Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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

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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.

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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.