Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE QUIVER YOUNG AMBITION 19 It happened a long time ago, when my brother was but a little hoy. It was before the invention of the modern watering cart. The old style cart had a wonderful fascination for little Tom. lie used to like to follow it around the streets, but his sense of direction was not very well developed. One day came the tragic ending. Tom got lost and was duly brought home by a policeman. Upon his arrival, he was spanked in good American fashion and was told never to go near the watering cart again. During the sobbing which usually follows such an operation, Tom jumped from his chair and dashed into the parlor. My mother happened to look into the room a few minutes later, and behold! there stood Tom, eagerly watching the watering cart going by. EILEEN V. GILCHRIST. “PARTLY INSURED.” When 1 was about five years old, my brother had a friend who lived on a farm. One windy night in March, his house w'as partially destroyed by fire. The following day, my brother read from the newspaper, “The building was partly covered by insurance.” I listened, pondered a while, then asked, “Which part was covered by insurance— the part that burned, or the other one?” Everyone laughed long and loudly. I wondered why. It was not until several years later that I understood. LAUREATE E. TKINQUE, ’23 CUTTING A TOOTH. When I was about six years old and my sisters insisted that I was too small to go anyw'here with them, I often spent a great deal of my lime enjoying the company of the baby, Ruth Blake, who lived next door. One day I was cutting paper dolls for her. and my ow n. benefit, when the telephone bell rang. It was her father, w'ho w’orked out of town, calling. He inquired how' the baby was. Mrs. Blake replied: “She hasn’t been feeling very well. I think she is cutting a tooth.” I overheard this, so I reassuringly called out, “No, she isn’t, Mrs. Blake. I’ve got the scissors.” VERONICA MANNING, ’23.

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18 THE QUIVER The spider made the first attack. He made a quick jump on the wasp and tried to bite her; but the wasp was alert and with a quick motion, snapped off one of the spider’s legs that had come too close to her mouth. The spider got away quickly and began circling the wasp in order to get her off her guard; but the wasp was very vigilant, and the spider could not get a chance to strike at a vital spot. The spic'.er had also to contend with a double armed adversary. The wasp had not only her powerful jaws, but also a sharp, poisoned dagger, a thrust of which would end the spider’s life in a second. It was full five minutes before either succeeded in disposing of his enemy. The spider, after repeated attempts to catch the wasp off her guard, saw a free opening to the wasp’s neck. It took only a second for the spider to ciart at the wasp, sting her with his fangs, and get away. Almost instantly the wasp failed to move. The spider had dealt her a death blow, that had killed her instantly. After a short period of rest, the spider dragged his victim to his den, there to feast on her. He well deserved his repast, for, although victor, he was not unscathed. He was to have his feast after the battle, as the knights of by-gone centuries used to have. To me this was a very interesting experience. When I brushed the wasp into the spider’s web, I had no idea that I should witness a struggle between two of Nature’s fiercest children. REMO RAM ELLA, ’23. ORIGINAL MYTHS I Why Bees Buzz Many, many years ago, in northern Asia, there lived a good king He owned a large forest, about five miles from his palace, in which he frequently hunted. In the middle of this forest was a large tree with a bench below it, where the hunters would rest when they were tired. In this tree there lived a bee, but the king did not know it. The bee’s home was not much higher than three or four feet from the bench, and many times the bee had looked from his little home upon the tired hunters. One day the king, after a long hunt, came and sat under this tree. After a while, he fell asleep. He had been sleeping about two hours

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