Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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10 THE GOLDEN-ROD Look what John W. Wilson orig- inated. Either The Editor pumped him too hard or he is in love. “Battleship Kate”: “You Done Me Dirt,” “You Rascal You,” “You Told Me That You Loved Me,” “But You Told Him, Too.” “You Used to Be” “My Every- thing,” but now “What Do I Care for You,” because “When I’m With You I’m Lonesome.” “When We Are Alone” “Together” “I Get Those Weary Blues.” “I Suppose I Was Mistaken in You.” You had “Me” “Kneeling at Your Altar of Love,” but now “It’s Over” “You Made Me Cry.” “Was That the Human Thing to Do?” Yours was a “Come Easy, Go Easy Love.” “Remember” “Life Is Just a Bowl of Cherries,” “Even Though” “The Thrill Is Gone.” “Disappointed,” “Little Joe.” The answer to this amazing piece of work will be published in the next issue. Watch for it. Mr. Bridges to Francis Lindberg: “Be quiet or there will be another Lindberg baby missing.” Why doesn’t the Discus Thrower heave the darned thing and get it over with? He: “Do you believe in prepared- ness?” She: “I wouldn’t mind being in arms.” There was a young fellow named Reed Who drove a big car at top speed. But a car came one day Prom the opposite way— Now the angels will have to take heed. Robert Jordan Heard at the Senior Reception “What a surprise to see you in a tux. Did you rent it?” “No, but every time I stooped over T thought it would.” The caterpillar crawls around on his stomach, but the bedbug ain’t so particular. The following are some hitherto unknown facts on the World War: Germany was given fifteen days to excavate all the land on the left bank of the Rhine. The airplane enabled the Germans to boom Tours. There was a boy named Pete Who took great care of his feet. But when at a dance He was taking a chance And they bounced him out in the street. It was not an act of chivalry Xor yet the fear of scorn; He offered her his street car seat To keep her off his corn. D. McLaughlin Here is proof that even the teach- ers make mistakes. Recently Miss Goudey wrote on a note “Bully hoo,” meaning of course------------. We think it is about time that somebody answered the appeal of the Indian. Walkovers make good shoes; ba- nanas good slippers. PICKEREL FISHING Brownie Whitehead I wade along the pond's calm shore. And cast into its mystic depth. With all its unforgotten lore. And wait with baited hook and breath. I play just where the pickerel lurk My pole with hook and line so free: Splash! A tug! I give one jerk, And lo. my fish is in a tree. The study of chlorine gas is strangulating, as well as interesting. Ask any chem student. Teacher: “Where is Cologne?” Pupil: “In the bottle.”

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12 THE GOLDEN-ROD THROUGH A SUB’S EYES The Short, Short Story By ED. GOODMAN “Oh, I always knew that you had to have a drag to get on one of Coach Jones’s teams, anyway. Why did I ever come out for basketball? Look at Dick Smith floundering around out there in my position. Why doesn’t the coach send me in? What’s that, Coach, you want me? Oh. you want me to get the first aid kit in the locker room? Oh, no, Coach. I wasn’t swearing under my breath.” (Intermission is over and the second half begins.) “Gee, it seems as though the coach is looking at me. What's that, Coach, you want me? Oh, you want to see Robinson in back of me? Look at that, he’s sending in that third string substitute. I always thought that the coach was cockeyed and now I know it. I know 1 shouldn’t be thinking this, but I wish some- body would get hurt out there so that I could strut my stuff. Wouldn’t Pa be proud of me if I should come home with a great big sweater with a red “A” emblazoned on the front. And won’t Mary Smith be proud of her big athlete? Is that Ma and Pa up in the stands or are my eyes de- ceiving me? Is that the Coach look- ing at me? It is. Go in in place of Smith? Okay. Gee, I always knew that the Coach was a good fellow. He certainly knows his stuff.” And substitute Jimmy Johnson went out on the floor and gave his all for good old Abadaba while half a score of substitutes watched, with dreams of their winning games for the old alma mater written all over their faces, meanwhile cursing the Coach, team, and everybody in gen- eral. And ’twill ever be thus. Continued from Page 1« truchio had not seen before. He promptly declared it looked disas- trous on her and commanded her to take it off. Just as promptly Kath- erina took off the hat. The guests, though impressed, laughed and joked at Katherina’s submissiveness. “My dear, it’s silly,” said Marie, lighting a cigaret in a foot-long holder, “to let your husband have such complete control over every- thing you say or do.” “It’s a wife’s duty,” said Katherina coolly, “to love, honor and obey her husband.” Petruchio smiled to himself and set down another score for himself. Riding home through the night dusk Petruchio and Katherina were silent. The round, yellow moon hung above them in the wide heaven. Presently Petruchio said, “How bright the moon is.” “Yes,” said Katherina. Petruchio smiled down at her. “You’re sure it’s the moon?” “Oh, yes,” said Katherine, smiling back at him. Petruchio found it necessary at that moment to stop the car and put his arm around his wife. “Now,” he said, “protest if you dare.” “I don’t,” replied Katherina, so consequently was promptly kissed. TWILIGHT Just to see birds homeward flying. And to hear the forest sighing Because the sunset's dying. When it’s twilight. Just to hear the wavelets babble On each tiny stone and pebble; Sound like a bluebird’s treble Just at twilight. Just when stars begin to quiver, And a rising moon gleams on the river. Would that it would last forever But it’s only twilight. Frances L. Carlson. LIZZIE’S GANG I just love my Aunt Liz-zie, When she comes with her familie: Cousin Clarence—ain’t he cute Tearing up my school note book? Then there’s Sis—into my room She strolls, and everything goes boom! Powders, perfumes—what a mess! But this is just the life. I guess. Uncle Daniel—he’s a peach! Always trying to make a speech. None of them have manners, gee! What’s that in a familie? Don’t this show’ just what a pang Is left when Liz goes with her gang? Dee Burr.