Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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!

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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

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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.