Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

Text from Pages 1 - 60 of the 1921 volume:

BLACKSTONE VALLEY GAS ELECTRIC CO. Woonsocket Division ELECTRICITY FOR LIGHT AND POWER GAS FOR LIGHTING, HEATING, COOKING 1-3 Clinton Street Telephone Woon. 282 Compliments of CITY FUEL FEED CO. 350 CLINTON STREET WOONSOCKET INSTITUTION FOR SAVINGS WOONSOCKET MOTOR MART PAIGE, OVERLAND, WILLYS-KNIGHT CARS STEWART AND MACK TRUCKS H. David Falk, Manager W. H. S., ’16. NEARLY EVERYBODY TRADES AT HARRIS MOWRY’S WHY IS IT? Compliments of JOSEPH BROWN COMPANY Compliments of PERFORATED PAD CO. Compliments of LUKE GILLERAN’S HATS AND MEN’S WEAR 116 Main Street WOONSOCKET TRUST COMPANY IDEAL CLOAK SUIT CO. 115 MAIN STREET Compliments of PROGRESS CONFECTIONERY CO. 104 MAIN STREET Phone 324-W “A FRIEND OF EDUCATION” THE LAFAYETTE SHOE STORE Compliments of PARK THEATRE W. J. SMITH MEATS AND GROCERIES 370 Fairmount Street WE SPECIALIZE IN AUTOMOBILE INSURANCE J. F. C. L. KIRBY REAL ESTATE Plate Glass and Accident INSURANCE Health Burglary 84 MAIN STREET Fire Life Liability Automobile Compliments of HAMLET TEXTILE CO Compliments of FRENCH WORSTED COMPANY SWEATT ROUSSEAU INSURANCE AND REAL ESTATI Rooms 18 and 19 Longley Building Compliments of tHe quiver On the broad veranda of the Children’s Hospital lay Sally Ann on her little white cot. It was very tiresome to lie perfectly stiil all day, but it was the only thing that would help the poor, twisted bac: get well. Sally Ann looked at Camille, who lay on the next cot with her arms helpless in bandages. Camille was gazing lovingly at her teddy-bear, which was tied to the foot of the cot by a pink ribbon, an.l the battered teddy-bear smiled back with all the love his shoe button eyes could express. Sally Ann often made up fairy stones to tell Camille’s teddy-bear, and when she finished, Camille would a’waj's say, “Tedda, he lika that stora vera much.” Beside Camille sat Jenny Wrenn in her wheel-chair. Jenny’s back was badly twisted and the hump between her shoulders sometimes hurt terribly. At other times, though, Jenny was very gay and amusing. She would draw funny pictures of fairies and elves for Camille and Sally Ann to make them laugh. Next to Jenny lay Captain Jim, who wore away the long hours with a little toy sailboat, which a visitor had given him. He would lie by the hour, turning the boat over and over with his thin little hands. Forgotten were the plaster cast and the weight on his hips, and Captain Jim would go a-sailing on far-away seas in his brave anJ gallant ship. June, 1921 Price, 30 Cents THE WATER-ELF 6 THE QUIVER The fifth member of the quiet, patient group was flaxen-haired Bobby—Bobby, who was almost well and who would soon be going back to the dear “Land of Mothers and Daddies and School.” He was reading nursery rhymes in a monotonous, sing-song voice, while Sally Ann lay half listening. Nursey Dear came around then to smooth pillows and to lay her cool hand on hot foreheads. When she moved away, all was quiet again. Camille lay looking at her teddy-bear, Jenny renn was not drawing, but lay back in her chair resting. Captain Jim fondled his sail-boat, and Bobby read on and on. Then, a playful, little breeze fluttered the ivy screen on the porch as if to call Sally Ann’s attention to the setting sun on the rippling waters of Blue Lake. But while she watched, the sun turned into a silver moon, and right away things began to happen. For what did Sally Ann see, but a tiny water-elf sitting on one of the ivy leaves which framed the view. He was an odd, little sprite, clothed in a pale green suit. Around his neck a huge, white ruff set off a happy, dark face. He waved gaily to the children, calling, “Follow me.” So casts and crutches and cots faded away, and all the children floated up out through the circular opening in the ivy screen, along the moonbeams, right into Luna herself, who proved to be a beautiful fairy boat. Nursey Dear, who had turned into a lovely silver fairy, floated along, too. It was Captain Jim, though, who steered the craft through the blue sky. while the other children sang songs and picked stars. “Why,” said Sally Ann to herself, “this is just like the time I picked pond lilies at Uncle Joe’s.” “Isn’t it all beautiful?” gurgled Jenny Wrenn happily, “What lovely pictures I can draw about it!” But Camille only sat still and smiled, and just hugged her teddy-bear with two loving arms. “It seems so good to hold Tedda again,” she sighed. So for hours and hours they drifted happily through the blue sky. carefree and gay, until suddenly the elf jumped up and cried, “Oh dear! Oh dear! What shall I do? I promised to bring the moon back before sunset and the stars are out now! Oh dear! What shall I do-------•?” Then the elf’s wail seemed to gather itself together and, growing more distinct, seemed to come from the direction of Bobby’s wheelchair. Finally it dissolved into a monotonous chant of nursery rhymes. 7 THE QUIVER The elf disappeared, the silver boat vanished, and Sally Ann found herself back on her little cot. The last rays of the setting sun made her blink, but she smiled at Nursey Dear, who was saying. “What a nice nap you had, Sally Ann.” ? “Yes,” answered Sally Ann, “and what a nice story to tell Camille s teddy-bear.” Hathaway. ’22. THE BROWN COATI OF MEXICO One of the popular households pets of the Mexicans, the brown coati, is, in many respects a remarkable creature. The coati is about the size of his cousin, the raccoon; but his fur is shorter, owing to the warmer climate of his habitat. The nose is more pointed and is gifted with wonderful power of movement; the tail is flatter and less bushy, and is longer than the rest of the body; the teeth and claws are about three-fourths of an inch in length. The coati walks with a bow-legged, flat-heeled stride resembling that of a bear, and the combination of his long nose, his two wickedlooking eyes, and his peculiar bow-legged strut gives him a cocksure, comical air—though it is a formidable one also. In a cage or runway, he paces.about all day long, walking round and round, back and forth, in and out of his shelter, exploring corners and crevices, and never getting anywhere. A coati will eat any kind of meat, and is especially fond of tab.e scraps, candy, fruits, and flavoring-extracts. Among the more egregious articles of his diet are frogs, flies, spiders, and earthworms. In one case it was found that he had consumed all the cold cream on the dressing table of a feminine member of the household. The coati in his natural state is a tree dweller. He can leap from branch to branch with an agility equal to that of the squirrel, and his long claws facilitate climbing and clinging. Coatis live in tribes and concentrate their attacks on solitary animals with such fury that none but the higher animals, such as the jaguar and lynx, can resist them. In spite of their fierceness, coatis are easily domesticated, especially by kindness. They are kept in Mexico as pets. However, they must always be kept tied, as they are especially fond of fresh dog or cat meat, and like to get it themselves. The coati has a very small variety of sounds with which to express himself. Whenever he is spoken to, or when food is held out to him. or while he is investigating anything, he gives vent to his 8 THE QUIVER feelings by means of a short, sharp snicker, given with a rising inflection, which always reminds me of a question-mark. He invariably utters a series of sharp, quick, belligerent snicks when he is angry or when he see a dog or cat. He has an unmerciful antipathy for these, and 1 remember one case of a dog which ran into the coati’s kennel when 1 opened the door and threw in a piece of meat. That dog was fortunate to get out of the scrape as easily as he did. W ith one quick flash of his long claws, the animal had removed a strip eight inches long by an inch and a half wide from that imprudent dog’s back. With a few more movements, he would have digested him. A person described the attack on a dog by a coati. The incident happened in either Boston or Springfield, when a coati escaped and chose a medium-sized dog for its first meal. He said that the coati jumped upon the dog’s back, held itself there by hanging to the dog’s ears with its claws, and proceeded to chew off the back of his unfortunate victim’s neck. No one dared approach him until he had satisfactorily gorged himself. This fierce denizen of the Mexican wilds may be really tamed by one method only, and that is kindness. Force only subdues this animal—it has a revengeful spirit, which unkind treatment cannot subdue. The coati is more mischievous than a monkey. He has an instinct for destruction that knows no bounds. If he is allowed loose and alone in a house for half an hour, he will contrive to smash dishes, break glassware, pull all the tablecloths and whatever is on them to the floor, and eat all the digestible materials which appeal to his rather indiscriminating palate. If anyone is in the house at the time, however, he will curl up and apparently go to sleep. Mike is the name of my pet coati. One day. the family being out, I brought Mike in and allowed him to wander about the room while I read. His exploring about the cabinet disturbing mv peace of mind, and my vocal warning convincing him that his presence about the cabinet was undesired, he immediately betook himself to his pillow, and I forgot the incident. I rose about an hour later and left the room for less than a minute; and when I returned, he was up on the very top shelf of that cabinet with his inquisitive head in a bowl of stewed prunes! The moment I opened the door, he took a flying leap to the floor and curled up on his cushion, fast asleep. LEO DESROSIERS, ’21. THE QUIVER A POLONIUS I KNOW 9 In the morning when I start out for school, I sometimes wait at the corner of the street for my chum. hen I do, I invariably meet n 'd gentleman, who takes his morning walk at just that time. One day, I had a longer wait than usual, and the old man said. Ootid morning,” and stopped to talk to me. After that we often exchanged a few words. At lirst. 1 rather liked his queer conversation, hut lately his morning ‘••leeches have grown exceedingly tiresome, for he says practically the same thing every time I see him. He always begins by asking me for whom 1 am waiting, although I must have told him at least a dozen times. His curiosity is unbounded. 1 here is no question which he hesitates to ask. from my family history to the price of my new hat. If anvone else passes us and says, “Good morning, he immediately inquires who it was, where he lives, where he goes to school, and as much more as I will consent to tell him. He is always ready to give me a piece of advice and never doubts that I will appreciate it and act upon it at once. This morning he actually told me not to take up stenography at school because his daughter tried it and didn’t like it! After that I should not have been ;■ bit surprised if he had remarked, like Polonius, “Have I ever said a thing was so and it proved otherwise r” I suppose this will go on as long as we both live on that side of t’ e city. Every morning I make up my mind that I will not answer any more of his questions; but, when 1 see him coming down the ‘•treet leaning on his cane. I have not the heart to snub him. MARION WALLACE. ’22. (Science 1)—“Pumps were discovered 2 000 years before man. Mr. Don Ion: Can you give me the formula for arsenic?” Freshman: “I just had it on my tongue. Mr. Carroll in Physics: Has any one a watch with a second hand?” Clever Child: “I have a second hand watch.” (Physics 3)—N. Israeli: “How much does a pound of aluminum 10 THE QUIVER Of all the tales my dad tells me, The biggest one that I can see Is the tale of the Wiffen-Woof. Dad says he’s a horrid-looking fish. But as good as chicken in a dish, This peculiar Wiffen-Woof. o capture him. in the water you bore A hole, up which, with an awful roar, Sails that dreadful Wiffen-Woof! Then, even if you’re ill at ease, On top of the water, scatter cheese For the hungry Wiffen-Woof. THE QUIVER 11 Then row round him and make such faces That his heart will burst its iron braces, This timid old Wiffen-Woof. And, if your face will do its worst, He’ll be scared to death, and the heart will burst Within old Wiffen-Woof. Then we’ll crunch the bones In spite of the groans Of the wicked old Wiffen-Woof. Thus did Dad tell me, Though I never did see That he captured a Wiffen-Woof! But I mean some day To be able to say That I’ve captured a Wiffen-Woof. HELEN CARD, 21. A VISITOR FROM THE NIGHT She was alone in the wilderness of northern Maine forests, but fearless, strong, hardened to the ways of nature, and undaunted by her solitude. She was in a tiny log cabin, warm and comfortable. Her father had gone on one of his monthly visits to the Big City for supplies. It would take him two days and nights to make the weary journey through the dense woods. Although her “Sunday-go-to-meeting” name was Barbara, she had always affectionately been called “Bob.” She was rather short, tanned, and rosy-cheeked. She lay in front of the big roaring fire which afforded the only light in the camp, but showed the deer and bear skins on the walls and floor, and the rifles and shot guns that ornamented the room. Bob lay staring into the fire, dreaming. The silence would have been oppressive to one not used to it. The crackling of the logs and the sizzling of the fresh.sap were the only sounds that reached her ears. The girl smile know and then as she gazed at the mound of cured furs and skins in the corner, that was going to provide them with money to buy winter supplies. She gave a low chuckle when an owl hooted weirdly from a tree nearby. Her brown eyes snapped, and she 12 THE QUIVER jumped with lightning grace, when once an unruly spark flew out into the middle of the room. Bob liked so much to watch the ever-changing mystery of a fire. Her whole attention was wrapped up in one huge, blazing log that threatened to topple off from its crumbling support any second. Her eyes widened in anticipation of the quick flare of sparks when the log should fall. Scratch!! What was that? Like a flash she had noiselessly bounded into the corner. She turned and confronted the door, rifle poised, and alertness stamped on every line of her body. Her smoldering eyes showed no fear. Scratch ! Scratch !—Then silence. Her sharp ears caught the sound of metal rubbing. What could it be? For five minutes she held her poise and listened to those faint scratches. Finally she drew a deep breath and relaxed. Probably some furry night prowler seeking warmth had disturbed her. She smiled when she saw the heavily bolted door that protected her from intruders. She had turned to lay down her rifle when a terrible thought struck her. Her father! Suppose it was he, hurt, too weak to call out. She again grasped the gun and with determination written on her young face, moved slow-y towards the door. Stealthily she unbolted it and stopped to listen. A faint scratch reached her ears. Cautiously she poked the muzzle of her rifle through the small opening and peeped out into the blackness. She could make out the sharp outline of the spruce trees against the sky, and farther off the glitter of the lake. Seeing nothing, she flung open the door and took one step out. Nothing there! How queer! She certainly had heard scratching. With a disgusted grunt ,she turned to go back. Something soft and furry brushed against her moccasined feet. And there, wearily crawling across the threshold, was a tiny black bear, one foot caught in a trap. Bob’s indignation suddenly melted into pity for this wee. unfortunate cub. She knelt down and took account of her visitor. The little cub had evidently dragged himself some way. He was exhausted and nearly dead from loss of blood. Too small to fear her, he simply kept his beady black eyes fixed on her face, trusting that she would help him. And help him she did. Staying up most of the night, she set and bound his broken leg and cared for him as if he were a baby. With his stomach full of warm milk and maple syrup, which he loved, he curled up and went to sleep. She called him “Hippy” because of his queer little broken-legged gait; and the mysterious visitor from the night turned out to be a family pet. HELEN DAVIS, ’21. THE QUIVER TO THE RESCUE 13 One morning as I was on my way to Woonsocket with Frank, our red horse, my attention was drawn by the horse to the incident I am about to narrate. Following his gaze. I soon discovered, ahead of r,i m tlie road, a line of vehicles of various descriptions, ranging from lumber-wagons to limousines. Upon arriving at the scene, I hitched my horse to the fence and joined die crowd. I learned, upon inquiry, that it was a case of beauty in distress. The joys of a beautiful young girl, accompanied by her aunt, had been cut short when the machine that she was driving had become unmanageable and. leaving the road, had stopped only when all four wheels were fast in the mud. 1 stood on the edge of the crowd and watched, while each person in turn came to offer his services, some with tow ropes, and others with jacks and mud-hooks, but with no success. The girl was fast losing courage when the hero appeared in the form of an old steel gray-horse. In some time past he had been wounded, like Achilles, in his heel, which gave him a noticeable limp. His driver was clothed in a pair of dirty overhalls and a soiled shirt, and had a coating of dirt on his face and hands. In spite of his unattractive appearance and the crippled condition of his horse, he quickly, in a business-like way. attached a chain from the rear end of his wagon to the front axle of the machine, and speaking a few- encouraging words to his horse, he soon had the machine landed safely in the road again. The girl rewarded him with a two-dollar bill, and the excitement was over. JOHN HARRIS. 23. Mr. Carroll: “Miss Logan, what is a crankshaft.'” Ik Logan: “The same thing as a spark plug.” Mr. Rodgers: “Now we will take up Samoa.” Voice: “Some more! Gee. haven’t we had enough.' Pupil: “Is cocoa butter good to eat'” Mr. Rodgers: “No, but it is used for many things, such as in salve, on chapped hands, and—but you know I m not selling cocoa butter. Class.” 14 THE QUIVER THE SCULPTOR It was Thanksgiving Day and the sun shone brightly on the large city. It looked into the churches and into the homes of both rich and poor. It shone on the great park dedicated to the Pilgrim Fathers. In all these places, it saw its own radiance reflected on every face. It looked into the windows of a sculptor’s studio and played over the statues, but it saw no radiance on the face of the sculptor. Instead, the sculptor sat before a small log-fire, his head in his hands. At last he glanced up and gazed bitterly around the studio, noting for perhaps the hundredth time that day, the shabbiness and the poor furnishings. Then his gaze travelled to his statues. Failures —every one of them ! Thanksgiving, indeed ! The fire had almost gone out, but the sculptor did not move to replenish it, for his glance had fallen beyond his statues on an enormous piece of marble. He had ordered and paid for it when he had first begun to feel the pangs of bitterness; but he would never use it now, for he would make only statues that would be failures,— statues at which all the world would laugh. He picked up the newspaper to read again the unfavorable criticism of one of his latest works. While hunting for the criticism, however, he came across the poem, “The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England.” “Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.” As he read it, his thoughts returned to his youth. How proud he had been of his Pilgrim ancestors! What dreams he had had! He had believed firmly that with half a chance he could become famous. These thoughts quieted him. Gradually the worn face relaxed and he fell asleep. By the light one could see the deep lines of struggle in his face. And he dreamed! In his dream he found himself in the park dedicated to the Pilgrim Fathers. He sat on a bench; around him were groups of Pilgrims talking to one another. Finally one approached from a group near-by. “Brother,” he said to the sculptor, “thou seemst to be weary. Wilt thou tell thy troubles to me? “Sir”, replied the sculptor, “I am weary of life. It holds nothing for me.” “But, brother, thou art not thankful for what thou hast. Surely THE QUIVER 15 thou hast as much as we,—we who found great hardships, starvation, and even death. But we found freedom, and are we not thankful. Brother, I ask you to thank God for ilis goodness.” The Pilgrim sank on his knees and folding his hands, bowed his head in prayer. The sculptor awoke. His face was shining. His old enthusiasm had returned. What a subject for a statue! Many years later, on another Thanksgiving Day, the same old sun shone in through the windows of the sculptor s studio. It was no longer poorly furnished and shabby. And the sculptor himself had changed completely. Although he looked older, the bitterness had gone from his face. He sat before another brightly-burning log-fire and smoked peacefully, while he read again those wonderful lines, “Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.” Finally, he finished the poem and walked to the window. Looking out between the trees, he gazed into the park of the Pilgrim Fathers. But where, years ago. had been a barren plot of land, there stood a majestic marbte figure. If one looked closely, one could discern a pilgrim kneeling in prayer. The sculptor seemed to hear the Pilgrim say again, “Brother. I ask you to give thanks to God.” This time the sculptor bowed his head in prayer. MADELEINE ROSWELL, ’22. JOYFUL DAYS The little flowers are waking, And birds begin to sing; With joyful hearts we’re bringing Bright greetings to the spring. Our lives are full of sunshine. Our hearts are full of praise ; ’Tis nearing graduation, The happiest of days! EDITH GOLDFINE. 21. 16 THE QUIVER THE LUNCH PERIOD AT W. H. S. During one -of my visits to Woonsocket, I was walking in the vicinity of the High School about noon. My companion suggested that we have our lunch at the school. I readily agreed to this on remembering my other delightful visit there. After we had our lunch, I walked about exploring the lunch rooms. I entered a small room in which I saw a girl about to open a door. As I stood watching her, I found that this door opened into a corridor on the boys’ side of the school. Two rolls of tickets and a money box were on a table which the girl placed at the open door. About the time she was seated, a bell sounded and behold! a mad rush of hungry boys came from the upper floors and formed in line for their lunch tickets. It was most fascinating to stand back unseen, and watch the different ones. Some thoughtful youths placed the correct change in the money box. One lad, in his haste, opened his hand and from a height of a foot and a half, deposited twenty-five pennies on the table and passed on. Others came to the rescue and gathered them together for the “ticket-girl.” I could distinguish the Freshmen from some of the upper class-men, as they came for their tickets with please and went away saying thank you. A Junior demanded his tickets by pounding his fists on the table. I could see the effect this had on the girl and I have wondered if he has tried it since. One very tall lad came up to the table. The “ticket-girl” looked up, the muscles in her neck strained to the utmost. It was with much difficulty that she got her head back to its former position. The gaze had to travel far and quickly to be back in time for the next in line. The end of this line finally came, and the boys stood about in groups, eating their lunches. I made my way to the table and asked the girl if her work was ended, but found that she was to remain there to give the boys a chance to get more tickets, should they so desire. I stayed at the table, watching one group of boys being entertained by a lad who was demonstrating different ways of eating soup. First he extracted the “noise” and then finished in a most lady-like fashion. There was no end to the fun among them. I saw one lad fix his gaze on the coat pocket of one of the pupils and, as a cat watches a mouse, he very quietly made his way toward that bulging pocket. Immediately the rest of the crowd noticed him. That box looked good to them and it was with much difficulty that the owner took the bundle from his pocket. He explained that if they THE QUIVER 17 would wait a minute, he would share the contents with them. Off came the outside wrapper, which he folded and put one side. Some tissue paper came next, was carefully folded, and placed with the other paper. By this time I could imagine the boys having visions of home-made cookies, or perhaps of some of his mother s cake with an inch of frosting adorning the top. It might be fudge. Who could tell just at that moment when things were coming so slowly? Finally a waxed paper was removed. All heads came together to view a box of animal crackers! It was plain to see that this sort of “baby food did not appeal to those lads, who did not hesitate strongly to express their disappointment and displeasure. The “ticket-girl’s” time was up. The door was closed, shutting off my view of the corridor. I turned to join my companion with a feeling that these boys did not suffer from indigestion, as eating in such a cheerful atmosphere is a sure preventive against any such ailment. EILEEN V. M. GLEESON, ’23. GLEANED FROM BOOK REVIEWS When a boy, his mother died. David went to his aunt’s house, who adopted l}im. When going to lunch, the clothes get stepped on. When eaten in the shade of a friendly oak tree, the troubles which we have in the world seem to vanish. Thoreau’s foot, during twenty-six months of residence at Walden Lake, cost him but twenty-seven cents a week. I did not enjoy the book as much as I would a book of friction. “Great Scott” was the hero and most appropriate adjective. Beaucaire pulled a card from the Englishman’s sleeve, who had been cheating. 18 THE QUIVER ALL ON ACCOUNT OF “TOMMIE.' It had been a dreary Fourth for little Paul heeler, dreary both indoors and out. He had heard nothing but the steady drip of the rain, its pattering against the windows, and the continual scoldings of his father and mother; but now that he had been sent to bed, it had stopped raining, and the moon was shining. Paul, standing at the window of his room, reviewed the events of the day. Everything had gone wrong, the weather being a great cause, for if it had not rained, there would have been the picnic, with ice-cream, cake, and sandwiches; and then his family, including Baby Torn, would never have been so peevish. The little cry-baby,” however, was most to blame. Paul had tried hard enough today to stop Baby’s selfishness, but when he had tried to teach his brother by punishing him, his parents had punished him, too. “Not a bit fair,’ was his pouting comment. Could he help it if Tom had jogged his elbow, and made him spill his cocoa? Was that any reason why he should be lectured? Was it nice of Tom to keep saying every few minutes, “It’s still rainin’, Paulie.” And just because he had pushed the kid.” when told by his mother to play with Tom, he was sent to his room. “They’ll be sorry some day,” said Paul. Then he thought of his brother’s selfishness at supper, for Tom knew Paul liked that particular kind of cup cake; and when he saw Paul start to take the last one in the dish, he had said, “Muvver, please can I have that cake?” And of course “the baby” had to have it. But Paul had kicked Tom under the table, and that was some satisfaction, even though he djd have to go to his room for it. And now here he was, away up in his dark, old room all alone, and Father was telling stories down stairs. He threw himself across his bed and cried as though his little heart would break. “I don’t care,” he sobbed, “I’m jus’ cryin’ ’cause I’m mad.” And he certainly did cry—great tears splashed off his cheeks upon the counterpane, and left little “salt marshes” there. Paul lay still for a few minutes after this “cloud-burst,” and soon began to have a peculiar feeling, as if he were moving. He must be insane, he decided, and if he were. Tom was to blame. But was it insanity? His bed was moving slowly. Paul sat up with a start and rubbed his eyes hard, and still harder, for he did not recognize his own room. He could see a sheet of water where his carpet had been, and his bed and chairs were drifting about. “I didn’t think I’d cried so much. ’Spose I drown in my own tears!” But he had no time now for such thoughts, for he saw that his THE QUIVER ™ bed, with the other furniture, was drifting toward the window. If only the window sill would stop them! He did not dare jump, for there was no telling how deep the water was. Now there came a crash and a sudden plunge, and Paul found himself drifting across the lawn, through the meadow, following the brook, which was then so swollen by the day’s rain and Paul’s tears as to be scarcely recognizable. Of course it was night, and that made a difference. He could just see the ghostly appearance of the bank, but that did not help him, for he could not swim. It was growing darker, and he was drifting right into the thick forest which his daddy had said contained all sorts of wild animals. Paul crouched, with a groan, beneath his blankets, for he imagined a tiger was swimming out to devour him. After a while he poked his head out again and heard the water splashing against his iron bed with a faint s’sh, s’sh. He did not know what it was. but it was terribly creepy. Then a turtle jumped upon his bed with a thud, and a gust of wind came along at the same time, and drove Paul’s craft ashore. Another gust dashed it upon a rock, upset it. and scattered the fragments of the little bed about Paul as he lay unconscious on the shore. Day had come. Paul knew enough to know that. He also knew that someone was holding his bruised head, and whispering soothing words in his ear. The voice sounded like his mother’s. But how could she be there with him so far away from home? Yes. it was his “mommy,” and he was lying on the floor of his OWn room, with his head in her lap. Beside him were his blankets, and on the side of the wall was a little glowing lamp, which he had thought was daybreak. Paul lifted his head a little and made just one remark: “Guess I’ll let Tom grow up naughty if he wants to.” DOROTHY HENDRICK. ’21. Found in a Commercial Geography test: “Mt. Thomas is in Massachusetts.” First Pupil: “Did you put the lemon juice in the potatoes?” Second: “Why?” First: “For garnishing, of course.” Speaking of the French play, how is it that the devil was seen with the princess after the performance, whereas, during the play, a statement had been made that she was his “pire ennemi?” 20 THE QUIVER OLIVER HAZARD PERRY’S BIRTHPLACE South Kingstown, although a little town, likes to boast of the fact that the great admiral and hero of the battle of Lake Erie, Oliver Hazard Perry, was a native of that place. His birthplace still stands in South Kingstown, a spot of historic interest to the traveler. From the roadside, you get a glimpse of the tall, red chimney,and one side of the slated roof, for a high stone wall, covered with tendrils of ivy and wild growth, such as barberry and woodbine, hides the rest of the little homestead from view. The house is some distance from the roadside, and the traveler enters by a large, creaking, iron gate, very much rusted, and in need of repair. A long stretch of sandy road, shaded by tall, straight poplars, leads up to the house. It is a two story wooden structure with a large veranda in front, which has a profusion of trumpet vines running over it. The old home is built upon a hill overlooking a salt pond. A huge, old-fashioned well, sadly in need of paint, stands in the back yard. A high stone wall, overrun with sumac and blackberry vines, separates the yard from a large pasture. This is a favorite retreat for wild rabbits and chipmunks, which burrow their homes beneath it. A large, neglected apple orchard stands in the distance, while scores of huckleberry bushes are seen here and there. If the traveler enters the house, he finds himself in a large, airy room facing the east. This must have been the Perrys’ kitchen. A huge brick fireplace, with a zinc hearth, is built into one end of the room. Beneath two large cupboards is an old-fashioned iron pump. The living room is as comfortable as the kitchen except that it is.not so light, for the large trumpet vines have entwined themselves around the bay windows. This room also has a brick fire-place, and the walls are painted a pale green. A narrow staircase leads to the second floor. There are four well lighted, but low studded rooms—so low, in fact, that if the traveler is tall, he has to take extreme precaution for fear of bumping his head. This is a memory picture of Oliver Hazard Perry’s birthplace, a modest little homestead, yet a place of remarkable historic interest. DOROTHY BROWNING. ’21. L. Warner: “Should you say a satting hen?” Engelbach : “I take manual straining.” H. Ford: “Four lines rhyming are a quadruped.” THE QUIVER AN EVENTFUL DAY 21 About eight years ago, a pageant was to be held in the city of Chester, England, which was twelve miles from the village where 1 lived. This pageant had been the subject of conversation by the public for over a year. Everybody was anxious to see it as it was the first of its kind in the city. It was to show the whole history of England from the first landing of the Romans up to the present time. It was on a beautiful spring morning, when everybody seemed happy and contented, that we started to see the pageant. Our drive around Eaton Hall and through the estate, was over five miles long. The scenery was wonderful. Green grass was everywhere, and the deer were so tame that we could put our hands out and almost touch them as we drove by. Along one side runs the River Dee. We had to pass over an old iron bridge, which, it is claimed, was built by the Romans. We had to drive very slowly over this bridge as it was unsafe. We reached Chester about one o’clock. The performance was to begin at two, and so we had an hour to wait; but it took us almost the whole hour to get seated. The stage was just a large field. Over to our left was another field, where the performers waited their turns to The first scene was the landing of the Romans in 54 B. C. The little children ran in front of the horses, shouting, “Help! the Christians are coming.” The contrast between their landing and their departure was so well brought out that I shall never forget it. The Piets and Scots were next shown invading Britain, and the Britons sent word over to the Angles and Saxons to come to help them They succeeded in driving away the Britons’ enemy. This done, they then drove the Britons themselves to the mountains and took possession of the land. A scene that brought tears to the eyes was the market place where the slaves were sold. The children looked lovely, just like dolls. One old man entered the market and looked round. He saw the children and went over and asked who they were. They replied. “Angles. He said, “Not Angles, but Angels.” These scenes were the ones I remember best. Although the pageant lasted until six o’clock. I enjoyed every minute of the four hours and was sorry when the end came. RENA DUTTON. 21. 22 THE QUIVER YOU’VE GOT TO WIN in your next track-meet, and I will give you the position as head coach of track at X-College,” said “Scout” Watson, closing the door behind him as he departed. Jim Benton, coach of Brockton High, stared at the wall of the :oom for a long time. Brockton High had entered a Triangular Meet with Millvale and Rockland. Brockton and Rockland were tied for first place. A great deal depended upon this meet, for, if Brockton won. Jim Benton would receive his promotion. The score was now as follows: Brockton, 20 points; Rockland, 20 points; Millvale, 5 points. Everything depended upon the six hundred yard run, the remaining event. As the track was very narrow, each runner must run alone, and the runner having the best time would be the winner. The first runner of Rockland approached the starting point, knelt on the mark, and, on the report of the starter’s pistol, got a quick start. Lap after lap he ran, cheered on by his followers, until only one lap remained. This he covered in a burst of speed. Time, 1 minute, 29 seconds. Next a Millvale runner ran. then a Brockton, then a Rockland, and so on until only Jones of Brockton High remained. As yet. no one had beaten the first runner’s time. Jones approached the starting point with the coach’s last words ringing in his ear. “You’ve got to win!” At the crack of the pistol, lie was off like a shot, running with long, even strides. Finishing his first lap, he listened intently for the counter to speak. No sound from the counter! At the finishing of the second lap, the counter seemed to come to life and say. “One.” Could he have heard aright? Did the counter say one or two? Was there a mistake? These thoughts passed rapidly through Jones’ head as he covered the third lap. Well, he couldn’t be bothered counting the laps, so he determined to leave the counting to the counter and pay attention to his race. His breath came quickly now! The spectators became blurred! The muscles in his legs and arms ached! His head swam! Still he kept on. increasing his speed occasionally. Someone shouted, “two more.” With a last despairing burst of speed, he covered the remaining laps and stumbled into the coach’s arms in a dead faint. When he opened his eyes, the first question he asked was, “Did I win?” Slowly the coach shook his head and replied. “No!” THE QUIVER 23 “What was the matter?” “You ran twelve laps instead of eleven. It was the counter s fault. We’ve lost the meet.” “And you, your position?” questioned Jones. “No. After you had finished, “Scout” Watson, who had offered me the position, said, that seeing you had run twelve laps, he had found the average time for each and then had multiplied by eleven. This gave the time of 1 minute and 27 seconds. Thus you see that you should have beaten him if it had not been for the counter. “Scout Watson, seeing that it was no fault of mine that the meet was lost, told me that I could have the position.” “Did you accept?” “I did!” _ WILLIAM SMITH. ’22. A SATURDAY NIGHT AFFAIR The time of this incident was a Saturday night in October, a chilly, starless, moonlight night; the setting, a farm house a mile or more from town. The clock on the mantel chimed ten, and Grandmother sat up with a start. Just then we heard a door open and close, but it was only Uncle Fred, who had locked the barn and hen houses for the night. My other uncle, whom we had been expecting for nearly an hour and who was in town collecting taxes, had not arrived, so bred said he would go to meet him. Now Uncle Rob, the tax-collector, is not afraid at night, but Fred is always having dreams that come true—not that we are superstitious, but you know it is better to be on the safe side—and once Fred had dreamed that the tax money was stolen from Rob. Fred did not go because he had had the dream, but because a robbery of this kind was perfectly conceivable. Lone members of the family have been held up at different times before prohibition went into effect, and certain sites along the road used to be “hangouts for gamblers and the like ; for instance, the ruins of an old farmhouse and of buildings destroyed by fire. Everybody in the town knows the tax collector, and everybody knows where everybody else lives and all his business, so the thought of robbery was only natural. We waited awhile after Uncle Fred went, and then my Grandmother and I went upstairs. Instead of retiring, we sat at a window which was a very unusual thing for us to do. The winding road 24 THE QUIVER showed white in the frosty night, and as I followed it with my gaze, I saw a shining black object just before the crossroads. It was partly covered from view by the shrubbery along the stone wall. I thought it looked like an automobile and called my Grandmother’s attention to it. She said it did look queer, but that it was, very likely, the shadows of the trees. The more I looked at it, however, the more convinced I was that it was a machine. The town hall clock struck eleven. All kinds of ideas flashed through my mind, as we gazed silently down the white road which lapsed into darkness at the crossroads. A train whistle shrieked far off; a large cloud passed between us and the moon ; the breezes grew chillier; and the night itself seemed ghostly. No one came within sight, and the black object did not move; but still we stared, silently, expectantly. Suddenly, the tops of the bushes in a pasture a short distance away brightened. Straight ahead the light passed, as an automobile from the other side of the house turned the corner at the hilltop. Then, when it was still a good distance from the crossroads, one light at the crossroads was turned on, and so the questionable object proved to be an automobile. When the first machine drew up to the stationary one, it stopped. In the glare of the lights, we could see hunters with guns entering the latter machine. Then they drove oflf in opposite directions, and left me wondering if I had been dreaming. While I pondered, I noticed a dark figure come out of the shadows, running very fast. I must have opened my mouth still wider at this sight, for I bumped my chin against the window sill. Pictures flashed through my mind, as I recognized the fleeing figure to be Fred. Rob with the money had probably been caught and carried oflf, and Fred, by hiding in the bushes, was not noticed. Now he was hurrying home to let us know! As he neared the yard, I expected every second to hear him shout, “Help! Robbers!” but he said nothing. As he walked through the yard, he said, “Brrr.” “Horrible! Cruel!” I muttered, for I thought he was going over the scene. Grandmother’s “Where’s Rob?” brought me back again. “He’s right behind,” he answered very calmly. We looked along the road, and there he was, not thirty yards back; but I was so nervous that I watched only Fred, who had run from the crossroads to “warm up” after waiting so long. They had neither seen nor heard the automobiles. Rob had been delayed by an extra number of people who wanted to pay their poll taxes the last minute before election. So everything ended calmly, and we slept “tight” after the excitement. CORA M. CARROLL, ’21. Baseball Champions of R. I. Interscholastic League, 1921 Champions of R. I Football Interscholastic League, 1920 Cross Country Champions of R. I. Interscholastic League, 1920 THE QUIVER THOUGHTS ON RUGBEATING. (After seeing the cover of “The Literary Digest” for March 19.) Say fellers: Did yeh ever on Saturday mornin’ When yeh was goin’ out to play, Have yer mother come yellin’ at yeh, John Henry, you’ve got to beat rugs today? An’ Sis, who thinks she’s a lady, With her clo’s and stuck-up air. Comes preachin’ at the window, Sayin’ “That boy never does his share!” Gee, doncher feel like swearin' An grabbin’ yer bat ’n ball An’ packin’ year choicest blongin’s An' runnin’ away from it all? An’ while yer beatin’ an’ growlin’ An’ bangin’ fer all yer worth, Out comes Ma with another big load An’ says, “Hurry, John, don’t try to shirk! “You know your father this mornin’ Said, you must help me clean house today. An’ I am to keep you a-workin’ So’s you’ll value your next chance to play.” So yeh work all day like a beaver. Not ’cause yeh want to, gosh no! Just ’cause yeh gotta keep at it— There ain’t no chance to go. An’ at last when the sun is settin’, An’ yeh think yeh kin skip out o’ sight,— “Come right back here, young man, an’ Take your bath—this is Saturday night!” MILDRED T. HOYLE, ’21. 25 THE QUIVER When the diamond’s shinin’ smooth an’ flat beneath the morniit’ sun. And, free from school an’ studies, you can hear the fellows run, When you hear the bat meet horsehide with your comrade’s lusty smite. Don’t your eyes just fill with angry tears an’ things get black as night ? When you hear the fellows “choosin’ ” an’ you know they’re missin’ you, (But with Mother right beside you, what can a fellow do?) Oh! there’s lots of fun you’re missin’ when you’re not at their roll call! How can a fellow beat the rugs when the whole world yells, “Play ball! PHILIP L. VOELKER. ’21. Spring has come! Spring has come! I’m sure of that now, For the baseball team is having a row. Jimmy Snell, whom the boys call “fat.” Has been told by his mother to beat a mat. “The game’s all shot,” the pitcher said. “Hurry ’n’ we’ll wait,” yelled the captain, Ted. And over across the shady street. Is the steady sound of the beat, beat. beat. There’s Mary, the cook, with her arms full of rugs. And Mother at the window, while he frets and tugs. And down on the ground he has kicked with a shove The bat and the ball and the catcher’s glove. Spring has come! Spring has come! I’m sure of that now. For the baseball team is having a row. SYLVIA EMERY, ’21. THE QUIVER 27 EDITORIALS X EDITORIAL STAFF HATTIE WHIPPLE, ’21, Editor-in-Chief. JAMES MULGREW, ’21, Business Manager. CORA CARROLL, ’21 MILDRED HATHAWAY, ’22 ARTHUR KOBERTSHAW, ’21 MINNIE LORD. 22 BERTHA ST. SAUVEUR. ’23 EDITORIALS Another year has flown, and once more it is time to call the attention of the outside world to a class of graduates from Woonsocket High School. Some changes have occurred, especially among our faculty. Last September, Mr. William Rogers took charge of the Commercial Department, replacing Mr. Stevens. Miss Elsie Whitney took the place of Miss Whittaker, who resigned last June. The Domestic Science classes, especially the Juniors who have given luncheons, have greatly enjoyed this year’s work. They have been under the supervision of Miss Margaret Walker, who replaced Miss Rena Roberts. Miss Lillian Maher, '20, Mr. Spratt’s clerk, resigned to attend Boston University. Miss Hortense Mayer, ’18. took her place. Gymnasium work for the boys has been held during free periods and after school, but no attempt has been made to have the girls enjoy similar work. The track records for the past five years are now being put in order, and will soon be placed in the balcony of the Gymnasium. As we have won first place in the R. I. Interscholastic League three times during these five years, the reports are certainly worth preserving. 28 THE QUIVER A Dramatic Club has been started under the supervision of Miss Cook. The club plans to give pupils a chance to overcome shyness when speaking in public. Several of the members of the club have entertained during the assembly hour in the hall on Tuesday and Friday mornings. A Glee fclub, ably directed by Miss Devine, and composed of all girls interested in music, has sung several times before the public during the year. Their singing in the chorus of the Minstrel Show was especially appreciated. When the new High School was completed, the lunch counter was regarded as one of its greatest attractions. This attraction has grown until the counter is just one-half as large as it should be. Faculty and pupils have been racking their brains for a plan to enlarge it, but so far, no one has succeeded. A fact worthy of notice concerns our recent graduates. Ninety-six of their names are now enrolled in higher schools, over thirty colleges and advanced schools being represented. School Spirit! What is it? We always show it at our games— why not practice it every day in school? If you see a lonesome pupil off in a corner by herself, why not make friends with her, introduce her to your chums, show her what a joy school-life can be, and what school spirit really means? You are helping yourself when you help another. The story of “The Mouse and the Lion” is often repeated in every day life. Why not associate with those about you. be a real comrade? Fraternizing is the only thing that can save the world. It is the only thing that can overcome and prevent Bolshevism. W hat we do now will become a habit later in life. Now is the time to begin the practice of kindness. THE QUIVER 29 CLASS OFFICERS Senior ] re ident—Alfred Carr. Vice-President Arthur Robertshaw. Secretary—Gertrude Callanan. Treasurer—James Mulgrew. Junior President—Edward Franklin. Vice-President—Inez Gay. Secretary—Coris Latimer. Treasurer—Rita Cook. Sophomore President—Eileen Glceson. Vice-President—Richard Dowling. Secretary—Esther Briggs. Treasurer—George WeLcs. Freshman President—Reginald Feeley. Vice-President—Alden Tuttle. Secretary—Sarah Redfern. Treasurer—Martha Cetchell. During the year, the school was addressed by Mr. Harry Davis, President of the W oonsocket Chamber of Commerce, who spoke of the formation of a Junior Chamber of Commerce, which he believed would be a help to the city; Miss Ayres, matron of the Woonsocket Hospital, urged the girls to take up nursing as a vocation, as there is a great shortage of nurses; Rev. E. Dean Ellenwood, advised everyone to grasp all his opportunities; Lieutenant Horace Jalbert told of life on a submarine. Later he spoke to Miss Merrill’s history class about his visit to Athens. Three courses have been offered in Senior English this year: the College Preparatory, one in American Literature, and one on the development of the novel. A collection of beautiful shells has been given to Miss Merrill’s class by Miss Munro. 30 THE QUIVER On December 10, Living Pictures and a French play, “La Prin-cesse—Emeraude,” were presented in the Assembly Hall, under the auspices of the Woonsocket Teachers’ Association and the High School, Each public school building of the city was represented in the Living Pictures. Frances Betagh represented the High School as Joan of Arc. The French play was presented by “Le Cercle Franeais,” the school’s French club, under the capable direction of Miss Rocheleau. The cast was as follows: La Princesse Emeraude Mildred Hoyle Henry Roberge Isadore Schwartz Philip Voelker Irene Trinque Florence Trinque Doris Johnson Howard Morrison and Frank Barnes Nancy MedofT and Janet Reid Les Filles d’Honneur Margaret Donahue Edith Donahue, Irene Ostiguy, Agnes Winn, Doris Fitzpatrick. Elizabeth Smith. Bessie Darman, and Genevieve Quinn. Le Prince Saphir Le Prince Noir Le Diable La Fe Maitresse Rosalie Mion Les Soldats Les Pages The Junior cooking class has given, each week, a luncheon which requires two cooks, a waitress, a host and a hostess. The cooks prepare the menu, the waitress attends to the table, and the host and hostess each invite one guest. Only relatives, teachers, or older friends are eligible as guests. Notice—Sylvia Emery arrived on May fourth, when the janitors were opening the doors. A new project has been tried out this year in the Commercial Junior English class. The D. Y. S. Club was formed, with committees to plan and conduct recitations once a fortnight. Its programs have included travel talks, visits with famous authors, and discussions on Days We Celebrate. Interesting People of Today, the Pilgrims, and the Near East Relief. The High School Orchestra is directed by Miss Rocheleau. It comprises: Ada Saunders, violinist and leader; Irene Gardner, pianist: Austin McMichael. cornetist; Margaret Brennan. Jessie Halbert, Isadore Schwartz, Sam Rosenblatt, and Louis Feldman, violinists; Arthur Miller, flutist; Richard Connell and Roland Harrall, banjo-mandolin players; Fred Allen, drummer. The orchestra has played for the morning exercises, the French Play, the whist given by the THE QUIVER 31 Teacher’s Association, Cercle Francais, and on Lincoln’s Day and Arbor Day. It will also assist on Class Day and at the graduation exercises. The following exchanges have been received: “The Everett High Clarion,” High School, Everett Mass.; ‘‘The Aroostakan,” Aroostook Central Institute, Mars Hill, Me.; Brookings School News,” Brookings, South Dakota; “The Aquilo,” Ricker Classical Institute, Houlton, Me.; “The Cony Cue,” Cony High School, Agusta, Me.; and “The Technical Review,” Providence Technical High School. A Girl’s Glee Club has been formed by Miss Devine. It includes the Misses Ambach, Bills, Barry, Briggs. Brouillard, Browning. Burlingame, Card, Cook, Deland, Gay, Gardner. Gilpin, Hudson, Hoyle. Golden, Goldfine, Latimer. Marrah, Medoff, O’Bryan, Quinn, B. Randall. G. Randall, Redfern, Simpson, Taylor, Wales, Walling, Warner, and Widmer. Esther Falk is pianist. Miss Mowry’s division of Seniors this year has used “the Literary Digest” instead of a rhetoric. James Mulgrew was business manager and Leslie Burlingame, treasurer. The first dance of the school year was given on December 30, by the Seniors. The attendance of many of our alumni, home from college for the Christmas holidays, added to the evening’s enjoyment. The patronesses were Mrs. Frederick Carr, Mrs. Robert L. Davis, Mrs. Arthur B. Robertshaw, and Mrs. James Mulgrew. The Junior Prom on February 4 was in every way a success. The hall looked its best in the St. Valentine decorations planned by Inez Gay. During the evening, halves of hearts were distributed to be matched for the twelfth waltz. The patronesses were Mrs. William Franklin, Mrs. C. Shambow. Mrs. R. W. Latimer, and Mrs. R. M. Cook. Inspired by the enthusiasm of Miss Whitney, the Latin students have organized a club with “Sub Aquila” for a name and Crescat Scientia” for a motto. The name. “Under the Eagle,” has a special significance as being the emblem of the Roman government and that of the United States as well. The motto means, “May knowledge increase,” and suggests that the club meetings with Latin games, Latin songs, and Latin lectures, are instructive as well as enjoyable. The most interesting meeting of the year was held on April 12, when Miss Clara W. Pond, Drawing-Instructor, gave an interesting talk on her visit to Rome and showed some very beautiful pictures, lamps, candelabra, etc., brought from the Eternal City. The Board of Directors comprises: President, Edward Dwyer; Vice-President, Sadie 32 THE QUIVER McMichael; Secretary, Elizabeth Smith; Treasurer, Ralph Fitzpatrick; and the Program Committee, Mildred Hoyle, Solomon Croman, and Eileen Gleeson. The Membership Committee is Elizabeth Smith, Anna Terkel, and Frances Betagh. On April 1, the Annual Triangular Debate between Cranston, East Providence, and W oonsocket was held. The subject was “Resolved, That the United States should accept the Mandate for Armenia, offered by the Supreme Council at the San Remo Conference of 1920.” K. Semonian, H. Morrison, II. Heath, and N. Lorinsky (alternate) supported the affirmative on the home platform, while in East Providence we were represented by W. Harrall, A. McMichael, I. Swartz, and S. Croman (alternate), who spoke on the negative side. Unfortunately, both teams were defeated; howrever, we are proud of our debaters and count them a credit to the school. Grace Munro deserves praise for her lively services as cheer leader at the football games. In February. Miss Stella Whittaker visited W. H. S. and spoke to the students about her work at Hope Street High School. The “Cercle Francais,” organized in April, 1920, has successfully continued its work this year. Amusing and instructive meetings have been held weekly, at which recitations, readings, singing, and conversation are enjoyed. One of the aims is to increase the members’ knowledge of French. Mile. Idola Saint-Jean of Montreal, who is a well known writer and teacher of French, entertained the “Cercle Francais” at one of its meetings. Benilde Leony, at another meeting, gave an illustrated talk on Rome. The affairs of the organization have been carried on by the Executive Board: President, Mildred Hoyle; Secretary, Germaine Leclaire; Assistant Secretary, Irene Ostiguv; Committee on Dramatics and Publicity, Philip Voelker and Benilde Leony; on Music, Frank Barnes; on Conversation. Florence and Irene Trinque. and Henry Roberge; on Declamation, Doris Johnson ; and the Faculty Advisor. Miss Rochelenu. Special credit is due Germaine Leclaire, who, as' Secretary, has worked unceasingly for the advancement of the organization. A play, “La Princesse Emer-aude,” was given by the “Cercle Francais,” December 10, 1920. It was directed by the Faculty Advisor, Miss Rocheleau. Mildred Hoyle was a charming “Princess.” Irene Trincue, a delightful “fairy,” Isa-dor Schwartz, a powerful “Princess Noir,” Philip Voelker, a daring “Mephisto,” and Henry Roberge, a fine “Prince Sophia.” It was so great a success that it was presented a second time. The Sophomore dance, which was attended by more than two hundred, was held April 15. The hall was beautifully decorated with THE QUIVER 33 the class colors, blue and gold. During the April shower dance, small celluloid umbrellas were scattered from the balcony. The patronesses were Mrs. E. J. Glteson, Mrs. R. Dow.ing, Mrs. G. I. Briggs, and Mrs. C. I. Welles. Music was furnished by Hoberg’s Orchestra. The dance was a social as well as a financial success. A minstrel show', which was directed by Mr. Donlon and Miss Devine, was presented March 30 and 31. Approximately sixty students took part in it. Special features were given as follows: “In the Land of Old Black Joe,” Edward Dwyer; “My Mammy,” Leo Desrosiers; “Ding Toes,” Walter Walsh and John Coffey; “Pickaninny Paradise.” Sam Pressman ; “Little Bunch of Honeyness,” Edith Hudson ; “My Home Town.” Louis Feldman ; “Someone Like You,” Thelma Billsand Everett Ross; “Old Pal,” Nathan Lorinsky; “Broadway Blues,” Philip Voelker; and banjo-mandolin selections, Roland Harrall and Richard Connell. The High School Orchestra, under the direction of Miss Rocheleau, furnished music. The Teacher’s Association gave also a play. “Just a Little Mistake.” The proceeds were divided between the High School and the Teacher’s Association. On March 8, Mr. Rogers took twenty-five of his Sophomore Civics class to Providence. The party was conducted through the State House and was received by the Governor in the reception room. The Senate Chambers and the House of Representatives were visited. The class was entertained at lunch by the Senators and Representatives from this district and later enjoyed the boxes of candy presented by Mr. Rogers. On Lincoln Day, exercises were held in the Assembly Hall. Mr. Pickering, a Civil War veteran, spoke on his experiences in the war and of the time when he had seen Abraham Lincoln. Lieutenant Paul Smith, ’15. told many interesting stories of life in the Aviation Branch of the Army. He explained about various “stunts” he had done, and told about his feelings when he first tried them. The Girl’s Glee Club then sang “Roses. Roses, Everywhere.” Dr. Barry spoke on the play. “Abraham Lincoln,” and read some of the most striking parts. His son, W. E. Barry. ’16. who has had. in the New York production of the play, the part of the young soldier who was sentenced to be shot and was later pardoned by Lincoln, described some of the scenes. 34 THE QUIVER ARBOR DAY Our Friends and Enemies in the Insect World. Orchestra Small Friends and Enemies An Introduction Violin Solo, Romance” Honey Bees Honey Comb Butterflies Frank Barnes Song, “The Butterfly” Mrs. Anopheles Fruit Tree Pests Spray Today Orchestra, “Stars and Stripes Forever” Ivy Exercise (In School Yard) Reading Planting The Ivy Song “Star Spangled Banner” “Apple Blossoms” Helen Bradish Margaret Graham Ada Saunders Thelma Bills Esther Falk and Chester Miller Anna Terkel Eugene Mailloux Katherine Degnan Hattie Whipple Sousa Dorothy Hendrick Class Officers Senior Class School The Seventh Annual Prize Speaking Contest for the Singleton Trophy was held on May 13, at Plainville. Our school was represented by Grace Munro, who gave “Captain January’s Star,” and Isadore Schwartz, who gave “The Burgomaster’s Death.” Franklin High School won the cup. The interclass contest for the best class song was won by the Sophomores. The song was composed by Eloise Nelson and Alice Connor. Mrs. Harry Brook and Miss Cook were the judges. At the annual banquet of the Teachers’ Association in June, a beautiful picture by Violet Oakley. “Washington Delivering His Constitutional Address.” was presented to the school. In the drawing classes. Nelson Wright won the contest for the best design for class of 1923 watch-fob; and the design of Louis Ketover was adopted for the watch-fob of class of 1924. The following awards have been made in the Typewriting Department : Senior Class: Remington Gold Medal—Annie Kornstein ; Underwood Card Case—Leo Desrosiers, Annie Kornstein ; Remington Card Cases—Archie Berard, Dorothy Browning. Gertrude Callanan, Leo Desrosiers. Edith Goldfine, Sarah Goldstein, Annie Kornstein, Ger- THE QUIVER 35 maine Leclaire, Benilde Leony, Marina Marrah; Louise Mowry, James Mulgrew, Gertrude O’Bryan, Ada Saunders, Julia Sauner, Viola Simpson, Florence Staples; Underwood Certificates—Archie Berard. Dorothy Browning, Helen Bradish, Gertrude Callanan, Leo Desrosiers, Rena Dutton, Edith Goldfine, Sarah Goldstein, Germaine Leclaire. Benilde Leony, Edwin Marrah, Marina Marrah, Louise Mowry, lames Mulgrew. Gertrude O’Bryan, Ernestine Paradis, Ada Saunders, |ulia Sauner, Viola Simpson, Florence Staples, Ethel Teachman, Marion Wales, Patricia Walsh, Lila Warner, Florence Trinque, Irene Trinque; Remington Certificates—Dorothy Browning, Gertrude Callanan, Leo Desrosiers, Rena Dutton, Edith Goldfine, Sarah Goldstein. Annie Kornstein, Edwin Marrah. Marine Marrah, Ernestine Paradis, Ada Saunders. Julia Sauner, Viola Simpson, Florence Staples, Ethel Teachman, Marion Wales. Junior Class: Remington Card Cases—Nancy Medoff, Margaret Clancy; Underwood Certificates—Nancy Medoff, Marion Wallace; Remington Certificates—Margaret Clancy, Marion Wallace, Jessie Halbert, Irene Ostiguy, Mildred Stokes, Mary Diamond. Trespassing beyond the Bounds of Familiarity. Miss Rocheleau: “Name another French poet.” J. Holland: “Sapristi.” E. Willey: “Say, Chet, where is our test tube?” Miss Merrill: “I didn’t order that noise. Miss Card?” Miss Laviolette: “How many exceptions are there to the rule of forming the feminine bf all adjectives?” Freshman: “There are five rules to this exception.” Miss McFee: “Can you talk?” Freshman : “No ma’am !” I. Schwartz: “They had thousands of men busily engaged in building a canal across the Hellespont.” Miss Merrill: “Why the canal across the Hellespont?” I Schwartz: “Because the water was so rough.” S. Emery, translating Virgil: “The wicked deeds have got you by the neck!” 35 THE QUIVER FOOTBALL Football candidates were called out by Coach Carroll a week before school began. A large number responded to the call and Woonsocket was represented by a fast team, which had no trouble in winning the championship of the Rhode Island Interscholastic League. '1 he team showed it fighting spirit in the first game when it overcame a 13-0 lead and won. In the next seven contests, all Interscholastic League games, the team was never scored on. No opponent even threatened the goal line. The final score was 292-0. In the last game with Rogers High of Newport for the championship of the state, Woonsocket received its only setback. Mr. William Connell assisted with the coaching. Everett Syms was manager, and Alfred The scores: vs. Worcester Classical 14-13 at Cranston 13-0 vs. English 46-0 vs. Pawtucket 7-0 vs. Classical 68-0 at West Warwick 69-0 vs. East Providence 61-0 vs. Hope 2S-0 vs. Rogers 0-6 A big celebration followed the winning of the Interscholastic Pennant. On the night of the Hope game, the alumni, faculty, and students paraded through the main streets of the city, carrying red fire and giving school cheers. A halt was called at Monument Square, where Coach Carroll and Captain Carr spoke of the success of the team. At the High School, more speeches were made and school songs were sung. A huge bon-fire on the athletic field ended the celebration. THE QUIVER CROSS COUNTRY 37 Mr. Donlon’s well coached cross country team easily captured first place in the annual Interscholastic Cross Country Run at Providence hast fall. Woonsocket had seven men finish among the first eleven. The team scored a new point record of seventeen, but the time was three seconds more than the record. The team finished in the following order: J. Mulgrew, first; R. Dowling, third; VV. Smith, fifth; A. Berard, eighth; L. Chaput, ninth; J. Holland tenth; W. Riz-zini, eleventh. BASKETBALL The school was represented by a good team, but the schedule was one of the hardest Woonsocket has ever nad. The first game resulted in a victory for Woonsocket over Providence College, 24. We won the next three games, including the game with the Alumni. We lost two games to Durfee and one each to Worcester Commerce, Franklin, R. I. State Seconds, Dean Seconds, and Fitchburg. In all, the team won eleven games and lost seven. Alfred Carr was manager and Harold Peloquin. captain. The scores: vs. Providence College, ’24 35-23 vs. Alumni 42-29 vs. Worcester Classical 31-24 vs. Framingham 51-17 vs. Worcester Commerce 18-32 vs. Durfee 22-28 vs. Fitchburg 30-19 vs. Franklin 23-18 vs. North End Tanks 25-22 at Uxbridge 23-22 vs. R. I. State Seconds 32-16 vs. Webster 37-10 1 at Durfee 27-30 1 vs. Dean Seconds 28-32 at R. I. State Seconds 15-28 at Fitchburg 25-27 ! vs. Uxbridge 26-10 at Franklin 10-19 38 THE QUIVER TRACK Woonsocket, with a total of 39 1-2 points, was second in the Interscholastic League track meet. Peloquin earned the highest number of points for Woonsocket. He was first in the hammer throw and second in the shot put and discus throw. Reilly was first in the 880 yard run and fourth in the 1-mile run; Robertshaw, second in the hammer throw and third in the discus throw; Card, second in the 2-mile run; Rizzini, second in the 440-yard run; Feldman, third in the low hurdles and fourth in the high jump; Wright, third in the hammer throw and fourth in the low hurdles; R. Dowling, third in 1-mile run. fourth in 880-yard run, and tied for fourth place in the pole vault; Franklin, third in the high hurdles. BASEBALL Under the supervision of Mr. Carroll, a fast baseball team represented Woonsocket. It had won seven of the ten games played up to the time when “The Quiver” went to press. The three games lost were all by one run margins. Chester Woodward is captain, and Edwin Marrah, manager. The scores; at Franklin 3-4 vs. Hope 8-2 at West Warwick 13-6 at Pawtucket 7-2 vs. East Providence 5-6 at Cranston 5-6 vs. English 8-2 at Classical 7-2 at Hope 3-2 vs. West Warwick 15-2 Woonsocket finished the baseball season without another defeat. The team’s brilliant playing won the baseball pennant, Woonsocket’s third of the year. In all, the team won twelve games and lost three. Woonsocket has won first place in the League during the past six years as follows: three times in baseball, three times in track, twice in football, twice in cross country. THE QUIVER TENNIS 39 Although not a member of the new Tennis League of Providence. Woonsocket was represented tin the courts. Arthur Ingraham. 23. won the Boys’ Indoor and Outdoor Championship of Rhode Island. His brother, William Ingraham. ’20, now a student at Exeter, won the Harvard Interscholastic Championship for the second successive Vear. He has been chosen to represent New England in a tournament on the Pacific coast this summer. Several former Woonsocket High School athletes are now taking a prominent part in athletics at college. Under the direction of Mr. prank W. Keaney, former W. H. S. coach and now coach at Rhode Island State College. Fred Flynn. T7. was a member of the basketball team, Samuel McKee, ’16. and Walter Emidy, ’19, of the baseball team, Stanley Mowry, ’19. of the cross country team. Raymond Hudson. ’19, is a strong track man. In a meet with the Massachusetts Agricultural College, Hudson took three first places. He was first in the 100-yard dash, 220-yard low hurdles, and the running broad jump. Homer Rocheleau. ’20, is the strongest Freshman in the college. Gaspard Savaria, ’17, is captain of the Lehigh University baseball team. Russell Ambach, ’20, is captain of the Freshman track team at M. I. T. Stanley Spratt. ’14, was basketball captain at Bates and is now pitching good ball. Miss Merrill: “What is philosophy?” Freshman : “Some kind of geography.” By the way, that Chemistry class is a remarkable class! It has discovered at least six new elements and about a dozen substances never heard of! Miss Mowry: “How did Bacon’s life end?” Pupil: “Wrhy, he died, didn’t he—or was he killed?” Miss Devine: “Name the most interesting scene in that description.” S. Keefe: “The er- -why--the——men. 40 THE QUIVER '83—Frederic E. Whitaker addressed the Woonsocket Historical Society on January 28, on the subject, “The Race of Mystery.” '01—Letitia Cahoon has moved to Los Angeles, California, where she is teaching. 01—Judge John R. lliggins was elected State Senator. 01—Harry Rickards is now assistant manager of the Industrial Trust Co. of Woonsocket. 03—Atny Gilbert, who has spent the last two years studying physical training at Wellesley College, is now teaching at Pratt Institute. 05—David E. Worrall is associate instructor of Organic Chemistry at Tufts College, lie wrote an article entitled “The Addition of Aromatic Amines to Bromonitrostyrene” for the April issue of the “Journal of American Chemists’ Society.” 07—Christiana Caya sang in Jordan Hall, Boston, on the evening of January 19, under the auspices of the Boston Musical Association. 07—Catherine Nulty is an instructor of commercial subjects at the University of Vermont. 11—Howard Green is Sanitary Engineer for the Rockfeller Foundation, in Porto Rico. He was in charge of the raid on the Bubonic Plague, which was recently exterminated on the island. '13—Anna H. Mee is now teaching in the Woonsocket Commercial School. 13— Byron Hudson has this year given concerts and recitals before the Plantation Club of Providence, the Anon Club, the Providence Art Club at Peacedale. and at Stonington, Conn. He is at present soloist at a church in Pawtucket. 14— Harry Leon. Harvard, '18, who has been for two years at the Harvard Graduate School, is now studying at the Academia Americana in Rome. THE QUIVER 41 ’14—Esther Spratt is assistant Dietitian at the Rhode Island Hospital. ’14—Harriet Vose is an instructor in Biology at Wellesley. ’15—Ovila Lambert has successfully passed the Rhode Island Bar examination. ’16—Rodney Cook is studying at Brown for his A. M. degree. At the same time, he is assistant in the Chemistry Department and a librarian of the John Hay Library. ’17—May Moriarty is in the graduating class at the Rhode Island Hospital. ’17—Olive Rocheleau is in the City Treasurer’s office. ’18—Hortense Mayer is the principal’s clerk at W. H. S. ’18—Laura LaFond is President of the Student Council of B. U. College of Secretarial Science. '18—Ruth Schlivek recently won a Durant scholarship at Wellesley. This is a scholarship of the highest honor. ’18—Helen Thayer is President of the Student Government Association of the Women’s College at Brown. ’19—Mary Graham is teaching school in East Blackstone. ’20—Alice Redfern and Florence Lunn are taking post-graduate courses at Wr. H. S. ’20—Buell W. Hudson is in the Second Honor Group of the Freshman class at Yale. ’20—Donald Bertch received 100 per cent, in the College Board Examination in Algebra last June. MARRIAGES Mamie V. McGovern, ’02 Andrew L. Deslauriers 68 Hamlet Avenue, Woonsocket. Marjorie A. Thayer, ’10 Kenneth R. Harper New Brunswick, N. J. Ralphael Daignault. ’ll May Ella McCarthy 544 South Main Street, Woonsocket. Eleather M. Mowry, ’ll Raymond Dimon Putnam. Conn. Helen H. Archibald, T4 David Blood Los Angeles. California. Anna McGuire, T4 Eli Plasse 783 Manville Road, Woonsocket Lloyd Arnold, ’15 Gertrude Richmond Fairmount Street, Woonsocket. 42 Arlene Bethel, '15 THE QUIVER Francis Metcalf Putnam, Conn. Novella M. Eastman, '15 Clifford M. Jennings Clinton, Conn. Cora B. Morin. '15 Ulysses G. Forest Fitchburg, Mass. Florence Burdakin, '16 Harry C. Taylor, '16 58 Union Street. Woonsocket Ruth J. Hendrick, '17 Howard Niven Boston, Mass. Frances Ross, T7 Arthur Woodward Unionville, Mass. Vera Leonard, '19 Irving F. Froelich Utica, N. Y. Anna Mulligan, 19 James Creighton 242 Harris Avenue, Woonsocket Violet McKernin, '20 Herbert Smith, T6 427 South Main Street, Woonsocket. Vera Orchard, '20 Robert T. Johnson 203 Park Avenue, Woonsocket. DEATHS. '88—Lottie M. Colwell '88—Charles F. Harper 97—Waldo J. Lussier '04—Phoebe G. (Hien) Hathaway '13—Kathryn H. Rowen March 6, 1921. September 13, 1920. March 7, 1921. June 14, 1920. June 29, 1920. IN COLLEGES AND ADVANCED SCHOOLS. Bates ’14 Stanley Spratt, ’21. ’20 Elsie Mowry ’24. Brown ’17 Anna LaFond, ’21. ’18 Paul Feely. ’18 Edward Hummel, ’23. ’18 Irene Long, ’23. ’18 Hyman Mayerson, ’23. ’18 Leo O’Donnell, ’23. '18 Helen Thayer, ’22. ’19 Lottie Brindle, ’23. ’19 Joseph Eisenberg, ’23. '19 Bessie Kushelevitch, ’23. T9 Dorothy Mowry, ’23. T9 John Murphy. T9 Ruth Parsons, ’23. T9 Eva Rabinovitz, ’23. T9 Israel Rabinovitz, ’23. '20 Carlton Aldrich, ’24. ’20 James Sims, ’24. Brown Graduate School 16 Rodney Cook, Ph. B. Boston Conservatory T9 Beatrice Woolley, ’23. Boston University T8 Laura LaFond, ’22. T9 William Block. ’24. '20 Lillian Maher, ’24. ’20 Simon Schlansky, ’24. Harvard Medical School ’IS William King. ’21. Harvard School of Business Adm. T3 Ralph White. THE QUIVER 43 Holy Cross T9 Joseph McGee, '24. ’20 Raymond Betagh, ’24. Lehigh ’17 Gaspard Savaria, '21. Maine Medical School ’15 Francis King, ’21. Massachusetts Institute Technology 11 Harry Cole. ’16 Buell Card, ’21. ’17 Harmon Poole, ’22. ’20 Russell Ambach, ’24. ’20 Donald Bcrtch, ’24. Mount Holyoke ’17 Mildred Green, ’21. ’20 Dorothy Allen, ’24. ’20 Mae Litzenberger, ’24. Radcliffe ’20 Catherine Connor, ’24. Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute ’15 Raymond Richardson. Rhode Island State College ’16 Samuel McKee, ’21. ’16 Gladys Gerstle, ’21. ’17, Frederick Flynn. ’IS James Greene, ’22. ’19 Marion Cook, ’23. ’19 Walter Emidy, ’23. ’19 Griffith Godshall, ’23. ’19, Raymond Hudson, ’23. '19 Stanley Mowry, ’23. ’19 John Woolley, ’23. ’20 Robert Ewen, ’24. ’20 Leonard Hathaway, ’24. ’20 Roy Howard, ’24. ’20 Thomas McGill, Jr., ’24. '20 Morris Norman, ’24. 20 Homer Rochelcau. ’24. ’20 Burton Woodward, ’24. Simmons ’19 Helen Brown, ’23. Smith ’16 Madeline Baxter, ’22. St. Andrew’s Seminary T7 Cyril Neville. St. Lawrence University ’18 Charlotte Ayres. ’22. University of Vermont—Medical ’15 Lorenzo Emidy, ’23. Wellesley ’16 Lillian Starr, ’24. ’17 Louise Feely, ’21. ’18 Ruth Schlivek, ’22 ’19 Dorothy Beecher, ’23. ’19 Margaret Ingraham, ’23. T9 Blanche Schlivek, ’23. Wheaton T9 Dorothy Rixford, ’23. Worcester Polytechnic Institute T8 John Dufault, ’23. Yale ’20 Buell Hudson, ’24. Academia Americana, Rome T4 Harry Leon. Lowell Textile T7 Ferdinand Caya, ’22. T7 Avery Davis. T8 Charles Southwick, ’22. Durfee Textile T6 Herbert Smith, ’21. Rhode Island College of Education T7 Zita Cook, ’21. T7 Rose Morrissey, ’21. T8 Veronica Brennan, ’21. T8 Genevieve Padden, ’21. T8 Mae O’Neil. ’22. T9 Irene Kenney, ’22. T9 Madonna McMullen, ’22. T9 Dorothy Rosenblatt , ’22. ’20 Alice Flynn, ’23. ’20 Martha Kirby, ’23. ’20 Eileen McGawley, ’23. ’20 Doris Mowry, ’23. R. I. Hospital Nurses’ School T7 Mary Cook T7 Mary Moriarty. Children's Hospital, Boston T7 Irma W’illey St. Joseph’s Hospital T7 Irene McLaughlin Rhode Island School of Design T4 Marion Cook. T9 Irene Fitzsimmons. Tufts Premedical T9 Harry Levine. Wentworth Institute T5 John Carroll. Teacher: “How long have you been in this class?” P. Voelker: “I was six feet four when I came in.” Miss Cook: “What is the meaning of craven.' Freshman: “A bird.” Compliments of BELISLE BROS. Bakers 21 Rathbun St. Tel. 1393-W Compliments of WHITE CASH MARKET Compliments of CITIZEN’S NATIONAL BANK Compliments of DR. S. M. ROWEN Dentist GHIZAR1 BROS. Fresh Home-Made Candies and Ice Cream Next to Bijou 267 Main St. J. B. HUGO SAVARD, Ph. G. Registered Druggist 10 Rathbun St. Near Social Cor. E. J. DAIGNAULT Attorney-at-Law 6 Longley Building DR. A. P. COTE Dentist Longley Building Compliments of SMITH’S THEATRE SOCIAL REMNANT ROOMS COTTON DRESS GOODS, SHEETING, CURTAINS Wholesale Retail 281 Social Street Opposite Mill Office Compliments of THE ROBINSON COMPANY 170 MAIN STREET WOONSOCKET R, I. Franklin, ’22 Compliments of MODERN SHOE STORE 94 Main Street HOME OF SHOE BARGAINS Star Clerks Brenner, ’23 Winn. ’23 Compliments of GOODNOW-MORSE-BROOKS CO. H. L. CARPENTER Attorney-at-Law BURLINGAME’S MARKET for Best Cream, Butter and Occident Flour in the City Phone 124 PHILIP A. MULVEY Paints and Wall Paper Market Square Tel. 1738-W Compliments of THE OUTPUT CO. Clothing and Cloak Store 603 Clinton Street MARTIN’S Finest Shoes for Men, Women and Boys MANUEL DEVOTO Best Fruits in Season i 230 Main St,. Woonsocket, R. I. Compliments of J. C. MAILLOUX SONS THE TOGGERY SHOP “The Home of Good Clothes” 101 Main Street Compliments of JOSEPH COTE SON Compliments of DULUDE GERVAIS 555 Social Street Telephone 197-W A. S. COOK COMPANY HOME FURNISHINGS 67-69 Main Street Compliments of J. B. FARNUM COMPANY Compliments of A FRIEND Compliments of M. BOYER Compliments of A FRIEND A. L. MERRILL Compliments of Photographer Formerly in the Longley Bldg. A. ARCHAMBAULT Now permanently located at 122 Main Street Compliments of A FRIEND EUGENE J. JALBERT Compliments of R. L. DAIGNAULT JAMES H. RICKARD, JR. Attorney-at-Law 14 and 15 Longley Building Compliments of C. H. DARLING CO. KEARNS ROCHELEAU Clothes Shop and Haberdashers Corner Court and Main Streets Compliments of THE SERVICE STORE Compliments of BERARD NORTH Druggists ARTHUR BEAUDET Jeweler 111 Main Street The Nyal Store ALBERT DESROCHERS Registered Pharmacist 232 Main Street KAUFMAN’S Hats and Gents’ Furnishings 110 Main Street PRODUCERS NATIONAL BANK 164 Main Street Capital $200,000 Surplus $200,000 For Card Engravingor Invitations See RYNN, STATIONER 325 Main St. Phone 395-W J. W. MARRAH Dealer in Meats, Poultry and Vegetables Compliments of TAFT’S CLOTHES SHOP Compliments of DR. T. E. POWERS Dentist DR. W. H. HARRALL Dentist Federal Building Compliments of LA ROE’S MUSIC STORE Federal Building REMILLARD BROS. Straw Hats 276 and 296 Main Street THE KENYON GROCERY AND MARKET Telephone 1375 Compliments of FALK BROTHERS 35-37 Main St., Next to Smith’s J. J. LONG CO. Good Shoes For Men, Women and Children 310 Main Street W. S. PRESTON Stationery Blank Books School Supplies Engraving a Specialty ■243 Main Street HOPE’S For The Best Smoke COOK BROTHERS Glendale Cigars For Sale by AH Dealers Engraved Cards and Invitations for Graduations We are headquarters for high-class engraving of all kinds J. F. FLYNN’S Stationer Newsdealer M. C. PIERANNUNZI Specialist in Footwear Repairing 125 Court St., Woonsocket, R. I. MULVEY’S HAT STORE The Home of Hats JAME MULLEN CO. 76 Main Street Agents for Crawford Ranges. HoosierCabinets. Globe-Wernicke Sectional Bookcases. Bohn’s Syphon and Alaska Refrigerators. Compliments of THAYER’S CITY CASH MARKET W. MESSERE Competent Shoe Repairing 8 South Main Street Compliments of THE QUALITY STORE Ladies’ and Gents’ Clothing and Furnishings 279 Main Street, Next to the Bijou AYOTTE’S SHOE-FIX Court Square G. N. Ayotte, Proprietor Compliments of NATIONAL GLOBE BANK and MECHANICS’ SAVINGS BANK E. R. DARLING Sporting Goods Store and Auto Supplies 138 Main Street Compliments of H. FELLMAN Optometrist 132 Main Street PRODUCERS SAVINGS BANK 168 Main Street Woonsocket. R. f. Deposits $4,970,000 BAY STATE FUR CO. Fine Furs Furs Stored. Repaired and Remodeled 55 Main Street Phone 311-R I. FFINGOLD SON Jewelers 20 Main Street Compliments of DR. J. T. ROSWELL Floral Designs S. COLITZ, FLORIST Opposite Post Office Next to St. James Hotel Telephone 462 Woon. Keep the happy memory of School days for all time. Your Graduation Portrait Our styles of school pictures are appropriate to the occasion. Special discount to graduates. Make your appointments early. ♦ mmrtmt jfjome-Borfraif fyu io 329 Main Street Phone 1158-W Boys and Girls We have your Graduation Pumps and Oxfords VERONEAU’S BOOT SHOP “Home of Smart Footwear” 281 Main Street Compliments of OLYMPTA SHOE SHINE PARLORS 269 Main St. Next to the Bijou Compliments of DANIELS’ VARIETY STORE Compliments of DR. J. J. GEARON Good Coal and Good Service Buy Now and Save Money Keep the Miners Working Prevent Shortage in the Fall New England Coal Co. 77 Main Street - 57 Cumberland Street 632 River Street McCarthy’s The Store Reliable Accommodating Always INDUSTRIAL TRUST COMPANY WOONSOCKET BRANCH WOONSOCKET, R. I. Compliments of SIMMONS MAXON 129 MAIN STREET Y- JVC, O, A. SUMMER MEMBERSHIP TO OCTOBER FIRST SENIORS, $6.00 BOYS, $3.00 Swimming, Tennis and other Features £■ 4 • -T N r • % ■ x( t SsM'SJi - i 4 - . -- - A .' +• j- j . . JS- J L- •- • � - - . VS’ v4 ; • • ■■W c ■' A '•' Coji. - r;-.-. !v «— v35 r%.: fr. ?: S S£ 3• 'i.v-£ - .-H• - 2 ..;• jh£ ■ .v -.L-' Sr •. • v i £ r - f £K ;.T