Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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

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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

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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