Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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THE QUIVER 13 was in school. Hut out in the world, the fearsome, indifferent, and work-a-day world, which we are soon to know, shall we find that people will always have patience with us? It takes so little time to l e kind, patient, and for-hearing, for patience is not only a virtue, hut is a valuable asset in the business world. THE STORM I An actual experience) Up from the west the “thunder-heads rolled. Below, all was blackness; above, all was gold. Kar off on the hills the rain was a mist. That ever came nearer and pelted and hissed. A Hash of lightning, a shuddering Ixxmi. And the storm broke over the woods like doom. The deep-rooted pine-trees, so sturdy and strong, Bent over and roared as the wind passed along. The silvery lake, which in rest fulness lay. Was raised by the storm-gusts and blown into spray. The lightning flashed, the wild winds howled. The thunder crashed and roared and growled. Blown by the angry wind, soaked to the skin. Shelterless, helpless, amid Nature’s din. We heard the awful organ j eal While the ground l eneath us seemed to reel. As with one last crash, like a bursting shell. ()r the echoing boom of a warning l ell. The lightning ceased, the sky grew fair. Onlv a mutter was heard in the air. Then the woodland noises, stilled by fear. Broke out more clearly on the ear, And the birds, all silenced by Nature’s spree. Burst into singing from every tree. J ). vtt Bruce. 27.

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12 THE QUIVER So. classmates, when others apparently acquire more advantages, do not sulk, nor act as though you had never heard of sportsmanship; but smile back bravely, cheerfully, and join in the general applause, knowing in vour hearts that you helped to make the victory jjossible. “LEST WE FORGET” How quickly the years go by when one is in school! At first, we were inclined to l e timid, shy. and to stumble and mumble when spoken to. That happened in our Freshman year. How happy we were if a Jolly Junior or Sedate Senior noticed us! We lived within the Gates of Paradise for many days as a result of their thoughtfulness. Rut our Sophomore year we were apt to l)e a little condescending toward the young Freshman. How easily one forgets! How. then, can we say that we wish our kind parents would remember when they were young and foolish, when we forget the trials and tribulations which we underwent as Freshmen? When our Junior year rolled around, we found ourselves developing a chronic case of snobbishness towards the Freshy and “Soph. but we did our l est to fraternize with the lofty Senior. The Senior year, one’s viewpoint changes radicallv. As we now recall our earlier years, how we wish that we had l een kinder and more friendly; that we had thought less of ourselves and more of others! Since we realize, then, the foolish mistakes that we ha e made, let us profit by them, and use them as a warning not to make similar errors in our dealings with the men and women whom we shall meet in the years to come. PATIENCE Patience, they say. is a virtue. Whether or not it is. one finds it essential when in school. The teachers have this virtue and are continually using it with us when we stem unusually slow or stubliorn; but did we always use this same virtue when a teacher failed to understand our viewpoint r We generally gave it up as a bad job. and did not bother to elucidate. 1 hat

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The Quiver Board, 1927