Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.”

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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.

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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