Woonsocket High School - Quiver Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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SIEIPTVIEMIIBIEIR II II, IIQAIII Q -HQHE clock was striking eight as I timidly entered the doors of Woonsocket High School. A few early pupils were straggling along the corridor waiting for the eight- fifteen bell. I felt my heart sink as my eyes met their curious stares, but I soon regained my courage as their lips curved upward in welcoming grins. As I waited for Mr. Donlon, I watched the first few grow into a large group, congreaated mainly under Minnie, the statue facing the main entrance. As soon my natural curiosity over- came me, I wandered out into the cor- ridor to get acquainted with my com- panions for the coming year. The bulletin hoard seemed a popu- lar place so I wedged my way in to see what the main attraction was. I guess I pushed a little too hard for a tall boy turned around and snapped, Where do you think you're going, Budlu Then, suddenly, when he recognized me as the new exchange student, his voice changed and he offered to show me around the school. As my new found friend and I walked around the building, we heard cries of oh, look who I've got! in varyA ing tones. I wondered what these North American teachers were like. When the eight-fifteen hell sounded, I left my new amigo with a date to have lunch with him. Then I walked into Mr. Donlon's office to he officially welcomed and assigned to a room. EARLY BIRDS

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SIEIWVIEMIBIER ll II II9-Qlll NOT A THING TO READ Our l.lbr1ry HAT We con not know ot hrst hond obout our South Amen con nelghbors We should seek to leorn through dlhgent reodmg obove C111 we must os we reod cultlvote on open n'11nd ond on understondmg heort 10 TALKING THINGS OVER Mass Muriel McFee Dean of Gnrls