Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

Text from Pages 1 - 100 of the 1924 volume:

°i Quiver Board, 1924 Compliments of ST. JAMES HOTEL MODERN SHOE STORE 94 Main Street STAR CLERKS Brown, ’21 Cook, ’18 Winn, ’23 To All the High School Graduates CONGRATULATIONS AND GOOD LUCK JOHN C. COSSEBOOM Compliments of THE STAR ELECTRIC CO. 14-16 South Main Street Compliments of THE BARNAI WORSTED CO. Compliments of WOONSOCKET INSTITUTION FOR SAVINGS A SATISFACTORY SOURCE OF FUEL SUPPLY NEW ENGLAND COAL CO., INC. The Massachusetts General Hospital Training School for Nurses Founded 1873 Graduates Number 1500 Three-year course in theory and practice of nursing. Maintenance, school uniform, and text-books supplied. Educational requirement high school diploma. Entrance January, April and September. SALLY JOHNSON, R.N., Principal, Boston, Massachusetts. Compliments of GOCDNOW-MCRSE-BRGCKS CO JAMES MULLEN CO. Agents for FURNITURE, RUGS, LINOLEUM Crawford Ranges and Globe-Wernicke Sectional Book Cases Compliments of FALK BROTHERS 35 Main Street HEADQUARTERS FOR ELECTRICAL WASHERS Easy and ABC JOS. PRATT 63 Main Street E. SCATTERGOOD CO. HOME FURNISHINGS 67-69 Main Street See the Beautiful Gruen Wrist Watch that we will give to the Girl Graduate cf W. H. S. 1924, who appears the neatest and least expensively drecsed at Graduct.on H. FELLMAN SONS, INC. JEWELERS 124 Ma n Street_________ LIBERTY CONFECTIONERY CO. Ghizari Bros., Props. HOME-MADE CANDY AND ICE CREAM Compliments of LA TRIBUNE PUBLISHING CO. H. L. CARPENTER L. W. CONLCN, NLJ. Attomey-at-Lav 16-17 Long’ey Building Compliments of GLENBRCOK MILLS Mason Street Compliments of WOONSOCKET TRUST CO. 106 Main Street CITIZENS NATIONAL BANK VOSE, THE FLORIST Herman G. Dolbeck FLORAL DESIGNS, DECORATIONS, PLANTS AND CUT FLOWERS 241 Main Street Woonsocket, R. I. Compliments of WOONSOCKET FALLS MILL Chesman C. Spratt IIn flDcmonam The influence that Chesman C. Spratt, who served for eleven years as Principal of the Woonsocket High School, exercised over all who knew him personally in this city and elsewhere is so great that the chief facts of his life and work are bound to be of interest to the readers of the “Quiver.” He was born at Palermo, Maine, on May 28, 1867. His elementary education was received in the small country schools of his native town and his secondary education in the Central Institute at Pittsfield, from which he was graduated in 1889. He then went to Hates College, from which he received his degree in 1893. The summer after his graduation from college he married Miss Minnie Lois Gardner, who proved to be a remarkable helpmate for him during the remainder of his life. In September, 1893, he became principal of the high school at Richmond, Maine, and remained in this position until 18%. During these years his two children, Esther and Stanley, were born. The following fall he became principal of North Bridgton Academy, where he remained for seven years. The work that he performed here was so remarkable that the academy, which had n- t prospered in the few years preceding, increased greatly in numbers and acquired a superior scholastic standing. In 1903, he left the academy and went to the University School at Detroit. The following year he studied at the Harvard Graduate School and then became principal of the Putnam High School, where he remained for seven years. From Putnam he came to Woonsocket, where he assumed the principalship at the high school in September, 1912. Here he remained until his sudden and unexpected death on November 12, 1923. During his extended residence in this city he devoted his high ability and energy unsparingly to the Woonsocket High School. These are the main facts of his unobtrusive and diligent life. His strong and attractive character, his keen sense of justice, and his great interest in the activities of this school will long be remembered by the pupils, teachers, and alumni of the Woonsocket High School. tHe quiver EDITORIAL STAFF LOUISE ULLMAN, '24, Editor-in-Chief WILLIAM PRESTON, ’24, Business Manager METCALFE WALLING, '25, Assistant Business Manager ABIGAIL BICKNELL. 24 DOROTHY ROBINSON. '25 MADONNA MULLIGAN, '24 ROBERT McKAY. 25 CAP AH RAKER. ’26 SCHOOL! School! How many different emotions that word can arouse. To the small child who has not yet entered school, the word brings expectations not unmixed with awe. To the small boy. it is a place where he is compelled to sit still, where teachers are very unjust, and where he gets punished for practically nothing. To the older 8 THE QUIVER boy, it becomes a place where hard work and play are mixed, a plan; where one tries to do as little work as possible and pass, a place where, if he is that kind of a boy, athletic opportunities are opened. But it is, perhaps, by the man who has been out of school for several years that the keenest emotion is felt. His Alma Mater! What would he not give to be back there with nothing to do all day long but prepare lessons and recite them! What a life! Weren’t those teachers the best people ever? They were always anxious to help a fellow. What a pity those chaps in high school didn’t realize it! The nightmares he used to have while walking to classes with a lesson only partly prepared! No, not at night. Studies seldom worried him at night. Oh yes. once in a while he brought a book home. Too bad he didn’t study harder! There was one teacher of whom he was rather afraid. He never forgot to take all his books to that class for fear of having to stay after school. It seemed cpieer at the time, but even now when he goes to the office, he always stops to think whether or not he has forgotten anything. He somehow feels that she may be there waiting to see. Oh, the Algebra problems he struggled with! Wish to goodness all he had to do now was to study over an Algebra problem. Took so much time when one wanted to play ball. Algebra and ball! Hadn’t thought of them for ages. They certainly did develop a fellow. Wonder what he’d do if he went back now? He’d like the opportunity to try again; he would get much more out of it. He’d like to give those “kids” some “pointers.” They’d probably laugh. He used to. How crazy it seemed for old folks to come back and tell what they did in school! He remembers one man who talked when he was there. He talked a long time about something or other. Oh, } es! What they should get out of school. He had thought it a good joke at the time. He knew what he was getting out of it. But. come to think about it. that was a pretty good speech. School! a complete existence in itself. No place like it. No, sir! THE QUIVER 9 RULES ARE MADE FOR GUR GOOD, LET’S OBEY THEM Why is it that the minute anyone says the word, rule, we become stubborn? Rules are really the most simple things in the world to obey. They are merely guide posts, showing us the right direction and helping us to follow it. How well should we be able to conduct ourselves in school without our guide posts? The first rule of the day is that we reach our home rooms at the appointed moment. Just imagine the delay there would be if we took our time about it. Then there are rules of order. In a large institution, these rules are absolutely necessary, but it is these rules that are the most offensive to our pride. How we do hate to believe that we are just one small part of a large whole, and yet that is just what we are. If one part of an engine does not function properly, the whole engine is either directly or indirectly affected. It is just the same at school. We don’t realize that when we do something to annoy a teacher, although it may seem a trivial act to us, we are clogging the machinery. It is so easy to do things without thinking, while, if we used a little thought, so many little annoyances could be avoided. Next year let’s start a campaign against petty disturbances, for in reality we are only obeying the old law, that what cannot be done by all should not be done by one. 10 THE QUIVER “THE ROAD TO VAGABONDIA.” He was only a little yellow dog, of the kind that no pne seems to want, and was sitting there on the side of the road, as forlorn and lonely a sight as ever was seen. His coat was ragged and bore many signs of recent battle, while the remainder of one ear “flopped” over his eyes, which were large and brown and were his only good feature. However, he was not as downtrodden as he appeared to be ; and when 1 whistled to him, he came trotting up, shaking his stump of a tail in the friendliest manner possible. We set out, my friend and I, taking the back ways to avoid any encounters, and soon reached the open country, where we swung along at a great pace. Over hills and through lanes we went, sometimes stopping near a brook to watch the fish darting about, or to see a bird rise out of the grass with a great flutter, as we approached. Once more on the main road, we wandered aimlessly along until we came to a crossroad where Jip, as I now called him, led the way. He chose the road to the right, and we went on with only a stop at a farmhouse to get a drink. The stop, short though it was, was not short enough, however; and when I had quenched my thirst, there was Jip, in a mad scramble after the farmer’s hens. I finally managed to quiet him down and to lead him away, taking care to avoid all signs of houses. We scrambled along, jumping ditches and climbing walls, and having a glorious, but breathless, time. Finally we came to a little THE QUIVER 11 lane that just seemed to invite one, so vve started following it regardless of houses and hens. We had not gone far when we met a tramp, who, although he would rrot tell us the reason, warned us not to go any further. Feeling rather venturesome—for the road wound invitingly before us—vve disregarded his warning and braved the danger, whatever it might he. All seemed quiet and serene until we came to a farmhouse, where we saw all the people running in every direction and making wild dashes for some place of shelter; but we went on ,,ur way, even though we did not feel so brave. Alas! we were soon to find out the cause of the commotion, for, as we rounded a curve, there was a great roar and a bellow, and a large bull came rushing towards us. For a moment we were both too startled to move ; but we soon regained our powers of locomotion and run we did. jumping walls that we should have believed impossible a few moments before and going at a pace that would have delighted any traffic officer had he been near to see it. Finally we lost our pursuer and sank limply down to regain our breath before returning home. Jip seemed as full of life as ever after a few minutes of rest, but I decided that we had had enough vagabonding for one day, so we turned our steps towards home, hoping, however, to take another excursion on the Road to Vagabondia at some future date. GLADYS BELROSE. '24. THE COUNTRY ROAD I love to walk the country road And know not where I go, For oft small brooks in shady nooks I hear as on they flow. And watch the birds that sing above And see the flowers that grow. The orchards old, the corn of gold, As in the wind they blow. And then at dusk when home I go, I think of all I’ve seen; And I rejoice with heart and voice At everything they mean. ' CATHERINE M. QUINN, ’26. 12 THE QUIVER SUPPOSE THAT GERAINT HAD MARRIED LYNETTE Round Table Club. London, England, March 24, --- Dear Cadwell: It is a long time since we have corresponded, and I have much news for you. First, I am married; second, I have a very saucy, but beautiful, wife ; and third, I no longer can go out nights. I came to be married in this manner. I was sent on a quest to avenge an insult to the Queen; and while on this journey, I came to a village where a large tournament was to be held. I obtained lodgings at a neighboring castle, and there I met a beautiful girl named Lynette. As they were very poor and had no servants, her father asked her to put up my horse, but she refused; and to save my host from embarrassment, I put up the equine myself. After supper, my host told me that a bandit had raided the castle and had left them destitute. Since this bandit had not left his address, I could not challenge him. The conversation then led to the tournament of the following day. The prize was a gold sparrow-hawk, and I was determined to try for it, so I proposed to Lynette that she be my lady for the tournament, and I think she accepted with too much alacrity. To be brief, I won the tournament, married Lynette, and returned home. I soon discovered that she had a sharp tongue, a good eye. and a perfect aim. I stood this till I became suspicious that she did not like me as well as she might, so I decided to find out by taking a trip to the wilderness. I told her to put on her oldest dress, and this promptly started a quarrel; I told her we were going on a vacation, which started quarrel number two; and that we were going to the wilderness, quarrel number three. It ended by my getting things ready and locking up the castle. The trip soon developed into an unbearable bore, Lynette talking all the time, till I told her to keep still and ride ahead. After a short argument, she did as I had told her. We had ridden a short distance when she sang out that there were three men waiting for us behind a rock. I shortly became acquainted with the gentlemen, took their armour and horses, and told Lynette to drive the latter. This developed into another argument, and I was forced to drive them in order to advance any farther. Soon the same adventure was repeated, and I had six horses to drive. To be brief, we spent the night at an earl’s castle. The earl became infatuated with Lynette, and I was forced to decapitate the gentleman. Then I was convinced that she THE QUIVER 13 loved me, so we returned home—after I had made the necessary apologies. We are now waiting for you to come to visit us. Wishing you good luck and health, I remain Your friend, Geraint. ULYSSES SMITH. ’25. A CALAMITY. One day Dana and I were fastening a springboard to the end of our pier; and as we were not very experienced carpenters, we were making very hard work of it. “Jo,” said Dana, “I’ll sit on this end, and you go out on the other end and see if we have the board short enough, because if it is too long, it will be too springy. I’ll hang on to this end. Go on.” “All right,” I assented, though somewhat unwillingly, because at low tide the pier is about ten feet from the water, and it happened to be particularly low tide. I cautiously took a step toward the end and felt the board wiggle. “Dana, are you sure you can hold it down?” I asked doubtfully, stepping back on the pier. “Of course! Oh, go on! Don’t be scared,” he urged. I was bound I would not be called a “scared-cat.” so I firmly planted one foot on the board and then the other. Cautiously, I walked out to the end. not daring to look back at Dana. “Is it too springy?” he asked, when I had finally reached the end. His question was never answered because, in my endeavor to test its pliableness, I jumped—but only once! “It’s slipping!” yelled Dana. “Hang on!” I cried. “I can’t!” yelled back Dana. By this time I was facing him. and to my dying day I shall never forget the agonized look on Dana’s face. He was sitting on the board, grasping the railing with one hand and the board with the other, while his legs were dangling over the side, kicking the air. I had only time for one short glance, because I was slipping fast. T grabbed the board with “all fours,” but that did no good because the board was slipping, too. Finally Dana could hold on no longer, so he let go, and the springboard and I plunged into the ocean together. JOAN GETCHEL. 26. 14 THE QUIVER ‘ IT’S A GREAT LIFE—IF—” “ ‘—From the Dupris River south as far as the Sierras. You will probably find them somewhere along the floor of Old Dismal. Report in ten days.’ “ ‘Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!’ “And Bob M’Greggor started off. It is true that Bob had very little actual expectation of coming out of the enterprise alive, let alone in ten days, for the Robinson Gang was a desperate and elusive band of moonshiners. And many a crafty woodsman had departed into Old Dismal Canyon to vanish from the ken of mortal man. “However, as Bob reasoned it. a fellow can die only once, and much better that it be thus than to be perforated by the ill-aimed bullet of some drunken brawler. “So Bob started, as we have said. Now, for Bob to start and for M’Greggor to finish was one action, as a rule, for he was the speediest ‘go-getter’ of the force. He was a ‘live-wire.’ In fact, in this instance, so fast did he proceed upon the perils of his journey that he quite outdistanced the more leisurely chronicler of these events, so we needs must pause to describe him. “He was—.” THE QUIVER 15 No answer. “John Hamilton Withersby!—you put up that trash immediately and come down here and chop your wood! Do you hear me? Hurry up!” “Jack” heaved a sigh. You know the sigh 1 mean,—that kind of portentous expulsion of breath that issues wearily from the profound depths of the bosom of a small boy when he has tried to keep out from under foot on a rainy Monday, with no school on account of the rain, and with Mother doing the washing in the cellar for the same reason; and Jack had a sore throat anyway. Oh. you know as well as I, because you’ve “heaved” many such. And Jack gave this one such a mighty heave that it tickled his inflamed throat and caused him to cough. Ha! An idea! Jack coughed again, this time a deep, croupy cough, with a slight wheeze by way of embellishment. Mother heard; Mother heeded. “Why, Jackie, why didn't you tell me you had a cold? Come now, Mamma’s little man, you pop right into bed again and bundle up warm, and we’ll nip this in the bud. Never mind what ‘nip in the bud’ means. Here, switch on the reading lamp and read till I get that laundry done. Now don’t call, honey; I’ll be back as soon as 1 can. “Jackie” heaved a sigh of luxurious contentment, real lazy contentment. “!!' was a tall, bronzed man. of about twenty years, tough with the strength of a giant, yet light on his feet. H:s was a versatile nature, for he was gentle, though brave. “lie had been riding at a slow canter through a small clearing, when suddenly there came from the right the low—.’’ “Good morning, young man! Well, well, well! No school and sick in bed, eh! Hard luck! Yes siree! Pretty tough. Well, never mind—we ll have you fixed up in no time, so you can go to school tomorrow. Of course you don’t want to miss school, do you? Say ‘a-ah’! that’s the boy. Throat sore? Head ache? Cough much? hm ! —Let’s sec if you have a temperature. Open your mouth. Here— no. under your tongue. 1 hat’s right. Don t bite it! “—when suddenly there came from the right the low whine of a .32 steel jacketed bullet. Bob was off his horse in an instant, and drawing his rifle from its sheath—,” “Now let’s see. Hm. Normal. Just a slight inflammation of the throat. I’ll leave some pills for you. One pill to one glass of water every half hour. There. Take ’em till they are gone. Fine. Now don t read any more today or you’ll get your eyes sore and you 11 have a headache. Well, good morning, young man. So long. “Jackie” heaved a sigh. JOHN ULLMAN, ’24. 16 THE QUIVER A BACHELOR UNCLE VISITS OUR HOME. We were all aflutter the day my Uncle Billy arrived. 1 was the more excited because my mother’s cousin was living with us that winter and—well, he had never met her. However, she was a confirmed man-hater. Father and I went down to the station to meet him. He was tall and dark. It happened that Phil was having supper out, so he did not meet her that evening—did not even know she was living with us. When he came downstairs for breakfast the next day, Mother introduced them. He murmured something about pleas-t-me-cha, and fteemed very embarrassed. He talked very little during the meal. What a joke! A woman-hater and a man-hater to live in the same house for two weeks! After breakfast she was going to call on a triend. She also wanted to mail a letter, though to do so would take her far out of her way. Mother knew this and asked Uncle Billy to mail the letter for Phyllis, since he had nothing else to do that morning. He bashfully said he would do it and hurried upstairs. By the time he came down, she was gone. He breathed a sigh of relief as he went out. The next day neither seemed quite so backward. However, they still were very reserved. But at supper 1 received a shock. He asked her to go to the movies! I remember Phil had said she had nothing to do that evening, but I didn’t think Uncle Billy had even heard her. Later on that evening, when they came in, they were quiet, instead of talking and laughing, as I had half expected. He said goodnight very quietly and came upstairs. I had peeked over the banister, but had scampered back to bed when he came up. He must have heard me, for he came straight into my room. “What were you up to, young man?” he asked as sternly as he could. I giggled. “Peeking?” he asked. I giggled again. “You know women are nuisances, don’t you?” But his voice sounded queer. Then he closed the door softly and walked down the hall. After that he was not a bit bashful. Phil did not talk as much as he did, but she laughed to herself at the funny things he said. They went to the movies together several times. When they returned, they were not as quiet as they were the first time. They talked a little while before they came up to bed. I listened at my door each time, but I didn’t peek over the banister, because I didn’t want Uncle Billy to catch me again. They played parcheesi all the evening several times. Once, they even went out for a walk together. That was near the last, though. When they returned, Phil said good-night and went to her room. And it was only eight-thirty! But she did not get into THE QUIVER 17 bed; she sat up a long time. As her room is next to mine, I can hear her easily. I heard her get out of her rocking chair about half an hour later. It was the first time she had ever stayed up. She usually goes to bed right after she enters her room. It looked strange to me. The next morning at table both of them hardly said a word. 1 } aw them look at each other once, in a queer way. Say, this was getting suspicious. I determined to watch them all I could. After the meal they walked into the parlor. I followed; but when Uncle Billy saw me, he asked me to bring him an envelope that was on his dresser. Though I looked around, I didn’t find it. When I came downstairs, they were gone! When I came home for dinner, Father and Mother were talking in the parlor. I heard enough to make me gasp. Uncle Billy and Phil had left that morning, bag and baggage, without telling anyone where they were going. Then, shortly before noon, Uncle Billy called up from Petersburg. He said that he and Phyllis were married and were leaving in ten minutes for Florida. Now wasn’t that a funny thing to do? WENDELL KELLOGG, ’25. A VISIT TO THE “RIFFLIN’S” The most enjoyable summer of my experience was spent in the north-eastern part of Maine. My father and I were staying at Palmer’s shack, the “Mushroom.” It took its name from the fact that when we wrote asking if we could have some sort of a cabin, Anson Palmer answered, “Yes,” then built the shack almost overnight. But I digress. One morning during our two weeks’ stay, we decided to go for bass to the “rifflin’s,” or rapids. As it was an eight or ten mile paddle and as non-residents are not allowed to build fires, we took Roswell Palmer, called, for seme inexplicable reason, Teen. Teen was eighteen. “Down East” has one failing for the fisherman. No one has a good canoe. Palmer’s, the one we were using, was eighteen feet long, every foot a leaky one, and weighed more than a large man could ftagger under. We started up Hadley Lake with a head wind. (One always has a head wind in Maine. When you turn, the wind shifts.) We had a long upstream trip, so naturally we went slowly. About noon we stopped on a low hill in the marshes which border the river for miles on both sides, where the current is slow. 18 THE QUIVER Here we cooked a light “snack”: eggs, bacon, pancakes, fish (caught by trolling on the way), and coffee. After lunch we immediately proceeded on our way. About two o’clock the current grew stronger, and, seeing the water flash in the sun, we knew we had arrived. At the foot of the “rifflin’s” was a large rock, surrounded by deep, quick water, just the place for bass. We caught a large eel there. Getting up close to the shore, we fished one at a time, as a person in each end was needed to hold the canoe against the current and keep it from punching holes in its side on the rocks. We had taken two or three small bass (about a foot long), when suddenly Dad’s rod bent double, and the reel remarked, “Whizzzzz!” That fish was a “holy terror.” He tried to go under the canoe, under sunken logs, around rocks, and, all these failing him, jumped clear out of the water, splashing us with the bright drops as he shook his head. But he was doomed, and we took him in the landing net. fully twenty minutes after he had felt the first prick of the hook. Nearly sixteen inches' long, weighing about five pounds and a half, he was probably the best, though not the largest, fish we caught on our two weeks’ trip. By this time the wind had shifted and was blowing upstream, but we were hungry and triumphant, and how we made the water fly! Down the six miles of river, up the two miles of lake, we raced without a stop. The wind blew so hard on the lake that I was kept busy bailing the tops of waves out of the canoe. Oh, but the “Mushroom” was inviting! Oh, how the odour of frying bass and eel tickled the nostril! Oh, the way a dinner of a bass a foot long, half a large eel, two or three “spuds,” six or seven flapjacks a foot across and an inch thick, topped with half an apple pie and a pint of milk, tasted, and how comfortable the bed was when, the inner man full, the mind at rest, and the body tired, we put out the lamp and turned in. CARROLI H. RICKARD, ’26. Miss C—: “What is a coat of mail?” D. B—r: “A male coat.” Teacher: “Who were David and Goliath?” Pupil: “They were lovers.” Teacher: “Give an English word derived from ego.’ D. S-n: “Egg.” THE QUIVER A CALENDAR OF THE YEAR 19 By Anna San Souci, Lester Taber, Mary Lynch, Thomas Ryan, Dorothy Gledhill, Doris Pease, and Catherine Coleman JANUARY January, is full of cheer, With blustery snow, and the glad New Year, With its usual thaw of ice and snow, Showing its days will longer grow. FEBRUARY February’s cold and dreary, But our thoughts are very cheery; And our hearts leap very high As we go for a coast near by. MARCH When March winds blow o’er field and hill And grass begins to grow, Then comes the yellow daffodil, To make the gardens glow. APRIL In April there are many showers, Which tend to bring forth lovely flowers. In swamps the frogs begin to “peep,” And buds and insects wake from sleep. MAY May is the month of flowers, Which April rains do bring. They cover all the bowers Early in the spring. JUNE The month of June is lovely. The best of all the year; With the birds all singing gaily, And the air just full of cheer. 20 THE QUIVER JULY July’s the first month of vacation; Its days are clear and bright; It brings us rest and recreation And fills us with delight. AUGUST Beyond the grim and troubled town, In carefree August I would go Where aimless, narrow paths wind down, Where nodding lilies love to grow. SEPTEMBER September brings the autumn leaves; The harvest is begun. The little birds nest in the eaves, While we are having fun. OCTOBER When the green leaves turn to gold, And the dawns are crisp and clear. How our hearts do bound with joy, For October days are here! NOVEMBER November is the autumn of the year. The autumn with its stacks of ripened grain; Thankful days, the days so full of cheer. The message comes to all o’er hill and plain. DECEMBER December brings the hail and snow. And jolly Christmas time, you know, When tiny tots are very good, In hopes they’ll get more than they should. Miss O’D—: “Now. put another circle on the board.” A. B—d: “A round one or an oval one?” Mr. L—: “How would you proceed to demagnetize a watch? Pupil: “Drop it.” THE QUIVER GRANDMOTHER’S SMILE 21 Grandmother pointed to a picture on the wall. It was a picture of a girl barely eighteen. She was looking down on us with the sweetest smile I have ever seen. Her lips were a rosy Cupid’s bow and her little pearly teeth shown between them. Her eyes were large and brown and twinkled with a merry sparkle. I looked at Grandmother, and I looked at her picture. The mouth was almost the same except that there were some little wrinkles that denoted suffering, in the corner of Grandmother’s mouth “Grandmother,” I said, “if it were not for the wistfulness in the corners of your mouth, I should say that you have the same smile that you had then.” With that Grandmother looked at me with a tilt of her head as though she were considering something. Finally she drew a long breath. “You would like to know, I am sure, just why those lines happen to be there. Of course,” she smiled, “they are partly due to my many years, but the real reason—” The smile suddenly disappeared, and Grandmother looked all of her eighty-three years. I began to think 1 was going to hear no more. Suddenly she began her story. “I was only eighteen, and I was the happiest girl alive because I had met. and was engaged to, the best man on earth. The first time I saw him, I had gone down to the dock to watch my father’s boat come in. He was captain of the “Priscilla Bess,” named for my mother and me. And proud he was of her, taking great pains to keep her white and shining'. She drew’ up to the dock in the prettiest manner, gliding in as though she had wings. I ran up to my father and threw my arms around his neck and uras just going to kiss him when I found my eyes fastened on the best looking man I had ever seen. I asked my father who he was. “ ‘Johnson,’ he called, ‘ccme here and meet my pretty daughter.’ “I blushed a vivid pink at this, which made Father laugh. “‘Mr. Johnson has been my first mate on the voyage and has just come in to take his examination for captaincy. He lives in New York, but w’e are going to keep him with us until he sails.’ “Of course I was terribly thrilled to hear this, and before he railed, we were engaged. Well, my dear, I don’t believe a girl ever had a better time getting her trousseau ready than I did. Joe was going to be gone two months and then we were to be married. The night before he w’as due, I don’t believe I slept a wink for thinking of h m and Wondering if everything was in readiness for the wedding. We were to be married in a little chapel not far from the house and 22 THE QUIVER the children in the neighborhood had spent three days in decorating It. “If I do say it, I certainly made a pretty bride, and your gra.iu-father, in his blue uniform, was handsome enough to have gone into the moving pictures, had they had them in those days. We had a honeymoon of three heavenly weeks. We stayed at home because it was change enough for Joe to be on dry land without gallivanting around the country. “Finally the day came when he was to leave. I don’t believe any parting was ever so touching. I had a terrible feeling that I should never see him again. Something seemed to tear at my heart, and I hated to let him go. It was to be for a year and a half this time and I thought I could never wait for his return.” Here Grandmother paused, and I didn’t dare to speak, I was so afraid of what she was going to say. Finally it came, the inevitable. She almost whispered it. “He never returned.” My heart almost stopped. “Oh, Grandmother, what happened?” I couldn’t help it, but I was weeping. It was a very long time before she told me “They were about an hour from port. The men had been very busy clearing decks, and your grandfather, after the work was done and he had come from the watch, told the mate to take the wheel while he went to rest. He lighted his pipe and walked toward the stern. That was the last time he was ever seen alive.” “Why, Grandmother, how perfectly terrible! Didn’t anybody know what became of him?” “Well, the manager of the shipping office came up to the house. I was just finishing dressing your mother and was putting her into her cradle. You see he had never seen her, and I wanted to make her as pretty as possible. So when the door opened, I rushed out, expecting to dash into your grandfather’s arms. When I saw who was there. I knew instantly that something was wrong; and when he told me tiie news, I was nearly crazy. I don’t remember much until I opened my eyes some time later and found myself in bed. with my mother and father leaning over me. It all rushed back to me, and I buried my head in the pillow and sobbed. I think it was the best thing I could have done, for afterward I seemed to have awakened all over again. The first thing I thought of was my baby; and when they brought her to me, I crushed her to my breast, mumbling something about the Lord being good to have given me a daughter that looked so much like her father. I think I even smiled a little. “The next day his body was found by the lighthouse keeper, THE QUIVER 23 who was coming ashore for some provisions. He saw a form floating in the water and upon examination, found him to be my husband. Everyone drew the conclusion that he must have been sitting on the i ailing and fallen overboard. You know it was an odd thing that, although he had practically lived on the water all his life, he had rc-vcr learned to swim. He was buried in a little cemetery behind the church where we were married, and your mother and I used to go every day to oflfer a prayer for him.” Grandmother’s story was ended, but I saw something new in her smile that I had never noticed before. It was a smile, not only wistful, but very brave. LOUISE ULLMAN, ’24. A DAY IN “YE MERRIE OLDE ENGLENDE” We were awakened at early dawn by mine host of the Red Lionne Inn, a coach-house on the road from Cambridge to London, in order that we might partake of a hearty breakfast, served smoking hot. before we continued our tiresome journey by stage-coach to London. However, we could not do full justice to this excellent meal, for the “Tally-ho” of the guards sounded in the courtyard before we finished. There was much scurrying around and altercation with the other passengers, but finally we obtained seats in the interior of the coach, where we were packed between an old lady who was afraid of highwaymen and an old gentleman whose only comments were upon the class of people with whom one was forced to travel. W e endured this atmosphere until we reached London, where we made haste to descend at the sign of the Crowne. As we had reached this hostelry at dinner time, we indulged ourselves to the extent of eating a savory dinner and then, while we tossed off a mug or two of ale. for such was the custom of the times, we read the poorly printed billet, which had been handed to us upon our arrival. Since entertainment was needed to free ourselves from the disagreeable feeling which had been contracted during the morning’s ride, we decided to attend a new play, “Macbeth,” by a fairly well-known playwright. William Shakespeare. We learned that it was being played at the Globe Theatre under the capable direction of that gentleman himself. 24 THE QUIVER After making arrangements for an omnibus to take us to the Globe Theatre, we retired for an hour or two in order to become rested from the effects of the morning’s trip, for the play did not begin until three o’clock. About half an hour before the arrival of the omnibus, we attired ourselves in our new plum-colored suits, w hich had just arrived from Paris, for we did not wish to be outdone by any one at the playhouse. When the man arrived, we entered his conveyance and were rapidly driven through the narrow, crooked streets, wondering all the time that he did not kill us or some innocent, unoffending pedestrian as he bowled along. As soon as we arrived at our destination, we descended, and he collected the exorbitant fare of three-pence apiece. After looking with some repugnance at the rather ugly exterior of the octagonal shaped building, we paid an admittance fee of two-pence and entered. Once i.iside, we stopped, gazed around the building, and noticed, first of all, that the buildnig had no roof over the central part, or pit, as it was called. There were three tiers of galleries, which extended entirely around the end of the building towards us. Then, at the farther end of the building and extending into the central part of it, was a good-sized stage, with railings around it and a balcony and trap-door at the other end of it. We were told by voluble by-standers that, by paying a few extra pence, we might obtain seats in the galleries. or, better yet, by paying as much as a shilling, we might sit on the stage. This latter course appealed to us, as we were desirous of showing our new plum-colored suits; and as we were persons of affluence, we paid our shillings and were duly ensconced on the platform in all our glory. In a few moments, the afore-mentioned trap-door opened, and a person ascended and placed upon the bare stage a placard bearing the inscription, “This is a Blasted Heath.” This done, he rapidly gave place to three boys so well made up as witches that it would have been impossible to detect the fact that they were boys if one had not been so informed by a garrulous gallant who sat beside us. The actors did very well considering that they were handicapped by the total absence of scenery and the lack of stage properties, and acted their parts with gusto, seeming really to live their parts. We noticed that the actors and “actresses” were dressed very richly. Upon inquiry, we learned from the informative gallant that their clothes had been given to them by their noble patrons. (It seems that each company of actors has its own patron in some noble lord, who has them perform for him and rewards them with his cast-off garments.) We observed, as the play went on, that the only change in scenery, if it may be called such, was the change in the placards, which told us THE QUIVER 25 the location of the story at that particular point. One thing that impressed us as the plot progressed was that the actors were feeling their p rts more and more; and finally, when Macbeth and Macduff Uiet in the last scene, they fought so fiercely that several people screamed and one woman fainted and was carried out. As soon as it was finished, we went out in company with those gallants and their ladies who had been on the stage with us, for we of the higher class took precedence over the common herd. As we proceeded homeward in our hansom, which we had hailed upon leaving the theatre, we remarked on how quiet and attentive the audience h l been and predicted a great future for an author who could produce such a play as that which we had just witnessed. We also told each other how fortunate it was for the players that they were so obsequious as not to intrude upon us gallants and thereby cause any disturbance. We may also be pardoned if we boasted a little, of what v.e should have done if there had been trouble. When we were gathered in the great room of the tavern in the evening, we recounted our adventures to our friends and, with them, recalled former experiences in the theatre in which the actors were not as talented or as peaceably inclined as those in the day s play. We called to mind the time when the actors were so poor that the audience, from the pit, pelted them with vegetables, eggs, and other missiles, which, to say the least, were in an advanced stage of decomposition, and then ended by tossing the unfortunate actors in a bi nket. We also recalled, with keen enjoyment, the time when we gallants were on the stage as usual and the manager repeatedly erossed in front of us and committed several other such offenses. When we attempted to chastise him for his impudence, the company rushed to his aid and clashed fiercely with us. Between them and ourselves, the place was nearly wrecked, when the watch, summoned by some meddlesome person, appeared. They.put an end to the fray bv arresting the actors and clearing the theatre. The. players were committed to the work-house for a period of three months because they had had the audacity to interfere with us. KENNETH FEGAN, ’25. 26 THE QUIVER THE GARDEN r i i At first in spring we daily dig To rid of weed, of stone, and twig, . Then in the furrows deep we sow The seeds that climb to joy or woe. Next, patiently we wait to view The sprouts and many rootlets new That crowd and push and finally gain The outside air, the sun, and rain. The garden is a lovely place, O far removed from frills and lace, Wherein doth dance and gaily nod Bright hollyhocks and goldenrod. THE QUIVER 27 As up they spring from good, rich soil, We feel rewarded for our toil; The perfumes sweet and colored hues Of orange, pink, and brilliant blues. In summer, most their glory reach; But old Dame Nature still must teach That creatures all must have their prime; Then comes old age, and death sublime. And so it is in gardens, dear, When winter’s cold and frosts are near. That flowers droop upon the earth, Their bed, until their next rebirth. VIRGINIA SHERMAN. 26. ABOVE THE CLOUDS One evening, I came across some books which I used to read. I never enjoyed fairy tales and wondered if I had changed in that respect, so settled myself on the floor, in front of the fireplace, with the cat, and began to read. I enjoyed the stories—I attributed this to the fact that I was rather drowsy and in an imaginative mood. I read about Sinhad, about Aladdin and his wonderful lamp, about Ali Baba and the forty thieves, and finally came to the story of the Magic Carpet. Suddenly the carpet on which I was sitting began to tremble, and to my astonishment and horror, it seemed to be leaving the floor. Before I could recover my senses, it had, indeed, risen several feet and was slowly floating about the room. The large front window, which I had, not long before, tightly closed, now, by some miracle, stood wide open and, terror-stricken, I found myself being carried through it. I called loudly for help, forgetting, in my fright, that 1 was alone in the house. To my even greater astonishment, a voice from behind said, “Do not be afraid. I turned quickly and saw there a young man, dressed in an Oriental costume. He said, “I am Prince Houssain, the eldest son of 23 THE QUIVER the sultan of India, and this is my magic carpet, which will carry you safely anywhere you wish to go. State your wish.” I felt somewhat reassured by his friendly aspect, so I looked around me to get my bearings. A big, red, full moon was .just rising over the horizon, and I was struck by the desire 1 had often felt to see what was on the other side of it. Hardly had I expressed this wish, before I felt a rush of air, and the moon, instead of being in the distance, was but a few feet below us. The carpet settled gently on its surface, and I rose and stepped from the carpet upon the red surface of the moon. I looked about me, while the prince quickly rolled up the carpet, which he put under his arm. We were surrounded by what appeared to me to be red trees of tremendous height, which waved about as though made of rubber, 1 touched one. and it felt smooth and silky. “What peculiar trees!” I exclaimed. The prince laughed: “These are not trees, he replied, “this is the hack of the head of the moon-man, and what you call trees are but his hair. Let us walk on—we are near his ear. That is more interesting, The scenery there is more beautiful.” A few moments’ walk brought us out of the forest to a plain, and we beheld, not far away, a mountain, which seemed to be resting on its peak. At the suggestion of the prince, we spread the carpet and wished ourselves upon the rim of the mountain, which I afterward realized was the moon’s ear. “Be careful. said the prince, “not to fall in, for you surely would be lost inside the moon’s head.” I looked down and was almost overcome by dizziness, caused by the depth of the chasms, which dropped, one below another. “Can he hear us?” I asked. “Certainly. answered the prince. “He can even hear what is said on earth. Have you never seen him smile? He often does, at what takes place within his rays. Perhaps, he said teasingly, “his occasional wink or smile has been meant for you-.” I turned quickly, not knowing whether to be amused or angered, but the prince’s form seemed to have become dim and distant. “Oh.” I cried, terrified at the thought of being stranded on the rrtoon’s ear, “where are you going?” “Going?” answered a voice, “Why, I've just come in.” I stared unbelievingly at what had been the prince, and saw, iri his place, my father, smiling at me. I was back beside the fire, and my dream prince had vanished. SARAH REDFERN, ’24. THE QUIVER 29 A GOOD WORD FOR DECEMBER. Some people hate to see December coming. I have heard people rave and rave and rave—as if it would make matters any better. It is an established fact that one can not please everybody in the world. Someone is always grumbling. If Mother Nature hears a few men growling because the sun is shining and she gives them some rain and then hears remarks like these: “Well, I’m about fed up on this rain,” or “I’ll admit that we needed some rain, but that doesn t mean that it needs to rain forever!” is it not a wonder that she does not get discouraged? Yet she does not. She still goes on, in her motherly way, trying to please the world and do the best that she can for it. How must she feel when she hears some people talking as they do about December? December, the best month! December, the month of skating, large fluffy snowmen, Santa Claus, Christmas turkey, and Christmas cheer! Where should we be if it were not for December? December, the happy month when Christ was born! It is hard to tell. December is not a bad month—just the opposite! hat can be more beautiful than a sparkling field, all snowy white, with gaily colored bluejays chattering and scolding in the tall, ghostly trees, which the wind bends gently to and fro? What can be finer than to walk down the street on Christmas morning and see the children flying down hill on new sleds which Santa Claus has brought; hear people, some whom you have never seen before, wishing you a merry Christmas; see the bright wreaths on the doors and in the windows; and hear lovely young voices, caroling glad Christmas tidings? That is December! Let us not talk about December any more except with cheerful words. Every day, no matter how dull and gloomy it may seem, can be made bright and cheerful with smiles and happy words. We cannot alter the weather with talk, so let us make the best of it and try to make dull days sunshiny. Have you ever read the pretty little poem about December, by Frank Dempster Sherman? The last lines are as follow's: “And let the holly red be hung, And all the sweetest carols sung, While we with joy remember them— The journeyers to Bethlehem, Who followed, trusting from afar The guidance of the happy star Which marked the spot where Christ was born Long years ago, one Christmas morn!” DOROTHY GIBSON. ’24. 30 THE QUIVER WHICH IS WHICH? Cast of Characters: Molly King, out Christmas shopping. Mrs. Bronson, also Christmas shopping. Jerry Brown, a college boy. Nellie King. Molly’s seventeen-year-old sister. Ted King. Molly’s brother. Passenger on car. Conductor. ACT I. In a car on a rainy day. ACT II. At Molly’s home a little later. ACT ONE. Scene: (On an electric car. Several passengers reading papers, some are gazing about, and others are talking. Enter Molly King with newspaper bundle under one arm and umbrella in one hand.) Molly (to conductor)—Waterman Street, please. (Takes seat beside Airs. Bronson) How do you do, Mrs. Bronson? Airs. Bronson—Why how do you do, Alolly? How long have you been home from college? AI.—Since yesterday noon, and I’m certainly glad to be home. Airs. B.—I’ve been down town finishing my Christmas shopping, and I’ve only a few more things to buy. M- I ve made almost all of my gifts, but this morning I decided I wouldn’t make any more. So I went over to Aladame Lafleur’s little art shop to buy Alother’s present. But just look what she wrapped it up in! Newspaper! She hadn’t any more boxes and only tissue paper to put it in. I didn’t want it to get wet, so she wrapped it up in this. I hate to carry newspaper packages. Airs. B.—W’e all do, Molly. (Enter Jerry with newspaper package under his arm. Takes seat.) AI. (softly)—Wrhy, Airs. Bronson, that boy has a newspaper package, too. I wonder if he hates to carry one as much as I. He looks rather cross about it! Airs. B.—No doubt he is, my dear. (They talk softly.) Conductor Hello, Jerry. I didn t see you when you came in. Jerry Hello, Bill, I didn’t know you were working on this line. C—Yes, I’ve been here for about four months now. How far are you going? THE QUIVER 31 J.—Only to Cook Street. I get off at Waterman Street. C.—Well, here you are then. You don’t have a very long ride. J.—No, that’s right. (Stands) C.—Waterman Street! M. (standing)—Here’s where I get off. Now, you and Mr. Bronson must come over some day this week. Mrs. B.—Yes, Molly, we will. (Jerry, still talking to the conductor and not looking where he :s going, bumps into Molly and both packages drop to the floor.) J.—Excuse me, Madame—(Stoops and picks up bundles, handing his own, in his confusion, to Molly and taking hers.) Stupid of me. ou know. M.—Not at all. I should have moved along. C.—Hurry up there! We’re two minutes late already. Curtain ACT TWO SCENE: Modern living room. Ted, in morris chair, reading a book. Nellie, at table, poring over some pictures. Both look up as Molly enters, dressed as before. Puts umbrella in corner. M.—Of all miserable days. Nellie (looking at pictures—What’s wrong now, Molly? Got tired of home so soon? M. (removing wraps and sitting down)—Will you look at th.s nackage? Wrapped up in newspaper! Ted—Well, what’s the matter with that? M, —You know I hate to carry newspaper bundles and of course. Madame Lafleur had nothing else. N. —Never mind about the newspaper. What’s inside? M.—Where’s Mother, Ted? T.—Upstairs, with a ripping headache. M.__Well, this is for Mother, and I don’t want her to see it yet. She’s been wanting one of these fluffy ruffle things for a long time. (Tries to untie string.) T.—Want the scissors? M.—Yes, Ted, please. (Exit Ted. Nellie fumbles with knot. Enter Ted with scissors.) T.__Here you are, Molly. (Molly takes scissors and cuts string. Unfolds package slowly while both look on.) M.—Now don’t get impatient, you two, or I won’t show you at 32 THE QUIVER all. There! (Holds up man’s vest, at which she stares in astonishment.) T.—Well, well, is that for me? Molly, you shouldn’t show me my present before Christmas. (Molly continues to stare.) N.—What is the matter with you? Where did this come from? (Molly sits with the vest in her hand.) M. (weakly)—I don’t know. 1 didn’t buy it. I never saw it before. N. and T.—What! (They stare at her.) M. (suddenly)—I know. There was a young, nice-looking chap on the car and he bumped into me. (Laughing.) N. —Molly! M.—Yes, and both are packages dropped and he got them mixed. (Laughs) I don’t even know who he is. (Doorbell rings. Ted runs.) T.—Why—hello—Jerry Brown! What arc you doing here? J.—Hello yourself, Ted King. Say, do you live here? T.—Sure thing, Jerry. J.—Is M. King your sister? I’ve made an awful mistake. T. (laughing)—Come in and explain yourself, old chap. J. (seeing Molly)—I’m afraid I’ve made a dreadful blunder. T.—Molly, this is Jerry Brown. M.—I’ve just found out that I have the wrong package myself. J.—Well, you see, it was this way. I’m home for the week, and I went to get my vest at the cleaner’s and the fool did it up in a newspaper. Then I must have got the bundle mixed with yours when I got off the car. Terribly stupid. I hate to carry a newspaper package, anyway. (They laugh.) When I got home, I opened the package and this is what I found. (Holds up blue overblouse. Ted and Nellie burst into laughter. Molly looks uneasy. She takes overblouse and gives Jerry the vest.) M.—I surely was surprised. J.—When I saw the slip inside with your name and address on it. I thought maybe you were Ted’s sister. So I hiked over. T.—’Sail right, old fellow. You must come and see me more often. J.—You bet I will, Ted. Place looks good to me. (Mollv looks uneasy again.) T.—You want the packages wrapped up nicely again? (Molly nods.) I’m the boy to do that. (Exit) J.—Isn't it strange that I have never seen you before, and we both live in the same town? M.—You see. I’m away at school most of the time. But Ted always writes about you. THE QUIVER 33 J. (standing)—Well, I suppose I must be getting along. I’ll come again, since Ted has given me the invitation. M.—Do. (Enter Ted.) T.—Well, well, Molly. You mustn’t monopolize old Jerry. He isn’t used to such affection. M. (blushing)—Now, Ted, don’t be absurd. Where are the packages? (Ted puts them on the table. They are wrapped just alike.) M. (looking surprised)—Well, which is which? DOROTHY ROBINSON, ’25. GIRLS FIGHT TO TIE ON GRIDIRON Several Spectacular Plays Made in High School Girls’ Interclass Meet. Each Side Scores Seven Touchdowns. Woonsocket, Nov. 18— A large crowd witnessed the Woonsocket High School girls’ interclass football match Friday. The game was exciting, for much rivalry existed between the young ladies. The Junior-Senior girls wore stockings, sashes, and ribbons of pink, while those of the Freshman-Sophomore group were of baby blue. At the beginning of the game, the Pinks kicked to the Blues. In the first melee, Miss Ullman snatched the ball from the ground after a fumble and ran forty-five yards for a touchdown. After this, the game raged more fiercely than ever. The girls on the line pulled the hair of the girls of the ether team, tore their sashes, and in general were very rough. The referee was forced t impose penalties on both sides. Touchdowns were frequent, and the ball was never lost on downs. Time was called often so that the players could adjust their sashes and powder their noses. The score at half-time was 24-18 for the Pinks. Between the halves the powder girl ran out of supplies, and Miss Rixford demanded that a hurry call be sent out for more. A Sophomore mirror was broken, which caused much wailing and lamenting. Miss Guerin engaged in a heated argument with the referee over a technical point. She gave up when he said the only reason there was a man in the game was that they had to have someone that knew the rules. Next she “fired” questions broadcast upon all. She was interrupted by the whistle for the last half. 34 THE QUIVER The pink bedecked players continued to pile up a big lead. Suddenly, during a center rush, the ball was dropped. A cloud of powder arose. The ball rolled out unseen. Then pink flashed toward it! Alas! She slipped and fell on it! The ball burst. Time was called while a new ball was secured and those who had fainted from lack of powder were revived. After that the blue ribbons fought vigorously. They rapidly gained on the lead of the others. Had the game been longer, they would have won. The whistle stopped the game with the ball in mid-field. Each team had scored forty-two points. No points after touchdowns were made, due to the lack of kicking ability among the players. The lineup: Junior-Senior Freshman-Sophomore D. Nichols L. E. D. Fegan J. Reid L.T. J. Getchell F. Robinson L. G. M. Welles E. Woolley C. M. Weeden E. Welles R. G. L. Arnold M. Phillips R.T. D. Drabble L. Ullman R. E. D. French L. Cook Q. B. V. Sherman S. Redfern L. H. V. Guerin M. Neville R. H. R. Sweetser Y. Delys F. B. H. Rixford Score—Junior-Senior 42, Freshman-Sophomore 42. Touchdowns —D. Nichols, L Ulhnan 2, L. Cook 2, S. Redfern 2. M. Neville. I). Fegan, D. French, V. Guerin 3, R. Sweetser 2. Referee—R. Taylor. Timer—F. Hendricks. Time—Four twenty-minute periods. WENDELL KELLOGG, ’25. THE SEASON’S PARLEY. Spring—“Now I have come again to show the world new creations of Mother Nature.” Summer—“But without me you would not be complete, because with my warm air I keep all your creations from dying.” Autumn—“You two will soon vanish, when I engage my artist to color the world by the strokes of his skillful brush.” Winter—“Ah! You will all look like ghosts when my friend. Snowstorm, pays me his yearly visit.” MARGARET T. KEARNS. THE QUIVER TORQU1LSTONE BURNS May 28. News was received here today of the burning of Torquilstone. the castle in the Barony of Ivanhoe, belonging to Sir Reginald Front-de-Boeuf. „ , „ . Early yesterday morning, the train of Cedric the Saxon of Bother wood, was making its way home from the tournament at Ashby-de-la-Zouche. Among those in the party were Cedric and his friend. Athelstane of Coningsburgh, Lady Rowena, Cedric s ward, and their domestics. Under Cedric’s protection were traveling Isaac, a wealthy lew of this city, and his daughter, Rebecca, who attended the litter of Wilfred of Ivanhoe, who had been badly hurt at the tournament. A band of Normans, disguised, attacked the party and carried the members of it to Front-de-Boeuf’s castle. A band of Saxon outlaws, led by their famous chieftain, Locksley, and a strange knight. laid siege to Torquilstone. I„ the castle was an old Saxon hag, Ulrica, daughter of the late Torquilstone Wolfganger, former owner of Torquilstone. Knowing the castle well, she set fire to a store of fuel in the basement and hung out a red flag as a signal to the yeomen. Sir Reginald Front-de-Boeuf had been wounded by a blow on the head and, at the time of the.fire, was lying on his bed in mortal agony. Unable to rise, he perished in the conflagration All of the prisoners escaped. When outside of the castle, they looked back. High on the roof of the castle, her hair flying wildly about her, her arms outstretched, stood Ulrica, cause of the destruction, singing a wild Saxon war song. As they watched, the roof caved in, and she disappeared among the ruins. The castle was razed to the gfOUnd' ANTHA CARD, ’27. NIGHT Night! The helmsman Holds his ship through relentless seas. Invisible hands seem to hold the rudder, Every now and then to shudder. Night and a rough sea. PAUL FONTAINE, ’24. 36 THE QUIVER MY TRIP TO THE GRAND CANYCN The Grand Canyon of Arizona, the real Grand Canyon, is reached by railroad from Williams, Arizona. The road leaving Williams goes directly north over masses of lava float, while high mountains of volcanic structure rise in the distance on all sides. After about thirty miles the railway enters a country of pine and juniper. A few more miles of steady upgrade, and we arrived at El Tovar, the settlement at the Canyon. Descending from the train, I was puzzled, for the surroundings showed no signs of a gorge and I had been expecting to alight at the edge of the Canyon. A short ride in a motor car soon brought us to the Hotel El Tovar, a few hundred feet from the Canyon. I quickly jumped out, went to the edge of the Canyon, and gazed upon it in amazement. Here I was standing on the brink of a gorge mere than two hundred miles long, from five to twelve miles wide, and from five to six thousand feet deep; the sight was almost inconceivable. Before strolling into the hotel, I stood there for several minutes dumbfounded. The Hotel El Tovar is built on the style of a Swiss chalet and constructed mostly of solid logs. The general appearance is one of quiet dignity. We were beginning to feel hungry, for it was far past noon, and we entered the spacious dining room. It is fashioned after the style of those of our best country clubs, containing manv fire places, and has an air of simplicity. Here we had the best of food, for the hotel is operated by Fred Harvey, the renowned hotel man. AH the water used at the settlement is brought by railway from springs over ninety miles away, the nearest source of supply. After luncheon, we hired an automobile and went on a sightseeing trip along the Canyon, often too near the edge of it for mental comfort. We stopped at many points and looked down into the Canyon. The turbulent Colorado, flowing many thousand feet below, appeared like a small, easy-flowing brook. After a ride lasting over an hour and a half, we came to a little mountain camp, where refreshments were served. We then started back to the hotel, getting there just in time to witness an Indian dance by some members of the Hopi tribe of Indians, who live at the Canyon. They do this feat daily, and it appears like a thriving business proposition, for many coins are thrown into an inverted drum especially placed for the occasion. After the dance, we paid a visit to the Hopi house, where the Indians vere making baskets, blankets, and pottery. THE QUIVER 37 Many visitors to the Canyon descend to the river bed, using burros. The trip can be made in a day, but it is desirable to stay over night at a small camp in the Canyon, as the trip is a hard one. The Canyon presents a different appearance at every hour of the day. At midday the glaring sun brings out the many different colors of the rock strata. At sunset the shadows lengthen and deepen and bring out, in bold relief, the features that at other times cannot be observed. Towers and temples appear, and with a little imagination, one can see great castles and other sorts of formations. Famous writers have attempted to express the vastness, the grandeur, and the awesomeness of the Canyon in such a manner as to make a stranger reasonably comprehend it and have failed. Pictures cannot express it. I cannot expect to express it. It was the most appalling, yet wonderful, sight that I believe I have ever seen. One place that I certainly wish to visit again is the Grand Canyon, for there is something about it that allures. J. LEWIS FARLANDER, ’24. THOSE MONTHLY REPORTS! Monthly reports get all the blame ’Cause they interfere with a baseball game. The team’s all chosen and set in shape; (If only reports would arrive a bit late!) But, on the board in the lower hall. (Ah! Woe to those who play baseball!) Is a list of names of those who “flunk Down go a player’s hopes “ker-plunk!” Either English or French, even Chemistry “lab Makes the score of the next few games look bad. While from two until three in the study hall Is a boy who is restless for bat, glove, and ball. And there’s many a face drawn long and sad To say naught of the coach, our Mr. Ladd. Oh, those monthly reports!! It is a shame That they interfere with a baseball game. MARY WELLES, ’26. 38 THE QUIVER THE CAVE OF THE WINDS. A little over forty years ago, as two boys were playing out in Colorado, they discovered the entrance to a large cave, since known as the Cave of the Winds. The entrance discovered by the two boys was so small that they had to crawl through it. After they had explored the wonderful place, the boys told of what they had seen. Now the entrance has been widened, and the cave is open to the public. Besides being a very beautiful spot itself, this playground of Nature has a marvelous natural approach which enhances the beauty of the cave. To get to this place you have to drive in a motor car several miles from Colorado Springs. The cave is on a high mountain, and the grade is so steep that you have to take an extremely winding road leading to the summit. The road twists and doubles so that you do not seem to be getting anywhere. However, all this time an excellent view of the valley and distant mountains is to be had. As you get to the top, there is a sign which reads, “360 days of sunshine a year”; and one would almost believe it, for while we were there, the weather was excellent. You have a guide to take you through the cave, for you would soon get lost in the numerous passageways if you did not have a guide. The cave is all electric-lighted. The passageways are covered with rubber matting, for one would slip, as the rocks are wet and slimy. Rock formations are being made all the time, and in many places water is dripping. Stalactites and stalagmites abound. Also, there are many odd places, such as “The Bridal Chamber.” with an altar in stone. Many marriages have been performed in this chamber. Then there are the “Cathedral” and “Dante’s Inferno,” which is very realistic, the figures almost writhing. After one has seen it, he marvels at Nature’s handiwork. The work of man, so highly praised, seems feeble in comparison. METCALFE WALLING, ’25. Miss L—: “Votre soeur s’appelle-t-elle Marie ou Jean?” N. D—e: “Is your sister married to John?” J. C—y had been at the board for a long time when the teacher asked, “What have you been doing all this time?” J. C—y: “I have forgotten.” Mr. R— (standing with back toward map): “Where’s Japan?” M. M—e: “In back of you.” THE QUIVER MUMPS c9 Eleanor was very, very lonesome. Everyone had the mumps; that is, her two brothers and her sister had. As Eleanor had never been ill with this disease, she was not allowed to go near the others. All toys had lost their interest, all books had been read over and over again, all crayons were worn out, and there seemed to be nothing to do. So Eleanor’s mother took her to the bazaar. She told her to be sure not to touch anything. Eleanor was very, very happy now. As she looked at the various things, her eyes grew large with wonder. Mrs. Cardigan bought her some books and candy. While she was waiting for change at the candy counter, Eleanor slipped away. Eleanor went to the stall where the mechanical toys were kept. She picked up a dog and wound it, just to see how it ran. Something clicked! She put it down and it only blinked at her. Very, very much frightened, she ran back to her mother. On the way home she was very quiet, outwardly at least. Inside was a war of thoughts. “I touched the dog after Mother told me not to, the stall lady will lose her money. I wish I could tell Mother what I did!” Eleanor had always been held up to her twin brother when he got into trouble because he did not tell his Mother what he had done. Eleanor told her Mother everything. She felt that she could never bear to be a model again. ... The next morning she had the mumps. She was so sick that her mother would not leave her. The dog seemed to sit and blink at her day and night. One night she awoke with a scream. “Oh. Mother Take the dog away! Take him away! Please!” Her mother asked her what she meant. When she had heard the whole story, she comforted Eleanor and soothed her until she fell into a peaceful sleep. As soon as Eleanor was better, she and her mother went back to the bazaar and asked to see the dog. They were told that sometimes the toys would catch, but a little push would repair the spring, as it had in the dog. Eleanor’s mother bought the dog for her, and she promptly christened it “Mumps.” After her mother had explained to her how-much happier she would have been had she told of her fault immediately, she resolved to go back to the old way of telling her mother everything. MARGARET McGILL, '27. 40 THE QUIVER HAVING MY PHOTOGRAPH TAKEN I never hear of anyone’s having his photograph taken without recalling my first experience. I was about eight years old when my father decided that my brother and I should be photographed together. This statement had a bewildering effect upon Brother and me. We had several pictures of dead relatives in our family album ; and when Mother showed them to anyone, she always said, “This is Aunt Maria. Poor thing! This photo was taken just before she died,” or “This is Cousin Stella’s little girl. She was such a dear little thing. This picture was made right after her death.” As a result, Brother and I expected to die any moment before or after being photographed. Father made an appointment with a photographer, and David and 1 anxiously awaited the fatal day. The night before, when Mother gave Brother and me our baths, .' he scrubbed us so hard that we thought death was surely coming upon us. Then I had to sit still for half an hour while Mother “did up my hair on rags. The morning of “the day came. Brother and I were up early and were full of excitement. Mother dressed us in our best clothes: me, in a stiff white dress, with a great bow on my hair; and Brother, in his white sailor suit. We looked “very sweet and darling,” Aunt Agnes said. When we were ready, Mother took each of us by the hand, and we started off. Soon we were at the photographer’s. As Brother and 1 were very much frightened, the man hastened to assure us that there was nothing to fear. He made me sit on a chair and had Brother stand near me with his hand on my shoulder. Then he commanded us both to watch the time-worn “birdie” appear. To our great astonishment and terror, the man hid himself under a black curtain, hanging from a queer box which stood on three legs. Still cautioning us to watch for the “birdie,” he pressed a rubber ball, there was a click, and our photographs were taken. Still Brother and I watched for the mysterious bird, wondering if he were the thing that was going to kill us. The photographer emerged from the curtains and told us to sit smiling affectionately at each other; but we began to complain about not seeing the “birdie.” The man said if we obeyed him. we would surely see it this time. It was beyond my comprehension how I could see a bird while smiling at my brother. Brother was trying to “make out” the same puzzle. As a result, when the man pressed the bulb, we were grinning, with one eye on, each other and the other on the camera. Football, 1923 Baseball Champions, 1924 THE QUIVER 41 Neither Brother nor I had seen the bird. We were very much upset. We glared at each other, each angry with the other for having to smile at him instead of looking for the bird. The first thing Mother knew, we were pummelling each other. Mother was scandalized. C rasping us each by the hand, she departed for home in high dudgeon. She was so angry and gave us such a spanking that I thought our pictures would be those taken “just before they died.” Mother vowed she would never take us to a photographer’s again. In conclusion, I must say that neither of the pictures was hung i:i the parlor, but both were discreetly hidden in the attic. LILLIAN COOK, 24. HARD LUCK Henry Moore was twelve years old, and Henry was a very good boy. He was captain of the baseball team and was very proud of his honor. But Henry had done a very foolish thing. He had, a short time before, hoped, wished, and prayed for a baby brother, and finally, one morning he was presented with a baby. But alas! It was a girl 1 aby! And since then, Henry had been a very misjudged boy. Mother: “Ruthie is asleep; don’t stamp your feet.” Father: “Don’t talk so loud.” Mother: “Come upstairs and find out; don’t shout.” Father: “Shut off that radio! Understand?” But Ruth never “shut off” unless she was asleep. And now, on the day of the game. Mother had made Henry tend 1 aby until she returned from the store. And they were going to play their rival team, “the Sluggers.” Life was unbearable. Henry would run away to New York, or maybe Hoboken, and become a sailor. Then, when he was an admiral and wouldn’t look at them, they would be sorry they had treated him so badly. Henry looked at the clock; only twenty minutes more. “Skinny” Johnson would be making them practice now, and he was no good. F'ive more “hour-minutes” passed and still no mother. Then ten minutes of two and baby getting fussy. Henry gave her his ball to play with. Another agonized look at the clock—five minutes of two. Henry was ready to commit murder when he heard Mother’s step, but instead, gave an Indian war whoop and dropped baby. He reached the field in two and one half minutes. Of course his team won, but Henry and his “gang” made a resolution that if any more baby girls disturbed their peace, they would all become Herods. EUNICE COCKROFT, ’25. 42 THE QUIVER A GUEST Boswell says, “On Friday, March 31, I supped with him and some friends at a tavern. One of the company attempted, with too much forwardness, to rally him on his late appearance at the theatre; but had reason to repent of his temerity. ‘Why, sir, did you go to Mrs. Abington’s benefit? Did you see?’ Johnson: ‘No, sir.’ ‘Did you hear?’ Johnson: ‘No, sir.’ ‘Why then, sir, did you go?’ Johnson: ‘Because, sir, she is a favourite of the public; and when the public cares the thousandth part for you that it does for her, I will go to your benefit too.’ ” I can see the man referred to as “one of the company,” standing near the wall with his back to it. He was a picture of poor health with his short, skinny body. He wore knee breeches, pumps with buckles on them, a fancy waist-coat, and a jacket that reached to his knees. He had lace ruffles, instead of cuffs, falling over his hands. His wig was arranged much like the present bobbed hair of girls. He had the complexion of an Arab. His small nose and ears were in contrast with his high forehead. His beady eyes were set far behind dark eyelashes. His mouth, as he ended each question, turned up at one corner and with it. a one-sided smile broke over his face, while his head was tilted to one side. After Johnson answered his last question by. “Because, sir. she is a favourite of the public; and when the public cares the thousandth part for you that it does for her, I will go to your benefit too,” the smile of the person spoken to vanished until the corners of his mouth were turned down as is the shape of the new moon. The eyes dropped, the figure sank into the chair behind him. and his grating voice was heard no more. His attitude of lost hope was apparent by his forbearing to speak again during the whole dinner. Probably he was- some politically inclined person, hoping, by making Johnson remember him and in some way compliment him, to attract the attention of the public, and, when the time came, to try for a public office. If these were his hopes, they must surely have been shattered by Johnson’s annihilation of him, only because he had asked those questions when Johnson was in the wrong mood to reply with more courtesy. EDWARD TEACHMAN, '25. THE QUIVER THE ADVENTURES OF CLAUDIUS BARKUM. 43 The following are some extracts from a diary found at Pompeii during the excavations there. Some of the pages had been destroyed but much of the diary is still legible. The first page reads thus: “I, Claudius Barkum, the most illustrious dog without a collar in Home, do on this day, February 13, 431 B. C, start this diary, to which J shall, from day to day, add the events of my life.” A few pages are torn out here. The next legible date is October 15, 430 B. C. “This morning I was walking near the gates of the Royal Palace and met a tiny, furry thing. It looked like a dog, but I was not sure. 1 smelled it two or three times and it turned and said in a shrill voice, ‘Thou low varlet, cease to sniff me.’ 1 was never so surprised in my life. I took one more sniff, then felt a sharp prick on the end of my nose. He had bitten me! My mother was the only one who ever 1 ;t me and got away with it. I took him by the back of the neck an.I shook him. He rattled as a tin can does when it mysteriously becomes attached to the end of one’s tail; and when I dropped him, he lay flat. I took one look at him and ran off. “October 16, 430 B. C. There was a great fuss today about a dog which was found dead near the palace gates. I suppose it was the insect I shook up yesterday. “October 17, 430 B. C. 1 was almost run over by the consul’s carriage today. 1 followed it to get revenge and to my great joy, the consul’s hat blew off. I had a great time with it, and finally dropped it over the Tiber Bridge.” Facsimile of a page of the original manuscript. This page tells of Claudius’ journey to Pompeii, where he spent the remainder of his days. ffif ipe -h� -yi-yi W®w Woof Woof'wU w 0VWvwW Wow Woof 0WWww v! DAVID BRUCE ’27. 44 THE QUIVER HIDING KITTY When I was about six years old, I had a little black kitten. One clay my mother and I were going visiting. We had not gone very far before we discovered that the kitten was following us. My mother told me to take it back to the house and put it somewhere so that it could not run away. I did. When we returned home about two hours later, Mother heard a soft “meow.” She called the kitten, but it did not come. Then she asked me where I had put it. You can imagine her horror when I said, “In the ice-chest.” The poor kitten came out shivering, but none the worse for its experience. MARY KEENAN, ’24. AN OLD GRAY HCR3Z When I was about five years old, I spent several hours watching a poor, old gray horse die. This horse had convulsions, and all the children “thrilled” when the animal groaned and moved about. Nobody went home until the horse had passed away. It was a great event. The following day, my mother found me groaning and acting as though I were in great pain. She became very worried and decided to call the doctor. As she came in to sympathize with me. I grinned up at her and said, “Mamma, do I look like that poor, old gray horse?” MARGARET MURPHY, 24. “HONEY BOY” hen I was about two or three years old, my father used to sing to me every night. I always wanted the same song, “Honey Boy.” One evening, my mother took me with her to hear a musicale in Harris Hall. I remained silent for a long time; but when the singing stopped for a moment, I held up a little rubber dog, which I had carried with me, and called loudly, “Sing ‘Honey Boy’ for doggie and me.” Imagine my mother’s surprise when she heard this in the big, quiet hall. She did not stay for the rest of the concert, but took me home, where I could shout to my heart’s content and listen to my daddy’s singing, which I appreciated better than anybody else’s then. ISABEL L. MORGAN, ’24. THE QUIVER A PCOR LITTLE ANT. 45 I have read several stories about the perseverance of ants, but ] never took much notice of them until the other day, when I was standing by an old apple tree and noticed something moving on it. I pon closer examination, 1 found that it was a black ant, carrying a crumb five times larger than itself. i decided to find out for myself how much perseverance this ant really had. I knocked it from the tree to the ground. It picked up n s l«.ad and began to climb the tree again. I knocked it off seventeen times. Each time, the ant picked up its load and patiently climbed the tree trunk again. 1 think that if I had knocked the ant off fifty times, it would still have kept climbing the tree. I found that an ant, though small in size, is really as fine an example of perseverance, ambition, and patience, as any human .being is. DOROTHY GIBSON, '24. THE STEEL WORKERS The sun was rising in the East. Down the dark, walled street A car rattles on, With its human cargo Going To their tiresome toih Heavy, hard, hot, And dirty. Is the task they perform, These steel workers of brawn. J. LEWIS FARLANDER, ‘24. “TIME TO GO” One day, when my brother and I were very young, the minister of our church called at the house. When he entered, he hung his hat «m the rack in the hall. After a while, he said that he must be going. My brother, who was in the room at the time, disappeared, and when he came back, he carried the minister’s hat. He walked up to the minister and innocently said: “Here’s your hat.” MILDRED HAMLIN, ’24. 46 THE QUIVER SEEING NEW YORK 4 A friend of mine tells this joke on herself. During’ her first visit to New York, she decided to go to see Brooklyn Bridge. She was unaware of the fact that the elevated ran upon it, so at the proper station she got out, but looked in vain far something like a bridge. Finally she called an official and inquired the nearest way to Brooklyn Bridge. The man looked at her incredulously for a moment, and then, with a grin, replied, “Madam, you are on it now.” MABEL HUDSON, ’25. i THE ROAD A road runs through the island, a road which is dear to me, It turns and twists as it goes, and it leads to the open sea. That road is my road on the island; it’s like a friend that will never fail; And as I walk this road of mine, I see a distant sail. Every day I follow and follow this road as it goes, And here is a masive hemlock and there is a small wild rose. MABEL WARBURTON, 74. IS , M.ss L—: “What do yoiV know'about Duke Senior?” Pupil (prompting) : “Banished—banished.” V. H—t: “He—he—vanished.” B. C—n (translating .the following) : “Occisis ad hominum milibus I III—bfaving killed about four thousand miles.” Miss L—: “Tell all you can about Longfellow’s life.” Freshman: “He was good to his wife.” FOOTBALL f • f . t Although most of last year’s squad was lost by graduation, an excellent team was developed by our coach, Mr. Ladd. Woonsocket was the v ictor in four of the seven contests. There was no preliminary game; the first contest was played with West Warwick. In the next game, East Providence, which eventually won the championship, was held to a scoreless tie. The good work of Messere and Peloquin was responsible for the 7-6 victory over Hope, an ancient rival. Durfee, a newcomer on the football schedule, barely defeated Woonsocket by a one-point margin. The team was put out of the pennant Pawtucket. The scores: Sept. 26 vs. West Warwick 27— 0 Oct. 5 at East Providence 0— 0 Oct. 11 at Hope 7— 6 Oct. 19 vs. Cranston 26— 0 Oct. 26 vs. Durfee 6— 7 Nov. 2 at Pawtucket 0—28 Nov. 9 vs. Classical 13—12 The men who received their letters were: Captain Dumas. Hoyle, Schneider, Peloquin, Dickey, O’Connor, Sokoloff, Nasse, Cloutier, Cavedon, Messere, Darman, Comire, Voelker, Preston (Manager). BASKETBALL Only one regular player of last year’s basketball team returned last fall, but Mr. Murphy turned out a good team. It defeated Fitchburg, winner of Tuft’s Tournament last year. Soon after the season had started, the team was severely handicapped by the illness of Peloquin, the star center, who was lost for the rest of the season. 48 THE QUIVER Dumas and Reilley filled the gap and made a creditable showing. The new team played well and won several games. It showed up best with Rogers at Newport, although we were defeated. The season was a very great financial success. The letter men were: Seniors—Peloquin (Captain), Laroe, Riz-zini, Dumas. Sherman, Falk (Manager). Juniors—Reilley, Woolley, Cloutier. Sophomores—Strickland. The scores: vs. Hope 15—22 vs. Bryant Stratton 3.3—18 vs. Alumni 27—30 vs. Providence College Freshmen 26—21 vs. Providence Technical 45—16 vs. Worcester Classical 36—22 vs. Fitchburg 37—17 vs. Rogers 19—25 vs. Franklin 18—17 at Franklin 4—11 vs. Worcester Commerce 22—26 at Fitchburg 11—27 at Rogers 21—39 at East Greenwich 17—15 vs. East Greenwich 11—16 vs. Hope Quintet 17—12 CRC3S COUNTRY The cross-country team, after several weeks of practice under the direction of the coach, Mr. Murphy, won the annual crosscountry run he’d at Roger Williams Park in November. This makes the fifth victory in six years, a very fine record. The members of the team who finished among the first tep were as follows: Hoard, 3; Woolley. 5; Helfand, 7; Hill, 9. These men received their letters. INTERCLASS TRACK MEET The annual interclass track meet was held April 30. There was great rivalry between the teams of the Senior and Sophomore classes, and the winner was not decided until the last event. The Seniors won this event and captured the meet. The score: Seniors 58, Sophomores 45J4, Juniors 23j , Freshmen 14. THE QUIVER FRESHMAN-SOPHOMORE MEET 49 On April 21, a track meet was held between the Freshmen and the Sophomores. The final score showed a victory for the Sophomores, 85-36. Zocca of the winning team was the high point scorer. RHODE ISLAND STATE TRACK MEET Woonsocket High entered the Rhode Island State College Track Meet for the second time. We scored 10 points and took fifth place. Peloquin was second in the high hurdles, third in the discus, and tnird in the shot put. The other point scorers were Helfand, who was third in the low hurdles, and Schneider, who was fourth in the high hurdles. SENIOR TRACK MEET Woonsocket High finished second in the Senior Meet at Andrews Field. The team gathered 37 points, scoring in every event except the mile run. Peloquin was the highest scorer of the meet with 18 £ points. I le won the shot-put, high hurdles, took second in the low hurdles, third in the broad jump and discus, and tied for third in the high jump. Zocca was second in the 100-yard dash and third in the 220-yard dash. Schneider finished second in the high hurdles. In the 440-yard run. Roy placed third and Gilchrist fourth. Woolley took fourth in the pole vault and tied for third in the high jump. Hoard, who was fourth in the half-mile, Helfand, who was fourth in the low hurdles, and O’Connor, who was fourth in the hammer-throw, also scored for Woonsocket. The relay team consisting of Jarosz, Sokoloff. Gilchrist, and Roy, finished in third place. JUNIOR TRACK MEET Woonsocket High School won the Junior Track Meet at Andrews Field for the first time. The team piled up a total of 50 2 points. Zocca, who won the 100-yard dash and the 440-yard run and was second in the low hurdles, was the star of the meet. Hoard won the mile and took second in the half-mile. Woonsocket took all places in the pole vault: Woolley first. Remillard second, Fagan third, and Keenan fourth. Woolley also placed third in the broad jump and tied for second in the high jump. Helfand won the broad jump. Strickland and Sheehan took third and fourth in the 220-yard dash. Robinson, who placed second in the shot-put and Roy, who was second in the 440-yard run, were the other point scorers. 50 THE QUIVER TENNIS William W. Ingraham, former Woonsocket High School athletic star, has been elected captain of the Harvard Tennis team. Paired in doubles with his friend, Arnold W. Jones, he had a ery successful season in the major tournaments. They won the doubles at Longwood and were ranked seventh in the National Doubles Ranking of the United States. He sails this summer for Europe, a member of the combined Harvard-Yale team who are scheduled to play a combined Oxford-Cambridge team in England. Arthur Ingraham, Jr., 1923, younger brother of “Bill” and older brother of “Andy,” is now at Phillips Exeter Academy. Arthur Ingraham, Jr., has been selected to lead the Exeter Academy Tennis team. He won the annual tournament at Exeter, in which one hundred and forty boys took part. Paired with his friend, Richard Chase of Providence, he was ranked tenth in National Junior Doubles Ranking of the United States. BASEBALL The Woonsocket High School baseball team won the championship of the Rhode Island Interscholastic League. The team was coached by Mr. Ladd and led by Captain Laroe. It was composed ♦costly of veterans from last year. Hope and Commercial, both strong teams, were each defeated twice. The scores: vs. Blackstone 10- 2 vs. Cranston 17-11 vs. Commercial 10- 3 vs. Classical 15- 1 vs. W'est Warwick 8- 4 at Hope 2- 1 vs. Pawtucket 4- 1 at Durfee 1- 5 at East Providence 5- 0 vs. Worcester Commerce 6- 5 at Cranston 8- 2 at Commercial 3- 1 vs. Hope 3- 2 vs. Durfee 5- 6 at West Warwick 6- 3 vs. Blackstone 7- 8 at Pawtucket 4- 0 vs. East Providence 9- 0 THE QUIVER 51 Hn flDemortam JAMES JOSEPH DEFFLEY, ’24 On April 27, 1924, James A. Deffley, a member of our school, succumbed, after a few days of illness, to pneumonia. His death was a great shock to the faculty and to the pupils, who were all his friends. Jimmy,” as he was known to us all, was a real boy. He had, in a large measure, that quality which is greatly admired by everybody , but not found often ; namely, a sense of fair play. In everything he did, whether in the classroom, or on the baseball field, he never took an unfair advantage. He was a true “sport,” one who could lose and still retain a smile. Although he is no longer present among us, his memory still lives with us. WILLIAM DALTON, ’25. MADOLENE F. GOODWIN, ’26 One day you left our school, but in our hearts you linger still. ou were ever kind and patient, always faithful in your duties, always true in your friendships. Although we miss you, Madolene. we find comfort in the thought that you now are happy in God’s classroom above. HELEN M. WHEELER, ’26. THE QUIVER JAMES JOSEPH DEFFLEY With a happy face he greeted us, As each and all passed by, With a cheery word and a sunny smile, And a twinkle in his eye. And then one day God called to him. To claim his great reward,— He closed his eyes in sweet repose. And went to meet his God. O, my classmates, do not grieve, 'Tis better it is so. Such happines as now is his Was never felt below. And when at last the day is come, When our cares and trials are o’er, He will then, oh classmates of mine, Rejoice with us on the other shore. MADONNA MULLIGAN, 24. The qUive SENIOR NOTES 63 Ballou, Irene—Glee Club 2, 3. “She kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was .gay ! She danced a .jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.' Belrose, Glabys—Glee Club Z, 3. “Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.” Hicknell, Abigail—Cercle Fran ais 3; Glee Club 2, 3; Quiver Board 4-. “1 hate nobody; 1 am in charity with the world.” Billings, Alma—Glee Club 3; -Entertainment 3. “A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.” Blech ek, Rebecca—Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Graduation Speaker. “Give every man tky ear But few thy voice.” Bren ner, S. Harry—Debating 2 3, 4. “Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse And sayings of philosophers.” Brouili.ard, Alphonse “Progress is the law of life.’' Brown, Ethel?—Glee Club 2, 3, 4; T. I. Club 4. “Fun and good humor are conducive to good health.’ Clark, Russell—Track 4. “He that has patience may compass anything.” Cook, Lillian—Secretary 4; Vaudeville 4; Treasurer 3 ; Quiver Board 3; Graduation Sj eaker. “My Book and Heart Must never part.” Crowley, Catherine—Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Dramatic Club 2; Vaudeville 4. “The world is so full of a number of things. I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.” Crowley, Theresa—Glee Club 2, 3, 4 Dramatics 4; Cercle Franqais 3 . “Remember this,—that very little is needed to make a happy life.” Dailey, Mary—Dramatics 4. “Sing away sorrow, cast away care.’' Delys, Yolande—Vaudeville 4. ’“With sanguine hues did her complexion shine.” Dumas, James;—Fdotball 2, 3, 4; Basketball 1, 2 3, 4; Vice-President 2j Treasurer 1-. 54 THE QUIVFR Lngelbach, Byron—Orchestra 3, 4. 'J “It will discourse most eloquent music.’' Fagan, William “Noise is not a necessary attribute of success.” Falk, Coleman—Basketball Manager 4. “To look on the bright side is to look on the right side of life.” Farlander, Lewis “A smile will go a long, long way.” Feeley, Reginald—President 1, 2; Vaudeville 4; Dramatics 4. “When you do dance we wish you A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that.” Friedrichs, Beatrice—Vaudeville 4; Glee Club 2, 3. “In every deed of mischief she had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive. and a hand to execute.” Garneau, Adriana—Vaudeville 4. “With dreamful eyes my spirit lies Under the walls of paradise.” Gibson, Dorothy—Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Arbor Day Speaker 4; T. I. Club 4. “Strew gladness on the paths of men— You will not pass this way again.” Gilchrist, John—Cross Country 2; Track 3, 4; Dramatics 3, 4; Public Speaking Contest 4. “His speech is a burning fire.” Golden, Gertrude—Glee Club 2, 3; T. I. Club 4; Class Day Dramatics. “Whate’er there be of Sorrow I’ll put off till to-morrow.” Greene, Margaret—Glee Club 2, 3. “Unthinking, idle, wild and young, I laugh’d and danced and talk’d and sung.” Hamlin, Mildred “A face with a smile and a story of wit made the long hours short. Heath, Raymond “Gladness of heart is the life of man, and the joyfulness of a man prolongeth his days.” Hunt, Mary—Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Vaudeville 4; Dramatic Club 2. “To-day, whatever may annoy, The word for me is Joy, just simple Joy.” Kane, Rose—Glee Club 2, 3; T. I. Club 4; Class Day Speaker. “Pleasure 1!cj thichest v hcre r.o pleasure seems.” THE QUIVER 55 Keenan, Mary—Glee Club 2, 3; T. I. Club 4. “Make a virtue of a necessity.” King, Edith—Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Vice-President Cercle Francis 3; T. I. Club 4; Graduation Speaker. “A man in earnest finds means, or if he cannot find, creates them.” I.apierre, Melba—Dramatics 4; Glee Club 4. “1 have talked with Betsy, and Betsy has talked with me. And so we’ve agreed together that we’ll never disagree.” Faroe, Harold—Vice-President 4; Athletic Advisory Board 4; School Council 4; Basketball 4; Baseball 2, 3, 4; Graduation Speaker. Lloyd, Thomas “Indu’d with sanctity of reason.” Logan, Louise—Glee Club 2, 3; Class Day Dramatic s. “The measure of a man’s life is the well spending of it.” Iaiveland, Ida—Dramatics 4; Vaudeville 4; T. I. Club 4; Glee Gub 2, 3. “If all the world were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.” Lynch, Katherine “First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do.” Manning, Margaret—Dramatics 4; Executive Board 1. “Act well your part, there all the honor lies.” McGuire, Joseph “Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.” McKenna, Mary—Glee Club 4; T. I. Club 4. “The vocation of every man and woman is to be kind.” Morgan, Isabelle—Dramatics 4; Glee Club 4. “I shall have my Will; and having my Will, I shall 1 e content.” Mulligan, Madonna—Glee Club 2, 3, 4; T. I. Club 4; Dramatic Club 2; Quiver Board 4. “The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart.” Murphy, Margaret—Dramatics 4; Glee Club 2, 3. “Happy am I; from care I’m freel Why aren’t they all contented like me?” Nichols, Dorothy—Treasurer 4; Vaudeville 4; Class Day Dramatics. “She moves a goddess, And she looks a queen.” Osborne, Dorothy—Glee Club 3, 4; T. I. Club 4; Cercle Frangais 3. “A kind and gentle heart she has, To comfort friends and foes.” 56 THE QUIVER Partridge, Alice—Executive Hoard 1 ; Glee Club 2, 3; Secretary T. I, Club A ‘‘Here's! to the day when it is May And care a$ light as, a feather.” Peloquin, Wilfred—Baseball 2, 3, 4; Track 2, 3, 4; Basketball 2, 3, 4; Football 2, 3. 4; Se retary 2; Vice-President X Pratt, Evelyn—Arbor Day Speaker 4; Class Day Speaker; Glee Club 2 3 'I- “Laugh and the world laughg with you.” Preston, William—Manager Football 4; Quiver Board 4. “He had talents equal to business.” Redfern, Sarah—Secretary 1; Glee Club 2, 3; Dratriatic Club, 2J, “How small a part of time they share, They are so. wondrous sweet and fair.” Reid. Janet—Dramatics 1 ; Glee Club 2, 3; Graduation Speaker . “The habit of expecting success often, brings success.” Rizzini, William—Track 2, 3; Cross Country 1; Baseball 3; Football 2: Basketlxdl 4; Treasurer 2; Athletic Advisory Board 1, 2, 3, 4; Vaudeville 4; Dramatics 3, 4; School Council 4, Roberts haw, Matilda—Dramatics 4; President T. I. Club 4; Glee Club. 3, 4; School Council 3; Treasurer Cercle. Fran ais 3 “Her voice is clear as the hells afar, “As sweet as the bell that’s near.” Rodgers, Amy—Glee Club 2, X “Be good, sweet maid, as good as you are clever. Ryan, Mary-i—Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Cercle Frangais 3. “Little deeds of kindness, little words, of love, Help to make earth happy like the heaven above. Rynn, John “A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows. Schlansky. Lquis—Dramatics 4; Treasurer T. I. Club 4; Orchestra 3, 4. “Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.” Schneider, Lucien—Football 3, 4; Track 3. 4; Cross Country 1; Athletic Advisory Board 4. “But now my task is smoothly done, I ean fly, or I can run.” Scott, Chester “Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assured us.” Sherman, Samuel—Basketball 4. Delays have, dangerous end§ — THE QUIVER 57 Siiorr, Jacob “I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin.” Sokoloff, Nathan—Football 3, 4; Track 2, 3, 4. “E’en tho’ vanquished, he could argue still.” Swartz, Doha—Glee Club 3, 4; Typewriting Contest 3; Piano Accompanist for Vaudeville and Dramatics 4; Class Day Speaker. “Cheerful at morn she wakes from short repose. Breasts the keen air, and carols as she goes.” Tkrkel, Irving—Debating Class 3, 4. “No question is ever settled Until it is settled right.” Ullman, John—Cross Country 3; Cross Country Manager 4; Baseball Manager 4; Stage Manager 4. “So build we up the being that we are.” Ullman, Louise—Orchestra 3, 4; Vaudeville 4; Executive Board 4; Quiver Board 4; School Council 4. “My object all sublime, I shall achieve in time.” Vose, Huldah—Glee Club 3; Vaudeville 4; Graduation Speaker. “The will is free; Strong is the soul, and wise and beautiful.” Warburton, Mabel—Glee Club 2, 3, 4; T. I. Club 4. “Love truth, but jiardon error.” Zimmerman, Beatrice—Dramatics 4; T. I. Club 4; Glee Club 2, 3. “Laugh and lie merry.” 58 THE QUIVFR The officers of the Senior Class for 1923-24 are : President, James Dumas; Vice-President. Harold Laroe; Secretary, Lillian Cook; Treasurer, Dorothy Nichols. The officers of the Junior Class arc: President. Alfred Cavedon: Vice-President, Ernest Cloutier; Secretary, Eleanor Welles; Treasurer, Raymond Taylor. The officers of the Sophomore Class arc: President, Prescott Brown; Vice-President. Mary Welles; Secretary, Leslie Strickland; Treasurer, Virginia Sherman. The officers of the Freshman Class are: President, David Bruce; Vice-President, Dorothy Laroe; Secretary, Richard O’Connor; Treasurer. Henri Rizzini. In the fall, the members of the 2a and 2e divisions of English presented in the hall the courtroom scene from “The Merchant of Venice.” The 4a division of English subscribed for the “Literary Digest” during the fall term. Dorothy Nichols acted as treasurer and William Preston as business manager. At Christmas time, the members of the 2b and 2g divisions of English presented before the student body scenes from “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens. During the year, at the Tuesday morning assembly. Miss Pond has given a series of very interesting talks on objects of art in the school. To make these more clearly understood, she made careful sketches of them. She also placed in the low-er hall, where pupils might examine them at leisure, pictures, photographs, and sketches on subjects connected with her talks. The members of 3f and 3c divisions of English gave special programs, with m .sic and recitations, at Thanksgiving and Christmas time. THE QUIVER 59 In December, the members of the 3a division of English presented, before division 3b, a playlet entitled “Malcolm’s Coronation,’’ written by Metcalfe Walling. In January, about forty pupils took the Schick tests and treatments. Many Senior girls have played for the opening exercises on Tues-,!ay and Friday mornings. Thelma Pond played for the singing lessons. The Girls’ Glee Club has this year been under the direction of Miss Coggeshall. The High School Orchestra has been under the direction of Miss Cole. The orchestra played at the Vaudeville Show, at the Arbor Day exercises and at “Golden Days.” On Lincoln Day, an interesting program was given in the Assembly Hall. Several Civil War veterans spoke of having seen Abraham Lincoln. Ruth Brown recited “Comrade! My Comrade!” and nine pupils recited the “Gettysburg Address.” Miss Patterson, of t ie Rhode Island College of Education, read several scenes from John Drinkwater’s “Abraham Lincoln.” On February 15, the Senior class held its annual dance in the Assembly Hall. The hall was appropriately trimmed with Valentine Day decorations. MacDonald’s orchestra played. The patronesses were Mrs. A. Dumas, Mrs. E. Laroe, Mrs. D. B. Cook, and Mrs. W. P. Nichols. During the year we have received the “Aquilo” from Ricker Classical Institute, Houlton, Me.; “Tech Review” from Technical High, Providence; “The Broadcast” from Everett High, Everett, Mass.; “The Clintonians” from Clinton, Iowa; “The Meteor” from Berlin High, Berlin, N. H.; “The Gastineau Breeze” from Douglas, Alaska. On Friday, March 21, Dr. William F. Barry, chairman of the School Board, presented a portrait of Mr. Spratt. the gift of the city of Woonsocket to the High School. Mr. Rockett accepted the gift in behalf of the pupils and the alumni. Mr. Albert Desrochers, chairman of the High School committee, read a copy of the resolutions adopted by the School Board at time of Mr. Spratt's death. Mrs. Helen M. Dailey and Dr. J. J. Gearon were also present. The Woonsocket High School Debating Club has had a successful year. It has held one public debate besides the weekly club debates. The officers were : Leslie Arnold, President; Metcalfe V ailing, Secretary-Treasurer ; Miss Wyman, coach and faculty advisor. In March, the Debating Club gave a debate before the student body. The subject was: “Resolved, that the United States should recognize Soviet Russia.” The negative side won. 1 he affirmative 60 THE QUIVER side consisted of S. Brenner, I. Terkel, P. Duhatnel, and H. McMichael, alternate; the negative side, M. Walling, F. Terkel. R. Brown, and D. Bruce, alternate. 1 he Junior Cooking Class has given a series of luncheons under the supervision of Miss Coggeshall. The guests were members of the faculty. The members of the cooking class are M. Eastman, E. McCann, E. Robinson, I. Mowry, S. Hagopian, M. Neville and M Phillips. In the spring, the mothers of the Seniors met in the Assembly Hall with Mr. Rockett and discussed graduation. It was unanimously decided to lessen the expenses by making graduation more simple. In April, Captain Frank Armitage of Claik University gave a very interesting talk on the value of going to college. Mr. Armitage has distinguished himself in many ways during the war and in civilian life. In April, the pupils of Mr. Murphy’s Chemistry classes went to Pawtucket and visited the Gas Works. The members of Mr. Rodger’s Civics classes visited the Police Station in April. The Public Health Nursing Association offered a prize for the best essay written on the advantages of tag day. Metcalfe Walling. 25, and Louise Harris, '26, were winners. On April 30. led by Mr. Rockett and Mr. Murphy, the Senior class attended the funeral of their classmate, James Joseph DefTIev. Joseph Coffey, Wilfred Peloquin, and James Dumas went to the cemetery as special representatives of the class. The Junior Class held its annual dance, Friday evening. May 2. The hall was decorated attractively in lavender and gold On the walls were hung the pennants won by the school in interscholastic events. A parrot, lent for the occasion, was suspended from the stage n front of the musicians. The patronesses were Mrs. Joseph Cavedon, Mrs. Ovila Cloutier. Mrs. Charles Welles, and Mrs. George Taylor. Under the direction of Miss Merrill, a delightful Arbor Day program was carried out on May 9 in the Assembly Hall. The orchestra played and the Seniors sang “Auld Lang Syne.” Following were a number of recitations: “The Tree as a Living Thing,” P. Fontaine; “The language of the Trees,” L. Emidy; “The Leaf as a Vital Factor,” E. Pratt; “America Must Reforest,” I. Terkel; “Be the Best V hatever ou Are,” D. Gibson. Edith Woolley rendered a charming solo. I he school sang “ elcome ! Sweet Spring Time. and “There’s Music in the Air. Mr. Rockett, with the students, acknowledged the efforts of Miss Merrill. THE QUIVER 61 In May, Mr. R. G. Lane, from Bryant Stratton Business College, addressed the Seniors. In May, a fashion show was staged in the Assembly Hall by members of Miss Coggeshall’s classes. Each model wore tne hat or dress which she had made. Models were also selected from the Domestic Science department to wear gowns lent by tne Harris u Mowry Co., the McCarthy Dry Goods Co., and the l aliberte Gown Shop. Miss Coggeshall spoke of the appropriateness of each costume displayed. The members of the 4c division of English have, during the year, given several programs on different authors whom they have been studying. On May 12, William Preston, Harold I aroe. and Nathan Sokoloff took part in a competitive chemistry examination, given to representative teams from high schools throughout the state by R. I. State College, at Kingston. Newport High School was awarded fi:v.t honors. The annual Singleton Cup Prize Speaking Contest, with Woonsocket. Franklin, Mansfield, Plainville, and Foxboro High Schools participating, was held May 16 in the Assembly Hall. Mansfield High won the cup. The Woonsocket speakers were John Gilchrist, who gave “The Lance of Kanana,” and Antha Card, who gave “Jack.-' The boys’ silver medal was awarded to John Gilchrist. During the intermission, violin solos were played by Mrs. Evelyn Fellows Offers accomiwmied on the piano by Mrs. Henrietta A. Fellows. Mr. Rockett reports that there lias been an increased high school spirit manifested in and around the school building and in the attendance and enthusiasm at the games. In the spring. Miss Cole was appointed physical training instructor, and all the girls elected to take two periods of gymnasium a week. Healthful exercises in the gymnasium were taught by Miss Cole. Folk dances in the Assembly Hall were one form of exercise. Out of doors, the girls have practiced broad jump, high jump, hurdles, shot-put, and races. The Vaudeville Entertainment given on January 23 and 24. under the auspices of the Woonsocket Teachers’ Association and the Woonsocket High School, was a success in every way. The audience taxed the seating capacity of the hall on both evenings. More than $400.00 was made from the sale of tickets and candy. The program was arranged and carried out in real vaudeville manner. There were ten different acts, including an advertising act set to music; dances, including the Argentine Tango; Spanish dance, Ballet dance and costume dance and song; a reading, two one-act plays, and an act featur- 62 THE QUIVFR ing two real comedians. The high school pupils who took part in the different acts were: John Henry, Rene LaBarre, Beatrice Friedrichs, Sarah Gilpin, Peter Dickey, Florence Delabarre, Reginald Feeley, William Rizzini, Louise Ullman, John Nasse, Geoffrey Leach, George Pratt, James Dumas, John Gilchrist, Edith Woolley, Matilda Robert -shaw, Dorothy Nichols, Yoland Delys, Catherine Crowley, Helen Von Flatern, Huldah Vose, Margaret Cullen, Dora Swartz, Fred Allen, Bertha Randall, B. Messere, B. Englebach, Margaret Neville, Edith King, Mary Keenan, Mary Hunt, Irene Ballou, Ida Loveland, Lillian Cook, Ena Robinson, Marguerite Phillips, Ruth Brown, Margaret Manning, Albert Place, Charles Martel, Louis Schlansky. The stage manager for the entertainment was John A. Ullman, ’24, who was assisted by M. Lamb, B. Engelbach, W. Preston. The committee from the Teachers’ Association, in charge of all arrangements, included: Miss Mary McGawley, chairman; Miss Wyman, assistant chairman; Miss Gilbane, Miss Esther McGawley, Miss Barry, Miss Marion Long, Miss Zita Cook, Miss Madeline Dailey, Miss Crawford, Miss Emery, Miss Margaret McGrath, Miss LaFond, Miss Irene Long. The first meeting of the Woonsocket High School Parent-Teacher Association was held April 22, 1924, in the High School hall. The officers are as follows: President, Mrs. Harry H. Ullman; First Vice-President, Mrs. Henry C. Card; Second Vice-President, Mr. James F. Rockett; Recording Secretary, Miss Ethel E. McCombe; Corresponding Secretary, Miss MadeleineG. Cass; Treasurer, Miss Muriel McFee. “Golden Days,” a four-act comedy, was presented by the pupils of Woonsocket High School in Assembly Hall before an audience that occupied every seat on the floor and in the balconies. The play was given by seventeen pupils, directed by Miss Wyman of the High School Faculty. ' The cast follows: Mary Anne Simmonds Mrs. Drexel Kirkland Elaine Jewett Patty Ellison Trella Webb Annabelle Larsh Felice Mrs. John Simmonds Betsy Scroggins Sarah Applegate Slissy Matilda Robertshaw Margaret Manning Beatrix Zimmerman Margaret Murphy Stearns Theresa Crowley Melba Lapierre Ida Loveland Isabel Morgan Mary Dailey THE QUIVER 63 Richard Stanhope William Barclay Lloyd Henderson Teddy Farnum Charles Mason Edgar Moon Frank Montgomery Reginald Feeley Louis Schlansk William Rizzini Albert Place Geoffrey Leach George Pratt Metcalf Walling Reginald F. Feeley, 1924 in “Goldln Days” All business arrangements were taken care of by the T. I. Club, composed of members of the Senior shorthand class. The president, Matilda Robertshaw, and treasurer, Lo.uis Schlansky, printed 700 programs. took charge of all advertising, gave a report of all expense contracted, all biils paid, and total amount of profit to Mr. Rockett. 64 THE QUIVER This play gave the commercial class an excellent opportunity to display a knowledge of the practical business training they receive at high school. Members of the Senior shorthand class are: Matilda K. Robert- Matilda K. Robertshaw, 1924 in “Golden Days’’ shaw, Margaret Manning, Alice Partridge, Louis Sch’ansky, Abigail Bicknell, Rebecca Blecher. Ethel Brown, Lillian Cook, Catherine Crowley, Theresa Crowley, Mary Dailey, Annie Dunn, Beatrice Friedrichs, Sarah Gilpin, Rose Kane, Gertrude Golden, Dorothy Gibson, Mary Hunt, Edith King, Ida Loveland, Margaret Kearns, Mary Keenan, Melba Lapierre, Madonna Mulligan, Mary McKenna, Isabel Morgan, Margaret Murphy, Dorothy Osburne, Evelyn Pratt. Mary Ryan, Dora Swartz, Mabel Warburton, Beatrix Zimmerman. THE QUIVER LIBRARY NOTES €5 We had fourteen magazines in the library this year. “The House Beautiful” was the only one added to last year’s list. “The School Review” has been given by Mrs. Spratt. From September to the middle of May, 3577 books and magazines were taken out for home use. One hundred sixty-six books were added this year. Of these, two were given by the Class of ’23. Seventy were donated by Miss Wyman, Miss Mowry, Weltha Walling, '23, Mrs. Harriet F. Clark, Mrs. George Hazlehurst, Mrs. Harriet Welles, ’95, Dr. J. N. Mowry, V8, Mrs. Spratt, and Gregory’s Book Store of Providence. COMMERCIAL DEPARTMENT NOTES Members of the Senior Class received the following awards this year: Remington Certificates: Abigail Bicknell, Rebecca Blecher, Ethel Brown, Theresa Crowley, Mary Dailey, Dorothy Gibson, Gertrude Golden, Rose Kane, Edith King, Melba Lapierre, Ida M. Loveland. Margaret Manning, Isabel Morgan, Madonna Mulligan, Margaret Murphy, Dorothy Osborne, Alice Partridge, Matilda Robertshaw, Mary Ryan, Louis Schlansky, Beatrix Zimmerman, Anne Dunn. Underwood Certificates: Abigail Bicknell, Rebecca Blecher, Ethel Brown, Catherine Crowley, Mary Dailey, Edith King, Melba Lapierre. Ida Loveland, Isabelle Morgan, Evelyn Pratt, Louis Schlansky, Beatrix Zimmerman, Anne Dunn. Remington Card Cases: Rebecca Blecher, Ethel Brown, Rose Kane, Edith King, Margaret Manning, Madonna Mulligan, Louis Schlansky, Beatrix Zimmerman, Dora Swartz, Anne Dunn. Underwood Bronze Medal: Rebecca Blecher, Ethel Brown. Gertrude Golden, Melba Lapierre, Alice Partridge, Evelyn Pratt, Louis Schlansky, Dora Swartz, Beatrix Zimmerman, Anne Dunn. Underwood Bronze Bar (50 words a minute for 15 minutes): Edith King, Dora Swartz. Remington Gold Medal (55 words a minute for 10 minutes. Errors limited to 5) : Louis Schlansky, Dora Swartz. Underwood Silver Medal: Edith King, Dora Swartz, Anne Dunn. Royal Pin: Dora Swartz. Royal Card Case : Anne Dunn. 66 THE QUIVF.R Members of the Junior Class received the following- awards: Remington Certificates: Grace Burlingame, Earl Calcutt, Elwood f alcutt, Kathleen Callanan, Ella Carlson, Laura Dartt, Mabel Donovan, Rene LaBarre. Hilda Litchman, Mildred Marra, George Pratt, Russell Ross. Margaret Shannon, Helen Stearns, Anne Susel, Helen Von Flatern, Gladys Bailey. Remington Card Case: Gladys Bailey, Grace Burlingame. Earl Calcutt, Ella Carlson. Hilda Litchman, George Pratt, Margaret Shannon, Helen Von Fratern. Underwood Certificate: Gladys Bailey, Grace Burlingame, Eva Burgess, Earl Calcutt, Elwood Calcutt. Laura Dartt, Saturn Hagopian, Rene I aBarre, Leslie Hoard. Hilda Litchman. George Pratt. Russell Ross. Margaret Shannon, Helen Stearns, Anne Susel, Helen Von Flatern. Underwood Bronze Medal: Gladys Bailey, Grace Burlingame. Earl Calcutt, Elwood Calcutt, Laura Dartt, Saturn Hagopian, Rene LaBarre. Hilda Litchman, George Pratt, Margaret Shannon, Helen Von Flatern. Royal Certificate: Earl Calcutt, Elwood Calcutt, Laura Dartt, Saturn Hagopian, Rene LaBarre, Russel Ross, Marguerite Shannon, Helene Von Flatern. Royal Pin: Earl Calcutt. During the past year the following students have received certificates for proficiency in penmanship. Sophomores: Amy Olsen. Marion Rubin, Florence Hawkins, Mary Ward, Cornelia Donan, Madolene Goodwin (deceased), Florence Morin, Alice Kibrik. Freshmen: Anna Talbot, Florence Heffernan, Rose Helfand. THE QUIVER 67 The annual meeting of the Woonsocket High School Alumni Association was held June 26, 1923, in the High School Assembly Hall, with Frederick S. Brown, President, in the chair. The principJ speakers were Attorney General Herbert L. Carpenter. ‘98, and Francis I. McCanna, ’96. “Helpless Man,” a one-act playlet, was staged by four High School pupils. A report of the school was given by Mr. (. C. Spratt, principal of the High School. Miss Beatrice Woolley sang two soprano solos. The officers elected were: President, F. elyn Pussier, ’97; Vice-President, Paul L. Smith, T5; Secretary, Mrs. Hortense Mayer Gauvin, T8; Treasurer, Miss Mary E. W illiams, 90. Mrs. Evelyn W. Spaulding, ’92, and Miss Florence P. Mowry, ’92, were elected trustees of the McFee Memorial Library. An Information and Employment Bureau is being established at the Woonsocket High School for the benefit of graduates, and to make the records of the Alumni Association more complete. A stell cabinet has been purchased. This cabinet has two drawers and can contain about 2500 cards. The record of graduates kept by Mr. Spratt, our late principal, has been used in this work. Letters have been sent to all graduates of the school since the class of 1875, asking them to fill out a questionnaire giving name, address, present occupation, etc. Nearly two hundred replies have been received to date. It is planned to have as nearly complete and correct a record as possible. The copying and the arranging of the cards are being done by the typewriting department under the supervision of Miss Cass. 68 THE QUIVER ALUMNI NOTES ’92—Carrie Kollet’s address is North Uxbridge, Mass., R F. I) Box 62. ’96—Frank W. Buxton, managing editor of the Boston Herald, has been awarded the Pulitzer prize of $500 for the best editorial appearing in 1923 in any American newspaper. His article was on “Who Made Coolidge?” ’96—Francis I. McCanna, a member of the law firm of Lee and 99 Robert A. Cook has been made chief engineer of the Chicago Alton railroad. McCanna of Providence, is author of a new legal work called the “New Era.’’ 02 Mrs. Beatrice Greenwood Carpenter is now residing in Lancaster. Pennsylvania. ’05—Dr. David Worral of Boston spoke at Rhode Island State College recently on “The Opportunities Offered to the Graduates in Chemical Industries.” ’05—George H. Henderson has been ma le Chief Engineer of the State Board of Public Roads. 06 Mrs. Marjorie (Cook) Davis. Mount Holyoke, ’ll, is Professor of Bacteriology in the Medical School at Constantinople. An article by her on “Constantinople College” appeared in the October, 1923, “Mount Holyoke Alumnae Quarterly.” ’ll—Walter Thayer is now residing in North Oxford, Massachusetts. ’13—Byron A. Hudson, assisted by Miss Dorothy Norris, formerly ' f this city, gave a song recital at the First Baptist Church on May 13. 1924. He is now tenor soloist at Grace Episcopal Church at Providence. ’14—Harry Leon is Professor of Greek and Latin at the University of Texas. An article by him on “Cicero’s Birthplace” appeared in the February, 1924, number. 1 Mrs. Mary (Bryden) Jones is now living in Lynchburg, Virginia. T7—Florence A. Genereux is teaching at Bryant Stratton College. Providence. R. I. 17 Gustave Savaria and Harold Peloquin, ’21, are now in the real estate business with an office on Main Street. ’18—Irene Long is now a member of the High School faculty. T8—Helen L. Brown. Simmons, ’23, is assistant dietician in a hospital in Valhalla, New York. THE QUIVER 69 19—Raymond Hudson has been on football, basketball, and track at Rhode Island State College this year. ’20—Catherine M. Connor, Radcliffe, ’24, has been awarded the Maria Denny Fay Scholarship. She has previously received other honors and scholarships. '20—Leonard Hathaway is a member of the Glee Club and of the Engineering Society at R. I. State College. He is also sergeant in the Reserve Officer’s Training Corps Battalion. ’20—Roy Howard is leader of the Rhode Island State College Orchestra. ’21—Leo Desrosier was elected Speaker in the Student Government House at Boston University. He is also circulation manager of the “B. U. News.” ’21—Helen Card is School Notes Editor of the “Cushing Academy Breeze.” ’21—Mrs. Gertrude (O’Bryan) Adams is residing in Hendersonville, N. C. ’22—Ned Cola and Louis Feldman have a studio on Main Street and are teaching stringed instruments. ’22—Mildred Hathaway has won honors at Rhode Island School of Design. ’22—Virginia Williams has spent the past year in Stockholm, Sweden. ’23—Lionel Tanguay is attending the School of Mechanics at Kansas City, Mo. ’23—Edwin Seagrave is studying at Mt. Hermon School, North-field, Mass. ’23—Nickerson Taylor and Arthur Ingraham are studying at Phillips-Exeter Academy at Andover, Mass. ’23—Heminway Hamlin is attending Bryant Stratton Business College at Providence, R. I. SPECIAL NOTES A son was born to Mr. and Mrs. Chris Allen on April 12, 1924. Mrs. Allen before her marriage was Miss Margaret Walker, domestic science teacher for some time at the High School. 70 THE QUIVER {I • IN ADVANCED SCHOOLS 1923-1921 Brown '20 Carlton Aldrich ‘20 James Sims '20 Donald Bertch '21 Soron Damarjian '21 Mildred Hoy.e ‘21 Isadore Schwartz '21 Philip Voelker '22 Richard Connell '22 Ralph Fitzpatrick 22 Roland Harrall ‘22 Doris Johnson '22 Sadie McMichael '22 Elizabeth Smith 22 Susan Donahue ’23 Nelson Wright Boston University '19 William Block '20 Lillian Maher '21 Leo Desrosier '21 Koorhen Semonian '21 Esther Terkel '21 Sylvia Emery '22 So'.oman Croman '22 Agnes Winn '23 Mae Owens Harvard '20 William Ingraham Holy Cross '20 Raymond Betagh '21 Austin McMichael Massachusetts Inst. Tech. '20 Russell Ambach Mount Holyoke '20 Dorothy Allen '20 Mae Litzenberger N. Y. Sch. of Fine and Applied Art 22 Madeleine Roswell Providence College 19 Joseph McGee '20 Joseph Dowling ’21 Edward Dwyer '21 Frank McGee '21 Edwin Marrah '21 Henry Roberge ‘22 Maurice Bachand 22 Frank McGauley '22 Leo Tessier '23 Gilbert Marrah '23 James Winn Radcliffe '20 Catherine Connor R. I. State College '19 Raymond Hudson '20 Leonard Hathaway '20 Roy Howard '20 Morris Norman '21 Frank Barnes '21 Leslie Burlingame '21 Harold Heath '21 Arthur Miller '22 Albert Worrall '23 Ermino Messere S’mmons '20 Alida Mailloux '20 Alice Red fern University of Louisiana '21 Alfred Carr L'n'vers'ty of Michigan '22 Constance Clark Wellesley '23 Frances Taylor Worcester Pol. Inst. '18 John Dufault Yale 18 Hymen Mayerson (Grad.Sc.) '20 Buell Hudson University of N. Y. '22 Nathan Israeli Canisus '22 Edward Franklin Colby '23 Nathan Lor insky Lowell Textile '22 Gerard Tanguay '23 Leslie Redding New Bedford Textile '21 Jacob Pressman '21 Eugene Willey '21 Chester Woodward r. I. College cf Education '21 Gertrude Callanan '21 Cora Carroll '21 Edith Donahue 21 Margaret Donahue 22 Margaret Brennan '21 Esther Israeli '21 Margaret Murphy 71 THE '22 Margaret Graham '22 Gertrude Lloyd '22 Genevieve Quinn ’22 Katherine Degnan 2.5 Florence Callanan '2.5 Frances Betagh '2.5 Irene Donovan '2.5 Margaret Ryan K. I. School of Design 2(1 Burton Woodward 22 Henry Crepeault '22 Mildred Hathaway R. | llosp. Nurses’ School '17 Mary Cook '2.5 Eileen Gilchrist '2.5 Florence Haberstick '2.5 Kathleen Grady Ch’l Jrcn’s Hospital, Boston, Mass. '2(1 Gertrude Miller Baltimore Dental '22 Sam Pressman QUIVER Oxford, England 17 Louise Feely Rensselaer Pol. Institute '15 Raymond Richardson Emmanuel '21 Benilde Leony Posse School '21 Dorothy Hendricks E. M. College, Michigan '23 Pearl Hannon Ins. of Musical Art of N. Y. C. Helen Smith Naval Academy, Annapolis, Md. 22 Paul Card Military Acad., West Point, N. Y. '22 Raymond Chaput MARRIAGES, 1923-24 Francis I. McCanna, ’96 Clara Billings Jenks, ’02 Flora McKenzie, '04 John Gilbert, ’08 M. Alice Holland, ’08 Alice Janson, ’10 Eugene J. Murphy, ’10 Charlotte C. Wheelock, ’12 Anna M. Marlborough, ’13 Byron Hudson, ’13 Harold W. Morse, ’14 Marguerite McLearney, ’14 Elsie Cowburn, ’16 Francis J. King, ’16 Geraldine Ryan Dr. Benj. F. Hartman Fred Hilton Angela Collins Fred A. Rogers Patrick Coyle ’03 Helen Gunnigan, ’17 Guybert Armitage Wilfred LaRiviere Gladys Brainerd Edna V. Dickey Leonard Maher William Mason Alice Aldrich 72 THE QUIVER Harmon Poole, '17 G. Hortense Mayer, '18 Mary B. Degnan, '18 Marion L. Cook, '19 Ruth E. Bethel, '19 Gertrude E. Dartt, '19 Beatrice Woolley, '19 John Woolley, '19 Ruth Schlivek, '18 Irma P. Willey, ’17 Camille E. Gauvin Arthur Campbell John H. Reed Kenneth E. Summers Herman Schmidt Richard Robin Grace McCullough John Roland Adams DEATHS Miss Eliza MacDermott, 77 Mrs. Rilla (Sanderson) Fuller, '04 THE QUIVER AIMLESS ARROWS 73 CULLED FROM THEMES “I am preparing to go to West Point. (West Point is a military school.)” “The house is square with a slanting roof and a projecting foundation.” “Franklin’s home hasn’t a front door, but has a place to put the ash cans.” OUTLINE I. Products of Middle America. 1. Dry districts. (a) Pulque (national drink of Mexico.) “Mars is the smallest planet and nearest to the sun; we tried to commute with her a short time ago.” “I had a pail with me to get some berries and a gun.” “In ‘How I Killed a Bear’ it tells of a man going blackberrying.” “Arietta Black was an old woman of about fifty she had almost white hair, very thin and not very tall.” 74 THE QUIVER “The feathers were imitational, as Squire Bracebridge said there had been too much morality among the peacocks to kill them.” “At the Christmas dinner they had the bore’s bead, and all kinds of vegetables, roast duck, potatoes.” “Hercules made twelve commandments.” “He died eighty years old, and was berried in the sea. He died with a smile on his face. “We saw two pairs of eyes shining brightly. I took a long pole, climbed the tree, and poked them down one at a time. As each one fell, the dogs would make short work of him.” “Here I am, and a flock of golden hair appeared between the bushes.” “In this way they pasted the evening.” “There were men in fine hose that had well-kept beards.” “He untied the tin can from my tail which had been placed there by some boys.” “I had a brown dog with white spots situated around its face.” “At the age of twelve he entered the convict, a school in which boys were trained for court-chaple.” Miss B—: “Where do we next hear of the Black Knight?” M. F—m: “In the next chapter.” Miss C—: “What is a quack doctor?” Pupil: “Horse doctor.” Miss M—: “In what state were these three writers born?” M. R—n: “In Baltimore.” Compliments of TWO GRADUATES J. L. F. and W. S P. Compliments of A GRADUATE J. A. U. W. G. RICH W. H. HOUGHTON Lawyer Notary Public INSURANCE 122 Main Street Compliments of R. L. DA1GNAULT Federal Building WALTER H. SHARKEY Attorney-at-Law Compliments of A. A. WEEDEN, M. D. CITIZEN’S NATIONAL BANK MESSERE BROS. Expert Shoe Rebuilding High Grade Shoes 124 North Main St. 8 South Main St. JOSEPH BROWN CO. HOPE’S DUFFY, THE TAILOR 186 Main Street For the Best Ladies and Gentlemen THE “SWEET SHOP” Candles You’ll find the best here AYOTTE’S SHOE FIX Court Square BURLINGAME’S MARKET Compliments of for J. F. FLYNN Latham’s Milk and Cream Stationer Newsdealer W. J. DAVIS Art Photos and Greeting Cards 137 Main St. Woonsocket REMILLARD BROS. 276-2% Main Street DORA L’ESPERANCE Clipping, Shingle Bobbed Hair, Marcel, etc. 18 Commercial Bldg. J. J. LEVEIN SON Clothiers Third floor Commercial Building, Woonsocket, Rhode Island Compliments of LONGLEY BLDG. BARBER SHOP J. C. EMIDY Attorney-at- Law 1617 Longley Bldg. Frederich Earle Whittiker ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Woolworth Bldg. E. J. DAIGNAULT ATTORNEY-AT-LAW 9 Longley Bldg. DR. F. W. SENIOR Compliments of DR. A. P. COTE Longley Building Compliments of MULVEY’S HAT STORE BRESNAHAN GROCERY COMPANY KAUFMAN’S Hats and Gents’ Furnishings 110 Main Street LEMERY CORSET SHOP 233 Main Street MARTIN SHOE CO. Cant lever Shoes Stetson Shoes For Women For Men MARTHA RICHARDSON Harper Method Shampooing, Manicuring, Facial Massage, Scalp Treatment, Marcel Waving, Hair Cutting 20 Longley Bldg. Phone 156 M JEWELRY CO.V _1C HIGH ST. OPP. DEPOT WOONSOCKET, R. I. Cross Country Champions, 1924 Components of J. J. BAXTER, M.D. KYNN’S Stationery 325 Main Street Woonsocket CCSSETTE’S SILK SHOP Commercial Building Third Floor Compliments of KEARNS ROCHELEAU “The Live Store” ROBINSON COMPANY 170 Main Street You Need MORINSURANCE IDA S. MORIN Insurance that Insures 26 Commercial Bldg. VERONEAU’S BOOT SHOP Hems of Smart Footwear 281 Main Street Compliments of AN ALUMNUS SAMUELS Jeweler 114 Main St. Woonsocket, R. I. Compliments of BERARD NORTH CO. M. C. PIERANNUNZI Footwear Repairing Near Court Square Compliments of W. S. PRESTON 243 Main Street THE QUALITY STORE Ladles’ and Gents’ Clothing 279 Main Street Next to Bijou CHARLES H. McFEE Attorney-at-Law THERESA JONES Hemstitching 45 Commercial Building Compliments of A FRIEND Keep the Happy Memory of School Days for All Time YCUR GRADUATION PORTRAIT Our styles of School Pictures are appropriate to the occasion. Special Discount to Graduates Make your appointment early. 329 Main St. Phone 1158-W Compliments of DR. WM. F. BARRY Northeastern University Day School of Business Administration Confers Degree of BACHELOR OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION in Finance, Retailing, Marketing, Accounting, Sales - M anagemen t. Industrial Management, Merchandising. Surveys of commercial and industrial plants. Conferences with prominent executives. Careful educational and vocational guidance. Open to graduates of the Woonsocket High School without entrance examinations, and to those offering IS units, upon recommendation of the Headmaster or Superintendent. On request, the business manager will send you the Day School ‘ Bulletin’' throughout the year. - Address TURNER F. GARNER, Dean School of Business Administration NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY Boston 17, Mass. v . t Compliments of FALL YARN MILLS I Compliments of FRENCH WORSTED COMPANY CITY LUMBER CO. Dealers in LUMBER OF EVERY DESCRIPTION BRICK—LIME—CEMENT Upscm Board Sheet Rock Sheet Rods Reynold’s Asphalt Shingles Asphalt Shingle3 333 RIVER STREET ARTHUR I. DARMAN, INC. Compliments of IRON TRAP ROCK CO. Compliments of HAMLET TEXTILE CO FAIRMOUNT FOUNDRY THE TOGGERY SHOP Complete Outfitters for Men and Boys 101 Main Street 1 DR. REID KELLOGG Osteopathic Physician Kreige Building Main Street J. F. and C. L. KIRBY Kreege Building PRODUCERS SAVINGS BANK Woonsocket, R. I. A. L. MERRILL Portrait and Commercial Photography 122 Main Street Woonsockv!, R. I, PRODUCERS NATIONAL BANK Woonsocket, R. I. Compliments of MANUEL DEVOTO Best Fruits in Season 230 Main Street Compliments of ST. JAMES HOTEL I BEAUDET REGISTERED OPTOMETRIST 111 Main Street Woonsocket ITc Fit Feel Correctly VERONEAU’S SPECIALTY BOOT SHOP 128 Main St. Kresge Bldg., 2d floor Compliments of TAFT’S Compliments of OV1LA LAMBERT ATTORNEY-AT-LAW DR. F. W. SENIOR A FRIEND Compliments of PURE FOOD MARKET 261 South Alain St. Tel. 415-R Compliments of DR. PH. P. EPSTEIN 26 Main St. 9 Cumberland St. Compliments of PROGRESS CONFECTIONERY Compliments of DR. J. J. BAXTER Compliments of AGNES JOHNSON GOWNS Tel. 423-M Woonsocket Compliments of DR. E. D. CLARKE Tel. 705-11 E. DI PARDO EXPERT SHOE BUILDING | IFe Specialize in “Herman's Police Shoes GOODYEAR WELT SYSTEM Compliments of GRESNAHAN GROCERY CO. j LINTON PHARMACY j Oscar A. Roberge. Reg- Phar., Prop 4 Monument Sq. Woonsocket. R. 1 EDWARD DENEVERS 36 South Main Street KAUFMAN’S MATS AND GENTS' FURNISHINGS 110 Main Street SAMUELS JEWELER The Olympia Shoe Shine Hat Cleaning Parlor 114 Main St. Woonsocket Bohaine Bros., Drops. 269 Ma n St. Woonsocket Compliments of DR W. H HARRALL LaROE’S MUSIC STORE DENTIST Compliments of DR. A. H. THURSTON R. L. DAIGNAULT Federal Building CHIROPODIS � ' Federal Block. Room 8 Woonsocket, Rhode Island WALTER H. SHARKEY DR A. M. CARIGNAN ATTORNEY-AT-LAW dentist Compliments of LEMERY CORSET SHOP 233 Main Street A. L. MERRILL PORTRAIT AND COMMERCIAL PHOTOGRAFHY Notv loiated over J. Brown Co. Compliments of MULVEY'S HAT STORE MAX W. COHEN Court Square DUFFY, THE TAILOR 186 Main Street Over Brown's Drug Store DR. GEARON DENTIST Senior Track Team Including Junior Interscholastic Champions, 1924