Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE QUIVER 15 a gale, and look off into the distance. The whole world seemed spread before us. Over on the horizon line, the Adirondacks were a faint purple outline, while at their foot Lake Champlain, with its specks of islands, lay glittering and gleaming in the sun. Then came chains and chains of mountains with superb purple and green hues. The valley below looked like a tiny toy village, with its winding river, its w'hite roads, and miniature farms. How small and insignificant one feels when he sees God’s wonder work spread before him like that! The descent was fairly easy, even more enjoyable than the ascent, as there was no hurry and much more time to explore. I found myself lagging behind again, to look at the numerous interesting things on the way. At last, we reached the machine, and soon arrived home. Everyone was tired, but very proud of the achievement of the day. Yours truly, HELEN J. THAYER, ’18. THE BEST PHYSICIANS It is a difficult task to maintain physical strength and an abundance of good nature unless you are in physical trim. It is obvious that the capacity for work depends largely on whether you are in good condition or not. Therefore it is necessary, if you are to accomplish more work and better work, to make the acquaintance of the famous trio. Doctors Diet, Quiet, and Merryman. First, 1 will introduce you to Doctor Diet, who has worked wonders with his menu of daily “eats.’’ He chases gout and fat, besides many other ailments caused by careless eating. Next in line comes Doctor Ouiet, the special friend of overworked and careworn toilers. Rest a-plenty, combined with peace and comfort, are his only cures. Last, but not least, comes Doctor Merryman, with a smile, a laugh, and a joke as his only medicines. This “Doc” is the deadly foe of Mr. “Grouch” and Mr. “Cranky.” Tt is an acknowledged fact that “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure:” and if you consult this famous trio as a preventive to ill health, you will find health and happiness, and a cure will not be necessary. In conclusion. I must state that this trio of physicians guarantee to produce the desired effect upon anyone who will follow their instructions carefully and attentively. FRED BETAGH. T9.

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14 THE QUIVER my youth and health! I am now content to let ten months of real work suffice, and I am now waiting for my vocation to find me. So I return to school with good health and happy spirits after a summer spent in joyous relaxation. IRENE M. LONG. ’18. Locust Grove Farm, Woonsocket, R. I., April 16, 1918. My dear Miss Mowry:— At last, at last, I have climbed to the very top of a mountain, none other than Mt. Mansfield in Vermont. Somewhere in my brain, there has always been the cherished notion of accomplishing this feat, but never before this year has it been possible. Mt. Mansfield is 4800 feet in height, with an outline roughly resembling a man’s face. We motored to the foothills over a true “rocky road to Dublin’’ and began our ascent on foot. The trail was very good, winding in and out through the thick woods. Soon an unfamiliar sound reached my ears, the sound of running water. Every here and there we crossed swollen mountain streams, rushing noisily over moss-covered stones. I had to lag behind to listen to their music, for what music is more wild and sweet? Soon my companions began to talk of the Half-Way House, where we were to strike the real trail. I imagined it would be a picturesque little place, but it was merely a very old signboard with the words “Half-Way House ’ scratched on it. That was the first of many surprises. It had recently rained, and the so-called trail proved to be a running brook. It was unusual walking, I'll admit, but one became used to it in no time. It was fun to me to find a sure footing on the slippery rocks, to climb over big tree trunks across the trail, to catch at overhanging branches, but to feel all the time that I was going up and up. There was no view, of course, as we were hemmed in on all sides by trees, brush, and brambles. At intervals we rested near a clear, trickling spring and drank freely of its sparkling water. But mountain climbing is not all pleasure. I can’t begin to tell of all the aches and pains one acquires on the way, although the strange thing about it is that they are hardly noticed at the time. Finally, the trail became steeper and steeper, so that we even had to use ropes at times. Little by little, a bit of the surrounding country could be dimly discerned through the trees. One by one we reached the top, and finally stood there all together. O, it was the sight of a lifetime to stand there with the wind blowing

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16 THE QUIVER (Tt EniTflRIALS'Zn EDITORIAL STAFF ANNA GILCHRIST, ’18, Editor-in-Chicf. RAYMOND COOK, '18, Business Manager. RUTH WARDLE, ’18, RUTH PARSONS, ’19, MARION COOK, ’19. JAMES SIMS, ’20, MILDRED HOYLE, ’21. EDITORIALS Another year has gone! Another band of graduates is about to go forth from Woonsocket High School. In looking back over the past year, we note several changes, particularly those in the ranks of our faculty. In September, the girls of the Domestic Science classes took up their work with Miss Evelyn Emerson, a graduate of Simmons College, who was appointed to fill the vacancy caused by Mrs. Stone's resignation. Miss Cushman's place in the Commercial department was filled by Miss Georgia L. Norton of North Barrington, Mass. Miss Cass, stenography teacher, returned to school at the beginning of the year, after an absence of several months, due to illness. We were all glad to have her back with us, and rejoiced in her improved health. We also suffered an almost irretrievable loss when Mr. Keaney left in November, to accept a position at Everett, Mass. Mr. Keaney was an excellent teacher in Chemistry and Physics, and was unusually successful in his work of training the boys in various branches of athletic sports. Since coming to Woonsocket, he had worked untiringly to create a name for our school which would equal that of any other in the state. He raised the athletic reputation of Woonsocket High School from the lowest position a few years ago to the highest during the last two years. A diligent search was made for several months for a competent man to fill Mr. Keaney’s place, and finally Mr. Charles Donlon, a teacher at