Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THIS QUIVER A VIEW OF NARRAGANSETT BAY 11 From the top of a bluff on the west side of Narragansett Bay on a Sunday evening in summer, the view is most picturesque. The blue waters of the bay are ruined slightly by the evening breeze and sparkle under the last rays of the sun. The windows in the houses on the opposite shore reflect the sun's rays, making them seem like patches of 11 a me Away down the bay, near Prudence Island, just at sunset the water is flecked with white patches that, when they come nearer, are seen to be sails on boats returning from a day’s outing. After the sun is out of sight, the sky over the bay changes from a fire red into pink, then purple, and then into a peaceful blue. All these colors are reflected in the water and make a rainbow bay. There arc two lighthouses, one near, and one farther away, and the red i ghts from them gleam dull in the twilight, but as the evening advances, become brighter. As it grows darker, lights from the boats twinkle on the now gray waters of the bay and from crescent Park, which is nearly opposite us, a shaft of light crosses me water. At this time are heard the laughter and songs from merrymakers on boats returning from an outing or going out on a moonlight sail. Steamers going to the shore places pass, all ablaze with lights, and whistles of all kinds are heard. At eight o’clock the New York boat goes by with its band playing. All along the shores, red fire is lighted, and the boat answers, either with a salute whistle or by flashing the searchlight, which shows the shores and the people on them plainly. A little later, all is quiet except occasional songs, or whistles from passing boats. Then the moon rises. At first it seems like a big, golden ball, but in a few minutes changes to silver. This brings out in relief the boats on the water, whose white sails gleam in the silver light. As the moon rises higher in the sky, it makes a bridge of shimmering silver across the bay. The twinkle of the myriads of tiny stars that gleamed like diamonds is dimmed by the bright beams of the moon. The waves arc heard gently lapping on the shore and the boats are seen riding quietly at anchor, while the whole bay is showered with a radiant silver light. The breeze heightens slightly as the night advances and with it the salty perfume of the sea seems to bring the mystery and enchantment of the night. ELIZABETH SCATTERGOOD, ’16.

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10 THE QEIVEK ibrating with songs, llow beautiful it was! On one side the volcano that mournfully smoked its pipe, and above its flanks the interminable fields of lava that, in the distance, in the midst of the sparkling green of the country, seemed motionless shadows caused by large clouds. The sea, white with foam and sails, appeared on the other side, and far off, the villages of Vico, Meta, Sant’ Anielo, and Sorrento, hidden among the groves of oranges, seemed as white as the feathers that fell from the angels’ wings when they came on earth to make love to the Earth’s daughters; and then Capri and Ischia and Procida and the nebulous Ponza, behind which the indistinct fog of the sea said to the unwearied eyes: “Now, it is enough!’’ After crossing the narrow plain of Castellamare’s marine, we c,arted immediately on the wonderful way which leads to Sorrento. T. is. a continuous succession of fanciful points of view, one more splendid than the other. The way, at first horridly picturesque, becomes soon full of majestic reefs and precipices, and then, of gracious .little vales, like Ormidi gardens, concealed among groves and gigantii cedars, in passing by which we were cheered by the sea breeze, and covered with a rain of white petals. It is a most fanciful scene, a sweet idyll of Nature sung by the wind. The honeysuckle and the flexuous ivy twisting themselves around the garden railings, climbing from balcony to balcony and running along the houses, hide these under a coverlet of foliage and flowers: colossal agaves, India figs, palms, olives with dark leaves and slender trunks, humid by the sea foam, dashed their branches in the air. raising their foliage one above the other as if they also would enjoy the sight of the sea and of the divine country which surrounded them. It seemed that everything was shining, that everything was moving and resounding around us with a sweet melody, that the sky and tlie earth were become mad and were smiling at our silly faces lost in an ocean of contemplative rapture. FELICETTA LEONT, ’u THE POND LILY Beautiful Lily, so pure and so bright, Wjth center the purest oft gold, . ti,, . You seem to have borrowed your chalice of light , . • From the sun that never seems old.. t Yon grow'in‘the pond: yet high and dry — ■ You live in the wafers broad;’ • .. I You-must have fallen from the sky, i.- i ►-ii • From the gardens bf our dear Lord. MARION SALLEY, ’16.

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12 THE QUIVER THE CHARMS OF NATURE All nature is beautiful, In every land and clime. Of her rocky, towering mountains The charms are most sublime. The golden sun reflected On the still and placid lake Is unrivalled in its glory By all weak man can make. Little birds of pretty colors, Flitting round about the trees, Are creatures light and airy, As a soft midsummer breeze. Buds and flowers and creeping vines, Scattered here and there, Give their fragrance to be wafted On the fairy wings of air. From the tiny, purple violet To the lily fair and white, And the rose, the queen of flowers, Are charms both sweet and bright. All these things are gifts of nature Which make men’s sorrows seem more light. HELEN’ H. KELLY, -)6. A LETTER (This theme was written to show the use of words indicating motion, sounds, and other sensations.) Woonsocket. R. I., January 12, 1914. My dear Bob:— I enjoyed your last letter immensely and read with interest of the first cotton that you picked. It must seem strange to you to walk through the large groves of oranges. Here we are in the midst of winter, and I must tell you of our northern life. All day yesterday the thermometer stayed between seven and eight degrees below zero, and as that is unusual even for our climate, the weather was a much talked of topic. Snow covered the ground. W'ith the night came the moon in all her splendor.