Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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

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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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THE QUIVER 23 aunt, who was supposed to be waiting for us; but to our great surprise and disappointment, we did not find anybody. We learned later that she had accepted a position in Chicago a week before and had gone without knowing anything of our arrival. By luck, we met an agent of a French hotel, to which we were taken and where arrangements were made for our going to Lawrence. When we arrived at the South Station, Boston, we were greatly embarrassed, for we did not know where to go; but we knew that we i.ad to get to the North Station. How we happened to find our way is still a mystery to me. When we got on the elevated car, it was so full that 1 had to stand; and when it started, it gave such a jerk that I fell on the floor. Just think how you would have felt, a foreigner, not dressed like the others, not able to talk English, and having everybody looking and laughing at you! When we reached the North Station, we were greatly surprised, because we thought at first that we were in the same station as before—they look so much alike. My father then took his railroad ticket and showed the name of the city to which we wanted to go to one of the employees. Then, my father, taking out his watch, gave it to him. We were fortunate enough to have met a man of good-will, who understood what we wanted. He turned the hands of the watch to the time that the train was to start. We got on the train and arrived in Lawrence at eleven o’clock at night. Misfortune surely followed 11s to the last minute, for another of my aunts, who lived in that city, was not there. We showed the address to which we wanted to go to a taxi-man, who took us there. At the door, we found the telegram we had sent from New York. My aunt was in bed. hen she got up and we entered the house, we sighed, for at last, after all our misfortunes, we were safe and sound in this so-much-desired country. You, Reader, will probably find this a queer story and perhaps humorous; but it is true, and for us. at that time, it was 110 laughing matter, for we wondered if we should ever get here safely. ANDRE A. BRUYERE. '23. “THE QUIVER” The Quiver is a jolly book. It draws from you a second look. Buy one every single year. And own a library of good cheer. VALMA GILPIN, ’23.