Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.”

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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?”

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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.