Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

Text from Pages 1 - 96 of the 1925 volume:

DUNLOP, McCANNA BENNETT, Inc. “AN INSTITUTION OF SERVICE” MILLINERY, CORSETS, UNDERWEAR, GARMENTS, HOSIERY, WAISTS, CHILDREN’S WEAR 126 MAIN STREET WOONSOCKET, R. I. A SATISFACTORY SOURCE OF FUEL SUPPLY NEW ENGLAND COAL CO., Inc. MODERN SHOE STORE 94 MAIN STREET Star Clerks BROWN, '21 COOK, T8 WINN, ’23 MARY WINN. ’27 To AH the High School Graduates— CONGRATULATIONS AND GOOD LUCK JOHN C. COSSEBOOM Compliments of FALLS YARN MILLS Compliments FLORENCE DYE WORKS The Best in ELECTRIC WASHERS, CLEANERS, AND OTHER APPLIANCES J. PRATT 63 MAIN STREET WOONSOCKET, R. I. E. SCATTERGOOD COMPANY home furnishers 67 69 MAIN STREET WOONSOCKET COMPLIMENTS OF SIMMONS MAXON’S W. J. SMITH MEATS AI D GROCERIES 370 FAIRMOUNT STREET WOONSOCKET, R. I. TEL. 1168 Tel. 1850 ALA HAMLET AVENUE GARAGE F-. C. CHABOT, PROP. PAIGE JEfTETT—CHEVROLET SALES AND SERVICE 63 HAMLET AVENUE WOONSOCKET. R. I. COMPLIMENTS OF LA TRIBUNE PUBLISHING COMPANY CITIZENS NATIONAL BA?;:: E. DORIS LIND hair dressing SHAMPOOING FACIAL MASSAGE 19 HAMLET AVE. SCALP TREATMENT MARCEL HAVING MANICURING PHONE CONN. COMPLIMENTS OF WOONSOCKET INSTITUTION FOR SAVINGS 163-165 MAIN STREET Woonsocket, Rhode Island WOONSOCKET TRUST COMPANY “THE HOME OF THE CHRISTMAS CLUB” James M. McCarthy, President Wm. E. LaFond, Sec. and Treas. 106 MAIN STREET 521 SOCIAL STREET SHAMBOW SHUTTLE CO. J. B. FARNUM COMPANY R. I. PLUSH MILLS BEAUTIFUL GRADUATION GIFTS For the “Sweet Girl Graduat:-” or the Young Man H FELLMAN SONS, Inc. Jewelers—Optometrists 124 MAIN STREET WOONSOCKET. R. I. NATIONAL GLOBE BANK MECHANICS SAVINGS BANK WOONSOCKET, R. I. WOONSOCKET. R. I. PRODUCER'S NATIONAL BANK 166 MAIN STREET QUALITY FOOTWEAR J. J. GRAY TEL. 1306-W 310 MAIN ST. Member of CLASS OF 1904 SYDNEY WORSTED CO Dr. William F. Barry THE QUIVER 7 Litte Tributes to Barry In the death of Dr. William F. Barry, the Woonsocket High School has lost a sincere friend. During all, the years that Dr. Barry was connected with our school, he was ever faithful to our interests, ever loyal to the teachers and pupils, and a helpful, willing worker. Dr. Barry was always ready at a moment’s notice to do anything that would l enefit us. He was a man of his word and l)elieved in a “square deal” for everyone, while his cheerful, sunny disposition will long he remembered in our High School. For twenty-five years he has helped to make Woonsocket High School one of the Ix'st in the state. Although not a graduate of the school himself. Dr Barry was really an honorary member. At all times he was interested in the athletic department and spent much energy and effort in developing this field. We owe to him a great debt that can never be paid. We greatly appreciate his friendship and with sincere emotion mourn his death. DOROTHY B. ROBINSON. 25. Dr. Barry, one of the l)est friends our High School ever had. has gone from us. His loss will he felt by all who knew him. hut especially by those of our school who have listened to him in the hall and felt the sincerity of his words. However, since his death had to be. Christmas is the very best time for it to come, for he certainly represented the true Christmas spirit, always giving of himself to others and helping them cheerfully. He was always working for the benefit of our school and its students, encouraging athletics, going to all of the games that it was possible for him to attend, and striving in numberless other ways to make our school one of the best. He was very influential in the founding of our library, selected, himself, almost all of the first thousand books, and was one of the most active of its trustees. His every-ready smile and his keen sense of humor made friends of everyone. He will be missed in many, many places, but in no place more than in our school. ALBERT PLACE, ’25. Class of 1925 tHe quiver Junk, 1925 Price, 50 Cents DJTQ RIALS EDITORIAL STAFF ALBERT PLACE, '25, Editor-in-Chief £ARL CALCLTT, 2s I Business Managers METCALFE WALLING, ’25 J. GRACE BURLINGAME, '25 LOUISE ARNOLD. 2 . ELEANOR WELLES, ’25 EVELYN DROUIN, '26 DAVID BRUCE, '27 SENIORS! School is a wonderful place. Unfortunately, we do not know it when we are there. That realization will dome to us later, and we shall look hack U| oii, our school life as a period of great happiness, which can never he excelled. J low many times we have been told that we shall often wish for the “good old schooldays”! Do we listen ? Of course not! We have to find out for ourselves. 10 THE QUIVER While we are at school, our liest friendships are formed. We know one another thoroughly from daily contact. Life friends are made from schoolmates, who have, more than once, proved to l)e the very best kind of friends. They are usually the ones who “stick” and who help a classmate through some difficulty in later life. The Senior ear at high school is a very great privilege. It is made a happy one by every teacher. When the year is drawing to a close, the Senior begins to feel sorry that he has to leave so soon. He has grown to love his school and is just finding it out. FUTURE CITIZENS! We who have finished High School are about to separate and go our different ways. All of us, however, are going out to prepare to be better citizens. In order to do our duty towards our nation, we must first be good citizens in that nation! It is a great duty, and we owe it to the city, state, and country in which we live. Be of service! Give your very best! We all have the foundation. Why not build a firm structure upon it? It is far from being an easy task, but it always pays in the end. In order to help you, if you arc doubtful, the following definition has been composed: A good citizen is one who, with no selfish purposes, co-operates for the good of others, usir.g the Bible and the Constitution of the United States as a guide. Think it over. Classmates! Live up to it! HOW SHALL I EARN A LIVING? Now. to the Senior, comes the great question, What shall I do for a living? For the more fortunate ones who are to go to college, it is not very difficult to answer. They are going to prepare for certain professions. However, those who have to decide the question at once find that it is far from being an easy one. Very few who are not going to college have anything definite in mind. They must heed the warning, “Choose carefully.” 12 THE QUIVER A VACATION GREETING BY MEMBERS OF ENGLISH 4A To our School Committee, that gives us so many advantages, A Happy Vacation! To our Superintendent of Schools. Mr. Charles V. Carroll, whom we see so seldom, hut would like to see oftener, A Happy Vacation! To Mr. Rockett, our principal, who takes a great interest in the pupils, collectively and individually, A Happy Vacation! To our amiable and faithful teachers, who have tried so hard to drive a little knowledge into these uncomprehending minds of ours, A Happy Vacation! To our overworked librarians, who believe in having one wait outside of the library for his turn, A Happy Vacation! To the inventor of the “Help Book” and the “Five Minute Theme Book.” who finds all sorts of mistakes where no else would think of looking, A Happy Vacation! To High School graduates who sigh at the by-gone joys of school life, A Happy Vacation! THE QUIVER To the meek Freshmen, the knowing Sophomores, the insouciant Juniors, and the dignified Seniors, A Happy Vacation! 1 o grammar school graduates awaiting the mysteries of high school, A Happy Vacation! To the pupils who have studied hard, hut failed to win honors, A Happy Vacation! To the pupils who have fooled all the year long and then wondered why they barely “got by,” A Happy Vacation! T° the PuPi,s wh � deposited on bank day, and to those who did not. A Happy Vacation! 1 o the friend who is always ready to lend a pen or a pencil, A Happy Vacation! To those who come out unscathed from the jam at the lunch counter. A Happy Vacation! To our Mrs. Quinn, who is at all times ready to feed the poor, half-starved pupils, A Happy Vacation! I o those prodigies who are able to solve mysterious, puzzling, and exas perating algebra problems, A Happy Vacation! To all those who refrain from chewing gum during a recitation period. A Happy Vacation! To the patient, long-suffering janitor, who replaces the lost locker-keys, A Happy Vacation! To the kind-hearted lecturers who speak for an hour in the hall, thus letting us have a period of I atin (or study) omitted, A Happy Vacation! To the boys of our school teams, who have brought us honor and glory with their clean playing and fine sportmanship. A Happy Vacation! T° all the baseball fans who have cheered at our school games. A Happy Vacation! To those who almost had nervous prostration working to make the Quiver possible, A Happy Vacation! To one and all. in school and out. to everybody, A Happy Vacation! 14 THE QUiVER THE MODERN YOUTH S Last : Patricia Cooper, an intelligent, but seemingly frivolous girl of twenty. Andrew Cooper, her brother, a fiery, but well-meaning boy of twenty Henry li. Cooper, their father, a man of the old school Emily Cooper, their mother. Veronica Laine, a school chum of Patricia’s. Mrs. Laine. her mother. Mr. Laine. her father. Hugh Dean, her cousin. A butler. A maid. Act One. Scene - The living room of the Cooper home. A well furnished andi cozy room showing that the family is rather wealthy. Patricia a pr.ttv girl of twenty, at right strumming a ukulele. Andrew is at left rea fng “College Humor. A few magazines are scattered around him, Pat. fplayingtland smging)-All alone-tum-de-tum-tum-feehng '’1Ue Andv’Z tr heaven’s sake, shut up! You sound like two cats fighting. How do vou expect me to read when you’re yowling like that. Pat (languidly continuing to play)—Did you refer to me. Andy.—-Yes, I did. 1 think it’s fierce. Can’t read without having a din like that made! My life is wretched. Pat (interested)—Yes? Why? Andy (willing to be sympathized with)—Dad’s always after nw say ing I canH do anyfhing. Good-night! You'd think Dad and Mother were perfect When tliev were young! He tells how he studied when he was toy and goes on and on like that until I’m almost crazy. Pat (sweetly)—Almost? , . A Andy (throwing book down with a bang and glaring at her)— re you going to start now? Honestly, Pat, I do get sick of all this nagging. Sometimes I think I’ll run away. Pat.—Don’t be foolish, Andy. Enter”Mr! a well dressed man of middle age. He carries a papier and is smoking.) THE QUIVER 15 Mr. C.—Quarreling again? See here, young man, when I was—Wait, I want to talk to you. (This to Andy, who is sneaking out. Andy returns, looking sulky.) As I was saying, when I was young, we weren’t allowed to talk like that to our sisters. Pat. (trying to smooth things over)—But, Dad, he doesn’t mean anything. We understand each other perfectly. Mr. C. (going on crossly)—No matter. Andy should know how to control himself. Why, young men now-a-days haven’t half,.the self-control the used to have. No manners, no ambition, nothing! Young people now are de-er-de- deteriorating—yes, deteriorating, that’s what. When your mother and I were mar—. Andy (glowering)—Yes, Dad. we know all- Mr. C—Don’t interrupt. As I was saying when—(Enter Mrs. Cooper with an account book). Mrs. C. Oh, Henry, I should like you to look over these accounts with me. I never was very good at figures. Mr. C. All right, my dear. (To Andy.) Remember what I have said and try to be more ambitious. If the modern young folks could only have the brains, the—. Mrs. C. (foreseeing a long argument)—Hurry, dear, you know we intended to go to see Tom and Ada. Mr- C.—Yes, I’m coming. (They go out. Mr. Cooper looks back at Andy as he reaches the door and shakes his head.) Andy, (walking up and down rather theatrically)—You see? Always raving about the good old times and the sweet angels they used to be. I’ll show him. I’ll go away and—. Pat. Don t lie ridiculous, Andy. I agree with you that it’s hard on us when Dad keeps after us like that, but he really means well. Andy.—His good intentions don’t make me feel better. (He slumps in a chair and regards his feet moodily.) Pat.—But really we are wrong in some things. I suppose he thinks wc are absolutely useless. Let’s show him we aren’t. Andy. How ? Pat, think of something. You’re bright generallv. 1 at- Many thanks. Wait. (She chews her finger meditatively, talking to herself.) Now if we could—no, that wouldn’t do. Andy, I’ve got it. Andy.—Huh? What? Pat—Oh, it’s a great scheme. Next week Mother and Dad are going to Maine for a month. That leaves us free to carry out our plan. Andy.—Well, hurry up and tell it. Psb—It’s this. Let’s each earn fifty dollars by working at—oh, well— anything. Andy, (brightening up)—That’s easy. What can we do? Pat—Use your brains, Andy. What can you do ? 15 THE QUIVER Andy.—Nothing much. (Becoming thoughtful.) Gee, I don’t know much of anything. 1 can drive a car. Pat.__The very thing. Get a job as a chauffeur. I’ll he a lady’s maid. Andy.—Can you be a maid? (He laughs.) I can just see you obeying some one and saying. “Oh, oui. Madame.” (His accent is atrocious.) That’s the thing they say, isn't it ? Pat. (unruffled)—I can do it. Will you agree? Andy.—Sure. Let's look at the want ads. (He picks up a paper and skims through it.) Theatres, sporting news, sales, ah! here it is. (He brandishes the paper joyfully.) Pat.—Let me see, too. Andy, (they pull their chairs to a table)—All right, all right, don’t take it all. (Runs his finger down the columns.) Waitress, nurse-maid, second-girl, lady's maid wanted. Here we are. (Reads) “ anted at once, experienced maid and chauffeur. Apply ‘The Lodger Vale Avenue. That’s fine, Pat. Pat.—“The Lodge’’—why that’s—(She appears to be surprised). Andy, (still reading the paper and not noticing her)—Great. We can be together ; nothing could be better. Pat. (smiling)—Let’s try it. Now that’s settled, we can go over to Betty’s. I’ll take my uke. Andy, (grabbing it)—Not if I know it. Pat. (disdainfully)—Oh, very well, seeing you don’t like my— Andy—Don’t say singing. Pat.—.End the war and come on. (They depart, Andy whistling cheerfully. In a second Pat. comes back, picks updbe ukulele,,and rushes out.) . 4 cC r i Act Two. Scene: The living room of the Laine home, “ The Lodge Mrs. Laine, a dignified lady, is seated sewing. Veronica, her daughter, an attractive girl, is reading (not “College Humor,” however). Mrs. L.—I do believe I’ll never finish this. (Holds up a towel she is hemming.) The Uplift Society insists on each member’s making something for the hospital, and as an officer. I feel as though I should do even more. Our president, Mrs. Cooper, is always working hard for the so.ie y. Do you know her, Veronica? Yeron.—No, Mother, but I know Patty Cooper. She was at college with me last year. I hope we can meet her soon. I know you will like her. Mrs. L.—I understand she has a brother, too. Veron.—Yes, she has often spoken of Andy, but I have never seen lim, have you ? Mrs. L.—No. not yet. I should like to see them very much. (A butler enters.) THE QUIVER 17 I ut. Two young persons in answer to your advertisement, madam. Mrs. L.—Show them in at once. Hut.—Yes. madam. (Exit.) Veron. These must he the ones I was telling you of yesterday—the ones I,ouise Reeve recommended so highly. I showed you her letter. Mrs. L.—I hope they are capable. I am so tired of the servant problem. (Pat. and Andy are shown in. Pat. wears a simple, dark suit, very plain, but very becoming. Andy has on a suit that seems to have had much wear. They enter quietly and bow respectfully, waiting for Mrs. Laine to speak.) Mrs. L.—You are Jane Smith, I believe? Pat.—Yes, madam. Mrs. L.—And you (to Andy), James Smith? Andy.—Oh—er—yes, madam. Mrs. L.—I have received excellent references from your last employer. These state that you are honest and experienced. I believe vou will do. The wages will be fifteen dollars a week for the maid and eighteen a week for the chauffeur. (She rings for the butler, who comes in.) Mrs. L.—Take these peop’e to Mrs. Gray, the housekeeper, and have her arrange about their rooms. Or wait (as they are going out), er—Jane, please remain. 1 wish to talk to you about your new duties. (Pat. bows; Andy and the butler go out.) Mrs. L.—Now, of course, you understand the usual duties of a lady’s maid ? Pat.—Oh, yes, madam. (Enter butler.) Hut.—Madam, Mrs. Gray would like to sjieak to you. Mrs. L. Very well, tell her 1 am coming. (Exit butler.)- I must l ostpone this talk. My daughter will explain your work to you. (Exit. Veronica hugs Patty.) Veron.—P tty Cooper, you imp! (She laughs.) What on earth possesses you ? I am so curious to know why you are anxious to become our maid. Hat- Oh, Ronny, it’s so swc.t of you to help us. You see. Dad is so sure modern young people are useless that we decided to teach him a lesson by earning fifty dollars each. Veron.—That’s good; but why all the secrecy? I at- We don t want him to know alxmt it yet—we want to surprise him. (She smiles.) I was so glad when I saw your advertisement. I knew you would be a good sport and help us. Veron.—Of course. I’ll help. Does your brother know I’m in the secret ? 13 THE QUIVER pat.—No—I thought it best not to tell him. Veron.—1 hacl the most awful time trying to convince Mother you were just the right ones. She doesn’t suspect a thing. Pat.—Sh! she’s coming. Veron.—No. she’s passed by. Let’s go to my room. Pat. Pat.—Don’t call me that. Veron.—Very well. Jane, you may go. (Assuming a dignified air.) I find you satisfactory. I will accompany you. (She laughs and taking Pat’s arm. walks out with her.) Act II. Scene II. Three weeks later. Setting, same as before. Enter Pat in maid’s uniform. She hums softly. Andy follows her. He has on a chauffeur’s costume and is rather grimy. They sit down, and Andy yawns. Andy.—Gee, I never thought work was so hard. Cleaning that car was fierce. Pat.—But just think how much you’ve earned. It’s worth it. Andy.—I hope Dad appreciates our effort. If he doesn’t, no more work for this child. Say, where did Verc .ica go tonight? Pat—Why should you know? She went with her cousin, Hugh Dean, I believe. Mrs. Dean is having a dance, and she invited all the family. The rest of the servants are out, so we can talk here safely. Andy.—Our month will soon lie up. and I shall have the fifty. All earned by the sweat of my brow. (He laughs.) I almost hate to go away. Pat. (surprised)—Got a work complex. Andy? Andy.—No. Veronicitus. Pat.—What ? Andy.—It’s true. Ever since we came 1 have lieen crazy alxmt her. I think she is wonderful. As soon as I can. I am going to meet her as Andy Cooper, not Thomas Smith, the chauffeur. pat.—Do you think she will want to associate with her former servant ? Andy.—I don’t know—that’s the worst of it. Well, (He sighs.) I’m all in. So long. Pat. Pat.—’Night, Andy, sweet dreams. Andy.—Sure, of Veronica. (Exit.) Pat.—It’s so queer. Andy doesn’t dream Ronny and I are friends. From what she told me the other day, I believe she likes him, too. I’m so glad she knows he isn’t really a chauffeur. That would spoil everything. (She laughs and rises.) I’m a silly matchmaker. I’d better lie following Andy’s example and go to bed. (She switches off the lights. Exit.) THE QUIVER 19 Act III. Two weeks later. Scene, same as Act One. Mr. and Mrs. Cooper are on left side of room, talking quietly. Pat. and Andy are doing a cross-word puzzle at the table. Pat. W hat s this, Andy? A short road generally associated with the country, in four letters, ends in “e”? Andy.—I know, lane. (Aside to Pat.) Could I forget Veronica’s name ? I tt. Sh! W hat is the next ? A four-word let— (She is interrupted by the entrance of a maid.) Maid.—Mr. and Mrs. Laine, Miss Laine, and Mr. Dean. Andy (jumping up)—Great Scott! Mr. C.—What’s the matter now? Andy.—Er—nothing. (Aside to Pat.) Can it be Veronica? Pat. (innocently)—I don’t know. (Andy rapidly smooths his hair and straightens his tie.) (Enter Mr. and Mrs. Laine. Veronica, and Hugh Dean, a young man of about twenty-two.) Mrs. C. I am so glad you came, Mrs. Laine, as we arranged at the Uplift Club. We can have two tables of bridge. Mr. Laine, you know my husliand, of course? Mr. L.—Yes, we met in Maine last year. I could not forget the man who caught the largest fish of the season! Mr. C. (modestly)—Nothing remarkable. (They begin to talk in low tones.) Mrs. C—Now, may I present Patricia and Andrew? Children, this is Mrs. Laine, one of my fellow officers at the Club. Mrs. L.—I am very glad to—gracious! are these your children? Mrs. C.—Of course! (Veronica smiles at Pat. Andy looks uncomfortable. Mr. C. and Mr. L. stare at them.) Mrs. L.—How can they be? Mrs. C. What, Airs. Laine? Of course I know my own son and daughter. Mr. C.—What makes you think they are not? Mrs. L.—These things. This girl, (pointing to Pat.) was mv maid, and this man (to Andy) my chauffeur. All—What? No! Really? Mr. L.—It’s true, they were. They left two weeks ago. suddenly. Mr. C.—What have you to say. Andy? Andy.—I-—er—that is—er—yes, it’s true. 20 THE QUIVER Mrs. C.—Andy, do you mean to say you disguised yourself as a chauffeur and—oh! it’s terrible! (She sinks down overcome.) Veron.—Dear Mrs. Cooper, it’s all a mistake. We can explain it. Pat.—Yes, Mother, we can. You see, Dad was always bragging how fine the boys were when he was young, so— Andy.—We decided to show you we could he as good. We agreed to earn fifty dollars and we— Pat.—We got work. Andy was a chauffeur; 1 became a maid. Mrs. C.—My heavens! Mr. C.—Go on, this is interesting. Pat.—Veronica persuaded her mother to hire us. Andy.—Did Veron—I mean Miss Laine—know alxmt it? Veron. (smiling)—Yes, you don’t mind, do you? Andy.—No, not now. Mr. C.—And did you earn the money? A. and P.—We did! Mr C.—I’m proud of you both. I didn’t think you could. (He i� ats Andy on the shoulder and shakes hands with him.) Patty, my dear, 1 give you credit. 1 never knew you were so spunky. (He kisses her.) Mrs. L.—I never could have believed it if I hadn’t seen it all myself. To think such a thing was going on in my home all the time! Mr. L.—You have two great children, Cooper. Mr. C. (proudly)—I have, Laine. Veron.—We have forgotten poor Hugh. (She turns to Hugh and introduces him to the Coopers.) Mrs. C.—Suppose we leave the young people alone and go to play bridge. Mrs. L.—That would be amusing. (Mr. and Mrs. L., Mr. and Mrs. C. go out. Andy and Veronica sit at left. Pat stands talking to Hugh.) Andy.(to Veronica)—I never believed you knew. Pat. (to Hugh)—Let’s join Mother and the rest. (Exeunt.) Andy.—You see. Veronica, I always wanted to know you. Veron. (sweetly)—Now you do. Andy.—But lately I’ve wanted to know you more than ever. Veron.—Yes? Andy, (uneasily)—Yes. (He smooths his hair.) Oh, hang it, Veronica, you know what I want to say. Veron—Do I? Andy.—I want to tell you that I love you, that I have loved you ever since I saw you. Veron.—Don’t you think it’s a little early to say that? Andy.—No, I don’t. I’ve known you a month. the quiver 21 Veron.—As a chauffeur. Andy es. then I was your chauffeur. Can't I he it now tiear your chauffeur for life? ' V eron.—I —oh—A mly. Andy, (taking her hand 1-Please. Veronica, tell me. I'd make a Roml chauffeur. Won’t you hire me? Veron.—Perhaps so. HughAand theTst ) arm ar°Un ' 'Enter Pat with in order Se children' ',he ' i“™P) ' see congratulations are all r ah f f 7 “d k'Ws hCT 'm � g'ad everything ' , ,ght'. L'.. 5° s on the lx,rch and watch the moon rise „dv wouhl love it. (Andy and Veronica go out at left ) ,ltem alone.It S “h ° 'liStUr'‘ 'hem' Let’s •� «• an,, leave m„,he[rand7nY r-e W 1 - rtrS -r, - le'ermine 1 to s:°P the story (-Henry, never mind what you did. This is Andy, and he is a modern lw)y Mr. C (laughing) They’re all the same. I know. Twenty years from now Andy wtll l e talking about the good old days I a,,-I.et tomorrow take care of itself. Tonight we all want to play I r lge. and we are lostng ttme. I'm going. Come on. everybody. , F -,t followed by the others, talking and laughing.) ' Curtain. MABEL HUDSON, ’25. REVENGE BY RADIO you and your old radio.” cried Elizabeth “Vou’ll lie sorry! . as she hurst into tears. She came hack into the sitting-room from the front door where she had just said good-bye to her two chums. Billy had been so mean and Tbl i u ! V'V ,n ,heir Way fr°m sch00' t0 «« Billy's radio, am Ihe had locked the door . said girls didn't know anything about radio. . . they d just be ,n the way. . . he was busy trying ,o get m her asT ' ‘ Vu'5 ha 1 'eft. and Billy had even dared fo laugh at her as he came out of the radio-room and saw her crying. nil ,! fven,ng' whe A,Ian' their Older brother, came home. Elizabeth back BiUy0011 a d ‘ Planned 3 TOy by which Elizabeth could i,ay 22 THE QUIVER Billy, only fourteen years old. had made the radio; and, although it was only a one tube, he had lx-en able to listen in on many interesting hockey games. Tonight there was to l e a tine program, and Billy hurried through his supper to get back to his beloved radio. Even in his hurry, he noticed that Allan came to the table a bit later than usual, but he thought nothing of it. After he had been at his radio for half an hour, listening to a hockey game, he began to turn the dials back and forth to get some different stations. Elizabeth, who had l een sitting in one corner of the room studying, perceived this, and, getting up, slipped quietly from the room and up the stairs. Billy reached over for the paper to look at the radio news and suddenly he heard, “Station S-A-N broadcasting from San Francisco, Cal. You have just listened to Paul Whiteman and his orchestra. . . . Please stand by for two minutes for his encore.” Billy, mouth wide open and hardly able to believe his ears, dropped the pajx-r and called his mother and father. They hurried in and stood by Billy’s chair. Suddenly, forgetting his former meanness in his excitement, Billy called Elizabeth, too. But Elizabeth was busy She had gone to help Allan. In the room directly above the radio-room, Allan had collected wire, tubes, and the rest of the necessary paraphernalia and had in some way (Note: I am no radio fiend.) made a connection from the radio to the room upstairs, so Betty was able to talk into a mouthpiece and have it seem to come out of Billy’s loud speaker. After Elizabeth had made the afore-mentioned speech, unable to control her laughter and anxious to see Billy’s expression, she came funding down the staircase and into the radio-room with a most unconcerned expression on her face. Allan, who was afraid Elizabeth would go too far in the matter, followed her downstairs, after disconnecting the wires. “Well—that’s that,” smiled Allan to Elizabeth. Billy, who had waited untiringly for ten long minutes, turned suddenly and saw their lips twitching as if they were trying hard not to laugh. At that instant. . . (Billy had not dared to touch the dials lest he should lose the station). . . out of the loud speaker came: “Station W—E—A—N. Stand by for the Bedtime Story.” Billy, quick to grasp the joke, apologized to Elizabeth and, the next day. showed his radio to her friends good-naturedly. MARY WELLES, 26. 23 THE QUIVER THE BROWNIES The Brownies are helpful little folk from the age of seven to Girl Scout age. They are always ready to lend a helping hand and to use their sniile. At home, Brownies are always going about being useful and surprising .Mother by setting the table, taking care of baby brother, or untangling Daddy’s fishing line, which he thought would never be the same again. 1 he Brownie Pack consists of not more than twenty-four little folk, who are divided into four groups of six each. One of the girls in each group, who seems to have more initiative, is appointed as Sixer, or leader. Of course the Pack must have a leader, and instead of a captain, the Brownies have their Brown Owl, who must be at least twenty-one years old. She must thoroughly understand the ways of little people and train them to the best of her ability. Her lieutenant is Tawny Owl, who must be at least eighteen years old. The Brownie Game should be played, not only at the meetings of the i ack, luit everywhere at home, at school, and among one’s friends. Imagination is the one point which must l)e thoroughly stressed, for some jKioplc cannot realize how children like to imagine and dream, or suddenly, by some magic power, find themselves snatched away to the uttermost parts of the earth, where they see and hear wonderful things. The Brownie Game is played with Scout ideals, but not with Scout activities. The purpose of the Brownies is to make the children become better Scouts because they have teen Brownies. The little folk find magic and make-believe all leading, although they do not know it, to the building up of the character and the training of the mind. Through the ceremonies and fairy doings, the children learn to express themselves in the right way, both in willing service at home and in friendly fairness in the Pack. 1 o become a real Brownie, one lias to know the requirements for the Recruit I est, as it is called. It should not lie called a test, for most of the things can easily be found by watching the child. She must know the I romise: I promise to do my best, to love God and my countrv, to help other people every day, especially those at home.” She must also know the Uw: “The Brownie gives in to the older folk, but does not give in to herself.” These she can learn at the meetings, for each time they are discussed and repeated. In the same way she must learn the Secret Word. Sah, and the Motto, “Lend a hand.” The salute is unlike that used by the Scouts in that two fingers instead of one are held down by the thumb. The salute is used at the entrance or departure of Brown Owl, and other than that, it is not used except on rare occasions. The Brownie Smile is a very important factor in the lives of the children. They always keep it in their pockets, so that they are able, at a moment’s notice, to take it ou. a..J quickly put in on the face. A Brownie who lias lost her smile is 21 THE QUIVER very much to 1); pitied by the members of her l ack, and you may be sure that all the Brownies try very hard to help her find it again. They even look in the caves, on the seashore, and among the bushes in the fairy woods, and very often, in some mysterious way, they notice that the smile has returned to the face of the Brownie, making the whole Pack happy at last. All tile fairies that you have ever known are neat and clean, and so it is with the Brownie. She must pass inspection for four meetings before she can receive her Brownie pin. She must be able to do or make something useful, and 1 am sure that many older folk would be surprised to see some of the things that little folk can do. She must live up to the Law everywhere and be able to write her name, address, age. and birthday. When Brown Owl thinks she is qualified in all these things, she can present her with her pin, which the child cherishes beyond all else. A Brownie meeting is not, of course, carried on in the same order every time, but 1 will explain the activities of one meeting. The Brownies are immediately called together by Brown Owl. who asks them where they would like to meet. They choose different places: a fairy palace, the woods, a cave by the sea. or many other wonderful homes. Then they stand with their eyes closed and think hard about the place they have chosen. They open their eyes, and, to their surprise. Brown ()wl and all of them are in their fairy meeting place, wherever it may be. Then, at a summons from Brown Owl, they form a fairy ring. They stand side Inside. feet far apart and hands clasped behind their backs. The attendance is taken and the Pack is inspected. In the middle of the circle is their cherished Fairy Toadstool, under which each one places her penny. Suddenly one of the Brownies will spy. behind a tree, a Boggart, which is a deadly remy of all good Brownies, anxiously waiting to grab one of his enemies. The fairies scamper to their home in the dell, the elves to their cave in the woods, and the goblins to their home on the top of the mountain, loiter, when the Boggart disappears, the Brownies come forth and play all sorts of wonderful games. Soon they gather around Brown Owl on the floor and discuss the Promise and the Law or ask Brown Owl to tell a story. Each one tells what good turns she has done during the week, and then they busy themselves with something useful. By this time it is very late, and Brown Owl, raising her hands above her head, her fingers arranged as in the salute. rej eats three times, “Tu-whit-Tu-whit-Tu-who,” while the Brownies with closed eyes wish as hard as they can, to be back in their own meeting place. Brown Owl then speaks to them in low tones, “Brownies, oj en your eyes. Ye are home.” They obey and soon they ■re happily on their way to their own homes. Thus the game can be olayed with quaint ceremony, which helps to rouse the imagination and die eager spirit in all Brownies. LOUISE ARNOLD, ’26. THE QUIVER WHY THE BLUEJAY HAS NO SONG (An original myth.) 25 Many ears ago, far across the sea, there was a wonderful country, In this country everybody was very happy, and each had as much money ns he needed. There were many beautiful things there, but the most beautiful were the birds. The best loved of all was a bird called the Bluenjait, whose song was so marvelous that it seemed almost to sjjeak 10 you of happiness. This bird was a beautiful blue and flew faster than the eye could follow. There was an old man who lived in the woods where all the birds lived. Every morning the birds flocked to his little cottage for food. This wonderful Bluenjait would eat out of his hand, and of course the old man petted him more than the others because he was so beautiful. Every-- ne praised this bird and almost worshipped him. One morning, when the old man came out to feed the birds, he noticed that the Bluenjait was not there. He whistled and called, but with no result. He thought that the bird would l e back in the morning. The truth was that this bird had become rather conceited because everybody made so much of him, and thought that the food that the other birds had was not good enough for him. The next morning the Bluenjait was there, but not among the other birds, nor singing. The old man picked him up, but the bird pecked him so hard that he quickly dropped him with a cry of pain. Then the bird flew away. The old man never saw him again though he searched the woods many times. Now the gods had watched these proceedings and planned to teach the bird a lesson. For days the bird flew around without anv food, until he was very thin and all his deep blue color faded; in fact, his breast l;e:ame grey. But still he would not touch common food. Finally, the gods became so angry that they held a council to decide how to punish him. Then one spoke up, saying, “Let us deprive him of his voice!” So the gods sent down Mercury, who took away his marvelous voice and left only the screeching notes that our bluejays have. PHILLIP FAHRENHOLZ, ’28. ENGLISH 3A QUESTIONS ON “SIR ROGER DE COVERLY PAPERS” 1 eacher: How did the people act when they went to the theater ?” Pupil: Er—why, just the men acted. 26 THE QUIVER DECEIVING AUNT ELSIE Cast of Characters: David Loring, the hero. Aunt Elsie, David’s aunt. William Morris, David’s friend. Patricia Blackwood, Belinda Torrington, the heroine. Act I. (Scene in an office. W illiam Morris and David talking together.) Bill—David, it surprises me that you do not get married. David (laughing)—I, get married? That’s the one thing 1 never intend to do. All women are too extravagant for me. Bill—That’s all right for you to say, man, but some day you will forget this economy and marry. (A messenger boy enters and gives David a telegram.) David (after reading it)—O, Bill, what shall 1 do? Bill (takes telegram and reads)—“Shall arrive Tuesday. Meet me and bring fiancee. Aunt Elsie.” Bill—Well, I don’t see anything so alarming in that. David—Let me explain. You see my aunt is very romantic. She was always asking me why I did not get married. She is seventy years old. and I, never guessing she would come all the way from Washington, told her I was engaged. Just to please her. you know. Now, what am I going to do? Dill—Well, I think you deserve all the trouble that comes your way. You always are so sure of yourself. I’ve got a plan for you, however. We shall have to ask your pretty stenographer. Patricia Blackwood, tp be your sweetheart while this Aunt Elsie is here. (Exeunt Bill and David.) (After a few minutes, enter Patricia Blackwood.) Patricia—Well, did you ever hear of such nerve? I supixjse I shall help the i oor man, but 1 am sure it would be a very good lesson to him if we all left him in the lurch. So my name is to lie Belinda Torrington! Act II. (Home of David.) (Enter David, Aunt Elsie, and Patricia.) David—Dear Aunt Elsie, it is so good to see you. I thought the trip would be too hard— Aunt Elsie—I must say, David, that you certainly cannot describe a lierson, for I should never have guessed this was Belinda, from your description. Patricia—That is just like a man, but now we must get ready for 27 THE QUIVER dinner, for David intends to take us out. David—What! Patricia—Good-bye for the present, dear. (Exeunt.) Act III. (Aunt Elsie and Patricia talking together.) Aunt Elsie Tell me, Belinda, what kind of game are vou and David playing ? Patricia-—Why. what do you mean? Aunt Elsie—Well, as old as I am, it is easy enough to see you two are not lovers. Why, twice he has called you Patricia, and it is with an effort that you say endearing things to each other. What does it all mean? Patricia—Well—well—we arc not lovers! You see, David did not want to disappoint you. so he asked me to be his sweetheart while you were here. I am, really, his stenographer, Patricia Blackwood. „ Aunt Elsie Very clever, if it could only have been carried out. iell me, though, why you consented to this plan of David’s. Patricia—David is such a l� re about l eing economical that I thought this would be a good chance to make him spend some monev; then lie would stop boasting about how little he has ever spent in his life Aunt Elsie—A good idea! You will find me ready to help you. ( Patricia writes on a piece of pajier and then hands it to Aunt Elsie.) Aunt Elsie (reads)—“Two bunches of orchids, a gift for Aunt Elsie, an engagement ring, theatre, dinner, and a car in which to’ ride around New York tomorrow.” That is a good list to start with. Here he comes now. (Exit.) Patricia—Here is a ) aper with a few important items on it. Will vou please give it close attention? David (takes paper and reads it)—What! What’s all this? An engagement ring! Orchids! (Turns to Patricia.) What extravagance! ' ou know what economy means to me. You could have— Why, Patricia, are you crying? I am a brute. (He goes and wipes away the tears from her eyes.) What are you crying for? Patricia—Well, you see. I discovered I was hurting vou and thr, made me realize that I—I— . Dt.Vi1_ 'hy y0U darli'«! H : takes her in his arms and kisses her.) Why didn’t you tell me before, dear? Patricia—You never asked me. (After a short pause.) David—We shall have to explain it all to Aunt Elsie. l’atricia Oh! that’s all right. She already knows. EDITH WOOLLEY. ’25. 28 THE QUIVER AUNT CARRIE IN THE KITCHEN It was a rainy day, and the children wtre cross and gloomy. Aunt Carrie came to the rescue. She donned a large, white apron and proved popcorn balls, candy, and a story. Soon the children had completely forgotten the weather, and while the popcorn and candy were hardening, they settled down on a small liench, to enjoy the story. “Once ujxjn a time, in an old, far-off kingdom, there was a noble king, who had a beautiful, young daughter. She was courted by three princes, who owned different realms nearby. Two of the princes were old and rich. The third was young, but poor. Of course the princess loved the youngest. Her father preferred the richest prince because his own wealth was becoming small and he wished to replenish his treasury. He was a good king, however, and wished to give all the princes an opportunity to gain the princess’ hand. He therefore gave them ten months to solve a riddle. The one that guessed the right answer would become the husband of the princess. The riddle was: T washed my face with water that never rained or ran, and wiped my face with a towel that was never woven or spun.’ What was the answer? The princes thought and thought. As the months passed, the youngest prince visited different witches, who told him that he would find the answer in the world. On the appointed day, the young prince, still undaunted, went out early in the morning and rode for several hours. The dew settled on his clothes and face, ahd he felt cold. Soon the sun arose, and the young prince liecame dry and warm again. He marveled at the quick change, and then suddenly he know the answer to the riddle. Soon he was kneeling lxffore the king with the answer, ‘The dew and the sun’; and very quickly after that he married the princess. The kingdom was happy and prosperous under their rule.’’ MARGUERITE M. PHILLIPS, ’25. DEFINITIONS IN A TEST. Vocation—a sound from the mouth. Incorruptible—incapable of being boiled. A. P. P—r: To get 100% in French is a thrill that comes once in a lifetime. Senior (in lower corridor): Where is my fur piece? Another Senior: On the Statue of Liberty. (Pointing to Minerva.) THE QUIVER 29 “ L’ALLEGRO ” When I awoke in the morning, my hopes fell, for my room seemed so dark I had hoped the sun would shine; hut nevertheless, I tried to scatter the gloom. I was bound to enjoy myself. Then I noticed that mv krc‘‘n curta,n was (1°wn. No wonder it had been gloomy! I jumped up • an to the window, and pulled up the shade. The .sun was shining brightly. Through the open window, I heard the twittering of the birds I dressed hurriedly and went outside. There in the backyard I saw a robin sear lung for worms. The sun-flower was courting the sun, and the grass was wet with dew. No one else was awake. It seemed so calm and peace- U , 1 Just drank 111 the ,)eau y of Aurora. Then I heard the milk- mans wagon, with its many creaks and rattles, passing through the street. I went in and put up a lunch for we were going to the woods. •Mary the care ree one, Clara, the jolly girl, Mabel, thoughtful, but still u and four others werc a11 going. I threw a coat over mv arm bade Mother good-bye, seized the basket, and set out to meet the group All were on time but Mary. However, who expected her to be on time? bhe is a last minute friend. At last she came, and we started out. joking and s,ngmg. I noliced the beautiful handiwork of Mother Nature as we entered the woods. Color was everywhere. We sat beneath a tree and ate our unch. Then we separated, some going off in couples. I walked by myself along a narrow path overgrown with runners. At its end 1 found a hut. which looked deserted. I looked into the window and saw dial .t was a camp. Farther on I beheld two squirrels playing beneath a tree. As the sun began to sink, I hurried back, finding 'the path with some difficulty. Nevertheless, though frightened, I endeavored to sing. At last reached my destination, and we set out for home. I had little to say, but observevd the houses, playgrounds, and everything we passed, i saw some of the people preparing their evening meal. On arriving home, J aided my mother in getting supper, meanwhile telling her of mv :!™gSc SI ,oneed to havc te:n With me. After supper I went to see he Sea Hawk. a great picture, full of life and excitement. I returned oome about nine-thirty and told Mother and Dad about it. Then I saw a i ook entitled “As You Like It,” a comedy by Shakespeare. This I sat up to read, not sleeping until the liook was finished. Then I put out mv bght and went to sleep, well pleased with my day. If all my days might e spent in this merry and jolly way, I should try my very best to live with mirth. CATHERINE O’GRADY, ’25. 30 THE QUIVER Cotidiana Charta Uolumen XI Numerus II Prctium: Una Libra Mensis Roma, Idus Marti Caesar Necatus Est A Bruto Ititerfedus Est Cains Julius Caesar, victor Galliac, in senatu ab suo carissimo amico, Marco Bruto intcrfectus est. Publius Casca, amicus Bruti, Caesar cm cum sua sica vulneravit, turn Cassius, Cinna. Decius, Brutus, ct Mctellus Cimber, Caesarem cccidit. Julius Caesar primo pugnavit, sed Brutum videns, sc clamavit, “Et tu, Brute! et sc retinuit quin pugnare!. Turn senatus fugit, dum homicidae clamaverunt, Libertas, ius civitatis, nunc nobis est, tyrannidem tollitc.” Brutus cives adlocutus est eis pcrsuascrunt. Turn Brutus disccssit et Antonins laudationem fecit. Cives oratione Antoni adducti sunt et homicidas petcre cocpcrunt. Cives Cinnam, poetam interfecerunt, cum populus homicidas pctcrent. Senatus Ab Conventu Post Caedem Fugit LEGE C. Juli Cacsaris Bella Gallica Prctium Decern Denarii LEGE Caesaris Vitam ab Marco Antonio Pretium Quinque Denarii 31 THE QUIVER A THANKSGIVING PROCLAMATION W hereas, according to time-honored custom, one day in the year has always been set aside that all people, young and old, may give thanks unto Almighty God for the kind and gracious generosity with which he has messed them both as students and as human beings. Therefore I, Helen L. Mowry, in behalf of’the class of nineteen twenty-five of the Woonsocket High School, do name and set aside the twenty-seventh day of November, nineteen hundred and twenty-four as a day of J hanksgiving to God for his many mercies to us. On this appointed day. let every memlier of our school, unless prevented by sickness, attend his own church and there worship God. Let us thank Hun for our school, our teachers, our books, and our activities. Lei us thank Him that we. living in this day, have an opportunity to attend school for so many years. Let us ask God that nothing, neither familv nor financial difficulties, may cut short our education. For our friends, most of whom we met at school, let us thank Him. Hut most of all. let us return thanks for our mothers and fathers, through whose efforts and even sacrifices, we are able to lay this foundation for our lives Remembering all these gifts, let us on this day return solemn thanks to God. ... ,°? e U,n lcr m-v ha d a ' with the oftici.il seal of the Woonsocket L) Si924 ' Cfl'Xe 1 by me U1 Sa,d Schoo, this ninth day of November HELEN L. MOWRY, for the Class of '25. JUST IN TIME One day, when I was a little girl, Father brought home a rabbit that ,0ne of h,s f e”ds had given to him. Now. everyone in our family liked rab- ,nt j),e’ S,°, at 1Cr asked Mother to mahe one. Mother made the pie: but as the rabbit was small, the pie was not a very large one. When it was taken out of the oven. Mother looked at it. looked at her hungry family, and said. “My goodness, there is just enough for us! I do hope we have no company. Just as dinner was ready, we heard a knock at the door. The Fan were against us. for there were my aunt and uncle and their three children. Now, they were not delicate and they were very good eaters, as v - h?d perceived many times before. My aunt came into the room, sniffed the air. heaved a heavy sigh ;.nd saici ••jonn, 1 smell rabbit pie. Looks as though we were just in time ’ And they were, for, fieing company, they had the pie. LENETTE EMIDY, ’25. 32 THE QUIVER HUNTING LICNS The other night, the boys of our club were telling adventure stories, each trying to relate more exciting ones tlian the other fellows could. 1 thought of my lion hunt and proceeded to tell it in that truthful way of mine. “It happened this way, l oys. You all remember Jack Smith? He and I had read an article in the pai er about how two fellows out est were making good money catching lions in the Rocky Mountains. W e immediately set out for the West to do the same thing. We got there by the simple method of ‘riding the rods.’ After being thrown and kicked off a few hundred times, we finally landed in a little country town situated in the heart of the mountains. It seems that the cattlemen of this district were being bothered by mountain lions and were losing a great deal of stock. Well, it was our business to catch mountain lions, so I calmly walked up to one of the ranchers and asked him how much it was worth to him and the others if I killed all the lions in the neighl)orhood inside of a week. You see, I had an idea that all you had to do was to say, ‘Kitty—kitty.’ and the lion would follow you around like a house-cat. He looked at me and began to laugh. Then he said, ‘Son, if you kill a lion and bring it to me. I’ll give you a hundred dollars.’ “ ‘Here is where I shine,’ I yelled. Rushing back to Jack, I told him that our fortunes were made. All we had to do was to kill a few mountain lions. We procured some ropes and a knife apiece, th; ropes to drag the lions and the knives to prod them along. W e didn’t find any the first day, but the second day we found one taking a sun bath on the limb of a tree. “I said to Jack, ‘Give me the rope, and I’ll go up and put it around his neck and then we’ll take him to town. Just think, one hundred dollars made already!’ and we both laughed at the thought of making money so easily. I climbed the tree and tried to drop the loop over the lion’s head, when bing! the lion gave me one ‘sock’ and—well—that’s all I remember till I woke up at the bottom of the tree. From the looks of the ground. I reasoned that Jack had certainly set a world’s record for speed back to town. I groaned aloud. ‘So this is the way those fellows out here catch lions. Well I should like to see them. Didn’t I do what they did and look at the result.’ When I had finally reached the settlement and had been repaired by an elderly doctor, I looked alx ut for Jack, but there was no sign of him. He hadn’t waited for me, but had departed right away. The lion had proved a little too rough for him. I managed to get back home and met Jack on the street. I asked him how he got away from the lion and why he had left me there alone as a playmate for the cat. ‘Say,’ he said. ‘I saved your life, but you didn’t know it. I simply ran that lion off his feet so that he was too tired to return and make a meal out of you.’ ” GEORGE HODGSON, '25. THE QUIVER AN INCIDENT OF MY YOUTH 33 I Ph',Sa'T'ay af‘ern0 ,' al,,,U, SevCn or eighl ago. Edith. Sylvia sXL andT h 18 r,al “ la Ed',h Wantcd ° go “aide and play hu, - via and though ,t was too cold. Sylvia then decided that we should Play w„h our dolls, hu, 1 was tired of dolls, jus, then I spied the ca v! h'Tr H? l’eJr00nl an ' looked for something new with t sh wI Thtt EdJ‘h We ‘ in'° M°,h 's ‘ d found a stlh shawl. Th.s we cut up an l pu, on the cat. Then Sylvia went into lathers room and got his watch. This we tied around the cat’s neck almost strangling her. My sisters had got the things to put on her buH was the one who had thought of the idea and who dressed Topsv We put H u? ,,°Uu ‘ ° lamagc an l wheele l hcr out to .Mother and bather though, Mother would faint when she saw her hes, shawl all cut up - ?hrle f ath Saw ' S wa,ch’ ‘ thought he ™ uld fall to the floor The ,u7 h ,T r PUt ° W' antl Fa«“ came looking very grim We rTlmber taenvXh.°Ur hCa 'S' p ’ ’ha' U ,ha 1 can bef tbat ry fathcr eVkr spanked us. When he had gone out of the IndT ,n ,',e ?°°r’ S-vlvia ca,n; calmly out from under the bed She lad been there all the time, and we hadn’t known it! Edith and I hid not SSht a:, i syMa “—”«• thm is wha, s ELLA E. CARLSON, ’25. A FACTORY TOWN AT A DISTANCE We were riding along Cumberland Hill Road at a steady clip Ml :X“k7;irr :g ;i,,,and rfva,,eys-Tha •� r ! ‘ e an(I gold with the beautiful sunset. Straight ahead and °f an -as a — whicf 7“ I - hear were many houses upon whose windows the beams of the reflect- these we noticed a few foundries, belching forth fire and smrks 'Hie in air a ALPHONSE RAVENELLE. ’25. 34 THE QUIVER THE BEST SECTION OF THE UNITED STATES To me. the East is the best section of the country. That may to because it was settled first, hut I think it is because there arc so many interesting things which date back so far. I like New England better than any other part of the East because it is home to me. I have traveled in the West through the Rocky Mountains; 1 have traveled in the South through the red clay and blacklands; 1 have travele 1 in northern United States and in Canada. While I enjoyed these trips, still I am always glad to get back to New England. It seems so old and “here to stay.” 1 am always fascinated by Boston. That city has justly been called the “Athens of America.” I do not want to be like Jam. s Russell Lowell, who inquired of a native the way to the top of Mt. W asning-ton. The native replied. “Wal, I ain’t really sure, as I’ve only been up there three times mvself. Lowell was surprised at this. In the course of the conversation, the farmer remarked that he hoped he would see Bunker Hill Monument before he died. At this, Lowell was forced to admit that he had climbed the monument only once. Many times we do not appreciate what we have around us, but something far off attracts. Distance lends enchantment to the view.” Another thing that I like about the East is the variety of scenery, industries, and races. On a day’s run one can go from the sparkling waters of Narragansett Bay to the mountains of New Hampshire � r Vermont. The pine woods of Maine allure one. and the Berk-shires are enchanting. There is almost every kind of industry in New England. Practically every race is represented. The wonderful thing is the smoothness with which this “melting pot” whirls on every day. 1 here is a surprising lack of friction. This locality, especially around Boston, abounds with historical places. What American is not stirred by visiting I xington and the old bridge at Concord? How interestedly one looks at the house with the bullet in its wall! The traveller sees with interest the old South Church and King’s Chapel. What has the West to offer that can have the fascination that quaint Marblehead has? Who is not interested in Gloucester with its fishing fleet ? 1 may lie prejudiced, but I am thankful that I was torn in New England. I think that I should not to satisfied to live anywhere else. There is something about “good old New England that you cannot resist. METCALFE WALLING, ’25. Pupil (translating): La vielle Pauline, qui apparut epanouie sur lc sevil de sa cuisine— “Old Pauline, who seemed to expand on the ceiling of her kitchen—” 35 THE QUIVER HANNAH AND THE WHEAT In England, at the time of this story, one had to go to the mill in order to get flour made from one’s wheat. There were two women. Patience and Hannah, who lived in a double cottage and who worked the land about the house together and shared the produce equally. It was their custom to leave the wheat at the mill and for one of them' to return and divide the flour. One day Patience had some extra shopping to do, so Hannah returned to the mill. Hannah thought that she had been ill used by Patience and desired an opportunity to get even. While she was dividing the flour, she thought, “I’ll just put a few pounds more into my bag. Patience will never notice it.” So she put five pounds more into her bag than into Patience’s. hen she finished, she went to the square to meet Patience. Patience arrived in due time; but. contrary to Hannah’s expectation, she noticed the difference in the two bags and told Hannah about it. An argument started right there. In the course of the aigument, a crowd gathered. Patience constantly accused Hannah of taking extra for herself, and Hannah denied it as constantly. One man in the crowd suggested that the flour be weighed. When Patience saw the five extra pounds in Hannah’s bag. she turned to her and said. “If thou canst truly say that thou knewest nothing of this 1 will forgive thee.” “I knew nothing of it.” lied Hannah. Then she challenged God by saying. “And may He strike me dead if I lie.” W ith that she turned to go home, staggered, and before the eyes of all the country folk, dropped to the ground, dead. One of the deacons of the church, an influential man in the town. said. “We must set up a warning about this.’’ The people, therefore, set up a pump bearing the inscription, “If thou art ever tempted to deceive, remember Hannah and the flour.” RALPH DAVIE. '27. BUZZ-BUZZ CIRCLE 1 he first of our society, which meets each week, presumably to stu lv the important questions of the day, but which spends most of its time in considering the petty gossip of the town, is Will Tripum. As he now lives solely by hrs writing, he owes his position in our group to his brain, which is unusually keen. None can deny that he is as keen-minded as any gentle-man of his age in town. He is cheerful, gay, and amusing, with but one bad habit—he is apt to 1 e too much underfoot. At present he is writing another book, “My Obnoxious Cousin,” which will some day make him famous. 36 THE QUIVER The next person of consideration is Vera Smart, an exceptionally brilliant young lady, studious and ambitious. She is going to college when she finishes training some young girls with whom she Works at one of th • dubs in town every Tuesday afternoon. She Is very well known to you all, and those of you who are curious to discover her identity will find her almost every afternoon outside the girls’ door, washing the team practice baseball. The leader of the group on philosophical questions is Philip B. Kapi a, a brilliant young man. who was graduated from one of our large universities cum laudc. He is very athletic, being one of the l est memliers of the track team. The chief flaw in his character lies in the fact that he realizes only too well how clever he is. The last of our group is Amy Ida Mixup, an attractive young girl, who seems to have no depth to her character, but who is really genuinely interested in the vital things of life. She is fond of French and so excels in that subject, but never prej ares any other. She plays tennis remarkably well and is fond of all outdoor sports; she played also on the school basketball team. She may be easily recognized, for she eats lunch every day on the curb in front of the school. Thus is our group made up. “All problems settled quickly and capably.” ' DOROTHY DRABBLE, '26. THE LAST TWO (1975) The monoplane flew round and round, quickly descending, until, when alx ut a hundred yards from the ground, it checked its si eed, then slowly came to earth, and parked near several similar machines that were in the si acious field of the club. A high powered racer whizzed through the gates of the club and sped up the driveway. The motorist was eyed with commiseration by all the gay crowds that thronged the surroundings of the fashionable club, for in this ultra-civilized age, automobiles were regarded as antiquated. The clubhouse was crowded, since a fox hunt wa9 to take place, and such events were not so frequent in these days because all the animals had l een wiped out by rabid hunters, a few years before. The hunt-master had l een fortunate in discovering two foxes and had since kept a strict vigilance on them with radioscopes. Suddenly every one looked up. A plane was coming down, doing a faultless “nose spin.” Before anyone had realized it. the plane had landed. 37 THE QUIVER and the Prince of Sewal, who had stepped out of it, was headed towards the clubhouse. He was solemnly received by the officers of the club, hut he hastily waved them aside and entered. Soon he came out of the house and dashed into his racer. At this everyone followed his example, even the stout, old Prime Minister, who liad brought along all his home comforts in three luxurious cars. The Prince’s terrific pace soon brought them to the hunting ground, which was an extensive plain that had once been a meadow, but now was all lieaten down by motorists and golfers. The unleashed hounds began to scour the surroundings and soon droye the foxes into the open plain. 'Hie motorists’ mode of attack was to drive as near as possible to the animals and to shoot at them with short, light carbines. The aeronauts, instead, swooped down on the foxes and tried to hit them from as low a he'ght as they could come. It took great skill, however, to drive and to shoot at the same time. The prince discovered the foxes, and when he had come within shooting distance of them, shot at the nearer one. A jump of his car however made his aim unsteady, and he missed. The two animals doubled their tracks and started back, thus creating much confusion among the motorists. Many shot at the fleeing foxes, but missed. As the cars swung around in pursuit, two of them collided, and the driver of one was sent head first through the windshield. The foxes kept a straight course and ran extremely fast, but soon the sjieedy racers caught up to them. One of the animals swerved and. to avoid a collision, the two leaders of the hunters turned so sharplv that their cars were overthrown. It looked like score number two for Messrs. Reynard and Reynard. The rest of the hunters did not even bother to look ,jack to st e anyone were killed. They just kept after the foxes, shooting at them in vain. I he animals darted under a big automobile headed towards th m. A plane that was flying very low just had time to rise in order to avoid crashing into the oncoming car. A little racer that was behind, however was not so fortunate. The result was that the two owners got up very badly shaken and began to give vent to their feelings, each blamin-the other for the bad “spill. The fat old Prime Minister, who was one of them, threatened to have the other arrested by the army and jailed in the Tower, but the other, undaunted, answered him in like terms. Their drivers liegan to argue and in their loyalty to their masters, began to pumm 1 each other. The two hunted animals now found themselves surrounded on all sides by their pursuers. Up to now they had run together, but here they were separated; and before anyone could prevent it. they had darted under the cars and were speeding away again. The hunters, being all crowded in, spent much time in turning around. 38 THE QUIVER The Prince had noticed the direction in which one of the foxes had escajied, and soon he was oflf in pursuit. The lead, however, was considerable, and when he obtained an opportunity to shoot, the fox had disap-l eared into a small thicket. He stopped to see if he could catch a glimpse of the elusive prey, but he failed to see the crouched form very near his car. Just then a fellow-hunter came up alongside of the Prince, and the hidden fox was obliged to jump to escape l eing run over. The other animal had taken a course directly opposite to that of his mate and was headed for a hollow tree, one of his refuges. It reached this spot just as the hunters came up. The fox disappeared into the hollow, but the hunters seemed prepared for such emergencies, and tear-gas bombs were produced and thrown into the hole. Everyone was so engrossed in watching the hollow that they did not see the fox emerge from another opening in the ground, a little distance off. The animal scampered off as fast as it could and soon reached the woods. A little boy was roaming around here. He had taken an old, antiquated gun of the 1924 vintage and had gone oflf stealthily to hunt bears. He saw the fox, quickly aimed at it, and pulled the trigger. To his surprise, after a few convulsions, it fell down dead. The lad, delighted, joyfully ran home with his prize. Soon afterward, the group of hunters, disgusted with the l ehavior of the foxes, left this provoking sjx rt and returned to the club. The Prince, tired of hunting, also decided to return. He reached the clubhouse and was hailed by his fellow-hunters, who had regained their jollity. Outside, in the back compartment of the Prince’s car. a head shot up and looked around cautiously. A black, furry body leaped out of the car. It sped across the green lawn and was soon beyond reach. The hounds raised furious howls, for they knew that the last one had escaped. L. R. ZOCCA, ’26. TO GAIN A FRIEND Timmie Dale and Henry Hadden sat against the friendly gray wall at the farther end of the south pasture. They were talking earnestly. “Isn’t this the deadest town in the world? Say! A cemetery is lively compared to Perkinsville. Listen, Timmie. I’d like to see something different. I would.” Timmie answered, “Yes. suh! There ain’t one interesting place in Perkinsville, is there?” 39 THE QUIVER ‘•Ahem! This was said by the old Professor, who happened to be lassmg by ami had heard what the boys said, lie leaned over the wall when the boys jumped up, startled. “Young men, I wish vou would come up to my house this afternoon. I think I can change your opinion of Per- Ail the boys could say was. ‘Yes. suh! We’ll la there a. two o'clock sharp! I rofessor Collins lived in the great stone house on the hill The bovs did not know the Professor very well; in fact, no one did. He was a bachelor and lived alone in his gloomy house, the grounds of which were inclosed by a high Iward fence. No wonder, then, that the bovs were startled! J 1 hat afternoon the two boys climbed the hill and rang the antique bell on the porch of the old house, just as the village clock struck twice The Professor opened the door and ushered them into the old entry. I he hall was very damp. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and the walls and floor were bare and dusty. The boys pretended not to notice the condition of the hall. Without an apology, Professor Collins led them into the living room 1 he boys were completely dazed by what they saw. On the walls hung strange weapons from many lands. On the floor wire spread tiger and polar-b ar rugs. In the middle of the room was a curious library table of teakwood. The table was covered with a hundred articles, large and small, anti the Professor explained these fully to the boys. J He showed them the old Greek and Roman coins. They were told all about the meaning of the curious little Chinese and Indian idols. In cases there were great blue butterflies from Brazil and small red moths from India, hskimo moccasins nestled beside Turkish sandals, and great .Mexican urns rubbed sides with delicate Chinese vases. The I ro essor handled them all gently, giving each a firm, but loving pat as he explained its history. After the smaller articles lad been exa,timed hv the boys, the Professor went on to explain about the weapons and larger things. The boys went hunting that afternoon (in fancvl • tltev excavated Greek treasures; they traveled around the world. W hen the shadows of evening crept up the hill, the toys came back to every-day life. They thanked the Professor heartily; and'he urged them to come again in a week, when he would explain the rest to them. The bovs gladly accepted the invitatioh and set off down the hill for home. On the way home, Timmie said to Henry, “ Ve were wronj, weren’t we, m saying there was no interesting place in Perkinsville ?” And back in the old stone house on the hill, a Professor smiled as he said to himself, “I always thought I knew a great deal, but today I found 40 THE QUIVER the best and greatest thing—how to make friends.” And down on the road, one l oy confessed to another, “Everything was great, wasn’t it? But the best thing was that we gained a good friend. And the other bov agreed. LOUIS GENEREUX, ’27. THE CLOUD FAIRY There is a fairy who lives up in the clouds and who has, therefore, one of the Lvst houses that can be made. It is bright and airy, and the wind can blow it everywhere. The sun shines upon it and makes it look like gold. This fairy has thousands of little brothers and sisters, all riding upon different clouds ; but the cloud that this particular fairy lives upon is almost in the shape of an airship. This fairy has to take care of a sunbeam and see that it is tucked into bed at night and that it awakes in the morning. If you watch the sun set at night, you will almost always see this fairy’s cloud on the horizon ; and if you have eyes sharp enough, you can probably see the fairy chasing the sunl eam to make it go to bed. Then in her chariot, drawn by five big butterflies, she leaves the cloud and comes down to earth to play with the children. She helps the children who fall to get up without crying. When a child’s mother calls, it is the fairy that makes him go into the house. The fairy likes to go to bed with the children and whisper to them a story until they fall fast asleep. If a boy or girl has eaten meat for supper, the fairy will not appear, and then the child will dream bad dreams; but if the child has not eaten meat for supper, the fairy will tell him many stories until the child has fallen asleep; then she goes to the next one. That is why if there are two sleeping in one bed, one will always fall asleep before the other. W hen she has put everyone to sleep, she jumps into her chariot and dashes off to her cloud that has come over to see the sun rise. She chases her sunbeam out of bed. and then the sun begins to come up. Some days she is late, and the sun doesn’t come up; then it rains down on the earth. That is why if the boys and girls want sunshine the next day. they must remember to go to bed early, so that the fairy can put them all asleep and not be late for the rising of the sun. DAVID HOYLE, ’25. the quiver AN INCIDENT AT SEA By CHESTER COLA, ’25. 41 lmt the breath unbearable. ARK NESS! Black, impenetrable darkness! Night! Murky seas! Fog! A ghostly shroud smothered the lulling waters. A suffocating closeness pervaded the atmosphere. Nothing was visible at arm’s length. The only sound was the soft sighing of the sea—a sighing which seemed to come from the hordes of seamen’s souls it had engulfed. The heavy blanket pressed the unruly waves to quietness. The wind stirred faintly : came in gasps, and the cold, slimy dampness was A ar-away, muffled moan disturbed the depressing quiet, but silerc-returned The dying wind gave one last, feeble gasp- Again the mourn-fu sound was heard, this time more loudly. A faint, struggling rav „f light found its way through the inky blackness. The wailing crv. louder and louder occurred at long, even intervals. Two wavering beams of light were now discernible. The blowing of the foghorn became a hoars vibra -mg roar Soon the dim outline of a great, black hulk emerged from the gloom She was a tall, stately ship and carried a light on each side. Slowlv and silently, like a spectre come out from the black, limitless space. A sudden shock disturbed the stillness, followed by a rush of water ba.nt signs of life appeared on her deck. Her timbers quivered and groaned She wallowed sickeningly and began to fill with hissing water Ihrougn the rush of the waves, muffled yells and cries mingled with a quick bellowing of orders. She was sinking rapidly. With a great effort her dripping stern rose into the air. and her masts swept the sea. She plunged down like a great whale, amid a roaring of black water. The seething waves, racing madly, closed over her hungrily. The ocean boiled lots of wreckage shot to the surface and bobbed up and down on the madly tossing sea. The waves calmed down. Occasionally, a great bubble burst to the surface, but soon all was quiet. Silence! Deep silence and all enveloping darkness! Some scatter-1 debris floated quietly on the ocean. A long, shadowy form lav over c doomed ship’s grave. It was a derelict, a treacherous,’ black derelict. Con. mg on its side. The murderer was the monument to its victim. Gently the waves lapped at the bottom of the hulk. A whiff of yin 1 stirred the thick shroud. Then it sank down, like the breath of a dving man; and the sighing of the waves was more pronounced—as if it were the sighing of the departed souls wrapped within the cold bosom of the sea. 42 THE QUIVER A RACE WITH DEATH Well, all’s well now, hut they’s a lot of us as owes them mushers our lives. You’ve gotta hand it to ’em. They sure traveled. Think of ut. mates, all the way fr’m Nenana in five days ’n a half! On top of ut, they had t’ go through th’ wurst storm of th’ year. A howlin’, roarin’ blizzard, layin’ onta em nigh eighty miles ’n hour, and bringing with ut clouds o’ snow. Some couldn’t even see where they was agoin’, hut th’ dogs knowed. Th' critters never lost th’ trail onct. That there Balto, lead-dog for Kasson, e’s a wonder—knew more about which way they was goin’ than Kasson himself did. I thanked th’ kind God that mornin’ when them dogs got in. Kas-son’s a hero now for sure. ’E was half dead whin ’e got ’ere, barely able t' stand on ’is feet. Th’ dogs laid down an’ ’e pulled the ice splinters out of their feet with ’is own ’ands. Th’ first part wasn’t so hard. The antitoxin started down t’ th’ rail’ead at Nenana. The teams brought it up t’ Shaktolik, a distance o’ five ’undred miles over the ice o’ th’ Tanana 'n Yukon rivers. There warn’t much trouble till Sepalla took ut at Shaktolik. They told ’im t’ go ’round Norton Bay, cross th’ swamp. T’ gain time, though, ’e took ’is chances on the ice, crossin’ th’ bay straight fr’m Cape Denbigh to Darby. Mammon ’eli ed him on th’ last forty miles. Charlie Olson took th’ stuff at Golofin ’n raced twenty-five miles t’ Bluff. ’E got there’t eight o’clock Sunday night. Kasson ’n 'e took it into a cabin to get it warmed an’ see if th’ wind wouldn’t go down. It got worse, 50 Kasson took it anyhow 'n started for Nome. Th’ snow was acomin' so fast ’e couldn’t see ’is wheel-dog. but Balto, up front, stuck to th’ trail. Lots o’ times th’ sled tipped over an’ Kasson ’ad to lift it up agin and untangle the ’arness ’n put th’ stuff back on th’ sled. ’E missed Soloman. an’ so didn’t know he might 'ave stopped. Some of ’is dogs stiffened up, but ’e made it clear t’ Nome. There’s few of us as could 'ave done it. I was down on m’ back an’ not half ’spectin’ to pull through, but th’ serum did th’ trick all right. I’m up ’n' around all ’cause th’ mushers had th’ gall and th’ nerve t’ keep going. An’ Balto, as is th’ best lead dog ’n th’ North, I’ll bow t’ ’im. By WENDELL KELLOGG, ’25. THE QUIVER 43 BALTO Ry MARK!. HUDSON, '2S As long a lIn ukon continues, As lung as man's tongue will and can, The story of Balto will go on. The dog that was almost a ira t. They started from Shaktolik flying OVr the treacherous ice of the bay. V ith the ominous black of the sky above. Would they get there in time? Who could say? The cold increased, twenty-eight below; The wind whistled freezing and shrill; And the earth and the heavens united ’Gainst the forces of courage and will. The night shut its darkness about them, lie could scarce see the dogs’ straining forms; And blinded, the driver stood helpless. Lost in the swirling black storm. But in the torment of horror. As they waited for dawn and day. Came a gleam of hope through the darkness. Did Balto know the way? Kasson gave the dog free rein then, lie held him never an inch. Sira’ning madly through pitchy darkness. Neither man nor dog dared flinch. Cross ice that cut cru'dly, keenly. Running wildly, crouching low. Onward, faster and faster. Though a red trail was left on the snow. They came into Nome at daybreak. Haggard, weary, and worn, The man and the dog that had risked their lives And battled the furious storm. Down on his knees then went Kasson. I lidding gently the blood-stained paws, As he patted the heaving body. Ice-coated, and foam-flecked jaws. So that is the story of Balto; And whoever the Yukon may roam. Will hear of the grit and the courage Of the malemute dog that sa ed Nome. The day was coming to a close, A8 o'er the snow the shadows creptj The trees stood out in still re pose. While all the world around them slept. COFFT-Y 'ZS. Bleak winter winds howl thru your arms And snow banks pile at your feet • Tiny buds are cradled away from harm But we know youre just asleep Be TTY W� Ch %i.7 rOLAWe DtLYJ The leafless trees stand in silhouette, In stem repose when the sun is set. Although their feet are buried m snow Yet the spares of life within them glow wuce stones 4 The wind is blowing at its best, Mo birds are seen toward cast or west For winter now ha come to stay For many a cold and dreary day DOROTMr BfUtlNtR IfftME l I must down to the sea aaain, To the lonely sea and the sky, And ail I ask is a tail ship And a star to steer her by MASEFIELD - Group Amidst tKe darker forest trees The slender birches gleam, And make a pleasing picture When reflected va the stream. MXKV tVNtM ’27 There's nothing so lovely as a Tree, Whose branches toward the sky Reach up, as if they wish to see The Power that is nigh. KATMtfttNE. QUINN XL On the brow of the hill the pine trees grow, A maw of green amidst the snow; There they stanc all day andnvqht. And shelter birds weanea by flight AMUH � fcHO � U XL Great Mature fields no goodlier rest On all her lands and seas, No goodlier rest for weary brain Than commune with the trees. w o.tolman the quiver near the sea By GERTRUDE A. DONOVAN, V5 (With apologies to John Masefield) 1 long to l)e near the sea again, near the great blue sea and the sky, here the jieople assemble around me. to watch the ships go by; And all I ask is a summer’s day, in the midst of pleasant weather. And there I 11 sit till the ships come in, with captain and crew together. I long to be near the sea again, near a port that’s large or small. It matters not the size of it, so long as I hear the call Of the calm waves and the wild waves, against the seashore dashing, hile the sun s rays, like numerous gems, on the white pebbles are flashing. I long to be near the sea again, for the call of the ocean wide, Is a loud call and a clear call, against the running tide; And all I ask is a sunset bright, upon the great sea gleaming, And my thoughts still wander, wander, wander. I sit there serenely dreaming. 50 THE QUIVER THE DEPARTING SHIP Bv MERTON J. COMIRE, 5 The rushing ship sped through the angry seas. Outward hound to ports in' lands unknown ; With a'l sails set to catch the spanking breeze, S'.e sped upon the vast expanse alone. nd at her bow the foaming waters broke. Hiding oft-times her name of Hope.’ With raking masts, sharp bow, and graceful lines, She made a picture wonderful to view; Her well worn wooden deck and. dull black sides. Contrasted with the sails so white and new. Made all who saw her wonder at the sight That such a ship could ever be so bright. She fast sped by and soon had disappeared. Wrho knows how she will fare on this lone trip? And when she will at port again appear? And when she will once more her anchor dip? The fears and hopes aroused in every soul W ill never rest till she has reached her goal. THE QUIVER “DAVY JONES” By CHESTER COLA, '2S Old Davy Jones his vaults surveyed, With pleasure keen and glistening eye, He viewed his treasure piled up high In ixjnderous chests, large and well laid As any chest man ever made. Within these chests, glittering and cold, Great diamonds, pearls, and rubies shone, V hich any king would wish his own; And piles of silver, tons of gold, Sunken, perhaps, with a pirate bold. But whence had come this countless hoard ? Pirates, sailors drowned at sea, E’en now were hauling merrily At riches in some doomed ship stored, W hich sank in mid-ocean with all aboard. So Davy Jones his wealth surveyed, And fondly stroked his hoarv beard, As, staggering, his men appeared With gold and jewels, and gems inlaid In goblets of gold from some pirate raid. From out her funnel drifts an idle cloud. As through the harbor gates she steams With queenly dignity and 0,so proud! A very Paradise of yachting dreams. LOUIS GrEHERE.UA V LITTERED A NO DESIGNED BV HERBERT A SAUNDERS 20 THE QUIVER 53 THE CLOCK Uv ROGER W. LUND. '2$ HAVE a little clock; It goes “Ticktock, ticktock,” Except when the hour doth come; ihen it says, “Tumtum, tuiutum It strikes the hour each day, It strikes when I’m out at play. I hear it strike at supper-time, But never when it says bed-time. A MIDSUMMER CLOUD By ROGER KELLOGG, ’26 Over the mountains and lakes just at dawn, It stops for a minute and then it is gone. East past the city and now o’er the bay, A midsummer cloud is racing away. 54 THE QUIVER My dreams are like the ship® at sea They range from Last to West But all my dreams are like good ships They love the home ports best. COLUMBUS BY Jomju mtUr Behind him lay the gray Azores. Behind the gates of Hercules. Before him not the- ghost of shores . Before him only shoreless seas THE ECLIPSE By PAUL CARROLL, '2$ Over the snow hilltojjs shone Old Sol one wintry morn. And soon great crowds arose to see A strange phenomenon. And the heavens sparkling in varie.l hues Were a gorgeous sight at dawn. The wind was sharp; the air was chill: The ground spread o’er with snow ; But people stood in groups about While Luna passed so slow. But after dark came Sol again To light the earth below. THE QUIVER THE SONG OF THE SWAN By VIRGINIA SHERMAN. J6 )h, slow and stately comes the tinted dawn; It showers itself like dewdrops o’er the lake. It wakes but one amid the brush and brake. For floating down comes soon a snow-white swan. Tis partly by the eddying current drawn. It bends its graceful neck, its feathers shake. With many fairy bubbles in its wake, As it trumpets sweet a song and then is gone. The beauty of its voice is hard to tell. The notes rang mellow, rich and soft and strong. ’Twas likened to the chiming of a bell. And when it passed, I meditated long. It came to me that the swan had sung its knell. Ah, what the world did lose in that last song! TO THE SENIORS By MARY WELLES. ’26 We may return as “Sophs” in the fall, Juniors, or Seniors gay, But there are those who, leaving us, Must continue on life’s way. May your paths be of the smoothest, May your friends be tried and true, May you feel that life’s worth living Is our wish for all of you. May your work become still easier As you near your final test. May you enjoy, O Seniors, Life at its very best. 56 THE QUIVER SENIOR NOTES Bailey, Gladys—A. O. Club 4; Dramatics 4. Burgess, Eva—Corresponding Secretary of A. O. Club 4. Burlingame. Grace—Recording Secretary of A. O. Club 4; Quiver Board 4. Calcutt, Earl—Stage Manager 3, 4; Dramatics 4; President of A. (). Club 4; Quiver Board 4; Class Day Speaker. Calcutt. Elwood—A. O. Gub 4; Dramatics 4; Assistant Cliairman on Entertainment 4. Callanan, Kathleen—A. O. Club 4; Dramatics 4. Capron, Helen—Glee Club 1. 3. 4. Carlson. Ella—A. O. Club 4; Dramatics 4. Cavedon, Alfrei —Orchestra 1 ; Basketball 2, 3; Football 2, 3. 4; President 3, 4; Dramatics 4. Cockroft. Eunice—Glee Club 1. 3. 4; Dramatics 4. Cola, Chester—Cross Country 3; Track 4; Class Day Sinker. Comire. Merton—Track 1, 2, 3. 4; Basketball 2, 3; bootliall 2, 3; Class Day Speaker. Dartt. Laura—A. O. Club 4; Glee Club 1 ; Dramatics 4. Deffley, Thomas—Executive Board 1, 4. Donovan. Gertrude—A. O. Club 4. Donovan, Maybellf.—A. O. Club 4. Eastman, Mary—Executive Board 3, 4; A. O. Club 4. Einstein, Cecelia—Glee Club 3. Einstein. Morris—Vice-President of A. O. Club 4; Executive Board 4. Emidy, Lenette—Executive Board 3. 4. Fegan, Kenneth—Delating Club 3; Graduation Speaker 4. Fitzpatrick, Edward—Cross Country 1 ; Baseball 2, 3; Football 4; Basketball 4. French, Kenneth—Manager of Cross Country 4; Manager of Track 4; Radio Club 4. Hagopian, Saturn—A. O. Club 4; Dramatics 4. Helfand, Henry—Cross Country 3, 4; Track 3. 4 ; Executive Board 4. Hill. Frank—Baseball 2, 3, 4; Basketball 4. Hoard, Lester—Track 2, 3, 4; Cross Country 3, 4; A. O. Club 4; Dramatics 4. Hodgson, George—Baseball 2, 3, 4; Executive Board 3; Football 4: Track 4; Basketball 4. Hoyle, David—Baseball 3, 4. 5; Football 2, 3. 4, 5. Hudson, Mabel—Class Day Speaker 4. Kellogg, Wendell. THE QUIVER 57 Dabarre, ReNe;—Vaudeville 3; A. O. CJub 3, 4; Assistant Stage Manager 4; Dramatics 4. Ditch man, Hilda—Glee Club 1; A. O. Club 4; Graduation Speaker 4. M arraii, Mildred—A. O. Club 4; Dramatics 4. Martell, Charles—Debating Club 3, 4; Vaudeville 3; Football 4; Basketball 4. McCann, Eileen—G'.ee Club 1 ; A. O. Club 4. McKay, Robert—Treasurer 1; Track Manager 3; Graduation Speaker 4; Quiver Board 3. McMullen, Edwin, Medoit, Edward—Executive Board 3; Debating Club 3; Stage Manager t 4‘; Baseball Manager 4; Football 4; Vice-President 4; Class Day Speaker 4. Mlssere, Biaggio-—. as ball 2, 3; Football 2, 3, 4; Executive Board 3. Montville, Eli. Mowry, Helen. Mowry, Walter;—Football 3, 4; Baseliall 4. Murphy, Anna—A. O. Club 4. Muserlian, Arsh .c—Baseball 3, 4; F'ootball 4; Executive Borrd 4. Nasse, John—-Football 1 ; Baseball 1, 2, 3; Basketball 2; Dramatics 4. Neville, Margaret—Dramatics 1, 2, 3, 4; Treasurer 2. Newhall, Stanley —Laseball 3, 4; Football Manager 5, i )'Grady, Catherine, Phillips, Marcuei.it: —Dramatics 3. Place, Albert—Dramatics 3; Vaudeville 3; Dramatics 4; Quiver Board 4; Baseball 3; i’r.sk.tball 3. Ravenelle, Alphonse—Cross Country 1, 2. Reed, Charles—Basketball 4. Reilly, Bernard—Basketball 3, 4. Robinson, Dorothy—Glee Club 1 ; Quiver Board 3 ; Class Day Speak .r 4. Robinson, Ena—A. O. Club 4; Dramatics 3, 4. Ross, Russel—A. O. Club 3, 4. Saunders, Carl. Shannon, Margue: itt—Glee Club 1; Dramatics 4; Secretary 4. Sims, Albert—Tennis Team 3. Smith, Sarah. Stearns, Helen—Tr asurer A. O. Club 4; Dramatics 3; Class Day Speaker 4. Susel, Anne—A. O. Club 4; Graduation Speaker 4. Teach man, Edward—Cross Country 3. Vezina, Georges—Cross Country 1; A. O. Club 4. Volker, Edwin—Football 3, 4. 58 THE QUIVER Walling, Metcalf—Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4; Debating Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Quiver Board 2, 3, 4; Dramatics 3; Graduation Speaker 4; Tennis Team 3. Welles, Eleanor—Secretary 1; Vice-President 2; Secretary 3; Treasurer 4; Quiver Board 4. Woolley, Edith—Executive Board 1, 3, 4; Secretary 2; Dramatics 3. Woolley, Edward—Cross Country 3; Track 3. 4; Basketball 3, 4; Baseball 4. Young, Virginia. Zimmerman, Coleman—Debating Club 3; Basketball Manager 3. 4; Football 4; Assistant Stage Manager 4. Hn flfccmortam Raymond g. taylor, ’25 On July 5, 1924, Raymond G. Taylor, a member of the class of 1923, Was taken away from us. His Sudden death was a shock to all the teachers-and pupils of the high School. He was a “pal to many and was lieloved by all who knew him well. Always smiling and happy, he made us feel that there really was something in life worth living for. He was always ready to help any One in trouble and was willing to go more than half way if it were necessary. His jolly nature, pleasant face, and ever ready smile will be rememliered always by those who were fortunate enough to lie listed among his many friends. MARY WELLES, ’26. THE QUIVER 59 FOOTBALL W oonsocket High School had a very good football team this year. Out of nine games played, we won eight, thus tying Hope for second place in the league. Pawtucket won. Our letter-men were: Medoff, Voelker, Cavedon, Darman, Muserlian, Messere, Cloutier, Lapierre. Jarosz, Hodgson. Hoyle. Luvinsky, Tateosian. Zimmerman, Rich, Strickland, Mowry, Fitzpatrick, Martell, and Newhall, manager. The scores were: Sept. 19 W orcester, So. 0-7 26 Bristol 0-28 Oct. 3 Classical 0-21 10 W. Warwick 0-14 17 E. Providence 3-2 24 Hope 0-0 29 Cranston 0-13 Nov. 7 Commercial 0-39 14 Pawtucket 0-17 W. H. S. Football Squad, THE QUIVER OUR FOOTBALL TEAM A is for ambitious. That’s what we seem. 14 is for beating we give any team. C is for Cavedon and Cloutier, too. D is for Damian. He made many teams blue. E is for end-run, made like a deer. F is for forward pass, when the coast’s clear. G is for goal, a much needed thing. H. Hoyle is a smasher; Hodgson a speed king. I is for institute. That’s what this is. J is for Jarosz. Many tackles were his. K is for kickoff to start all the games. L is for line; it injures and maims. M. Mowry and Messcra, game to the core. N is for nothing, the other team’s score. O is for others, south, north, west ancKeast. P is for punt, forty-five yards at least. Q is for quickly we knocked them all down. R is for Rich, the best guard in this town. S is for system, that we’ve nothing else but. T is for Tommy, ha brought all we got. U is for umpires; they’re sometimes all wrong. V means Ed. Voelker, big, tall, and strong. W’s for Woonsocket; that’s where we’re from. X, believe me, Xantippe, we're not so dumb. Y is for yellow. We never show that. Z is for “zoup” that made us so fat. HORACE ARNOLD. ’2S 63 THE QUIVER BASKETBALL Woonsocket turned out a championship basketball team in the league and also had an exciting interclass contest in the school, which was won by the Sophomores. The Sophomore team, composed of Norman, Paulhus, Roy, Tateosian, and Jarosz, wias allowed to play the Pawtucket game, which they won with the help of W oolley and Strickland, 13 to 9. The letter-men were Woolley, Strickland, Reilly, Owens, Cloutier, Darman, Hodgson, Roy, and Zimmerman, manager. The games were: Visitors Woonsocket Dec. 12 Harrington 16 49 Dec. 23 Bryant Stratton 18 25 Jan. 2 Providence Y. M. C. A. “Prep” 22 21 Jan. 9 Pawtucket 20 27 Jan. 13 Dean Seconds 14 19 Jan. 16 Fitchburg 29 12 Jan. 20 Worcester Commercial 21 22 Jan. 23 Hope 19 33 Jan. 30 West Warwick- 11 26 Feb. 7 Technical 16 34 Feb. 10 East Providence 11 33 Feb. 13 Commercial JT - - 69 Feb. 15 Providence Y. M. C. A. “Prep 37 Feb. 23 Fitchburg 41 17 Feb. 24 Pawtucket 9 13 Feb. 27 Rogers 49 17 March 3 Hope 14 35 March 6 West W arwick 11 13 March 10 Rogers 20 12 The High School team also defeated the Alumni team composed of Wright, A. Welles, G. Welles, Murray, and Dowling, on Dec. 26, by a score of 25 to 12. W. H. S. Track and Cross Country Teams THE QUIVER CROSS COUNTRY 65 The cross-country team took second place at the annual cross-country tun at Roger Williams Park last November. Woonsocket’s first four men were, Helfand 3, Remillard 9, Darman 10, and Paulhus 12. TRACK Woonsocket took third place in the Rhode Island Stale track meet at Kingston this year with 23 points. Technical won with 45 points, and Pawtucket scored 28. Woonsocket’s scorers were: 880-yard run, Jarosz 4; 120-yard high hurdles, Woolley 1, Helfand 2; 220-yard low hurdles, Woolley 3, Helfand 4; broad jump, Zocca 2; 100-yard dash, Zocca 4; high jump, Woolley 4; 440-yard run, Roy 3, Jalbert 4; 220-yard dash, Zocca 3, Brown 4. Woonsocket won the meet with Barrington, 34-28. LASALLE TRACK MEET, 58-46 On May 6, Woonsocket won another track meet from I a Salle. The meet looked dark for our boys till the dashes and hurdles came on, then, by taking both, we got such a lead that La Salle could not overtake us. Woolley, Helfand, Hoard, Norman, Brown, and Zocca were our best scorers. Sheahati, Roy, and O’Connor also made points. The scores were: 100-yard high hurdles, Woolley 1, Helfand 2; mile. Hoard 2, Norman 3; 12-pound shot, O’Connor 3; 440-yard dash, Roy 1. Jall ert 2; 60-yard dash, Sheahan 2, Brown 3; half-mile, Jarosz 3; 180-yard low hurdles, Woolley 1, Helfand 2, Hodgson 3; 220-yard dash, Zocca 1, Roy 2, Strickland 3; broad jump, Helfand 1, Woolley 3; high jump, W oolley 1, Jalbert 2. Discus throw and relay were won by La Salle. The score was Woonsocket 58, La Salle 46. BASEBALL Owing, partly, to a lack of enthusiasm in the school, Woonsocket’s baseball team did not start the season well. After losing the first eight games, we broke out of the rut, beat Bristol 8 to 6, and won the following game with East Providence, after seventeen innings, 4 to 3. Although the pennant is beyond our reach, we think the boys deserve credit for showing spirit when under, as well as when on top, as they were last year. 65 THE QUIVER TENNIS W. W. Ingraham, Class of 1920, is now in the Senior Class at Harvard. Last summer he spent in Europe as a member of the combined Harvard-Vale Tennis Team. He was ranked fourth in the New England ranking for the year 1924. He is captain of the Harvard Tennis Team. Arthur Ingraham. Jr., Class of 1923, is now at Exeter Academy. He is still in the Junior Class of tennis and last year was ranked thirteenth in the National Junior ranking. Last year he won the junior championship of New England. He is captain of the Exeter Academy Tennis Team. A. C. Ingraham. Class of 1926, is still in the Boy’s Class of tennis. I ast year he went to the semi-finals in the Boy’s National Tournament at Chicago, and was ranked fifth in the National Boy’s ranking. He is captain of the Woonsocket High School Tennis Team. FROM A THEME It spoke of the horse cars and the celebrities who stayed in the hotel. Junior (translating): II alia s’asseoir au coin du few (hearth). “He sat down on the corner of the fire.’’ Sophomore (translating): Elle a de long cheveux noirs. “She has long black horses.” Teacher: What is a noun ? Pupil: A noun is the name of a thing or anything else you want it to be. Pupil (translating): Donnez vous la peine de vous asseoir. “Give yourself the pain to sit down.” Miss B—: What is an omnibus? Pupil: A two-story automobile. Junior (translating): II se tourna et l’embrassa. “He turned around and emljarrassed her.” Undertone: Yes, probably he did. H—d R—y (translating) : A qui sont ces manchous? “For what are these muffins?” THE QUIVER 67 P • CLASS OFFICERS, 1924-25 Senior Class President—Alfred Cavedon Executive Board— Vice President—Edward Medoff Morris Einstein Secretary—Marguerite Shannon Thomas Deffley Treasurer—Eleanor Welles Arshag Muserlian Henry H elf and Edith Woolley Lenette Emidv Junior Class President—Leslie Strickland Vice President—Arthur Feeley Secretary—Doris French Treasurer—Mary Welles Executive Board— Frank Darman Francis Marrah Louis Zocca Emily Wales Dorothy Drabble Sophomore Class President—Richard O’Connor Executive Board— Vice President—Dorothy Faroe Romeo Fregeau. Secretary—David Bruce Hazel Emidy Treasurer—W illiam Sheehan Freshman Class President—Horace Arnold Executive Board- Vice President—Harry Strickland Louise May Secretary-Treasurer, Edward Welles Edward Trant Assembly Hall Decorations for the Ji nior Prom THE QUIVER 69 Although the school may not realize it, a hiking club exists, to which all girls who can walk are eligible. In the fall, a few hik.s were enjoyed. 1 his i: a form of activity in which all girls who are free after. 100ns should jxirticipate, as it is one of the b.st all-round builders of health. 1 iiis ear the hiking club led to a very rollicking party—members of die club becoming a committee. This was the hilarious Hallowe'en party. w. ii.h took place the 31st of Octol er in the High School gymnasium and x. as attended by one hundred thirty lassies (no men allowed), dressed in initiation gym costume. One of the basic iceas of the jiarty was to see how much the boys counted for in the sum total of the evening’s pleasure, and judging by the results of the evening, they are “extraneous.” In the earlier part of the evening, the usual Hallowe’en stunts held sway; such as. bobbing for apples, blowing out candles (maybe), paring apples to see what initials would be formed, doughnut eating races with doughnuts suspended on a string, etc. For apple ducking, the first prize went to Miss l ook, who came up smiling from the pan and looking like a veritable mermaid with the apple suspended from an incisor—perhaps it was two. Games were run off in quick succession. The best of these, judging bv the prevailing hysterics, were the gum drop relays. As no Hallowe’en parti would be complete without a ghost scene, we bad one with a real live ghost in attendance. Doughnuts, apples, and soft drinks were served, and the i. under protest, the jxirtv surrendered to the inevitable, well pleased with their evening’s pleasure. Girls’ basketball was revived in ’24 and ’25 with mu ll enthusiasm. Four outside teams were played, one being the championship team of th state. Although we lost consistently, we gained in ability to play. We had a fine group of girls and our spirit never flagged. Owing to this, we won the last game of the serson with Bryant Stratton. We played with Central Falls, West Warwick, Pawtucket, and Bryant Stratton. Each of Miss Mowry’s English divisions studied “The Literary Digest for ten weeks this year. The business managers were Wendell Kellogg and Merton Comire. The treasurers were Albert Sims. Grace Burlingame. George Hodgson, and Mary Eastman. At Thanksgiving time. English 3E gave, before their division, a plav entitled, Bring on the Turkey, with special music and recitations. Miss Cook s 3A division of English, during its study of “Macbeth,” went to see that production at Providence, acted by Robert Mantell and his company. A group of Miss Wyman’s 3B division, while studying “Hamlet saw the production by the Mantel! Company at Providence. The meml ers of 3E division of English gave a scene from “The C hristmas Carol,” at Christmas time. “Little Almond Eyes’ THE QUIVER 71 Many Senior girls have played for Assembly on Tuesday and Friday mornings. Thelma Pond played lor tne smgng period. During the year, we have received and enjoyed “The Tech Review. ' Technical High, Providence; “The Booster, bryant Strabon business College; “The Meteor,” Berlin High, Benin, N. H.; “The Lotus,” Dover High School, Dover, Delaware; ‘The taco.iia,” William to.vn llig.i School, Williamstown, Mass.; “The Sedan,” Hampton Academy. Hampton, Me.; “The Drury,” High School, North Adams, Mass.; “Dune. Dill-top,” Durfee High, Fall River, Mass.; and “The Orange and White, Orlando High School, Orlando, Florida. The typewriting department made 300 copies of “Miss Mowry’s Help Book for all the Senior English Classes.” Miss Mowry gave copies of the book to be used in the Senior shorthand class. On the briday before Christmas the Senior boys held a partv in Room 18 with Mr. Rockett. Mr. Murphy, Mr. Cameron, and Mr. Cook as guests. Every Senior received a small present, and at the end of the hour Mi s . McFee was presented with a gold piece by the l oys of the Senior Class. Messrs. Rockett, Murphy, Cook, and Cameron made speeches. All had a very good time and then departed happily to their Latin, French, or English classes. Miss Mowry’s 4A English division wrote a “Christmas Halloo” to Unpeople of Woonsocket, modeled upon the well kuown one by Mr. Christopher Morley. It appeared in “The Woonsocket Call” on Christmas Eve. The Senior Dance was held February 6, in the Assembly Hall, which was decorated with differently colored streamers and lanterns. MacDonald’s Orchestra played for the dancing. The decorating committee va- Alfred Cavedon, Edward Medoff, Robert McKay and Arshag Muserlain. Tne patronesses were Mrs. Joseph Brown, president of the Parent-Teacher ,’ Association, Miss Florence Mowry, Miss Annie Merrill, Miss De Ir.r Cook, and Mrs. A. Medoff. On Lincoln Day, an interesting program was presented in the Assembly Hall. Several of the Civil War veterans spoke, and Mr. Cole sang a solo. “A Tribute to Washington was read by Eleanor Welles, and Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address” was recited by Metcalfe Walling. After the exercises, the veterans showed their esteem for Mr. Rockett by making him an honorary meml)er of the G. A. R. The members of the G. A. R. who were present were Commander Thomas Buell. Mr. Eugene Hill. Mr. Henry Pickering. Mr. Richard Barnett. Mr. George W. Cole, and Mr. Cliarles O. Smith. On February 18 and 19. 1925. an operetta entitled. “Little Almond Eyes,” was staged very successfully under the direction of Miss Wyman and Miss Cole. Much credit was due Byron Hudson, who had charge of the soloists, and the meml ers of the various committees were also to be 72 THE QUIVfcR complimented. The cast included Ralph Davie. Alfred Cavedon, Richard O’Connor, George Pratt, Eugene Hamlett, Abraham Damarjian, Howard Offers. Leo Levin, Francis Martineau, Louis Macktaz, John Nasse, Margaret Neville, Antha Card, Ena Robinson, Irene Tateosian, Alice Kihrick, Eunice Cocroft, Ermerlinda Imondi, Marion Rubin, Jessica Descy, Eth;l Hickland, and Lillian Mullerv. On March 4, a radio was installed in the Hall, and we all listened to President Coolidge’s Inaugural Address. On April 15, the school was addressed by Miss Grace Leigh Scott, Associate Director of the National Women’s Christian Temperance Union and a former Y. M. C. A. war worker in France. Her lecture was on “Social Purity,” and she told what the feelings of the boys “over there were in regard to womanhood. She spoke very interestingly and made those few minutes of her talk very much worth while. On Wednesday, April 21, impressive exercises were held in the Assembly Hall. Mr. Charles V. Carroll. Superintendent of Schools, presided and introdu:ed Rev. Adelard Laliberte, Chairman of the School Hoard, who, in a very inspiring speech, presented to the school the picture of Dr. William F. Barry. Mr. Rockett accepted the gift in l ehalf of the pupils. Mr. Edwin B. Hill spoke of his friendship with Dr. Barry and read the resolutions adopted by the School Committee at the time of Dr. Barry’s death. On April 24, the Junior Prom was held in the Assembly Hall of the High School. The hall was l eautifully decorated with hand-made pink crepe paper roses, in the form of arbors and trellises, with the cleverly designed figures, nineteen-twenty-six, hanging above the platform. The decorating committee was Miss Cass, director, Leslie Strickland, Delores Letendre, Dorothy Drabble, Pres ott Brown, Arthur Feeley and Andrew Ingraham. The patronesses were Mrs. Harry Strickland. Mrs. G. Vaslett, Mr. J. Letendre, Miss Florence Mowry, Miss Marie I aviolette, Miss Annie Merrill, and Mrs. Charles Feeley. The Braemore Orchestra played. In the spring a group of Mr. Murphy’s chemistry class visited the Pawtucket Gas W orks and then went in groups to Central Falls to see the making of meters. On May 1. Mr. Lane from the Bryant Stratton Business College gave an address to the Seniors. He stressed the importance of continuing school work. When the hanking was at its lowest ebb. the Seniors girls in Room 19 came to the rescue by organizing to maintain 100%, thereby starting a contest. The other rooms have rapidly followed until on May 5, the whole school was 100%, both in the number of depositors and the number of bank books. THE QUIVER 73 In the sale of the tickets for “The Charm School,” Virginia Sherman won first prize of ten dollars and Lnis Sjiagnola, the s.cond prize cf five dollars. The Arbor Day exercises, held on May 8, were not the same as in juLst years. Instead of the songs and recitations, there was but one speaker. Mr. John C. Cosseboom delivered a very fine address to the pupils, in which he told of several of his experiences while fisninj. Mr. Cosseboom was heartily applauded. On May 13, a large group of high school pupils and their friends enjoyed a dance in the Assembly Hall under the auspices of the Seniors, for the benefit of Frank Hill, captain of the baseball team, who had met with a serious accident while playing baseball. Teachers’ Visiting Day occurred on May 15, and the teachers covered a wide territory during the day. Some of the places visited were Newton. Dorchester, Worcester, Cranston, Providence, South Boston, Medford, Lynn, Brookline, and West Somerville. On May 19, Mr. Cameron and the meml ers of the 4C Commercial Law division visited the court house. In a chemistry contest ojien to all high school students, Walter Fenton won the first state prize, his subject being “Relation of Chemistry to the Textile Industry of the United States.” Bernard Reilly won honorable mention. On May 19, Miss Merrill and her botany class, with Miss Bartlett as guest, journeyed to Forest Hills, where they visited the Arnold Arboretum. The trip was made by automobile. While in the Arboretum, the sightseers were photographed by two reporters from “The Transcript.” A tour of the grounds was made with a guide pointing out the interesting plants and trees and giving many details alxmt their peculiarities. LIBRARY NOTES We have had sixteen magazines and three newspapers in the library this year. “Fashionable Dress,” “Le Bon Ton,” and ‘ Nature” were added to our list. “Poetry” was given us by the Class of 1924 From September 12, 1924, to May 20, 1925, 4.197 books and magazines were taken out for home use. One hundred seventy-eight books have been adbed since September. Four volumes of poems by James Whitcomb Riley were given from th -fund for a memorial to Mr. Spratt. Other gifts were from Fred Hendrick. ’26, Sadie Smith, ’25, William Smith, ’22, Williams E. Williams. Mrs. Verna Corey Brook, and Superintendent Charles V. Carroll. A set of fifteen volumes, “The World’s Story,” and “Compton’s Pictured Encyclo- 74 THE QUIVER pedia” in ten volumes were purchased by the School I ommittee. Three large new bookcases have been placed in the library. I he additional shelf room was badly needed and has been much appreciated. Nearly every pupil in school lias had one regular library period a week this year. COMMERCIAL NOTES The following Seniors received certificates on the Remington typewriter this year: Ella Carlson, Gertrude Donovan. Underwood Certificates: Gertrude Donovan, Mabel Donovan, Mildred Marrah, Mary McKenna. Remington Silver Pins: Mildred Marrah, Saturn Hagopian. Royal Pin: Grace Burlingame, Ella Carlson, Earl Calcutt, Marguerite Shannon. Underwood Bronze Medal: Mabel Donovan, Eva Burgess, Anne Susel. Remington Gold Medal: Grace Burlingame, Gladys Bailey, Marguerite Shannon. Underwood Bronze Bar: Mildred Marrah, Marguerite Shannon. Underwood Pin (60 words per minute) : Gladys Bailey. Royal Certificate: Kathleen Callanan. Miss Bailey lias made the highest rate of speed in typewriting this year, writing 76 words per minute for 15 minutes. These Seniors have received awards on all typewriters: Grace Burlingame. Earl Calcutt, Ella Carlson, and Marguerite Shannon. The following Juniors have received Remington certificates this year: Lillian Beaudet. Eleanor Breault. Karl Cornell. Annette Dion, Cornelia Doonan, Francis Dunn, Elizabeth Helfand, Amy Olsen, John Owens, Marion Rubin, Vera Smallwood. Grace Stevens. Irene Tateosian. Mary Ward, Helen Wheeler. Allan Carlson, Sam Castleman, Alice Kibrick, Arthur Feeley, Evelyn Druin. Underwood Certificates: Lillian Beaudet, Eleanor Breault. Karl Cornell, Annette Dion. Cornelia Doonan. Francis Dunn. Esther Golden, Florence Hawkins, Elizabeth Helfand, Alice Kibrick, Florence Morin, May Olsen. Edgar Piette, Marion Rubin, Vera Smallwood, Grace Stevens, Iren? Tateosian, Sam Castleman. Francis Dunn. Royal Certificates: Lillian Beaudet. Cornelia Doonan, Sam Castleman. Esther Golden. Florence Hawkins. Elizabeth Helfand. Alice Kibrick. Florence Morin, Amy Olsen. Edgar Piette, Marion Rubin, Vera Smallwood. Grace Stevens, Irene Tateosian. Celia Walsh, Mary Ward. Arthur Fcely, Eleanor Breault, Annette Dion, Allan Carlson, Sibyl Searle. THE QUIVER 75 Remington Silver Pin: Eleanor Breault, Florence Hawkins, Florence Morin, Marion Rubin, Irene Tateosian, He.en Von Fiaten, lr«.ne Stasz, Alice Kibrick, Celia Walsh. Royal Pin: Florence Hawkins, Florence Morin, Irene Tateosian. Underwood Bronze Medal: Florence Hawkins, Florence Morin, ire.ie Tateosian. Remington Medal: Irene Tateosian. Underwood Bronze Bar: Florence Hawkins, Irene Tateosian. Irene lateosian has made the highest record in the Junior Class this }ear, having won eight different awards on three different machines. In me January test, Miss lateosian wrote 54 net words a minute for 15 minutes with only one error, which is an exceptional test of spied and accuracy. On no test that she lias taken lias she made more than four errors writing 15 minutes for each one. '1 he memliers of the shorthand class formed a club early in Septem-l er. 1924. 4 he club is called the A. O. Club. The officers are President. Earl F. Calcutt; Vice President, Morris G. Einstein, Jr.; Recording Sec-r. tary, Grace E. Burlingame; Corresponding Secretary, Eva W. Burgess; Treasurer, Helen L. Stearns. The directors of the club are Principal James F. Rockett, Mr. William T. Cameron, Miss Ethel E. McCombe, and Miss Madeleine G. Cass of the Commercial Department. The club has had several enjoyable parties this year. It has helped th ■ school by carrying out the business arrangements for the play, “Almond Eyes,” given for the benefit of the High School last January. Mr. Rockett asked the A. O. Club to present a play for the benefit of the Woonsocket Teachers’ Association and the Woonsocket High School. Yne A. O. Club selected the three-act comedy, “The Charm School” r.n J presented it on two evenings, May 7 and 8, to large audiences in the Assembly Hall at High School. This is the first time a High School club has attempted anything of so pretentious a nature. The play was a success in every way, and everyone declared it “the l est play ever given at High School.” The cast included the following teachers and High School pupils: Albert Place, Earl Calcutt, Rene I aBarre, David Bruce, Elwood Calcutt, Lester Hoard. Miss Marguerite L. Sibley, Mildred Marrah, Miss Madeline W. Dailey, Gladys Bailey, Marguerite Shannon, Laura Dartt, Helen Von I latern, Kathleen Cajlanan, Ella Carlson, Saturn Hagopian, Eugene Reynolds. Much of the success of the play was due to the efforts of a committee from the A. O. Club: Maybelle G. Donovan, Chairman; Mary R. Eastman, Assistant Chairman; Stage. Edward B. Medoff; Hall and Ushers. Kenneth French; Programs, Russell Ross; Tickets. M. G. Einstein, C. Arthur Feeley; Orchestra, Arthur Turner; Patronesses, Ena Robinson, Gertrude THE QUIVER 77 Donovan; Candy, Eileen McCann; Advertising. Hilda Litchman, Anne Susel, Saturn Hagopian, Anna Murphy. The members of the A. O. Club are: Gladys Bailey, Grace Burlingame. Eva Burgess, Earl Calcutt, Elwood Calcutt, Kathleen Callanan, Ella Carl-sun. Laura Dartt, Gertrude Donovan, Mallei Donovan, Mary Eastman. i orris Einstein. Lester Hoard, Saturn Hagcpiati, Rene LaBarre, Hilda l.it hnian, Mildred Marrah, Eileen McCann, Anna Murphy, George Pratt. Ena Robinson, Russell Ross, Marguerite Shannon, Helen Stearns, Anne Susel, Arthur Turner, Helen Von Elatern. Miss Bachelin: Do you think Frederic !s an especially strong-minded man to let his parents propose for him? Junior: I don’t know about him, but I—I would do it myself. Teacher: Do I hear lips, Sheehan, or is it my imagination? Pupil: Your imagination. Teacher: I sincerely hope so. The president returned his solution (salutation). The use of the obverse is used when one says that such and such a person or thing is not so and so, but is this and that. (Definition given in a test.) Le Balafre had a long scar going from one year to the opposite side of his face. This he had secured in battle. (From Sophomore examination:) B. B. had just returned from the office, where he had been sent by a teacher. A voice in the rear of the room: Teacher's pet. B. B.: No, they don’t. Miss M—AYhat kind of plot was there in the book you read? A. P—:A mystery plot. Miss M—:I don’t think it was that kind. A. P—: Well, some of the j ages were out. and if was a mystery to me. E—e H—t writes: The Nature Magazine gives information alxnit floods, icebergs, and other corruptions on the earth. fOOT BALL L ‘M t A rt g Wooft o«K� t AUGUST A FORCED REST P CARTOONS by Harvsy Gobaill 'U( Williard Ganereux 27,Locus Gen r� ux T A- Edwin Gilpt 24 wt SCHOOL SPIRIT .WHAT MUST THE. NEIGHBORS THINK ? TIME AND STYLES WAIT FOR, NO MAN g$® § CgCsMS KJ'x? NOV •� 5C‘ HOW SAD 1 'LET'S' WaVcH ' COR BW� M •!! «« •xc. . THE QoIViili 79 Tlie annual meeting of the Woonsocket High School Alumni Association was held June 17, 1924. in the High School Assembly Hall, with Paul L. Smith, '15, Vice President, presiding. The soloists were Mrs. Christiana (Caya) t'avedon. ’07, and Byron A. Hudson, T3. The speakers were Mrs. Alexander Gilbert, Who represented the Class of ’75, the first class to l� e graduated from Woonsocket High School; P. Francis Cassidy, of the Hass of ’99, and James E. Dumas, president of the Senior Class, Superintendent Charles V. Carroll and Mr. Rockett. The chief speaker was Frank Y. Buxton, ’96, who gave an inspiring talk and read his editorial entitled. “Who Made Calvin Coolidge?” which won the Pulitzer prize of $503 for the best editorial appearing in any American newspaper during 1923. Miss Florence P. Mowry read a tribute to the late principal. Chesman C. Spratt. The officers elected were: President. Paul L. Smith, ’15; Vice President, Henry S. Dursin, Jr., ’12; Secretary, Mrs. Hortense (Mayer) Gauvin, ’18; and Treasurer, Miss Mary E. Williams, ’90. Miss Lydia Aiken. 82. Miss Jennie M. Ballou, 76, and Charles W. Palmer were elected trustees of the McFee Memorial Library. SPECIAL NOTES 92__Addie Holden is now living at 14 Courtland Place, Pittsfield. Mass. ’92—The address of Carrie Kollett for the summer is South Uxbridge. Mass., R. F. D. No. 62. ’93—The address of Annie (Smith) Gavitt is 46 Barljer Street. Tor- rington, Conn. ’98—Herbert L. Carpenter is now Judge of the Supreme Court for the State of Rhode Island. 8) THE QUIVER 04—Samuel Golding is now a practicing lawyer in New York City, but a great part of his time is devoted to play writing. A movie of one of his plays was given this year in Woonsocket. ’C7—Catherine F. Nulty, Professor of Secretarial Science and Economics at the University of Vermont, has received the degree of Master of Education from Harvard University. ’16—Donald D. Beasley is assistant suj erintendent and head chemist of the Dutchess lUeachery, Inc., appinger's Falls, X. Y. He has been a:i important factor in the research incident to the development of several tjew processes in dveing and chemical work by this company. '19—Russell Anil ach, M. I. T., ’24. has been placed in charge of the estimating of adjustments on water power development of the Alabama Power Co., Birmingham, Ala. ’19—Raymond Hudson is assistant chemist of the Dutchess Bleacher , Wappinger’s Falls, N. Y. ’21—Howard K. Simmons was admitted to the Rhode Island Bar and is now associated with the firm of Walling ailing of Providence in the practice of law. ’21—J. Austin McMichael is manager of the Holy Cross Musical Clubs. At Holy Cross College, as a member of the Senior Class, h- is active in all college functions, being a member of the Senior Council, a member of the band, the Debating Society, the Civil Service Committee, and also an Associate Editor of the Senior Year Book. ’22—Marian Ambach is at the Erskine School for Girls, Boston. ’22—Elizal eth M. Smith, a student at Brown University, was awarded preliminary honors for scholastic work in her first two years at college. ’23—Eileen V. M. Gleeson. a pre-medical student at the University of Maryland, gave a program of violin solos at the opening meeting of the Faculty Club. Miss Gleeson has the honor of l eing the first student to attend a meeting of the faculty and the only Freshman to l)e pledged to the University Opera Club and Mercer Literary Society, a club composed of those having a high scholastic standing. She represented the pre-medical department at the inter-collegiate dinner held in Baltimore and has aceomj anied the University Glee Club on all engagements. ’24—Mary Dailey is principal’s clerk at the Woonsocket High School. ’24—Catherine Crowley and Dorothy Gibson are at the School of Commercial Sciences. ’24—Mildred Hamlin is at Laselle Academy. ’24—Rose Kane is at Mt. Ida. Compliments oj EiVilDY BROS.’ BAKERY J. C. EMIDY ATTORNEY-AT-LAW 17 Lo.ngley Bldg. JOHN R. HiGGINS JUDGE CULLAUME MYETTE MILLER’S TAXI SERVICE 403 Arnold Sir. Tel. 2547 w. H. HOUGHTON 99 MAIN STREET Room 52 Commercial Bldg. Compliments oj dr. t. j. McLaughlin EVERETT L. WALLING GET MORINSURANCE IDA J. MORIN CHARLES H. McFEE insurance That Insures 26 Commercial Bldg. ATTORNEY-AT-LAW The Advertisers make this “Quiver” possible. Make it worth their while to help us. 82 THE QUIVER IN ADVANCED SCHOOLS, 1924-25 Brown ’21 Soron Damaniart ’21 Mildred Hoyle '21 Isadore Schwartz- 21 Philip Vdelker ‘22 Richard Connell '22 Ralph Fitzpatrick '22 Roland Harrall ‘22 Doris- Johnson '22 Sadie McMichaet '22 Elizabeth Smith ‘23 Susan Donahue '24 Harold Laroe '24 William Preston '24 Nathan Sokolorf Boston University '21 Leo Desrosicr '21 Sylvia Emery '22 Agnes Winn '23 Mae Gwens Harvard ’20 William Ingr'h-nt Holy Cross ’21 Austin McMichael '23 James Winn '24 Wilfred Peloquin N. Y.Sch.of Fine anJ Applied Art '22 Madeleine Roswell Providence College '21 Edward Dwyer '21 Frank McGee '2! Edwin Marrah '21 Henry Roberge '23 Stephen Emidy R. I. State College '20 Roy Howard '21 Frank Barnes '21 Leslie Burlingame ‘21 Harold Heath '21 Arthur Miller '22 Albert Wcrrall 23 Ermino Messere '24 Harry Brenner '24 Coleman Falk '24 Chester Scott Simmons '20 Mae Litzenbergef '20 Alice Redfern University of Louisian '21 Alfred Carr University of Michigan '22 Constance Clark Wellesley 23 Frances Taylor '24 Dorothy Nichols '24 Janet Reid Yale '23 Nickerson Taylor Colby '23 Nathan Lorinsky Lowell Textile '23 Leslie Redding '23 Joseph Lussier Philadelphia Textile '23 Nelson Wright R. I. College of Education '22 Margaret Graham '22 Gertrude Lloyd '22 Genevieve Quinn '22 Katherine Degnan 23 Florence Callanan '23 Frances Betagh '23 Irene Donovan '23 Margaret Ryan '24 Gladys Belrose '24 Rebecca Blechcr '24 Lillian Ccok 24 Katherine Lynch '24 Madonna Mulligan ’24 Margaret Murphy ‘24 Evelyn Pratt ’24 Mary Ryan ’24 Amy Rogers R. I. School of Design '22 Mildred Hathaway ’24 Byron Engclbach R. I. Hosp. Nurses’ School '23 Eileen Gilchrist '23 Florence Haberrtick '23 Kathleen Grady Baltimore Dental '22 Sam Pressman Oxford, England '17 Louise Feely Ins. of Musical Art of N. Y. C. '20 Helen Smith THE QUIVER Naval Academy, Annapolis, Md. V2 Paul Card Military Aca£c3iy, West Point 44 John Gilchrist Emerson School of Oratory '24 Matilda Robertshaw Dai tmeuth I' John Ullinan 83 Smith ’24 Huldah Vase .Hollins College, Virginia 44 Louise L’Uinan N. Y. State College 24 Irving TerkeJ Note; This list is doubtless incomplete, as many students have not notified us whether they are still in college or not. W. H. S. would like to hear from them at least once a year. MARRIAGES, 1924-25 Vera S. Cook, ’04 kiank Kettlety, Jr., ’08 Rachel M. Howe, ’12 L.ueil Card, T6 Harold Howe, ’16 Anna La fond, T 7 Grace W hipple, T 7 Eugene Willey, ’20 .Carian Wales, ’21 Helen Bradish, ’21 James Greene ’22 Grace Randall, ’23 Alma Billings, ’24 Mildred Whitcomb ’23 Rena J. Dutton, ’21 Ruth Wardle, ’18 Harry Ballard Evelyn Locke James O’Brien Mary S. Chafee Catherine Crowley Lawrence Hurley W'illiam Thornley Edith A. Hudson, ’21 John Briggs Stanley Griswold Frances Halloran William Godine Herbert Sutton Charles Fagan Herbert Holgate Benjamin Livingston I DEATHS Miss Sophie L. Burlingame, ’88 Mrs. Julia L. (Sharkey) Gearcn, ’00 Compliments of ZIMMERMAf 'S CLOAK SUIT SHOP 78 Main Street Woonsocket Compliments of DUNN'S A MANS STORE GEORGE R. CODY GROCERIES AND PROVISIONS Seventh Avenue Wa-msocket. R. I. 1 FAIRMOUNT PHARMACY L. J. HAND. Phg. THE BLUE DOOR FLOWER SHOPPE 31 North Main St. Woonsocket, R. I. KENYON GROCERY AND MARKET REMILLARD BROS. MEN’S FURNISHINGS 896 Main Street Compliments of MANUEL DE CTO BEST FRUITS OF SEASON Compliments of DR. T. J. ROSWELL Main Street Woonsocket Compliments of DR L. V. CCNLON LUCY GREENWOOD HEMSTITCHING BUTTONS COVERED Rocm 47 Commercial Bldg. DORA L. ESPERANCE CLIPPING. SHINGLE BOBBED HAIR, MARCEL, ETC. 18 Commercial Bldg. IDEAL CLOAK SUIT CO. 115 Main Street Frederick Earle Whitaker ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Woolworth Bldg. Compliments nf HUGO F. JARRET MAILLGUX SONS attoxney-at-law J. W. MARRAH Meats, Poultry, Vegetables I be electric and gas service which we supply is essential to the continual growth and development of our community, lo give this community a continuous and satisfactory service is our duty. In order tliat this may be accomplished most effectively, we maintain a SERVICE Bl REAL), which you are earnestly requested to make use of whenever it can be of assistance to you. BLACKSTONE VALLEY GAS ELECTRIC CO. 1-3 CLINTON ST. TEL. 2200 CITY LUMBER CO. LUMBER SERVICE MME. UPSON BOARD. MOULDING, BRICK, EVE TROUGH. ROLL ROOFING, SHINGLES, SASH. SHEET ROCK. EXTRA WHITE CEDAR. RED ROOFING. REX. VUL ATLAS CEMENT, IRON WINDOW WEIGHTS, PINE AND CEDAR CLAPBOARDS FA1RMOUNT FOUNDRY DR. REID KELLOGG OSTEOPATHIC PHYSICIAN Kresge Bldg. 128 Main St. Compliments of W. S. PRESTON 243 Main Street M. C. PIERANNUNZI FOOTWEAR REPAIRING Near Gmrt Sq. LIBERTY CONFECTIONERY Ghigore Bros. HOME-MADE CANDY AND ICE CREAM AYOTTE'S SHOE SHOP Court Square DR. HIEN DENTIST Compliments of DR. A. P. COTE 12 Longley Building Greene, Kennedy Greere ATTORNEY-AT-LAW 2 Longley Bldg. Compliments of LONGLEY BLDG. BARBER SHOP HOPE’S For the Best Compliments of KEARNS ROCHELEAU “THE LIVE STORE” Compliments of FLYNN’S STATIONERY GREETING CARDS 1 Compliments of BURLINGAME’S MARKET for LATHAM’S MILK AND CREAM Compliments of A. A. WEEDEN, M D. Phone 1542-W G. L. DESLAUNIERS TEAS AND COFFEES Kitchin Furnishings—Picture Framing 143 Main St., Woonsocket W. J. DAVIS ART PHOTOS and GREETING CARDS 137 Main St. Woonsocket Compliments of ST. JAMES HOTEL BEAUDET REGISTERED OPTOMETRIST 111 Main Street Woonsocket If'e Fit Feet Correctly VERONEAU’S SPECIALTY BOOT SHOP 128 Main St. Kresge Bldg., 2d floor Compliments of OVILA LAMBERT ATTORNEY-AT-LAW A FRIEND Compliments of DR. PH. P. EPSTEIN 26 Main St. 9 Cumberland St. Compliments of DR. J. J. BAXTER Compliments of DR. E. D. CLARKE Compliments of TAFT’S DR. F. W. SENIOR Compliments of PURE FOOD MARKET 261 South Main St. Tel. 415-R Compliments of PROGRESS CONFECTIONERY Compliments of AGNES JOHNSON GOWNS Tel, 423-M Woonsocket Tel. 705-11 E. DI PARDO EXPERT SHOE BUILDING IFe Specialize in Herman's Police Shoes' GOODYEAR WELT SYSTEM Compliments of LINTON PHARMACY GRESNAHAN GROCERY CO. Oscar A. Roberge, Reg. Phar., Prop. 4 Monument Sq. Woonsocket, R. 1 EDWARD DENE VERS 36 South Main Street SAMUELS JEWELER 114 Main St, Woonsocket Compliments of LaROE’S MUSIC STORE Compliments of R. L. DAIGNAULT Federal Building WALTER H. SHARKEY ATTORNEY-AT-LAW KAUFMAN'S HATS AND GENTS' FURNI3H1 JG5 110 Main Street The Olympia Shcc Slvne Hat Cleair’ng Pcrlor Bohaine Bros,, Preps. 269 Main St, WomaxJ.ct DR W. H. HARRALL DENTIST DR. A. H. THURSTON CHIROPODIST Federal Block, Room 8 Woonsocket, Rhode Island DR. A. M. CAR1GNAN DENTIST Compliments of LEMERY CORSET SHOP 233 Main Street Compliments of MULVEY’S HAT STORE A. L. MERRILL PORTRAIT AND COMMERCIAL PHOTOGRAPHY Note located over J. Brown Co. MAX W. COHEN Court Square DUFFY, THE TAILOR 186 Main Street Over Brown’s Drug Store DR. GEARON DENTIST WILLIAM F. KEOUGH AGENCY RELIABLE INSURANCE OF ALL KINDS—Sl'RETY RONDS AND REAL ESTATE 194 MAIN STREET Woonsocket, Rhode Island Compliments of THE ROBINSON COMPANY 182 MAIN STREET WOONSOCKET, R. I. WHERE STYLE AND LOW PRICE MEET AUSTIN H. COOK DAVID L. TUTTLE with R. R. P. SMITH SON F. J. GARDELLA FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC I RUTS AND PRODUCE 289 RAILROAD STREET Compliments of FRIENDS JAMES H. RICKAUD ATTORNEY-AT-LAW 11 COMMERCIAL BUILDING JAMES MULLEN CO. Agents for FURNITURE, RUGS, LINOLEUM CRAWFORD RANGES AND GLOBE-WERNICKE SECTIONAL BOOKCASES VOSE, THE FLORIST HERMAN C. DOLBECH FLORAE DESIGNS, DECORATIONS. PLANTS AND CUT FLOW ERS 241 MAIN STREET WOONSOCKET, K 1. ConifitlawrUs of GOODNOW-MORSE-BRCOKS COMPANY Compliments of TETU’S WALK OVER SHOES 2o MAIN STREET, OPPOSITE RAILROAD STREi'i Woonsocket, Rhode Island A FRIEND OF EDUCATION— THE LAFAYETTE SHOE STORE PRODUCERS SAVINGS BANK 168 MAIN STREET Compliments of Compliments of ION M. HAY H L. CARPENTER Hope Bldg. J. J. LEVEIN SON CLOTHIERS 3 J floor Commercial Bldg Woonsocket, Hhode Island COSSETTE’S SILK SHOP Commercial Building 3rd Floor THE TOGGERY SHOP COMPLETE OUTFITTERS FOR MEN AND BOYS 101 Main Street MESSERE BROS. EXPERT SHOE REBUILDING HIGH GRADE SHOES 158 North Main Sl 8 South Main St. Compliments of WHITE CASH MARKET Tel. 968-969 Compliments of w. H. ROGERS THE QUALITY STORE LADIES’ AND GENTS' CLOTHING 279 Main St. Next to Bijou RYNN’S STATIONERY 325 Main Street Woonsocket Compliments of BERARD NORTH CO DANIELS VARIETY STORE Full Line of BASEBALLS AND SPORTING GOODS MEAD’S Compliments of ALBERT DESROCHERS REGISTERED PHARMACIST 254 Main Street JOSEPH BROWN CO. Compliments of C. H. DARLING Compliments of EISENBERG KORNSTEIN Compliments of LEVIN BROS. COMPLIMENTS OF HAMLET TEXTILE CO. BICKFORD Enqraving Electrotype Co. 2.0 MATHEWSON ST.j PROVIDENCE R.I. CITY FUEL FEED CO. 350 CLINTON STREET ARTHUR 1. DARMAN, INC. ft