Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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32 THE QUIVER ALL MY RABBITS DIED The sun was just ) eering over the hill when 1 jumped out of tod. dressed, rushed to the stairs, and. to make sure of losing no time, jumped on the banisters and soon reached the kitchen. I ate my breakfast, not knowing whether 1 ate cereal, chinaware, or tablecloth. My heart was beating rapidly, for this was the day of days. 1 had looked forward to it since almost the first day we had come to the country. Dad was going to bring from the city today my beloved playmates, Jerry and Salic. I went out in search of Elton to remind him what day it was. 1 found him in the old. dried-up apple tree. 1 fe was sitting astride the lowest branch, which was his fiery steed, “Lightning,” on whose back I, as the Princess Margaret, had ridden behind the told Sir Uiwrenee often. When we played that game, we used our middle names, as Elton thought they sounded totter with such noble titles. That is how he came to to- the told Sir Law-rence, and I, Princess Margaret, whom he always rescued from the horrible dragon. This morning I saw that Elton was anxious to rescue me for the hundreth time. After finding that I had no intention of being rescued, he had his faithful horse trample over me. and thereafter paid not the slightest attention to me. I went and sat on a log at the other end of the orchard. Like the faithful dog he is, Polar, panting with the heat, came before me, watching me with his sad, big eyes. 1 talked to him. and he listened attentively, sometimes letting his big tail flop heavily up and down against the grass. None too soon the morning passed. The afternoon went by much more slowly than the morning. The toys were busy wrestling to see who would have to yell “()uch!” first. Mother had gone to the city, and Sis was spending the afternoon with a friend. I missed Sis very much because when I did not know what else to do. I found it great fun to tease her until she was angry enough to chase me out of the house. Finally, Mother came home, and, after making sure that the tox of candy was not going to to opened until after we bad eaten supper, I sat on the front step with Polar, waiting for Dad. Soon, however. Mother called me in. and while 1 was setting the table. I heard Polar’s welcoming bark, and knew Jiulong longed-for had arrived. I opened the big box with the screened openings, and sure enough, there were Sally and Jerry, both of whom had grown thin from lonesomeness. Pink-eyed Salacia, with her snow white fur. and Nigger Jeremiah, with his silky black coat, were my rabbit playmates. The reckless lerrv made friends with everybody, but the timid Sally had and wanted no friends but Dad and me. In the city, Jerry and Sally lived in the very back of our back yard. The little house sat at one end of their little, grassless yard, which had a wire fence around, above, and tolow it, for. like the rest of their family. Sally and Jerry enjoyed making tunnels. When we went to the country, Les had built a temporary home for them. The house was a soap box. and the small, grassy yard had a fence around and above it. but. alas! not tolow it. I s had not thought it necessary to put a fence underground, and 1 bad foolishly agreed.

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THE QUIVER M over, Johnny and Janies Vose were the only competitors. Suddenly Johnny, much to his dismay, heard a skip in the motor. He hojiped out of his seat and leaned over the hood, endangering his life for the honor of the school. Having remedied the defect, he settled down in his seat and forced the throttle open. Soon he had caught up with Vose and was leaving him liehind; suddenly, however. Vose gave an amazing burst of speed, and caught up with Johnny. Johnny set the throttle to the limit, and left Vose liehind so far that liefore he knew it he had won the race. Johnny had saved the day for Woonsocket High School. Alfred King, '2 ). BABY Kings may come and kings may go. And nations rise and fall; But Babv, with his sunny smiles. Is ruler of us all. The roses gave him ruby lips. The starry skies, his eyes : The sweetest song in this wide world Within his laughter lies. Adeline Burgess. '27. A GLIMPSE OF BEAUTY When one wishes beauty. He looks toward the west. At the time of sunset When the world looks best. With clouds sailing by On a deep sea of gray. As the world goes to sleep. At the close of the day. Julia Feeley, ’28.

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THE QUIVER 33 The first few clays, Jerry and Sally were l usy getting acquainted with their new home. However, one day soon after the newness and the grass began to wear away, they l)ored their way out and hopped alxjut the yard. We put them back and filled up as much of the hole as we could. That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, 1 heard a dog running and barking in the yard. I shivered, for I knew what was happening. I jumped out of bed, put on my shoes, and went to wake the three hoys. After putting their shoes on, the lwys went downstairs and out of doors. I followed them. Dad was already out there. The night was very dark and damp. The five of us, with solemn faces and shivering bodies, marched about the yard in search of the missing rabbits. Suddenly, Elton shouted, “Quick! The rabbits are under the porch! We ran to the porch. Just as I was crawling under, something whizzed by me. and I felt the soft fur of a rabbit and the sleek coat of a dog brush against my cheek. When 1 got to my feet, Dad told me to go in. and I knew from the tone of his voice that he had found both rabbits—dead. The boys sent home the murderer, the neighbor’s dog. howling almost as loudly as 1 was. It was raining. The funeral was over. I sat in the attic listening to the pitter-j atter of the rain drops on the roof, and fell asleep thinking it was the pitter-patter of the hopping feet of pink-eyed' Salacia and Nigger Jeremiah. Adeline Burgess, '17, GLORIOUS MORNING! Wake! ’Tis morning! Feel it breathing! Sending fragrance fresh and sweet From the wood glens. From the gardens. Casting glories at your feet. Hark! Tis morning! Birds are calling. As they flit from tree to tree, “Bright good-morning! “Bright good-morning! They are happy! They are free! See! ’Tis morning! Glorious longing Glorious longing Just to grasp one glitt’ring beam, As it dances. As it prances, ()’er the hillside, down the stream. Adeline Burgess, '27.