Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.

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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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16 THE QUIVER V. When my brother entered the first grade at school, he came home every day for about a week and said that the teacher kept saving, “Cigarette! Cigarette!” to them, and he wanted to know what she meant. So one day when my mother met a little girl from Raymond's class, she asked her what it was that the teacher said that Raymond thought was “Cigarette. The little girl thought a minute and then said, “It must he ‘sit erect’; that sounds a little like ‘Cigai ette,’ doesn’t it?” FRANCES F. TAYLOR VI. One day last summer, my aunt bought a number of lobsters for dinner and carefully showed the new maid, Stella, how to cook them and then take the small green vein out of each one. She then went upstairs to dress, leaving Stella to complete the preparations for dinner. When dinner was ready, Stella brought in the platter, apparently covered with nicely cooked lobsters. Imagine our dismay a moment later when my aunt exclaimed, “She has thrown away all the meat and has brought in—the empty shells.” FRANCES F. TAYLOR. VII. When I was a little girl, our family occupied a cottage at Newport, R. I., from July to September. We were all there with the exception of Father, who came on Thursdays and Sundays. All through July I did not feel lonesome for Woonsocket or my little friends, hut in August 1 longed to come hack. I used to cry and beg Mother to come home, but she always told me that it was much more comfortable in Newport. 1 could see neither sense nor reason in Mother’s argument, so when Father came, I begged him to take me home; hut he told me that there was no one at home to take care of me. It was customary for someone to escort Father to the boat. One Monday morning, Benjamin and I went. Father took me on hoard while Benjamin went for a short walk with some friends. When I came off the boat, my brother was nowhere to he seen. I told Father that he would have to take me to Woonsocket because I could not go hack to the cottage alone ; so home to Woonsocket I came, dressed in a thin white voile dress, without a hat or coat. When we arrived in Providence, Father telephoned Mother so that she would not worry about me. In Woonsocket, he bought me a hat and a coat. He then took me to my grandmother’s, where 1 remained for two long days, after which I was glad to have my aunt take me hack to my mother, sisters, and brothers. IDA ESTHER FALK.