Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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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.

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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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34 THE QUIVER THE HELPMEET Recently I have lx en reading alxmt my ancestors. An interesting one was Samuel Moselv, a happy-go-lucky fellow and very prosperous. When it entered his odd head that a helpmeet would l e in order, he applied to a farmer in the neighboring town for the hand of one of his daughters. “W hat!” said the old gentleman. “You want a wife? W hat on earth would you do with one?” “Why,” returned the young man. straightening to his full six feet. “1 can almost support myself, and it is a mighty ]xx r woman who couldn’t help a little.” The daughter lxvame Mrs. Samuel. A few years later, after her husband's death, a friend suggested that she procure a stone for his grave. She replied. “Wal. now. I reckon if the Lord wants him in the day of judgment, lie can find him without a guideboard. When the old lady came to her death lied. she was visited by the minister. who, after other questions, asked her if she had made her peace with God. She looked astonished. “I don’t remember as the Lord and I ever had any difficulty.” she said. Doris Pease. '27. WHISKERS My great weakness, so 1 have been told, is my passion for dogs—dogs and more dogs. Ever since 1 was big enough to desire } ets, 1 longed for a dog. hut Fate decreed otherwise. Mother had all she could do to bring up five active children, without taking upon herself the training of a pup. She gave us rabbits to care for, hut they never could quite fill the place that 1 had in my heart for dogs. Consequently, whenever I met a friendly-looking dog on the street. 1 would pat him and coax him to follow me. Poor Mother! What a trial 1 was to her! She never knew, when she gazed out of the window, whether she would see me walking with a beautiful collie, or strolling along with an ugly mongrel of the streets; leading a good-natured dog, or being pursued by a too-ardent canine friend. Somehow, she always seemed to lx waiting for me to outgrow this passion, but. I am sorry to say. she is still waiting. ()n this particular day. as I was making my way home from school, I was thinking of a dog alxmt which I had just been reading. Suddenly. I noticed one coming toward me with a woe-l egone air. I remembered Mother’s advice about picking up acquaintances with strangers whom I met on the street. Hut.'' I thought, “she would not mind my speaking to this poor dog. because he is so sad. and. apparently, lost, or in trouble of some kind.'' With this reasoning of my mind, which exactly coincided with the dictates of my heart. I called softlv to the little dog. coaxing him in gentle