Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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10 THE GOLDEN-ROD Ken nodded, mutely, then brightened. “Well, fellows,” he replied, “it will only be for one night. Not till Saturday, and this is only Wednesday. A lot can hap- pen in four days.” He was right. A lot can happen in four days. II A sudden hush fell over the room as the “Shun-them-four” entered the tea room. Pretty girls nodded at each other, as they realized that here, before them, were the famous four woman haters of Red- wood College. The four fellows, as if ignorant of the quickened heart-beats their coming caused among the feminine occupants, crossed the floor four abreast, and came to a halt at the table where tea was being served. “Aren’t they wonderful!” one girl gasped, and instantly all eyes were focused on her. She blushed and en- deavored to hide her discomfiture. The four, however, seemed deaf to the remark. Then, a voice behind them: “Fellows, just a minute.” They turned around and confronted Charlie. With him was a very attractive Miss, with curly golden hair and large blue eyes. “This is my cousin. Miss Star. Diane, meet the four Shylocks. They stay shy of golden locks as well as other feminine tresses. The four club members bowed grave1}' and whispered a suitable rejoinder. Ken was devoutly praying that she wasn’t one of those girls who haltingly lisp baby-talk. P ruce sincerely hoped she wasn’t one of those gushing women he’d read so much about. Bobby hoped she didn’t have a squeaky voice. Bill was silently praying, but he didn’t know why. Then she spoke, in a soft, musical voice. “How do you dor” Four sighs of relief were heaved in unison. Four faces were wreathed in smiles. They chatted merrily for a few min- utes. Then Bruce recalled an important engagement. “I’m sorry, Miss Star, but I’m afraid I’ll have to leave. I’d be thrilled, how- ever, if you’ll play a set of tennis with me this afternoon. Could you?” The girl hesitated, glancing at Charlie. Charlie returned the glance without a flicker of his evelids. “I’ll be delighted, Mr. Beldon.” “It’s a go, then. At four.” Ken bowed gravely, and announced his immediate departure. “How about a swim, Miss Star? In the outdoor pool at seven?” “Thank you. Mr. Waring. I’ll love it.” “And could you have dinner with me at eight?” Diane smiled at Bobby. “Yes,” she replied, her eves dancing, “I could.” “And how about a walk with me at nine?” Bill urged. “I’ll be thrilled!” she promised. Outside, the four woman haters looked at each other. “A knockout!” Bruce exclaimed. And the other three agreed. Ill “Congratulations, Miss Star, you’re a fine player.” “No. Mr. Beldon, I’m not at all. But you are a good sport. Letting me win—” Bruce flushed. “Now. Miss Star, I didn’t let you win. You simply outplayed me.” Diane smiled, knowingly. “Anyway, Mr. Beldon, I like you very much. And you are a skilled tennis player.” He smiled at the small, upturned face, and the slim arms swinging the racquet. “I wish you’d call me—Bruce,” he ven- tured. daringly. The blue eyes smiled at him. “Oh, how did you know that I wanted to?” she cried. “I love the name Bruce, don’t you?” Bruce kicked at a small pebble.

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THE GOLDEN-ROD 9 She swims steadily outward, driving before her a tidal wave which breaks on the Downer Landing shore, and beaches all the small boats there. Then the huge anchors arc dropped. What a lovely sight she is, a ship majestically floating, fes- tooned from bow to stern with brightly colored pennants and flags, a credit to the city in which she was designed, con- structed, and launched. Many well-known ships, including the seven-masted schooner Thomas W. Law- son, the airship carrier Lexington, and the cruiser Northampton, have been launched here. Quincy is indeed proud of her important industry. WOMAN HATERS Dorothy Ambler, June, 1930 ‘‘Drive all worn n from our door. For wc arc the 'shun them four,” To a party wc go stag— And a femme we never drag! Rah! Rah! Rah! The Woman Haters’ Club!” The four members of the aforemen- tioned club chanted their little ditty as they strode down the campus walk, arm in arm. The fame of their club had travelled far, and today—the first day of the Cam- pus Carnival—nearly every girl who was fortunate enough to have been invited was looking forward to meet the four Woman Haters of Redwood College. As the boys approached the dormitory, a hail greeted them. “Well, and where are the ‘prides of our fair college’ going?” Bruce Beldon, the tall, dark-haired football captain, salaamed deeply. “To the dining hall, my dear Charlie. We crave food.” “And plenty of it!” chimed in Bobby Galbraith, the chubby, blonde hockey star. “And how!” Ken Waring exclaimed, smiling in anticipation. “You bet!” Bill Travers added. “And where might the Honorable Charles be going?” “To meet my fair cousin, sir. I sup- pose there’s no use in trying to persuade you kind gentlemen to give one dance each to the lady, is there? You see,” he went on, seriously, “she’s a sub-deb. and has just finished ‘prep’ school. I thought you four might help me out. She’s been looking forward eagerly to the Prom, and I don’t want her to be disappointed. Will you help out?” The four Woman Haters looked at each other in surprise, then all glanced simul- taneously at their chum, Charles Kent. “Aw—Charlie,” Bruce began, “you know we haven’t any use for girls.” “But just this once, gang. She’s a peach, really! Awfully good-looking! I’ll give you my word for that.” Bruce frowned. “Nothing doing,” he answered solemn- ly. “We’re not having anything to do with any woman—pretty or otherwise!” “Don’t be a chump, Bruce. Gee! I’d do it for you—any time.” Bobby frowned. “Aw! I don’t see why girls have to come here, anyway. This is a man’s col- lege, not a finishing school for young ladies!” “She’ll only be here four days, and you won’t have to meet her till Saturday night. Aw—come on, gang!” Ken puckered his tan forehead. After all, Charlie was their fraternity brother. They owed something to him. “If we should do this—kindly notice the ‘if?—if we do, will you solemnly promise that you won’t shove her on us for the rest of the night?” Charlie breathed relievedly. “Sure, I’ll promise. Gee, you’re good scouts! I can take her to the teas and dinners, but I can’t dance with her all night. It wouldn’t be right.” “No,” Bobby admitted, “it wouldn’t.” As Charlie nodded and, smiling cheer- fully, continued on his way, Bill turned excitedly towards Ken. “Now—look what you’ve got us into! You poor, soft-hearted boob!” This last in accents of withering scorn.

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THE GOLDEN-ROD 11 “I never did—before ’ he whispered: “but when you say it, Diane, it sounds diderent, homehow!” “Does it, Bruce?” and the golden head was bent. Her voice seemed vibrant with emotion, though Bruce couldn’t see the twinkle in her eyes. “I’m glad, Bruce, so glad.” IV “Gosh, Diane, you’re a nifty swimmer. I never thought a girl could swim so well.” His tone implied that he hadn’t thought girls could do anything. Ken and Diane splashed with their feet as they sat on the edge of the pool. “You swim well, too, Ken,” Diane whispered. ‘ D' you real v think so?” Ken asked, eagerly. “I certainly do, Ken, and do you know, I think there’s something awfully patri- cian about you.” “Really?” “Yes, really,” and Ken felt an absurd desire to kiss that golden hair, glistening in the sunlight. V “Mn! That was delicious, Mr. Gal- braith.” Bobby’ smiled across at the golden- haired girl. “Let’s forget the conventions and use Christian names.” “Let’s, Bobby. How’s that?” “Great, Diane. You know, I think Diane is a beautiful name. Diane Star,” he mused. “The name was made for you.” “I’m glad you like it,” she whispered, huskily, as she bent her head. “I like you, too.” It was spoken softly, earnestly, and the girl’s fair skin was tinged with pink. “Oh, I’m so glad, for, you see, I like you, too.” VI “I’m falling in love with someone, some one girl—” “Oh. Mr. Travers, I didn’t know you could sing like that. You sing wonder- fully.” “I don’t—usually—but, you see, I have an inspiration now.” “Oh!” “Yes, you see, I’ve hitched my wagon to a star, and a golden star at that.” The girl hung her golden head. “You know, sometimes it’s dangerous to hitch your wagon to a star.” “Why?” “Sometimes another wagon’s hitched there first.” Bill frowned. “You know, you’re pretty, Diane.” “So I’ve been told.” “I like you.” “And I like you.” “Oh, gee!” Brown eyes smiled at blue. VII “I tell you, Charlie, you have to!” “Sure you do, Charlie. Gee! it’s not fair to give a fellow only one dance.” “Gosh, no! Aw, come on, Charlie, be a sport!” “I tell you, boys, it’s impossible!” ex- claimed Charlie. “All her dances are taken.” “Aw! yesterday you said—” “That was yesterday,” Charlie replied, significantly. “The fellows hadn’t seen her then. I gave you fellows first chance, and you had to be coaxed to take even one dance. Now you’re left, and who’s to blame?” “You are!” retorted four voices. “Well, of all the nerve!” “You certainly are!” Bruce cried. “If you’d showed us her picture, or told us about her, or—” “Well, I’ll be jiggered!” Then, to the four irate boys’ surprise, Charlie sat down and rocked with laughter.