Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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9 THE QUIVER right of the United States of America and (with a flourish of her hand) ,He Robert Lucille, you don't mean that you don't care any longer? Lucille (She goL to Robert and puts her arms about to neck, laughing half hysterically.) No. dear, “no, that I love Caesar less -Robert. (Taking her in his arms.) Lucille. Curtain. FOR “GOTT UND DER KAISER” “All hail the Kaiser’s name, Send far and wide his fame, For might makes right!” Thus screams the cannon’s cry; Thus shriek the guns nearby. Deep, deep the mothers sigh, As through the night F They see the stretchers crawl To lay their all in all In lonely graves. Their splendid soldier boys, Who left their cares, their joys, They have become the toys Of “Kultur’s” waves. r Does war permit a king To slaughter, murder, sting? r Does God will so? Then answ’ring, send around Wherever Truth is found. Key West or Puget Sound, A ringing, “No!r f ELSIE MOWRY, ’20.

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8 THE QUIVER Lucille. (Passionately.) Anne, don’t try to deceive yourself and me. I am not big. I am little, small in every way. Life is too precious to me to be lightly thrown away for something far beyond my little understanding, my petty soul. While I live, I want to be amused, gay, happy. Life to me means pleasure. I hate being uncomfortable, being cold or hungry. I hate having to meet stupid, ordinary people. I have never done anything really worth while. I hadn’t even enough sand to want to earn the bread I eat, as you do. Bob has been the one real thing in my life, and now you want to take him. If I give him up-------- Anne. (In a deep, stem voice.) It will be the one worth-while thing you have done in your life. (Both have risen and are facing each other with their hands resting on the table.) Lucille. Anne! Anne. Lucille, I mean it! You are false to everything that is good in you when you assume this indolent, bored pose. You have grit, Lucille, but you stifle your courage with your lies to yourself. You are not yellow, but because it was easier than looking for the real truth, you have pretended to yourself until you almost believe that you are a quitter. Lucille. Anne, I------- Anne. There comes Bob up the driveway. I am going. (Exits left. Robert Gregory enters right.) Lucille. Bob! Robert. Lucille! (They run toward each other with outstretched hands. Robert bends to kiss Lucille, but she draws back.) Lucille. Please, Bob. There is something I must say to you. Robert. There is only one thing a man wants to hear a girl say when he has been away from her for two months. Lucille. I am serious, Bob. Robert. And I am all attention, Lucille. Lucille. (In an even, colorless voice.) Bob, if you should try to enlist now, would they take you? Robert. I think so; but why this sudden desire to get rid of me, when I have seen you for exactly two minutes? You might have waited at least a day or two. Lucille. It was I who kept you from enlisting six months ago, wasn’t it? Robert. But-------- Lucille. (With a mocking curtsy. Her voice trembles slightly.) I hereby withdraw all claims to you, Robert Gregory, in view of the prior

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19 THE QUIVER W. H. S. RED CROSS SONGS Tune, “America” TO OUR BOYS Oh, Soldier Boy, to thee, Our hope for Liberty, To thee we sing. Soon may the war be o’er. May’st thou return once more, And peace from shore to shore Happiness bring. Oh, Soldier Boy, for thee, Our hope of Liberty, For thee we pray. God keep thee every day, Whatever be thy way, That thou may'st never stray Though fierce the fray. HATTIE E. SPAULDING. 20. Oh, soldier boys of ours, Who, through these awful hours, Do fight for peace. Fighting o’er there for us, May you victorious, Come home again to us, When war shall cease. DOROTHY T. MOWRY, T9. Hail to our soldiers brave, Who will their nation save, Our greatest pride! When came our country’s call, They answered one and all. We pray they ne’er may fall. Lord, be their guide. ALICE REDFERN, ’20. Our men, we’re proud of you; God guide and care for you Through day and night! God bring you back to us, Safe and victorious, Our men so glorious, Back from the fight! HELEN MARTELL, ’20.