Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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

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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,

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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