Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.

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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

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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