Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE QUIVER June, 1922 Price, 30 Cents WITH PONCHO AND FRYING PAN Last summer I spent my vacation in a little village situated in that lovely part of the country between the Hudson River and the Connecticut line. I was there nearly six weeks, that were packed as full of fun as they possibly could be; but perhaps the “bat” that I enjoyed the most was the over-night hike we took, coming back from a camping trip at a lake nearby. On the last day of camp, most of the girls and their luggage were sent off on the truck, leaving to the seven hikers the work of cleaning up the camp grounds. By four o’clock this was satisfactorily accomplished. and we sat down to rest our weary selves. It was put to vote and unanimously carried that we should take at least twenty minutes for a swim before starting out. That twenty minutes grew to fifty; but oh. the joy of lolling around in cool water with no tempestuous voung campers to keep an eye on, after one has been scrubbing floors, blacking stoves, and trying to restore newly varnished tables to their previous state of shininess! After our swim, we collected the blankets and provisions and proceeded to do up the blankets into business-like rolls and to divide the bacon, eggs, bread, oranges, frying pan, and matches among us. My lot was fourteen oranges done up in a gay red and white towel tied with a ribbon, which I slipped over my shoulders, and a greasy, black frying pan, attached to my belt with a safety-pin. It was six

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6 THE QUIVER o’clock before the last pack was adjusted, the last stray orange collected, the last snapshots taken, and we were off. What fun! We walked, perhaps, four miles before a halt was called for supper. In a field near a blackberry patch we built our fire and cooked half our bacon and eggs. Cutting bread with a jackknife requires time and patience, but it can be done. We had blackberries for dessert, and each filled her drinking cup with berries for refreshment later on. Then 1 blessed the frying pan, for think how many m »re berries a frying pan will hold than a mere drinking cup. We started on again, singing camp songs, telling jokes and stories. The road runs past a large tract of State property that is fenced by a long stone wall simply made to be walked on, so we walked on it. By half past eight, it was so dark that we decided to turn in. We stopped at a farmhouse for water and then turned off the road into a little clearing in the woods, near enough to a brook so that we could hear its tinkle, tinkle, as it wound its way down the hillside. There was no moon, but the stars were out in full force, winking at us as if they wondered what we were doing there. Bv nine, we were settled for the night, our heads pillowed on our shoes and on anything else that was handy, and were soon sung to sleep by an orchestra of crickets and katydids. About one o’clock I was awakened by a bang at my head and discovered that my neighbor, in trying to move off a stone, had collided with the frying pan and was endeavoring to get it out of the way by putting it on me. Between us, we got it where it would do no more harm and were soon asleep, not to awaken again until nearly six. When it was light, we discovered that we were in another blackberry patch, so we made a respectable meal. It was very foggy, but by seven o’clock the sun had won his way through and was shining down on us with a promise of being uncomfortably hot later on. We walked on through the early morning hush, keeping our eyes open for apple trees and cornfields conveniently situated. It is marvelous how many apples and ears of corn can be tucked away in poncho rolls and bloomer legs. Breakfast was the next thing on the program : first course, bacon, eggs, and bread; second course, roast corn with bacon grease; third course, green apples fried in bacon fat. If you have never eaten green apples sliced with a jackknife and fried in bubbling hot bacon fat over an open fire and stirred with a stick sharpened by that same jackknife, then you have missed more than you can possibly realize. When the last crumb had disappeared and the frying pan had been wiped clean on a burdock leaf, we realized that a storm was