Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 44 of the 1934 volume:

Quincy Senior High School Memt,er °f Golden-Rodc-sp-._ HOBBY ISSUE April 1934 Volume XLVI Number 3 Price 25 Cents A Quarterly Publication Entered as second-class matter, June 96.1928, at the Post Office at Boston, Mass, under the Act of March 8,1879 I CANNOT SHARE You who ask when we are riding, “Why so quiet? Why don’t you say What pleases you so well that Speech seems impossible?” Ask in vain, for the very asking Brands you as one who could hot share The beauty I sense all about laid bare To the heart, through the eyes. Beauty is to each as he is given to see it, And my words could not bring to you What you were not made to see. You see the beauty, enjoy it, but it does not Enter you, and bring sweet thoughts And sharp pains because you cannot live the life Of all the living, as it does to me. We cannot share, so ’twere better We do not try. You keep your thoughts, I mine, and each enjoy what there is In his heart to enjoy! Rea Features 5 Loyalty Dollar For a Dime Under Sea Basketball 24 Traffic Squad Trials 31 LOYALTY By Irving Latham CO one interested in such things the faces of Captain Harvey Jen- kins and his first mate George Edwards presented an interest- ing study in reflected mental expression, as they sat deep in con- versation in the cabin of the Polar Star. The sun-swept, wind-lashed coun- tenance of the captain, frank and pleasant, offered striking contrast to the knitted brows, stubborn lips, and doubtful eyes of his next in command. Jenkins was the image of serene assurance, for he was holding forth on a subject on which his views were unshakeable. “Well, sir, you may be right,” retorted Edwards, “but you have yet to convince me. Things have changed. Faith in the man you work for isn’t set as much store by as it was thirty years ago, and employers haven’t the same regard for their men. It doesn’t matter how many years you’ve been with the company. The only thing they consider is: can you do the work better than anyone else? If you can’t, all the company loyalty in the world won’t keep you your job.” “Mister, I’ve been a skipper on an Ames ship for twenty-three years and there hasn’t been a man more loyal to the company interests than I. I tell you that gratitude’s not dead yet and I expect to command a ship as long as I’m able, and draw my pension when I’m not. Oliver Ames is not the man to forget nearly a quarter century’s service. We’ll talk no more about it now, but you mark what I’ve said.” In the quiet of his magnificent city home, Oliver Ames reviewed the last few years of an energetic life and aggressive business career. With the ex- ception of the last four years, his mental force and bodily vigor had been the motive power behind the Ames Steamship Co., but during that period his burden had been eased by the aid of his astute young general manager, Guy Hastings. Adopted as a lad of sixteen, Hastings had filled a great breach in the life of the widower king of the seas, and now his natural taste for the business foretold security and tranquility in the evening of Ames’s life. At the thought of relief from the constant demands of his busi- ness, the taut face relaxed and a half smile of pleasurable anticipation lightened the grave features. Hearing a step in the hall outside his room he called a greeting, and his foster-son entered. Guy Hastings was of medium height; his hair and eyes were dark. His mouth was set, determined; some might have fancied a touch of ruthless- ness hovered about it. He crossed the room and seated himself before his father. 5 “Father, there's a matter to which I'd like to call your attention. With one exception our operating expenses are running pretty close to the line. There's one ship, however, the Polar Star, which I think is superfluous. By an extension of the itinerary of the Princess we could include the mail deliveries and stop-overs of the Polar Star. We had planned on replacing the Polar Star; now we shan’t have to. “What about the skipper and crew? “There are plenty of vacant berths-they'11 sign up soon enough. “Well, I don’t quite know, but I'll leave it in your hands. “Peter Ames turned and smilingly regarded his son. “I've done pretty well by leaving things to you for the last couple of years, so I guess it's a good policy to continue. Captain Harvey Jenkins and his first mate faced each other over a long narrow table, but this time the face of Edwards bore an air of conviction and the eyes of the skipper held nothing but pain and delusion. A glance at the letter clenched in his fist would provide ample explanation, its curt announcement to Jenkins of his removal as skipper of the Polar Star being responsible for the old man's anguish. “It's not so much being told I'm through, although that’s a blow, but coming like this; that's what I mind. Not a word of thanks to speak of after twenty-three years. I guess this takes the wind out of my sails- knocks my theory in the head. Loyalty, gratitude! You're right; they’re forgotten. The first bitter outburst did not last long, however, and when his anger had passed, leaving his mind clear and rational, Jenkins wrote a long letter to Oliver Ames. A few days later, Ames decided to drop in at his office and his glance took in the letter lying opened on Hastings’s desk. Observing his name on the envelope, he reachd out and mechanically noted the con- tents. He read idly at first, then his face assumed an air of puzzled con- centration and he turned toward his foster son's office. On the point of en- tering, he paused, and distinctly heard Hastings's voice ascending the low drone of conversation which came from the other room. His tone was un- certain, protesting, but at a word from one of the others he was quiet. “I tell you, Hastings, there’s not a thing to be afraid of. You simply en- ter a deliberately high bid, give us our chance to grab the contract, and pocket your bonus. Your outfit and mine are the only two which can touch the job. It’s not a big paying proposition, but for us it will serve as an introduction. It's a sure fire thing, and your chance to make $10,000 dollars on the side. Well, what do you say? A tense silence, and then Hastings' “All right—I'll do it. With hurried, unsteady steps the listener made his way home, and there he carefully re-read the letter he had found in the office. For nearly an (Continued on page 12) A DOLLAR FOR A DIME By Edward Pearlin and Charles Hanson He OM, the doorman at the “Met”, now an C an old friend of ours on account of our J frequent stage-door trips, greeted us af- fably enough, but the handful of cigars we contrib- uted produced downright cordiality. By chance, Guy Lombardo was just finishing his “Sweetest Music This Side of Heaven” and as his Royal Canadians sauntered off past us we had a good look at them arrayed in their brilliant red jackets and Hollywood trousers. The merest request for an interview sufficed and Mr. Lombardo, having changed his clothes, reappeared in a few minutes and conducted us to a room adjoining the stage. Mentally we recorded these reactions: about five feet nine, around twenty-eight, dark hair, dark eyes, glistening teeth, broad shoulders, gen- erally good looking, what clothes! Mr. Lombardo himself started the conversation by asking the name of our school, and requesting a magazine. Our first question brought the in- formation that he was born, brought up and educated in London, Ontario, as were his other brothers in the orchestra (there are three of them, inci- dentally, Carmen being the crooner of the outfit.) He went on to say that his brothers and some friends of theirs started an orchestra in 1921, the same group he has today. “We were such a fine combination and went over so big wherever we played that we just could not break up. That is why I’m here today.” When we asked Guy if he was married, he hesitated, grinned, and, after asking if that question were necessary, replied that he was. He lives in New York because he is in the States most of the time. His hobbies are deep-sea fishing and boating and he told us then he could hardly wait to go to Los Angeles where he had an eight-week en- gagement at the Cocoanut Grove, because there he would be able to indulge to his heart’s content in this he-man’s sport. Our interview was over, but the highlight of our observations of him was yet to come. As the three of us were walking out of the door together toward his hotel, an unfortunate individual commonly called a “bum” accosted Mr. Lombardo and asked him for the price of a cup of coffee. Guy unhesitat- ingly took out his wallet and gave the gentleman out of luck a dollar bill. “Well, maybe the poor fellow did need it.” AMATEUR RADIO By David Sargent W1DCW de W1FQH rr OM Tnx fer Call. Nightly thousands of Amateur Radio Operators, or as they term themselves, “Hams”, communicate with each other over the air. Although amateur radio is only a hobby, in recent years “Hams” have done more to develop short-wave radio, as we know it today, cnan all the other agencies. Like most other “Hams”, I got my start from watching one of my friends who already was an amateur. The sputter of dots and dashes filled me with awe, especially when I saw my friend tran- scribe them into letters, words, and sentences. How could just a telegraph key, a few tubes, and some funny looking gadgets send out signals that were heard perhaps anywhere in the world? My questions must have sounded like a baby just learning to talk: What’s this? How does that little thing work? Gradually my radio knowledge increased. I learned the Morse Code, used by amateurs, and could actually recognize letters here and there when I heard them. Later with much labor and misplacing of wires and other things (but still having fun) I built a receiving set, and great was my pride when it worked. Experience is said to be the best teacher; soon I learned that “B” batteries and power lines give very unpleasant shocks, also that a soldering iron can get very hot. Acquiring knowledge of radio terms, learning how to read schematic diagrams and build sets, and getting a general education in short-wave radio took a year of my spare time. Like any other prospective “Ham”, I spent hours and hours in increasing my code speed and learning to man- ipulate a telegraph key. This was done at the expense of kind-hearted “Hams” who were willing to give me code practice. Finally I had gained sufficient knowledge to take the exam for an Am- ateur Radio Operator’s license. In the New England district this exam is given in the Customs House in Boston under the supervision of the federal radio inspectors. With trembling limbs I arrived at the Customs House Tower, ready to “do or die”. Luckily, I “did”. The exam consists of a code test in which the applicant must be able to read and write down correctly fifty letters of the Morse code a minute, and about a three-hour written test on the laws and theory of amateur radio. [Continued on page 22] THE MYSTERY OF THE LOST DUKE By Walter Sherriff ONE cold, bleak night in the winter of the year eighteen hundred thirty-three, as Wolmes and I were talking before the warm fire- place in his lodgings on Baker Street, we heard the front door bell tinkle. “Aha!” said Wolmes. “We have a visitor this evening.” “And a bad evening it is, too,” I said. “This is no night for any sane person to—” “Rubbish, rubbish, Hotson! It would do you good to get out in it and take some of that useless fat off your bones,—but let’s see who our guest is.” Just then Mrs. Hudson, Wolmes’s landlady, opened the door and said, “A visitor to see you, suh—a lydy, suh.” “Yes, yes,—show her right up,” he responded in his quick, nervous way; whereupon Mrs. Hudson ushered in a well- dressed woman of some forty years. She was tall, dark, prepossessing, and, judging from her bearing, of noble blood. Wolmes got up and stepping forward, said in his courteous way, “How d’you do. Won’t you step inside-er—” “Lady Simpkins of York,” answered the visitor in a rich, cultured voice. “Are you the famous Shamrock Wolmes?” “I am indeed he whom you mentioned, madam, but I am surprised that you have heard of me. This is my friend and colleague, Dr. Hotson. But won’t you sit down by our fire and warm yourself? It’s rather a bad evening without, and you must be rather chilly after your long ride.” “And pray, how did you know I rode?” “Obvious, madam. Very simple. Your boots aren’t very wet.” She uttered a nervous laugh. “Of course,” she said. “But I’ve come to see you about my husband. He’s gone—disappeared!” “There, there,” soothed Wolmes kindly. “Why don’t you sit still for a while and try to calm yoursself. You’re letting your nerves run quite away from you. There! That’s better. Now start at the beginning, and we’ll see what’s to be done.” “Oh, you’re such a help, Mr. Wolmes,” she said. “I’m sure you’ll find him for me. It’s just this. I don’t know where he is. He was supposed to go to London by the six o’clock, but he vanished this afternoon. I first be- came aware of this at five. He did not come down for tea and John the butler could not find him. Moreover, the valet hadn’t seen my husband since an hour after lunch.” “That would be about two o'clock?” “Yes. Then I became thoroughly alarmed and had the servants search for him, but they couldn't find him, so I came here. Oh, Mr. Wolmes, I don't know what may have happened to him!” “Yes, yes, I see,” mused Wolmes. “And you want me to find His Lord- ship?'' “By all means. I'll do anything—pay you any sum you mention, if only you will find him.” “Very well, we'll talk of payment later. But now to work. Did you dis- cover anything missing while you were hunting for your husband?” “Nothing but a complete suit of clothes that he was going to wear, but I presume he had it on at the time of his disappearance.” “H-m-m-m. Very interesting. Most interesting. I'd like to take a look at your surroundings, if I may. Let's see. It's now six o'clock. Could you trans- port us to your manor in half an hour's time?” “Certainly, my chaise is waiting for me.” “Then let's start at once. Come along, Hotson.” “I sye there, Wolmes,” I cried. “You're not thinking of going out in this blustry weather, are you? The wind howls so, it freezes my very bones to hear it.” “Nonsense, nonsense, Hotson. Freeze or no, it'll put a little color in your cheeks. Come along.” All the way to the manor Wolmes was silent, and, by common consent, Lady Simpkins and I kept to our own thoughts, for we knew Wolmes was pondering deeply over the situation. But when we reached our destination, he jumped out briskly and asked to be shown to the butler's quarters. The butler was a capital fellow of the London type, who at Wolmes's request, conducted us to the Duke's rooms up on the top landing. But Wolmes didn't didn’t seem deeply interested in his surroundings and kept walking back and forth, chin in hand, muttering to himself. “Maybe His Lordship took an earlier train,” I ventured. “Couldn't have,” Wolmes replied testily. “He left his baggage behind.” Then, turning to the butler, “Look here, my good fellow, are you sure you searched the whole place?” “Well, now, sir, we've searched 'is rooms, the library, study—” “Yes, yes, but did you search all the rooms?” “Well, now ,sir—that is—all except the wine cellar,—but 'e wouldn't be there, sir.” “No, I am inclined to agree with you there, but we might as well make sure. I suppose you wouldn’t know anything that might bear light on the case?” [Continued on page 16] 20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA An Interview By Cliff Wilmath ATTERTHWAITE, McCarthy Co., Deep Sea Divers Extraordinary. We Dive Anywhere, Anytime, Anyhow.” If the cherished dreams of two Quincy High lads are realized, the above legend will one day adorn the business place of Norman Satterthwaite and Eugene McCarthy, intrepid pioneers of the deep. Today the boys are lauded for their ingenuity in producing the only homemade diving helmet ever fashioned hereabouts. But it was not always thus. Oh, No!—It was in a strange way that Quincy was first made cognizant of the existence of the embryo natators. After the custom of all interviewers from time immemorial, we shall now begin to take liberties. Our first one will be to turn back the clock until a July afternoon in the summer of 1933. We shall even take the liberty of entering a home which faces Avalon beach and of listening in on a 'phone call in progress. “Hello, Quincy Police Station? Well, please send an officer to Avalon beach at once! There's a boy with a boiler on his head jumping into the bay!” In fifteen minutes, the scene had changed and our hero was engaged in a tete-a-tete with a police official. The official claimed that Satterthwaite must procure a permit for the helmet, but there was no law covering the point. Let it be herein insribed that our hero, even in this moment of blackest disappointment and grief, showed his true mettle when he was heard to utter the few words which show the rugged philosophy of the lad. His speech was “They laughed at Columbus.” The efficiency of the Goldenrod was apparent at this point since in spite of many difficulties, an interview was procured. We know that this is the only actual interview given out by Mr. Satterthwaite and so we print it with a great deal of justifiable pride. “How did you happen to turn your talents toward the field of diving?” “We, that is, Gene McCarthy and I had been interested in diving for several years. I don't remember where we got the idea first, though.” “Will you tell me how the helmet was made?” “Yes. We first found an old hot water boiler in a junk yard. With the help of friends we cut out the front. We then put in a pane of glass which was held in place by beading. Over this we superimposed a rubber facing to make it waterproof. Then there was the business of affixing the life line and signal line. This, of course, was of greatest importance and had to be done very carefully. When finished, the helmet weighed about seventy-five pounds.” “How did you get air?” “Our friends pumped air from an ordinary auto pump. As soon as their enthusiasm for pumping waned, they ceased operations causing us to cast off the helmet and head skyward with the greatest speed possible.” “Is there any single incident connected with the helmet which stands out in your memory?” “Yes, I told you that the helmet was held in place by beading. This beading was considerably frayed by rough usage, but we hadn’t bothered to repair it until it nearly resulted in a serious accident. I was down in a South Quincy quarry in about thirty feet of water. Suddenly there was a crack and the glass was driven with terrific force against my face, the blow nearly knocking me out. Taking a deep breath, I heaved off the hel- met and swam desperately upward. The pressure was making my temple throb and pound wildly. With senses nearly numb, I saw a snatch of blue sky and sucked in the sweet air. On examining the helmet, we found that the beading had given way. After that experience we made sure that the helmet was always kept in good repair.” “What are your plans for the future?” “We’re going to make a better one this summer. We’re going to use a five-gallon paint can as a chassis and make a very much improved helmet.” At this point, much to our regret, we were forced to conclude our pleas- ant chat. If this interview should, perchance, come to the notice of any residents of Quincy Point, let them take warning that the Quincy Point beaches will most likely be the scene of further experiments by Quincy High’s human submarine, Norman Satterthwaite. LOYALTY [Continued from page 12] hour he sat in pensive silence. Arising, he went to his desk, took pen and paper and after the first few halting sentences, wrote rapidly until he had covered three pages. For the third time in as many weeks the skipper’s cabin of the Polar Star was the scene of an announcement from master to mate. As he read the last sentence of the letter commissioning him captain on the Ames Company’s latest ship, to take effect as soon as she left the ways, Jenkins turned to his junior officer and this time the doubt was gone from Edwards’s eyes. OMER MORIN: ASTRONOMER By John F. Flavin HERE is a great deal more natural genius C and talent in the student body of our J school than most of us even remotely suspect. Omer Morin is interested in astronomy. He has been interested in the stars ever since he can re- member and intends to continue on that line. One of his most remarkable characteristics is his whole-hearted devotion to his subject. He lives astronomy. In an effort to bring the object of his hopes nearer, he is completing his three-year high school college course in two years, completing twenty-six points each year and five during the summer. Not only is he doing it successfully, but he is also doing high honor work in every subject. To say the very least, he deserves all the credit that can be given him. About four years ago Omer’s real study of the stars began when he read his first book about the heavenly bodies. With the information he gathered from books and answers to his letters to world-famous astrono- mers of this country and Europe, and with the aid of a pair of field glasses that magnify but eight times, he began to gaze into the universe beyond, learning the names and characteristics of the constellations. Read- ing intensely, he concentrated on the books written by Harlow Shapley of Harvard, recommended to him by Miss Mary Proctor of the Royal Astron- omical Society of England. Morin has been his own teacher and has ac- quired a fine knowledge of the subject, though only in his junior year in high school. Becoming interested in theoretic science, which deals with the forming of various explanations of the origin of the universe, Omer began to attend lectures on subjects pertaining to astronomy. The lectures were given in the Harvard Observatory, a great circular room with a cone-shaped ceil- ing, which is adorned with the wrought-iron figures of all the signs of the zodiac. Drinking in all that was said at the lectures, Omer began to build for himself a background for his readings. Visiting the Observatory whenever possible, he attracted the attention of some of the astronomers and soon made the acquaintance of Leon Camp- bell, well known member of the Harvard University Observatory Staff [Continued on page 35] HERBERT GAUDREAU TAXIDERMIST An Interview By Cliff Wilmath HE grubby-faced infant looked up at me with a glance which conveyed a mixture of hopeful curiosity and rather disinter- ested sympathy. “Are yuh goin’ ter get stuffed?” was the startling query which fought for issuance between two lic- orice-coated lips. ‘Surprised’ can at times be a very mild word. This was certainly no time when that statement was true. The cherub saw nothing amiss in his query, indeed he enlarged on his original theme without waiting for any reply we might have made. “Tha guy that lives in there,” pointing to the house which I was ap- proaching, “has stuffed everything but a red-headed ape.” I walked rapidly away from the urchin and took a dozen steps before the full portent of the childish speech struck me. Cold fear clutched at my heart, but mustering all my courage, I walked up to the door and boldly knocked. When the door was opened to admit me, imagine my surprise when I saw standing there, Herb Gaudreau, whom I have known for several years. “Shoot!” said Herb. I countered with a question about the processes involved in stuffing a bird and while he was making a technical reply, I took notes about him. Herb Gaudreau is a pleasant-looking, sandy-haired young man. It was only two years ago that Herb Gaudreau first took an interest in taxidermy. A friend loaned him a book on the subject which he eagerly devoured. The elementary knowledge which he gained from this little volume was all he needed to give vent to his enthusiasm for the sport. It was not long before his specimens attracted attention and soon he was mounting fish and game for sportsmen all over the state. Just a year had passed when Harvard University invited him to enter his mountings in their big exhibition. Here his work won the praise of experts throughout New England. Taxidermy is a study which requires a great deal of versatility. The taxidermist must be sculptor, artist, mechanic, ornithologist, zoologist, [Continued on page 26] NOTHING TO DO HAT do you do when “there’s nothing to do” ? Some people prefer ill spend their spare time at the theatre, or in other forms of passive amusement. Others go much higher in search of diver- sion, penetrating the fields of science in their dabblings with chemistry, astronomy, radio, taxidermy, and similar hobbies. It is not uncommon to hear of a person who developed his proficiency in photography, radio, or taxidermy from just an idle interest into a means of earning a good living. It can be done and it is done. One man’s hobby is another man’s living; anyone who calls a hobby a waste of time has never had one. During the recent hard times more than one stamp collection brought enough money for a few meals, and more than one individual, losing his regular job, was glad indeed to fall back on his hobby as a means of replenishing a cupboard that was fast becoming bare. So when “there’s nothing to do”, snap off the radio, put away the cards, and choose a hobby to your interest. Not only will it add to your earning power, but it will also give you solid enjoyment and a merited pride in us- ing time so profitably. THE HOUSEKEEPER The day does housework with the wind for a broom, And cleans with light dark corners of gloom. The day feeds trees and flowers by her one Eternally life-giving breast—the sun. Later she rises and goes. Does she hear Of housework in some other hemisphere? Selma Whitehead THE MYSTERY OF THE LOST DUKE [Continued from page 9] “Well, sir,” replied the butler, leading the way. “If I might venture to say, sir, in all respect to ’is Lordship, sir, ’e sometimes h’is subjected to sloight h’attacks of lethargy, whereupon ’e remains in h’a stupor h’until someone wakes ’im. H’it’s a disease ’e got h’in the Tropics, sir, but I don’t believe this mental h’inadequacy made ’im disappear. H’it daon’t stand to reason, sir.” “Quite,” said Wolmes. “Is this the cellar?” By now we had reached the lowest floor in the house, and John conducted us along a dimly lit hall to a little, dusty door near the end. After it was unlocked, we stooped and entered the murky gloom of the wine closet. It was the usual damp affair, such as you see in any castle, with its rows of stained casks covered with cobwebs. “H’it’s just as I said, sir. ’E daon’t ’tseem to be ’ere,” said the butler, triumphantly. “Quite so, quite so, but what is that queer gurgling noise over in the corner, John?” “That’s the main water pipe, sir. H’it supplies water for all the commod- ities in the manor, sir.” “And who’d be using water at this time?” “Why, I cahn’t say, sir. The servants moight be doing the laundering, sir, but they usually does h’it on Saturday morning, sir,—” But suddenly Wolmes burst out excitedly, “Of course,—of course. I have it! Quick, Hotson. Follow me up stairs and run as you’ve never run before, if you ever want to save his life!” And away he ran, and I followed him as soon as I could recover from my surprise. “Hurry, Hotson, hurry!” I heard him cry, as he rounded a bend in the stair case. I found him in the hall on the top floor feverishly opening all the doors. “I sye there, Wolmes,” I called. “Wot are you doing thet for? You cahn’t do thet. Really, ole chappie, it just isn’t done.” “Quick, Hotson,” he urged. “Help me find a locked door. We may not yet be too late.” “Come, come, old chap,” I soothed, “Let’s go down to the study and I’ll get you a cool drink of—” “Ah, here it is!” he exclaimed triumphantly, as he rattled the knob of a door near the Duke’s bedroom. “Here, Hotson. Come and help me break it down.” Bewildered, I sprang forward to assist him, when the voice of the portly butler, who had just arrived, gasped, “Blimey, but you mustn’t do that. H’it’s’s Lordship’s private bathroom.” “Exactly,” said Wolmes. “Now, all together, one—two—three-push!” It took three such shoves to smash the heavy oaken door down. Then it [Continued on page 22] ALUMNI I CAME— I C A W _ I CONQUERED— Harriet Elliot Sanders of February ’33 Describes Her Mediterranean Cruise EARS and handkerchiefs—excitement—expectancy—all sorts of funny feelings surging through one poor body as the band struck up and the “Saturnia” left the pier. One last glimpse of my family and friends. By late afternoon we were well at sea. No more land for days to come. A deplorable appetite ... new acquaintances .. just living from day to day with no cares or worries except that I might awaken from a glorious dream. After a week of the majestic, friendly ocean we arrived in Gibraltar—at daybreak. I wanted to dress and go up on deck, yet I hated to leave the port hole for fear of missing something. The great rock loomed up from the dark water, the top hidden in misty clouds. Gradually the sun grew brighter and by the time we started ashore, it had all taken on a different aspect. In the four hours there we saw some of the most important and interesting places as well as having a chance to poke about in numerous shops. Time always passes too quickly, but as there was more in store for us, we returned to the ship without misgivings. Off again... Algiers the next morning. Merchants, in turbans or fezzes, wooden shoes or barefeet, rowed out to the boat with their wares, all ready to contend with tourists determined to buy everything for nothing. Two boys swam out and dived for coins passengers threw down to them. From the harbor one would never suspect just how busy the city really is... horses and wagons clat- tering along the streets ... little cars zig-zagging through a maze of traffic, steering clear of pedestrians who pay no attention to the vehicles.. new buildings going up everywhere.. Arab men and women in their pictur- esque though disreputable dress, marketing and gossipping—especially in the Kasbah quarters, the old Arab town. After Algiers, only two more days to Italy. Sunny Italy? It was pouring when we left the ship at Naples and continued to rain as we drove up to Rome. We sped along a broad, straight highway, occasionally slowing down for a flock of impertinent little goats to be herded off the road. Fields spread out on both sides as far as eye could see—all under cultiva- tion—women and children busily engaged in hoeing. Now and then an olive grove—little white sheep browsing beneath it tended by a dog and a shepherd protected from the drizzle by a huge, green cotton umbrella. Terraced vineyards displayed a wealth of autumnal colors. Nubbly hills were silhouetted in the distance, topped by ruins of old Roman towns—and in the fields below, crumbling remains of old watch towers. So much to see and not half enough eyes to see with! Peasant houses of pale blue, white or Pompeii red, each with its own little shrine.. red peppers strung across balconies to dry... faggots kept in crotches of trees and resembling im- mense birds’ nests ... women washing clothes in muddy streams ... others their washing completed, carrying it in baskets on their heads back to the road where it was spread on bushes in an attempt to dry. Gayly painted carts filled with vegetables drawn by donkeys to market.. a group of men and women, the former astride little beasts, the latter laden with heavy baskets tagging along behind on foot, sometimes a child or two tucked under their arms. Women—the backbone of the peasant class!!! The rain changed to a fine mist for about an hour in the afternoon. A double rainbow appeared and seemed to come right down to the ground before us... The end of the rainbow? I like to think so .. and of Italy as the pot of gold. Then the Eternal City. Our first few days there were beautiful with sunshine ... green foliage . .bright flowers ... fountains sparkling in the sunlight. It was so warm during the morning and early afternoon one was uncomfortable in a coat. This didn’t last long. The rain began again— weeks and weeks of it. But Rome was still the same. The Vatican, St. Peter’s, the Coliseum, the Fora, the Capitoline, the Palatine—even more marvelous than I had dreamed .. the Catacombs fascinatingly grue- some .. art galleries, statuary .. all so expressive of life, customs, history— all so awe inspiring!! I was so excited about seeing these ancient places until I arrived. Then they seemed unapproachable. I felt so apologetic for having entered them, and then—afraid to talk, afraid even to think—could only wonder and marvel. I’m still wondering and marvelling. As Alice-in-Wonderland said, “It all seems curiouser and curiouser.” Have I really been there? THE KING OF HOBBIES Stories About Stamps by an Alumnus Who Turned His Hobby Into a Business By Stephen Follett TAMP collecting is the “King of Hobbies”; it is enjoyed by more people than any other pastime. In Quincy alone over 10,000 boys and girls, men and women collect stamps. There is a fascination about these colored bits of paper, every one of them telling a story, portraying battles and peace treaties; countries and rulers; jungles, plains, and mountains; humble folk and people of art, science, and literature. One stamp may commemorate the trip of the Russian balloonists into the stratosphere, another the art of Beethoven, and another the Century of Progress Exposition. Every issue of stamps has an interesting origin. Take, for example, the stamps of Haiti, bearing the over-prints of gourds. When Henri-Chris- tophe, the negro emperor (whose life suggested “Emperor Jones”) found he had no gold in the treasury, he sent his soldiers out to gather all the gourds growing in Haiti. As gourds are a necessity there, the people com- plained, but Emperor Henri said, “Bring me coffee and sugar and buy back your gourds!” This the people did, enabling the emperor to sell a large supply of coffee and sugar to England for gold. That is why Haitian money is called a “gourde.” Stamps may sometimes sway public opinion. Before the Panama Canal was built, many wanted the canal route to go through Nicaragua, but the enemies of the Nicaragua route pointed out that it would be in constant danger of destruction from active volcanoes. A French engineer, Philippe Bunauvarillia, mailed every member of the United States Senate, which was about to vote on the canal, a letter bearing a stamp showing the smok- ing volcano of Mount Monotombo. The Panama route was chosen by a margin of four votes! Stamps as an investment are good if you learn when and what to buy. In 1925 the Norse-American five cent stamps sold at five dollars a hundred. Now they retail at forty-three dollars, a profit of thirty-eight dollars on a five dollar investment. A flaw in the design or in the printing sometimes gives value to certain stamps. In 1924 a man went into a post office to buy a twenty-four cent air mail stamp. Noticing that the air plane was inverted, he bought a hundred [Continued on page 28] x x QUINCY HI ENGLISH DEPARTMENT CONDUCTS POETRY READING CONTEST At the instigation of the English department, a poetry reading con- test is being conducted in which every member of the school is par- ticipating. By a system of elimin- ation in the English classes, two members of each class will compete in the finals until the ultimate vic- tor is determined. Poetry reading may be a form of hobby and if so, it is apt to become a valuable asset in the competitions. Through this contest, all our high school has be- come poetically minded, and poetry reading has become one of the most important factors of this school year. EDDIE MORRIS INTERPRETS WIG-WAG CODE Our own local Eddie Morris, famous football announcer and sig- naller for the Harvard football score board, gave before the upper classmen his routine of arm flings and ballet kicks, found so intrigu- ing by thousands of rooters at the big games in the Harvard Stadium. Mr. Morris explained his rea- sons for inventing such a system of wig-wags. Being a member of the Harvard A. A., and realizing the need for a fast and accurate meth- od of transferring information from the field to the closely-watched scoreboard, he set about devising a clear and easy method of signalling, in order that the recipient at the board could have the news flashed on front before the next play should take place. Donning his famous red coat- sweater and white hat, Mr. Morris gave a demonstration of his wig- wag code which consisted of the in- terpretation, by using arms and legs, of the letters of the alphabet, numbers up to ten, a signal for each position on the team, each pen- alty, and a number of miscellane- ous plays. The program was most interest- ing and many of his football side lights drew laughs. He was soundly applauded and his performance will be remembered by us whenever football is mentioned. MR. HART IMPERSONATES GEORGE WASHINGTON Mr. Lawrence Hart, nephew of the author of our own well-known history reference books, presented before the assembled school an im- personation of George Washington. He gained his knowledge by dig- ging deeper than most people into the archives of history so well written by his uncle. Mr. Hart ex- plained that his gestures and tone of voice were as near to those of George Washington as one could determine, judging from old re- cords. Mr. Hart, dressed in a perfect replica of George Washington’s clothing, was interrogated by his wife, Mrs. Hart. The course of his impersonation was very interest- ing and held the attention of even the sophs. It was different from most tales of George Washington in that the unknown and most liked moods of our first president were brought out. It was very im- pressive as he portrayed the humor or seriousness of the father of our country. The program closed after Mr. Hart had answered a few questions put to him by pupils and told some humorous stories of his experi- ences in other schools. THALIA CLUB HEARS SPEAKERS The Thalia Club, with Miss Howe in charge, is made up of the junior and senior girls of the school who maintain honor grades in all their subjects. Although a great number of girls apply for membership, only thirty may belong. At a recent meeting, Miss Marr told of her work in connection with the Grenfell Mission, which is car- ried on in Labrador and northern Newfoundland. Miss Mair’s talk on this unusual subject proved to be most fascinating to the listeners. At another meeting, two alumnae of the club, Nancy Follett and Mar- jorie Hill, who are now attending the New England Conservatory of Music and Mount Holyhoke College respectively, spoke to the girls about “College Life and the Bene- fits Derived from Going to Col- lege.” The club members enjoyed hearing these speakers, espcially since most of them intend to go to college. GIRLS CLUB HAS TWO HUNDRED MEMBERS The Girls Club, open to all junior and senior girls, is certainly ever- popular. The membership reached the two-hundred mark the first semester. The club has met with the North High Girls Club several times and also with the Hi-Y Club at the Y. M. C. A. At their regular meetings, there have been several speakers including Omer Morin, a sopho- more, who spoke on “Astronomy”, Miss Dawes, Miss Call, and Miss Browne, who spoke on “The Dif- ferences between English and American Schools,” “The Planeta- rium at the World’s Fair,” and “The Other Wiseman,” respectively. At Thanksgiving, the club spon- sored a drive for the collection of canned foods. During the Christ- mas season, they gave a Christ- mas party for small children, dec- orated the school, and sent sprigs of holly to the faculty. At one of the joint meetings with the North girls at our school, a stylist from Boston spoke on clothes and color harmony. For the spring, several interest- ing programs are being planned by the executive committee, the offi- cers, and the faculty advisers, Miss Wheeler and Miss Wakeman. DO YOU ENJOY DEBATING? One of the most active clubs in the school this year is the Debating Club, under the leadership of Mr. Lee and Mr. Noyes. Various teach- ers, as well as club members, act as judges. They have been fortunate in having as speakers, Mr. Paul Rear- don, who gave a graphic account of his experiences in debating, and Mr. Thomas Burgin, member of the Quincy City Council, who spoke on “Parliamentary Law.” Each member of the club is given a chance to debate and each may choose a question for a subject. It is interesting to note that one of the questions of this year was: “Resolved: Football Is Overempha- sized in Quincy High.” The affir- mative won. In the last few months, the club has become well acquainted with parliamentary law and impromptu speaking. The Debating Club invites you to become one of its members. GH LIGHTS XXX COUNCIL MEMBERS ATTEND CONVENTION The Student Council, under the guidance of Miss Wakeman and Mr. Noyes, is becoming more and more active. The council is limited to twelve members, seven repre- sentatives from the senior class, three from the junior, and two from the sophomore. Florence Kent is president and Elizabeth Sweeney is Secretary-Treasurer. Problems undertaken by the Council this year have been the sale of Brockton pins, sale of sea- son tickets, Open-House Night, ap- pointment of cafeteria marshalls, and Valentine Matinee Dance. Recently three delegates, Jimmy Wilson, Elizabeth Sweeney, and Miriam Mattson were sent from the Council to the Convention of the Associated Body of Student Coun- cils, held at Springfield. Much valu- able information about the activ- ities of councils and clubs in other schools was acquired and it is hoped that some of the ideas may serve to develop our own Council into a more active and helpful or- ganization. MANY MUSICAL ACTIVITIES PLANNED The Boys’ and Girls’ Glee Clubs are now having rehearsals for the Gilbert and Sullivan operetta, “The Gondoliers.” It is to be presented May 9. The main leads are: The Duchess—Helen Trescott; Casilda —Fay Loring; Gianetta—Mary Coletti; Tessa—Irene Roberge; The Duke—John Caporale; Marco—Al- fred Starett; Guiseppi—Sylvester Carosi; and Luiz—George Murch. The Senior Orchestra and Band are preparing for the Massachu- setts State Festival of Orchestras and Bands, to be held on April 28. The contest numbers for the band this year are, “The Barber of Se- ville,” by Rossini and the “Turan- dot Overture”, by Lachner. The orchestra is preparing Brahm’s “Fifth Hungarian Dance” and “The Angelus” by Henry Hadley. An instrumental quartette has been organized this year under the direction of Mrs. Berthold. It in- cludes Anthony Battista—violin; Sylvia Knuttenan—’cello; Selma Whitehead—flute; and Rita Arsen- ault—piano. FACULTY REVEALS VARIED INTERESTS SENIORS TO PRESENT “SKIDDING” The famous Quincy High School coach, Mr. Franklin B. Mitchell, has once again taken in hand the actors and actresses of the gradu- ating class, in preparation for their play. The production, which is to be presented on the evening of April 13, is “Skidding”, a comedy in three acts by Aurania Rouveral. The cast is as follows: Aunt Milly—Louise Connors; Mrs. Hardy —Erna Koss; Estelle Hardy Camp- bell—Evelyn Gustafson; Marion Hardy—Natalie McCormack; Myra Hardy Wilcox—Pauline Wheble; Andy—Richard Cooke; Judge Hardy—George Reardon; Grandpa Hardy—James Joss; Wayne Tren- ton III—Alfred Peterson; Mr. Stubbins—Lawrence Fitzgerald. VALENTINE DANCE A SUCCESS The first matinee dance held this year was the Valentine Dance, an informal affair under the auspices of the Student Council. There were many who enjoyed tripping the light fantastic (if such might be termed the modem dancing) and socially and financially it scored a big hit. J’34 HOLDS SPRING DANCE On the evening of March 16, in a gym attractively decorated with blue and white lanterns and streamers and posters of athletic- ally-minded people partaking in spring sports, one of the best spring dances ever held in Q. H. S. was sponsored by the J’34 class. Under the soft lights, to the sweet music of a ten piece orchestra, (which, by the way, was good,) about three hundred students danced the evening away. The decorations were in charge of Miss McCarthy of the faculty, and Louise Connors. Dick Purring- ton took charge of the tickets and Pauline Wheble assisted Miss Lewis with the refreshments. Cooking, Sports, Astronomy, Included Our distinguished teachers’ spare time is not, as many would have us paring tests. Many have collec- believe, spent in correcting or pre- tions, such as Mr. Lyon’s rocks and Miss Browne’s old etchings. And have you seen Mr. Wilson’s min- erals? Miss Clark, Miss Nevens, Miss Galleher, and Mr. Noyes are all devotees of music. Miss Berry s favorite past-time is reading. Miss Shaw makes a collection of pic- tures of the interiors and exteriors of cathedrals and w'hen travelling she plans to see as many as pos- sible. Miss Zeller is fond « walk- ing “in any country”. Miss Wheeler plans trips and then enjoys taking her outlined excursion. Miss Gou- dey’s hobby turns to the briny deep—she must be an excellent fisherwoman for as proof of this astounding fact she has two sharks teeth in her desk. Here are some of the favonte pastimes: Miss Dawes—knitting Miss Lantz—block printing and hand crafts Miss Giles—landscape gardening Miss Kambour—cooking Miss Baker—drawing Miss Burns—automobiling Miss Carville—contemporary the- Mr. Knapton—driving “fast” Mr. Collins—fishing Miss McCarthy—tennis Miss Magraw—outdoor sports Miss Marr—music,flowers,diving. Mr. Lyon—model ship building Mr. Hudson—radio and sports And here are pursuers of the same hobby: Miss Call and Mr. Thomas— astronomy Mr. Wilson and Miss McHardy— contract bridge Mr. Lee and Miss Tikkanen— stamps . Miss Dawes and Miss Walsh— photography . Miss Howe and Miss Kitchen— mountain climbing Miss McCarthy, Mr. Wilson, and Mr. Lee—bowling THE MYSTERY OF THE LOST DUKE [Continued from page 16] fell with a splintering crash. The first thing that met my gaze was the form of a great, fat man reclining in the bathtub. His long, white, waxed mustache quivered as he lay there in the throes of sleep, snoring away like a boiler factory. At the other end of the tub the water was slowly flowing from the taps and gently sending ripples in the direction of the slumped- over old man, and at any moment they threatened to enter his gaping jaws. A suit of clothes lay near by. “Why, h’it’s 'is Lawdship”, breathed the butler in awed tones. “Just in time,” said Wolmes in a matter-of-fact tone. “In another min- ute we’d have been too late.” He shut off the water taps and removed the drainage plug. “When His Lordship awakens,” he directed the butler, “give him my compliments, and tell him to avoid that ring around the bathtub.” It was some hours later, back in Wolmes’s lodging on Baker Street, as we were sipping our coffee and discussing our latest adventure, that I suddenly remembered there was one thing he hadn’t explained. “I sye there, Wolmes,” I queried, “’ow did you deduce that the Duke was in the manor ?” Wolmes chuckled. “Elementary, Hotson, elementary. Didn’t you notice His Lordship’s tall, silk hat in the anteroom when we first entered the dwelling?” He smiled and said dryly, “I’ve never known a Duke yet who’d go out of doors without a ‘stove pipe’ on.” AMATEUR RADIO [Continued from page 8] The real fun in “Ham” radio begins when one actually “gets on the air”. Building a transmitter is fun; just ask any “Ham”. There is a thrill in carrying on a conversation through the medium of dots ’n’ dashes with someone who is 1000 or even 10,000 miles away. Some amateurs have transmitting equipment which enables them actually to talk with other “Hams”. As verification of contact between two stations, amateurs often exchange what are known in “Ham” language as QSL cards. These state the time, date, and quality of reception, and indicate the type of the sender’s transmitting and receiving equipment. A code of communication and ab- breviations similar to shorthand have been built up by amateurs. Messages are sent all over the world free of charge by amateurs who have formed into “nets” or groups and maintain regular schedules for re- ceiving and delivering all kinds of messages. The 30,000 or more licensed amateur operators are kept banded together by the American Radio Relay League, which acts as the representative for “Hamdom”. Take my word for it, Amateur Radio is a great hobby! BASKETBALL QUINCY High can well be proud of its 1934 basketball team lead by Captain Howie Martin which has just finished the most successful season a Quincy High bas- ketball team has had in many years, having won 13 games and lost 3 in their regular sched- ule, and having won a place in the Tech Tourna- ment. Eddie “The Baron” Dunn aggregated 100 points to lead the team in scoring honors with his fine basket shooting from all parts of the floor and his excellent floor work which was outstanding in every game and won a place for him on the all-Tech second team. Harold Kapsis was next highest with 73 points, most of them obtained from follow-up shots in which he specialized. “Knobble” was also an excellent feeder for his team mates. Quincy proved it was going places this year when they went to Fitch- burgh on a cold icy night, and with determination rarely seen went out on the Fitchburg court, and defeated the Fitchburg team 28-25 in a hard fought game with Quincy always just one step ahead in scoring and play- ing. “Swede” Almstrom and Howie Martin with their long arms always clut- ching for the ball and their sphinx-like attitudes kept the Quincy teams always cool, calm, and collected. Over at Tech the fellows had an off day and out of forty-three shots they got something like five, which only goes to show they missed the breaks and even if they had sunk the foul shots they were given they would have come out victors. The players received attractive medals for playing at Tech. Of this year’s team only Howie Martin and Eddie Dobbyn are graduat- ing which points to a banner season for next year with so many experi- enced players coming back. The varsity had a distinct advantage over their opponents in the matter of scoring for they piled up 457 points to their 268. Team play proved an outstanding feature of this year’s group and a spirit of friendliness that was always present among the fellows whether they were winning or losing, often managed to pull them out of the fire. Chelsea proved Quincy’s Waterloo by twice defeating Quincy especially in the final game in the last seconds of play with a lucky basket by a Chelsea substitute. Vic Di Gravio and Jim McCollum played fine games at guard, and man- aged to get quite a few points to help the scoring honors of the team, and to keep the other team to the lowest possible score. Mac is still looking for a gym with a ceiling high enough not to spoil his long shots. The second team compiled a record of 9 wins and 5 defeats with George Pearson taking the high scoring honors with 42 points. The “Baron’s” advice is give them height and have basket sense and they will go in. “Knobble” Kapsis used to throw a stuffed paper bag through the hoops in the Point Junior High yard when he wasn’t even rated as a basketball player, and his love of the game finally made him the fine center he is. Swede used a comb once after the Northeastern game. Nobody ever re- members his hair having been combed before that. Howie Martin and Eddie Dobbyn have played basketball together since they were nine years old, mostly at the “Y”. Remember the basket that won the Milton game when “Swede” sank a long shot from the middle of the floor in the closing minutes? There was only one player put out on fouls this season, a record in itself! If anybody ever wondered where the team spent its spare moments, he should visit the “Y”, where he would see all the fellows either watching a basketball game, or having a round table discussion while waiting their turns to play Ping-pong—the team’s chief hobby. INDOOR TRACK C5 HE indoor track season started with a meet at Watertown, where Quincy showed up well in the field events, but they lost 54-23 because they failed to place in the running events, probably because they were not used to the new Watertown saucer and the Watertown runners, unlike most scholastic indoor track men, wore spikes. At the annual meet at Northeastern Univer- sity, Deboer scored a second in the shot put, and Harper placed in the hurdles and broad jump, this meet writing the finis on their careers at school. At Brockton, Biller’s first in the dash, and Reardon’s five markers in the shot put, helped make up the Quincy total of 16 against Brockton’s 61. Quincy wound up the season by scoring 1% points in Class B, of the State meet held at the Boston Garden. Biller captured a fourth in the dash, and the relay team of Biller, Sundelin, Nourse and Barry accounted for the fraction. Incidentally, although Tuxford bettered Stevenson’s Dedham mark by a quarter of an inch, he failed to get a place. These high-jumpers, Stevenson and Tuxford, both sophomores, ought to be heard of in coming years, as should Nourse in the 600 and Brennion and Gentry in the 1000. These, and others, carry Quincy's hopes for next year, to say nothing of outdoor track this year. HOCKEY aLTHOUGH Quincy High's hockey team did not en- joy an over-successful sea- son, Coach H. Kenneth Hudson is not chagrined. In fact, H. Kenneth is pleased. He did not expect to burn up the ice with his inexperienced outfit. The only benefit which he ex- pected from this season was that the boys would get some much-needed experience. This hope was realized, for although his charges won only one game in the Bay State League, they gained so much experience that, by the season's end, they ranked as the most improved club in the league. With over sixty per-cent of his squad returning next year, Mr. Hudson can well afford to let the value of this season's play be judged by next year's results. The seniors who played this year include, Forwards: Pyne, McKenna, Grogan, O'Brien, Hurley. Defense: Ordway, Mason, Shearer, Fallon, Mac- Mulkin. Goal: Wilmath. The lower classmen who will form the nucleus of next year's outfit are: Forwards: Monahan, Mai vesti, Yoerger, McDade, Keith, McMurray, Leh- tonen, Langton. Defense: Cleary, Service, Sargent. Goal: Nugent, DeCelle. HERBERT GAUDREAU, TAXIDERMIST [Continued from page 14] ichthyologist, and sportsman. The mounting must be an exact replica of its living specimen. Our taxidermist could make his way in the field of painting, we are certain, for, his water-color sketches which he showed us have no rival from the point of vivid, accurate coloring, lifelike appear- ance, and remarkable reproduction. Gaudreau thinks little of his artistic abilities and whenever we spoke of the fine quality of his work, he turned the conversation in another direction, no doubt thinking little of the ex- quisite likenesses which flow from his brush. I learned much about the technical processes involved in mounting an- imals, but will not repeat it here for obvious reasons. The staff of the American Museum is the goal of the young artist. In a few weeks an exhibition of his work will be on display in the show window of the Granite Trust Building. This is a good chance to see some real art. We suggest you take advantage of it. WRESTLING QORTH Quincy High, in its first year of league competition, startled the sports world by dethroning the cham- pion Quincy High outfit which had been un- defeated for two straight years. Quincy, never- theless, was runner-up, wresting second place from several fighting competitors. Head Coach, Leland H. Anderson, deserves unbounded praise for the manner in which he brought an inexperienced squad within an ace of a third consecutive State schoolboy title. Quincy and North pulled grunt to grunt until the final, when North won out by a narrow margin. This year’s team was made from the following men: 95-Francario, Battista. 105-Guarcello, (Capt.), Dunn. 115-Monte, Chisholm. 125-Mulroy, McDonough. 135-Cummings, Sharpe. 145-Lowe, McGregor, D’Olympio. 155-Wirtz, Ricciuti, Von Berg. 165-Godfrey, Lund, Garnett. SPORTSFOLIO By Cliff WUmath Quincy’s sorrow at losing the wrestling championship was assuaged a little by the thought that since North triumphed it’s all in the family and the title has not left Quincy for four years. Even now it looks more like the hockey than the baseball season. The snow on the ground is just beginning to melt, although we still feel confi- dent that the ground will be in playing condition by July or August. Just in case it is, here’s the Sportsfolio A. A. picked March 12, 1934. How does it compare with Coach Clarks’s Team? Mullen, Cleary, catchers; Fallon, Orlando, Porter, Mainhall and Sunnenberg pitchers; Spillane, lb; Ryan, 2b; Daley, Monahan, ss; Malvesti, Appel, 3b; Giglio, Grogan, Comparato, outfield. We have a suggestion to make. Having seen many basketball games, we have noticed a marked similiarity between it and hockey. One important feature is lacking, however, and that is crediting a player with a point for his personal standing when he figures in a play which results in a basket by another member of this team. This would correspond to the rating called “assist” in hockey, and would reward those players who constantly feed the pill to a team mate rather than shoot themselves, a great temptation. At the beginning of the school year, a rumor was circulated about the school that Quincy High possessed some cheer-leaders. The few foolish people who stoutly vowed this rumor to be true, were laughed into silence when the basketball season came and went and no cheer leaders appeared. It certainly was a peculiar situation. There was Quincy possessing one of the finest basketball teams in the state, having a tremendous following at the game, but giving the players ragged unorganized cheers. Soon baseball will be in full swing. We expect to have a good team, but there’s nothing like support to make a good team better. Let’s have some action. BASEBALL © HEN Coach George E. Clark said, “All baseball candidates this way!”, a thundering herd of 175 psuedo-ball swatters answered the call. This is a large squad, in fact it is the largest in the history of the school. To be conservative, we would venture to say that there will most likely be nine ball players out of the hundred seventy-five. It would ap- pear that the real job will be to choose the nine best men from the group. Captain George Fallon, number one pitcher, will, of course, help Coach Clark in his selec- tions, but their task is far from enviable. At this writing, the ground is under a blanket of snow, so that the work- outs in the gym are the only practices which can be held. Last year the team enjoyed a very successful season, giving North a pair of unearthly wallopings, defeating among others, Newton, and Chel- sea, and this looks like another good season. THE KING OF HOBBIES [Continued from page 19] for the twenty-four dollars. A dealer bought them from him for $15,000 and sold them to Colonel Greene for $20,000. The stamps now sell at $3,000 apiece and the twenty-four dollar sheet is worth $300,000. The most valuable stamp in the world is a one cent British Guiana stamp, cataloguing at $50,000. So, if you want to collect stamps, you can go in for the investment, the education they offer, or for any other attraction, but remember—each stamp tells a story. TENNIS ITH the feeling of spring in the air, our thoughts turn to tennis which has a very bright outlook this year with four veterans re- turning and a host of others coming up from the second team. Already some of the fellows have purchased the very smart looking white jerseys, with an insignia on the front showing a blue tennis racquet with the letters “Q. T. T.” emblazoned on it, which the boys will wear in the approaching season. The winner of the elimination series conducted as soon as the boys have had some practice, will automatically become captain. The race for cap- taincy, it would seem, is between Paul and Bill Hurley. Paul is the present holder of the Quincy City Boy's title, but Bill is also an excellent player. The team will be coached by Almon E. Dean, and Allan Lundie will be the manager. Twelve games have been arranged with ten of the twelve played at home, and some excellent matches are anticipated. GIRLS’ BASKETBALL Basketball, the favorite sport of many, has been the main interest of athletically inclined girls as well as boys, during the last three months. Due to a late beginning this year, the February senior team, which had two of the best forwards in the school—Helen Spadorcia and Sylvia Knottenen— was unable to participate in the interclass games. These two girls, however, along with other graduates are slated to play a team chosen from the class teams before the season is over. The main object of the coaches, Miss Baker and Miss Kitchen, as this goes to press, is to pick a good, scrappy squad to go up and beat our arch- rivals, the North Quincy girls. This is the only varsity game, other than the alumnae games, that the girls play; therefore it is the objective tilt of the season and there is a great deal of spirit among the two teams. The finals of the interclass games brought together two of the keenest junior teams that have been seen here for a long time. The Junior Whites, captained by dynamic Gery Murphy, with four wins and one loss to their credit, set out with determination to beat the Junior Blues who, with Gertrude Booth as their leader, and the same number of wins and losses, were equally determined. The Whites, however, came out victorious, 20 to 14. With the superb playing of Captain Murphy, forward, and Edith Pyyny, guard, the Whites managed to keep the game in hand throughout, although their greatest difficulty came in subduing the fighting Captain Booth, for- ward, Madeline Jancaterina, side-center, and Edith Moscardelli, guard. Other members of the White team who will receive their letters, are Aile Karhu, Helen Hillier, Eunice Loud, Mary Grazioza, Angela Zarelli, Isabel McAuley, and Martha Hervimaki. Ida Spadorcia, Marjorie Hadlock, Mar- garet Greene, Katherine Leppala and Jennie Juskie, comprised the re- mainder of the Blue team. REWARD REWARD WANTED FOR Forgery and the Senior Issue of the Golden Rod Class room Jokes, alias Humor alias Wise Cracks Description Height: 6 feet by 4 feet by 1 inch. (Length—under 75 words) Weight: .000005 (No more than 20 lbs. of Jokes from anyone) Eyes: Red, Green, or Yellow. Nose: “Shnozzle.” Mouth: 4 feet by 2 feet. Teeth: Pearly. (Both of them) Hair: Scarlet. (Both of them) Remarks: This elusive character hides behind radiators and under deskcovers. He assumes the shape of school-mates and even teachers. When caught, Jokes should be placed in the box in Room 63, with the name of the captor attached. (If 2 fellows send the same joke, the first re- ceived gets preference) There will be 4 prizes (teachers are re- quested to join this huge Joke Hunt.) STATISTICS For every student in the Quincy High School there are .033 teachers. They make themselves pretty evident for such small fry! It is almost two years since the au- ditorium clock has had hands.. A chance for a wealthy alumnus to get busy. A kiss has been defined as an anatomical juxtaposition of the two orbicular muscles in a state of contraction______and it seemed so simple! The F’34 Class boasts of three members who did not come back for P. G.’s... Nice work boys! A collection has been underway to raise funds for pea- nut roaster in the cafeteria, but to date no contributions have been made. There are less than two hun- dred words that are essential in the English language .. And thous- ands of dollars are spent yearly for English teachers. The first words spoken by Joe Penner were not, “Do you wanna buy a duck?” The class of F’34 boasts that three of its members did not return for P. G.’s. 30 HEART BROKE LOVER I met her on a raft at sea, I stared at her, she stared at me, And when I gazed in her blue eyes, I thought I’d live in Paradise, If I could only please her heart, And make her say “We ne'er shall part.” Brookline was her native town, Many's the night I've gone around, Neglecting homework and duties, Forsaking all, her will to please, Candy, flowers, chocolates. Telephones, restaurants, theatre dates, Alas, thou cruel, unchanging fates I found a book half filled with dates, T’was hers, t'was filled with many names Of all the men who were her flames. There is the river dark and free, No more platonic love for me. SNOW by Percy Bosh Willy Wind blows snow Snow won't go Wind gets cold Snow Freezes Car gets stuck Out of luck. Driver scolds. Car Wheezes Oh, What a treat I've got wet feet No school for me Oh! Swell! What did you say? No school today? And me in bed Aw! H -------- To be filled in with discretion. TRAFFIC SQUAD TRIALS by One of Them Note: This is a gentle warning to all sophomores and juniors who have hopes of being one of the force in the far future. When I was informed at the be- ginning of this year that I was a member of the traffic squad, my spirits soared to the highest de- gree. Before two days had passed as an officer, my “faux pas'' were as numerous as the sand in spin- ach. Often did I seize offenders who persisted in going left (deah old England) and more often were they members of the faculty. Since then the teachers have a- voided me. So the beet red color that was slowly becoming a part of my face, has gradually given way to my natural color. This way- laying however, is a compliment to those teachers. They looked so young that I thought they were pupils ... quarter please. Then there are my playful little friends who cannot afford to lose the opportunity of bestowing a hearty slap on the back accom- panied by the pert remark of “Hi Nellie'' or “Can you take it?” There is always a friend who simply must tell me the latest news (but has to keep going under the watchful eye of a teacher) and so goes round me in circles 'til I feel like an overworked revolving door. At the close of every period the population of the school mills a- round me as though it is a football eleven tackling a dummy. As an added attraction, innocent looking pens and sharp edged rulers prick and jab me in the mad rush. There are always those brilliant little sophomores who yell, “Must we go round the dummy?” and then play a game of hide and seek with me. As it happens, I don’t mind being called a dummy. All of us get hardened to insults after a month. I dislike being butted by them as though they were bulls seeing red. Walking out on the first bell is not all strawberry short cake and whipped cream. Assignments are usually given to me in pieces. One day I had the pleasant experience of translating 27 lines of Latin on the wrong page. Study rooms seem to be my Waterloo. When leaving on the first bell the teacher seems to cock one eyebrow and say, “My dear child, you’re not fooling me.” One teacher ironically remarked,” Are you by any chance on traffic?” That remark was terrific, colossal. I’ll even go so far as to say it was mediocre. It upset my senior dig- nity. There are always minor mishaps such as three students linking arms in the corridors. They are so fond of each other that when they have to separate to go by me, they glare at me for such a heinous of- fence. A quaint sewing circle con- gregates daily near my position. Try and break them up. It’s like separating the Siamese twins. People whom I scarcely know thrust a pen or pencil in my hand and hurriedly say, “Give this to Annie.” (Annie, it wasn’t my fault that you didn’t get the pencil.) Bien entendu, there are future Glenn Cunninghams and Gene Venzkes who sprint along the cor- ridors at least twice a day. If I don’t get out of the way, I might just as well be a Hurdle. So goes the life of a traffic offi- cer and such are the trials and tribulations of the whole squad. Woe unto him who thinks the life is a merry one. L. J. C. Insights into the why and wherefore From a reliable source comes this: Mr. Wilson, when a boy, had a job which consisted of keeping the sidewalks adjacent to his house free of snow. The owner of the vacant lot lived out of town and he agreed to pay George by the hour for his labor. So-ooooo, Mr. Wilson is still adding time ... to detention skippers. Is my neck scarlet? In senior assembly, when Mr. Collins is about to read from the Bible, a weighty stillness fills the hall. One Friday, in the midst of this silence, a sweet miss dropped her pocketbook with a clatter and to add to her discomfort a fellow exclaimed in an effeminate stage whisper: “Oh, Heck, there goes my flask again!” Gigolo??? Mr. Collins (orating at assem- bly) : “And the more I come in con- tact with lipstick, the more dis- tasteful it becomes to me.” Anti-ping pong society formed Mr. Buckingham warned his classes of the danger involved in playing ping-pong. It seems that a member of his sixth period class brought in a ping-pong ball, and, with “trig” books as racquets, a heated game was in progress dur- ing his absence from the room .. He came back, with dire results to the ping-pongists. Why Mr. Noyes!!! Mr. Noyes (to student, late for class) : Where's your slip? He: I don’t wear those things! Mistaken identity Miss Howe: Now, Bramhall, “de” contracts with “lequel” to form “duquel”. Bob: Oh I know him! “Duke” Ellington. Phonetic spelling Miss Call (having class spell a long word) : What comes after “0”? Class (wearily) : Yeah. Coffee and doughnuts “Achilles’s mother grabbed him by the heel and dunked him in the river!” Oops, pardon me Mac: I’m a sportsman. I’ll bet that you can’t get five foul shots in a row! Zilch: 0. K. I’ll bet five bucks that I can! Mac: Whoa. I said a sportsman, not a banker. DICTIONARY By Noah Webster Wordfinder; Ph. D; M. D. Phys. Dr. M. F. L. P. etc. artichoke: a lot of skin with noth- ing inside bear: a hog in need of a shave beard: something used to hide a loud necktie black-eyed Susan: a daisy that couldn’t take it cabbage: a cauliflower turned green with envy elephant: an anteater who would- n’t diet eraser: what hits you on the head as teacher enters French: a language that’s all Greek to us ice: what we don’t see before we fall insane asylum: place where joke editors go at the age of twenty insect: what comic sheet charac- ters call each other joke: what we laugh at when we don’t see the point moose: a horse that got tangled up with a clothes tree morn: something used by poets to rhyme with “waving corn” parsley: a disappointed sunflower skunk: a disillusioned kitten sportsman: fellow who bets on a sure loser spring: a time when our fancy turns to thoughts of graduation traffic-officers: place where stud- ents wipe their feet viper: what Fagen is EDITOR’S NOTE : This dictionary is, in our opin- ion, the best of its kind in the Eng- lish language and embodies the following new improvements, found in no other dictionary be- cause this dictionary is compiled purposely for high school stud- ents: 1. All the words are one one page —no hunting! If the word is not on the first page, there aint no such word. 2. No heavy cover—No tugging and lifting! The reduced postage costs en- able us to undersell all compet- itors. 3. No “new word” section. 4. No “Gazetteer.” 5. No “Biographical Dictionary” 6. No “Useless Information” These last improvements are due to the fact that all of our knowledge was used in the dic- tionary proper. 7. These modern improvements will allow the juniors to evade the senseless task of poring in the library so that the following senior class will not have a down- trodden, beaten air. N. W. W. SECRETARIES WANTED There is a demand for men and women with a knowledge of shorthand. The work itself pays well, the jobs are neat and clean, and the boss is generally one of the “higher-ups. ” He notices the work of the secretary and promotes and pays accordingly. The job itself is the farthest away from the so-called “blind alley” job and progress is generally more rapid than through most other phases of business. With these positions in mind, the Bryant Stratton School of Boston has made a course that will give an excellent training in the shortest possible time. The principal subjects are, naturally, shorthand and typewriting, the next most important being Secretarial Accounting and Business Mathematics. In addition to these are what we call the minor subjects, Business Letter Writing, Penmanship (a great help to shorthand as well as longhand,) Spelling and Vocabulary Building, Business English (if necessary) and Commercial Law (a study of contracts, notes, etc.) Although not compulsory, a great many Secretarial students take Economics and Salesmanship and Advertising. For an easy and effective way of getting into business, this course is excellent. Write for school catalogue. L. O. WHITE, Principal Bryant Stratton School 334 Boylston Street, Boston, Mass. Patronize Golden-Rod Advertisers OMER MORIN: ASTRONOMER [Continued from page 13] and an instructor of astronomy at the school itself. Mr. Campbell obtained for Omer the use of all the wonderful facilities of the observatory, giving him an opportunity to get a real close look at stars he never dreamed existed. Omer describes his first look at a star hanging in space, burning with a ghastly and ethereal bluish light, surrounded by a universe of total darkness, as the greatest thrill of his life. “You look through the powerful telescope at that awful star, all alone in space, and it gives you a feeling that you are all alone in the universe. It gives you a very queer feeling in the stomach, one almost of fear.” Young Morin has become quite prominent among the younger scientists of Quincy in the past few years and has lectured on astronomy at the South Junior High School, illustrating his talk with some excellent slides loaned to him by Harvard. He has also talked to the Quincy High Girls Club. On leaving Quincy High, Omer will enter Harvard University, where he will major in astronomy. After completing the four-year course he will take a two-year graduate course in astronomy, and after that he hopes to become a member of Harvard University Observatory Staff. Give a Thought To the FUTURE Have you thought of the time when you will be ready to take your place in the world of industry? Have you picked the career you wish to follow? 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