Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE QUIVER 17 FORWARD MARCH! In the hall of the High School building, some two hundred eager students sat on the edge of their seats, anxiously, impatiently awaiting the order to form the line which was to show the school’s appreciation and admiration of the fine work that the football team had done. If there were any in the city who had not heard of the wonderful victory. they were not going to be allowed to remain in a state of such deplorable ignorance. Woonsocket High School was out to tell them of it in a memorable fashion. Torches blazed, drums beat triumphantly, a band played. At Depot Square, the line of enthusiastic students halted to raise a mighty shout for city and school, while interested citizens watched from the sidewalks. Up Main Street to Market Square they went, and once more was heard the victorious yell. Then, still enthusiastic, singing and cheering, the paraders marched through the Social district, where children and grown-ups alike stepped their work or their play to watch the long line of excited young people. At length, weary, footsore, hoarse, but unfailingly joyful, they came to the Park Theatre. The generous manager of the theatre had placed the house at their disposal, and for the first half hour or more the crowd sang and cheered for the heroes of the day. The enthusiasm was especially great when pictures of the coach, team, and “Tech” game—pictures taken and given to the school by Mr. Joseph Brown — were shown on the screen. By this time, the crowd was almost exhausted, and so, when the photoplay appeared, nearly everyone leaned back with a contented sigh. A few of the more enterprising at first made comments on the actors and the plot, but even they were tired and soon subsided. When the program was over, a band of smiling, weary students, teachers, and friends of the school turned their steps homeward, and not one of the student body, at any rate, but must certainly have felt, with a little thrill of pride, “ ‘This is my own, my native land,’ my city, and my school.” RUTH SCHLIVEK, ’18.

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1 THE Ql'IVEH A STORY FOR CHILDREN One day several years ago, while I was in a field of puinj kins, 1 was startled to see an old woman on a broom, coming toward me. 1 was very much surprised and tried to run away, but the old woman called me back. She told me to get her some sand from the Sahara Desert for a sand pudding. Just as she finished speaking, she stamped her foot. Immediately, an airship was seen coming towards us. It was a beautiful airship, having a cabin with a deck around it. It seemed to be driven bv something invisible, for no mechanism, or pilot, was to he seen. The old woman told me to go where the airship would take me and get her a bag of sand from the Sahara. Even before 1 knew it, I was inside the cabin, it was a luxuriously furnished cabin, i lure was a bookcase full of books, including even “The Arrow,” edited by English i B of the Woonsocket High School. 1 felt myself suddenly rising and knew that the journey had begun. I looked out of the cabin window. Below me were housetops no larger, it seemed to me, than building-blocks. 1 suddenly began to feel hungry. Immediately the airship stopped flying and 1 found myself in the dining room. After eating dinner, 1 was again conducted to the library by an invisible pilot. At last we reached the Sahara. A sand-storm was raging and it was with little difficulty that 1 collected enough for the old woman’s pudding. In a short time after we left the Sahara, the airship again alighted in the pumpkin-field. The old woman thanked me for the'sand and promised me the use of her airship for the service rendered. In a short time I was h me. I had left home for the field at half-past eleven, and just as 1 reached home, the clock struck twelve. In reality I had been gone half an hour, although it seemed much longer. SIMON SCHLANSKY, '20. The class was reciting upon the history of Rome after the kings. Freshman: “If anyone even said lie favored a return to the mon- archy, he would be shot.” Voice from rear: “Shot at sunrise.” Query: “Did the ancient Romans use guns? H. P-----e, Tj: “It seems just like Christmas. It’s as warm out as summer.” Latin 4 translation: “Fleet oh wretched flea.”

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18 THE QUIVER EDITORIALS EDITORIAL STAFF LOUISE FEELY, ’17, Editor-in-Chief. EDWARD HUMMEL, '18, Business Manager. ZITA COOK, ’17. LAURA LA FOND, ’is. HELEN THAYER, ’18. DOROTHY BEECHER, ’1'J. BUELL HUDSON, ’20. EDITORIALS One more year lias slipped by. One more class is going confidently forth to represent Woonsocket High in the outside world. We are constantly learning of the success of. our graduates, and vve hope and trust that the members or 1917 will uphold the reputation made for our school by our former students. In the past year there have been but few changes in the faculty and courses. Miss Cass of the Commercial Department has given up teaching on account of ill health. We feel her loss keenly because she lias been a leading factor in so many school activities. Many entertainments under her energetic management have brought credit to the school. Her position has been filled this term by Miss Norton. Trigonometry, taught by Mr. Carroll, has been added to the curriculum. Girls’ athletics have progressed under the supervision of Miss Gilbert. Another addition to the High School course is organized debating, in charge of Miss Corey. This class is open to all boys in the school. Debates have been held during the year, and the best debaters were selected to represent oonsocket in the contests of the Triangular Debating League, consisting of Cranston, East Providence, and Woonsocket high schools. A yearly debate is to be held during the spring, the affirmative side debating at home and the negative at one of the other schools.