Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN-ROD 7 “SKIPPY’S” LAMENT Dorothy M. Ayers, June, 1930 Fv’ryonc’s always laughin’ at me, They say I’m as funny as funny can be; But I’m not; No, I'm not, I’m just being Me. NATURE’S MOODS Dorothy Anderson, June, 1932 Again the soft and fluffy flakes did fall; They came so very fast they formed a squall. They fell so soft and were a downy white. The earth spread o’er with covering so light. Then suddenly the wind began to blow; It seemed as if it never had blown so. At once the rain in torrents did come down, It washed the streets so clean all through the town. The clouds soon parted, and the sun broke through, And heaven’s own skies shone forth in azure blue. “THE FUTURE” Helen Souden The future looms before me. So great and yet so small; I stand without life’s portals, Outside the future’s hall. My vision tries to enter Its sacred door of gold. But, as they seek, a curtain Falls dimly in soft fold; It covers up the future W ith mists of hope and doubt; The door is open; voices call. Yet still I stand without. I try to leave fate’s hallway With mysteries that it brings. W hen from within the temple A clear bell faintly rings. It summons back my footsteps, Commands my listening ears, Then whispers through the curtain The secret of my years. But yet I do not hear it. For ’tween the bell and me There hangs that silent image, Like floating ghosts set free. They are my former being That comes from out the past, And on the unknown future Grey, veiling shadows cast. EVERYBODY’S TALKING Helene Johnson Good evening, folks of the radio audi- ence! Once more we bring you the pro- gram of Amos ’n’ Andy, but before we meet them tonight, we have something special for you. Tonight, through the courtesy of the station to which you are listening, we will present a longer program. For seme time we have been receiving letters, in the form of bouquets and brick- bats, one might say, but mostly bouquets, I am glad to announce, in regard to these two pals of the air. So this evening I am going to read you a few of these letters, and I trust you will not grow impatient. Some of them are very amusing. Here goes for the first: Dear Mr. Announcer: I cannot allay my ecstasy any longer; I must tell you what I think of your fine broadcasts. Amos ’n’ Andy are, to me, two of the most real people I have heard over the radio for quite a while, especially Amos. He cries and moans around that taxicab office so realistically that I cannot help but feel sorry for him. I can sym- pathize with him, too, at his loss of Ruby Taylor, for his case is similar to mine. My own girl friend has gone home to visit her parents, and, believe me, each minute seems like a year. But I can laugh. Look at the way the boys twist and “murder the King’s Eng- lish.” I don’t see how anyone could help enjoying them. Sincerely yours. Well, folks, how did you like that oner Pretty good, eh: Let’s see, here’s another. Looks like a youngster’s handwriting, and you should see the spelling! But I know you’ll enjoy it. Here it is:

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Literary “Skippy’s” Lament. Nature’s Moods The Future Everybody’s Talking Launching at Fore River Shipyard Woman Haters June The Isle of My Desire Gloomy Grange By Candle Light Why Boys Leave Home The Sparks . The Fog. My First Sweetheart Captain Norton’s Automobile Editorials .... Our School Magazine Be Yourself . Soliciting Rides Golden Rod . The Radio News Alumni Exchange Athletics Jokes Art Contributors Gertrude Borne, June, 1931 Anita Carrera, June, 1930 Catherine Erickson, February, 1931 Fred George, February, 1931 Watson Leitch, June, 1931 Robert Norton, June, 1931 Signe Siitonen, February, 1930 Dorothy M. Ayers Dorothy Anderson . Helen Souden Helene Johnson Helen Peck Dorothy Amblea . William Lord . William Lord Dorothy Squire Edith Donde . Robert Owens Marjorie Mitchell Marjorie Mitchell . Helen Sweetser Hollis Burton Engley 7 7 7 7 8 9 12 12 12 14 15 16 16 16 17 18 18 18 18 19 19 20 25-29 32 44

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8 THE GOLDEN-ROD Dear Mr. Announcer: Dear Sir, I hope you’ll excuse my writing, ’cause I’m only small, but I got somethin’ to tell you. I listen to Amos ’n’ Andy every night, and they’re swell. But last night I almost cried ’cause I just lost my dog, too, and I can’t find him nowhere, and when that man came to take the dorg away from Amos, I felt sorry for him, Amos I mean, ’cause I no how I felt when I lost my dorg, but I hope I’ll find him but don’t forget to tell those fellows I like ’em awfully and I wouldn’t miss listening to them for nothing. Sincerely yours very truly Joe. There, folks, I knew you’d like it. Ah, but not every letter is like the two you have just heard. Here is one postmarked — well, I can’t read the stamp, but maybe we’ll find out in the letter itself: My Dear Mr. Announcer: I hope you will pardon me if I may seem a bit rude, but I must tell you what I think of your program. It is fairly good, but the way in which the characters talk is atrocious. Shocking! Why must they talk that way: I am a teacher of English in the High School here, and I must say that my classes are becoming simply dreadful. Why, with everyone saying, “Uh, oh, Ah’s regusted!” it’s enough to drive one crazy. Can’t some- thing be done to change the vocabulary of those two men: I am sure it is having a lasting destructive effect on the language of the boys and girls of this High School. ery truly yours, I can’t say as I blame this lady much, folks, but you know the old saying, “A little humor now and then is relished by the best of men.” But so much for the letters, folks. Tonight we have a surprise in store for you. Ah! I can see you all sitting for- ward in your chairs and pricking up your ears. Well you may, for let me tell you, folks, this is some surprise. Ruby Taylor has returned from Chi- cago and of course the boys, plus Madam Queen, Kingficsh, and the Battle Axe, are planning a party in her honor. We find the boys in the taxicab office now, talking it all over. Here they are! LAUNCHING AT FORE RIVER SHIPYARD Helen Peak, February, 1932 The principles of getting a vessel into the water haven’t changed since vessels were first launched, but science has so regulated and improved upon these prin- ciples that the element of chance is reduced to a minimum. The launching of a modern ship is so prepared that the builders can tell pre- cisely how she is going to act. If she was built with an inclination of eleven-six- teenths of an inch to the foot, the launch- ing ways are given the same inclination. If the weight of the vessel is about 2,500 tons, the pressure upon the ways is about three tons to the square foot. A minia- ture launching is held the day before, making sure of the true figures. If the test launching proves a success, you may be sure the real launching will be. At noon all work in the yards is sus- pended. and only the employees getting the ship into the water are busy. Usually at 2.30, the christening party ascends a stand built at the vessel’s bow. Friends of the ship’s owner and officers of the shipbuilding company comprise the party. During the next fifteen minutes the workmen loosen the stays with their mal- lets. First there is a quiver, then a more violent tremor, and the space between the hull and the stand becomes a noticeable gap. The workmen scuttle from under the ship. Just as the bottle of champagne is smashed across the bow, with a dignified motion and an irresistible momentum the boat sweeps on its way. Longfellow de- scribes this dramatic instant: “And see; she stirs! She starts.—she moves.—she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel. And. spurning with her foot the ground. With one exulting, joyous bound She leaps into the ocean’s joyous arms!”