Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.

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22 THE QUIVER A LOST CHILD When I was two years old, we lived on a farm in Uxbridge. One afternoon, about two o’clock, I had been out of sight for several minutes when Mother missed me. She went outdoors, looked for me, called me. but got no reply. Horrified, she ran to Father and told him that I was nowhere to be found. There were six men working on the farm. Dad called them together and assigned a different direction to each one, telling them they must look for the lost child. All the family joined. The hired men searched the woods, while Father and Mother inquired at the neighbors’. At four o’clock, Mother was so tired and worried that she was forced to go home. Before entering the house, she decided to pick up a comforter which had been spread on the law n for an airing before being stored away for the summer. Accordingly, she lifted one corner. To her great surprise, she espied two little shoes. It took but another second to pull up the comforter. There I lay— peacefully sleeping! The men, by this time, had grown tired of searching in vain. It was a great relief to them when Dad told them, “The lost is found.” LAURETTE E. TRINQUE, ’23. MY COMING TO AMERICA. My parents and I lived in Northern France. For a number of years, my father had dreamed of the land of America, the land of wonders, the land of riches, as everybody said. Finally, in 1913, he decided to join one of my aunts, who had already been here for a few years. We reached Le Havre, the city where we w'ere to embark; and when I saw the huge ship, I wondered how it could float. Such a weight! As I got on the ship, I felt happy and gay; but when I heard the engine and saw that we were getting away from the land, I felt an emotion seize me, something I could not explain, and although I was but seven years old. every detail will remain engraved upon my memory all my life. The first day on board was pleasant; but from the second on, my father and I were seasick and had to stay on deck all the time. My mother alone could go to the dining room. All my father and I had was air, and all we could see was waves, waves, waves! The scenery was not very beautiful, although not so lonesome as one would think. At last, after six days and a half of such a sight, we perceived the Statue of Liberty. As we landed, we looked around anxiously for my