Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE CLASS OF 1913

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The High School Quiver. JUNE, 1913. To all loyal graduates of W. H. S. we dedicate this issue. GRADUATING EXERCISES High School Orchestra March. Class March. Lachner Mae Isabelle Gleason Invocation. Rev. S. G. Ayres The Panama Canal in History. David Mijamin Gaskill High School Quartet. ’Tis Morn. Adam Geibel Lloyd Scaly McFee, Ralph Arlo White. Byron Albert Hudson, Harold Freeman, The High School Graduate as an Investment. Anna Hildegarde Mee Violin Solo. Concerto No. 4. R. Seitz George Ervin Thompson. The Chemistry of Perfumes. Rodolphe Armidas Glaudue Tenor Solo. Nirvana. Stephen Adams Byron Albert Hudson. Class History. Margaret Mary MacDonnell String Quartet. Quartet. C. Bohm Over the Teacups—A.D. 1953. Kathryn Helena Rowen, Hazel Shaw Bethel. Awarding of Diplomas. High School Orchestra. Mayor Raphael P. Daignault Hayden Symphony No. 6

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ZLbc Mtcjb School driver JUNE, 1913 CONTENTS. My Impressions of the High School” ..... 3 The High School Graduate as an Investment” .... 32 A Visit to Edinburgh” ........ 7 May Day at Mt. Holyoke” ....... 8 Editorials.......................................10 1913 and Its History ........ 26 Class of 1914....................................11 Class of 1915....................................12 Class of 1916....................................13 School Notes ......... 14 Graduation Program ......... 1 Athletics .......... 19 The Ancient Baseball Fan” ....... 21 Alumni Notes ......... 23 MY IMPRESSIONS OF THE HIGH SCHOOL The day is gone, but the remembrance of it and of those which followed will endure as long as myself. It was an October morning. The dying autumn had given to the country an aspect of melancholy beauty, but this was all I could notice, for my Muse had left me that day and a unique thing occupied and controlled all my faculties: “The High School.” I was soon to become a high school student and, before seeing and entering it, my heart palpitated in anticipation of all the emotions that would follow. “How will it be, and how will they be? How much different from my old school, my former teachers? Shall I ever accustom myself to that new life? Shall I be successful, or shall I renounce my ideal broken hearted? ’—and question succeeded question, thought succeeded thought and remembrance remembrance, as I walked for the first time toward the High School. How far I found it from my home! I walked and walked—but, at last! The red building with its yard on either side displayed itself before my eager eyes. A perfect quiet reigned all around and the twittering birds on the trees were the first to wish me welcome, but my heart was beating hard as I ascended the staircase which led to the interior. With .1 rapid yet comprehensive glance I embraced all I could of this and soon gave my attention to the class-room where we met and became acquainted with the Principal. Oh! my terrible fancy, how happily