Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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20 THE GOLDEN-ROD Now I saw in my Dream that They came presently to a Wood, called the Forest of Sudden Death. And the Hijackers took Rum-Runner and Plugged him in the Dome, and left him there. So I saw that Rum-Run- ner came to his end. And I awoke from my Dream, and lo! it was but a Dream. But I heard a Great Noise of many feet, for the Cops were raiding the Place. So I left by the Back Door as they came in the Front. TO DIET To diet, or not to diet: that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The pangs and darts of underfed body Or to take forks against a sea of foods And by opposing end them. To diet; to reduce. No more: and by reducing, to say we end The clumsiness and the thousand discomforts That so much flesh is heir to; ’tis a con- summation Devoutly to be wished. To diet, to reduce. To reduce; perchance to be undernourished; ay. there’s the rub! For in that reduction what illnesses may come When we have entered on a strict period of fasting Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long diet; For who would bear the sight of forbidden food. The juicy chocolate, the creamy ice. The crisp potato chip, the frosted cup cake. The delectable sweets and pastries Which the thin the fat delight to tease with. When he himself might eat and eat Of their refreshment? Who would abstain from sweets To long for and desire under a no-sweet diet. But that the dread of gaining more flesh That greatly-to-be-dreaded condition Which no person wishes, strengthens the will pow'r. And makes us rather bear the flesh we have Than gain more that we do not want of? Thus fear does make strong the will of all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is made more great with the imagination And cakes that tempt and beckon With this regard their currants turned awry. And lose their toothsome temptation. Ruth Darr. A Complete Music Store for music lovers and musi- cians where all Foreign and American music is always available. A charge account gladly opened for the convenience of all of our patrons. The Boston Music Co.. 116 Boylston St.. Boston. Mass. PLYMOUTH ROCK ICE CREAM Is Served at our Cafeteria IT’S GOOD FOR THE, CHILDREN

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THE PLUG-UGLY’S PROGRESS Bringing the Pilgrim up to Date With many apologies to John Banyan. By Joe Bunion S I roamed the streets and alleys of the Great City, I came to a certain place where was a Den the Cops hadn’t closed. I entered there, and called for the Pipe and the Drug. And I laid me down, and dreamed a Dream. I saw in my Dream a Man, and the Man was sitting in the seat of a Truck. The man was not driving, but looked at a paper in his hand, and as he looked he bewailed loudly. And as he was thus lamenting, a man called Devilish came up, and asked him why he cried. Said the man. I have here an or- der to deliver this Load of Bootleg to Joe Speakprop in the City of Law- lessness, and I don’t know how to get to his place. Then said Devilish, Do you see that Bridge? No, said the man. Do you see that Stop Light? said Dev- ilish. I think so, said he. Then fol- low the Light and cross the Bridge, said Devilish, and turn rght. At the Wicked Gate you will be told what to do. So Rum-Runner, for that was the man’s name, thanked Devilish and started. And I saw in my Dream that he had not gone many miles when, behold! the Truck became stuck fast in mud. Rum-Runner shifted to Low, but the Wheels spun. He threw her in Reverse, but the Truck didn’t move. He got out and pushed, but still the Truck would not move. And just when he was de- spairing of ever her getting out, I saw that a man named Sucker ap- proached. And seeing the Truch in the mud, he got a Team of Horses and pulled it out. And Sucker said, How art thou come to be in that place, which we call the Slough of Filth? Said Rum-Runner, T was directed this way by a man named Devilish, but truly I know not how 1 fell in the Slough. And Sucker said. There is a hard Road even through the midst of the Slough, but it is narrow, and often men lose it because of Darkness or Dizziness of the Head from Drink- ing. After some further talk Rum-Run- ner went on his way, and before long came to the Wicked Gate. And I saw that a Keeper came out, and said. By what right do you come? I know Joe, said Rum-Runner. So the Gate was opened to him, and the Keeper gave him directions, and asked about his Journey. Then Rum-Runner continued again. And I saw in my Dream that he came to a High Hill, the which he climbed in Low. Then going down the other side, he heard a loud noise; and be- hold! when he got out he found a Flat Tire. So he prepared him for a Struggle, and Wrestled with the Flat Tire for a long time. But in the end he prevailed, and went once more on his journey. And I saw that Rum-Runner was coming to a narrow Valley, and one side of the road was a Ditch and the other a Pit. And across the Road at that Place was a Car, and in the Car were some men, called Hijack- ers. Now Rum-Runner saw the Car, but increased his speed, for he thought by ramming it to get by. But he saw that the Hijackers had a Sub-Machine Gun, and he was pre- vailed on to stop. Seeing him stop, the Hijackers boarded the Truck. And when they poked a Revolver in his Ribs, he was constrained to go with them. So Rum-Runner was bound and put in the Car, and a Hijacker took his Truck.

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ALEXANDER’S TRIAL By Rita Doane UST where the edge of the wood began, in a little clearing, is a lonely, di- lapidated house. On the tenth day of June, 1902, a muscular woman stood at the door of the house, overlooking the vast extent of the valley. She saw the vast fields of summer grains and cornstalks, that were moved to and fro by the breeze. The woman knew that soon her son would return. That was why she watched so anxiously a speck that seemed to near the house. To make doubly sure she brought to bear an old spyglass, whose principal lens was cracked entirely through and gave her a smoky view of the road. Now she was entirely certain that her son, who had been three weeks absent, was coming home. Binzy, the house-dog, which had been watching her, seemed to know it, too, perfectly well; for, as the woman turned from her survey through the glass, his canine body developed a degree of wriggling friskiness, of which the grave old dog seemed half ashamed. He whined, and walked about the door- yard for a few moments, then gave iiis mistress a long, steady look, and seemingly satisfied with what he read in her face, jumped over the fence and started down the road into the valley at a full run. The woman knew that three or four hours must yet elapse before Alexander and Binzy would come along the path together, tired by their long tramp up from the valley. She thought and waited, as lonely mothers think and wait for absent sons. At about four o’clock a young, dark-eyed man, followed by the dog, came up the road and to the house. “Heigho, mother; all well?” was his greeting. The woman’s greeting was only, “How do you do, Alexan- der?” There was no show of senti- ment, not even a handshake; but a bright look in the man’s face, and a tremor in the voice of the woman conveyed the impression that these plain people felt a great deal more than they expressed. Two hours passed by, and after supper, the neighbors, who had seen Alexander and the dog come up the road, dropped in for a talk with “master Alexander,” as Alexander was called by his friends. Soon the inquiry was made, “Where did you leave your cousin Herman?” Alexander had taken his cousin Herman, who lived in town, with him upon his last trip, and hence the question. But Alexander did not answer the question directly. He seemed trou- bled and unhappy about it. He final- ly acknowledged that he and Her- man had not agreed, and that high words and blows had passed between them, adding that his cousin had finally left him and gone away in a huff, he knew not where, but some- where into the pineries of Canada. He declared, getting warm in his recollection of the quarrel, that he “didn’t care a darn” where Herman went, anyway. A month passed. It was July; Cousin Herman did not return. But certainly strange stories came from Canada, and reached the dwellers along the valley road. No Cousin Herman had been seen in the piner- ies; but just across the Canadian line, at the mouth of Fish River, where the sloops were moored to re- ceive their lading of lumber, a bruised, swollen, festering corpse had risen and floated in the glare of a hot July sun. The boatmen res- cued it, and buried it upon the shore. They described it as the body of a hale, vigorous young man, agreeing in height, size, and appearance with Cousin Herman.