Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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20 THE QUIVER and asked, “Where is my orange? My grandfather quickly replied, “It was your orange that I ate. The other is mine.” John was very angry and for many days afterward he would not speak to his chum. They soon made up, however, and were always great friends. Even today, when they happen to meet, John will ask, “Where’s my orange ?” MAURICE BACHAND. 111. When my grandmother was about nine years old, she went with her parents to live on a farm in New Hampshire. Everything about the place was new and strange to her. One day she went with her brother, Ernest, to collect the eggs. Some of the eggs were light brown and the others were white. When she saw her brother taking a white egg out of the nest, sne became very much excited and wanted him to leave it there. “But why, Elizabeth?” asked Ernest. “Because it isn’t cooked yet. It should be brown, like the others,” replied Elizabeth, knowingly. KATHRYN DELAND. IV. When my grandmother was five years old, she went to spend the night with a neighbor. The next morning at breakfast her hostess put some condensed milk into a little tea for her. Grandma decided that she did not care for any tea. Upon her return home, while relating her experiences to her mother, she said that she had enjoyed her visit very much, but that she did not like white paint in her tea. GENEVEIVE QUINN.

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THE QUIVER 19 When, some time later, the train drew out, it left a group of happier children, whose bodies had been strengthened and warmed by food. Among the group stood Olga and little Ivan. Olga bent gentl} over her baby brother and whispered happily, “Oh, Ivan, don t you feel better now?” And they turned and disappeared, a pathetic picture to the eyes of inanv an older person. MADELEINE ROSWEI.L. WHEN OUR GRANDPARENTS WERE YOUNG I. When Grandfather was a boy, he had a pet canary. One day it was found badly mangled on the floor. Both he and his sister, Florence, or Fudge, as she was called, blamed the little kitten; but there were two kittens, and so the youngsters decided that both must be executed immediately. Each took a kitten and started off for the mill-pond, about a mile away. It was very shallow, really a mud-hole. The kittens were thrown in, but naturally they ran right out again. The children procured long sticks and tried to hold them down, but it was of no use. The youngsters fought for nearly an hour without resting, until the cats were nearly dead. Their little faces were so pitiful and their eyes were so wide with terror that at last Fudge s heart would not allow her to see them drown. In an instant she picked them up and ran home with them. My grandfather was terribly angry and said it was “just like a girl; they always backed out!” But when he reached home, he was finally made to realize that it had been the right thing to do, because one of the kittens was innocent II. My grandfather was sent to school at the age of eight, with his cousin, John, who lived next door. They always walked to and from school together. Every day they stopped at their grandmother’s for something to eat. . One day John was sick and could not go to school. My grandfather stopped as usual on his way home. After learning that John was sick, his grandmother gave him two oranges and said. “Keep one for yourself and take the other to John.” On the way he ate one of the oranges and put the other into his pocket. When he reached John’s, he went in to tell him the news. John listened with interest

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THE QUIVER 21 EDITORIALS EDITORIAL STAFF AGNES WINN, '22, Editor-in-Chief RAYMOND CHAPUT, ’23, Business Manager EVELYN BOOTH, ’22 GERTRUDE LEVEIN, ’23 RICHARD CONNELL, '22 GLADYS RANDALL, 23 HULDAH VOSE, '24 EDITORIALS Another June has arrived and the Class of 1922, with seventy-six members, is to be graduated from Woonsocket High School. 1 he registration, totaling 453, was exceptionally large this year—so large, in fact, that it was necessary to join two of the smaller unused rooms and make one large classroom. Forty-two new desks were put in and every one of them was occupied. There were more boys than girls registered for the first time in the history of our school. There have been a great many changes in the faculty this year. The School Committee had planned not to elect anyone to fill the vacancy left by Mr. Donlon’s resignation to become principal of the Earle Street School. When a very large class of Freshmen entered, it was necessary to appoint two new teachers. Mr. James Murphy. W. H. S., T3, Rhode Island State, T7, and Miss Ruth Bartley, Middle-bury, T5, were chosen. Miss Julia Dorrington, Boston University, C.L.A., was elected to succeed Miss Whitney, who resigned last June. The vacancy caused by Mr. Carroll’s resignation to succeed Mr. W. A. Mowry as Superintendent of Schools, was filled by Mr. Byron A. I .add, Colby, T5. In January, Miss Rocheleau resigned to accept a position in Worcester. She was succeeded by Miss Florence Char-land, Rhode Island College of Education, '20.