Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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THE HANOVERIAN 13 Literar Past, Present and Future The yeans at the spring The ctay's at the morn Mornings at seven The hillsidels dew-pearled The la1'k's on the wing The snaiL's on the thorn: God's in his heaven- All's right with the world. Spring has surely arrived now, bringing with it that traditional feeling known as Spring Fever. We are all yearning to be out in the open, stretching our cramped limbs and throwing oi the blanket of win- ter. We are longing for June and the last days of school to come. Then in the long, happy summer hours before us, we will open our minds and spirits to the summer breezes and not recall them until fall. But are we, the class of 1937, anxiously await- ing those warm June days, as anxiously as we think and as restlessly as we have been in past year? The last days of June will mean the last, the very last days of Syl- vester High School to us. That chapter in the book of our lives will be closed forever, that chapter which is Sylvester High School, our companion since the seventh grade. We are its tenth protege. Nine other classes have passed through its doors with the same age-old sentiments. For ten years feet have traversed its corridors, voices have echoed in its class rooms and laughter has floated from its hall. Ten years ago it was new: unmarred by age. At that time someone said, Let us keep it so. Have we been true to that wish? Have we kept it so? We know that its cor- ridors and desks look slightly marred, but voices still echo from its class rooms and laughter rings through its hall. One can see that it has been used, but that fact only adds to its beauty. It is performing its service faithfully and well. It has ma- tured, and with its age its brilliancy of newness has been softened and mellowed. Beyond there are many more happy years in which many more classes will fill its rooms. And we hope that at the end of the next ten years it will still be unharmed by time and that someone will say, Let us keep it so. And so as we leave Hanover High and launch our ships on the sea of fate, and as care-free spring changes to happy summer, let us wish prolonged life to our school, which will say: T Grow old along with me The best is yet to be, The last of life For which the first was made. BETTY HALL ,37 Reward Everyone passed the potter's field with a feeling of contempt for the paupers and criminals, the vagrant, worthless men who were housed within the bleak, cheerless confines of that cemetery for the unknown, the unwept, the unsungg everyone felt scornfully assured that each of those uni marked mounds signified one more soul had entered perdition. Passers-by never knew that in one of those graves rested a person certain of peace. It was only through a trick of fate that Jake's man- gled body had been unceremoniously dumped into that potter's field. It was the most bitter cold day Jake had experienced, and being an habitual tramp, he had known many days when icy blasts of wind had actually numbed him as he trudged aimlessly among the city's slums. This day he pulled the thin, worn garments still closer around his gaunt, emaciated body and huddled in the corner of a building which offered slight protec- tion against the stinging sleet. Jake real- ized that he must seek refuge in some

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THE HANOVERIAN 'UU' '51 K 4 1. t . ,. p -x .,... -khy 1 h,V: - 1 - ELEANOR TOWNE Vonnie is rather quiet at times, but she makes plenty of noise when she starts to dance. Her ambition is to be a professional tap-dancer. We wish you luck, Vonnie. French Club 3, 45 Latin Club 1, 25 Archery Club 32 Glee Club 1, 4. EDNA WINSLOW We all like to have Eddie around. We welcome her efiicient manner. She expects to become a secretary and since We are acquainted with her excellent work in high school, we have little doubt as to her sucecss. 4-H Booklovers Club 1, 2, 3, 45 Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 45 Hanoverian Staff 4. TONY TRIBUL Tony's interest lies in aviation. Some day we ex- pect to hear that he controls an airport of his own. Football 1, 2, 3, 45 Baseball 1, 45 Varsity Club 2, 45 Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 45 Band 15 Orchestra 1. MARGARET YOUNG 'iSnitch was the main attraction at Dunham's store for a time. She appears not to know just what it's all about but her winning smile and pleasing disposition will carry her to great heights. Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 45 Dramatic Club 3: Speech Club 35 Suds 5 Gypsy Revelersl'5 Hanoverian Staff 4. ALDEN WHITING 'Bud would rather fill his time taking part in athletics than doing his studies, but he has been a very able leader of the Student Council during the past year. Basketball 1, 2, 3, 45 Football 3, 45 Baseball 3, 45 Varsity Club 3, 45 Class Treasurer 3: Executive Committee 45 Chess Club 35 Student Council 1, 2, 3, 45 Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. DOROTHY ZWICKER :'Dot has kept her scholastic standing high during high school. She is competent in her secretarial work and always seems to be in the right place at the right time. 4-H Booklovers Club 1, 2, 3, 45 Glee Club 45 Class Vice-President 3. VIRGINIA WIELICZKI t'Ginger's charming manner and pretty eyes are the keys to our hearts. Rumor has it that there is a Chester in her future. We wish her hap- piness in the time to come. Suds 2 Gypsy Revelers 5 4-H Club 1, 2, 3, 45 Hanoverian Staff 4. JOHN ZWICKER John has been our class president for two years. He is also a good student and is interested in agriculture. Class President 3, 45 Student Council 15 Radio Club 15 Aviation Club 25 Stamp Club 35 Glee Club 45 Basketball 2.

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14 THE HANOVERIAN Warm shelter, for he was rapidly becoming insensible from the biting cold, as the wind seemed to whip his breath from him, he stumbled with dragging steps toward a great door. A reluctantly grateful sigh then escaped as the spent man dropped unobserved into an inconspicuous pew to enjoy the warmth and comfort of the spacious room. Suddenly his dull brain became alert as a strong, kindly voice recited the words of John Oxenham: To every man there openeth a way, and ways, and a way, The high soul climbs the high way, And the low soul gropes the low. In between on the misty flats The rest drift to and fro. . . . and every man decideth the way his soul shall go. Only then did Jake understand that he had entered a service of worship: he, an uneducated, homeless unscrupulous fellow who had been raised in the slums, associ- ated with the lowest of companions, shared in their often criminal spoils. Once he had scoffed at one of his cronies for speaking of church, now he himself was actually in one, but, of course, only to warm his frozen self. Yet those words Every man decideth the Way his soul shall go, had fixed themselves in Jakeis mind. 'What way is my soul going ? he asked inwardly and then quickly answered, Straight down. Why, I've been cheating ever since I was a kid - stealing my food, my clothing, money or a bed. But I couldn't help it, I had to live. Thinking over his past existence and present strug- gle, Jake knew he had led a wicked life. He and his pals had been taught by neces- sity to steal what they wanted, cruelty, hatred and selfishness ruled in his world because of its hardships. Quite naturally the old man was filled with contempt for the people who always had the things they desired: money, food, clothing, education, a bed and shelter. Yes, they could sit snugly in church and listen to raving like that he had just heard: Every man decideth the way his soul shall go -pure bunk! His way was decided long before he had anything to say about it. He didn't ask to be born in the slums. Anger began to swell rapidly within him. The sermon had by this time progressed to another phase of making one's life worthwhile. As the minister quoted from Emily Dickinson, Jake could stand it no longer. Rising from the pew he heard the words: If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. The enraged man hastened to leave the church. If I can ease one life the aching Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Into his nest again, I shall not live in vain! Jake heard the final line ringing through the silent church and, as he stepped out into the snow, it reechoed in his whirling mind.-- I shall not live in vain. Directly opposite the church stood a wooden bench. Toward this Jake made his way and in spite of the terrible cold, he sat down to think. Gradually his anger subsided and he meditated more calmly upon the service. Every man decideth the way his should shall go. With decis- ive movements the old man retraced his steps to the church, reentered, and dropped two pieces of silver into a box. It was all the money he possessed and that which he had taken from a man's pocket that very day. He had intended to buy a night's lodging with it but now it was gleaming at him from the depths of the mission box. Half angry at his own weak- ness but with no sign of regret Jake again left the warm church. While he walked slowly down the street he noticed a little bird, blinded by the snow, flying toward the building. With a swift impact against the wall the tiny creature fell to the street and weakly fiut- tered its wings in a desperate attempt to