Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.

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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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THE QUIVER 18 Jack and I decided to take a sleigh ride; so, after putting on extra sweaters, we made our way to the barn. In cold weather a horse is always anxious for exercise, and we found it an exceptionally hard task to harness him, as he refused to stand. It was so cold that 1 warmed the bits by placing them in cold water before putting them into the horse's mouth. If I had not taken this precaution, he would have suffered from his tongue clinging to the bits. At length we were ready and started out of the barn into a night, the beauty of which 1 shall never forget. We turned the horse towards the country, thinking that we should enjoy the ride more in the open. A coldness of such severity brings with it a strange stillness. We could hear every sound as the horse struck the ground or as our runners touched a stone or any other article. Over it all the moon threw its light, which the snow reflected, and made everything as bright as day. In the wide, open fields, it was especially beautiful to see the long, unbroken stretch of snow, which looked like a setting of millions of diamonds. The shadows thrown by the trees had almost a weird appearance. Occasionally we heard a door creak and shut, and out would come a farmer to attend to his livestock in the barn. Very ii'stinctly we could hear the snow crackle under his feet as he performed his various chores. Once the stillness was broken by the whinnying of a horse as his master entered the barn. Once we crossed a railroad track, and although we had ample time to reach the other side, we could distinctly hear the puffing of the engine and that peculiar grating of the car wheels that one heats in very cold weather. In spite of the low temperature, we drove for over two hours and neither of us felt the least bit cold. I think there is something fascinating in listening to sleigh bells and we both hated to turn toward home. On reaching the barn, we carefully blanketed the horse and gave him an extra warm bedding. My friend came into the house, and you can imagine that we both had good appetites after that drive. Really, Bob. it was wonderful: the keen, frosty air. the beautiful sight of the moon and snow, and the strange stillness that zero weather brings. Think of the difference there is in our climates, you in the k.nd of flowers, and all here covered with snow. Now, please write me of your experiences in your southern home. Hoping to hear from you soon. I remain Sincerely, RALPH FLYNN, ’14.