Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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8 THE QUIVER foreman if that was the correct way, and he told me that it was the correct way to break the machine. I told Bill about this, but he passed it off as a mere incident, and proceeded to tell me his plans for building a folding canoe. I know many enthusiastic talkers, but Bill is king of them all. HENRY C. CARD, JR., ’18. CAUGHT IN AN ELEVATOR When I entered the elevator, I noticed that it was well filled, as it was the noon hour. It went downward as usual until just between the second and third floors, where it stopped. “Oh, my goodness! What’s the matter? Is something broken? Tell me quickly,” exclaimed a middle-aged woman. “I never saw such carelessness in my life! Elevators should be kept in a good condition,” said another woman. “Sir, stop this dilly-dallying. Fix this elevator at once. I left meat in the oven. I must get this next car.” “We'll all smother or starve if this car isn’t lifted. It is 12:15 and I want my lunch,” said a stout man. “Oh! I’m going to faint, I know. I’ll sue this firm. My nerves are shattered!” wailed a hysterical young woman. “Dry up!” said a burly man. “Stop yelling in my ear!” “Oh, what fun!” giggled one schoolgirl to another. “Isn’t it perfectly thrilling? Won’t the other girls be jealous? Do you suppose our names will be in the paper? Maybe they’ll take our pictures. Oh, dear, I wish I’d worn my velvet hat. It’s much more becoming. You know------” “You girls would better be praying to the good Lord to get us out of this predicament safely than talking nonsense,” said one prudish woman. “Say, you numskull, haven’t you fixed that machinery yet? Friends, just think of this specimen living on while men like Tom Shevlin die.” said a dapper young man, anxious to impress the schoolgirls. “Boo-hoo!' Boo-hoo!” cried a small, pretty woman. “Those 49c. waists will all be picked over.” “It’s going! He’s fixed it! Hurrah!” Yes, we were moving slowly. Although we had been delayed but about fifteen minutes, I shall never forget it. It certainly was an experience. MADELEINE E. BAXTER, ’18.

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THE QUIVER “Not the President?” I almost shrieked. “No, madam, no; not the President. Just George’s old friend ‘Abe.’ But tell me, is this his son ?” By this time, the baby, who, all unnoticed, had gradually been tottering, step by step, toward the man, was begging to be taken up. The President’s face relaxed into a smile, and as he picked up the cooing child, who insisted upon kissing his new friend, the look of tenderness and love which lighted up his face was indeed more wonderful than anything I had ever seen before. As Mr. Lincoln handed the boy to me, he said in a trembling voice. “My boy, tell that rascal, your father, that I forgive him for the sake of that kiss and those bright eyes.” So saying, the President turned and went down the steps, out of my sight. I never saw him again, but never have I forgotten for a moment the change which came over that sad face as my little boy begged to be picked up and kissed. RUTH J. HENDRICK, ’17. A TALKATIVE FRIEND Did you ever notice the difference in the characters of your friends? Some are quiet and reserved, others lively and talkative. Some are restless and never still. My friend Bill has a tongue that is never still. Bill is about my size and age. I knew him a long while ago when he and I were in the first grade of school. I remember that, even in that remote time, he had a love of conversation that excelled. Bill’s family left Woonsocket while we were still in the primary school. When they returned six or seven years later, I noticed that, as far as talking was concerned, he was the same old Bill. He loved argument and revelled in narration and description. His arguments were not always sound and logical, but that mattered not as long as the words flowed freely, and he did not have to stop to think. He would keep up a steady stream of talk so that his opponent never got the chance to say more than half a dozen words at a time. Then he would break in and hold the floor for the next hour or so. Next to argument, Bill liked exposition. If he wasn’t arguing with you, he was explaining something. Sometimes his explanations were as unsound as his arguments, but that mattered not, either, as long as he kept that tongue of his wagging. He and I worked in the same mill one summer, and one day he came to me and glibly explained how to run a machine. I asked the

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THE QUIVER 9 THE WOMEN MOST INFLUENTIAL IN SHAKESPEARE’S LIFE There were three women who exerted a great influence over W.lliam Shakespeare. The first was his mother, Mary Arden, whose influence upon the later, as well as the earlier, days of Shakespeare's life was unbounded. The second was Anne Hathaway, whom Shake-peare married when he was but eighteen years old. The third is said to l ave been Mary Fitton, whom he met during his sojourn in London, and whose personality is reflected in many of his works, particularly in his sonnets. Mary Arden was of a slightly higher class than the elder Shakespeare, and when she married him, she brought a fortune sufficient to keep them comfortably during the remainder of their lives. By means o' her money, she was able to send Shakespeare to the grammar school of Stratford-on-Avon, where he received his education. It was also his mother who, in frequent walks about the beautiful country surrounding his home, opened the eyes of the future poet to the beauties of nature, which were afterwards so feelingly and fittingly described in his works. The influence .of Anne Hathaway, afterwards Anne Shakespeare, was perhaps the least of the three. She was his wife and the mother of his children, but we find nowhere in his works the evidence of her influence. In place of this, we find scores of allusions to another and more fervid love, the object of which was probably the beautiful Mary Fitton, who was maid of honor to Queen Elizabeth, and whom, it is thought, Shakespeare met when he went to London. This Mary Fitton was one of the foremost ladies of her time, and was renowned for her beauty. The poet met her, perhaps, when he was summoned to read his works before the great Queen Elizabeth. The thoughts which she inspired in him were embodied in some of his meet beautiful lines. She was probably “The whitely wanton with a velvet brow” of “Love’s Labor Lostand we find references to her. such as “dark lady,” “dark as night,” “false to the bonds of love,” scattered throughout his plays and poems. Even in “Antony and Cleopatra,” the character of Cleopatra, some critics think, has borrowed much from Mary Fitton. Ardent as Shakespeare’s love was, it enkindled no answering passion in the beautiful maid of honor, for she married the Earl of Pembroke, who had been Shakespeare’s confidant, and against whom we find some bitter lines, as