Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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IS THE QUIVER This one must be selling either water-wings or tooth-brushes. ( Ringing continues. Door opens, and an old, gray-haired lady enters.) John and Betty: (rising). Hello, Aunty! Aunt Marv: Ah ! ha ! You don’t want any callers this evening, do you ? l’.ut 1 called only to see how you like my little gift. Hetty: You're just joking. Aunt Mary. We didn’t receive anything. Aunt Mary: Humph! Joking! Well. 1 reckon I paid the messenger! Hetty: Hut no messenger came here today. Aunt Mary: Why, I tied it up in tissue paper and printed your name plainly on top. It was my l est cook lx ok. My dear Jonathan. (iod bless him. gave it to me on our first wedding anniversary. John (aside): A cook l ook. White tissue paper. (With an embarrassed look.) Oh, Aunt Mary. 1—er—I got a parcel at the office this morning. 1—er didn’t think it was a present, so I just left it there. That must have been it. Hetty: Thank you very much. Aunty. Aunt Mary: Well. I reckon I’d better be on my way. I shall call tomorrow to see how you like it. Goodbye, children. Hetty and John: Goodbye. Aunt Mary. Exit Aunt Mary. |ohn (sinking into chair) : Saved ! ! Hetty: Did you really get it at the office. John?” John (still mopping his brow) : 1 saw it on the front steps. 1 thought a peddler had thrown it there and 1 shoved it into the ashcan. Hetty : Oh ! There goes the ashman. (They rush to door.) (Curtain.) Mary (i. Rynn, '27. THE SEASHORE In summertime 1 like to stroll Along the rocky shore. To watch the billows rise and fall And listen to their roar. They roll along with foamy caps. They sparkle in the bay Like gleaming jewels. n the cliffs They dash aloft in spray. Sometimes I climb from rock to rock Up on a boulder high. And there 1 sit and gaze about At vessels passing by. Their snowy sails rock in the breeze ( hit on the waters blue; They leave a wide and foamy trail. Then pass away from view. Marv Lynch. '17.

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THE QUIVER 17 various little sprites, mostly good and some bad, who were known as the Good and Rad Marks. At the end of the January Bend, they were surrounded by a mob of Harpies and Furies, who, Hard Study assured them, were harmless if the children only kept their heads clear. However, the Fury who oversaw Latin “exams” made Senior quite ill. while the Harpies of Algebra and Geometry exams” terrorized Seniora. Finally, however, they came to the end of the June Bend. The Furies surrounded them once more, but they were vanquished by the Student twins. At the June Rend was the end of the Trail of the School Year, and they left the Forest of Courses. Passing through the Gate of Graduation, they entered the Golden City of College. A nth a Caro. '27. THE ANNIVERSARY PRESENT ('haractcrs: Betty young housewife. John Betty’s husband. Aunt Mary—Betty’s aunt. ACT 1. SCENE I. Dining-room of Betty's home. Betty, with embroidery, sitting at window at left of stage. Doorbell rings. Betty: 1 wonder who that is at the door now. 1 suppose it is only another peddler. Well. 1 just won’t go! Five | eddlers on a Friday morning are five too many. (Lays embroidery aside and begins to set table.) John ought to be coming soon. I do hope he will like the cake. It’s queer that Aunt Mary has forgotten us. She said that she had something very special to give us on our anniversary. She is a good old soul. She always means well in spite of her odd gifts. (Sounds of a door opening and closing offstage. Betty rushes to dining-room door.) Ah. here is John now! John: “Hello, sweetheart. “Close your eyes, and I’ll give you something to make you wise. Betty closes eyes, and John fastens watch on her wrist.) Betty: Oh! (Embraces John.) ( They sit at table.) John: I hope no one will visit us tonight. ( Doorbell rings.) Of course! I might have known. Betty: Never mind it. 1 have had a vegetable vendor, a flower girl, an automobile salesman, a Fuller Brush man. and a soap dealer here today.

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THE QUIVER 19 THE TREASURE HUNT HILE 1 was at Camp Hoffman this summer, an old lady, a visitor front Connecticut, was spending her vacation there as a sjtecial guest. One night after we had all gatherer! around the camp fire, the director announced that there was to be a treasure hunt the next day and that the treasure had l een donated by our visitor. Now Camp Hoffman is divided into different encampments, each having a name and a symbol. My group was in the section called Hirch Cove, and our symbol was the Viking Ship in full sail. We were told to follow our noses to the group of trees just beyond, to find our ship, which was the only symbol we could go by, and to follow the directions written on the little ship. Right away our troubles Ixigan. The little ship directed us to the “Well-house.” Now. where was the “Well-house?” Finally one of the girls exclaimed. “Oh! it must mean Wellville!” (Wellville is the name of the hospital.) So we lost no time in hurrying to Wellville and. sure enough, there was our sign. ()ur next step was very puzzling. We were directed to go to a huge fir tree and then so many paces to the right, to look for a hole. Naturally, we thought the hole was in the ground. We walked all around, felt the ground, ran into a few grass snakes, went through the bushes, and were scratched by the briars, but still no hole. Away to the right hung a great iron hoop. It had l een used in a game, but it made a great swing. To this some of the girls directed their steps, disgusted with the treasure hunt, and there, to their surprise, was the code. A hike to the l each followed : but when we got there, no treasure could 1k‘ found, not even a code. Soon somebody’s sharp eve caught sight of a piece of | a] er away out on the wharf, and everybody made a wild dive for it. It directed us almost I jack to the hole, but as we neared the cook's cabin, another note was discovered. By this time we had passed the treasure twice without noticing it. The next clue, hidden on the jxtrch of the cabin, told us that so many paces to the southeast would bring us in reach of the treasure. “Tired to death from our strenuous walk and run, we picked up courage to end the hunt. Suddenly, when a few feet from the treasure, someone shouted. There it is! ! ! There, directly in front of us. lay our treasure. How happy we were to see what we had worked so hard for! We were much revived when our councilor presented each of us with a nice, thick, juicy piece of watermelon. Anna Bliss. '27.