Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE QUIVER “IMPRESSIONS FROM ‘AFTERNOON OF A FAUN’ ” 11 Impression from the Prelude, “Afternoon of a Faun,’’ by Claude Debutty, as played by the Boston Symphony Orchestra. Can I forget that fanciful prelude? Can I believe those persons ignorant, Who say that worthless are your compositions? ’Tis that they do not know your magic power, And so they judge without just cause or reason. As I sat in the hall, so silent and still, In my soul, 1 saw the visions which you saw. Highly colored, like a beauteous fairyland, With blue and gold and red and purple bright. I felt a beauty which was true—yes, true! 1 shivered with delight and happiness, And wished that I could hear your tones forever. But alas, too soon, your inspiration ceased; And in a minute, all was gone—was gone— The magic rhythm of the dance so gay, The chords with all their color and mystery. The shy faun with its nimble, joyful dance, Were gone to the land of charm and strange delight. The trees of gold, of blue, and brilliant green— The lake with waters blue and amethystine, All faded to a color pale and dull. I see thee still in fleeting visions. Often in day dreams when I pensive seem, And again I feel the joy and colors bright Which I perceived from your prelude inspiring, “The Afternoon of a Faun,” O Claude Debussy. EUGENE MAILLOUX

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10 THE QUIVER crib; the other, that of a little dog, frightened by his surroundings, trembling on the floor of the baggage car. So he went home with a troubled conscience and a heavy heart. A troubled conscience does not help one’s sleep. Bobbie’s father did not sleep well that night. Laddie rode in the baggage car until the clerk put him off at a small town about twelve miles from home. He was rather dazed at first, but the night air soon restored his jarred senses, and he started at a slow trot, his instinct guiding him in the direction from which he had come. He reached the town before sunrise, but he wandered about for a long time before finding any familiar landmarks. Finally he bounded up the street on which his little master lived. Bobbie came down that morning, as gay as ever, knowing nothing of the events of the night before. When he sat down to breakfast, there was an awkward silence. His father was staring at his plate. His mother cast furtive glances in his direction. Soon Bobbie exclaimed, “Why, where’s Laddie this morning?” There was a pause, which was broken by a low whine on the porch. All three ran to the door, but Bobbie reached it first. He opened it and rushed out to meet his little friend. Father heaved a sigh of relief, and even Mother seemed glad when she saw the happy expression on the two little faces. And Laddie stayed. PAUL W. CARD. DREAMING Oh! would I had a fairy bark To roam the sapphire seas, Where gentle winds the billows mock With playful melodies. Oh! I would sail and sail and sail, Nor home my course I’d bend. Till I had conquered tide and gale And reached the rainbow’s end. MADELEINE ROSWELL.

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12 THE QUIVER MY TRIP TO ALASKA (After studying “The Literary Digest for December 31, 1921.) When I was twenty years old, my chum and 1 went to Alaska by automobile. Sounds incredible, but at that time we were young am! vigorous. Both of us had worked the preceding summer and ha l saved our money ; and after many stormy hours of pleading we event i ally gained our parents’ permission. For a month we were making preparations, and finally, one morning in the first part of June, we set out. I lal and 1 were decked out in new camping clothes and Henry was as spick and span as could he. Henry was one of those old-time Fords, which run along with a tick, tick, tick, like an Ingersoll watch. The rear of the machine was piled high with camping utensils and spare parts for Henry. Our destination was the Mendenhall Glacier. To tell of our experiences on the trip across the continent would take a whole book. It is sufficient to say that we arrived at Juneau safely, after having experienced some of the most exciting and thrilling incidents. It had taken about a month to reach Juneau, so it was early one Tuesday morning about the first of July when we left that city to visit the Mendenhall Glacier, the real goal of our trip. We became excited and Henry let us know his ideas on the subject by having a blow-out. This put a damper on our enthusiasm, but not lor long. We traveled the Glacier Highway, a wonderful road built by an agreement between the Forest Service, the Bureau of Public Roads, the Alaska Road Commission, and the Territorial Road Commission. I his road extended from Juneau northward to Berner’s Bay, a distance of almost sixty miles. We followed this road for eleven miles, past many sawmills, canneries, farms, and dairy ranches, until we came to where a branch road turned off to Mendenhall Glacier. Upon going around a sharp corner, we came face to face with the object of our trip. For a minute we sat stunned, awed. We looked at each other with the same thought in our minds: “I didn't know there was so much ice anywhere short of the North Pole.” Having recovered our breath, we drove up to within two hundred yards of the glacier, where we pitched camp. We set up our tent, for we intended to stay at least twenty-four hours. About one o clock we started on our exploration trip. Mendenhall Glacier lies in a valley between two mountain ranges. The steep and rocky slopes of these mountains have been carved into many fantastic figures by this great, slowly moving river of ice. We climbed up one of the slopes, and then what a wonderful view we had ! Below us, as far as we could see, lay the vast sheet of ice. twisting and turning