Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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The last issue of the “Goldenrod” pleased us greatly. I will be delight- ed to comment on it. We have a Year Book very similar and I have it right before me for reference. Mm------let’s see. I like the frontispiece. That’s a fine-looking ship and its cargo is a significant thought. Makes me feel sort of sniffly; next year it will be “Bon Voyage” for our class. Simple and interesting arrange- ment of class pictures. And those nicknames! Might be exciting (to say the least) to meet Dynamite Crowe and Gigolo Weston. ... I like to read such an original class will. The class census is also well developed. . . . May want to borrow a few books from that “striking” library. It’s been a long time since I have read such a fine story as “The Bog.” Congratulations to Lewis Santacross for creating a vivid, gripping story. There are few higher aims today that breaking down that racial prej- udice which undoubtedly exists. Per- haps most of us look down on the negro. I think it is almost natural. But old Sam’s courage and self-sac- rifice were superb. “The Bog” shows us that though the negro’s skin is dark, his character may be as white as that of any lighter complexioned man. The book as a whole I found more than interesting. It is well put to- gether and cleverly illustrated. If you have a boys’ hockey team, no matter how inexperienced, I advise advertising it. Perhaps this is re- garded as a minor sport but it’s fast rivaling the major ones. Of course, the proper facilities are necessary. We merely noticed there was no mention of it in your athletic de- partment. The “Goldenrod” is one of our favorite exchanges. Every staff of- ficer enjoys it a great deal. We are looking forward to the next issue and hope to receive one soon. Sincerely yours, (Signed) MARIE SIMPSON, Exchange Editor.

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LE’S PAGE i mw mmwmww wwm You may think we’re awful dubs Hut we still please the women’s clubs. r w w WAWAW M PRICE—ANYTHING BUT A PANSY Golden Rod W ns National Award 1200 SCHOOL CHILDREN ATTEND CONVEN- TION AT COLUMBIA On Friday evening, February 12, Admiral Byrd spoke to a capacity group, many of them students, con- cerning his recent Antarctic expedi- ( tion. If there had been a little more 1 snow during those cold windy days last month and a few penguins strolling about we would have gained that South Pole effect while going over to the Coddington school. PEBSONALITIES AMI OTHER- WISE According to the Literary Digest we’ll soon be able to hist” one foot up on the rail and put away three fingers of rye before a history test. Our worthy instructors attended a lecture on The Philosophy of Life” a short time ago. Mr. Wilson thought that it was the best that he had ever heard, but he thought that Christmas : pageant was the best that he had ever seen, too. Did you ever notice how the Brew- er brothers emerge from the mist when they get on the dance floor? And what a handsome gigolo “dat liddle debbil” Gordon Lamb would make. Hotter than Mussolini in a checkered suit! And then there are those dances in the gym before games. During our casual observation all we could think of was Sophie Tucker singing “Dear Old Pal o’ Mine.” I wonder why everyone leaves after the dances? I wonder! Wouldn't you like to know who R. Putnam’s big moment is? Believe it or not Marian Kiki” Roberts, no less. AS THE GAVEL COM ES DOWN The Page and Stage Club has be- come an entirely dramatic organiza- tion. In place of speakers, all of their time during meetings in the near future will be devoted to the pro- duction and writing of plays. Can . you picture that one is now in preparation to be given before the | school? With the aid of the helpful | suggestions that they have received i from various speakers concerning scenery, costumes and management, they should exceed their previous success, and we can look forward to a pleasant assembly. Incidentally, the June graduation will reduce the membership to half its present size. Emotional sophomores are greatly in demand. Do you dream of bygone days? Are you an idealistic soul? If so, Miss Raycroft and the Poetry Club will welcome you with open arms. Club meetings are devoted to the discussion and study of the writing of poetry. If you can get a B in English and a recommendation from a teacher, your troubles are over— until you start to read “L'Allegro,” II Penseroso,” et cetera. The Spanish Club has continued its dramatic activities. Three plays. Un Norte Americano en M ico,” Barba Azul” (a puppet show), and En el Cafe Imperial.” were given by twen- ty-five of the club members at the Boston Spanish Club Friday evening, April 1. Sixinish songs were sung by Vincent Del Gallo. Eleven new members were admit- ted to the Thalia Club at the initia- tion held March IS, and 'twas a gala time—seems if. The club has been inactive during the past few months because of lack of available meeting places and suitable speak- ers. but with the more complete or- ganization. it's hard to tell what will happen. If you don’t wear trousers, you can now get into the Girls’ Club for a tenth of a dollar. Whije prosper- ity is hunting for a corner, every- thing is coming down. Why, you can even buy bath mats at Ray- mond’s now for a quarter. There is no hemstitching club or we would tell you about it. The eighth annual convention of the Columbia Scholastic Press As- sociation was held at Columbia Uni- ' versity in New York City on March 10, 11. and 12, 1932. Quincy Senior High School was represented for the first time at these contests by Ar- thur R. Peel, present editor-in-chief of the Golden Rod.” Newspapers, magazines, and annuals from all parts of the United States and its Territorial Possessions were judged as to merit, general appearance, ar- rangement. et cetera. The Golden Rod” rated one of the seventeen first places in an enrollment of more than 1500 senior high school maga- zines, which is certainly an enviable a ccom pi ish me n t. During the general sessions at the convention, such prominent speakers were heard as Dr. Lawrence M. Gould, second in command of the Byrd Expedition; George Palmer Putnam, publisher: Mr. Frazer Hunt, broadcaster over Station WBZ. on Great Personalities:” Mr. .1. Donald Adams. Editor of The New York Times Book Review.” Sectional meetings were also held at which exi erienced supervisors discussed in detail individual production problems. The delegates terminated their visit to Columbia by attending the matinee performance of the Varsity Show. How Revolting” — and so, boys and girls, that is how our local Mag made good. You ought to be proud of your school magazine and the staff re- sponsible for its success. Now that your magazine is out in front, keep it there by co-operation with the editors.

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27 THE GOLDEN-ROD This letter is an example of the many received in the Exchange De- partment, and show the type of criticism sent out. We have a total of fifty-six exchanges. Fifteen let- ters have been sent out since the last issue, and eighteen magazines received. Our venture in writing let- ters has proved successful, and we hope they will continue coming in. We acknowledge receipt of the following: “The Hebronite,” Hebron College and Academy, Hebron, Nebraska. “The Imp,’ Brighton High School, Brighton, Massachusetts. “The Broadcaster,” Joseph Kohn High School of Commerce for Girls, New Orleans, Louisiana. “Mountaineer,” Hazleton Senior High School, Hazleton, Pennsyl- vania. “Bow Wow,” Williams High School, May, Texas. “The Partridge.” Duxbury High School, Duxbury, Massachusetts. “The Clarion,” Essex Junction High School, Essex Junction, Ver- mont. “Manet,” North Quincy High School, North Quincy, Massachu- setts. “The Lantern,” Limestone Col- lege, Gaffney, South Carolina. “Arielette,” East Maine Confer- ence Seminary, Bucksport, Maine. “Monad,” Belleville High School, Belleville, New Jersey. “Neversink Notes,” Port Jervis Junior High School, Port Jervis, New York. “Artesan,” Mechanic Arts High School, Boston, Massachusetts. “Lawrence High School Bulletin,” Lawrence High School, Lawrence, Massachusetts. “The Mirror,” Waltham Senior High School, Waltham, Massachu- setts. “The Tattler,” Nashua High School, Nashua, New Hampshire. “The Crescent,” Samuel D. Hamp- ton High School, Buckston Center, Maine. “The Echo,” Winthrop High School, Winthrop, Massachusetts. “The Mercury,” West Springfield High School, West Springfield, Mas- sachusetts. “The Clarion, Jamaica Plain High School, Jamaica Plain. Massa- chusetts. A BAD HABIT At the night wore on and lights winked out one by one, the old man walked from room to room. The lights were dim and the shades drawn. Tirelessly the clock ticked off the minutes, striking the hours, and as two o’clock went by, he turned off the lights. Putting on a coat he left the house. Rapidly he darted behind the hedge nearest him and breaking into a run disappeared into the trees beyond. He twisted and turned to shake off possible pur- suit, finally coming to a stop beneath an unusually large tree. With a last glance around, he swiftly shed his coat and grabbing a low branch, swung up into the lowest branches of the tree. There he crouched and listened. Hearing nothing he crept out on the branch, and grasping the overhanging limb of the next tree. leaped across as agile as a monkey. Climbing up ten feet or so, he reached into his pocket and, draw- ing forth a small bag emptied it into a hole which was cut so as to be un- noticeable from the ground. The hoarder had added to his pile. Oscar Ha 11 berg. “OUR” BRIARS My I)ad (he smokes a pipe you see) Once said: I cannot for the life of me See why your Ma will never let Me grab a chair and smoke, and set.’' He smokes and smokes his old briar pipe Until it seems to get so ripe That you can nearly hear it sins: A funny song-like gurgling. Now when I get as big and old As I)ad with lots of kids to scold. • You bet the time will then be ripe For me to set and smoke my pipe. I'll never let a wife of mine Keep telllin' me to be refined. I'm just a-goin' to smoke and set In my front room and read—you bet. George W. Tarr.