Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.)

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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.

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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.