Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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Till: QUIVER BEHOLD—A SENIOR! On Monday morning, the eighth of September, we, the dignified class of 1914, walked into Woonsocket High School as Seniors. One certainly does feel proud when he attains the high rank of a Senior, lie stalks about the school as if it were only large enough to hold one person, and that person himself. The expression of his face seems to say, “I can't understand why these lower classes insist upon getting in the way of such a dignified person as I!” He goes into the classroom in a carefree manner, as if he were conferring an honor upon the teacher by coming in. He steps over his seat instead of sitting down in it in the proper manner. This is another way of showing his superiority to the rest of the school. He talks in loud tones of the “chem experiments and of a “math” problem that was a “corker.” When there are Freshmen around, he is sure to tell of the times he has broken certain rules, many times exaggerating his statements. This is the way he acts for the first two months, but after that he settles down for work, to some extent; still his actions betray him oftentimes. He studies for a while, because he does not wish to fail in his last and most dignified year. While in the study hall, he works hard, or seems to. and he would give one the impression that his lessons are exceedingly difficult and that only a studious person can master them. He walks up to the bookcase, selects a large volume containing references, and takes notes. Of course all this is necessary, but it is the manner in which he does it, which impresses one most. He comes first in all exercises, so he has the right to carry himself with dignity, has he not? Toward the end of the year a sudden change comes over him ard the dignified manner disappears entirely. He becomes almost nrek. and on graduation day, he looks like a limb being led to slaughter. This is the way all Seniors have appeared to me in the three years

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(i THE QUIVER O’Donnell read a sihort history of the old high school, and Ralph Clark described the new one by means of original drawings. Harry Leon wrote a poem and read it. This was considered a day of great significance and one to be remembered by all. Twice during the year debates were held in the United States History class. Miss Merrill, the teacher of this subject, wished very much to have these debates a success, and all the pupils worked diligently and thoughtfully over the subjects chosen, and both debates were very interesting. A gymnastic exhibition was given by the girls on March 20th in Harris Hall. Folk dancing, military tactics, and athletic exercises were included in the program. An enjoyable time was had bv all and the proceeds were given to the school. On May 14th an entertainment was given in Harris Hall in which several members of our class participated. The entertainment consisted of two short plays, one, a French play, a series of tableaux, and a singing and dancing number. The profits are to go towards purchasing a printing outfit which the Seniors of the future may use and enjoy. This year a definite step was taken towards organizing a High School orchestra, under the direction of Ervin Thompson, ’13. Four members of 1914 helped to make it a success. On Arbor Day, for the last time in the old school yard, all the classes gathered together to see the Seniors plant a tree and to sing 'heir song of farewell to the school. Our president gave a short address to the other classes. The farewell song was written by Harry Leon. Of the large number who entered in 1910 as Freshmen for work together, thirty-six have served for four faithful years in W. H. S. and five have joined us. And as we, the graduating class of 1914, are about to start our chosen work, we realize more fully that in order to reach a goal worthy of the school that has done so much for us, we must labor with diligence. As we look back over the results which our efforts have accomplished, we see plainly that “Labor over-comes all difficulties.” With this proof, let us be determined that nothing shall hold us back. And whatever of good we have accomplished, we must feel that we owe it to our teachers, whose influence we have had through four years. Our school life is over and we are going out into the world to meet many difficulties. But when we become discouraged let 11s look back to our school days, the most joyous days of our lives, the best days we have known, happy days that we feel can never come again, and though we scatter far and wide, may our memories never part from the class of 1914. GERTRUDE FITZGERALD, ’14..

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8 THE QUIVER I have attended Woonsocket High School. Perhaps I look the same to others, but I suppose it just can't be helped. It comes as second nature. WALTER PAD1EX, T4. LOST RIVER Last summer, while staying in the White Mountains at a small hotel near North Woodstock, 1 went with twelve others on a trip to the wonderful Lost River. About nine o'clock on one of those bright, sunshiny days when the mountains stand clear cut against the sky, we started in two large carriages. After driving a short distance on the main road, we turned oft and followed a rough trail. The first part of the trip we drove under an archway of trees, but soon reached a more open country where the sides of the road were thick with raspberries and the mountains showed themselves more clearly in the distance. After two hours of hard climbing we stopped before an old barn, where we were to leave the horses, the trail being now too narrow tor the carriages. Here we were told that we must don overalls, as we had a hard, rough climb ahead of us. We did this with much laughter, for the overalls were apparently all of the same size and fitted no one in the party. After leaving the carriages, we walked for a mile. Finally we saw far below us what I should have called a mere stream, but what the guide told us was the Lost River. This river we were to follow for the next three hours through all the wonderful caves and underground passages it had worn out of the solid rock. Sometimes we were to see it, sometimes to hear it far below our feet, and sometimes far over our heads. First we went down a long ladder and across many little bridges of white birch until we came to a large flat rock, filled the Guillotine. Walking across this and climbing over another rock, we stood on a narrow ledge, looking down into a deep chasm. The faint tinkling of a waterfall came to us as we stood leaning far out over the edge; and. as our eyes became accustomed to the darkness, we saw, far below us. a pool of water. After climbing back, crossing more bridges, and going down more ladders, we finally squeezed through a hole to find ourselves standing in a high cave half-filled with water. Looking up we saw a tiny spot of light where we had been standing only a few moments before: also a magnificent waterfall tumbling the whole length of the cave. On climbing out. the guide called our attention to a hole, about a foot square, formed by two rocks with ragged edges.