Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE QUIVER II Macbeth. I fear nothing. When the wine bell rings, I shall be on hand to bear my part. I ady Macbeth. Very well, prepare thee now for the banquet. Betray not thyself with thy face. (Exit.) Scene III. Banquet hall in Macbeth’s castle. Curtain rises on Macbeth, Lady Macbeth. Duncan, and lords standing about a festive board. Duncan. Good evening, my lords. Join me in a toast to Macbeth and his most gracious lady. Lords. Yes, yes, the pledge! Duncan. Now, pray be seated and spare not the food or the wine, celebrate the victory won so lately by our courageous Macbeth. (All eat and drink heartily, passing jests note and then.) Lady Macbeth. (Aside.) Here’s the wine that will put the grooms to sleep. Then shall my worthy husband do the deed that will make him king. (Slyly drugs some wine and sends it to the grooms.) Scene IV. Duncan's room. Duncan asleep and two grooms stupefied on the floor. Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady Macbeth. Ah! All’s well. Duncan awaits the knife. Soon, like the bleating sheep, will he pass under the butcher’s blade. So be it. Ay, with this knife I’ll do’t myself. Farewell, Duncan. What, my arm fails me? Nay, I cannot kill him so. Too much of my father he reminds me. (Exit.) Scene V. Curtain rises on Macbeth in courtyard. Macbeth. What is’t pesters me so? Ne’er before have I slowed my pace for the killing of a man—in battle! Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady Macbeth. All’s ready. The grooms are drugged and Duncan’s asleep. Why stand you gaping? Take the daggers! Macbeth. Is there no way but to kill Duncan? If we’re discovered—. Lady Macbeth. So, as I thought, you’re but a weak woman in man’s disguise. Will you do it or no? Macbeth. Ay, I’ll do it. Faith, no one will suspect us. Give me the daggers. (Exit.) ERNEST UTTLEY, ’20.

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10 THE QUIVER Lady. Macduff. Lady. His effort to accuse the sons and heirs Of Duncan makes me not a little wary, And I for one will not have aught with him. My love for Duncan will prevent me ever From 'knowledging Macbeth as rightful king. When suspicions dark as these hang o’er his head. You think Macbeth so lost, so vile, so mean. That he would ki.l the king in furtherance Of his ambition, let result what may? I think him vile enough for anything. His actions before this have not pleased me. I'm not the only thane that thinks him guilty. Enough of horror now, my dearest man, Tis late, and we must fain to sleep. We’ll talk again anon. (Exeunt). BUELL W. HUDSON. ’20. LADY MACBET’HS PREPARATION FOR THE MURDER OF DUNCAN Scene I. The room assigned to Duncan in Macbeth's castle. Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady Macbeth. Ah! here is the place where a dark deed will soon be performed. Duncan will soon enter a sleep in yonder cot from which he will ne’er awaken. But the grooms must bear the guilt. In this, small alcove will they sleep, after partaking of the drink that I shall prepare for them. Ne'er shall anyone suspect my worthy lord. (Exit.) Scene II. Courtyard in Macbeth’s castle. Enter Macbeth and Lady Macbeth. Lady Macbeth. All’s well, most worthy husband. Soon shall you be king. Macbeth. But if we're discovered! What then? Lady Macbeth. Faint heart, where is thy courage? He who chances nothing wins nothing. Macbeth. No faint heart am I. Go on. Lady Macbeth. Fear is not mine, as you well know. Hark, I’ll do’t myself if you are fearful. If not, take heed of what I say. I shall have all ready. At the signal you will but have to drive the knife.

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12 THE QUIVER Hangman’s Corner, West County, Me., July 21, 1918. Dear Hattie: Hangman's Corner is a very pleasant name; it is so very cheerful, isn’t it? But we don't mind that, for it will prove to be an attractive place, we believe, although we didn’t catch a glimpse of its “company manners’’ unti. this afternoon. At three o’clock, Thursday afternoon, the day of our arrival, the heavens opened a id the rain descended; for three days and three nights the rain beat an incessant ta.too on the roof, but it has entirely stopped now. Citizens, wearing clumsy rubber boots, are splashing down the road, ankle-deep in water. Since we are provided with rubbers only, we may not have the privilege of joining them. I have no idea how I shall mail this unless my fairy-godmother turns me into a duck. We have a quaint little cottage, shaded by maples and white elms. There are a kitchen, a living-room, and a hall; we have turned the bedrooms into dressing rooms, for we all sleep out of doors on the back porch. Then there are a tiny barn and pasture for the Jersey cow. We have a beautiful flower-garden ard a useful vegetable one; the flowers look rather bedraggled now after their drenching of rain. We are wondering how so pretty a little hamet ever acquired such an ugly name as Hangman's Corner. Friday evening, as we sat around the fireplace, telling stories, chiefly of ghosts, Edna suggested that each one of us should invent a reason for the naming of it. Louise said that in the days when hanging was a favorite form of punishment, a hangman, who had become extremely wealthy, had built the big house which stands at the corner of the roads for a country home and the place had borrowed his title; but Annie was more blood-thirsty, holding that the name was a corruption of Hanged-Man’s Corner and that some un scrupulous horse-thief had been lynched there by an infuriated mob. Jane admitted the possibility of the name’s being corrupted, but stated the cause as suicide. Perhaps, when we discover the real reason, it will not be as creepy as these. We have not yet summoned sufficient courage to inquire into the matter. Everyone says it so glibly, mentions it so casually, that I suppose it means nothing more than home to them. We think we shall be settled by next week Thursday and we shall be very glad indeed if you will come to visit us during your week’s vacation. We can offer you a bed on the haymow beneath a big, open window, or one on the sleeping porch if you prefer. Cordially yours, ELSIE MOWRY, '20.