Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE HIGH SCHOOL QUIVER GRADUATES. CLASSICAL M rfork Frances Child Kathryn Helena Rowen Mary Rebecca Kilcline Ruth Helene Warfield Margaret Mary MacDonnell Alice Frances Willey Alice Louise McCaffrey GENERAL Marion Susan Daigneault Harold Freeman David Mijamin Gaskill Lloyd Sealy McFee lames Aloysius Murphy Isabelle Hart Naismith Rodolphe Armidas Gladue Elsie Currier Green Byron Albert Hudson George Ervin Thompson Grace Irene Yahraus Robert Joseph MacDonald COMMERCIAL William J. Dwyer Anna T. Gallagher Florence Ethel Gerry Mae Isabelle Gleason Marion Jenckes Horton Mildred Reynolds Horton Yolande Prairie Leclaire Anna Mary Marlborough Anna May Martin Agnes Claire Murray Marion Ursula O’Donnell Julia Cecelia Ryan Arlo White HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1913 In the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and nine, on the tenth day of the ninth month, was enacted on the lower floor of that venerable hall of learning, W. H. S., a scene which brought unbounded amusement to the upper classmen, namely, the invasion of the sacred temple of knowledge by the insignificant, bewildered, no-account Freshmen, the class of 1913. Now, green is a color, restful and pleasing to the eye, but we were so vividly, glaringly green that we must have dazzled the eyes of the Seniors, since they carefully avoided us or, if they deigned to cast upon us a fleeting glance, their noble, intelligent brows were puckered by a scowl. Never before had we realized the truth of the words, “United we stand, divided we fall.” We were so many in numoer that two rooms were necessary to accommodate us. Being thus divided, we fell, and fell piteously. An embarrassed lot we were, seated, some in Room 9, others in Room 10, on that first day. Here we were quietly awaiting developments when, suddenly, Miss Mowry entered, with the announcement that she had some directions to give.

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THE HIGH SCHOOL QUIVER 25 Holy Cross—James M. McCarthy, Jr., ’09, Harold F. Flynn, ’12. Massachusetts Institute of Technology—Harry Cole, ’ll, G. Harold Warfield, ’ll. Mount Holyoke—Muriel McFee, ’08, Dellar L. Cook, ’09, Helen S. France, ’09. Tufts—Thomas S. Flynn, ’09, Nathaniel Epstein, ’12, Max Silver-man, ’ll. Vassar—Florence S. Clarke, ’12. Worcester Polytechnic Institute—W. Clinton Blanchard, Jr., ’10, Harold A. Cleveland, ’ll. Mount St. Mary’s College—John P. McGuire, ’09. Mount St. Mary’s Seminary—Robert C. Cassidy, ’08. Yale—John E. Meade, ’10. Rhode Island School of Design—Edward B. Capron, ’12. Rhode Island College—Frank E. Tabor, ’09, J. Russell Esty, ’10, Frank J. Lennox,’ll, J. Elton Nichols, ’ll, Joseph E. McGill, ’12, Earle J. Hope, ’12, Francis A. Faron, ’12, G. Emile Lussier, ’12, Leonard H. Mailloux, ’12. Rhode Island Normal School—Anna S. Ballou, ’10, Alice A. Tanson, ’10, Margaret Z. Cushing, ’ll, Gertrude J. Emery, ’ll, Ethel F. Jones, ’ll, H. Inez Farlander, ’ll, Ruth C. Warner, ’ll, Alice E. Marlborough, ’ll, Mary E. Greene, ’12, Helen L. McCabe, '12, Mary C. McGawley, ’12, Anna G. Meakin, ’12, Alice M. Walsh, '12, Helen G. Doherty, ’12, Marion F. Long, ’12, Irene Paden, ’12, Susan Staples, ’12. TWILIGHT I. The sun is now retiring, Beyond the horizon drear, And the birds and flowers bring tidings That the land of sleep is near. II. Now when the twilight’s falling, I heard a sweet, sweet song, ’Tis the song of a bird recalling That the day’s been long. JOHN MORAN, T6.

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THE HIGH SCHOOL QUIVER 27 If I had only been able to write shorthand at that time I might have helped my classmates out of their difficulty by keeping pace with her. W hen she had finished, we were supposed to know in which divisions of Latin, Algebra, etc., we belonged, but these amazing directions, together with the perfect puzzle of a program on the blackboard, might well have made us exclaim with Cicero, in our despair, “Ubinam gentium sumus?” “Where in the world are we?” Small comfort it was to us, when a Sophomore said sympathetically, “Oh, you’ll get used to it, after awhile 1” But, as “all things come to him who waits,” we waited, and soon became acquainted with High School methods and customs. We soon learned that it was necessary to make a half-dozen trips each day up and down the time-worn stairs in passing from one recitation to another. For a little while, a number of the Freshmen found difficulty in finding the right room at the right time and, while our elders were usually willing to help us, a few took a fiendish delight in sending us to the wrong room. After our first class meeting, at which officers were elected, we felt that we had taken our place as a class in Woonsocket High and began to demonstrate that, although last, we were not least, for in this, our first year, we gave to the athletic teams Hudson, Gladue, Murphy, and White, who have represented the school in different branches of athletics for four years. Frequently our heroes of the diamond and gridiron have been seen moving (with difficulty) in our midst, “wearing the wounds of battle.” In November, 1909, “The Revolving Wedge,” a Thanksgiving comedy, was presented in C. N. D. Hall by the students, and, as Freshmen, we did our share by contributing candy, which sold well. Our recitations were not all of the “grind” nature, for many a smile, which not infrequently expanded into a hearty laugh, crept in between the stately lines of Shakespeare or the thundering declamations of Demosthenes. Shakespeare, in his grave, might have strained a listening ear to learn that “the toad, though ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his hat,” as a Freshman, perfectly at ease in the bliss of his ignorance, expressed it. Father Time sped quickly on his way and, scarcely had we realized it, before the dawn of our Sophomore year had risen over the horizon of our school life. During our second year, we occupied Rooms 7 and 11, the Sophomores in Room 7 serving as a shining example to the Freshmen who could not be crowded into 9 and 10. This year introduced to many of us the intricacies of French, which were not the least of our troubles, for certain poor Sophomores were really to be pitied.