Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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

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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.

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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