Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.

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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—.”

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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