Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.)

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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!

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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 ?