Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.

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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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THE QUIVER III. 15 When I lived in Brockton and was about three years old, I had my first, and only, experience in a police station. I was always very adventurous and assertive. At this youthful age, I was accustomed to go down to my father’s store on Main Street. It was rather a distance from my home, through the congested business thoroughfares. I always left home with Grandma’s command, “When you are crossing the streets, be sure to look to the right and the left,” ringing in my ears. One day a meddlesome, but well-meaning, lady saw me on Green Street and thought that I was lost. She proceeded to take me to the station. Proceeded is good, because I kicked and “protested” all the way. I knew where I was going and I didn’t want any unnecessary interruptions. Things didn’t fare much better there, because I stubbornly refused to tell my name, “Gaga Randall, destination, or home address, but just kept asking questions. In des peration. they gave me crayons and paper. Finally, I had been gone so long that Mother called up the station to see if I were there. Later, they gladly surrendered me to my father, for, I am told. I held the championship for question-asking for many years. GLADYS V. E. RANDALL. IV. When my sister, Marion, was four years old, my sister, Gladys, was only a few hours old, and to the elder this difference of age seemed a great deal, and she longed for Gladys to grow up quickly so that they might play together. Now Marion had always disliked to eat the crusts of her bread, and the nurse had told her that if she would only eat them, they would make her grow and also make her have curly hair, her two great ambitions. Marion, therefore, used her little brain and reasoned that if crusts would make her grow', why would they not make her little sister, Gladys, grow? So the young thinker saved the crusts from her bread for three meals, by putting them on the board under the dining-room table. As soon as she had a little stored away in her secret hiding place, she stole into the bed-room, where, lying in a crib, was Baby Gladys, whom the nurse had left for just a moment. Marion stuffed the crusts dowrn the helpless infant’s throat, and. when the nurse came in a few seconds later, she found Gladys choked almost to death. BERTHA L. H. RANDALL.