Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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4 THE QUIVER THE SKY Have you ever seen the sky at dawning, When Aurora opes the gates of day, When the sun-god mounts his golden chariot, When he drives exulting on his way ? All the earth is joyous, fresh, and fragrant, Beams of light shoot up across the sky; White and amber, pearly clouds of gossamer Gleam, and then the sun is up on high. See it mounting far up to the zenith, Going on its same old pilgrimage, Lighting up the world with rays of sunshine, Cheering youth and aged, fool and sage! Summer days, its light shines warm and friendly, Gentle clouds of down flit o’er the sky; fn the winter time, its rays seem colder, Shafts of harsh light rioting on high. Have you ever seen the sky at night-time, When the sun is going down to rest, When the clouds of rainbow colors seem to Flutter from a thousand gardens blest? Then the twilight deepens, sunset fadeth, Darker purple hues are in the sky, Nature draws the coverlet o’er her gardens, Flowers nod and whispering winds do sigh. Angels in the Heavens hang out lanterns, Stars that glow and twinkle in the blue, In the floor of Paradise, they’re peep-holes, Letting glory from the Lord shine through. In the night, when earth is wrapped in slumber, Sparkling, gleaming, in their lofty sphere, All the stars keep watch without cessation, Breathing blessings on us year by year. MARION E. SALLEY. ’Ir .

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THE QWIVER JUNE, 1916. PRICE, 20 CENTS. CONTENTS The Sky................................................. •••• 4 On Pond and River.............................................. 5 Just Abraham Lincoln........................................... 6 A Talkative Friend............................................. 7 Caught in an Elevator........................................ 8 The Women Most Influencial in Shakespeare’s Life............... 9 To a Brook...................... ..............................10 A Storm at Sea.................................................II Nightfall......................................................12 Our Permanent Benefits from the War in Europe..................13 A Maiden's Reply...............................................15 Editorials.................................... ••••.... .... 16 School Notes...................................................20 Athletics......................................................26 Alumni Notes...................................................31 W. H. S. Directory............................................ 36 DORIS L. POOLE WILLIAM E. BARRY WINNERS OF THE GOLD MEDALS SINGLETON INTERSCHOLASTIC DECLAMATIONS 1916

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THE QUIVER o ON POND AND RIVER The sun was lifting the gray mist as we launched our canoe and started up the pond. Everything was silent except for the sound of the steady dip and drip of our paddles. When we reached the first “carry,” the mist was quite gone and the sun coated the quiet water with a sheet of living gold. The green banks, rising from the shore, looked soft and velvety in the sunlight, and the shady coves invited the explorer’s paddle. Ascending the river, we soon came to another pond, where water lilies lay anchored like fleets of fairy craft. Their gleaming sails sweetened the air with the choicest perfumes of elf land and tempted us to remain in their lotus-land. The river ahead beckoned, however, and we went on, after a last long look at the dainty blossoms. On the winding river we now struggled with a stretch of rapids and then glided over a deep and quiet pool, where the current lay asleep. The waters shone clear and emerald bright, and, looking into their crystal depths, we could see dainty aquatic plants gently waving in the current, awkward turtles plunging hastily to shelter among the roots, and bright fish darting and flashing over the bottom. Sometimes, as we rounded a turn in the river, a pair of ducks would rise from their meal with much indignant splashing and quacking. Sleek muskrats dived and swam along meadow bottoms, always deeply intent on business. At times the stream lay straight before us, bordered on one side by high, wooded banks and on the other by peaceful hay fields. Here and there a quiet old bridge lay brooding over the stream, casting calm reflections on the hurrying water beneath.