Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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12 THE HANOVERIAN IF TRIOLET IE you can fail your marks, when those When first we met we did not guess P about you That these twelve years would pass so Are passing theirs, and saying Just good quickly, luck : Would be so full and mean no less, And keep your temper, manage to stay smil- When Hrst we met we did not guess ing That we could have no happiness And plug along to keep out of the muck: IE you will smile when someone speaks un- kindly To get a laugh, and it's at your expense, And think Oh, it's not mean, it's only thoughtless , Your attitude will surely recompense: IE you can keep your traffic post in order, No matter if the 'Alittle kids protest: And manage to forgive a thoughtless whist- ler With A'You set a bad example to the rest : IF you deny yourself the tempt of whisper- ing When the teacher's busy helping 'way up back, And try to keep your room and desk in order And let your good class spirit nothing lack: IF you will stop and help a luckless school- mate When books are dropped or Latin can't be done : And tolerate a slight misunderstanding Of cracks that first were only meant in fun: IF you will help keep up the high school standard And not say, I'm just one-what can I do? For every one of you can help in spirit By treating others as you'd have them treat you, too: IE you stand up for all these facts we've listed And, more than that, for what you think is right, Then you, as part of this great country, Are fit to live within your schoolmates' sight. ELEANOR Pook, T40 Unless we earned it fully. When first we met we did not guess That these twelve years would pass so quickly. JOHN CLOUGH, '39 WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE? Some have brown eyes And some have blue. It doesn't bother me And it shouldn't bother you. Some have black hair And some have gray. What difference does it make At the end of a day? Some have false teeth Some have their own, But it's all the same When you're chewing a bone. Some have little ears And some have big. They can both be covered By wearing a wig. Some chins protrude And others recede But in any case They serve a need. Some noses are crooked And some are straight But nobody's nose Can decide his fate. Since features can't be changed And faces vary so Let's judge by souls And let the rest go! ELEANOR MULLiN, '40

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THE HANOVERIAN l 1 MEDITATIONS OF A PENCIL HAT is my place in the world? Rather a useless question, is it not, when you stop to think how often I am used by many people each day? They put me into the hands of children in school or at home, and I am a harmless tool so far as influencing world af- fairs goes. I am used by every artist, carpen- ter, writer, by those in almost every profes- sion, to do good to some one person, town, or nation: and there is great satisfaction in being a part of the building up of a race. I, as a tool in the hands of these men, do carefully and willingly imprint on paper that which the mind and fingers of the Writer bid me to pen. And with all this good that I share in doing, I'm afraid I'd get rather a swelled head and consider myself above all other implements of as common usage as I, were it not for the incessant reminder of the part I am taking in affairs abroad. There IF I HAD MY WAY If I had my way I'd no longer stay In this world of Hitlers and wars But I'd go to a land Where they don't keep the hand In salute to his majesty's laws To a place where they love The symbolized dove As a blessing of peace and good will Where the people don't groan At an ominous drone And the rich man's money is nil. In an ideal place With a perfect race Where the honest man holds sway A country of bliss With nothing amiss My home: if I had my way! WENDELL HENDERSON, '40 I am snatched up by the dictators, hurried- ly pushed across a paper, forming words that my conscience will not let me forget, for they send to slaughter or to slow tor- ture the very people that should be allowed to write their own fate. And all that kind of writing I do not do willingly! Heaven forgive me for all the harm that I have done so unwillingly: for, as I wrote the words of the politically insane,- I cringed and would gladly have turned and written in letters of flame across every heart The downtrodden shall arise! Alas, I cannot: and I am afraid I shall have to go on, dividing my time among the build- ers and the wreckers: but I will never give up hoping that the very last word I ever write Will be from the mind of the greatest builder of them all, and will bring new hope, comfort, and security to all who read its message. ELEANOR POOR, '40 EFFORT ON SPRING Poets, they often write of spring When northward all the birds do wing, Although I'm not of poetic thought Yet spring in me a change has wrought. Bright flowers springing from their bed Put glad new thoughts into my head. Bright shines above the bright new sun So that through broad fields I would run. Now this poem's such awul tripe That it will surely draw fruit, ripe, Though this, the teacher will not please Her little rank book, 'twill appease. Now through my head there runs much thought But set on paper it goes for nought. For when the teacher reads this rot The mark I'll get won't be so hot! HARRY HANSEN, P.G.

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THE HANOVERIAN l3 SCHOOL Many are eager to get there Some are eager to stay. More are eager to leave there Until the Hnal day. The first few grades are not so bad Because the idea's new. The middle grades are not so good And are highly prized by few. Then when the longed-for day arrives And they start on the outward track They're apt to leave with tear-filled eyes Because they can't come back. CATHRINE BURNS, '3 9 NOON-TIME DANCING Time for sandwich and an ice cream, Run a comb fast through your hair, Helter-skelter up the stairway, Get a ticket or beware! Throw your purse upon the bleacher VVith an air so nonchalantg Walk demurely past the stag line, Eye the partner that you want: It's a slow one, it's Deep Purple. Do your best with what you hear: If you know the words, by all means Croon them in your partner's ear. Hist, you kidsf Let's swap the next one I'd just love to dance with you. Hope and pray that it's a fast one, Copenhagen, that'll do. Think the girls, exasperated, A'Oh. those boys, why won't they dance? Chances are they sit and laugh At what they think a hopeful glance. It's good practice-getting in Your twenty minutes every day: Workouts that we miss on rising We make up the jivin' way! ELEANOR Poon, '40 RESURRECTION The raindrops are falling Down to the earth To joyously welcome Spring's coming birth. Dead grass on broad fields Damp with the dew ls struggling to draw The green shoots through. As soon as the rain Has done its part, The sunshine comes forth To cheer nature's heart. G. SHURTL121f1f', '3 9 JITTERBUG The bed bug is a pesky thing To this we all agree The fire fly is a wondrous thing For anyone to see. The katydid is another bug Which jumps around and sings, But the jitterbug is a crazy bug Which whirls around and swings. Of course there are a lot of bugs Above are just a few, But the jitterbug is the little bug I'll try to explain to you. To be a little jitterbug These are the things to do You swing and sway with Sammy Kay And Benny Goodman, too. If my idea of a jitterbug To you is not quite clear, The future lying ahead of you Is a wallflower's, I fear! STANLEY COBBETT, '39