Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE QUIVER 11) slender person. But her hat,” he continued, “was neither a protection nor a thing of beauty. It was of the type termed an ‘Italian plateau. It rested on the side of her head and obscured her right eye. I was surprised to see her so attired, but she was ever wilful and perverse.” Sir Roger deplored the frequent changes and extremes in styles. He had discussed the matter with Sir Andrew Freeport, who had told him of woman’s dress in certain countries, such as China and Japan. There the style of the garments never changes. “And so,” said Sir Roger, “these women have more time to spend upon their household duties, as their thoughts are not centered upon iashions. The costumes are suitable for the climate and are worn until their usefulness is over. In this country the women discard their garments merely because the style has changed; not because they are past wearing.” Then Sir Roger became silent, but, as he reached his lodgings, he said, “I would approve of a national costume for the women of our country. The country as a whole, as well as the women themselves, I believe, would be benefited. I agreed with him and then left the old knight to his reflections. PRISCILLA SMITH, ’15. IN HONOR OF WOONSOCKET HIGH (Tune: Those Endearing Young Charms.) Let us send forth our voices in anthems of praise In honor of Woonsocket High; The gird tune to the zenith of heaven we’ll raise, And prolong it in one joyful cry. Then the mountains will quake at the sound we shall make. And the rivers will pause in their course, And the oaks their broad branches in triumph will shake, And Echo’s deep voice become hoarse. For in all this broad land, whether far off or near, There's no school like our Woonsocket High, Which to all of its students will e'er remain dear And its memory will linger for ay. Then come, let us sing till the welkin shall ring. And the arched vault of heaven reply. And with joyful accord our glad tributes we'll bring. In thy honor, dear Woonsocket High. HARRY J. LEON, 14-

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18 THE QUIVER SOUNDS AT NIGHT Last night my slumbers were disturbed by sounds, evidently those of a baby crying. The cries seemed to come from directly beneath my window—sometimes soft whimperings, then great, lusty howls, as of an infant with the colic. 1 was greatly alarmed, and ran to the window to discover, if possible, the source of the noise. It was a black night, so that I was unable to distinguish one object from another in the darkness below my window. I hurried back into the room, donned a kimono, and was about to go downstairs, when the uproar became twofold. Doubly loud were the howls, as of two infants with the colic. 1 started for the stairs again, but stopped when I heard the uproar cease, only to be renewed under my front window. No sooner had I directed my steps toward this window than the cries stopped altogether. I stood still, waiting for something to happen. The silence was so intense that I could hear the faint snores of the man across the way. I waited what seemed to me two or three minutes. Then there came a scarcely distinguishable sound from the veranda-roof outside the front window—first a soft, stealthy pad-pad-pad. then that whimpering cry, then a full-throated yell. The tension was broken, and I crept softly to the window. There were two yellow-green eyes glaring at me from the darkness. At first 1 was startled. Then it dawned upon me that the source of my alarm was that great favorite of so many households—the Neighbor’s Cat. DOROTHY PRARAY, ’16. SIR ROGER UPON FASHION As we were coming from the club last night, Sir Roger was unusually silent. I ventured to ask him if he had seen the widow recently. He seemed surprised and then remarked that he was even then thinking of her. While he was on his way to Will's that aftei-noon, he had seen her starting out to make some calls. She was affecting a slouehy walk, said Sir Roger. The Venus de Milo may have assumed that position, but I consider an upright position in both walking and sitting necessary for good health. Another essential is deep breathing. I agreed and said that possibly the widow could not practice this. “I fear, said Sir Roger, “that she was prompted to go calling because she was wearing her spring suit and hat for the first time. Her suit, one of the extreme models, might have looked very well on a

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20 THE QUIVEIl A TRIP TO THE STATE HOUSE On the twelfth of February, 1914, our class in Commercial Geography left on the 10:40 car for Providence, accompanied by Mr. Palmer, our teacher. The ride down was very enjoyable. We got off at Hill Street and walked to the State House. It was very cold, and in spite of one pupil's saying, “This is like Palm Beach, we could not imagine it so. We waited for a few minutes in the lobby for a guide. In the lobby are some cannon and flags. The guide soon appeared and conducted us up stairs. On the first landing is the seal of Rhode Island made in the floor. We first visited the Governor's reception room. 7he table is of Italian marble, and the guide pointed out to 11s the figures of a Puritan, an old lady, a girl, and several other things that can be seen very plainly. We were allowed to sit in the Governor's chair, which is in the east end of the room. Hanging from the middle of the ceiling is a chandelier, which, we were told, contains over five thousand pieces of glass. Over the fireplaces are two oil paintings, one of George Washington and the other of Nathaniel Green. They ore very beautiful and can not be bought for any amount. Leaving the reception room, we visited other places of interest. We were shown through the Senate Chamber and House of Representatives. The corridors are lined with oil paintings of ex-governors. I rom one of the windows we got a fine view of the east side of Providence. W e visited the room of the Secretary of State, and saw a charter from King George. At one o clock we went to the gallery of the House of Representatives to see how the business is transacted. On account of its being Lincoln’s Birthday, there was not much work done, but we got an idea of what it is like. It took several minutes for the House to come to order, in spite of the fact that the Speaker rapped several times. The pages were standing at the back of the room, and when a Representative arose to read a paper, a page would run to him and stand by him until he had finished; he would then take the paper to the Speaker's desk. The Senate and House came together after a few minutes and had a program to celebrate the day. We had only time to hear Senator Sullivan of Newport give the Gettysburg address and Lieutenant-Governor Burchard, a story of the life of Lincoln. At quarter of two most of the class left the gallery and went to the dome. The rest of the day was spent by some in Providence, while others returned to Woonsocket, well pleased with the trip. HAZEL M. BEAUREGARD. ’If,.