Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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

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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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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.