Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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20 THE QUIVER

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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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THE QUIVER 21 (Continued from page 18) when he felt a sting on his hand and awoke, to see a huge, venomous reptile gliding away. He looked around and saw the bee, which told him that he had been just in time to save his life. The king still felt the sting on his hand. In gratitude to the bee, he gave him many gifts, lie also gave him and his descendants the power to buzz, so that in saving other people, they could do so without stinging them. NINO FERRARI, ’26. II Why the Lily Droops Her Head Many years ago, when people believed in worshipping gods and goddesses, there dwelt in a huge castle the little princess Adrianne. Although she was surroundeu with almost every luxury, she was not content, but longed for a companion. Her step-sister, Helen, was very cruel to her and tried in every way to get rid of her. One day, while Adrianne was running away from Helen, she saw coming toward her a wonderful chariot driven by a youth very richly clothed. He stopped and asked what her trouble was. Before the princess could answer, Helen, who had caught up to her, told him that Adrianne had disobeyed the laws of the gods and deserved to be punished. Jason, the youth, said nothing, but seized Adrianne in his arms and bore her away with him. They traveled far up into the clouds, and Adrianne stared around in wonder. Jason then told her that he was the son of one of the gods a.id knew that her sister had lieJ. Adrianne poured out her whole : lory to Jason, telling him that she had never been happy in the castle. Jason said that he would grant her any request. She wished to become a beautiful lily which bloomed in the sunshine, for she knew that she could at least be away from the dreaded castle. Xo sooner had she said this than the change occurred; but because of her many troubles. Jason could not make her entirely happy, and so her head was drooped. Helen, her wicked sister, did not escape punishment, however, for Jason immediately hastened to the castle, and, telling her that it never paid to tell a lie, changed her into a large, ugly toad. He then went to Mt. Olympus and tenderly watched over the little lily, which bloomed on the earth in the sunshine. LOUISE ARNOLD, ’26.