Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE QUIVER 13 between the ridges like a huge, white snake. A turbulent stream, the original ice-water, issued from beneath the mass. A few aspens and spruces were making a game struggle for existence in the terminal moraines. All the afternoon we roamed over the rocky cliffs and by nightfall we were very tired. That evening, after returning to camp, Hal and I enjoyed one of the most beautiful sights imaginable. the moon rising over a glacier. The ice, bathed in a white light, sparkled and gleamed and took many fantastic shapes and forms. It was so beautiful and fascinating that it was midnight before Hal and 1 got to sleep. The next morning, with many a backward glance, we left the Mendenhall Glacier and again took the Glacier Highway on our way to Skagway. We passed Auke l.ake and Auke Inlet, where we saw several canneries and one or two summer homes. As we approached Eagle River, we noticed very fertile land, which was extensively cultivated. From Auke Inlet to Skagway. the road was not very good because the construction work had reached only Auke Inlet, although the preliminary survey extended to Eagle River. We reached Skagway in due time, and after a day’s rest, began our long journey home, following the route by which we had come. Late one night in the middle of September, we arrived in Woonsocket. We had had a remarkable trip and had learned much from experience. To us. the Glacier Highway was a wonder way, for from it we had seen canneries, farms, forests, cliffs, rivers, snow-capped peaks, and glaciers. From one spot we had seen four glaciers, Mendenhall. Herbert, Lemon, and Eagle, which, if united, would cover thousands of acres. '1'his was the most inspiring sight of our t ip. ROLAND HARRALL. MEMORY PICTURES I. I think that the thing I shall remember longest about my voyage over to the United States will be the first American girl 1 ever knew. Her name was Marjorie. She was always so sure that she knew more than anyone else, so sure that she should always be first in everything, that it was only natural that the rest of us should not like her very well. She probably felt this way because she was older than we ; we were only nine or ten, she was—thirteen. One day, one of the girls suggested that we play “I Spy.” Marjorie said that we would play it, but she would be first. She began, “I spy with my little eye something beginning with L. L.” We guessed everything we could think of, but finally gave up. I hen she

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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

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14 THE QUIVER said, “Why, ’lectric light. You are slow.” As we could not make her l elie e that there should have been an E at the beginning of “ ’lectric,” we gave her another chance. This time she said I). X. After we had given up again, we found that stood for door knob. Then we gave the game up in disgust and decided to play something else. I had a very poor opinion of American girls when 1 landed. MINNIE LORD. II. I am now seventeen years old. but it seems as if it were only yesterday that I romped and played and found everlasting happiness in a big. one-cent “lollypop.” How I did like to climb trees! 1 shall never forget the last time I climbed one. It was a warm, sunny afternoon in July. My little friends were dreadfully uninteresting, and—well. 1 just did want some excitement even if 1 had to go in search of it alone. As 1 strolled into a wood near the house, what did my gaze rest upon but a wonderful, big tree, which looked so easy to climb. I’d show mv little friends how clever and brave I was. At last I reached the first branch, although my dear little pink and white checked gingham dress was almost torn to shreds and the knees of both my stockings had vanished. Hut what of that? I had climbed the tree and now I was going to have so much fun. Bow-wow-wow!! What was that ' Mercy! that terrible, half-mad bull terrier belonging to Mrs. Brown had broken loose, for part of the chain dangled from his collar, and there he stood underneath the tree, staring at me with his cruel eyes and “bow-wowing” his head off! What! Was he trying to climb the tree? Oh. how I racked my poor little brain to remember if dogs could climb trees. What if he could? W hat would become of me? hinallv the dog got tired, so he lav down with a determined “I’ll-stay-here-till-you-come-down” look on his face. What should I do? It was late and Mother bad told me that if I were late for supper again, something would happen. Oh, how I hoped that doggie would go away soon! But doggie had no such idea in his head. When it came supper time, and then long past supper time. I just couldn’t keep back the tears, and soon I was wailing and screaming. Mother, who was out looking for me. heard my cries and with Mrs. Brown, who was looking for that terrible dog. came to the rescue. I need not tell you how shocked Mother was; but I will say that after Mrs. Brown had got control of her dog and Mother had made me come down from the tree, I was sent to bed without any supper, just as soon as I got home. GERTRUDE GEARY.