Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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THE HANOVERIAN 1 5 ALUMNI NOTES DID YOU KNOW THAT: Margaret Stewart '34 has a civil service ap- pointment in the State House. Carlton Josselyn '36 has won letters in football, basketball, and baseball, and has been captain of basketball at Wilbraham this year. Eleanor Josselyn '38 has recently been pledged to Lambda Chapter of Alpha Xi Delta at Jackson College. Charles Gleason '36 is fraternity treasurer of Kappa Sigma at Massachusetts State. Harry Shepherd '36 and Austin Briggs '35 were appointed to the Business Staff of the Bates College paper. Damon Stetson '32 recently wrote a short article which appeared in the Coronet Margaret Church '36 has been elected head of basketball for next year at Radcliffe. Betty Hall '36 has been active in tennis and dramatics at Radcliffe. Marjorie Billings '33 is now Mrs. Charles Rush and lives in Maine. Irene Massey '33 is now Mrs. Eugene Gilbert and lives in East Braintree. Helen Nelson '33 is now Mrs. Charles Bach- man and lives in New York. Ellen Gardner '33 is now Mrs. Silva and lives in Plymouth. Avis Hammond '33 is now Mrs. Ronald Munro and lives in Hanson. Bob Blaisdell '33 married Eleanor Sommers of Rockland and is living in Boston. Fred Carter '33 is married and lives in Con- necticut. Elmer Snowdale '33 married Dorothy Mosier of Rockland and lives in Rockland Dorothy Perkins '33 is working in New- berry's in Rockland. Jane Sproul '33 is training to be a nurse. Betty Tasker '33 is a graduate of Forsyth Dental and works in Boston. Bob Wells '33 is employed in a hotel in Ber- muda. John Savini '36 is a junior at North Caro- lina State College where he is studying to become a Geological Engineer. He is a regular guard on the Wolfpack. Alton Simmons '38 is attending Hebron Academy. ALUMNI CONTRIBUTIONS 1937 I'm assured our good class did all others excel In fun and in sports and in study as well But after our high school wherever I went I felt that my time was most wretchedly spent. Consider my case in the light it deserves And pity the state of my mind and my nerves. I've forgot how to laugh 'cause I haven't seen Brown And I've lost all my tacks for when people sit down. I've forgotten the angle to thrust in a back A compass when one has used up his last tack. I sit passing notes to myself all the day And wish I'd still Ott to reply to my lay. And I groan when I think of our solid and math And how Carlton - Church - Jansen would reach a path To be fifty-two feet in diameter wide And thirty or forty at least on each side. And I think with nostalgia of Hall and her role Of old Mrs. Blair and her God bless my soul! I could say a deal more but am loath to in- trude On your time and your patience so now I'll conclude. MARGARET CHURCH, '37

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THE HANOVERIAN LINCOLN He was a tall backwoodsman And lived in a house of logs: In spring, summer, and winter He tramped through dampened bogs. When little Abe was nine, His mother passed away: But Abraham toed the line And never went astray. Once Lincoln saw at New Orleans A poor slave, old and gray Whose family had been scattered And taken far away. i'Boys, let's get away from this, Said Lincoln, tender of heart, If ever I get to hit that thing, Boys! I'll hit it hard. Lincoln later went up the steps Into the presidency Then South Carolina seceded, And the windward went to the lea. Lincoln said, l'What can I do But call for volunteers? I need seventy-five thousand men To enlist for three more years. The Civil War dragged on and on For one fifth of a score Then all at once the firing stopped, And they cried for war no more. 'Twas in April of 'sixty-five That Lincoln was last seen alive, For he was shot by a man named Booth Who was insane and very uncouth. At twenty past seven the light went out And his spirit went above. He was mourned by each and everyone But most by -'those he loved. R. Scorr, '43 Q THE SUN AND THE MOON The sun shines down on us below, To brighten all our days, With rays that send a fiery glow, To lighten young folk's ways. The moon shines out for us at night, To help us see the way To follow the pathway to the right, Through youth's remaining day. NANCY STEWART, '40 A BROKEN MIRROR OANNE Stevenson was exalting in the freedom she felt, for today marked the end of her seven years of bad luck. Seven years ago today she had broken a mirror---- she was ten then--and these years had been filled with hardships. The most important years of her life had been spoiled simply be- cause she had dropped a tiny mirror, and that mirror had become a million tiny pieces splintered glass. As she bro-ught to mind the incidents of the preceding seven years, it seemed that each one of those broken bits of glass represented a misfortune. But this overshadowing fear would be ended today. The following years must be filled with hap- piness and fortunate experiences. Joanne had applied for a position and was now setting out for the appointment. The interview would surely prove successful for the jinx on her luck had been broken. She entered the reception room with but a minute to spare. Taking out her vanity case, she searched her face to be certain that her make- up was perfect. As she was replacing her compact in her purse, Mr. Hartford spoke to her, and she looked up to smile at him. She felt the compact slip from her fingers and a moment later heard the mirror crashing. Just as the mirror had dashed to the floor, so all her hopes of a bright future had fallen. Well, Joanne thought, some people are just not meant to be lucky. GERTRUDE SHURTLEFF, '39

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16 THE HANOVERIAN Alumni Contributions -- Continued Home Notes from Aug. 30, Abound the Paris. After having spent the first live days of this trans-Atlantic crossing being extremely seasick Cin spite of the fact that I consumed the whole box of Mothersill's Seasick Rem- edyj I find that the trip which I thought would never end has suddenly become most pleasant and I hate to think that by to- morrow night we shall be in Paris. Last night was the big night - Captain's Dinner and Gala Concert afterwards. The show was put on by various celebrities aboard, including Tom Mix and Tony, the Singing Lady of the N.B.C., Joama and Bela de Tuscan, beautiful fencers, and the Fratelli--- Kraddock brothers, excellent tumblers. Sept. 1, Dijon. Tuesday night we had to pack, which took us until two-thirty and then we got up at five-thirty Wednesday morning to see the English coast. We stayed in Plymouth Harbor nearly an hour, while the tender came in along side of the Paris to unload passengers, baggage, Tom Mix and Tony. The latter was quite a process, but Tony took it very calmly. We left Plymouth rath- er wishing we could stay in England because it looked so fascinating. The ride from Havre to Paris was awfully exciting and very beautiful with the fields all under cultiva- tion and the houses all either stucco or brick: never any houses made of wood. Septg 3, Dijon. Rue de la Chandronnerie, the street on which we live, is in the very oldest part of Dijong it dates way back to 1759 and the churches were here in 1513 and even before that. Of the family itself I can't say enough, the Chevignards are very aristocratic, and of course very musical and above all very charming-and they like Americans! The University is only live minutes' walk from here. Classes are co-ed, all nationalities. Sept. 6, Dijon. There is much talk of war here at pres- France --1938 - 1939 ent but the Swiss in my class told me today that it is only in the provinces that on parle de la guerref' At Paris, no! Encour- aging, at least! But the Englishman in my class is ready to pack his bags immediately for England to enlist. Sept. 22, Dijon. I have no idea what the American papers are saying on the international crisis but here in Dijon there is a lot of talk-Mlle. Bourgoin fthe Smith professor in charge of the groupj tells us to be ready to pack up at a moment's notice, but she remains very op- timistic and says not to worry. Sept. 29, Le Havre. We have reservations on the Champlain which leaves Oct. 12th. I have no idea what the American papers are saying but above all don't worry about us. Everything is being done to protect us. The trip from Dijon to Havre was long: we are waiting here to see the results of the situation- no one knows what is going to happen. Sept. 50, Le Havre. This morning the first words of Made- moiselle as she brought in our breakfast were C'est la paix! I have never been so happy in my life, and it is the first time that I ever actually cried for joy. At Dijon it was all horrible: placards everywhere calling the reserves immediately for mobilization, lights out throughout the city the night before we left, and lights out in every house each time an airplane flew over, Oct. 4, Back at Dijon. We are actually back in Dijon and are here to stay another month. We have been read- ing here of the hurricane in New England but I hadn't the slightest idea Hanover would be affected until your letter came. Oct. 28, Dijon. Today is the big day-exams finished and diplomas safely in our possession: im- pressive documents 17 X 13 .