Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.

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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

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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.