Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

Text from Pages 1 - 60 of the 1920 volume:

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KIRBY Fire Plate Glass ulmy 'FRANCE ££dr Automobile ' Burglary 84 MAIN STREET Compliments of Hamlet Textile Co. Compliments ot Scotia Worsted Co. Compliments of Nyanza cTVlills tHe quiver JUNE, 1920 PRICE, 20 CENTS CONTENTS. The Rain................................................ 5 Dominus Tullius Views Our Seven Wonders................. 6 The Battle Against Urien................................ 9 The Trouble with Rome.................................. 10 The Fate of an Easter “Bonnet’’...................... 11 The Coming of the Danes to Astolat...................... 12 Dollars or Lives....................................... 13 Man Works from Sun to Sun.............................. 15 Awake, Americans.............................••• .... 17 Winter Mornings........................................ 18 The Escapade of a Ten Year Old.......................... 20 When the Fiery Cross Came to Our Village................ 19 Winter................................................. 21 Rip Van Winkle’s Awakening in 1920...................... 22 And the Least Among You Shall Be Greatest............... 24 Extracts from the Senior Diary......................... 25 If the Cap Fits—...................-................... 27 Editorials.............................................. 29 School Notes............................................ 31 Athletics............................................... 36 Alumni Notes........................................... 49 Harmless Arrows......................................... 43 THE RAIN Hear the rain, her soft, wet fingers, Wandering o’er the window pane, Gently tapping, tapping, tapping, A monotonous refrain. HAROLD PELOQUIN, ’21 6 THE QUIVER DOMNICUS TULLIUS VIEWS OUR SEVEN WONDERS As I did not begin the study of Ancient History until the class had recited seven weeks, it was necessary for me to make up the work, so I had Ancient History continually on my mind. One afternoon I became extremely interested and failed to notice the clock. Suddenly, coming to my senses, I realized that it was four o’clock. I jumped up and started for my locker in the basement. Upon entering the locker room I saw a man sitting on the bench. He was dressed in an ancient Greek costume. I was just wondering what on earth he could be celebrating, when he arose and said, “Ah! Young man, you are just the fellow I am looking for. My name is Dorrinicus Tullius. I have been informed that you study Ancient History. ” “Y-Y-Y-Yes, I do,” I stammered, as though my mouth were riveted together. “Well. I’ve come to learn something of your so-called Seven Wonders of the World. I’m ve y proud of the wonders of my time. Let me recall them before we begin our tour.” “Our tour!” I began to feel shaky. What could he be up to? But I didn’t have time to think, for he took me by the arm and pulled me along, enumerating in his heavy voice: “Now, there were the Pyramids of Egypt, a wonderful piece of work. Think of the time and trouble we took to lay those huge blocks of stone. Look at the Pharaos of Egypt. Have you ever seen such a beacon? Why, the size of the Colossus of Rhodes cannot be—” “Yes, they’re all wonderful, but how about our—” “Never mind your whatever you were going to say. Listen to me. I was saying the Colossus of Rhodes cannot be compared with THE QUIVER 7 anything I have seen here. The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the Temple of Diana at Ephesus, the statue of Jupiter by Phidias, and the Mausoleum of Artemisia were beyond compare; but, out of curiosity, I will look at what you have to show me.” By this time I had fairly recovered and made up my mind not to allow Domnicus to “run down” our wonders. “Very well,” said I, “the first thing we shall look at is an X-ray machine.” “A what?” “An X-ray machine. This is a machine for taking pictures of broken bones and things that cannot be seen by the human eye. By simply taking a picture and developing it, our modern doctors can discover, with very little trouble, the nature of a fracture. Imagine what old Hippocrates would say about one of these machines. As much as he knew of medicine, he never dreamed of anything like this.” “I don’t believe he did,” murmured Domnicus. “Let’s go over here, while I telephone for a machine to take us to the aviation field. Bronx, 493, please. Hello, City Taxi, will you send a machine up to —” “Are you crazy?” interrupted Domnicus; “whoever heard of talking to a misshaped piece of iron?” “Why, my dear man, this is another one of our wonders. By placing the receiver to your ear and talking through the mouthpiece, you may talk to someone in California. Listen.” “Of all the queer things. Think of the poor fellow who ran thirty miles to tell of the battle of Marathon and then fell dead.” Honk! Honk! “Come on, Dom, w ve got to see those aeroplanes before they hop off for that race.” “What are you talking about? Are we going to see one of our old athletic contests?” “Nonsense, nonsense! An aeroplane is a machine like a bird with its wings stiff. Get into this automobile, so we can get over to that field. Sit still, Dom, what do you want to see?” “Who on earth is pushing this wagon along?” “Don’t you f that steady puttering? That is the exhaust from the engine in under the hood in front. The rotary motion given to the crankshaft by the various explosions over the pistons is transmuted to the rear wheels, which in turn propel the automobile, not wagon. To continue with the aeroplane—a propeller on front turned by a powerful combustion engine similar to this automobile 8 THE QUIVER engine pulls it through the air. These machines can fly at the rate of—here we are. Watch that fellow do the “loop the loop.” No, no, not down the street, up in the air. See him sailing along like a giant bird? Imagine your Colossus of Rhodes reaching that machine with one of his gigantic arms. Do you want to take a ride in one of the —” “No thanks! I’ll stay right where I am. I’d rather watch them.” “We’ll examine them some other time. We may as well go over to the hospital and see the little army of germs that help our doctors to fight diphtheria, blood poisoning, etc.” “Army of germs! Good gracious, there’s no need of going into a hospital to contract a disease!” “Don’t be foolish, Dom, they won’t hurt you. Oh! by the way, we might stop on o r way over and take a look at the sun’s solar spectrum.” “At the sun's what?” “Solar spectrum. It won’t hurt you. That’s only the name of the sun’s rays divided into their various colors. It’s strange Archimedes did not discover this long ago. There! Do you see all these pretty colors of the rainbow? Those are the colors which are so carefully combined by nature to make white light. When our chemists burn anything before this spectroscope and they find a new color, they immediately know that some new substance has been found. Well, let’s go to the hospital. “How do you do, professor? I have brought my friend, Dom-nicus Tullius, to look at another wonder of ours, that is, your antiseptics and anti-toxins and radium.” “Oh, yes, we have them ready for immediate use. Just a short while ago I was using radium in curing a cancer.” “Perfectly wonderful! But I feel rather uneasy among these germs.” “Very well, Dom, we ll go to Arlington, Virginia, and examine our great wireless station.” “What on earth are those big towers w’ith wires strung from one to the other?” “Those are wireless towers, from which messages are sent all over the world. By means of electricity, short waves are set up, which reach as far as Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, a distance of 4600 miles.” “Please tell me the truth about some of these so-called wonders.” THE QUIVER 9 “Nothing could be more true, Dom; I have shown you what we regard as our Seven Wonflepsj.” Poor Dorn’s confidence had been badly shaken since he had seen our first wonder, and he now sadly admitted that the twentieth century people had progressed yonderfully since his time. RUSSELL AMBACH, ’20. j PARTS THAT TENNYSON LEFT OUT OF “THE IDYLLS OF THE KING” THE BATTLE AGAINST URIEN And Arthur pitch’d his tents beside the wood; Then sent his loyal knight, Sir Bedivere, To Urien to say that he had come To save Leodogran from direful wrong, Requesting he depart at once from out These lands; and Bedivere, arriving at The Welshmen’s camp, was taken prompt before Their lord, who, hearing Arthur’s bold commands. Replied, “But who is he who wouldst command Me thus? A peevish child who dares command King Urien ! Begone 1 Make haste and tell Thy knavish lord. King Urien hath a wish At once to have his golden beard for his Mantle.” And Bedivere right soon brought back Reply. And ere the sun had risen high O’erhead, both Urien and Arthur bold Were lined in battle strong. Then spake King Arthur brave, “My knights, we .either Conquer or we fall.” Then silence reign’d Throughout that line of knights in armor bright, Till trumpet-blast began the fray. Both sides Did meet with shouts and cries of fiercest war. The forest sounded with the clash of arms. At length both friend and foe were thrown to earth; And many maiden knights of Arthur’s court Did fall, and many made their name and fame. When Arthur met King Urien, Arthur’s lance Was shattered, but he drew Excalibur, 10 THE QUIVER A blade so bright it dazed his foe, the Welsh, And did inspire his knights with courage new, And smote him on the head and sorely wounded Him. The foe then turned and madly fled. And Arthur stay’d the fray. And from five score And ten brave knights, three score alone were left. And Arthur grieved till Merlin blithely said, “Rejoice, for thou hast proven thyself King.” And all this while the princess, Guinevere, Looked on, and she rejoiced although she saw Him not. And he return’d to Camelot With Guinevere in mind. SORON DAMARJIAN, 21 THE TROUBLE WITH ROME For Arthur had great trouble with the kings, Who, jealous of the puissance of this youth, Made plans to overthrow his power and realm. But Arthur, growing stronger day by day, Drew all the lords and petty kings to him. And made their kingdoms and his one, and reigned. Then Rome, the fading mistress of the world, Claimed tribute from his kingdom wide and vast; But Arthur would not pay and strove with Rome, Who, all engaged with tribes of barb’rous men, Could not contend with Arthur and his knights, Who fought with supermight for Christ and king. Twelve times the armies closed in deadly strife, And many noble knights were lost to each, And neither claimed a vict’ry for its side, Till Arthur, foremost now in every fight, With his own hands in fight at Baden Mount Nine hundred and three score of heathen slew. And so from Rome were Britons ever freed, And no one doubted Arthur was the king, And so he made a realm and reigned in peace. ARTHUR B. ROBERTSHAW, 21 THE QUIVER THE FATE OF AN EASTER “BONNET” 11 I have always had rather tomboyish tastes, and if there is anything I dislike, it is something fancy and new to wear, in the line of shoes and hats, especially. For instance, I could wear middy blouses always, but I am sure to be thinking up a multitude of excuses the minute a pretty white dress is mentioned. I hate to hear. What will people say!” and I have often wondered why we should be uncomfortable just on account of what people say. This spring1—and, oh! how I dreaded it—I knew I was to have a new Easter hat. My affection for the various “tarns” I had clung to all winter increased. I was dragged down street by my mother and elder sister in quest of a suitable hat. My tastes were not consulted. as they knew them too well already, and so those unfeeling relatives picked out my hat. They said it was “perfectly lovely” and “suited me so well”; but the things I should have liked to say about it were exquisitely unmentionable—for various reasons. I de rived some comfort on the way home by the vision of myself doing a hula dance on that innocent “bonnet.” At home, in the kitchen, I took the hat out of the bag and looked at it. My disgust increased. Of all the “phony” things —! It was made of some kind of dark blue straw wound around in a queer fashion; a wreath of what looked like oak leaves encircled the crown ; a bunch of wild apples grew on the southwest corner; and a kind of lollypop, on the “all-day sucker” style, stuck up in front: while a regular vegetable garden overran the crown. Disgustedly I left the hat on a kitchen chair and ran off to join my brothers in the delightful sport ot catching frogs, lizards, dragon-fly larvae, and water-bugs in a pond nearby. The next morning, my mother asked me where my new hat was, and my heart sank, for I could see myself walking to church in that hat. We went to the kitchen—where we found it, too—but, oh, what a hat! Under the stove it lay, a mass of torn straw and split ap pies, and on the debris sat our little setter pup, gravely chewing the “lollypop.’ I nearly disgraced myself by laughing, but man aged, instead, to murmur, “That’s too bad!” The pup was punished and my mother took the hat away with many lamentations. I don't mind saying, however, that I always was fond of dogs—especially setter pups! They are “kind of” handy to have round! HELEN CARD, ’21 12 THE QUIVER THE COMING OF THE DANES TO ASTOLAT Scene I. A meadow near Astolat. Lord of Astolat: Daughter, these times fill me with woe. We know not what moment we may be set upon by a Danish horde. Elaine: Fear not, Father, the Lord is all merciful. Lord of Astolat: Where are thy brothers? I would they were here. Methinks I hear a distant tramp; thinkest thou so? Enter servant and the two sons. Servant: Flee, my lord! Make all haste! The heathen Danes are but a few paces away. Soon they will overrun the place. I do beg thee to flee. Torre (son of Lord of Astolat) : Ay, Father, I did see them with mine own eyes. Lavaine (younger son); And I, also. Come, “Lily maid of Astolat ' this is no time to muse! Lord of Astolat: My children, to the boatman’s hut by the river! Torre, Lavaine, look to your sister. I follow after. Get thee hence. (Exeunt as the Danes enter the gate.) 1st Dane: Churl, where is thy master? 2nd Dane: Thou hadst best tell us, or thou wilt fare the worse! 3rd Dane: Make answer with haste. It profits us not to wait all day. 1st Dane: I say, what does thy master? Servant: No answer will I make. 2nd Dane: Then you’ll fare the worse for it. 1st Dane: No honor to us to slaughter this dog! Out with his tongue! 3rd Dane: Ay! I shall do it at they command. (He d.ags him one side.) 1st Dane: We will help ourselves to the spoils. (They retreat in triumph.) Scene II. Boatman’s hut. Lord of Astolat: I fear for the safety of our faithful servant. Torre: Belike he hath fallen into heathen hands. Lavaine: Nay, Father, I pray thee, give me leave to seek hint No harm can come to me. Lord of Astolat: I do not— Lavaine: Give me but one word, and I go. (Exit). Scene III. Castle yard. Lavaine: Speak, good servant, speak. How dost thou? What THE QUIVER 13 —hast thou no speech? Oh, horror! horror! (Rushes out.) Scene IV. Castle yard. • Elaine: Why, Father, we know not our own dwelling. Lord of Astolat: My good servant, thou art indeed an honorable man. Thou hast suffered the loss of thy tongue, but thou shalt be well repaid for the services rendered to us today. Whilst I do dwell within these poor walls, thou shalt be to me as one of the family. Lavaine: And I will always think of thee as our protector. Come Sister, let us to the hall, and give thanksgiving for our safety. Torre: Yea, it is but fitting. (Exeunt). MARGARET M. DONAHUE, ’21 “DOLLARS OR LIVES?” America, a tall, beautiful woman, stood in her pantry looking with a satisfied air at the well-stocked shelves. The barrels were well filled with flour, wheat, corn meal, etc. She went to each barrel and looked also into the different bins as she mused to herself : “I shall have a large surplus this year. I wonder where I can sell my surplus for the largest amount of money?” Her musings were suddenly interrupted by the peal of the doorbell, and she passed through her luxurious home to meet her caller. At the door stood a neighbor, Europe, a much older woman than America. Her face was sorrowful; her clothes were poor. Her sorrow had been caused by the quarreling among her children. She stepped into America’s parlor, and said, “America, I must have food for my children. My oider children, England, France, Spain and Italy, are again in their fields, and do not need help; but they are unable to give aid to my smaller children, who are still weak and who are struggling bravely for life.” America answered, “But, Europe, I have given you a great deal of food already. Why, only yesterday, I sent some clothing and food for the Near East Relief.” Europe shook her head sadly and answered, “America, come over to see my house and family. When you see them, you will understand.” America consented, and they wended their way to Europe’s shattered dwelling. They entered and Europe led the way to the 14 THE QUIVER parlor. There was a young girl reclining on a sofa. She was very, very weak. Europe drew America aside and said, “There is Poland, who is struggling to become strong like her other brothers and sisters; but how can she become strong when she is starving to death ? A young man, thin, but sleek, with long finger-nails that would cut the flesh if they came in contact with it, sat near the sofa, bending towards the young girl as though he were beseeching her to do something. Europe frowned and said, “America, Poland is struggling to overcome this persistent and dangerous lover, Bolshevism. He promises that if she will marry him, he will provide the necessary remedy that will make her strong and well, better off, in fact, than her brothers and sisters. While Poland has strength she will resist Bolshevism, but she is losing her strength and will accept if no other means are offered. Come this way. Europe led America up a pair of stairs to a bedroom where a young woman lay ill. Europe said, “There is Armenia. She is beautiful, but has been tortured for years by that terrible disease, the Turk. It is killing her by inches. She bravely fights it, but she cannot hold out much longer, for I cannot give her the nourishment she needs. She is also wooed by Bolshevism, for his belief allows him to have more than one wife. She is strong enough to fight him now, but she is rapidly becoming weaker. Europe then led America through the rest of the house, showing her all her smaller children, who were weak and were being overcome by disease. Outside again Europe continued: “You have seen for yourself; you understand my circumstances. I do not ask that you give with out expecting a return. I ask for a loan. Only a little of your surplus foodstuffs would give the proper nourishment to my children and make them strong again to resist temptation and disease, that would lead them to ruin. Think, America !• I entreat you to think of what will become of my children if they are offered no helping hand. If Poland and Armenia marry Bolshevism, their children and their children’s children will mean numbers added to the cause of Bolshevism. It will then be a greater fight for you. It will mean the loss of life of your own children. America thought several minutes, then replied, “I will consider it and tell you tomorrow.” THE QUIVER 15 , Europe shook her head. “Tomorrow, always tomorrow! Amer-tomojrovy will be too late. My children, are weakening. You have a great surplus. You can feed my children and still have plenty for yourself.” America looked at Europe’s war-worn, pleading face, and mused. “How can I refuse this plea of Christianity? Shall I let Poland and Armenia, and all those beautiful little children die of starvation Which shall it be, Dollars or Lives?” LILLIAN R. MAHER, ’20 “MAN WORKS FROM SUN TO SUN” The day on our farm begins in autumn before daylight. The barns and sheds are coveerd with hoar frost. The air is biting and still. Not a breeze stirs the big pines yonder; a leaf flutters to the ground from the gnarled mountain ash; the black walnut rears it leafless branches as motionless as a statue. A few steel-cold stars glitter in the sky, which gradually becomes lighter. Over the orchard there, it is turning to silver. The stars wink and go out. The cock crows loudly, slapping his wings against his sides; he is answered by one to the north. The cows swing their stanchions uneasily. A dog bays in the distance. The fog is rising in a frosty cloud from the river beyond which there echoes the hollow pounding of a horse’s feet. Father is clattering the stove lids. I listen to his steps as he goes to the barn. The horse also hears him as he opens the door. He begins to nicker and paw. He moves aside too far for father to feed him and bumps against the wall. I can hear the clatter of the tubs in the cow mangers and the creak of the stanchions as they strain forward. The “ping” of the milk cans as they are taken from the rack is mother’s alarm clock. Soon. I know, there will be odors from the kitchen that will drag me reluctantly from bed. but I decide there is no time like the present to take another nap. I am awakened by an unearthly screaming. An excited pig en route to breakfast and a screech owl at dusk are close rivals for weirdness but two pigs,—-saints preserve us! The cock leads the chorus of hens which are singing with more zeal than music. He is a strap ping young cockerel, a Columbian Wyandotte, less than a year old. As the sun swings up over the horizon, the sky is a pale straw color. There is no doubt that the air is chilly. As I dress, my teeth 16 THE QUIVER chatter so fast that they seem to be running a race with the shivers shooting up and down my back. I run to the barn with the dog to mix a pail of mush for the hens. After breakfast we carry the cans of milk to the dealer. Then father takes the horse and draws some corn fodder to the barn and pulls and stacks some beans to d;y. Then he picks apples until dinner-time. In the meantime mother and I have been sweeping and cleaning and cooking and doing other odd “jobs” too numerous to mention. There is, perhaps, on the pantry shelf a strawberry or a cream pie or more likely two or three apple and a mince, a cake, a dish of cookies, loaves of bread, both white and brown, or a cottage cheese. In the afternoon we all go into the orchard and pick more apples. There are smooth Northern Spies and Baldwins, hunch-back Pewaukees, rough-skinned English and Roxbury Russets, yellow Bellflowers, Tolman Sweetings, the best apple to bake, Rhode Island Greenings. Jilliflowers. the peerless McIntosh Red, and mother’s favorite, the freckled Peck’s Pleasant. These are put into bags and barrels, loaded into the wagon, and taken to the house where they are put into the cellar for the winter. I get the mail and find it is time for chores again My cousin feeds the hens, throwing the corn at her feet to bring the cock near. Her eye has noticed and admired his tail-feathe s, which shine bronze and violet in the rays of the setting sun. As soon as he is near enough, she stoops and pulls out one of the prettiest, but the feather grew there and so it comes out with difficulty. She almost lifts him from his feet. He makes an awkward bow and hits his head on the ground. Verily it is not all fun to be a handsome cock. Then we search for eggs and carry into the roost a setting hen, which has stolen a nest across the road among the sweet-fern. If we should let her stay there, we should be afraid thit the little screech owl or the skunk down there in the junipers would cntch her. 1 hen we go for the cows and wait at the brook for them to drink. Off they go in single file down the path which they have worn. Their heels click like knitting needles. As they see the barn, they quicken their steps and one cow bawls. Father milks them. The pigs are fed. The chickens go to roost with much pushing and noise. We have our supper and draw up around the light to read. At nine o’clock father goes to the barn and beds down the horse. And so we settle down for the night. A cricket is mourning under my window. A south wind is sighing in the pines. All is dark. A meteor shoots earthward in the northeast. There is a bright glow to the south made by the lights of Providence. Another day is done. ELSIE MOWRY, ’20 THE QUIVER AWAKE, AMERICANS! 17 Fellow citizens, I am taking this opportunity to try to impress upon you the gravity of conditions in this country—conditions which bear upon your industries, rights, liberty, and peace, far more than you have probably suspected. There is in this country today the germ of a corrupt movement, which is growing rapidly and stealthily and bids fair to be one of the greatest evils with which our beloved country has had to contend. I refer to nothing less than the so-called Red movement, an organization founded by the leaders of the present government of Russia, if that can be called a government, which has thrown that country into such chaos and tumult. Through the medium of lawless robbers and irresponsibles, this movement has spread and enlarged by foul means until it has reached such alarming proportions that something must be done, an antidote quickly found, or our government, religion, and home life are in danger of being undermined, toppled over, and crushed under the heel of this new invader. This organization, which began with a small, but resolute, body, has over double its original membership. How is this increase accounted for? First of all, they have established scores of newspapers, printed in nearly every language spoken in this country, in which their deceiving propaganda appears. By creating a spirit of restlessness and a feeling that they, the workmen, are not being given their just deserts, they have caused a large proportion of the strikes and labor troubles which have vexed our country in the past eighteen months. These daring people have spread their doctrines through the country by influencing the ignorant classes, who, without a sufficient knowledge of right or wrong, or a knowledge of what the consequences of Bolshevism are, are susceptible to the outrageous teachings. As a result of the truth of this last statement, the need of educating ourselves in all the phases of these conditions cannot be too emphatically urged. Education is the only efficient weapon with which we can fight the menace. When the people of the world have full knowledge of Bolshevism and what it means to them and to their interests, the march of this organization will be absolutely checked. Do not think that you are tod insignificant to be interested in this war. Now is your chance to throw-water on the fire which would otherwise bring your roof of rights, government, and happiness, down upon your very heads. Have you ever stopped to realize the severity of the situation? Have you tried to ascertain the aims and the goal of the Reds? 18 THE QUIVER Does it occur to you what it will mean if this party is successful in its attempts upon established laws and customs of the world? Let me explain. Bolshevism aims at the destruction of the present gov ernment and the adoption of the Soviet form, which practically amounts to the destruction of all government. It means to destroy all religions. Success means the commandeering of all savings bank accounts and national bank deposits along with the repudiation of all government loans. This has been the condition of affairs in Russia for two years, and, although the Reds make repeated prom ises “of peace, bread, and land,” that unfortunate country is still in the throes of terrible strife and unending war. God deliver this country from a similar fate! Remember that this nation was bought, and at numerous times saved, by the blood of ancestors who willingly gave up their lives, the highest possible sacrifice, that we might enjoy freedom, peace and prosperity. Are we going to allow our beautiful, beloved, and dearly bought land to be snatched away by the most corrupt of corruption’s offspring, a band of thieves, yea, murderers, who have nothing but their own ends and the ends of their selfish leaders in view? Let- us hope not. May we be given the strength and determination that will overthrow this ugly monster and so crush it that for evermore we shall be free from its terrible clutches. BURTON WOODWARD, ’20 WINTER MORNINGS A long, long way and a cold way. A road that is drifted deep; The trees that bound it are barren And covered inch deep v’ith sleet. The wild, wild wind is shrilling, The bushes are bending low. The snow is drifting, drifting, Swishing fitfully to and fro. MILDRED L HOYLE, ’21 THE QUIVER 19 WHEN THE FIERY CROSS CAME TO OUR VILLAGE I saw the Fiery Cross only once in my lifetime; but I had often heard the old men of the village tell of it and I knew that it was the rail to war. I was only a young girl when I saw it, but I shall never forget the day. It was on the day of Duncan’s funeral. Everyone in the village had gathered at the churchyard to mourn for him. After some time I left the crowd and strolled to the top of a hill which overlooked the surrounding country. As I stood., looking out over the heath, I saw coming from the direction of Achray the figure of a man. He was running so rapidly that it was but an instant till I could see that he carried a queer object in his hand. Why, it was a cross—a cross with bright red streaks, which he was waving on high! For an instant I was utterly bewildered; then, with a pang of fear, I realized that this was Roderick Dhu’s call to arms. Undoubtedly it meant war. I could see that the runner was almost spent and was making directly for the village. I wondered who was destined to go on with the cross. As if in answer to my question, the echoes of the wailing song came to my ears. Of course, Duncan, the bravest and strongest man in our village! And Duncan was dead! I ran down from the hillside, arriving just as the runner burst in upon the crowd. It was as I had surmised. Duncan had been expected to carry on the cross. In the moment of confusion Dun can’s son, a boy scarcely older than myself, stepped forward and took the cross. Within half an hour every man in the village had gone in answer to Roderick’s command, and the women and girls went slowly back to the freshly filled grave and took up the song where it had been so rudely interrupted: “He is gone on the mountain, TTe is lost to the forest —” MARION WALLACE, ’22 20 THE QUIVER THE ESCAPADE OF A TEN-YEAR-OLD The grocery wagon bumped merrily on its way, and two small boys on the front seat had a great laugh every time the bump was extra big. These two little boys were no other than our heroes, Buster Brown and his friend and accomplice, Billie Wales, a mischievous little rascal, who thought of everything naughty which his friend might forget. On this particular day it was Billie who was the culprit. It was a Saturday in October, when witches and goblins are more in evidence than ever to tempt little boys, that Billie was seized with the idea that a ride on the grocery wagon would be “perfectly great.” It did not take much persuading to make Buster think the same, and, consequently, about one o’clock, two young gentlemen who were watching for the grocer stood guard at the gate. They did not have long to wait because he generally came around after dinner. They received his permission and very happily started on their ride. It entered neither of their young heads to ask their mothers’ permission. They were grown up now (Billie was eleven and Buster, ten) and it was not in accordance with their ideas of young men to ask one’s mother if he might do every little thing. They certainly had a day of it. The grocer must have had rather an easy time, judging from the amount of work that Buster and Billie claimed to have done, but they said that he was a good “scout” because he treated them to an ice cream soda, a large one, too. About four o’clock the grocer returned to the store and found that he had to make a trip to a village about seven miles distant. II they had made the right time they would have been back before six o’clock, but it must have been a case of another wicked goblin’s interfering, because it was nearer eleven o’clock when they returned. It happened that in getting out of the way of an automobile the wagon went too far to one side of the road and was tipped into a ditch, which was hidden by trees. Fortunately no one was hurt, but the rear wheel of the wagon was badly smashed. It was late before a place was found where they could have the damage repaired. All this took time and it was after nine o’clock when they were on the road for home. In the meantime there were many anxious hearts in the two households. Buster’s mother had thought that Buster was at Billie’s home, and Billie’s mother had thought that Billie was at Buster’s; THE QUIVER 21 but both thought that they would come home for supper, or before if they should get hungry. However, Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Wales became anxious when neither of their young sons appeared at six o’clock. The long hours dragged by and at ten o’clock, Mrs. Brown thought that it was time to notify the police that her son had disappeared. There was a policeman who lived near by, so she went to him to find out what she should do. While she was there, Buster returned. His father after hearing the sad story, remembered that he had been a little boy once and ordered Buster to get to bed before his mother returned. Buster was under the sheets sooner than can be said, and when his mother came home he was sound asleep. The next morning he confessed that he had been in such a hurry to get to sleep that he forgot to say his prayers and had gone to bed with his shoes on. When the two youngsters discussed their escapade later, Billie affirmed that he was only told not to do it again and that his parents were “real good sports.” CATHERINE CONNOR, ’20 WINTER The winter’s nigh over; the spring’s drawing near ; And you ask someone’s thoughts of the winter this year. One person will tell you “The winter’s all wrong. It’s terribly cold, and it’s dreary and long; My fingers are frozen, my poor ears feel dead.” And he passes you by with a shake of his head. The next man w'ill say, wdth a good-natured grin, “The winter’s a wonderful time to live in. All’s a beautiful sight; and its mantle of white Makes the whole world look cheerful and healthful and bright Pshaw, I don’t mind the cold; weather’s only a bluff. You can get heated up if you walk fast enough. Oh! there’s no time like winter, when all’s done and said.” He, smiling, swings by with a nod of his head. The first makes you gloomy; the second one, bright; But the strangest of all is that both men are right. EDITH GOLDFINE, ’21 22 THE QUIVER RIP VAN WINKLE’S AWAKENING IN 1920 As I was reading Irving’s story of Rip Van Winkle, I wondered how old Rip would feel and look, if, having gone to sleep when he did, he had awakened in January, 1920. This is what I think would probably have happened: Poor Rip stretched his legs and whistled for his dog, Wolf, but no Wolf answered. Rip thought he had strayed away and would retuin in a few moments. B-r-r, it was cold! The air must have changed since last evening. It had been warm then. Rip yawned, stretched, and decided to go home. He got to his feet slowly, and was surprised to find that he felt stiff. Poor Rip! His rheumatism must have returned. Again he whistled for his dog, but no dog was visible. Rip decided to go home. He looked around for the path which he had come up the night before; but was he bewitched? Why, the very ground looked different. It must have been that wicked flagon of wine! He went down a path and found himself in a street. He did not know which way to turn. Soon he saw something walking toward him. It had a person’s face, but it was different. What was it? That wine must have been drugged. The figure came nearer, and Van Winkle saw that it was a man; but how different! His clothes were so queer and strange. The person looked at Rip, then stared, finally smiled, and walked off. Soon Rip began to look around him. What was that on either side of him? Great, big, tall red things. Rip looked. Why, they must be houses! In great confusion, he began to walk. He tried to detain people and ask them the way to his home, but they would not stop. Why were they busy? It seemed queer for them to be in so great a hurry. He walked and walked until he was interrupted by a shrill whistle. Something passed him, and Rip nearly dropped in his tracks. Surely he had died and been sent below by the Almighty God. Oh, this was terrible. His conception of the lower regions had been vastly different from what he was seeing. There was Rip, an old sorry-looking man, his clothes in rags, an old gun on his shoulder, standing utterly bewildered in the middle of a great street in a great town. Oh, if he could only meet some of his friends! He knew that they all could not have gone to Heaven. Soon a crowd began to collect around the unfortunate man. They looked at him, stroked their chins, made remarks about in- THE QUIVER 23 sanity, and stared. Soon a rough voice called out, “Hey, there, don’t block the traffic.” However, the crowd did not disperse, and the policeman came to see what the trouble was. “See here, you old clodhopper, what’s the idea? Escaped from Cranston? Go on home, put some clothes on your back, and get a shave!” “Clodhopper, Cranston, shave!” Good God! Where in the world was he? “See here, if you don’t vamoose, I’ll have to land you in the coop. Come along!” Not knowing what to do, Rip followed the man with the blue coat. In the station house, Rip’s tongue loosened and he told his story. Why, it was only last night that he went to sleep in the mountains, after he had played and drunk with the dwarfs. The commissioner coughed, whistled, hemmed, hawed, and sent Rip into the next room. This certainly was a peculiar case. Could the old man be insane or was there truth in what he said? The chief decided to question Rip. No sooner said than done. When the chief had heard his story, he told Rip that he must have slept for two hundred years or more! Rip did not know what to make of this; he only gaped. Rip’s story was printed in the papers and he became the eighth wonder of the world. People came to see him and he gained more popularity than any “movie” star ever did. Soon things calmed down and Rip was placed in the Old Men's Home, where he amused the inmates with his stories. ANNE M. DUBINSKY, ’20 —In Memoriam— Esther Darman—“Nov lost, but gone before.” 24 THE QUIVER “AND THE LEAST AMONG YOU SHALL BE GREATEST” The chorus of exclamations and shouts of laughter that arose after Tom Meredith finished his story died down and the group of men seated about the fireplace of the club den, smoking and telling yarns, became silent. Some gazed dreamily into the flames; others, plunged in thought, blew occasional smoke rings into the air, but none spoke. Suddenly, Dick Prescott’s pleasant voice broke the stillness and every man listened eagerly, for Dick always told a good story. “Speaking of kids and war orphans, let me tell you a true story that impressed me deeply. When I was invalided home from the front, after having chased a few Germans and lost one leg and been gassed as a consequence, I was pretty glad to get back to this land of peace and quiet, believe me. Since I could not take long walks very well, I used to limp around the grounds at home. We had a little summer house out oh the lawn where I liked to rest and write my stories and articles for magazines for it was so quiet and restful there. Not very far off was a low stone wall, which divided our place from a vacant lot where a gang of youngsters often gathered to play. “One afternoon as I sat in the arbor writing, I heard the kids talking and shouting. They seemed to be having an argument about something, so I went over and climbed up on the wall to see what it was about. I have always liked youngsters. I like to watch the kids play and have their ‘squabbles’ and get over them all in one breath. Well, these kids, it appeared, were going to play they were a regiment of American soldiers. Two or th ee little girls with aprons and Red Cross caps were to be the nurses, I judged. The boys had guns, or sticks to imitate guns, and paper or real soldiers’ hats, but they couldn’t decide which was to be the captain. One of the boys was saying. ‘Well, I ought to be captain, ’cause my father is a captain in the real army and I know all about it.’ “ ‘Huh,’ another little shaver scorned, ‘Gee, my dad’s a colonel. Guess that’s higher ’n an old cap’n.’ “Another put in that his big brother was a lieutenant in the aviation; another, that he had three brothers, one a sailor, the other two lieutenants; and still another, that his father was a major. “ ‘Quite a mix-up,’ I said to myself, and wondered how they’d settle it. “Just then, one of the boys noticed a little fellow who had just come into the neighborhood and who had been standing a short dis- “Quiver” Board, 1920 f � TMCf Go winniMo LITTLE SERVICE ____please ! MOM. •J D CLASS a© OKJ Q lUtLL r ',n THtY A8 ONLY 5 MO � S DUAL PtRSOMAtiTV aK'n° of oNo .e 0 K AT £ TAKftl TMI cake FRl DAY BETWEEN PERIODS 7? the new nine CARTOONS by Raymond J Bcta h Goto of 1920 orxd Mildrod Hathaway Clo©s of 19 2 THE QUIVER 25 tance away, wistfully watching the noisy group, and called to him to join them. The little fellow was shy, but the rest drew him in and gave him a gun. Suddenly, one of the group demanded to know what his father had done in the war. The boy’s head lifted proudly as he replied, in halting English, ‘We are Belgian. Mon pere, h e was a private in the Belgian army since the very first. Just before I was sent over here he was killed in Flanders. My mother and my sister were taken away by the Germans when they burned our village. I tried to save them, but the soldiers kicked me. Our King gave mon pere le Croix de Guerre for bravery before he died. He was un brave homme, mon pere.’ “Each boy's eyes and mouth were wide open with astonishment and wonder. For a moment, not a word was spoken, then one of the boys shouted, ‘Hurray! He shall be our captain. ’Cause, even though his dad was only a private, he was killed in the Avar. Give him the sword and cap; he shall be our captain!’ “And a great shout of approval went up from the group as they made the little Belgian their leader.” HELEN SMITH, ’20 EXTRACTS FROM THE SENIOR DIARY If you’ll but read these records kept, Of the class of Nineteen-tAventv, You’ll find that there is much Avithin, To cause you laughs a-plenty. Sept. 9.—Are we dreaming, or are we on our way to kindergarten? “Freshies” range from three feet up; but mostly three feet. Sept. 11.—George Wells, a freshman, today learned that it is not Avise to carry candy into room 19, Avhere the Senior boys can get their hands on it. Sept. 12.—The end of the first perfect week. Sept. 25.—Mr. Spratt ought to visit the Park. Only nineteen studious Seniors there this afternoon. Oct. 6.—Dot Allen came out of room 11 with a long face, because she Avent to Brockton Fair last week, she Avill not be allowed to make up her French. Oct. 14.—Catherine Connor recited Joaquin Miller’s “Sail On” at chapel in obser ance of Columbus Day. 26 THE QUIVER Oct. 20.—Alice Redfern introduced a new girl into the Senior Class today. Her name is Mary Pickford. Nov. 21.—Senior girls of the commercial department wore their hair down; Senior girls below did not, and there was much antagonism. Nevertheless, all the school agreed that our girls looked very sweet with their curls and ribbons. Dec. 2.—Buell Hudson tried to murder a Freshman girl by slashing her nose with hard candy. She bled and bled until she could bleed no more. Dec. 5.—According to Miss W---, metonomy is the sign for the sing thignified. Dec. 11.—Buell Hudson said, “I don’t know,” in English today. Jan. 9.—Miss M. to Helen Smith. “Pretty good recitation for a grammar school pupil.” Jan. 12—We thought Billy Ingraham had come back. It was only his ghost. Jan. 20—Snow! snow! snow! what a pretty plaything; especially for little Seniors. McGill was warned, but that was not enough. He had to go to Mr. Spratt. That never happened before. Alice Redfern lost a bar pin. There was much hunting and mourning. Jan. 29.—From a test of 100 words taken from a dictionary of 18,000 words, we learned that most of us are “superior” and many “more than superior.” Feb. 2.—Burton Woodward has resigned from the bachelors’ club, for last Thursday he was seen at the dance with someone. “Deacon” Ewen is the only steady member now. F«b. 25.—The boys, especially Hudson, were decked in bright ties and “loud” stockings. Mar. 17.—What is the name of this punctuation (:)? Hathaway called it “two little dots.” Mar. 22.—Buell Hudson had charge of the Latin class. Miss Whittaker was too busy with the debate to be present. Mar. 24.—Maurice Brenner taught Latin and we had a visitor, Miss Whittaker. Mar. 25.—Catherine Connor was Latin teacher today. Olive Howard won the Remington Gold Medal, the first to be awarded this year. Mar. 26.—Buell Hudson appeared with a beautiful salmon pink tie. Several of the boys surrounded him and one of them snatched away that wondrous cravat and cast it out of the window. Later Hudson recovered it and put it on again. In the meantime he showed THE QUIVER 27 that he had at least a grain of modesty by wearing a tiny white cotton tie. April 23.—The Senior class entertained the teachers and lower classmen with a few selections from Burns’ songs. Now that you’ve read them through and through, Perhaps you’ll read them o’er. Then, if you think they’re good enough, Why, read them through once more. HATTIE SPAULDING, 20 ERNEST UTTLEY, ’20 “IF THE CAP FITS’ Falk—“The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere, Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge.” F.wen—“Bashfulness is an ornament to youth. Ingraham—“A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. Allen—“Fie! What a spendthrift is she of her tongue.” Hudson—“Full of wise saws and modern instances. Redfern—“Good folks are scarce,—tak’ care o’ me.” Degnan—“A sweet little cherub. McGill—“The course of true love never did run smooth.” List—“List to the thunder of her voice.” Smith—“Fate tried to conceal her by naming her Smith.” Uttley—--Every knee shall bend to the “King. ’ E. Mowry—“Skilful alike with tongue and pen.” McKernin—“Sing again with your dear voice.” Betagh—“Fling away ambition; by that sin fell the angels.” Connor—“And still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all she knew.” Norman—“So mild, so timorously shy and small.” Sims—“Better late than never.” Litzenberger—“That laugh of thine will cause thee trouble yet. R. Howard—“I am not in the role of common men.” Bertch—“A proper man as one shall see in a summer’s day.” Lunn—“Smooth runs the water where the brook runs deep.” 28 THE QUIVER Brenner—“My head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat. O. Howard—“More is thy due than more than all can pay.” Hathaway—“Delays have dangerous ends.” D. Mowry—“Bless you, there’s not a bit of her that’s not amiable, so you may judge how amiable she is by running your eye ilong her height.” Martell—“Of manners gentle, of affections mild.” Carpenter—“So unaffected, so composed in mind.” Dowling—“On their own merits modest men are dumb.” Brand—“A sunny face Hath holy grace To woo the sun.” Monahan—“Free from deceit her face, and full as free her Heart.” Rocheleau—“It is not good that man should be alone.” McGawley—“Hush, child !” Orchard—“And when a man is in the case, You know all other things give place.” Woodward—“I am, Sir, a Brother of the Angle.” Aldrich—“I am pining for someone to love me.” Ambach “Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!” Tracy—“I am the. very pink of courtesy.” Kirby—“There’s a gude time coming.” Sanderson—“Knowledge is power.” Goldfine—“Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.” Schlansky—The latest “Jazz Baby” in W. H. S. Murray—“With a smile that glowed celestial rosy red.” Flynn—“Indued with the sanctity of reason.” Mailloux—“As welcome as sunshine in every place, Is the beaming approach of a good-natured face.” Spaulding—“A mother’s pride, a father’s joy.” Golden—“The eye is the pearl of the face.” Dubinsky—“Curiosity is ill manners in another’s house.” Manning—“Silence is wisdom when speaking of folly.” Maher— They say that she knew much that she never told.” THE QUIVER 29 EDITORIAL STAFF HATTIE SPAULDING, '20, Editor-in-Chief ERNEST UTTLEY, '20, Business Manager MAE LITZENBERGER, '20 SYLVIA EMERY, 21 SIMON SCHLANSKY, '20 EDITH DONAHUE, '21 CONSTANCE CLARK, '22 EDITORIALS Alumni and Friends of Woonsocket High School: Again we greet you to tell you what has happened at ilia Nova. There have been some changes, some additions, and some losses. In September we welcomed our faculty of last year with a few exceptions. Miss Rocheleau returned after a year’s leave of absence for study. Mr. Mervin Stevens was appointed to take Mr. Palmer’s place in the Commercial department. Miss Emerson, who had charge of the domestic science work, resigned in June, and Miss Reena Roberts was elected to the position. In October, Miss Olive White, Mr. Spratt’s clerk, left to go to Detroit, and Miss Bernadette Paradis, 19, took up the work. During the last of February and the first of March Mrs. Edith Clark Sprinthall substituted for Miss Corey, who was called away on account of sickness and death in her family. Later Miss Corey resigned and Miss Del-lar Cook, W. H. S., ’09, Mt. Holyoke, 13, assumed Miss Corey’s duties at the beginning of the spring term. No time has been lost this year because of contagious diseases. Although the snow and ice storms kept at home many of the pupils from the outlying districts, still we had fair classes all through the winter term. 30 THE QUIVER Gymnastic work for the boys, under the supervision of Mr. Donlan, has been continued every day during school hours and after school. The girls have had few opportunities of this kind. : For some weeks Miss Esther Spratt had Freshmen classes after •' school in the gymnasium; but she was unable to continue the wo. k long. Debating, under the supervision of Miss Whittaker, has been carried on during the year among the Sophomore apd Junior boys. All worked hard and earnestly, and gained training and confidence in1 swift thinking and in speaking. Since the triangular debate girls have been admitted to these meetings. It is hoped that this may become one’of the important branches of the school, for both boys and girls. The French department has just started “Le Cercle Francais,” which is held once a week under the direction of Miss Rocheleau. French is spoken throughout the meeting. Our lunch counter has made great progress during the past year. Under the direction of Miss Roberts and Mrs. Quinn, there have been many changes. Lunch tickets are now sold before school and during the lunch period. On Friday, the Senior boys have charge of the counter. The school orchestra has been rehearsing every week, and, since Miss Corey left, has been in charge of Miss Rocheleau. Drums have been purchased by the school for the use of the orchestra. The cataloging of the McFee Library is progressing rapidly and will soon be finished. About seventy books have been added this year. The School Committee increased its annual contribution for magazines and newspapers from forty to fifty dollars. We do not forget the alumni and friends of our school and are always glad to see them. A hearty welcome is always theirs from Woonsocket High School. THE QUIVER 31 Class Officers SENIOR President—Russell Ambach Vice-President—Violet McKernin Secretary—Catherine Connor Treasurer—Buell Hudson SOPHOMORE President—Edward Franklin Vice-President—Samuel Pressman Secretary—Frank McGauley Treasurer—Grace Munro JUNIOR President—Alfred Carr Vice-President—Everett Syms Secretary—Chester Woodward Treasurer—Eugene Willey FRESHMAN President—George Welles Vice-President—Eloise Nelson Secretary—Esther Briggs Treasurer—Allyn Welles Miss Bernadette Paradis, T9, succeeded Miss Olive White as Mr. Spratt’s clerk. The following exchanges have been received: “Lincoln Green,” Lincoln School, Providence; “Exponent,” Greenfield High; “The Red and Black,” Rogers High, Newport; “The Aquilo,” Ricker Classical Institute, Houlton, Me.; and “The Aroostookan,” Aroostook Central Institute, Mars Hill, Me. Several of the Senior girls have played for opening exercise this year. Irene Gardner has played for the singing lessons on Tuesdays. Recently Mr. Stevens took the Civics class to the State House. The class enjoyed the trip very much. During the time of the Chamber of Commerce drive Mr. Kingsbury gave the pupils a very interesting talk on the importance of that drive. Blanks were given out, on which the pupils wrote suggestions for the improvement of Woonsocket. 32 THE QUIVER Miss Roberts, teacher of Domestic Science, took the girls of the Junior Cooking Class to Bresnahan’s one afternoon, for a lesson on cuts of meat. A cow was cut up, and Mr. Browning explained each piece as he cut it. He also showed the class some of the methods for preparing the meat for sale, and discussed the prices and the different uses of the meat. The visit was very instructive. While studying Burns this year, Miss Mowry’s Senior English class sang some of the poems instead of having the regular recitation. Later, the class entertained the rest of the school one morning in the Assembly Hall, with a brief Burns program. Violet Mc-Kernin was soloist, Helen Smith, piano accompanist, and Morris Brenner, violinist. Le Cercle Francais, a French Club, has been formed by Miss Rocheleau. Meetings are held in the Lecture Room on Wednesdays. The activities introduced into the meetings are games, reading, conversation, debating, chorus singing, and dramatics, all in French. The club is limited to Juniors and Seniors, who find it very interesting and instructive. The orchestra was in charge of Miss Corey until her departure. For a month before the holidays Mrs. Sprinthall directed the work. Since then it has been under the direction of Miss Rocheleau. The members of the regular orchestra are: Piano, Irene Gardner; First Violins, Ada Saunders, leader, Ruth List; Second Violins, Margaret Brennan, Isadore Schwartz; Cornet, Austin McMichael; Drums, Roy Howard. The orchestra played at “Green Stockings,” the Declamation Contest, and on Arbor Day, and will play at the Class Night and graduation exercises. The members of the Glee Club Orchestra, which has been recently organized are: Piano, Esther Falk; Violin, Louis Feldman; Banjo, Simon Schlansky; Drums, Roy Howard. On May 1 nine girls accompanied Miss Laviolette to the Women’s College .at Brown, where they listened to talks on “The Value of a College Education to a Girl.” They were taken to the various buildings, and the gymnasium, where they were entertained by a basketball game between the blondes and the brunettes. The design made by Nelson Wright was chosen for the Freshman fobs. Roy Howard has served as school reporter for “The Woonsocket Call.” THE QUIVER 33 A vote on whether or not the United States should Join the League of Nations was taken in the school. Two hund.ed fifty one pupils voted yes, while eighteen voted no. The Chamber of Commerce has shown interest in the school by presenting each pupil a copy of the Athenian Oath, which every good citizen should know. Doiothy Allen entered the Boston swimming contest last summer and was presented with a ce:tificate which shows that she came out fourteenth in a two-mile race. Miss Allen had won awards in three contests previous to this one. Since the Red Cross Auxiliary w-as discontinued, the two French o: phans adopted by that organization du ing the war have been supported by voluntary contributions f om the pupils of the school. The school has recently purchased a weighing machine, and a machine for measuring height. On Lincoln Day, the school sang patriotic songs, saluted the Hag. and listened to the interesting experiences of Mr. Blazier and Mr. Piior, veterans of the Civil War, and of Ethan Goodnow and Ralph Daignault. who were in France during the World War. Mr. A. N. Herron recently addressed the school on “Thrift.” At a Memorial Service for the American dead in France, given at Harris Hall this winter, Catherine Connor, Marie Desroches, and Arthur Robertshaw represented the school by taking the parts of Columbia, France, and the American soldier, respectively. About seventy new books have been added to the McFee Memorial-Library this year. A most successful presentation of the comedy, “G een Stockings,” was staged this winter by ten members of the High School and two members of the Teachers’ Association. The play was presented two evenings, each time to a full house. Selections by the school orchestra and by a chorus of teache s were given between the acts. The proceeds were divided equally between the High School and the Teachers’ Association. Those taking part were: Miss Gertrude Devlin, Miss Rose Brady, Alfred Carr, Helen Davis, Eugene Willey, Donald Bertch, George Hodder, Dorothy Hendrick. Helen Bradish, Everett Syms, Roy Howard and Benjamin Falk. Recently Miss Whittaker accompanied by about ten boys interested in debating, attended the Brown-Williams debate, held in Providence. During the year there have been three afternoon dances given by the Senior class, the Junior class, and the Athletic Association. THE QUIVER 34 ! • ’ By .charging:an admission fee of five or ten cents each time, a two-piece orchestra was paid to furnish music. . On Arbor Day the school assembled .inutile hall, where Simon Sell la n sky, j ?hn 13egnan, Royi Howard, J tunes Sims, Hattie Spaulding, Buell Hudson!, Thomas McGill and Ruth Golden read interest ing. papers on ?Forestty.” After selections diy the o chestra and a violin solo by Morris Brenner, the pupils gathered in front of the building while the Senior officers planted the class ivy. Carlton Aldrich and Russell Amrbachj were the speakers. “Auld Lang Syne” was then sung by the school. The Juniors held the first school dance of the year. The pretty decorations added much to the success of the affair. The novelty of the evening was a waltz, in which ribbons with candy kisses at one end and V1921” at the other were thrown on the dancers. There was a large attendance and the evening was enjoyed by all. On New Year’s Eve the best attended dance of the year was given by the Seniors. The decorations were in keeping with the evening and at twelve!o’clock a 1920 banner was lowered. Music was furnished by the New Ideal.Orchestra. In April, the Sophomores hekl their annual dance. The attraction of the evening was Pettine’s Orchestra. There we;:e many pupils and a few outsiders present Socially and financially the affair was a success. Ever since Miss Gilbert left the High School, very little interest has been shown in regard to athletics for girls. For a short time this year Miss Esther Spratt instructed the Freshman girls in gymnasium work. A team of Higlv School girls has been practicing baseball recently. Miss McFee was pleasantly surprised when about thirty Freshman p esented her vyith a well-filled May basket. In the basket she also found a silver bar pin., ' • ; ■' Miss. RocheJeau recently purchased -for the,-orchestra, from the school fund, a sot of traps, which consist of base and snare drums, Chinese torh-tona� , large and small cymbals, a stand, bells, blocks and areow-bell. These excellent traps were bought at half p ice because they had been used for a few months in an a; my orchestra at Camp Devens. Dr. J. N, (Mowry, ’98, has presented the school with a picture of the football team of ’99. { On May 14 the annual declamation contest of the towns of northern Rhode Island and southern Massachusetts was held in THE QUIVER 35 this school. Although Woonsocket did not win the cup, our school was well represented by Dorothy King and John Degnan. On May' 17, Hattie Spaulding entertained the Senior class and the members of the faculty at her home. Pietro Mordeglia of Boston gave piano-accordion selections, and Miss Adelaide Patterson of the Rhode Island Normal School, added much to the evening’s enjoyment by her amusing readings. An original poem was read by Hattie Spaulding and sung by the class. Olive Howard was awarded a Remington Gold Medal for type writing five hundred seventy-five words, with only two errors, in ten consecutive minutes. TYPEWRITING DEPARTMENT. A number of awards lor l th accuracy and speed on the Remington and Underwood typewriters have been won by the members of the Senior class this year. The Rem’nglon Gold Medal has been awarded to Olive Howard, Violet McKernin, Anna Goldhne, Ruth Golden and Florence Murray. Miss Howard was the first Senior to win the Gold Medal this year. It was presented to her by Mrs. Agnes- M. Bacon of the State Department of Education Tire Underv ood accuracy certificate has been awarded to Anna Gold-fine, Alida Mailloux .and Ruth Golden. The Underwood card case and certificates have been won ty Anna Dubinsky, Ruth Gollden, Anna Goldfine, Olive Howard, Alhda Mailloux, Mary Manning, Eileen McGawley, Gertrude Monahan, Florence Murray. Remington card cases and certificates have beer, giver, to Florence Carpenter, Anna Dubinsky, Alice Flynn, Ruth Golden, Anna Goldfine, O'be Howard. Lillian Maher, Alida Mailloux, Eileen McGawley, Gertrude Monahan, Helen Tracy, Violet McKernin, Ernest Uttley. Every member of the Senior clars has won an Underwood certificate. Florence Murray wa the fin t Senior to complete her work in the commercial department, and is now employed with the Eastern Construction Company'. Alice Flynn is working after school hours in the office of the American Wringer Company. Lillian Maher has been engaged to fill the position of clerk in the principal’s office at Hrgh School. The following Junio s ha e been granted typewriting awards this year: Remington—Dorothy Browning, Gertrude Callahan, Leo Desrosiers, Rena Dutton. Annie Kornstein, Germaine Leclaire, Marina Marrah, Louise Mowry, Ada Saunders, Viola Simpson, Florence Staples, Edith Goldfine, Gertrude O’Bryan. Underwood—Dorothy Browning, Gertrude Callahan, Leo Des-rosiets, Rena Dutton, Edith Goldfine, Sarah Goldstein, Annie Kornstein, Gerrmine Leclaire, Marina Marrah, Louise Mowry, James Mulgrew, Gertrude O’Bryan, Ada Saunders. Viola Simpson, Florence Staples, Florence T rin- ue. 36 THE QUIVER FOOTBALL Woonsocket was well represented in football this year by a fast aggregation of players. Sport writers agreed that Woonsocket, although failing to take first place in the league, had the fastest and cleanest playing team. The league leader itself, Hope, barely escaped defeat when a Woonsocket man with three downs to go, fumbled the ball on Hope’s one-yard line. We lost two games, one to Hope and one to Pawtucket, and tied East Providence. Buell Hudson was manager and Donald Bertch, captain. The score of the games follows: vs. Worcester Classical 24—0 at English 14—0 at Pawtucket 0—7 vs. Classical 45—6 vs. Warwick 19—6 at East Providence 13—13 at Hope 7—9 Cranston 40—0 GYMNASIUM An extensive program in gymnasium work for the Freshmen and Sophomores was carried out under the supervision of Mr. Donlon. Setting up exercises, volley ball, basketball, and baseball all contributed to help make the under classmen physically fit. A basketball league also kept them in friendly rivalry during the winter. THE QUIVER 37 BASKETBALL Under Mr. Carroll’s supervision, a fast basketball team was developed, which afforded basketball enthusiasts many a thrilling and interesting game. We began the season by winning the first two games, but were given a bad jolt in losing to the Alumni, who showed us that they had not forgotten how to play basketball. We defeated Franklin twice, both here and at Franklin. Rogers High avenged Franklin by making us twice taste the bitter cup of defeat. Outside of these few setbacks the season was very satisfactory. Financially it was one of the best the school has ever had. Benjamin Falk was manager and Eugene Willey captain. Woonsocket sent a wall-coached track team to the annual In-tecscholastic cross country run at Providence last fall. The team made a very creditable showing, coming in second to Classical. John Degnan, James Mulgrew, Joseph Dowling, Richard Dowling, W-illiam Smith and Everett Syms made up the team. Results: vs. Northbridge vs. Walpole vs. Alumni vs. Framingham vs. Franklin vs. Durfee at Rogers vs. Worcester Classical vs. Central Falls vs. Uxbridge at Franklin at Central Falls vs. Rogers at Fitchburg vs. Brown Second at Uxbridge vs. Dean Second 36— 9 46—14 24—49 58— 13 62— 7 24— 36 12—35 59— 8 33—26 21—22 27— 4 15—17 25— 30 20—32 56—23 27—12 22— 17 23— 19 vs. Uxbridge CROSS COUNTRY 38 THE QUIVER TENNIS William Ingraham has ably upheld the colors of Woonsocket High in several tennis tournaments. Competing in the Junior tournament at Chestnut Hill, Mass., in July, 1919, he won the Junior championship. He then won the boys’ championship of Rhode Island, which qualified him for the national boys’ tournament at New York. He was defeated in the singles by A. W. Jones of Providence, but he and Jones won the national boys’ doubles championship. At the Harvard interscholastic tennis tournament, in 1920, Woonsocket High, represented by Ingraham, took second place. By defeating Wells Farnham, captain of the Exeter team, 6—2, 4—6, 6—2, Ingraham won the singles championship. In one of the earlied rounds he easily disposec} of A. W. Jones, who had beaten him at New York. Thus, Ingraham gained second place for Woonsocket High among all the secondary schools of New England. Arthur J. Ingraham won the boys’ championship of southern Massachusetts in May, and brought new honors to Woonsocket High by winning the final round at the Fall River Country Club from Mason Gross of Providence. BASEBALL. When The Quiver” went to press, Woonsocket had played eleven games of the schedule. We began the season by defeating last year’s champions. West Warwick, 5-d. We then received a setback at East Providence, but won the next two games. Of the next nine games we won seven and lost two. Eugene Willey w s manager and Everett Syms captain. vs. West Warwick. . . . w.o. ... 5-4 at West Warwick. . . . W.O. .... 2-3 at E. Providence ... 2-12 at Pawtucket . . . . 8-1 vs. Cranston ... 8-3 vs. E. Providence . . . . 7-4 at English . . . 13-6 at Cranston .... 12-1 vs. Classical ... 1-2 vs. English . . . . 7-3 at Hope ... 13-7 THE QUIVER TRACK. 39 Woonsocket won the track championship of the Interscholastic League for the second su ce«ive year. Much credit is due to Mr. Donlon for his untiring efforts and careful training rules which produced an excellent squad, willing to do its utmost to bring home the victory. Russell Ambach was Wocnsoctet’s highest point-getter, earning 25 1-3 of the total of 49 1-3 points. Ambach was f.rst in the hammer throw, broad jump, high hurdles and low hurd'es (equalling the League itcord) ; he was tied for first place in the high jump and was third in the discus throw. Peloquin was second in the shot put, hammer throw and discus and fourth in the 880-yard nm. Mulgrew was third in the mile and the 880-yard run. Betagh was fourth in the broad jump. J Dowling was second in the 2-mile run, and Degnan was third. R. Dov ling was founh in the mile run. Franklin was second in the high hurdlles. 40 THE QUIVER ■ ALUMNI NOTES ’81—George F. Partridge, Harvard '85, West Roxbury High School, Jamaica Plain, Mass., has written a history of Bellingham, Mass. Recently he gave an address before the Woonsocket Historical Society. ..... ’92—Mrs. Mary Heppenstall Arnold is now Mrs. Charles A. St. John. Her address is 886 Thirty-Sixth Street, Oakland, California. ’93—Hortense Stafford (Mrs. Ralph Joslin) died since the last publication. ’96—Emma B. Paine (Mrs. Arthur Farr) of Union Village, died March 13, 1920. '96—Francis McCanna, B. U. Law ’00, attorney of Providence, R. I., is delivering a series of lectures at Boston University on woikmen’s compensation laws, with special reference to laws of New England states. '01—Oscar B. Gi be:t and Mrs. Oscar B. Gilbert (Marion Ellis ’02), have moved to Hanover, N. H. Dr. Gilbert is an assistant professor at Dartmouth Medical College. ’02—Bessie Lee (Mis. William Rose) of Needham, Mass., died September 8, 1919. ’04- Howard Young and Mrs. Howard Young (Gertrude Hubbard) have moved to Providence, R. I. ’05—David E. Worral, R. I. S. C. TO, is assistant p ofessor of organic chemistry at Tufts. Recently his quick presence of mind saved the lives of many students from death by gas, which was-being used in a laboratory. '09—Rachel Brown is now Mrs. David Robertson of Spring-field, Mass. ’ll—Joanna M. Howard is the wife of George H. Roberts, Jr., 17. 12—Harold Freeman died in February, 1920. THE QUIVER 41 T2—Gertrude J. Crompton is now Mrs. Henry G. Earle. T3—Hazel S. Bethel, Randolf-Macon ’17, is now Mrs. Harry Miners of Brooklyn, N. Y. T3—Isabelle H. Naismith has married Mr. Frederic Beale. ’14—Nellie Y. McNaul (Mrs. Archie V. Grant), R. 1. School of Design, is teaching art. in New York City. T4—Alice La Fond is employed in the office of the Collector of Internal Revenue, Federal Building, Providence, R. I. T4—Fannie S. Falk is now Mrs. Nathan Tickton. ’14—Ella C. Carroll is now Mrs. James Roddy, 45 Oak Street, Hyde Park, Mass. T5—Simon Norman, Harvard T9, is employed by the U. S. Dye Stuff Co., Bellville, N. J. T6—Edna M. Robinson is now Mrs. Raymond Paine of Washington, D. C. '16—Adele A. Jarret is now Mrs. Ray Schuster of East Douglas, Mass. T6—Dorald Beasley has won his letter at R. I. S. C. in basketball. ’17—Mildred E. Green took part in the Junior Class play, “Hand Painted” at Mt. Holyoke College recently. T8—Helen J. Thayer is president of the Sophomore class at the Women’s College, Brown University. T8—Laura La Fond took part in the play, “Green Stockings,” at the College of Secretarial Science of Boston University. She was also elected chairman of the committee for the recent Boston University Nanking drive. T9—Raymond Hudson has won his letter in basketball at R. I. S. C. T9—Dorothy Rixford is vice-president of the Freshman class at Wheaton College. Dorothy Mowrv is secretary, Lottie Brindle is vice-president, and Ruth Parsons is secretary-treasurer of Miller Hall at the Women’s College, Brown University. A list of our graduates studying elsewhere is as follows: Bates—Stanley Spratt, T4. B. F. D. Textile—Herbert Smith, T6. Brown—Rodney E. Cook, T6, Anna LaFond, T7, Paul Feely, T8. Edward Hummel, T8, Irene Long, T8, Hyman Mayerson, T8, Leo O'Donnell, T8, Helen Thayer, T8, Lottie Brindle, T9, Joseph Eisen-berg, T9. Dessie Kushelevitch, T9, Dorothy Mowry, T9, John Murphy, T9, Ruth Parsons, T9, Eva Rabinovitz, T9, Israel Rabinovitz, T9.’ 42 THE QUIVER Boston Conservatory—Beatrice Woolley, 19. Boston University—Ovila Lambert, 15, Laura LaFond, 18, Walter Emidy, 19. Columbia—Harriet Vose, 14, Wellesley, 18. Harvard—Harry Leon, 14, Harry Levinson, 17, Ralph White, 13, William King, 15. Lehigh—Gaspard Savaria, 17. Lowell Textile—Ferdinand Caya, 17, Alfred Mathieu, 17, Oliver Fontaine, 19. Maine Medical—Francis King, 15. Mt. Holyoke—Mildred Green, 17. M. I. T.—T. Buell Card, 16, Harmon Poole, 17, Harry Cole, 11. N. Y. U.—Hiram Rosenfield, 14. R. I. S. C.—William Carnie, 16, Dorald Beasley, 16, Samuel McKee, 16, Gladys Gerstle, 16, James Greene, 18, Marion Cook, 19, Griffith Godschall, 19, Raymond Hudson, 19, Sarkis Kayarian, 19, Stanley Mowry, 19, John Woolley, 19. R. I. N. S.—Madeline Dailey, 17, Zita Cook, 17, Rose Morrissey, 17, Veronica Brennan, 18, Genevieve Padden, 18, Irene Kenney, 19, Madonna McMullen, 19, Mae O’Neil, 18. R. I. S. D.—Harriet Card, 17, Irene Fitzsimmons, 19. Simmons—Helen Brown, 19. Smith—Madeline Baxter, 18. Tufts’ Premedical—Harry Levine, 19. University of V. Med.—H. Lorenzo Emidy, 15. University of Mich.—Dorothy Caldwell, ’07. Wellesley—Amy Gilbert, '05, Louise Feely, 17, Ruth Schlivek, 18, Dorothy Beecher, 19, Margaret Ingraham, 19, Blanche Schlivek, 19, Wheaton—Dorothy Rixford, 19. W. P. I.—John Dufault, 17. Yale Sheffield—Avery Davis, 17, Joseph Grimes, 17. The Alumni Association held an informal reunion June 24, 1919, Mr. Ralph Daignault presiding. The following officers were elected: President, Mr. H. Lorenzo Emidy; first vice-president, Mr. Byron A. Hudson; second vice-president, Miss Bertha L. Greene; secretary, Miss Marion F. Devine; treasurer, Miss Anna S. Ballou. The following McFee Library trustees were elected: For three years, Mr. Charles W. Palmer, Miss Eliza C. Macdermott, Miss Florence P. Mowry. For two years, Dr. Wm. F. Barry, Miss Evelyn B. Lussier. For one year, Mr. Henry Dursin. 43 THE QUIVER HARMLESS ARROWS E-----r I----i to Mr. Carroll: “Would you get a shock if you lifted the receiver of a telephone?” H-----n C----d in a stage whisper: “Depends upon who called Caesar Class: S----n C----n: “They had no clothing excepting their skins and on account of the scantiness of these, a great part of the body was exposed so that they bathed in the rivers.” Miss M——1: “Describe a cowbird’s nest.” H----d P----n : “About five or six inches long and three or four inches wide.” Miss M------1: “Have you ever seen one?” H----d P-----n: “No.” Miss M------1: “There isn’t any such nest.” Miss M------y: “Did Swift die a pauper?” B----m F----k: “No, he died in an insane asylum.” A----e M----y in a book review: “I am ‘The Road to Des- tiny.’ ” Miss M------1: “Master Peloquin, you will soon be treading that well worn path to the office.” Teacher: “Can you tell me Napoleon’s nationality?” Pupil: “Course I can.” Teacher: “Corsican is correct.” Miss M------1: “Master Willey, if you were a gentleman, you would give Miss Simpson her pencil.” Eke: “I’m a gentleman, Miss Merrill, but it isn’t her pencil.” French 2b translation: “The pope accidentally crowned the emperor with wine on Christmas Day, 1 92. Translation: “For this man survived my counsels.” Mile. “Frank, take the last row in that seat. 44 THE QUIVER B----a L-----n, translating “Caesar”: “He began to flee in all directions.” The Sophomores are said to have accepted the invitation which Mr. Spratt extended on Arbor Day to a picnic in his pine grove, for sometime in July. Query: Does Mrs. Spratt know it? Mr. D----n: “How do you get sympathetic ammonia?” Translation: “Votre figure est a peindre.” “Your face is painted.” History la: A----d T-----m : “Nero was sentenced to death by scouring.” SOCIAL REMNANT ROOMS VOILS, COTTON GOODS, DRESS GOODS 281 Social St. Opposite Mill Office Compliments of The Robinson Company 170 Mam Street Woonsocket, R. I. Compliments of A FRIEND Compliments of J. B. FARNUM CO. A. S. COOK COMPANY HOME FURNISHINGS 67-69 MAIN STREET Compliments of M. BOYER Compliments of A FRIEND A. L. MERRILL Compliments of Photographer Formerly in the Longley Building, now per- A. 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