Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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16 THE QUIVER OUR “HIKE” “Don’t you think it would be a good idea to have a ‘hike’ during ;he vacation?” These words started the plan to visit Stanley Mowry’s farm in Primrose. On the morning of April 2, a party of twenty-five, with every class in W. H. S. represented, met at, and around, Court Square, firmly re solved to make the hike,” although the day was damp and rather cold. The party was delayed because of the absence of a chaperon, but finally he latter appeared and soon all were ready to start. The “hikers” started up Front Street at the rate of persons on the way to a fire. Everyone was happy and full of “pep.” We travelled in and out of back yards and wood yards, across brooks and through swamps, until finally we reached Union Square at the beginning of Greenville Road. By th:s time the party was tired and was content to jog slowly along. The “hikers” were stretched out to a distance of a hundred yards along the road. Those interested in botany followed closely in the footsteps of Miss M— to learn everything possible about every little touch of nature, asking her, “What is this?” and “How does this get that way?” and similar questions for the purpose of furthering their botanical education. Others, the majority of whom were male, were in advance of the “back to nature group, and were interested only in chasing dogs or chickens and emitting much of the extra energy acquired during the strenuous winter term. But there was yet another group, comprising both male and female, who seemed to be interested in nothing except each other. This group, naturally, brought up the rear of the party. (I was not in this group.) Thus the “hikers” wended their way down Greenville Road in three divisions. We tramped along until about 11 45, when somebody started ;' e cry, “I'm hungry.” Suddenly the entire party became terribly hun gry because one person had told them they were. We kept on our way, however, for thirty minutes more until finally we reached our destination. Immediately upon our arrival, lunch boxes were opened and everyone was surprisingly quiet for about half an hour. We walked about “Stan’s farm for about thirty minutes. During this time the cows were disturbed, the pigs forced to send forth their best nasal efforts, and the chickens compelled to issue forth to the pleasing accompaniment of the shrieks of our “dignified Seniors.” A few pictures of the entire group and of individuals were taken, and finally it was decided to start for home.

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THE QUIVER 15 A MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE It was on a summer day that it all happened. Billy Jackson, three eirs old. lived in the heart of a large town. Like most little boys, he was not always good and was well on the road to being spoiled by his loving parents and grandparents. One day he was naughty and his grandmother told him that she would give him to the first rag-peddler that came into the yard. That afternoon Grandmother Jackson heard the well-known cry: “Rags, bottles!’ and, forgetting the rash promise which she had made in the morning, she called the peddler because she had some things to sell h...-was some time before she noticed that her little grandson, who had been with her, had disappeared. She hurried through her business and went to see if the little boy had gone to his own home. He was not there. Billy’s mother was not alarmed, but to please his grandmother, she went to the door and called. There was no re-»ponse. Then Mrs. Jackson became frightened and the two women looked hastily in his grandmother’s house and searched every corner of the yard and of the adjoining yards. The whole neighborhood was aroused, but no one could be found who had seen Billy. As five o’clock drew near, Billy’s mother decided to notify her husband. Grandmother Jackson, tired from the search and almost distracted because it was she who had let him get out of her sight, went into her house to rest. There was a morris-chair in the parlor, so she went there to sit. The first thing she heard was a little voice saying, “Has he gone? Has he gone?’ And the lost child was discovered crouched behind the big morris-chair. The little boy, frightened by the rag-peddler and remembering the punishment which had been promised him, had sought refuge behind the big chair. It was a hot day and keeping quiet had made him feel drowsy. He had fallen asleep and had not awaked until his grandmother entered. CATHERINE M. CONNOR, 20.

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THE QUIVER 17 We left the farm at 1:15 on our journey “back to civilization.” The party remained in practically the same three groups, except that the second group diminished and the third increased. The male portion of “Group II” seemed more interested in the surplus female portion of “Group III” than in any explanation about the little twigs by the roadside. Soon we came to a little country schoolhouse. The teacher was very good natured and invited the entire group into the schoolroom, built for about ten pupils. We listened to a recitation in reading by the second grade. Then, in honor of her visitors, the teacher allowed a fifteen minute recess, during which dignified Senior and bashful first grade pupil played “polo ball.” We had not gone much farther on the second “lap of our journey when a truck came screeching into view. We hailed the driver. Miss —, probably about to have her first “tour” of the backwoods of Primrose in a truck, climbed into the front, while “the pride of Woonsocket High crowded into the “tonneau” of our “car.” This, indeed, was the best part of the entire “hike.” Songs, cheers, and jokes about one another helped to enliven our ride. We finally arrived at Court Square, slightly tired, but very happy. We had left our surplus energy out in far-away Primrose and had taken in return a plentiful supply of oxygen. The remainder of the time alio, tel for the “hike” was spent at the Park theatre. JOHN MURPHY, T9. EXTRACTS FROM THE SENIOR DIARY Here is a formal record kept, Of deeds both great and clever, Performed by Class Nineteen-nineteen, Which stands unrivaled ever. January 2—A group of Senior girls, instructed by Miss Gilbert, performed numerous “stunts” in the gymnasium. January 3—The basketball game between the Seniors and Sophomores, was won by the Seniors with a score of 22-17. January 6—Madonna McMullen returned to school after having had influenza once, twice, thrice. January ic—It was voted unanimously that Gertrude Miller be placed in charge of a'l button-hole work done in the Senior Sewing class. January 13—Raymond Hudson has recovered from the operation on his right arm and has returned to school.