Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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

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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.

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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