Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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24 THE QUIVER married to the lovely Princess C ushion. The music you hear is the Musical-lx x Hand. The merry-making has l»egun. Come with me, and you shall sec the wedding.” The three travelers were delighted with this invitation and hurried along with Mr. Holster. Such a wedding! Never had there been one like it before. Never can there l e one like it again. It was a l eautiful sight! A whole armv of tin soldiers paraded before Prince Fern and his blushing bride, who looked lovely in a gown of white satin. Shepherds and shepherdesses from Chimney-piece Mountain came and danced before the throne, while tops hummed and the Musical-box Hand played. There was a magnificent breakfast, to which the three travelers were invited by the Prince, while the crew was given as much milk as it cared to drink. The next day Prince Fern ordered the “Clothes-basket,” which had drifted on the beach, to be repaired : and while this was l eing done, Captain Lilly, the Mate, and the Midshipman remained his guests, and a very pleasant visit they had. It was with many regrets that they at last hade good-bye to their friends, hut the ship was ready and waiting for them. At last the “Clothes-lxasket sailed away, with its prow turned towards home, arriving without any more wonderful adventures. The three travelers hurried away to tell Nurse alnuit their strange cruise and their stay at Sofa Island, while the crew said nothing, hut thought a great deal about a little shepherdess who had danced at the wedding feast. Hack I came to the earth, smiling a little at these thoughts. Childhood surely is a happy time, and 1 wondered if those children, now grown up. ever ] ause in their busy lives to look hack on such innocent fun. Elizabeth M'ickks, ’27. THE DOGS AND I Good friends we are whenever we meet. At home, abroad, or just in the street. The dogs and I. Each one I hail with a word of cheer. And ]K‘t them all with never a fear As 1 walk by. Hut mine the most of the race 1 prize. For when 1 look in his honest eyes From day to day. “Would those we love of the human kind Had half the worth of his faithful mind. I often say. Madeleine Pkessoir. '17.

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THE QUIVER 23 Kitty had 1»een exacting this. She was generally made to play a j art in the children’s games, whether she liked it or not; and as she also had heard the stories alnnit desert islands and savages, she would much rather have stayed at home instead of going on this perilous voyage. But Kitty was not consulted. She was popped into the ship and made an ahle seaman at once. A few sweeps of the broom, and they were in Carpet ()cean. and the crew looked over the side of the ship, mewing farewell to its home. All went well for the first few days. Lilly insisted ujx)n everything’s going well tor that length of time, l ecause she said she had never read any lxx k of travels yet that did not have that last sentence in it. They went quietly along by Dado C oast and j ast Hearthup Island and saw the burning mountain. which Charley was sure was Mount Vesuvius. At this place, the crew endeavored to leave the ship, and had to be held back by force of arms. 1 hat crew is a mountaineer, said ( harley. tie meant mutineer, but it did not matter, for the Captain and the .Vlate quite understood and agreed with him. Shortly after this, they passed the Ottoman Empire and entered the peaceful waters of Table Bay. Here they took in provisions of biscuits and sugar, and. after a short stay, set forth again on their travels. )n the third day after leaving Table Bay, the Carpet Ocean oecame '•uddenly quite calm, which made Captain Lilly look very serious. From something she could see in the distance, she was almost certain that a very great storm was coming. She was right. About an hour afterwards it came with such fury that at first it nearly turned the ship over; but the good “Clothes-basket behaved very bravely, as did the Captain, the Mate, and the Midshipman. The crew, also, to show how little it cared about the howling winds and raging sea. actually played ball with a biscuit. But suddenly there came a terrible crash, and, looking over the side of the ship, the Midshipman said that the “Clothes-basket had struck on a rock. It must be Footstool Rock. said Captain Lilly, for it is close to Sofa Island, and there is the island in the distance.” It was a fearful moment. The Captain, the Mate, and the Midshipman shouted, and the crew immediately jum|»ed overboard. I'm afraid we must jump overboard, too, said the Captain, and trv to swim to the island. The ship may go down at any minute. Then the three set out to swim to Sofa Island and were fortunate enough to reach it in safety. The crew had arrived before them and was sitting down washing its face as they crawled up the steep bank. They were all so tired that they soon fell asleep and slept soundly till morning, when they were awakened by music in the distance. They immediately got up and journeyed across the island to see what it could be and meeting a gentleman on the way. who said his name was Mr. Bolster, they asked what the music meant. “Don’t you know?” he cried in astonishment. “But I see by your dress that you are strangers. Today Prince Fern is going to Ik

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THE QUIVER 25 MY TRIP TO MOUNT VESUVIUS Mount Vesuvius is a famous volcano of southern Italy, just aljout six miles east of Naples. The Ixise is about thirty miles in circumference; its height is 4,200 feet alx)ve sea level; its crater,350 feetindepth.withacircum-ference of two miles at its outer part. The earliest known eruption occurred in 79 A. I)., when the cities of Pompeii, Herculaneum, and Stabiae were overwhelmed beneath the mass of mud and ashes it disgorged. The latest one occurred in 1906, when it rained ashes for seven long days, a new type of ash coming out of the cone each day. My uncle, father, brother, and I had just arrived at the starting point and, looking up, I asked my uncle if we were going to the very top. “We certainly are,” he said. That mountain looked very high to me, and it tea.? certainly high. We all got into a small trolley car. and away we went. We rode for bout half an hour. Then the car stopped to have an engine hooked on, and as soon as this was done, the journey was resumed. I kept looking out and presently noticed a strange thing. I saw a large number of high walls built on the sides of the mountain. I asked the guide the reason for building them there. He said it was to stop the flow of the lava. It seems that the government had built them for the protection of the various cities, many of which had given money to this cause. Many of the walls were buried and some of them were half buried. The guide told us that, if in 79 A. D. they had had these walls. Pompeii would probably not have been buried. At the base of the mountain we had been gasping for air. but now we began to get cold. About one thousand feet from the top. the trolley stopj ed. and the guide told us to go on the small train in front of us. In Italy they call this last train “the funicolare.” I held my breath. I thought I was going straight up. The grade of that last lap was something terrible. This train let us off about two yards from the very top. I was happy when I got oflf and was able to get on my feet. The crater was the strongest sight that I have ever seen. The way I think of it is as follows: a huge hole, very deep; in the middle of this enormous hole, a cone, the exact shape of an ice-cream cone turned upside down. It is from this little cone that all the action comes. Our guide took us down about twenty-five feet into the large hole; hut at this moment, the cone shot some stones into the air. and we made a l»ee line dive for the outside. The guide showed us small holes that were still warm from the last eruption. He had small bottles which contained the different kinds of ashes from the last eruption, and I succeeded in getting my father to buy one. After seeing everything we could, we went down, stopping at the base of the mountain at the hotel owned by “Thomas Cook and Son.” We all agreed that it had been a worth while trip. Hf.nrv Rizzinj. '27.