Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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 ?

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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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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.)