Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE QUIVER G1'.anting steely bright. While such steed awaits my will, Never long shall I be still, Faring on from hill to hill, Tireless, morn to night. Mounting with the rising sun, Haste I on ere day’s begun, Where the river mists are spun, Hanging white and gray. Where the breeze-borne vapors flowed, Dripping leaves beside the road, Bending with their dewy load, Beautify my way. Every turn brings new delight Streaming inward on my sight, Fields and meadows glowing bright. Reaping is begun. Throbbing through the brooding a;r Drowsy drones the mower, where Grasses wave in billows fair ’Neath the yellow sun. Lustrous lies the lake unrolled, Lily spangled, white and gold Gemlike on its surface cold, Sparkling, crystal, gay. Light and free the osprey soars O’er the torrent he explores; Loud the falling water roars, Calling me away. Riding o’er the hill-tcp high. Poised between ihe earth and sky, While far below the valleys lie Wrapt in azure haze, Dim the city I descry Where the smoke-wraiths float and fly. Born of fires that never die. From the foundry’s blaze.

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THE QUIVER JUNE, 1915. CONTENTS The Open Road............................................................ 3 A Little Journey into Society............................................ 6 When Company ‘Drops In ............................................ 8 Twilight.................................................................10 A Letter.................................................................11 Springtime............................................................... 5 Our Orchard..............................................................13 Let Us Have Peace........................................................12 Shopping for Christmas...................................................14 Ink-Bottle Imps and How They Live........................................15 Editorials...............................................................17 School Notes.............................................................20 Athletics. ..............................................................25 Alumni Notes.............................................................28 W. H. S. Directory.......................................................32 THE OPEN ROAD Open to my eager eye, Gleaming gray the highways lie, Stretching forward to the sky, Calling ever, Come;” Luring on to green-topt hills, Shady woods, cool springs, and rills, With their undiscovered thrills, Tempting me from home. Flashing spoke and flying tire, Shining limbs of silver fire Seeming onward to aspire,

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THE QUIVER Still as farther on I go, Ever worlds of wonder grow, Many more the road can show, Wandering far and free. Spanning rivers deep and wide, Leaping down the mountain side, Roads go on whate’er betide, loining sea to sea. T. BUELL CARD, ’1C. SPRINGTIME When joyous spring comes on the scene And frosts no more we see, Our pulses thrill, our hearts are keen 'I‘o share the springtime's glee. T’is then we see the budding flowers And hear the robins sing, The vi’lets peep from shady bowers,— All heralding the spring. T’is sturdy March that first appears With breezes fresh and strong; Then howling, shrieking winds one hears, That lash the seas along. Then April comes with tears and smiles, And daffodils so gay; I hen sunny May with merrv wiles To cheer the dullest day. At last comes June with all its charm, All decked with roses fair, With leafy trees and sunshine warm To bring us pleasure rare. Of all the seasons of the year, The springtime is the best; For then the twitt’ring birds we hear. And all the earth seems blest. ANNIE L. NAISMITH, 16.