Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

Text from Pages 1 - 96 of the 1926 volume:

DUNLOP, McCANNA BENNETT, INC. “An Institution of Service” MILLINERY. CORSETS, UNDERWEAR. GARMENTS, HOSIERY, WASH GOODS, CHILDREN’S WEAR. DRAPERIES, LINEN SHEETS AND PILLOW CASES. ETC. 126 Main Street Woonsocket, Rhode Island A SATISFACTORY SOURCE OF FUEL SUPPLY NEW ENGLAND COAL CO., INC. MODERN SHOE STORE 94 MAIN STREET Star Clerks BROWN. ’21 COOK., 18 WINN. '23 MARY WINN. ’27 KENNEDY. '28 ELEANOR WINN, ’29 To AH the High School Graduates GONGRATl LATIONS AND GOOD LUCK JOHN C. COSSEBOOM COMPLIMENTS OF FLORENCE DYE WORKS WOONSOCKET TRUST COMPANY James M. McCarthy, President Henri Desrochers, Vice-President Frank A. Jackson. Vice-President Win. E. LaFond, Treasurer Walter S. Hunt. Asst. Treasurer A HOME INSTITUTION 106 MAIN STREET 521 SOCIAL STREET ARTHUR I. DARMAN, INC. CITIZENS NATIONAL BANK SHAMBOW SHUTTLE CO. Compliments oj ST. JAMES HOTEL “THE WARNER” OSCAR H. DROUIN ARCHITECT IDEAL CLOAK SUIT CO. 115 Main Street J. J. LEVEIN SON CLOTHIERS Third floor Commercial Bldg. Woonsocket, Rhode Island KAUFMAN’S HATS AND GENTS’ FURNISHINGS 110 Main Street BERNARD’S MILLINERY Two Stores of Leading Styles 61 Main St. Brown-Carroll Building Compliments of FALK BROTHERS 35-37 Main Street Next to Smith's GRADUATION GIFTS SAMUELS fEWELER 114 Main St. Woonsocket NEW YORK PAPER CO. DAVID SKOLNICK, PROP. MANUFACTURING JOBBERS OF GENERAL MERCHANDISE 62-64 Hamlet Ave., Woonsocket, R. I. DORA L. ESPERANCE CLIPPING, SHINGLE BOBBED HAIR. MARCEL, ETC. 18 Commercial Building COSSETTE’S SILK SHOP Commercial Building 3rd Floor Compliments of PROGRESS CONFECTIONERY BAY STATE FUR CO. FURS STORED 55 Main St. Tel. 31 I K DUFFY, THE TAILOR 186 Main St reel Over Brown's Drug Store MESSERE BROS. EXPERT SHOE REBUILDING Compliments of HIGH GRADE SHOES LEVIN BROS. 158 North Main St. 8 South Main St. KENYON Compliments of GROCERY AND MARKET W. S. PRESTON FOR FRESH MADE PEANUT BUTTER 243 Main Street Compliments of dr. t j McLaughlin DR. REID KELLOGG OSTEOPATHIC PHYSICIAN Kresge Bldg. 128 Main St. Compliments of P. FRANCIS CASSIDY BESSETTE MAYTAG SHOP 608 Clinton Street Tel. 3640 ALUMINUM WASHERS Compliments of BURLINGAME’S MARKET for LATHAM’S MILK AND CREAM Compliments of DR PH. P. EPSTEIN 26 Main St. 9 Cumberland St. DR. H I E N Compliments of LONGLEY BLDG. BARBER Dentist SHOP AYOTTE’S SHOE SHOP WALTER J. DAVIS CHAS. BAROLET Court Square Manufacturing Prescription Optician 137 Main St. Woonsocket BOB’S MEN’S SHOP LINTON PHARMACY Oscar A. Roberce. Reg. Phar.. Prop. 36 Main Street 4 Monument Sq. 130 Rathbun St. Compliments of DR. A. P. COTE C PIERANNUNZI FOOTWEAR REPAIRING 12 Longley Bldg. Near Court Sq. Compliments of GOULET’S RESTAURANT ALBERT GOULET. Manager Compliments of WOONSOCKET REALTY CO. COMPLIMENTS OF FALLS YARN MILLS NEW ENGLAND ROOFING CO., INC. ROOFING CONTRACTORS 279 North Main Street Woonsocket. Rhode Island Compliments of WILLIAM C. MOWRY 92 Main Street I NSU RANCE J Woonsocket, R. I. F. J. GARDELLA FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC FRUITS AND PRODUCE 289 RAILROAD STREET Compliments of H. L. EMIDY, M.D. Compliments of LEFRANCOIS TRANSFER TEAMING COMPANY AI STIN H. COOK DAVID L. TUTTLE with R. P. SMITH SON Compliments of J. EARLE BROWN M. E. KIRBY REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE 21 Federal Bldg. J. W. MARRAH MEATS POULTRY VEGETABLES Compliments of T E T U ’ S WALK-OVER SHOES 251 MAIN STREET. OPPOSITE RAILROAD STREET Woonsocket. Rhode Island SERVICE STORE MEN’S CLOTHING. FURNISHINGS. SHOES 28 30 Main St. Woonsocket CHARLES H. McFEE ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Compliments of JUDGE GULLAUME MYETTE w. REDDING MERCHANT TAILOR Compliments of WALES SMITH QUALITY MAKERS Compliments of SPAGNOLA AUTO WORKS 60 Allen Street JOHN J. MEE LAWYER COLITZ JEWELRY STORE 81-88 Main Street DR. THOMAS E. POWERS DENEVERS LAMBERT ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Compliments of DR THOMAS S. FLYNN Roy’s Institute of Music Musical Instruction Musical Instruments 92 Main St.. Woonsocket VARIETY STORE What Cheer N’Ice Cream SODA. CIGARS. CANDY 346 River Street Woonsocket WOONSOCKET TYPEWRITER COMPANY ALL MAKES TYPEWRITERS SOLD. RENTED. REPAIRED TYPEWRITER SUPPLIES Ralph Pilkington. Manager 257 Main Street. Room 12 Telephone 709 Patronize the Advertisers in this QUIVER Ci.ass of 1926 Jink, 1926 Prick, 50 Cents' n EDITORIAL STAFF VIRGINIA SHKRMAN, '26, Editor-iii-Chief ALLAN CARLSON, '26 Business .Mana ers SAMUKL CASTLKMEN, '26 j VERA SMALLWOOD. 26 CATHERINE COLEMAN, 27 EMILY WALES. '26 PHILIP FAHRENHOLZ, '28 RALPH WARDLE, '26 EVELYN KARNES. 27 OF “CABBAGES AND KINGS” Very soon now the Class of 1026 will he scattered to the four winds and into the many paths, roads and highways that lead to life. Some of us will l)e farmers or business men; others, perhaps, will he lawyers, diplomats. etc.: hut all ot us are going to meet life in many different aspects. We all want to live life to the full, and to do this we shall have to accept the hitter as well as the sweet things we shall meet. Now. of course, we are going to conquer life gloriously, hut we must always remember not to let life l eat us—we must beat it. e all shall, without a doubt, meet with manv 12 THE QUIVER surprises and discouragements, hut we shall meet them with smiling faces, for we are good losers. In life there is an old man, known as )pportunity, who has a delightful time playing hide-and-go-seek with young travelers on the road of life. He dodges l ehind a tree till we pass hy. then stands chuckling to himself and watches us as we travel wearily on. Now here is a secret. If we hunt for him and as soon as we see him. chase him until we seize him hy his forelock, then he will l e ours forever. W e are all going on a great many different roads, hut the world needs us all. W’e need the cool, restful paths as well as the dusty, commercial highways ; so does the world need us in our different occupations. Any pursuit that is honest is as honorable as any other. AMBITION Youth! It is both glorious and pathetic. It is the time of soaring ideals and lofty ambitions. W hich one of us has not. in some secret corner, a great ambition? W ho does not secretly think that he. without any doubt, is going to do some great thing—set the world on fire? Too often our ambitions have been stamped out hy some well-intentioned adult who ridiculed them and who forced us, kindly, of course, hut. nevertheless, forced us to do something he would like to have us do. Never a greater mistake could he made. ()ne's whole life hinges on one’s decision, and, therefore, one should do that in which he is interested. ()ne’s chances of success are then much greater, and. at least, he is satisfied. It seems. jx?rhaps. a rash thing at first to say that one can do almost anything if one tries hard enough, hut it is true. If one is really ambitious, he will seize every op]x rtunity that will help him on his way. he will not be side-tracked, lie will study diligently, he will put his all into his work, and eventually he will realize his ambition. IDEALS W hen one speaks of ideals, he sjieaks of a universal possession, for everyone has one or more ideals. Some ] eople may he skeptical and say they have none, hut they are merely unconscious of them. The | o.ssession THE QUIVER 13 of ideals is one of the great things that differentiates man from the heast. high ideal is one of the finest things in the world to have. Some people seem ashamed if they ever give anyone a hint that ] erhaps they have a high ideal. They are really embarrassed if they are caught herishing one. Oftentimes these people profess that they have none (it is only fairy dust thrown in one’s eyes), and ridicule anyone else that they hap) en to catch as they once were caught; hut all their professions and actions are merely a wall of defence around their own precious thoughts. They are not to he caught and ridiculed another time, so they keep their ideals a secret. So with us all, let us keep our ideal a secret if we must, hut let us keep it and strive for it. because an ideal is one of the finest gifts God has given to man. MY LILY C lose u|x)n my garden wall Grows a flower, very tall. The queen of all the (lowers is she. 'I'he Lily that God gave to me. Her fragrance, wafted by the breeze. Brings, as her servants, all the l ees. Who cluster round their queen so fair. Taking from her sweet nectar rare. Her crown of gold around her hair So white lends her a regal air. ()f all the blooms on hill and moor None can surpass my Lily pure. Catherine B. Quinn, '26. Thk Quiver Hoard, 1926 THE QUIVER “KONNITVERSTAND” ( Told nit in German a few years ago) There often conies a time in the life of a man when he becomes dissatisfied with his jxisition in the world and longs to throw off the shackles which bind him. Some resist the temptation, while others yield to it and venture forth to gain honor and wealth for themselves. There had come such a time in the life of Hans Vedder. and he yielded to the temptation without the least reluctance. He set out from his native village in (Germany toward Amsterdam, Holland, where lie was certain lie would make a name for himself. A month later, our hero was walking the street of Amsterdam without a single farthing in his pockets, thinking of the wrongs he had suffered in this cruel, cruel world. As lie delated in bis mind whether lie should go back home or not, his gaze fixed itself on a handsome dwelling-house, ornamented and decorated in the l est of style. “All. would that I owned such a house!” Hans exclaimed, and lie determined to ask a passerby who the jxissessor was. As lie could neither speak nor understand Dutch, lie put his query in (ierman. The answer was, “Kan-nitverstand.” which means in Dutch. “1 do not understand. '•sannitverstand!” lie ejaculated and walked on his way. contrasting bis mode of life with that of Kannitverstand. Suddenly hearing shouts, lie looked up and found himself near the harbor with its forest of masts. )ne ship, fairly bursting with goods, was lieing unloaded. He determined to find out the identity of the owner of this huge schooner, so he stopjied one of the men carrying a heavy load on his shoulders and apjiealed to him. 16 THE QUIVER How surprised Hans was when the man, looking angrily at him. shouted “Kannitvers'.and!” Again he resumed his walk, his thoughts now taking a more somher trend. “Why should one man have so much wealth, while others suffer in want?” he thought. Again he was aroused, this time by the treading of feet. A hearse, on which lay a massive silver coffin, decked with flowers, was slowly winding its way down the street, followed by a crowd of men and women. The deceased must have been a very rich man. Going over to one of the followers, Hans asked him the dead man’s name. How amazed he was when he again received the answer, ' Kannit-verstand!” “Ah, poor Kannitverstand !” lie exclaimed, “what enjoyment will your wealth bring you in the cold, dark grave? How much better off am I. although poor and wretched, since I may enjoy this blessed life God gave to us all!” Charles Mreuman. ’26. MY FIRST SWEETHEART One day. as 1 sat on Grandfather’s knee, listening to one of his many stories, he noticed that 1 was not giving him my usual attention. “V hat is the matter with mv little girl today? he asked. “Nothing, Grandpa. I answered. “Yes, there is. Now don’t you try to fool an old fool, ’cause you can’t! You just tell me what the matter is and I’ll see what 1 can do. Come, now. what is it ?” “Well, 1 said, gazing at one of the buttons on his coat, “I wish I had a sweetheart like Ruth’s—one that would send me flowers and candy.” Alxjut a week after that episode came Valentine’s Day, bringing Ruth a lovely bunch of violets. ()f course, I had been over to see them and had admired them, wishing, all the time, that I had been the fortunate one. So absorbed was I in thinking alxiut myself and wishing that I were eighteen— instead of five years old—that for fully five minutes after 1 returned home 1 sat in the living room, without noticing the large, red. heart-shaped lx x on the table. When I did see it. 1 found. “To my sweetheart, from ()ne who loves her.” How thrilled I was! 1 ran. with the box. right over to Ruth’s, and so excited was 1 that I almost spilled the candy on the floor in showing it to her. THE QUIVER “Isn't it lovely. Ruth?” I asked, watching her intently to see if she thought so. “Who do you think sent it?” “Yes, dear, it is beautiful. I'm sure I don’t know who sent it, hut whoever did surely had wonderful taste. Many times after that I was the joyous receiver of gifts; hut l est of all was Easter, for on that day 1 received a lovely hunch of sweet ] eas, which I wore to church—as I knew Ruth would wear her flowers to church. For two very happy years I was never forgotten when it came to flowers and candy, and then I was not forgotten—Grand father died, you see! Dorothy Ff.oan, '26. WHEN PATIENCE HAD TO BE AMONG OUR VIRTUES This is going to lx just an account of one of the many busy days which I sjxMit last summer. My sister Eleanor and I had the “run of our summer cottage u|K)ii our shoulders, and we. as ] erhaps you will agree after reading this, had our hands full. Although Mother. Eleanor, and I were the only three staying at our cottage all summer, l oth Elizabeth and Edward had come from camp for a week's stay with us. My older brothers often dropjied in to see us, bringing with them several of their friends for the day. These “sudden surprises.” as I have learned by experience, are not always |x pular with the maid-of-all-work. especially when the contents of the icelx x are rather low. ()n this day it happened that one of mv brothers had come down with two friends. They had arrived late the previous evening, tired out from the long drive. For some reason or another, perhaps knowing that 1 had to get breakfast for eight. I awoke very early. I went down stairs and swept the front room, a task which must lx? done every morning on account of the fine beach sand which seems to lx1 always sifting out of one's clothes. I started breakfast—a thing which took much planning. To cook and keep hot bacon, eggs, cereal, coffee, and toast on a kerosene stove consisting of two burners takes a rather clever person. Mother, who eats her breakfast in bed. was served first, and this gave to the boys, who had now arisen, a chance to go for the machine, a five minute walk from the house. They would surely lx? back immediately, “if not sooner.” However, they found that the machine needed dusting, shining up, etc.—consequently they were about ten minutes late for breakfast. The four boys piled into the house, rushed to the kitchen to wash oil the machine grease, partly with soap and partly on the towel. I hey seemed 18 THE QUIVER to enjoy the almost cold breakfast and started out immediately after it to see the sights of the town. We girls did the dishes and the general picking-up after them. No sooner had we finished than the Inns returned with the suggestion that we go in swimming, and we were soon on the beach. After swimming and diving for a short time, Eleanor and I started home to make prepara tions for dinner. Elizabeth suddenly decided to make applesauce, but no sooner had she put it on the stove than the Ixtys came back to the house, tramping in all the sand possible, of course, and wanted us to go swimming in a fresh water lake about fifteen miles down the Cape. Knowing the pleasure in store for us. we agreed, and off the stove came the applesauce! W e were gone two hours, and, on our return home, started dinner immediately. Though not as difficult to plan for as breakfast, dinner had its share of worries. The hoys were on time to this meal, however, although it was not their fault. Trying to help, they insisted on wiping the dishes. If you can. imagine four lx ys wiping dishes in a kitchen alxmt twelve by fifteen feet! In spite of all the conversation and fooling that went on. they completed their work without the dropping of a single dish, which we regarded as more than remarkable. Again Elizabeth started her applesauce, and again it was taken from the stove, for we went to see the remains of the wreck of a rum schooner at Race Point. Bothered by mosquitoes and flies, we returned shortly. Nothing exciting hap| ened until bridge was suggested. Phis game went along very smoothly in spite of the jazz from the victrola. Finally the strain was too much for some, and “wild bidding began. The game ended in a tnixup with ice cream and cake to top it off. After a hurried supper, we all went to a “movie. Ujxm our returning home, the house was in an uproar again, as the hoys were leaving for Woonsocket. They intended to have a moonlight ride Itack, such a trip being very enjoyable. Cries for bathing suits, hats, and coats were heard, hut soon they were off. While we were emptying ash trays, straightening the room, and doing the dishes, my sisters and I decided that we wanted them to come again, as we really had enjoyed the hurry-scurry life, but that we should like a few days rest l efore the visit re-occurred. I x t me add in closing that Elizabeth made her applesauce the next day, and it was really very good. Mary Weu.es, ‘26. FORTUNE SMILES Jack King yawned, threw down his Virgil, and settled himself more comfortably in his chair. Why should he bother his head about Aeneas and others like him. who lived so many years ago. if they lived at all. especially THE QUIVER 19 when an important event like the Senior Dance was so near? Taking from his pocket a small black memorandum. Jack ran his finger down the list of names, to find out just which of the young ladies there listed should have the privilege of going to the dance with him. “Ah! the very one.” he murmured with a smile, and indolently reached for the telephone. “L'niori lt 02. he replied to the o| erator’s sweet-voiced quez, Xumlter. please.” A short silence and then. '‘Hello, Helen? You'll go to the dance with me tomorrow night, will you not? What’s that? You have promised to i-.it your cousin? Can’t you jjossihly break that engagement—say that ou're sick or something? One little disap|x intment won’t hurt your cousin, while I—I—well, my evening will be entirely spoiled liecause 1 have planned so much on your going with me that 1 certainly will not ask any one else. 1 shall not go at all. Oh. yes. 1 know you’re sorry and all that. So am I. Good-bye.” With these words, Jack slammed down the receiver, and began to whistle with great feeling the owning bars of the song, “All Alone, his particular favorite when he was discouraged. ()nce more he looked into the little black l ook and again he reached for the telephone. “Heavens!” he ejaculated half aloud. “1 hope no one has asked Hetty yet.” Hut Betty had already been invited, as Jack discovered when he talked with her. Once more Jack declared that his evening would l e ruined since he was unwilling to ask anyone else. He hung up the receiver. He was through with “silly girls. The next day. as Jack was getting ready for baseball practise, the telephone bell rang. Hetty was calling him. “Jack, she said, “Rudy sprained his ankle and can’t go to the dance. Do you still want to take me?” “Delighted, Hetty! Whistling gaily, he was alxnit to leave the house when the hell rang again. He found that it was Helen this time—her cousin had broken the engagement! “Have you asked anyone else? “Why, Helen. I told you 1 wouldn’t go with anyone else. was the reply. “What a punishment for not l eing straightforward. groaned Jack ; and. deep in thought, he went off to practise. Accidents do help, however. Jack was “spiked” and had to Ik carried from the field. Two hours later, his mother telephoned the same message to each of the two girls—Jack would not Ik able to go to the dance. He had found a way out. Howard Durham. ‘26. 20 THE QUIVER DUCK HUNTING Duck hunting is an annual event with my father, Russel and me. We are always ready to go any time after the first of (fctober, and the tir t week-end possible finds us in the little Dodge roadster, headed for Russel’s camp. The camp is about fifteen miles from the outskirts of Kingston, on the shore of a large inland pond. The ledge itself is a good-sized shelter and has in it a real fireplace, large enough to keep the entire building warm and tempting enough to make you want to stay up at nigh, to read, when you should be getting sleep for the early start of the next day. This fall at the camp, 1 was aroused from a deep sleep, about four o’clock in the morning, by a cold, clammy touch on my face. With a bound 1 was out of bed. but 1 quickly collected the bed-clothes again and jumped back. It was only Hilly. Russel's old bird bog. that was notifying me that it was time to get up. But oh! it was cold! Hearing my father and Russel downstairs, 1 slid out of bed and into my hunting togs and made a mad dash downstairs to get near the fire. How good it all seemed—the light and the warmth and. best of all. the appetizing odors of broiling porterhouse steak and boiling coffee. After breakfast, we bundled ourselves into the rest of our hunting clothes, and, seizing the guns, duck calls, and whatever else was necessary, sallied forth eagerly. The boat, which furnished the easiest and quickest way of reaching the feeding beds, was at hand. W e threw into it all of our equipment, persuaded the motor to chug, and started up the pond. The feed beds were at the other end. at a distance which was easily a mile in warm weather and seemed at least two in the cold. When we reached the right location, we tied the boat to an old tree and waded out to the blind, which was made of flags and eel grass and situated in the midst of the slough. It looked bad enough to scare any flock of ducks that should happen near. After considerable splashing and squashing around in the mud and water, we all became quiet, for a short time, at least. We could hear the ducks in spite of the heavy fog that clung to the pond’s surface. As the sun rose, the fog slowly lifted: down the wind channels the ducks were plying low. Swinging in fast, right, left and head on, the Blacks and Mallards came whizzing by. All of us fired fast. There is an old saying among hunters, however, that “To hit is history: to miss is mystery.” and mystery surely prevaded the blind that October morning. After the ducks were through playing with us, they left for their dailv jaunt to the “Big Slough, which is a part of the one near the j ond. yet farther back in the hills. Picking up the dead and crippled was not a hard proposition for us; our luck had l een poor. THE QUIVER 21 'e went back to the camp faster than we had come from it—we always eat again after our exertions and contortions in the blind. After we bad f eached the l oat. we strung the ducks in a line across our piazza, grasped a gun apiece, and lined up; the dogs lay at our feet, each with a duck in his mouth. Then, with everyljody looking happy, the camera did Us work. In years to come we shall probably look at the picture and tell the story again. Perhaps we shall exaggerate it; but who will know—or care ? Carl Cornell. '26. LOVELY THINGS I (With aj)ologies to Mr. Richard Le (iallienne) A lovely thing in this whole wide world Is Mother. The maple tree with its leaves unfurled Is another. Rose buds coming out in the spring. ( trioles when they perch and sing These, I think, are lovely things— The frolicking brooks dancing with the wind. And God are all that 1 include in my list of lovely things. Martha Mowky. '26. II There are more lovely Than ugly things in the world. There is the stone wall Ituilt low and grown with ferns. ( r covered with trailing vines. And the stones- aren’t they softened I� v grass, or perhaps a nestling violet? The tree stump that you see Has a family of pink toad-stools growing near. And the dead birch has a fungus on it. All these things aren't seen easily like a sinking sun; Put still they’re there. For you and me to see, it we learn how To look for and love the “ugly things. Frkd Hendrick. '26. 22 THE QUIVER III The sunrise in the early morn. The birds awakening just at dawn. The yellow bird that sweetly sings. These, to my mind, are lovely things. The harvest moon in early fall. Rising toward the west like a great rci .all. The flowers sweet that summer brings. These, to my mind, are lovely things. Sibyl Searlk, '20. IV 1 love the trees where songbirds sing. 1 love the flowers spring doth bring ; Hut of pretty things 1 like the l est The three small eggs in a bluebird’s nest. Helen Archambault. '20. MY FIRST BUSINESS EFFORT When 1 was seven years old. a crowd of us went everywhere and did everything together. My back steps were always the headquarters of the “gang.” Father, tiring of our continual noise, built me a small house, about eight feet long and five feet wide, in the farthest corner of the hack yard. ()ur chief problem now was to use this house to the l est advantage, it was an admirable place to smoke our cornsilk and gra] evine leaves, but as the smoking made us rather sick, we did not long continue the practice. ()ne day we conceived a great idea. W e could have a store! ()f course, a real store should sell candy, and this meant financial backing. We hastened to our respective homes and managed to get one or two | ennies apiece. By pooling our capital we had the enormous sum of seventeen cents! A committee comprised of everyone went out to buy seventeen cents worth of penny candies. The more pieces we could get for a cent, the more highly elated we were. Then we returned to our own “store,” elected proprietors, clerks, drivers lor the so-called delivery wagons, and. last but not least, ‘'horses” to pull the wagons. We decided on a house-to-house canvass to sell our goods, so off we went to visit the neighbors and to disjx se of all our five for a cent” candy at our own price of “two for a cent.” We met with great THE QUIVER 23 success and finally returned to headquarters; to our dismay, we found that the clerk whom we had left in charge had eaten all the candy we had left Itehind. ( ur troubles increased when the boys who had served all day as ‘‘horses.” drawing us dignitaries from house to house, demanded a cent apiece as pay for their lal or. This demand was met. for the class so lalx t-ing was great in numher and was just spoiling for a fight, anyway. With the treasury completely exhausted, we ended the day hy filing a petition for liankruptcy. Albert Robinson, '26. “SPOOKS?” WELL- 11) you ever run out of gas in an out-of-the-way place on a cold, rainy night? 1 have, and it is an experience 1 shall never forget and hoj e never to have again. We had played football in Providence that afternoon and had been defeated by a very close score. This alone was enough to discourage anyone, but the prospects of attending a dance at the High School that evening bellied to brighten us up. It had rained during the game, and it was raining when we started for home, a cold rain, which chilled us to the marrow ; but we did not mind that much as long a we hoped to 1 e on time for the dance. W e were coming up C'uml)erland Hill Road at a pretty good pace when 1 heard the engine gasp and then stop. My heart sank a few feet, for 1 knew what had hap| ened. No gas! Another set-hack was the fact that we had stopj ed at a lonely sjw� t on the edge of a cemetery, which was not a cheerful and happy setting. 1 knew where I was and where the nearest gas station was located, so 1 proceeded to get some gasoline. To do this, it was necessary for me to jjass through the cemetery. This did not please me a hit. i managed to reach the other side without seeing any sj)ooks,” hut 1 certainly did watch my step not to walk on any graves. I imagined 1 heard queer noises, hut I suppose it was the wind whistling around the tombstones. I obtained the gas and proceeded to go hack to the machine. And then the fun b.gan! The first had luck was when I accidentally step] ed on a flower j ot on a grave, and the noise it made when breaking scared me so that I began to tremble. I had no sooner recovered from my first fright than I heard a scream. If I had trembled before. 1 was quaking now: and then 1 heard something COLA W 24 THE QUIVER which froze my blood with terror—a deep voice saying, ‘(iet ofif my eye!” This was too much for me, so 1 dropjied the gasoline can and ran as fast as my trembling legs could go. It was then that I fell over a grave! As soon as 1 could scramble up, I made a wild dash for the machine, imagining all the time that there was a “spook” l ehind me ready to grasp me if 1 slowed up at all. 1 reached the car at last, breathless and minus the gas can and my hat. The fellows were sitting snugly in the liack seat and seemed to be in very fine spirits. Noticing my condition, they asked what had happened; but when 1 finished my wild story about ghosts, they burst into laughter. 1 was hurt at first, but when 1 found that they were responsible for the whole “ghost business. I was very angry. I made them go back for the gas and for my hat. and while they were trying to start the car. 1 was sitting peacefully in it. making “wise remarks, which did not please them a bit. but revenge is sweet! We finally started and were home in half an hour. The dance was in full swing when we arrived, but we enjoyed ourselves for the rest of the evening. Leslie Strickland. ’26. THE FACE AT THE WINDOW One cold ()ctober night, the family had gone to Providence to see I iarold Lloyd in “The Freshman. Fred had decided not to go, for. as usual, he had a great deal of studying to do. Anyway, he reasoned, “the picture will probably come to Woonsocket before long. When all had gone and everything was quiet. Fred tackled his lesson in Virgil; after an hour of hard work lie had translated the required passage. Now for the history! “Wow!” lie exclaimed, “what a tough assignment! A four-page essay on the subject. ‘If 1 Were an Egyptian Boy in the Fourteenth Dynasty’! 1 le was plunged deep in the thought of Pharaohs and Pyramids, when suddenly he sat up straight and looked around as if something had disturlied him. “The wind does make queer sounds to-night. thought Fred. Rather nervously he turned his attention hack to his work. Almost immediately an uncanny moan sounded outside the window. Glancing out, he was chilled with horror at the sight that met him. Framed in the opening was a wild, staring face. I'he eyes were glassy and expressionless; the hair was long and matted. Terrified beyond measure. Fred seized the lx ok of Egyptian customs and hurled it through the window at the ajie-like face. A series of piercing shrieks echoed through the still night air. Rushing to the window. Fred looked out into the darkness, but the apparition had disappeared. THE QUIVER 25 The next morning, after a night of fearful dreams, Fred told his parents of the incident. His father, reading the morning paper, exclaimed, “Perhaps this explains it: ‘Lunatic escapes. Overpowers two guards and scales wall. Relieved to he in vicinity of W oon.socket, his former home’. I’ll l et that's who it was! cried Fred, lie certainly looked wild enough! After that it was a queer coincidence that whenever the family went out in the evening. Fred invariably had an engagement, too. In truth, he had made up his mind not to stay at home alone. ()h. no! he wasn’t afraid, hut it really seemed wiser to go! John Rich, ’26. IN AN ANTIQUE SHOP Among the most interesting features of Caj e Cod are its antique shops. The one which I am alxmt to describe is situated on the Bowne-Falmouth Road, alxmt three miles from West Falmouth. The shop is in a weatherbeaten shanty, set back from the road, and might well lx described as an antique itself. hitside. there hangs a dilapidated wooden sign, which announces to all interested that antiques may lx l ought within. To this is added the jxmipous phrase: “Miss I avinia Phinney, Proprietress. On the unmowed front lawn, there are a few Windsor chairs, a huge Indian urn of Cajx? Cod sweet j eas, a warming pan, and a massive iron kettle, which is suspended campfire style and filled with red geraniums. We had passed this s|x t several times during the summer, hut never had taken the time to stop. However, on the day 1 mention, we were out riding with no definite destination, so one of our party suggested that we visit Miss Phinney, a suggestion that met with instant approval. We were met at the door by one whom we judged to lx Miss Lavinia herself. Indeed she was all that the name implied, for she was a typical spinster of the type one reads about in a Joseph Lincoln novel. She wore a long, black dress of the kind of silk that rustles with its every move. Her neck was veritably choked by a high, white, lace collar, and h r iron-gray hair was pulled up to a tight knot on the top of her head. About her feet, there brushed a lazy-looking gray cat. whose neck was ornamented by a bow of pink ribbon. On the whole, they were truly a strange pair. Hood afternoon.” said the proprietress, in a matter-of-fact tone. “You’ve come to see my antiques?” Upon my reply in the affirmative, she ushered us into a dingy, low-studded room, literally filled with antiques of all sorts and descriptions. 26 THE QUIVER Miss Eavinia moved noiselessly to a door at the rear of the room. “Mary Ellen,” she whispered audibly, “customers!” In the meantime, the cat eyed us from a far corner, with a lurking air of distrust. Shortly, a girl of probably sixteen, presumably Mary Ellen, entered. She immediately began to set things in order, while Miss Phinney and her cat regarded us expectantly. “How much is this vase?” 1 questioned. “Fifteen.” answered Mary Ellen. The spinster motioned nervously to her clerk. The girl approached h: r employer, who whispered something which sounded very much like, “Thev're summer folks.” When Mary Ellen returned it was to announce, rather abashedly: “’Sense me, that there vase you got is twenty-live. Miss I ovinia smiled contentedly and rustled out of the room, followed by her faithful cat. As for me, I put the vase back in its original place. It was a Dresden china affair, and one of the two ornamental figures was lacking a head. Marv Ellen continued to show us around the shop, which contained everything, from jade necklaces to brass andiron:;. Everything was genuine—at least, if the clerk’s word might be taken as the truth. She exhibited fancy 1 ottles. all of which she claimed to be Sandwich glass; elaborate chinaware. which was admirably chinked and cracked; earrings, brooches, and lavallieres. which lx re the undeniable stamp of an up-to-date Attleboro factory; and the saddest looking lot of furniture 1 ever hope to see. If scratches and splits make antiques, here was a shop of no mean value. And the prices—they were gems! Mary Ellen continually quoted ‘'fifteen. “sixty,” two hundred.” and so on. never bothering to say dollars. That was to be taken for granted. After several minutes of examining and pricing, we decided that we did not want anything in Miss Phinney's line, so we made our exit as grace-fullv as possible, appeasing the feelings of the somewhat offended Mary Ellen by remarking that she had a most unusual shop and we hoped we might visit it again sometime. Ralph Wakdi.e, ’26. PERSONALITY AND SMILES My English teacher has requested that we write a five-page theme on “Personality and----’’. At this moment, to me. five pages might as well mean five hundred ; but perhaps, as ideas present themselves, I may attain the almost impossible. After this request was made, the thought came to me of a theme that I had read in a school magazine. It was entitled THE QUIVER 27 “Noses.” and the author, possessing a keen sense of humor, had made it very effective, even to such an extent that I had felt of my own member, trying to ascertain to what “species” I belonged. Hut I digress. However, having chewed my pencil for al out ten minutes. I have finally determined u|n� n “Personality and Smiles as my subject, for. to me. smiles seem to show personality more than anything else. 1 suppose I might begin by arranging the smiles alphabetically, but I have decided to group them into classes. I consider that there are five main groups into which smiles may be classified. They are the smiles of childhood, youth, manhood and womanhood, middle age and old age. ()f course, into all of these classes comes the smiles of laughter and the smiles of tears. I shall begin at the foot of the ladder—the smile of a little child. It has lieen pronounced by many the sweetest thing in the world. It is the frank, o| en-faced smile of a new life, ignorant of hardships and rough paths. ()ne can almost see into the utmost depths of the clear, laughing eyes. Then, too, come the “April smiles as a result of a mended dolly or a bandaged finger. The older child then comes with the shy, sweet smile of the little girl and the ear-to-ear grin of the l� y. frequently disclosing blank spaces where there should be teeth. Hy the smiles of youth. 1 mean those of young ladies and gentlemen of high school and college age. There is the nervous smile of the high school “Freshie. the confident smile of the Sophomore, the knowing smile of the junior, and the superior smile of the Senior. College smiles rank in alnmt the same way. Who has not witnessed the breezy smile of the “sporty college girl, or the fixed, worldly-wise, all-knowing smile of the college “sheik as he poses in his soft, pulled-down hat, gaudy sweaters, and wide-bottomed trousers, for a picture for the “mater ? Then, too. one meets in college the brave, frank smile of the boy who is working his way through. Lastly, in this group, is the confident smile of the graduate, who is determined to make a showing in the great world. Why not wish him the best of luck ? The third group arc the smiles of men and women, such as the shy. tremulous smile of the bride and the manly smile of the bridegroom. loiter on. comes the rather absent-minded smile of the wife on her vacation. She is sure that she has left a window open. I think the happiest smile of this period is that of the proud. l oastful father and the glorious smile of the new mother. Next, comes the smiles of middle age. These are smiles of 1 oth laughter and tears. The kindly smile of the successful business man and that of his proud wife are in this group. Sad to say, along with these comes the hopeless smile of failures -hard is their lot if they cannot smile at all. The world witnesses the bravest smiles in times of war. These are the heartbreaking. would-be cheerful smiles of mothers, who see their sons depart 28 THE QUIVER for the battlefield. These smiles are the hardest to produce, yet they mean more to the son than any other. Perhaps, some day. there will no longer he a cause for smiles such as these. The last group consists of the smiles of old age, of grandfathers and grandmothers. These are often happy smiles of elderly jieople who have not lived their lives in vain and look upon the world with calm, friendly eyes. Of course, poverty in old age often brings a sad. tearful smile, but let us hope that sons or daughters will remember what they owe to such parents. However, 1 have thought of another smile which must l e placed in a group by itself. It is the absolutely disgusted smile of the English teacher who corrects theme after theme that has no climax, abounds in repetition, and whose author seems to have forgotten all rules of punctuation ever made. I have mentioned many varieties of smiles. To which class do yours l elong? Virginia Goddard, ’26. “ONLY A FORD” Arnold stood looking at the Ford with all the admiration and love any seventeen-year-old boy could possibly have. The Ford was extremely collegiate. with nearly everything missing that shouldn't Ik . A cellar window was wired to the frame where once a windshield had been. The top. of course, was missing, and now Arnold had just finished sandpaj ering the “car” in spots, which added “atmosphere” to it. This bit of antiquity stood outside a ixirtable garage that Arnold had bought second-hand with the Ford, although one could hardly say the Ford was second-hand. In fact, it was fourth-hand and badly battered at that, but this last fact made the “car all the dearer to Arnold, and all the more trying for the “folks.” When Arnold had driven home with the Ford, the family, including the collie, had immediately set up a howl. Arnold’s j arents had requested lum to sell it, or ask the garage man to take it back, for they thought it a disgrace to the DeVeer name. Arnold had liegged that he might keep it. and. since he had paid for it with his own vacation money, the family finally consented. As for the garage, he had liought it for a song—more or less. Arnold s parents had begun to tease him about the “rattle-trap” the day after he had driven it into the yard. Arnold. Jr., did not mind the teasing a bit. and kept on loving and caring for his “car” alone, lie would workout in the garage from early morning until late afternoon, taking ajiart the THE QUIVER 29 engine and lalxiriously putting it together again. Then at night, when the Ford was in | erfect order under the tin covering, Arnold would set forth and call on Doris, a fair damsel, who lived on the hill and went to boarding-school. hut was “'just crazy” alxmt Fords. She had said that she would much rather go riding with Arnold in the Ford than with Harold in his father’s town car. Of course, Arnold did not Ixdieve everything that l)ori said, hut he did l elieve this. Arnold, standing looking at his “car, thought of the dance at the club tonight, with a pleased smile, Doris had promised to attend the dance with him. He had had his flannels pressed for the occasion and had a new tie of the gayest colors possible to match his high spirits. It was going to he a wonderful night. And it was. The Ford did not break down. They arrived in time. The orchestra |M ured forth its sweetest melodies. They danced in the colon.d lights and drank the “pure-fruit-juice-punch.” All too soon. “1 lome-Sweet-I Ionic was l eing played. After the dance, the “crowd piled into Arnold’s Ford, had milk and cake at Doris’s, and departed for home. Surely the Ford had done good work ! That night Arnold was awakened by his mother. She told him excitedlv that Father was seriously ill and that the telephone was “dead. It took Arnold but a second to grasp the situation, and in another second he and the Ford were on the way to the doctor’s. In a verv few minutes. Arnold and his comjianion wrere at Father’s bedside. Twice the Ford had done good work !! Father got well, and never poked fun at Arnold’s “car again, am more than did the rest of the family. Fred Hendricks. ’26. WHY ARTHUR BECAME A BACHELOR T was a bright, windy autumn afternoon, and ] eople hurried briskly here and there alxrnt their work. There was a touch of winter in the sharp wind that nipped one’s hands and face, and the ojkmi fireplace of the Bachelor’s C lub was indeed very comforting to the members. Many of the men who lounged around the fire were prominent business men. although all were in a financial position that allowed them freedom from their work very often. The election of officers had taken place on the evening previous, and Arthur Jones, one of the voungest and most jxipular members, had been made president: but. although he professed to he an ardent bachelor, he had visited a certain K Hcm.c THE QUIVER 30 young lady’s home several times lately. This, of course, was unknown to the cluh members. As Arthur left the cluh on this particular afternoon, in his little roadster, he decided to take a ride around the city. The wind was blowing harder now. and, as he went up a side street, he saw a lady’s hat blow off and. propelled by the wind, go sailing over his machine. I le looked hack, hut seeing nothing, drove on and soon forgot the incident. The hat, however, had lodged on the front of his car between the hood and the mudguard and stayed there in full view of everyone but Arthur while he drove along. Up one street and down another he drove, enjoying the keen crisp air. As he rounded a corner near the City Hall, he waved to a group of friends, hut did not stop. They waved in return, hut were amazed at the sight of the hat on the front of his car. How could it have got there? Had he been riding with a girl, who had left it there? They looked at one another for an answer, hut no one could give one. It was hardly possible that the president of the Bachelor’s Cluh would he riding with a woman. Yet th • hat was there, because they had all seen it. W ell, they would see him about it on the following day; and until then, they let the matter drop. Unconscious of what his friends were saying, Arthur drove on a little while longer and then decided to go home. ( )n his way he passed Elsie Smith, the young lady on whom he had called several times lately, and looking around to make sure that no one saw him. he invited her to ride home with him. She jumjied into the car, and they were soon at her door. As she got out of the car, she noticed the hat on the front of the machine and told him al out it. Arthur was surprised to find the hat there and was at a loss to know what to say. The young woman was angry when he could not explain, and. thanking him coldly for the ride, she turned and quickly entered the house, stopping at the door only long enough to tell him that she wished he would not call again. Arthur, feeling disappointed and a trifle “peeved,” took the hat and rode down to the city again, looking for a hatless woman who might have lost it. He drove through the streets lie had been through that afternoon, stopping now and then to ask a woman without a hat if the one he had found belonged to her. He did not find the owner, however, and finally rode home with the hat still in his possession. hat a fix he was in! What could he do now? How could he explain to Elsie? Women were always had luck to him He wouldn’t ever bother with another in all his life—not even Elsie Smith. His father and mother laughed when he told them about it and tried to cheer him, hut it was useless. He could not forget how Elsie had acted without giving him half a chance to explain, and she was the only woman Insides his mother that he had ever cared for. THE QUIVER 31 After dinner the next day. Arthur went to his club in an effort to find some means of amusement. As he drove into the yard, several of the men who had been ground around another automobile came over to see him. They immediately mentioned the fact that they had seen the lady’s hat on his car the day l efore, and, of course, they wanted to hear his story. Arthur explained the facts very nicely, and if they had believed him, everything would have been all right. Hut they didn’t believe him. and they laughed at him when he denied having Ijeen “joy riding” with a woman. Finally, one of the men looked over Arthur’s car as if he expected to find another hat and noticed a hairpin on the floor. He made the fact known at once, and, at a special meeting a few days later, they asked Arthur to resign as head of the club. He did so, feeling very sad, and immediately withdrew from the dub. If the men exacted to see him in company with some young lady s ion. they were disappointed, for, although he had seen Elsie Smith secretly in the past, this affair made him shun women more than ever. In his room at home, Arthur thought over the incident, and it made him feel very hitter against all of the “weaker sex.” Because of a woman’s hat and a woman’s hairpin, he had lost the office of president of his club and had also lost the only young woman for whom he had ever cared The more he thought about it. the less he thought of women; and in this state of mind, he vowed never to have anything to do with women again. Now he really is a “woman hater.” and he might tell you this story, were you to ask him why he is a l achelor. C. Arthur Feei.ey. ’26. GAMA Gama was a little Belgian clog that belonged to a friend that lived on the same street as we did. His mistress died suddenly, and (jama used to come up to our house a great deal and follow my mother around all the time. In a few months the dog’s family moved away; and as the dog seemed to like my mother so well, his master said that we might as well keep him. Gama was a small dog. all black except for a brown s] ot over each eye, and a white vest. He had beautiful brown eyes that seemed to sjjeak to you and had a very intelligent look. His black coat was very sleek and shiny, looking as though he had just been brushed. As (jama had lived with French people all his life, he understood French much lietter than he did English, and we had some trouble at first trying to make him understand all that we wanted him to. On the whole, he got along very well, and we all loved him very much. Even Toby, our cat. would go to sleep curled up beside him. 32 THE QUIVER As Gama was still young when we got him. we had a chance to teach him a great many tricks. He already knew a few. lie could stand on hi.s hind legs and walk for a short distance, go to the door and get the paper from the paj er girl, and bring it to us. and do numerous other things. The most important trick we wanted him to master was to carry things home from the store, hut this was the one thing that he could not do. My mother would send him to the corner store with a basket and a note to the storeman, telling him what she wanted. Gama would usually get to the store safely enough, hut on the way Irack something would always divert his attention, and the basket would 1 e found in the middle of the sidewalk some time later, while Gama would lx? off across the fields. Although Gama was small, he was very strong. He could take hold of a child’s dress and pull her all over the yard. The summer after we got Gama, we went to camp. Gama loved the place, hut we found that he did not like the water. He would go out in the boat or canoe, hut we could not make him go in bathing. One day we had coni| any at camp, and there were some small children. Of course, they all wanted to go in bathing. Most of the children paddled around in shallow water and played in the sand, so we thought they were ] erfectly safe. Suddenly there was a great commotion out in front, and one of the little girls rushed into the house, shouting. “Alice is drowning! Hurry!” Everyone was too shocked to speak. Then we all heard a dog bark. It was Gama! W ith one leap lie had gone off the piazza and down to the beach. Some distance out we could see little Alice, who had thought she could swim and had gone in over her depth. Even with Gama's great fear of the water, he waded out. then began to swim. We watched eagerly. It seemed as though he would never get there, though he was swimming fast. At last he reached the little girl. He grabbed hold of her dress, as he used to do when playing with her down home, and slowly swam ashore. Gama was a hero for the rest of the summer, though no one could make him go near the water again. In September, when we came home, (jama seemed glad to get back to bis old playmates. Like all other dogs, he liked to play in the road and would often run after machines, though we tried to stop him. One day there was unusually heavy traffic on our street. Gama was playing in the road, when a large truck hit him and killed him instantly. He was buried a short distance from our home, and all the children and some older friends came to the funeral. The children of the neighliorhood. who had loved him so, had a rough stone put over his grave, on which they had printed, “Gama the faithful.” Sibyl Sf.ari.e, '26. THE QUIVER 33 MY DREAM SHIP When tlu last soft glows of sunset Flood the world with golden light. When twilight mists come creeping And tell of approaching night. When the breezes whisper softly And make ripples on the sea. It is then, at the Rainbow Gate, That my dream ship waits for me. The silken sails are unfurled ()f my dream ship, silver and gold ; The gems sparkle in their glory. As the waters gently roll. And now, we skim the ocean. I and my fairy crew. To the land so far away, Where all my dreams come true. Sometime I’m a fairy princess In a castle by the sea, Where maidens and their valiant knights Live lives that are brave and free. Sometimes, when fancy takes me. To southern lands I go. ()r to quaint Japan with its mysteries. ()r to lands of endless snow. l’ut when my journey is ended And the whispering winds are still. When rosy dawn is j eeping Shyly o’er the hill. T then my wondrous ship Safe to its haven, straight. Majestically comes sailing in To the land of the Rainbow Gate. Virginia Goddard. ’2C� 34 THE QUIVER PAT TO THE RESCUE One very rainy afternoon during our spring vacation. I had the misfortune to be at home alone. For an hour 1 tried vainly to interest myself in various pursuits that called for my attention. 1 picked up Ixtoks and magazines ranging from the “History of Ireland to “Galusha. The Mag nificent,” and from the “National Geographic” to “College Humor. hut nothing that 1 read interested me. While 1 was thus moping alxmt the house, pondering over the monotonous life I led. 1 was interrupted by the unexpected arrival of my youngest brother, aged ten, and some of his companions. 1 hey had come in from the drizzling rain, and as they took off their coats, they kept up a running comment on an apparently enthralling l ook which all of them seemed to have read verv recently. From the excited remarks on the hero’s bravery and villain's knavery. 1 decided that the book must have been “great. so. from the exalted jnisition of one-who-is-almost-grown-up, I condescended to inquire its name. Almost in a chorus the answer came. “Frank Merriwell’s Son. 1 am slightly acquainted with the daring deeds of Frank M., but never having heard of his son. 1 ventured to say. “How long has he had a son? This question was somewhat irrelevant and jterplexed the boys for a short time. Thev recovered, however, and answered that the son was a year old and that the story was all about him. While 1 was absorbing this hit of information, one of the youngsters said. “Why don't you tell her the story. Pat? After some urging. Pat agreed to the suggestion. “To understand the story, Connie, you have to know that Frank was married just a little while ago and now h • has a little boy. The little baby was kidnapped by some of Frank’s enemies, who left in his place another little hoy that looked just like Frank’s son. The two children looked so much alike that the kidnapping was not discovered until the next day.” Here the voting story-teller was interrupted by att eager voice from the group, “Don’t forget to tell altout the scar on the baby’s arm. Pat. Pat. it seemed, had forgotten this significant detail. The scar was an important clue leading to the ultimate capture of the kidnappers. My small brother remedied this flaw in his story and continued, getting well along with only a few murmured promptings from the other lxtys. As he l egan the story of the capture, however, the scene was so impressed on his mind that he liecame almost too excited to finish the tale coherently. He jumped up, fired an imaginary gun. and wounded several imaginary men. The boys were not fully in sympathy with Pat’s presentation. and, as he dashed around, several of the young listeners bade him be THE QUIVER 35 quiet. Cries of Aren't you going to tell about Arnold’s death? (Arnold was the leader of the gang) and of “Finish the story, Pat, were fired at him, forcing him to return to his facts. 1 le finally brought to a conclusion his stirring narrative, leaving everyone concerned happy and contented with the outcome. As young Patrick finished the tale, his enthralled listeners, although thev had read the story for themselves, breathed a sigh. They remained seated quietly for a moment, then the s| ell was broken. Someone had suggested going out again. They quickly donned their coats and, amid much noise and confusion, rushed out, leaving me to myself, but yet not entirely alone, for 1 had caught their enthusiasm, and it gave me a different outlook on my environment. Cornelia Doonan, '26. JOE |oe is just an ordinary, tame crow, that belongs to a family by the name of Smith. He was hatched in the top of a tall tree and was taken from the lies: when he was a tiny baby bird. He was carried to his new home in the straw hat of one of the Smith girls. It was rather easy to do this because lie was so young that his wings were not developed, but he gave her many sharp i ecks on the way. For the first two weeks, he was given frogs to eat. but it was a task to keep him supplied, so lie was fed on bread, crackers and cooked meat. foe was kept in a box until he was able to walk. It was no time at all before he could fly, and then he had to be watched carefully. One day one of the boys wondered if it were not jKissible for him to talk. so. without asking for the advice of anyone and without knowing how. he tried to split Joe’s tongue with a jackknife, but did not succeed. Then Mr. Smith also wondered if Joe could not talk, so he drilled the word ‘ hello to him for a long time. In two or three days he was saying it so that you could tell what it was I ater. he got so that he could say it well. He then began picking up other words. ()ne day when he was missing, one of the lx ys was sent to find him. and discovered him at a neighlxir’s house, talking to a parrot there. Sometimes he is rather mischievous and takes buttons and other little things that are useful. Once he went down to a little country school house and took nencils and erasers and went out with them and sat upon the roof and called. “Hello.” 36 THE QUIVER When one tells him to say his prayers and touches the top of his head, he will put his head down and keep it there until he is told to put it up again. His wings have to Ik cut l ecause he flies away sometimes. ()nce a family caught him when he flew away, and refused to give him up until a reward was paid, which the Smiths gladly did localise they value that crow-very highly. Joe was five years old this May. and he. is as young and spry as he was when they got him. His picture can l e seen in the V. M. C. A., or at least it was there last year. Martha Mowry, '26. THE WIND Over the fields. Over the hill. Dancing and leaping. Never quite still. Shaking the tree tops. Making them sway Backwards and forward. Ever at play. Here for a moment Soft in our hair. Again on its frolic Mid flowers so fair. Isabel Shoi.ovitz. ’29. THE QUIVER ? 7 THE STORY OF THE EVERGREEN Thousands of centuries ago. in the Golden Age. when gods mingled with men. when eternal summer liedecked the earth with fragrant flowers and budding trees, when tinkling, hahhling brooks flowed merrily over the | earl white | ebhles, when lovely birds winged through the scented air and almost burst their tiny throats with exquisite melody, and all the world was full of glorious sound and color, there lived a wondrous maiden. Proserpina. She was as lovely as the dawn, a vision of gleaming, sunkist, golden hair, of sea-blue eyes, and lips as full and red as precious rubies. She was the goddess of vegetation and lovingly cared for the tiny sprouting things that sprang from the brown, sweet earth. Hut |x or Proserpina was seized, one dav. by Pluto, the ruler of gloom-filled Hades, who wished this exquisite maiden to be his wife and queen. He tore her away from friends and Mother and locked her fast behind the imjjenetrahle walls of Tartarus. When night came and Proserpina did not return. Ceres, her mother, set out to search for the missing girl. Months went by while Ceres searched. She neglected her gardens and fields. The flowers wilted, the bushes lost their leaves and were burned in the hot sun. the bees stopj ed their work, the birds’ melodies were hushed. ()ue hot, wretched day. Ceres, walking along a dusty road, began to feel faint. The sultry air stifled her; the dust on the road arose and blinded her. Presently she came iq)on a huge grove of trees, liearing luscious fruits. Not far away were aspens with dainty. heart-shajx d leaves, slender, graceful birches, beautiful elms and maples, and gigantic oaks. Far olT. in one corner of the grove, stood a group of trees in dark green, hemlocks, spruces, pines, and cedars. Ceres gave a sigh of relief and lay down underneath an apple tree. Suddenly she heard a voice. “Goddess of the Earth, it said, “thou art not welcome here, underneath my once beautiful branches. Thou, in thy haste to find thy daughter. 38 THE QUIVER hast neglected me. Look! My leaves are withered, dry; they flutter helplessly about me. I thirst for drink, yet thou hearest me not. Ceres sprang from the ground. “Ha!” she cried, “thou tellest me 1 am not welcome here. After all these weary years I have tended thee! 1 have harkened to thy wants—and now when I am in need of rest and help, thou turnest me away. With angry strides she approached another fruit tree. To her surprise and anger, she heard another voice say, “Tnou art not welcome here. Go! From tree to tree she wandered, but each met her approach with the same words. She went the round of all except the group of pines and hemlocks. Cautiously she approached one of these. She heard not a voice. So lying down underneath the spruce branches, she rested. A cool breeze fanned her hot forehead and played about her. The wind sighed and sang a mournful lullaby in the pines. Ceres, in a mood of thankfulness and gratitude, arose quietly and lifting her strong arms toward the heavens cried, () mighty Jupiter, thou that art king of men and gods, thou that art supreme ruler of this wondrous earth, grant me a l� on. Give to these stately pines, these quiet-loving hemlocks and spruces, these cedars. () Jupiter, give to them eternal life!” Immediately a flash of piercing, blinding lightning envclojied the dark grove. A | eal of thunder drowned out all earthly sounds. Thunder rumbled and grumbled. Lightning flashed. Gradually the noise receded, and all was calm again. Ceres turned swiftly about and gazed with awe at the result of Jupiter's thunderlxilts. In the distance the apple trees stood. They were no longer visions of loveliness. There were heaps of withered leaves all about the now gnarled, bent trunks. 1 lie tree was bare, grav. gaunt. The beautiful aspens were stripped. The pure white birches were scarred here and there; huge black spots disfigured the white, slender trunks. Hut the pines and hemlocks, spruces, cedars—they were transfigured into trees of solemn beauty. Their dark green needles waved in the wind. Their sturdy trunks were covered with lovely green moss. The trees towered high aliove their former companions, who now were broken, pitiful. Jupiter had created evergreens. And when Proserpina goes away for her six months’ sojourn in Hades, when flowers die and birds fly away, when the fruit trees lose their summer clothes and stand naked in the cutting wind, the stately pines and haughty hemlocks, towering high alxive their fellow trees, brighten the bleak winter world with their dark, rich beauty, and are ever preen. Natalie Croman, ’_ THE QUIVER 39 FALL To me fall comes with a challenge When the leaves fall riotously down. I rush out in the wind And walk and walk. The leaves run races, I aunting me for being so slow, solemn, and colorless. ( )h, that 1 were a maple leaf in gypsy hues. That 1 might Hit and dance High in the sky, Touch those soft and downy clouds, Sail down a stream and float Mosaically on and on ith never a care or sorrow! Fred Hendrick, '26. THE ORIGIN OF FRECKLES Once upon a time there lived, in ancient Greece, a young maiden, named Frecklia, who loved a youth, called Alton. Frecklia was very fair, with a wealth of bright auburn hair. People from far and near praised her beauty. When these praises reached the ears of Venus, the goddess of lieauty. she was very angry and jealous. letter when she heard someone say. “Frecklia is fairer than Venus herself. she vowed to put an end to these remarks in some way or other. Now Venus loved Alton, and. of course, when she found out about his love for Frecklia. she hated the maiden all the more. At length, she thought of a plan by which she could change the appearance of the beauty. ()ne night the goddess stole into Frecklia’s bedroom and beheld her sleeping soundly. 'I hen Venus poured some ointment of her own making over Frecklia’s face and returned to Mount Olympus. The next morning, Frecklia was greatly astonished, for small brown sjx ts nearly covered her once fair lace. How she hated to go lie fore the people and have them laugh at her! She feared that Alton would no longer love her. Hut she had been such a lovely maiden, with su.h a sweet disposition, that her friends could not but admire her. Alton's love for her was not changed liecause of her appearance, and entis got no satisfaction from her wicked plan. 40 THE QUIVER Since that time, a few people have had these brown sj)ots, which have come to be called freckles because Frecklia was the first to have them Alfreda Hodder, ’29. MY GRANDMOTHER’S HOME My grandmother's home was on the east side of the Alps Mountains in a low valley, about seven miles from Hern, the capital of Switzerland, not very far from the border. It was surrounded by very high hills on every side except the right, on which was a little mountain stream. The building was very old-fashioned; in fact, it had come down to lur from her grandfather. The lower part of the cottage was made of clay, which extended nearly to the little attic window. The upper part was of wood. The roof was of oak logs, which were all the same size. That made the little home look very ancient. The small front yard was surrounded by a wall about six feet high. As one looked out of the back window, he saw a beautiful landscape and a magnificent pine forest. On the left side was the old church. Over the third window of the church was an antique clock, which struck every fifteen minutes. On the opposite side of the house was a brook, which was about sixteen feet wide. At one end of the brook there was a small bridge; at the other, there were placed stones upon which children ran and played. I am not sure whether the little house is still standing or not: but I am certain that if you should go there today you would find the brook still winding in and out and the merry children playing on the stones. Rom eo T re pa x ier, '2‘). THE WONDERS OF THE HIPPODROME I was only five or six years old when 1 went to the Hippodrome with my sister. It was early in the afternoon when the ] erformance began. It lasted till about half past four. I was most interested in an unusual baseball game. Seven elephants came on the stage with basel)all caps on their huge heads and with bats in their trunks. The elephants, without any commands from the clown, who was the only person on the stage, took their places. There were no fielders, as there was not enough room. The clown threw a ball to the pitcher. He caught it in his trunk and threw it at the batter standing with a baseball bat held in his trunk. He swung at it. but missed. ‘ Strike one.” called the THE QUIVER 41 umpire. Then tin catcher and the pitcher walked up and put their trunks to each other’s ears, nodded their heads, and shambled lack to their |x si-tions. The next ball thrown hit the latter in the head and he immediately ran to the first base. “Safe,” cried the umpire. Another elephant shuffled up to bat. He hit the first ball pitched. The elephant already at first ran around the bases to home W hen he got near the home plate, he sat down on his haunches and slid. The second elephant got to third, where the base-man would not let him pass. The clown umpire ran up and l egan to scold the baseman. The other elephants all came over, and one picked the umpire up with his trunk and set him down behind the pitcher’s box. The other elephants all went back to their places and the game l egan again. It was most laughable and interesting. ( mvk Makkkk. ’2b. A BOY ON A FARM Bovs in general would be very good farmers if farming were not so different from their other work. Many people say that l)oys are lazy, but sav what you will, it is my impression that a farm without a Ixn would be very dull. He is a man of all work, always in demand, always exacted to do the thousand things that nobody else will do. Upon him fall all the odds and ends, the most difficult things. It is understood that he is to do all the errands, go to the store and the jx st-office, and carry all sorts of messages. He is the one who spreads the grass when the men have cut it; he mows it away in the barn; he rides the horse up and down the hot, weary rows to cultivate the corn; he picks up the potatoes when they are dug; he drives the cows night and morning: he brings the wood and water and splits the kindling; he hitches the horse; whether he is in the house or not. there is always some thing for the lx y to do. Just l efore school in winter, he shovels paths. He knows where there are quantities of wintergreen. but instead of going for it. he is to stay indoors and jare apples or do some other uninteresting things. And yet. with his mind full of schemes of what he would like to do and his hands full of occupations, he is nothing but an idle boy. who has nothing to do but his schoolwork and the daily light tasks of a farm. Lillian Thkroux. ’2b. 42 THE QUIVER GREETINGS—FROM MORNING In the morning, when I open the door That leads out to my garden. There comes to me an odor Sweet and fresh and dew-laden. There comes the sound of a hundred birds Singing melodiously in the fragrant air. There comes with a rush and joyful hark Rex. the collie, with this white vest Shining in the morning sun. W ith a springing leap, he places his paws on me, “Down.” I tell him. and he runs off. Sniffing the ground many feet ahead of me. The grass is green and soft as moss; And as I cross the lawn and step into the garden. 1 notice how well the iris looks. For already blue spiral buds have formed At the tops of the long, slender stems that bend and sway Like a florist’s rose bud, warm and snug under glass. Along my flagged path 1 walk. Stopping to look full in the face of some pansy. (lay as a butterfly, gleaming in the sun. 1 touch a cloud of bluets growing against a rock. 1 stop to smell a clump of narcissus. Penetrating the air with its heavy odor, Xow I see my violets, blue, white and yellow. Nestling by a brown stone not long out of the earth. This is morning’s friendly greeting to me. Sending her perfume, her beauty, her birds To me, one small leaf among the millions in the forest; And yet. I hear her call, her greeting to me. Because 1 look for her every morning. Fred I Iendrick. '26. THE QUIVER 43 INCIDENTS WITH THE POLICE FORCE While learning how to drive an automobile, 1 had such varied experiences that 1 wonder I did not despair. There is hardly a town in Massachusetts through which I drive that is not a reminder of a former incident with the police. ()ne day this summer, Mr. l’riggs, an instructor, came to F . where I was spending my vacation, to teach me how to drive. I got along well until 1 came to a town called M---, which was only three miles from F- . Since some workmen were painting the white line that divides the road around a curve and had their paraphernalia strewn all over the road that turned to the right. I drove straight ahead without noticing the sign, •( 'ne-Wav Street. Take Right.” The town constable ordered us to stop, and stop we did. directly in front of the jxdice station! He asked me for my license, which, of course, 1 did not have. To my horror. I discovered that Mr. Briggs had forgotten his! As if that were not trouble enough, along came the chief-of qxdice and the state inspector. After being cross-questioned by them for fully five minutes, we were compelled to go into the detention room to wait, under arrest, until my father could send out a man with a license to drive the car hack. I was never more humiliated or frightened in my life. 1 sat on the edge of my chair and fidgeted until the springs groaned. It was late—past two o'clock—and even being under arrest, a culprit of the law. could not take away my appetite. Yet. strange to say. when 1 was asked if 1 cared for anything to eat, 1 heard myself answer, in a voice very soft and far away. “X« . thank you. I'm not hungry!” I shall never forget the room of my first ignominy. It was large and square and terribly inhospitable. In the middle stood an old, oaken table covered with police reports and magazines. At its side was the swivel-chair on which I sat. and near that, in a corner, stood an important-looking desk, which had not been opened for ages—at least, so the dust collected on it seemed to imply. A worn black leather sofa in a hay-window completed the furniture of the room. All the walls were covered with charts, showing the pictures of escajxd convicts and other culprits of the law; below each picture was a description of the man and. in large red letters, the reward offered for his capture. All in all. the detention r x m was scarcely a place to alleviate my dis'omfiture. The appearance of the town constable was not very encouraging. His eyes were steel blue and very deep-set, his nose was sharp and thin, his checks were one mass of wrinkles, and his chin was covered with a thin, grizzly, gray beard. He wore a dark blue suit, not over-clean, and heavy hoots, whose color was past recognition. He smoked a corn-cob pipe and 44 THE QUIVER swung placidly hack and forth in his chair, deigning to speak to us occasionally. When someone finally came to release us. no one ever gave a mort heartfelt sigh of relief than 1 did. 1 believe we had to pay twenty-five dollars and costs for that lesson. The following Sunday night, my cousin and I were driving through Wrentham on our return from a party. As it was very late and there was no traffic on the road, we covered the miles rapidly, when suddenly we heard a shrill whistle. “Pinched again!” 1 cried. Three officers, all carrying loaded guns, surrounded the car. ()n- of them asked me for my license, and when it was in his hands, perused it carefully. Then they all searched the car thoroughly- for “booze,” of all things! They even opened a 1h containing my evening clothes, to make sure no l ottles were hidden there. Finally, one of the policemen said. “I guess we’ve got the wrong party. e raided a pla e down the road, and a couple got away with a stolen car. Better drive along now. Sorry we frightened you so.” As a result of these and other similar incidents, 1 have made the following resolutions: 1 shall not drive into one-way streets. I shall not be in a hurry. 1 shall park only on the right side of the street. 1 shall take note of all signs. Sarah Bakf.k, '26. THE SHOAL LIGHT Alight! 'Pis gone! ’Pis red ! Pis white ! A warning in the dark, black night. And little do we realize. W hen seas rage high and the north wind cries. Pile sailor lives the old light saves And snatches from their waterv graves. If moon and stars are shining bright. From far we see the faithful light; And away across the sea. it seems. 'Phe Shoal Light casts its varied beams. To guide the sailors on their way With safety to another day. Mary C. Mowry. ’26. THE QUIVER 4? A CHARADE (Given before English 1 A in celebration of R. I. I ndejiendcnce Day) Cast of Characters Mrs. Johnson Hetty Clare Johnson Clare Angy Isabel I | Hetty Clark I f Clare Feely Angelina Spagnolo Isal el Sholovitz Foreword 'Fhis charade consists of two words, the first containing four syllables, the second, one syllable. J. First syllable. (Enter Mrs. Johnson and Clare Johnson from opposite doors) Mrs. J. (shouting)—Cla-r-r-e! Clare J. (meekly)—Yes. Ma? Mrs. J. ( sternly)—Come right in! Clare J. -Come in? Where? Mrs. J.—Why, into the house. Clare J. (pettishly)—I don't want to come in. Mrs. J. (firmly)—Clare Johnson, 1 said to come in. Clare J. (exasperated)—All right. I’ll l e in! (Exeunt) 11. Second syllable. (Isabel and Angy. books under arms, enter. They sit and study hard, writing and erasing on bits of paper.) Angy (throwing book down angrily)—Oh. ding it! I can’t do this alliteration. Isal el (looking up)—Well, neither can 1. What letter are you using? Angy—I’m using d. Isabel—D? W’hy. that’s just wdiat I’m trying to get! Let me hear yours. Angy—Oh, it isn’t much. Daredevil Dick danced down the dandelion-dotted hill. Isabel—That’s good! Hear mine. Dan danced all day with a dumb dame. Hoth (advancing towards each other and clasping hands)—I lo! Aren’t we brilliant! 46 THE QUIVER (Exeunt) III. Third syllable. ( Betty enters and searches all around for a lost article. Enter Angy.) Angy—Hello there. Betty. Betty—Hello yourself. Angy—Why so cross? What are you looking for? Lost something? Betty (wearily)—Yes. I’ve lost my j)en. Angy—Which pen ? Betty—My penny ( en. Angy—Your penny pen ? What on earth is a penny j en. may I ask ? Betty—Dumb! A pert one buys for a penny, naturally. Angy—Oh. I see. Want me to help find it? Betty—No. thanks. Never mind, I’ll buy another one tomorrow. Onlv costs a penny, anyway. (Exeunt) IV. Fourth and last syllable of first word. (Enter Isabel with l ook. Sits and studies. Soon after. Clare enters.) Isabel—Say. Clare, what do you think about this? One geography says that the forests in Canada are dense, anti another says that the forests in South America are dense. Which is right, do you suppose ? Clare—Silly! Don’t you think that two forests can he dense at the same lime? Listen, do you know what think is the matter? I sabel—No. what ? Clare—Well. I think your head is dense! (Exeunt) V. First and only syllable of second word. ( Betty. Clare and Isabel, arm in arm. arc strolling back and forth. Suddenly Angy runs in. and after greeting the trio, runs to each and whispers something to her ear.) I sal)el—T oday ? Betty and Clare (together)—It can’t be today. Oh. when is it? Angy (happily)—Tomorrow’! Natalie Cromax. '20. THE QUIVER 47 WHY I LIKE SCOUTING Scouting, to me. is a necessary factor in the life of every normal, fun-loving girl. Some people believe that Scouting is just the learning of tests, the going on hikes, and the cooking in the open; hut really there is another more imjxirtant object in the training of girls at the age of twelve or older. The girls are taught loyalty, not only to their parents and to their homes, hut also to everyone with whom they come in contact in their daily duties. This is hard to live up to. and many girl Scouts, even now. do not seem to realize the seriousness of the task set before them. Scouting demands high ideals in life. A Scout is taught to he clean, not only in thought, hut in word and deed. That law is a big order to live up to. and many girls, especially those who have no home training, find it very hard to practice those things where the home conditions are not as they should he. In the meeting of the troops, the offiers are very strict when the slightest sign of unclean words or actions is seen or heard. My weekly meeting influences me greatly in my daily life an.d inspires me to do letter things for everyone. The first thing in our meeting is our opening ceremony, which is made interesting by being different in formation every week. Then comes the discussion of one of the laws. and. in correcting some of the interpretations given by the girls. 1 gain knowledge myself. After this we have the instruction period, a time when the girls practice parts of their tests. The games are great fun. especially when the officers themselves can join. Then, forming a large circle, the Scouts sing their songs, and. at the end. taps are played. In the meeting. 1 have a chance to become acquainted with many types of girls. I distinctly remember one girl in my troop, who. one day. when my captain asked her to be the flag hearer. ]x sitively refused because she was afraid to stand l efore the troop. My captain finally persuad.d her. however, and ever since, the girl has shown a marked improvement in manner and character. Perhaps the girl who is inclined to be overbearing is one of the tvpes that one deals with every day. 1 have two or three girls in my troop whom, every week. I have to remind. “Remember what I have told you about trying to tell others what you yourselves don't practice. Maylx I am imagining things, but they seem to have improved greatly in the last 48 THE QUIVER few weeks and they think l efore they speak. After the first few weeks of the troop meeting, the officers begin to discover those girls who seem to have initiative and who have become popular with everyone in the troop because of it. Those girls are most interesting to work with, l ecause not only can they help the other girls, hut they have also well constructed ideas of how the troop can he improved. 1 think that if every girl had something to do with Scouting, she would love it as 1 do. I firmly l elieve that Scouting creates happiness and that Scouts learn to live a happier and more wholesome life than others. Perhaps their character does not seem different at first, hut in later years. I am sure that people will find a marked difference between the girls who have been Scouts sometime in their life and those who have missed the golden opportunity. Louise Arnold. ’26. CAMP Sitting around the camp-fire As the flames die out. and the glow ( f the red-hot burning emliers Brings thoughts of long ago. You feel that your comrades are nearer. And the forest becomes a home. And the place and your buddy are dearer. And you seem to have come to your own. Through the feathery pine trees alxive you I'he stars shine near and bright. And the silvery disc of the summer moon Etches its patterns of light. The noises that make up the silence Come softly through the woods. And you listen to hear them changing As the soft wind varies its moods. As the camp-fire dies lower and lower. And the gentle wind sighs over-head. You sleep, with your boots for a pillow And soft Mother Earth for a bed. David Bruce, ’27. THE QUIVER 49 THE SCOUT The scout is brave and true. A friend of l east and man; Is always cheery, never blue. And helps where’er he can. He loves the hills and rills, He bridges makes and breaks. He never needs the hitter pills. Hut hies him to the lakes. His motto—“He prepared”— Is training him today. His pleasant times are always shared With those along the way. Oliver Darker. ’29. HIKING SONGS 1 I’m as happy as can be. Wandering here and there, so free. Just ahiking. Birds are singing, oh so sweet! Sunl eams dancing o’er the wheat! Life, I'm thinking, can’t l e l eat. When I’m hiking. Evelyn Drouin, ’26. 11 ()h. for a hike on a hrisky, windy day in autumn. When the leaves are falling from the trees And the birds are southward flying to a warmer home. ()h, for a walk through God’s picturesque country. Where the ash and the maple and the birch all mingle together. Rose McFadden. '26. 50 THE QUIVER During this year. Scout Executive Arthur Gemme has formed a Boy Scout Troop from the Freshman class. Forty boys have joined and have derived much pleasure, as well as many benefits, from lx)th the indoor and outdoor work. The group was divided into four smaller divisions for competition in hasel all, soccer, track and relay. They meet on Mondays and Thursdays, fourth j eriods. SENIOR NOTES A TOAST Happy days, golden days, Gone liefore we think. Our student days in the old high school Are the days to which we drink. Sibyl Searlk. '26. Edward E. Aldrich Camillus Angel Helen E. Archambeault Oniise F. Arnold Peter Bak Sarah Baker Lillian B. Beaudet Margaret E. Bergeron Eleanor C. Breault Dorothy Brenner Allan Brown - Prescott W. Brown Margaret M. Busher JL Allan S. Carlson Samuel Castleman Edward Chapdelaine Ernest N. Cloutier James J. Coffey Mary R. Connell Chester S. Cook Grace V. Cook W. Karl Cornell JhlaJL Ed’s Everlasting Audacious. Calm Always. Happy. Elated. Adorable. Owes French and Algebra. Plays Banjo. Stee] ed in Books. Loathes Bad Bookkeeping. Modest, Easily Blushes. Enjoys Catching Ball. Dotes on Books. Always Bright. Played Winning Ball. Makes Maps Beautifully. Always Secured Cash. Solicited Customers. Early Comer. Enjoys New Comrades. I ust a J ovial Chap. Makes a Remington “Click.” Careful. Sure, Cautious. Grace’s Vivacity’s Contagious Work almost Killed Cornell. THE QUIVER 51 Isabelle C. Crowley Catherine A. Curran Alice C. Curliss I 'rank Damian. Florence Delaharre , y Jessica Descy Annette Dion Eleanor A. Donahue Cornelius F. Donahue Cornelia M. Doonan Evelyn Drouin Frances P. Dunn Edward Durham Cjordon E. Eggleston M. Louise Ewen C. Arthur Feeley Dorothy K. Kegan Xino Ferrari Esther E. Flynn John X. Fontaine Doris L. French (). 1 larvey Golieille Virginia Goddard Esther V. Golden Alice C. Hackett ($Uu, Louise Y. 11 arris Florence A. Hawkins Fred H. Hendrick Is Cheerful and Courageous. Chatters in All Classes. Adores Cream and Candy. Frank hut Daring. Funny and Droll. Jokes Decorously. Always Dear. Enjoys All “Digging. Can Furnish Dollars ( ?). Charlestons Much Daily. Ever Dutiful. Fair, Peppery Damsel. Enjoys Dancing. Gets Exercise Easily. Makes Lester Elated. Captains All Finance. Dot’s Keen on French. Xo Fooling! Enjoys Everlasting Fun. Jokes Xow in French. Does Love her Friends. Oh. How Good-Looking! Very Gracious. Essential for Your Good. Almost Cut her Hair ()tT. I atin W on her Honor. Faithful and Always Helpful. Fred Hated Honors. Pauline B. Henry Pored over Books Happily ( ?) Andrew C. Ingraham JUAlways Carefully Helpful. Roger Kellogg Radio King. Alice Kibrik Always Keen. Dolores 1. Letendre Philip Macktaz Lillia G. Manning Francis V. Marrah Louis Mayer son Rose G. McFadden Mary P. McGovern Marjorie Mills Florence X. Morin Martha A. Mowry „ Mary C. Mowry Drives in Luxury. Pleasant and Manly. Loves “Gym and Music. Famous. Victorious Manager. Likes Mathematics. Ran a Good Mile. Marvelous Pastry Makes. Makes Money. Failed Xever in Memory. Makes All Merry. Makes Cheerful Memories. 52 THE QUIVER Walter A. Mowry Doris M. Nelson Amy C. Olsen Kenneth W. Osborne Florence A. Patterson George R. Pratt Catherine B. Quinn Adeline G. Randall John F. Rich Albert M. Robinson _ Margaret E. Rowen . Marion L. Rubin Herbert A. Saunders Sybil A. Searle Virginia A. Sherman Vera Smallwood JLoL Edward Smith JL Ulysses A. Smith Irene M. Staples Irene C. Stasz Grace E. Stevens Cecilia R. St. Jean Bruce J. Stokes Leslie R. Strickland (4 Irene Tateosian Stella A. Teachman Vivian H. Tebo jUPrf Marion L. Tolman Cecilia E. Victory Rose Verman Cecilia V. Von Flatern Emily M. Wales Cecilia P. Walsh Mary H. Ward Ralph M. Wardle Mary Welles Helen M. Wheeler Works Along Manfully. Dislikes Much Notoriety. Always Cares for Others. Keeps Working Onward. Feels Always Prepared. Gets Real Pleasure. Curls “Bobbed’' Quickly. A Geometry-shark, Really. Just Faithful and Ready. A Mighty Runner. Meets Everything Readily. Made List in Ranking. Hates a “Scene.” Sweet And Smiling. Virginia’s A Scout! Vivacious and Saucy. Enjoys Singing. Usually Almost a-Sleep. Is Mighty Sweet. In the Cafeteria a Success. Graceful. Entertaining. Sincere Candidly Reticent and Shy. Bashful. Just. Studious. A Leader and Rollicking Star. Interesting but Tantalizing. Sunny Always and Tactful. Very Happy when Talking. Marion’s a Little Timid. Can’t Ever be Vanquished. Rich in Virtue. Called Vaguely a Vamp. P'asily Masters Work. Charmingly Pert and Willful. Merry. Happy. Winsome. Readily Makes Wit. Modest and Winning. Helps in Many Ways. THE QUIVER 53 IN MEMORIAM DOROTHY M. DRABBLE ()n August 20. 1925. Dorothy M. Drabble, one of the lieloved mem-l ers of the Class of 1926. was taken away from us forever. Her wonderful personality, combined with her fine sense of fairness and honor, made for her a host of friends wherever she went, and her death was a shock to all, especially to those who were fortunate enough to be her closest “chums.” “Dot.” as she was known to all her friends, won the resj ect of everyone whom she met. for along with the serious side of her nature went a real love of life and fun. Although she can be with us no more in l)ody, in spirit she is still among us, watching to see how well we try to carry on all the work in which she. too, was interested. The influence of her busy and helpful life will 1 e felt in Church, in Scouting, and among her friends as long as they live. Louise F. Arnold, '26. CHARLES BREGMAN Charles Bregman. of the Class of 1926. was lx rn in Woonsocket and attended our public schools. In 1922, lie moved with his parents to Hartford. where he entered the Hartford High School; but, returning to Woonsocket in 1925. he enrolled last Septeml er in the Woonsocket High School as a meml er of our Senior class. He was with us but a short time, but strove incessantly, with diligence and faithfulness, to bring honor to his class by his high ranks. He never neglected his duties, and it was with profound regret that at times he was forced to be absent because of his ill health. We sliall always remember his friendship, and we sincerely mourn his death. Philip Mactaz. ‘26. 54 THE QUIVER CLASS OFFICERS, 1925-1926 Senior Class I 'resident- — Fred 11 endrick Vice-President—Virginia Sherman Sec re t a ry— Mary Welle s Treasurer—Andrew Ingraham Executive Board Grace Cook I 'rank I Jarman Louise Arnold Robert Greene Bruce Stokes Emilv Wales President—Richard ( VConnor Vice-President—Dorothy I .aroe Secretary- David Bruce Treasurer -Charlotte Mills Junior Class Executive Board Betty Carrington Edward Doyle Eugene Hamlett Florence Gleason Jenness Underhill Betty Wicks Sophomore Class I ’resident—Edward Welles Vice-President—I farry Strickland Secretary—Stella 1 ’othier Treasurer—(ieorge Cody Executive Board Ida Allen Mae Garrepv Marjorie Martell I loward ( XTers I j uise 11 odd; r THE QUIVER 55 The building of the annex, containing twelve rooms, necessitated the services of nine new teachers: Miss U uise Mahoney, Miss Mary McGaw-ley. Miss Catherine Connor, Miss Miriam Adams, Miss Lillian Maher, Miss Olive McMichael. Mrs. Anna McCooey, Mr. Raymond Betagh and Mr. Ulric de Bellefeuille. Miss Mildred Thompson has taken the place of Miss Dorothy Cogge-shall as teacher of Domestic Science and manager of the cafeteria. As Mr. Carroll, our former superintendent, resigned during the summer to accept the principalship of Durfee Nigh in Fall River. Mr. Rockett was promoted to the position of suj)erintendent, and Mr. Charles A. Don-Ion. former principal of Karle Street School, lieeame principal of Y. 11. S. Because of the large number of students in the Freshman class, a relay system was used at Y. H. S. until the addition was ready for occupancy in January. When the school went hack to a one-session day, the cafeteria was opened in the basement. This is a large, bright room where hot luncheons have been served every noon at reasonable prices. The following up| er class girls have helped during the first lunch period: Anna Bliss. Catherine Coleman, Isabelle Crowley. Catherine Curran. Alice Cur-liss, Louise Hodder, Margaret McGill, Martha Mowry, Dorothy Raul, and Irene Stasz. The following Freshman girls assisted during the second | eriod: Mary Almon, Cecilia Bliss, Louise Carr. Allura Frame. Alfreda Hodder, Alice Lovell, F'lizabeth McCann. Vivian McCooey, Fleanor Mowry. and Pauline Nelson. The two engravings which have been placed in Room 2 were the gifts of Mrs. Battye Smith. The larger. ‘‘The Marriage of Pocahontas.” is explained by the smaller, which hangs below it. The Parent-Teachers’ Association, whose president is Mrs. Joseph Brown, has given, for the teachers' rest room, two blankets, two pillows, and their covers, which have l een stencilled by the art department. Mrs. Brown also gave a first-aid kit. The association also presented a bust of Harriet Beecher Stowe for the library. Grace Cook. Evelyn Drouin. and Dorothy Brenner have acted as pianists during upj er class assemblies, while Edith Farrar has played for the Freshmen. Late in October, the Senior drawing pupils spent an evening at the Harris Library studying the exhibition of poster work by modern commercial artists. 56 THE QUIVER The second annual Hallowe'en party was conducted by the girls of V. H. S. under the direction of Miss Cole. Many interesting and exciting games were played. After refreshments were served, a witch, in the jjerson of Mary Rynn, '27. dealt out fortunes. In early November, a group of Seniors went with Miss Pond to Providence to see the exhibition of pictures in the Art Gallery of the Rhode Island School of Design and the collection of colonial furniture in the Pendleton House connected with this school. They also visited the State 1 louse. In December, the English classes 3 A and 3 B presented scenes from “Macbeth” in the hall. A committee from the classes furnished simple costumes. The Senior dance, which took place at Christmas time, was enjoyed bv all who were present. Decorations in keeping with the season beautified the hall. The Braemore orchestra furnished music for dancing. Refreshments were served at intermission. Mrs. Katherine Quinn catering. The jmtronesses included Mrs. Charles Donlon, Mrs. Arthur Ingraham. Mrs. Louis Darman, Mrs. James Sherman, Miss Florence Mowry. Miss Annie Merrill. Miss Muriel McFee. and Miss Elizabeth O’Donnell. Because the Assembly Hall is not large enough to accommodate the entire school, double programs have been held. The upper class Christmas program included recitations by Louise Harris, Antha Card, Evelyn Karnes. Catherine Coleman, Harriet Rabino-vitz, and Camillus Angel; musical selections by Louis and Willard Gener-eux, Antha Card and Adeline Burgess. Girls’ and boys’ choruses were also appreciated. Catherine Quinn, Margaret McGill. Louise Harris. Anna Harris. Gertrude Belheumer. and Antha Card comprised the girls’ chorus. The boys’ chorus included Richard O’Connor, Eugene Hamlett. Howard ()ffers, Abram Damarjian, George Pratt, and Francis Martineau. The Freshman program included a play, a jrantomime and recitations. The play. “The Bird’s Christmas Carol. was given by Natalie Croman. Alfred King. Stephen Hoyle. Allura Frame. Betty Clarke. 0 is Allen. William Burlingame. Oscar Sirkis, Inez Delabarre. and Anna Shunney. The pantomime. “The Happy Prince. included Frederick Calcutt. Louise Allen, Lucille Greenan and Simone Boinem. Recitations were given by Mary Lucile Getchell, Eva Rosenblatt. Lucilfe Greenan, Winifred Fuller, and Henry Jacques. THE QUIVER 57 The “Goose Hangs High” was chosen as the annual play of the Woonsocket Teachers’ Association and Woonsocket High School. All business affairs were under the management of the S. ). S. Club. The cast was as follows: Hugh lngals Bernard lngals Ralph Wardle Eunice lngals Dagmar Carroll Marv Welles Bradley lngals George Pratt Lois lngals Noel Derby C. Arthur Feeley lulia Murdock Ronald Murdock Elliot Kimberlev Leo Day Mrs. Bradley Rhoda Miss Gulie A. Wyman, of the faculty, was the director. The play was the most successful of its kind ever put on in . II. S., and all who in any way hel| ed are to Ik congratulated. On Lincoln Day, a short program was held by the upper classes with Miss Hartley in charge. “Lincoln's Birthday. Samuel Castleman: “Abraham Lincoln. Mary Mowry; “A Lincoln Legend.” Virginia Sherman and Evelyn Drouin; “Oh! Captain! My Captain!”, Albert Jarosz; addresses by veterans. Mr. Donlon and Mr. Rockett. The Freshman program, in charge of Miss Adams, included: “Commissioner’s Message. Robert Ford; “The Life of Lincoln. Charles Horton, Ellis Jones, and Emmet Williams; saxaphone solo. Andrew Mostecki, accompanist, Lucille Greenan; “Oh! Captain! My Captain!’’. Emilie Pot-vin; “Liberty Shall Live.” Catherine Ballou; vocal solo, Alfreda Hwider, accompanist, Edith Farrar; “Fairy Legend of the Flag, Betty Deckard: violin and piano duet, lolo and Theodore Saillant; addresses by the veterans and Mr. Donlon. The Debating Club has grown to include fifty meml)ers, who meet every Monday, fourth period. Mr. Betagh. of the faculty, has acted as Moderator, and the following have served as officers: President. Antha Card; Vice-President. Coleman Zimmerman; Secretary. James Coffey; Treasurer. Lawrence Jarosz; and Censor. Camillus Angel. 58 THE QUIVER On Thursday, March 26, each memlier of the club delivered a three-minute talk before judges, Mr. Betagh, Mr. Cook, and Miss Wyman. At this time first and second debating teams were chosen. The first team included Camillus Angel. James Coffey, Ada Levin and Coleman Zimmerman. The second was comjxised of Louis Macktaz. Philip Fahrenholz, Louis Levin, and Lawrence Jarosz. In April. Miss Elizabeth Ford met all the Senior girls who were planning to go to the Rhode Island College of Education. She s| oke of the requirements for entrance, the kind of entrance examination given, and the courses in the school. Her talk was greatly appreciated by those who heard it The Junior Prom was held in the Assembly Hall on April 22. Decorations were of the class colors, blue and gold, and the class numerals were hung over the stage and at the rear of the hall. MacDonald’s orchestra furnished music for dancing from 8 to 11:30 o’clock. During intermission, refreshments were served by Miss Thompson. The patronesses were: Mrs. James Rockett. Mrs. Charles Donlon, Mrs. Clarence Mills. Mrs. Charles O’Connor. Mrs. Eugene I .a roe, Miss Florence Mowry, Miss Clara Pond, Miss Laura LaFond, and Miss Mary Mc-(iawley. On R. 1. Independence Day. the Woonsocket Chapter. Daughters of the American Revolution, planted a maple tree on the front lawn of W. 11. S.. in memory of its first Regent. Miss Anna Metcalf. The tree was the gift of Mrs. John McXeil. Chairman of the committee. It stands directly across the lawn from the tree planted in memory of our former graduates who died in the World War. On May 4, the girls formed a very interested audience for a talk on “Personality in Dress. by Mrs. Chamberlain of the Clothing Information Bureau of William Filene Sons Co mpany of Boston. Colors and styles, as suited to different types, were discussed, and school, street, evening and graduation dresses and coats were shown. The following girls served as models: Marion McCoy. Evelyn Drouin, Katherine Hill, Mildred Harrison, Ruth Valentine. Alfreda Hodder, Anna SanSouci. Margaret Pusher, Grace Fontaine, Cecilia Victory, Grace Cook, Petty Wickes, and Louise Ewen. Girls from the Senior class served on committees to help Miss Mowrv. In the report of May 7. our school ranked second in banking among the schools of Rhode Island. Mr. Arthur L. Gemme has taken pupils of the Freshman class on vocation expeditions to the Alice Mill and the Woonsocket Call Office, to give them an idea of the interest, system, and organization of some of our own home industries. THE QUIVER 59 The Senior English classes have studied the Literary Digest for ten weeks this year. In Miss Mowry's classes, Marjorie Mills and Louise rnold acted as treasurers, and Fred Hendrick and Ralph Wardle, as business managers. In Miss McKee's classes, the treasurers were Emily W ales and Irene Tateosian, and the business managers were Xino Ferari and Allan Brown. During the year we have received copies of The lech Review, Technical High, Providence, R. I.; The Meteor, Berlin High. Berlin, X. H.; The KiUcmian, Killingly High, Danielson. Conn.; The Line and White, Methuen High, Lawrence, Mass.; The Chronicle, West Warwick High, West Warwick, R. L; Line and White, Hope Street High, Providence, R. I.; The Booster, Bryant and Stratton, Providence, R. L; The Llack-stonian. Blackstone High, Blackstone, Mass.; The Clarion, Salem High, Salem, Oregon; The Owlet, Hartford Public High, Hartford, Conn.; and 7 he (Jnill, the Mary C. Wheeler School. Providence, R. I. This year the Freshmen formed a dramatic club under the name “Sock and Buskin Club.” The following officers were elected: President, Doris I aRoe; Vice-President, Robert Ford; Secretary, Alfred King; Treasurer, Edith Farrar. Miss Wyman, of the faculty, acted as coach. Meetings were held during the fourth ] eriod on Wednesdays, when, after the roll call and secretary’s re| ort. a program was presented by a program committee. The purpose of the club was to further activities in public speaking and dramatic action. The High School teachers had their visiting day May 13. Among the various cities visited were Providence, Xew]X)rt, Boston, Pawtucket, Hartford, and Worcester. On Arbor Day, the Seniors planted an ivy in front of the main building. A short address by the president. Fred Hendrick, was followed by the class song. This was under Miss Merrill's supervision. The Arlwtr Day program in the Assembly Hall was as follows: Song by the school. “Welcome, Sweet Springtime;” “Familiar Selections. Virginia Sherman; “May,” Antha Card; “Arbor Day Long Ago.” Camillus Angel; “Forestry Day, Louise Arnold; song. “A May Morning. Alfreda Hodder, accompanied by Edith Brown; “How Xot to Plant a Tree.” James Coffey; “How to Plant Shade Trees.” Ralph Wardle; “The Tree’s Dream. Philip Farenholz; violin solo, Mr. de Bellefeuille, accompanied by Edith Brown; “The Meaning of Sanctuary. Alice Haekett; “The Live Sportsman,” Louise Harris; “Take Your Choice of Seasons. Frank Darman; song by the shool. “In Honor of Woonsocket High. THE QUIVER 61 LIBRARY NOTES This year two rooms were given over for the library, one to he used ;i a reference room and one as a reading room. Thirteen new lx okcases were added, making twenty-five in all. The Manual Training hoys of the grades made many new tables and the School Committee ordered chairs, so that we can now accommodate fifty-two pupils at one time. 'This year the School Committee voted us one hundred and fifty dollars instead of fifty, as in previous years. In the library contest of last spring, our pupils won third prize, two hundred lxtoks. We have added 475 hooks since Septeml er. Fifty-seven were given by Mrs. Cora Barry in memory of Dr. Barry; 95 were presented by Mrs. Kdna Park; a few were gifts of Miss Irene Long. Miss Laura La Fond, Miss Lstella Phetteplace, Miss Florence Mowry, Miss Marie Laviolette, Mrs. Harriet Welles, Miss Kileen Gleeson, and Albert Jarosz. We now have in our library 3,190 bonks. The library was not ojiened until September 29. and Freshmen had little op| ortunity to use it until the last of January; yet. up to May 20. 4.800 l ooks and magazines had been taken out for home use. Fourteen magazines were taken this year. I lie Classical Journal. he Magazine World, and Salesology were new to us. A bust of Harriet Beecher Stowe was presented to the library by the Parent-Teachers’ Association and a few friends. Florence Hawkins, of the Senior class, has assisted in the library all the vear and lias done excellent wN� rk in making shelf lists and in cataloguing. DRAWING DEPARTMENT NOTES After the Quiver went to press last year, the Junior drawing pupils had a picnic and nature ramble at Ouinsnicket Park. Senior free-hand pupils have designed and stencilled scarfs. In February, the classes in drawing went to Mr. Nathaniel Vose’s exhibition of oil paintings at the Y. W. C. A.—the first of its kind in this city for a number of years. Fourteen illustrated posters in color were made by the Senior drawing class for the school play, “The Goose Hangs High. Hand-made notelxioks were made by the pupils in the Senior. Junior, and Freshman drawing classes. 62 THE QUIVER Posters were made by the Junior and Freshman drawing classes for Nurses’ Tag Day. May 15. The Juniors made illustrated posters in color under Miss Pond’s supervision. Under Miss Crawford’s direction, the Freshmen completed a number of posters made with the speed j en. These posters were put on display in some of the prominent buildings in the city. The Senior free-hand drawing class designed a numl er of greeting cards. The three selected for reproduction were, in order of merit, those by Emily Wales, Irene Staples, and Doris Nelson. About thirteen hundred cards with envelopes were purchased. Some were colored by different pupils taking drawing. The sum of approximately forty dollars was netted. ith this have been purchased pictures for the two rooms, one of the A. M. and one of the P. M. session, that sold the greatest number of greeting cards. The winners of this contest were Room 11. Miss Uvio-lette. teacher: and Room 25, Miss Mahoney, teacher. Room 16. Miss McGawley’s room, won the prize of five dollars for selling the greatest numlier of Christmas seals, the money to I used in purchasing a picture. On May 7. Miss Pond presented to the school the three pictures she had purchased in Boston for the rooms that had won prizes during the year, lo Room 16. that had sold the greatest number of Christmas seals, was given the picture “An Old Castle in Brenzenz.” by Paul Ravenstein' As the prize had not covered the cost of this picture, the School Decoration Committee furnished the rest. For Room 11. that had sold the most greeting cards in the A. M. session. Miss Pond had selected “Autumn.” by the Dutch artist. A. M. Gorter. This picture hears a remarkable resemblance to those of Corot. The third picture was “The Pioneers.” by Robert Wesley Amick. a modern American illustrator. Tins was given to Room 25. that won the contest for the sale of greeting cards in the P M session. In her talk. Miss Pond spoke of Cyrus Dallin. the American sculptor, whose works of art convey so much expression. She mentioned a work of his in our own library, the plaster cast of Harriet Beecher Stowe. She described his series of four pictures representing the four great periods in the life of the American Indian. Miss Pond finished her interesting talk by exhibiting a product of our own humble artists—a poster for Nurses’ Tag Day. made by a drawing pupil, Madeline Pressoir. THE QUIVER COMMERCIAL NOTES 63 THE S. O. S. CLUB CLASS 1926 W. H. S. The Senior class in stenography and typewriting, on September 24. organized as a business club. Miss Cass presided as chairman at the first meeting. The following officers were elected: C. Arthur Feeley, President; Leslie R. Strickland. Vice-President; Florence Hawkins, Recording Secretary; Cecilia Walsh, CorresjKmding Secretary; Allan S. Carlson, Treasurer, and Alice Kibrick, Assistant Treasurer. A Committee on By-Laws and Name was appointed: Sam Castle-man. Mr. William Cameron. Evelyn Drouin. Superintendent of Schools James F. Rockett was unanimously elected the first honorary member; Mr. Donlon. Miss Mowry, Mr. Cameron, Miss McComl e. and Miss Cass were elected Directors of the Club. At a meeting on Octol er 2, By-I aws were adopted and the name S. (). S. (“Serve Our School ) was chosen. The purpose of the Club, as expressed in the By-I aws, is “To work for the best interests of the Woonsocket High School, to promote school loyalty, to promote social activities of the projier nature in the High School, and to help the activities of previous commercial clubs.” The Club has held regular business meetings every two weeks, conducted according to parliamentary law. At these meetings the Directors have l een present, and it is largely due to the interest taken in the Club by Mr. Rockett. Mr. Donlon, Miss Mowry, Mr. Cameron, Miss McConibe, Miss Cass, and their helpful suggestions and advice that the Club lias done such splendid work for the High School this year. The first entertainment given by the Club was a dance for the benefit of the Athletic Asso iation Fund and the football team. This was a success in every way. A check for $’K) was given to Mr. Donlon by the (. lub Treasurer. The next activity was the conducting of the sale of ( hristmas stamps. Two hundred and thirty-six dollars worth of stamps and bonds were sold, the best record the school has ever made. 1 lie I lub assisted the officers of the Senior class in the business arrangements for the annual Senior dance. This, too, was conducted in a business-like way. and two weeks after the dance, the Treasurer gave his report to the Principal. THE QUIVER 65 The first social event was the Christmas party and dance given at the home of Miss Cass. 1 here was a C hristmas tree, with a present for everyone. Santa Claus—Karl Cornell—distributed the gifts. The play this year was planned and carefully arranged for by the officers and members of the Club. With the worthy object of presenting this play for the benefit of the High School Fund, the Club divided its membership into active committees under the Chairman. Dolores Letendre. The program, in itself, was an example of the effort put forth by the Club, as represented by Sam Castleman, Vivian Tebo, Irene Stas ., to make the play a success financially. The play was given on three successive evenings. )n Friday evening the seating capacity of the Assembly Hall was taxed to its limit. The business management was entirely under the direction of the S. ). S. t lub. I lie sum of $733 was netted from the three performances. check for this amount was presented to Mr. Donlon by the Club Treasurer, Allan S. Carlson. The Club went on a sleigh ride in February to Border Grange Hall. More than 100 enjoyed the ride and supper provided. Dancing was enjoyed to the music of Andy Ingraham's ()rchestra. ()n April 30. the Club gave a complimentary dance in tbe Assembly Hall to all those who assisted on committees for the play, those pupils who sold tickets or candy, or served as ushers. The W. '1'. A. were special guests, as were also the memliers of the victorious basketball team. Ingraham’s Orchestra of eight pieces furnished music for dancing. More than five hundred attended. The Club is planning to take a short trip to Xew Vork after graduation. This has been the most successful year for typewriting awards. 1. Tateosian. F. Morin, F. Hawkins, A. Carlson, G. Cook, E. Drotiin. E. Breault, L. Beaudet. S. Castleman. and Celia Walsh have made the highest records in the Senior class, having won awards on three different machines. Certificates for accuracy were given to the following members of the Senior class: 11. Archatnbault, M. Busher. C. Curran. E. Flvnn. R. McFadden, M. McGovern. M. Mills. M. Mowry. S. Searle. I. Staples. 1. Stas . C. St. Jean, and C. Victorv. 66 THE QUIVER Second award, for writing forty net words | er minute, was given to: L. Heaudet (3). E. Breault (3). A. Brown. A. Carlson (3). S. Castleman (2). M. Connell (2). G. Cook (2). C. Curran, A. Dion (2), C. Doonan (2), E. Drouin, A. Feeley, E. Golden (2), F. Hawkins (3). E. Manning. M. McGovern, F. Morin (3). M. Mowry, D. Nelson, A. ()lseti (2). G. I’ratt (2). M. Rubin (3). V. Smallwood (3), G. Stevens (3). L. Strickland. 1. Tateosian (3). A'. Telx , C. Von Flatern, C. Walsh (3). M. Ward, and II. Wheeler. Third award, for writing 50 or more net words per minute for fifteen minutes, was given to: L. Beaudet, 1C. Breault. A. Carlson. S. Castleman (2). E. Drouin. F. Hawkins. F. Morin. I. Tateosian, and C. Walsh. Fourth award. 60 net words per minute, to: 1. Tateosian and F. Morin (2). Fifth award, 70 net words per minute, to I. Tateosian (2). In the Junior Class, 1 '. Heffernan. V. Martell, and W. Houle have made the highest records. Certificates have l een given to: M. Brown. G. Cross. H. Emidy, M. Eullam (3). E. Gleason. F. Heffernan. R. Helfand (3). B. Carrington. W. Houle (2), S. Kibrik (2). A. Levin (3). V. Martell (3). C. Mills. Z. Muheini (3). F. Pion (3), F. Russian (2). E. Sarafian (3). B. Sherman. B. Sirkis, I. Spagnolo (2). Second award, for writing 40 net words per minute, has been given to I '. Heffernan (2). W. Houle, and V. Martell (3). Room 21. which was a recitation room, has been equipped with twenty modern, up-to-date typewriting desks, is hereafter to be reserved for typewriting classes, and is Miss Cass room. I he new desks were ordered especially for this department. Each desk is a cabinet-type and holds two tyjiewriters, which may be closed, so that the desks are then flat-top office desks. Each desk contains three good-sized drawers for supplies, paper, and textlxioks. I hese desks add much to the appearance of the room, and it is the opinion of the ninety-five pupils, Seniors and Juniors, who use this room, at least once a day, that it is nearly ideal in everv way. There are thirty-two typewriters in the department. FOOTBALL In footlmll. our team took fourth place in the league. Out of the seven league games played, Woonsocket won three and tied one. Although the team was not as successful as some of its predecessors. Coach Cook and his squad are greatly to he praised for their good sj)ortsmanship and for their fighting spirit when the odds were against them. The games were: W. (). vs. Colt Memorial 32 0 at Pawtucket 6 6 vs. Classical 12 0 vs. West Warwick 5 6 at Hast Providence 0 27 at Hope 7 13 vs. Cranston 6 3 at Commercial 25 0 W’s were awarded to Darnian (captain). Rich. Shevlin. Roy. Damar-jian. W. Mowry. Tateosian, R. Greene. L. Jarosz. Paulhus, Remillard. Cloutier. L. Strickland, 1’. Brown. C. Howard, and Marrah (manager). THE QUIVER 69 BASKETBALL This year Woonsocket’s strongest point was her basketljall. '1 he team won the Rhode Island Interscholastic championship and barely missed 1 . ing entered in the New England Tournament at Tufts’ College. To Mr. Murphy, our coach, great credit is due for his second successive championship team. In appreciation of their excellent work, the school gave sweaters to the players. The letter men are- Strickland (captain). Cloutier. Paulhus. Darman. Roy. Rich. Durham, Tateosian, P. Brown, and 1 ngraham ( manager). The scores follow: W. O. vs. Barrington n n vs. Alumni 21 19 at Commercial 44 1 vs. Durfee 20 15 at Hope 13 12 vs. Fitchburg 21 34 vs. Pawtucket 34 23 at Durfee 14 32 at East Providence 25 23 vs. Bryant Stratton 23 31 at West Warwick 19 17 vs. Worcester Commercial 25 20 vs. Classical 23 9 vs. Rogers 23 19 at Fitchburg 11 50 vs. Commercial 35 12 vs. Hojte 17 14 at Pawtucket 35 12 at Rogers 12 13 vs. East Providence 28 21 vs. West Warwick- 21 20 at Classical 32 3 70 THE QUIVER PRESENTATION OF SWEATERS On Monday, May 17. the upper classes were called to the hall for the purpose of awarding sweaters to our championship basketball team. These were purchased for the boys from the contributions of several alumni. The shakers were Messrs. John Cosseboom, Austin Cook, Ambrose Feeley. Allyn Welles, I)r. James McCarthy, A tty. Walter Sharkey, I)r. Jeremiah Gearon and Superintendent, of Schools James Rockett. GIRLS’ BASKETBALL The school may well Ik proud of the girls’ l asketl all team. Although not successful in winning any games, the girls continued to work together, always striving for success. Their loyal spirit far outweighs any material loss. The team was composed of M. W elles captain). A. Kibrik, I). French. I. Tateosian, S. Kibrik. J. Descy, E. Falk and E. Genereux. (manager). TRACK I lie school track team did not begin the season very successfully. Tlv boys were defeated in the annual meet with Ua Salle by a score of 54-48. Again their luck was against them in the meet at the State College in Kingston. Sheahan, who took third place in the low hurdles, and Rich, who won second place in the low hurdles, were the only men finishing in the finals. In spite of their previous losses, it was hoj ed that the boys would encounter tetter luck in the Interscholastic Meet in Providence Mav twenty-second. INTERCLASS TRACK MEET ()ne of the features of Commencement Week last June was the second annual Class Day Track Meet. Both boys and girls from the four classes took part. The results were: Juniors, 59 points; Sophomores. 48 points; Seniors, 27 points; and Freshmen. 12 points. The individual stars of the day were Edward Woolley and Cecilia Einstein, teth of the Senior class. Mr. Rockett was head judge and was ably assisted by the following as officials: Scorers, T. Deffley, W. Fenton, and Antha Card; Timer. Mr. Cook; Announcer, Mr. Cameron; and Starter. Mr. Murphy. THE QUIVER 71 BASEBALL Uj to the time The Quiver went to press. W. H. S. had not had a very successful season in lmseball. The players showed excellent sjx� rts-manship. hut the student Ixxly failed to give them the necessary sup|x rt. However, frequent appeals for co-operation were made and it was hojjed that th.- pupils might turn out in larger numliers to cheer their team to victory during the last weeks of the school year. THE NEW ATHLETIC FIELD In November. 1925. the School Committee purchased from the Woonsocket Agricultural Society their Trotting Park on Smithfield Road. This is to l e known as the Woonsocket High School Athletic Field, hut is to be used by all the public schools of the city. In the spring, the baseball diamond was graded off at a great exj ense. The cost of this was largely defrayed by the sale of tickets to the initial game in the new field, that with Hope High School on June 4th. MR. FRED TENNEY SPEAKS TO STUDENTS On Wednesday, April 21. the student Ixxly had the privilege of listening to a talk by Fred Tenney, famous first-l aseman of a generation ago. Mr. Tenney spoke al out the value of a sound Ixxly and explained some of the fine points of professional playing. After school, he coached the squad in judging and placing l� lls and corrected defects in their playing. ! HURRAH? TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE EXAMS, AND ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE — v r r.crvu Lai S Clnf'M.U 17 OUR 6IRL ATHLLTL5 ■vQ vmn x 1 PIRIT A ,c£p - MILK � alao VIE PoDl. - G CAHOt MEAL THE. FRESH-M coruwo. hurr p.t AM w.G «ior«u ’Z7 THE QUIVER 73 The annual meeting and banquet of the Woonsocket High School Alumni Association was held December 29, 1925, in the High School Assembly Hall, with Paul L. Smith. ’15. President, presiding. The principal speakers were Rev. Dean Ellenwood, Rev. Robert Cassidy. Sujierin-tendent lames 1 '. Rockett. Mr. Donlon. and Mr. Samuel Hudson. The soloists were Mrs. Elsie (Coburn) Mason and Timothy J. Crane. A committee of five was appointed to raise funds for the new athletic field. A goodly sum was contributed at the banquet. The officers elected were: President. Henri S. Dursin, Jr.. T2; Vice-President, Ralph Daigneault. ’ll ; Secretary. Miss Mary E. Dailey, ’24; and Treasurer. Miss Mary E. Williams, ‘‘JO. Miss Dailey has since resigned and Miss Eva Burgess. ’25. has been ap]x inted to take her place. Miss Grace Marchant and Miss Xellie Potter, former W. H. S. teachers, were guests of the association at the banquet. SPECIAL NOTES ’8‘)—On April 24. Mr. Matthew Broadbent and Mrs. Broadl ent ( Henrietta C. Hilton) observed their twenty-fifth wadding anniversary. '03—Amy and Elise Gilbert are taking a trip around the world. T6—Catherine Fitzgerald is now a substitute court stenographer for the state of Rhode Island. ’17—Louise Feely lias completed her course of study at Oxford. England. 18—Irene Long, a former member of the High School faculty, now of Commercial High. Providence, is going abroad this summer. 74 THE QUIVER —Mr. and Mrs. James F. Green have gone on a business trip of three years’ duration to Buenos Avres, Argentina. -0—Hattie E. Spaulding is secretarial assistant in the office of the Mary C. Wheeler School in Providence. 21- Anna Terkel is a member of the Metropolitan Grand Opera t ompany. She has appeared in Woonsocket once this season. '21—Leo W. Desrosiers is among the college students being trained in flying by the Government at Brooks Field, San Antonio. Texas. ’21—Dorothy Hendrick is the physical instructor at the Poe High School in Detroit, Michigan. 22 Mildred Hathaway was awarded a Benedict scholarship at the graduation exercises of the R. I. School of Design. 22- Sadie McMichael, a student at Brown, was awarded a prize bv the Society of Colonial Dames for the l est essay on a subject in American Colonial history. ’22—Elizabeth Smith has l een elected a meml er of the Phi Beta Kappa Society of Brown University. 23- -Nathan Lorinsky was chosen to coach the l aseball team at Central High School, Syracuse, X. Y.. last spring. '23—Nelson Wright has been awarded prizes for the highest rating in the regular course and for general excellence in weaving formation and fabric analysis at the Philadelphia Textile. '23- -Gladys Randall is editing the Junior Page of the Evening Bulletin of Providence. Mildred Hathaway illustrates the articles. 25—Dorothy Robinson is a librarian in the public library of Spring-field. Mass. 25 Albert Place is employed in the Woonsocket Institute of Savings. ’25—F.lwood Calcutt is working in the Industrial Trust. Kenneth Began has received his appointment to West Point Military Academy. He will enter July 1. MARRIAGES John McCaffrey, '06 Judge J. R. Higgins. ’09 Margaret Cushing, ’ll Elizabeth Kevins Harold Crumrine Helen Spofford Dellar L. Cook, '09 Earle Hope, '12 Lilliam Crane, '16 William Barry, '16 Catherine Willard Harold Dorr THE QUIVER 75 Esther (jreenland Sophie Falk. '17 Mary Moriarty, '17 Julia Rankin. 'IS Vera Xordenstierna, '18 Helen Thayer. '18 Kthel Buck Sylvia Pullman nna Goldfine, '20 Irene Gardner. '21 Mary Diamond. '22 I '.ula Bennett. '22 Mildred Buxton. '22 W'eltha Walling, '22 Ethel Brown. '24 Clifton )sl)orne, lf Myer Beverck Dr. Edward Mcl-aughlin Ives Welles Wilder Clark William Paxton Raymond Hudson. '19 Morris Brenner. '20 Nathan Swartz Austin Drew Alexander Stone Arthur Cole Albert Moss Roliert E. Turner Edward Segal DEATHS Henry F. Bousquet, '04 Thomas F. McCill. '20 Harold Morse. '14 IN ADVANCED SCHOOLS, 1925-1926 1 Assumption College '22 Henry Crepcau 2 Baltimore Dental '22 Sam Pressman 3 Boston University ’21 Leo Desrosier '21 Sylvia Emery '22 Agnes Winn '25 Earl Calcutt 4 Brown University '22 Richard Connell '22 Ralph Fitzpatrick '22 Roland Harrall '22 William Smith '22 Doris Johnson '22 Sadie McMichael '22 Elizabeth Smith '23 Susan Donahue '24 Harold Faroe '24 William Preston '24 Nathan Sokoloff '25 Edwin McMullin 25 Edward McdofT '25 Kenneth French '25 Edward Teachman '25 Luigi Zocca 25 Mabel Hudson 76 THE QUIVER 5 Canisius '22 Kdward Franklin 6 Colby '25 John Nasse 7 Colgate '25 Wendall Kellogg 8 Emerson School of Oratory '24 Matilda Robertshaw 9 Georgetown University '25 Alfred Cavedon 10 Hollins College, Va. '24 Louise Ullntan 11 Holy Cross '25 Janies Winn 25 Kdward Fitzpatrick-12 L’Ecole Nationale Superieure des Arts et Industries Textiles at Roubaix '25 Andre Bruyere 13 Lowell Textile '25 Leslie Redding '25 Joseph Lussier 14 Middlebury College, Vt. '25 David Hoyle 15 Military Academy, West Point '24 John Gilchrist 16 Naval Academy, Annapolis, M J. '22 Paul Card 17 N. Y. Sch. of Fine and Applied Art '22 Madeleine Roswell 18 N. Y. Sch. of Interior Decoration '22 Marion Ainbach 19 N Y. State College '24 Irving Terkel Philadelphia Textile '25 Nelson Wright '25 Edward Woolley 21 Providence College '25 Richard Dowling 22 R. I. College of Education '25 Florence Callahan. '25 Frances Betagh '25 Irene Donovan '25 Margaret Ryan '24 Gladys Belrose '24 Rebecca Bletcher '24 Lillian Cook '24 Katherine Lynch '24 Madonna Mulligan '24 Margaret Murphy '24 Evelyn Pratt '24 Mary Rvan '24 Amy Rogers '25 Kathleen Callahan '25 Marguerite Shannon '25 Gertrude Donovan ’25 Sadie Smith ’25 Laura Dartt ’25 Catherine O’Grady 23 R. I. Hospital Nurses School '25 Eileen Gilchrist '25 Florence Haberstick '25 Kathleen Grady '25 Eileen McCann '25 Mary Eastman 25 Maybelle Donovan '25 Mildred Marrah 24 R. I. School of Design '22 Mildred Hathaway '24 Byron Englebach 25 R. I. State College '22 Albert Worrell '24 Harry Brenner '24 Coleman Falk '24 Chester Scott '25 Kenneth Fegan '25 Arshag Muserlian '25 Rob.rt McKay '25 Alphonse Ravenelle 26 St. Charles College, Md. '25 Charles Martell '25 Frank HiU THE QUIVER 77 27 Simmon '2.1 Bertha Randall '24 Sarah Redfern 28 Smith '24 Huldah Vose 23 Southward Hall, London, Eng. '25 Marguerite Phillips 30 Syracuse University '22 Nathan Lorinsky 31 T ufts '25 Bernard Reilly '25 Henry Helfand 32 University of Michigan '22 Constance Clark 33 Wellesley '22 Prances Taylor '24 Dorothy Nichols '24 Janet Reid 34 Yale '22 Nickerson Taylor A COMPLIMENT FOR W. H. S. FROM A LETTER TO OUR SUPERINTENDENT ‘l want to speak especially about the line Ijehavior and good manners 1 observed among your boys during my few minutes stay in the dining room. I have nothing but the highest praise for their splendid conduct and cleanly disposition that 1 noticed in the lunch room. I’M THE “FRESHIE” I'm the “Freshie that is new to the wonders of High School. 1 never really get used to the building, but always wander al out, asking others how to get to certain rooms. 1 never take the time to try to remember for myself, but just go on ltothering the other pupils. They may be in a burn or late for class, but that makes no difference to me. 1 just waylay them and ask the same old questions and will not let them go until I get some kind of an answer. 78 THE QUIVER I’M THE “SOPH” 1 m the “Soph” that's always wandering alxiut the corridors. Xo mat ter whether 1’tn coming or going, early or late. I always saunter along as if 1 had all the time in the world. Perhaps I'm on my wav to the library, perhaps to another classroom, and perhaps on an errand for a teacher: hut wherever 1 may he going. 1 never hurry. What difference does it make to me if it causes the teachers inconvenience? Let them worry and fuss! I don’t care! 1 have plenty of time ! PM THE JUNIOR I m the Junior who is always copying the other fellow’s homework. I do not care whether or not he wants me to have it. I just take it. It makes no difference to me whether it is tomorrow’s homework or that of two weeks ago. whether it is right or wrong, so long as I have a pa] er to hand in when the teacher calls for it in class. What matters it to me if the others do not hand in any pajjer so long as I have one to hand in ? I’M THE SENIOR I'm the Senior who always has a remark to pass about the new Freshman when he is near. No matter who it is or where it may be. I always have something “cute” to say about him. It doesn’t matter to me whether it emliarrasses him or not; in fact, that’s just what I want to do. It never occurs to me that I was once a Freshman myself. Oh. he’s only a jx or. little “Freshie ! THE QUIVER 79 AIMLESS ARROWS 1 D ENGLISH Jewpeter was angry with Ulysses. FROM TEST ON LETTER WRITING If you were writing a business letter and your first name sounds like a man, if you were a lady you should put Miss or Mrs. in perenthysis. IN CICERO CLASS Aiiss D—: Why are you waiting? T—s R—n: I don’t know what work to take next. Miss D—: Next? I didn’t know you had started. FROM A SENIOR THEME I could also hear hy putting my fingers on the person who was s| eak-ing’s lips. I atin “quiz”: Compare the following adjectives:— Intelligent Pupil: Compare them with what? IN ANCIENT HISTORY CLASS Miss M—: What do you mean by husbandry? F. D—: Getting people husbands. Mi§s M—: What were the rewards in store for the victor in an ()1 ympic game ? K. F—: The victor was crowned with sacred olive oil. FC)UND AT THE END OF A TEST IN GREEK HISTORY The rest of these questions sure are Greek to me. HEARD IN CAFETERIA “Did you know that we're really foreign people?” “No, why?” “Well, every time we go to lunch we’re rushin’.” “Have you any bare salad? Teacher: Tomorrow I wish you to write a fairy story. Pupil: Does it have to be true? 81 THE QUIVER IX CAFETERIA Miss T—: W ill you please 1 � e a little more quiet today? Brilliant Waitress: llow can we. with “dogs around? IX FRESHMAX FREXCII CLASS ‘‘On peut acheter dans le magasin des gilets de flanelle. Ce niagasiti s’api e11e tin magasin de confection.” Pupil: One can buy in the store some woolen underwear. This store is called a confectionery store. Teacher: Hid you notice any similarity in the works of William Cow] er and Charles Lamb? Pupil: Yes. ma’am, both went insane. Freshman Latin Teacher (correcting pupil's recitation): That was only a slip of the tongue. Next Pupil (declining pcs (foot) incorrectly) added: That was only a slip of the foot. H—h: This line contains one accented syllable. Teacher: What do we call such a line? 11—h : A monomial. FROM ERES11M X THEMES Just as we were feeling that it must be around sup| er time, the bugle sounded and we ate it heartily.” “Sir Walter Scott never extinguished himself as a student. CULLED FROM BOOK REVIEWS “But ere Aegus departed for Athens, he left his sword and scandals beneath a stone.” “After a great many visits. Jo decides to marry under an umbrella when she was walking home in the early spring.” Teacher: What is a simile ? B. F—y: A synonym for a smile. , 80 THE QUIVER IX FRENCH CLASS Germain, hero of the French reader, is going on a week-end trip and is told: “Tu mettras tes habits neufs.” C—e C—n: You will put on your nine suits. Teacher: Give an example of personification. Pupil: Lancelot addressed Elaine after her death as “() simple and true heart.” Teacher: Why is this personification? Pupil: Because Lancelot is addressing an inanimate object. Miss B—: What is a gondola. Pupil: A Venetian taxicab. JOHN R HIGGINS DARIO MOTORS CO., INC. CHRYSLER AGENCY Tel. 1128 FELIX A. TOUPIN ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR-AT-LAW 128 Main Street Woonsocket. R. I. MILLER’S TAXI SERVICE 403 Arnold Street Tel. 2547 Compliments of dr. t. j. McLaughlin JUDGE GULLAUME MYETTE WE FIT FEET CORRECTLY VERONEAU’S SPECIALTY BOOT SHOP 99 Main St., Commercial Bldg.. 3d Floor Compliments of BRAEMORE ORCHESTRA J. C. EMIDY ATTORNEY-AT-LAW 17 Longley Bldg. P. J. MULVEY ATTORNEY-AT-LAW 16 Longley Bldg. Our Advertisers Are Our Friends We call your attention to the firms that are advertising in our “Quiver” They Deserve Our Patronage Compliments of Compliments oj ZIMMERMAN’S CLOAK SUIT SHOP 78 Main Street Woonsocket LFMERY CORSET SHOP CORSETS, HOSIERY. UNDERWEAR 233 Main Street 1 HE TOGGERY SHOP COMPLETE OUTFITTERS FOR MEN AND BOYS 101 Main Street For Style, Quality and Lowest Prices in City, Call at WARTELL’S SAMPLE SHOP 83 Main Street REMILLARD BROS. MEN’S FURNISHINGS 8% Main Street M. GAULIN SON TRAVEL SERVICE DEPARTMENT Steamship Tickets All Lines 38 Cumberland St. A. L. 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