Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 56 of the 1935 volume:

uane public Libra Quincy, Mass. Quincy Senior High School MEMBER OF Golden Rod CONTEST NUMBER Volume XLVII - Number I - Price 25 cents PUBLISHED TWICE A YEAR Entered as second class matter June 26, 1928 at the Post Office at Boston, Mass., under the Act of March 3, 1879 SHORT STORY CONTEST WINNERS Theodore Salvati. Harry Elstob..... James Whelan..... Kathleen Moran.... James Gumming ... prize award honorable mention ART CONTEST WINNERS prize award honorable mention Frances Reynolds (W. W. G.) Jeannette Bourdage............. OUR CONTEST JUDGES Short Story Mrs. Molly Connolly Charlotte Coates Mrs. Galen W. Hill Frederic Just Mr. Frederick Hunt Art Miss Amy Adams Samuel Evans The Golden Rod staff takes this opportunity to thank heartily the judges who worked so diligently determining which stories and cover design were worthy of appearing in this issue of the Golden Rod. We regret to admit that no poems submitted in time for the Poetry Contest were quite up to the standards required for an award; therefore no award was made. Since the contest, however, we have received some commendable verse which we arc printing in this number. THE SECRET BENEFACTOR A TRUE STORY By Theodore Salvat SHORT STORY CONTEST WINNER AVE you attended to the business I spoke of particularly yesterday?” asked Mr. MacDonald, a wealthy owner of real estate, addressing an intelligent, fair looking young man who sat at a desk, as the above named gentleman entered his office. John Benson colored with embarrassment. For the moment his hand moveJ nervously across his brow, then raising his handsome eyes to his employer's face, he answered in a frank, steady tone: I have neglected to follow your instructions.” Sir?” I am sorry—” Sorry!” cried Mr. MacDonald angrily, sorry indeed, and this is the way you attend to my affairs! Young man, if you think I will pass over this carelessness—” I beg your pardon,” said John, with a face like marble, but speaking in a calm tone, ' I am guilty of no carelessness. I have endeavored to do my duty. Your duty was to follow my instructions. No. 23 has been losing busi- ness for me long enough. The family have had warning. You could not have misunderstood me. I told you that if the rent was not paid before twelve o’clock yesterday—” I visited the family,” rejoined John, and it seemed to me that, had you seen what I saw, you would not have had me apply the extremity of the law to their miserable case. They are very poor, they are sick, and they are suf- fering. You would not have the heart to—” John Benson, exclaimed Mr. MacDonald angrily, you have been in mv employ two years. I have found you faithful, honest, capable, and would not willingly part with you, but since you prefer your way of doing business to mine, and presume to dictate, it is not proper that we should work together any longer.” I have thought myself,” said John, that since I cannot conscientiously pursue the extremes you deem necessary, it will be best for me to quit your service. I am ready,” he added fixing his mild eye upon Mr. MacDonald’s face, I am ready to go.” Well, sir, we will have a settlement at once. How much am I indebted to you? What is your due?” Nothing.” Nothing! How—how is this?” T tg Cjolden Roc) You will see. Cast your eyes over this page. Yes, I perceive you have taken up your wages lately, as soon as due,” said Mr. MacDonald, who remembering his clerk’s fidelity and capacity was becom- ing softened. This is a new thing, however. But I presume you have in- vested your money advantageously? I have tried to make a Christian use of it,” answered John coldly. Have you been dealing in stocks? No, sir.” Ah, you lost confidence in me and thought proper to put your money in other hands!” I have neither made investments nor loans, said John, with a peculiar smile. What small funds I could command, I have used.” You!” Yes, sir.” Bless me, John! I thought you a steady young man, and how you can have consumed your entire salary I am unable to conceive.” And I presume I should be unable to explain it to your satisfaction, sir. It is a subject which it can avail nothing to converse upon. If you get a man in my place immediately, I should be willing to save you the trouble of instruct- ing him in the state of your business.” Certainly if you please and you shall be paid—” I did not make the offer expecting remuneration. I trust that I kept my accounts in such a manner that it will not require half an hour to make an intelligent man understand the entire business.” John,” exclaimed Mr. MacDonald, I—I dislike to part with you so. We have always agreed until this time.” Six months ago,” replied John Benson, this family in No. 23 could not pay their quarter’s rent. I had orders to turn them into the street. I did not do it.” But—but the rent was paid.” You permitted me to give them a few days’ grace; you permitted this, on my promise to see that the rent was paid. You are right, sir—it was paid; the next quarter’s rent was also paid. At present they cannot pay. Knowing the condition of the family, I cannot follow your instructions.” 'Well,” said Mr. MacDonald hardening himself, I have rules with regard to my tenants which cannot be broken. I have rules with regard to persons in my employ which nothing can induce me to break. Justice is my motto. It’s a good one; I shall stand by it.” Mercy is a better one, sometimes,” replied John, softly. Justice is admir- able in all—but mercy is the powerful, it’s God-like.” 6 Thus Mr. MacDonald parted with his faithful clerk. Another clerk took the place of John Benson. About the first business Mr. Carrol, the new clerk, attended to concerned the poor family in No. 23. They vacate the premises immediately,” he said to Mr. MacDonald. But there is some mystery about the family, they made allusions to yourself, which I was unable to understand.” To me?” Ye:;, sir, they spoke of your kindness to them—” My kindness!” Mr. MacDonald colored. The woman is an invalid,” said Mr. Carrol. The man is a fine looking, intellectual person, with thin cheeks, a broad pale forehead and bright, ex- pressive eyes. He has been for a year at work on some mechanical invention, which he believes is going to be a vast benefit to manufacturing.” I have heard Mr. Benson speak of that,” replied Mr. MacDonald. But what did these people say of me?” That they had been indebted to you for numerous favors—” Favors?” Yes, sir—at work with his invention which of course cannot afford him an income until completed, Mr. White has not been able to do much towards the support of his family. Mrs. White, as I said, is an invalid. Their only child, a daughter about seventeen and a girl of some accomplishments, has done a considerable amount of work towards their support.” I have heard all this from Mr. Benson. But what did they say of me?” That in these circumstances they have received benefits from you for which they are very grateful, and I assure you, sir, there were tears in the poor woman’s eyes; when she said it, she was sincere.” Humph!” They appreciated these favors so much the more,” said Mr. Carrol, from the fact that, as Mr. White’s invention is a secret, and all his instruments and contrivances have been in the house, it would have been a sore disadvan- tage to be obliged to move. His invention is now on the eve of completion, and he is firm in the hope of being able to pay with interest all your benefits.” Mr. MacDonald concealed his feelings and leaving Mr. Carrol to believe he was a man who did a great deal of good in a quiet way, went himself to make an attempt to clear up the mystery, by visiting No. 23. He found the Whites making preparations to vacate the premises. To a beautiful girl, with a handkerchief over her head, who was carrying small articles of furniture to the hall, he made known his wish to see Mr. White. This gentleman was engaged in packing up his machinery, but soon com- 'The Cjolden ing out of his secret room and locking the door behind him, he appeared before Mr. MacDonald. As these two individuals had never met, the landlord was obliged to introduce himself. I feel highly honored. I am thankful for this indication of kindness,” said Mr. White with emotion. ' I understand,” said Mr. MacDonald, that you have been to work on an important mechanical invention.” Yes, sir, and I am happy to inform you it is completed; the model has gone to Washington. I have used all the money 1 could scrape together to pay the expenses of the patent right, but, sir, a manufacturing company is ready to negotiate with me for my machine and in a very short time I shall be able to pay all my debts.” I have concluded that I might as well permit you to remain here a short time longer—although I am myself pressed for money,” he said with a thought- ful air. My dear sir,” exclaimed Mr. White, this is a favor I had no right to expect, but I am sincerely grateful for what you have done for us. If we can remain here you shall be no loser. Your debt I consider sacred; those many benefits shall never be forgotten.” Benefits! I am not aware that you are much indebted to me.” You are pleased to say so, but for two quarters’ rent you gave me receipts in full, relying upon my honor for payment at some future time. I have also received sums to aid me in prosecuting my invention. I have no time doubted that the money came from you.” Mr. MacDonald pressed his forehead with his hand. After a pause he said: And why, may I ask—why did you give me the credit?” Excuse me for mentioning the subject,” said Mr. White, but although you parted in anger from your sister—” Sir! exclaimed Mr. MacDonald, starting and changing color. Hers was a pardonable offence,” said Mr. White. She didn't want to marry the man whom you chose for her husband. You disowned her, you have never met her since. But this wvas years ago, and I knew you could not cherish resentment so long.” My God,” cried Mr. MacDonald, what do you mean? I have heard nothing of her for twenty years. I know not what has become of her.” Mr. White fixed his eyes upon his landlord in speechless astonishment. Is it possible?” he murmured. Arc you serious?” Upon my soul, I have made inquiries for Mary, without success. I have supposed her dead.” Then these benefits have not been bestowed, because—” (continued on page 2 f) THE CASE OF THE MISSING SON HONORABLE MENTION By Harry Elstob Detective-Inspector John Mulvey rubbed himself vigorously as he stood under the steaming shower. There, going down the drain, was dirt accumulated over a period of several hours. If he could but wash his troubles away in a like manner, how much happier he would be. But, he sighed, that sort of thing just can’t be done. As he stepped from the heavy downpour, he reached out a thick hand and turned the water off. This last motion accomplished, he proceeded to rub himself still more briskly with a thick Turkish towel provided for that purpose. When he was thoroughly dried, he wended his way through the maze of lockers to the spot where his own stood open. Here he started the task of getting dressed again and, his troubles forgotten for an instant, he visioned the hot dinner he knew awaited him at home. Unaware of their superior’s presence in the adjoining shower, four patrol- men sat talking and playing cards in the recreation room provided for the-t members of the Bedford Police Department. Ralph Coneghan, his chair tilted at a precarious angle, surveyed each of his comrades in turn. Good friends were these four, Patterson, Graves, O’Hara, and himself. None of them was married and consequently they roomed to- gether, ate together, and went around with each other. At the station house they had acquired the nickname The Four Musketeers.’’ Therefore their con- versation was their own and no matter how intimate it became or how public it may have been, it travelled no further than the table at which they sat. Your deal, Jack,’’ spoke up Graves, speaking to O’Hara who was seated across from him. O. K.,” replied the other laconically. He rolled up his shirt sleeves. That’s to show you that I don’t cheat,’’ he said mockingly. Heard anything about our so-called 'boy bandit’?” It was Coneghan that spoke. I haven’t heard anything,” said Patterson in a rather disappointed tone. Nor me,” spoke up O’Hara, who had just finished dealing the cards. 7Ite Cjolden Roc) I guess he's dropped out of sight,” finished Graves. I wonder why they don’t get some real detectives on this force. Here a youngster has been robbing stores, banks, and houses for five weeks and they haven’t got a single clue. A twenty year old boy has got the police department of a big city like Bedford stumped.” The speaker snickered. You’re right about the detectives this city has. I’m the man they should have on this case,” boasted Coneghan. And what, my dear fellow, gave you the great idea that you, a mere patrol- man, could compete with the master minds of our detective bureau?” asked Graves jokingly. 'My dear fellow,” replied Coneghan imitating Graves and yet using a more serious tone, has it not yet dawned upon you that our beloved detective-inspec- tor’s son disappeared just two, let me spell it for you t-w-o, two days before the first robbery and that the descriptions of the boy bandit’ tally identically with his?” The three men jumped up as one. In the same breath it was with almost the same words that they said it was preposterous. And at the same instant they sat down and commenced arguing, the card game forgotten. It was with a heavy heart that the detective overheard the conversation pre- viously recorded. He sat down on a bench that happened to be near and wiped his brow with a silk handkerchief. True, the detective staff was slow to rec- ognize the fact that this patrolman had realized from the start. He had lab- ored so hard to keep his subordinates from linking up the two incidents and now this. His head was beaded with drops of perspiration despite the fact that he continued to wipe them away. How long he sat there he did not know, but when he finally finished dress- ing, the patrolmen had vacated the next room and Mulvey slunk out much as a child does that has been found out in a lie. He gave a sigh of relief when he found himself outside the building. He could think more clearly in the open air. Outside, the comparatively warm afternoon had turned into a cold Decem- ber night. Large flakes of snow fell from the sky and blanketed the ground to a depth of several inches. On each telephone pole a Christmas tree lifted its branches proudly to the starlit sky. At every corner figures in red and white, accompanied by a bell and crimson bucket, collected money for some charitable organization. Everywhere a gay Christmas spirit prevailed. Was this not the eve of the most looked-forward-to holiday of the entire year? Mulvey saw none of the holiday spirit nor dressings as he pushed his way through the jolly crowd. Many times a friend tapped him on the back or said some cheery word, but they were rewarded only with an icy stare or perhaps nothing at all. Tonight he had eyes for no one. The policeman picked his way through the mile and a half shopping center and approached an intersection not as busy as the other streets on that night. Tite Cjolden Disregarding the traffic lights that forbade him to cross, he started to go when a strong arm pulled him back onto the pavement. For an instant he dismissed all other thoughts from his mind to see who had dared stop him from crossing the street and he looked up into the jovial face of Tim Duggan. Sure, but what is on the mind of my friend that makes him, a police officer, cross the street on a red light? queried the patrolman. Oh! It’s you, Tim. I didn’t know just what I was doing, I guess. You see I was thinking,” he confessed lamely. You don’t say, and if it’s not getting too personal, what were you thinkin’ about?” Mulvey, who had again unconsciously forgotten his immediate surroundings, shook himself. Uhhh. What was that you were saying, Tim?” So that’s it. You’re worryin’ about that son of yours again? Well, don’c worry, John. You know he’s just at that restless stage when he wants to see the world. I bet you had the same feelin’ yourself. Now didn’t you?” Mulvey confessed that he’d had some sort of notion in his younger days. You see that’s just what he’s done. Wanted to see a bit of the world before he settled down, that’s natural, isn’t it?” That may be all right, Tim, but I overheard a conversation tonight. It concerned something I have thought a lot about and hoped no one else would think of. He shrugged his shoulders. Foolish, I admit, but something within me tells me not to investigate these 'boy bandit’ robberies any further.” Why?” Because-----” Because you think John is back of them,” finished the patrolman. And who was it who had the same idea on their mind, may I ask?” Oh, Coneghan, I think.” At the mention of Coneghan’s name, Tim went into an elaborated descrip- tion of the man. Don’t listen to him, my boy (Mulvey was much older than himself). They’re like a bunch of old women; they will talk about anything.” The two conversed for several minutes more on a variety of subjects before Mulvey consulted his watch and found it to be after ten o'clock and that his hot dinner” was in all events now cold. He started to say his goodbye when he broke off and demanded his friend's revolver. Why? Surely you’re not thinking of suicide, my friend,” said the police- man always ready with a humorous reply. Come, quick, I must have the gun.” And then by way of explanation he pointed to a single row of footprints that led up to the now empty Van Doran residence. The footprints had been made while they had stood talking. (continued on page 45) 11 To Gertrude Stein A poem is a poem is a poem and so As I think as I write and I write as I think As I ponder and ponder with ponderings, and so As I read what I write, I read and I blink, As I think as I ponder and blink as I write. I must have a subject, a subject, indeed, which Makes sense in a sentence where a sentence is right, So I ponder and blink and think as I blink, Which Is whicher of which is the Whicher”? So I choose And I loose as I choose all my blinkings And thinking of subjects I choose all I loose, And also and so and so also so, my thinkings I loose as I choose and I think As I ponder and write as I blink! Frances Pinkham OR two solid hours we had sat spellbound watching the breathtak- ing adventures of Martin Johnson’s motion picture, Wings Over Africa. Elephant stampedes and charging rhinos made even these daring people tense with fear. In just a few minutes we were going to venture an interview with this courageous couple who constantly courted death in the wilds of Africa. Inside the lobby we soon were shaking hands with the hero of Africa, Martin Johnson, a tall, well-built man with laughing blue eyes and sandy-colored hair. Osa, his wife, stood close by, a petite, dark haired woman with a fascinating smile. From her appearance one could more easily picture her entertaining in the drawing room than charging wild African animals. Glancing for a minute at a copy of the Golden Rod we had brought with us and knowing our desires, Mr. Johnson smiled and said, Tell the boys and girls back in Quincy not to worry about where the next dollar is coming from. I never do.” In fact, when he was younger, he was never discouraged by what people told him, but went on trying to do the thing that he wished and as you know he surely has succeeded! Even now he and his wife like their work so much that on their next trip they intend to walk 900 miles in the Belgian Congo to do some more photographing. Their life is full of thrills, variety, and often times danger. Once when they had built a blind and were photographing some nearby leopards, the wind suddenly changed and the animals caught their scent. One of the leopards leaped through the blind and with gaping jaws made right for Mr. Johnson. Only a foot away from Mr. Johnson’s face he was stopped in his tracks by Osa, a crack shot who always stands guard while her husband shoots his pictures. The leopard was so close that when he was shot he fell right on top of the camera. It is only in instances like this that the Johnsons ever kill any animals In fact, Mr. Johnson added, A hunter does not kill as many animals in a year as a lion kills in one night.” (continued on page Jt5) FIVE MINUTES WITH FABIEN SEVITSKY AN INTERVIEW By Joseph Burry LAY for me something” was Mr. Sevitsky’s request as my turn came for the audition which would, perhaps, make me a member of his Young Musicians’ Orchestra. Later, as Mr. Sevitsky entered the rehearsal room, took off his raccoon coat and gave it to Phoebe his personal and theatrical secretary, to hang up, he called out, Good Morning, childr-r-en. You sleep well last night? Take out 'Cavalleria Rusticana’.” Soon a call rang out, Turom-pets too loud! Pianissimo! Not fortissimo!” When later I approached him for this interview, he greeted me with, How do you do, Mr. Interviewer. You have only five minutes. I learned that he was born and brought up in the central part of Russia, where he attended the Petrograd Conservatory of Music, and there, upon his graduation, was presented a gold medal, the highest of all scholarships or diplomas. He immediately decided to become a doctor and, accordingly, enrolled at the University of Petrograd. The medical course, however, did not appeal to him. He preferred music. Mr. Sevitsky is one of the outstanding bass viol soloists in the world. He was twice winner of the Imperial Conservatory of Petrograd contests. He was also bass soloist in the Imperial Theatre in Moscow. Mr. Sevitsky came to this country in 1923, where he founded the Philadel- phia Chamber String Simfonietta, which he still conducts. He intends to re- main in this country. He is an American citizen and has been for the past ten years. His Boston orchestras are the Metropolitan Theater Grand and the People’s Symphony. Fabien Sevitsky has conducted some world-famous orchestras, among which are the Philadelphia Philharmonic Orchestra, the Berlin, the Paris, the Warsaw and the Vienna Symphony Orchestras. The Fabien Sevitsky Ensembles, both instrumental and vocal, and the Young Musicians’ Orchestra are his special interests. He has some very fascinating hobbies. He has one of the finest collections of musical scores in the country. Strangely enough, he collects neckties and canes. Incidentally, Mr. Sevitsky always carries a cane, and is a fastidious dresser. He sponsors the Young People’s Orchestra, Vocal, and Piano Con- tests, in order to devote his musical knowledge to youth, and to become ac- quainted with the musical talent around Boston. He likes everything that is good and nothing that is bad.” Davisson, THE CHATEAU ON THE BLUFF HONORABLE MENTION By Janies Wheble WELVE miles south of Paris, nestled in the heart of a group of picturesque hills, lies the small village of Dunne. It was here that my friend M. LeSage and I experienced one of the most harrowing adventures we have ever known. We were driving north from Marseilles to Paris on this occasion and it being nearly dusk, we decided to put up at this village for the night. As our car nosed over the brow of the hill, we had an excellent view of the place. It was situated in the south end of a small valley about a half mile wide and twice as long. The village was quite compact and it was surrounded by flow- ing wheat fields that extended up the sides of the slopes. A long, dusty, ribbon-like road led our eye to the northern end of the valley and then dis- appeared among the hills. What attracted our attention was a huge chateau built on the edge of a high bluff overlooking the entire valley. At present it was too far away to see plainly, but even from where we were, it had a dark and ominous appearance. Though the village was not known very well to tourists, we eventually found a small rooming house. Here we made reservations and after transferring our belongings to our room, parked the car in a woodshed for the night. That evening we ate a hearty supper, for we were very hungry. Later we settled ourselves in some ancient and none too comfortable rocking chairs in the main room of the house. For an hour or so my companion and I sat there by ourselves, smoking and conversing in low tones. The house and nearby neighborhood were very quiet, so quiet at times that we could hear the clock ticking in the next room. At last we heard footsteps in the adjoining chamber and slowly the door swung open admitting to us an elderly gentleman. He wore a black coat that 15 'The Cjolden Roc) certainly was not his Sunday best, with a huge bow necktie of the same color and long baggy trousers of a greyish hue patched in places and torn at the cuffs. His features were rough and slightly weatherbeaten, such as those of r man who had to work hard all his life, but in spite of this, his face had a kind and honest look. ' Bonjour, messieurs,” he said, in a welcoming manner. M. LcSage answered him, he introduced himself as our host, and soon all three of us were in earnest conversation. Our new friend invited us to make ourselves entirely at home and told us everything in his house was at our dis- posal. From him we learned the name of the village, some of its history, and many facts about the surrounding country. At length I ventured to ask about the chateau in the north end of the valley. His face suddenly became grave and lost its light aspect. May I be so rude as to ask, why you ask this?” his voice was strange and puzzled. Simply curiosity, sir. You see we noticed it as we drove over the hill be- hind the village.” I began to apologize, what for I really do not know, but he cut me short saying: I am sorry for my rudeness, monsieur, but you see to us villagers that chateau seems an excellent place to keep away from. Many of the people of our community arc superstitious. I myself am not, but with the history of the subject in question ringing in our ears, even I, who am a firm believer that there is no such thing as the supernatural, have always given it a wide berth.” M. LeSage and I became immediately curious and begged our host to tell us its story. Here, I thought, was an article for the newspaper for which I worked in Paris. Reluctantly he consented to tell us. Finally he began: What I am to tell you, you may not believe, at least not parts of it, but this is the story of what my eldest brother, long since dead, related to me. My story begins back in 1843. At that time the chateau which you saw from the hill was owned by one Jacques Dumont, a rich Frenchman, said to be a descendant of Louis XVI who was overthrown in the French Revolution. Jacques Dumont was a very rich man and also very stern. As a business man he was hard and relentless, never having compassion on a competitor and so it was natural that these traits should follow him in private life. Now, Dumont had a son named Albert for whom he had prepared many plans, in fact he had nearly laid the boy’s life out before him, but Albert did not live up to these plans. The boy was addicted to the gay night life of Paris and would po orf for days and often a week at a time to make merry at the capital. Finally the father, who was used to having his own way, decided to have it out with his son. It was rumored that they argued for a whole night and in the end nearly came to blows. The most important result was that the father, in his wrath, disowned his son and ordered him out of the house. Albert left and was not heard of again for many years. T te Cjclclen As the time rolled on Jacques Dumont grew old and feeble and gradually began to repent the hasty action he had taken against his son and sole heir. At times he was tempted to inquire about him from some of his erstwhile friends, but his stubbornness always prevailed. Suddenly one spring morning in 1858 a dark skinned, middle aged man called at the chateau and asked for old Dumont. On being granted an inter- view, the bronzed stranger, who proved to be a Spaniard, told the aged gen- tleman that he had been sent to him by his son. The father now forgot all he had held against Albert and plied the messenger with questions. He learned that his boy, on leaving home, had gone to sea, but after a short time had returned to land, joining a newly formed band of fighting men in Northern Africa, organized for the purpose of helping France in the conquest of Algeria. These men were known as the French Foreign Legion. For a year he fought under the tricolor of France, but during one of the Legion’s campaigns against the barbaric tribes of the Atlas, he was shot. While dying he requested this Spaniard, one of his closest comrades, to return to France, seek out his father and beg his forgiveness for him. This report was a severe blow to the old gentleman and he died two months later. Now comes the part that you may feel skeptical in believing. After the death of its owner the chateau was boarded up and deserted, and up until five years ago never held much fear for the peasantry of our neighborhood. One day five years ago two fine young lads of our village decided to go in and explore inside of the house of mystery, much against the will of their parents. Half the village followed to watch them. After much effort three or four boards were pried loose from the front door of the building and the young- lads entered. For a minute or so all went well, but suddenly a terrifying screech broke out from the house and two young bucks, white as ghosts, came tumbling head over heels through the small opening made in the door. With- out waiting to be told, the entire group set out for the village at a terrific pace. The ghost of Albert Dumont had made its first appearance. For a few seconds silence prevailed. Do you believe this story?” I asked at last. I really do not know what to believe, monsieur. My common sense tells me that it is ridiculous, but still the two boys, now men, swear it is true.” That night my sleep was limited. Here indeed, I thought, was a story for my paper. In the morning M. LeSage and I discussed the chateau continually and finding that his curiosity was no less aroused than mine, I suggested that we delay our trip to Paris long enough to explore that mysterious building and its surroundings. Of course neither one of us believed we would meet with a ghost or anything of the sort, but as in defiance of the spirit of Albert Dumont we decided to attack his fortress at dusk and remain in the house till well after dark, when the supernatural world is supposed to come out of hiding. T te Cjolden After eating an early dinner, my friend and I informed our host of our plans. I had a feeling that this might happen”, he said. That is why I hesitated to tell you the story. But now that you are determined, perhaps I had better go with you to guide you as far as the chateau.” We assured him that we could manage it safely, but he said that he felt somewhat responsible for us and so he must go. At 6:30 P.M. we left our rooming house, climbed into the car, and headed for the house of mystery. Both M. LeSage and I carried a revolver and I had a flashlight. It was agreed that after we reached the house, our host would drive the car back to the village and should call for us at sunrise the next morn- ing at some appointed place. Our ride through the valley was uneventful as there was nothing but wheat fields on either side of the road, but as we neared the northern end, the coun- try became wooded and wild. At last we started up the road that led to the chateau. About a quarter of a mile from our destination we were advised by our guide to stop the car and proceed on foot, as the road ahead was impossible for a vehicle. We accepted his advice and he, after walking with us to where we could see the building in the distance, left us to face the mysteries of the night by ourselves. As we walked forward through the fading light, we could see forming be- fore us a mansion of enormous size. It was entirely of French style with many gables and huge windows. A flight of broad marble steps led up to the front entrance, which consisted of two high doors of exquisite French design. Even in the dilapidated and neglected condition, the building was a beautiful piece of architecture. M. Lesage and I walked around the house once to take in the surroundings. We found that it was bordered on all sides, except one, by woods, the fourth side being near the edge of the bluff. At last we decided to enter the house. Gaining the top of the marble steps, we slipped through the boards, pried loose five years before by the discoverers of Albert Dumont’s ghost. Inside it was as dark as a dungeon. I turned my flashlight and played it about the walls. We were in a long wide hallway with a wide staircase directly in front of us. To the left and right were doors leading to various rooms. We entered one of these and found that we were in a spacious dining room. A large mahogany table stood in the center of the room doing its best to stand on three legs. The other had fallen away. Broken pieces of chairs and bits of statuary lay scattered over the floor, and torn, cob- webbed curtains hung crazily over the windows. From this room we went from one to another, finding everything ruined and dilapidated. Finally after exploring everything except the cellar and attic, we chose the living room in which to await our ghost. Making ourselves as comfortable as possible in one corner of the room, we settled down for the night. (continued on page 28) THE CHANGING YEAR THE END OF SUMMER There is a somber sadness in the going Of summer blossoms in the wind, In the music of the maple leaves blowing, In ranks of scarlet all too suddenly thinned. It is a time to pause, considering How swiftly beauty comes, how swiftly dies, With summer leaving but a memory of her: A late rose lonely in its dream Beside a lane where only grasses stir. And lingering at the edges of the day. A sunflower's dial that ticked the summer away. Curtis Higgins OCTOBER October is an artist gay, She may portray In any way, with clever brush. The golds and bright-reds of the sun - • The dew when morning has begun. She can most prettily adorn A lawn, of dignified estate Or poorly cottage lashed by Fate. In afternoons, her pictures rare May beautify scenery everywhere. The leaves that dance about at will Fly, and fly some more until The light winds turn colder And October’s days grow older. Then leaves of all abodes will stay Untouched in such a frozen way — November will be advancing. A. H. A RAINY DAY The countryside was wet and green, The rain was pouring down And making streams and riverlettes All through the quiet town. The children’s faces all were pressed Against the window panes And gazed with hopeful longing looks Along the rain-filled lanes. And when at last the rain made way, The long awaited sun With sparkling golden rays of light Seemed looking now for fun. Marjorie lladlock NOVEMBER November is the ending of the year. Its leaden clouds that shelter rain ana snow Grow thicker in the sky and hang so low They hide the sun and make the whole world drear. The barren trees, beside the waters clear, Whose leaves around their twisted trunks now blow. Proclaim a fact which we already know: That summer has departed with its cheer. But there are other days both crisp and cold On which the sun is bright and sends its rays To warm the earth and ev’ry human heart. We look ahead to winter winds so bold And to those sparkling, shortened winter days. November's not the ending, it’s the start. Charlotte Coates lite Cjolden Rob EDITORIALS SPEAKING OF CONTESTS Now listen fella’s. This is the biggest contest of the year next Saturday. 1 know ya’ve got the stuff. Now get out there and show it. That’s in the gym. Then in a classroom: I can tell you right now that this course is no bed of roses. It’s going to be a contest from beginning to end and the best man wins. If you want a good mark, you’ve got to work for it.” You’re looking for a job and this is your prospective employer: I’ve got no room for loafers in this business. It’s work, work, work if you want to stay with me. You are reaching the time now when you have got to show the world your stuff : It’s going to be a contest from beginning to end” and the best one wins there too. Better start getting ready to fight now. BUY IN QUINCY Buy in Quincy! Buy in Quincy!” We suppose the students of Quincy High School are tired of that phrase. But this time we have good reason to say it again. A number of merchants (and there will undoubtedly be more) have promised us support in the way of ads in the Golden Rod and in other ways too if we can send some of the high-school trade to them. Now more ads in the Golden Rod mean more money that the staff can spend and the more we spend the better the magazine for you to read. So patronize Quincy stores and benefit yourself, your school, and your magazine. WANT A STADIUM? Quincy High School is on trial. The jury consists of the people of Quincy. The plaintiffs are the merchants of the same city. The charge is malicious destruction of property after the Brockton game. As it is, we haven’t got a chance with that jury. The sentence, if we are convicted, is to keep on going miles away to see our teams play and pay money into another school’s pockets. All hope of even getting our long-hoped-fot stadium is gone. Now, come on! If we want a football and track field, we’ve got to show we know how to use one. Let’s make ourselves an asset to the school rather than a liability. lite Cjolclen ..GOLDEN Editor ........Frederic Just Assistant Editor .Omer Morin Literary ....Charlotte Coates News ........Anne Connolly Alumni ......Miriam Mattson ROD STAFF.. Jokes .............Carl Hager i Edith Pyyny Sports..... ( John Mackenzie j Samuel Evans ) John Kelly Joe Monti Exchange ...........George Loney Business Faculty Advisers Vera Call, Muriel Goudey, Margaret Marr, Catherine Walsh, Leslie Millard Art THE LETTER BOX THE GOLDEN ROD STAFF Gentlemen and Otherwise: In my opinion you made a mistake in asking for opinions, because, who, after a year, or two, or three in any school, is not bubbling over with them! My present pet antipathy is the way Shakespeare is treated. A noted Irish playwright speaks with contempt for the literary departments of the world. He declares that Shakespeare never intended or desired to be treated like a God, and surely one in Shakespeare’s own profession would know more about the subject than the hitherto undisputed English departments. If a high school student saw Hamlet” played by the greatest company on earth, instead of being impressed and thrilled, when Hamlet started the famous to be or not to be,” he would probably chant that is the question.” That brings us to the question of memory selections. These appear to me as a useless attempt to make us appear well read. It can’t be done. Three days after writing twenty selections, it would be an extraordinary student who could remember seven. I could go on this way forever, but my right forefinger is tired (as I am typing the good old one-finger method.) Incidentally, how about a course in typing for preparatory students? We certainly need one. Yours truly, George C. Russell. (continued on page 25) 'Tlte Golden Rod ALUMNI JOHN WALSH WRITES OF TRAVELS John Walsh, F30, has contributed a most interesting letter relating his experiences during a trip abroad last summer. White at high school lie took part in the Student Council, Debating Society, and ••Golden-Hod.” lie is now doing post graduate work at Harvard University. En route to Venice our ship called at many quaint ports, such as Ponta Del- gada in the Azores, Lisbon, Gibraltar, raima in the Balearic Islands, Cannes, .Monte Cano, Naples, Palermo, Patras, and Ragusa. Palma, Patras, and Ragusa, i contess, were utterly new names to me. As the harbors at most of these ports were too shallow for the liner we were taken ashore in all sorts of tiny craft, ranging from humble coal barges through ship’s life boats to luxurious speed boats. At Ponta, Gibraltar, and Pa- tras hordes of small vessels packed with wares and clamoring vendors swarmed about the ship. After almost intermin- able haggling, during which the original price of five dollars generally shrank to one dollar, the bargain being struck, the purchase was brought aboard by means of a small basket hauled up from the tiny boats below. A day’s sail from Gibraltar, Britain’s mighty fortress guarding the entrance to the Mediterranean Sea, found us at Mallorca in the Balearic Islands, the islands deriving their name from the Latin word meaning “sling.” Tn ancient times the inhabitants were renowned for their skill in the use of the sling. Caesar took many of them with him on his in- vasion of Britain. Palma boasts one of the largest bull- rings in Spain, with a capacity of 23,000. It surprised us to learn that on the night previous to our visit there had been two girl toreadors, an innovation in bull- fighting. From Cannes, France, a drive along the beautiful world-famous Riviera took us to Monte Carlo. The tortuous road clung precariously to the steep hills ris- ing sharply from the deep blue Mediter- ranean. In the distance lay the snow- capped Alps. Occasionally we passed tiny medieval towns nestling snugly in the rugged green hills. At Monte Carlo, of course, everyone visits the famous Casino. Although summer is not the bril- liant season, considerable playing was in progress. On the way to Naples the ship sailed close to romantic Corsica, home of Meri- mee s heroine, Colomba, and Elba, Napo- leon's prison. Writers have praised the beauties of the Bay of Naples lor centu- ries, and justly so. The gorgeous deep blue water forms a striking contrast with the light brown and yellow stone houses of the city. In the distance, en- shrouded in a bluish haze, Vesuvius smokes quietly, apparently unmindful of the destruction it has wrought in the past. A splendid new toll auto speedway led us directly to Pompeii, the Roman summer resort destroyed in 79 A. D. After nearly 200 years of excavation only one quarter of the city has been re- vealed, but priceless treasures have al- ready been disclosed. Indeed to the dis- coveries made here historians owe most of their knowledge of the life of the Romans. Many of the lovely villas have been restored, and in some cases the brilliant frescoes and murals are excel- lently preserved. The deep ruts worn by the chariot wheels in the paved streets, as well as some of the lead pipes of the water system are still visible. Between Sicily and the Italian main- land lie the Straits of Messina, the abode of Scylla and Charybdis of ancient days. The swirling eddies and whirlpools set 'The Golden up by the strong current, once the terror of the ancients, are still foreboding and dangerous for small craft. After visiting Patras, the cruise ended at Venice, that grand old city, almost too well known to describe. The curse of modernization, which has taken the charm from so many quaint old places, has touched Venice only lightly. The palaces, some dating from the fifteenth century, still line the Grand Canal. The only harsh note is in the ferry system of motor boats which ply the Grand Canal incessantly. The stately gondola has great difficulty in maintaining its dignity among these rushing gasoline launches. The Rialto, the Doges Palace, and St. Mark’s remain to remind the traveler of the glory that was Venice. Leaving Venice we motored through the Italian Alps, known as the Dolo- mites. over a spectacular road, at times climbing ten thousand feet and often skirting alarmingly close to the edge of cliffs with the valley several thousand feet below. Along the way were visible evidences of the bitter Austro-Italian campaigns of the World War with stretches of barbed wire, demolished forts, and gun shelters high up in the rugged mountains. At the time we passed through here, relations between Italy and Austria were particularly tense, and on all sides were signs of military ac- tivity, troop movements, mountain forts under construction, and sharp vigilance on the borders. Less than a week later, war was narrowly averted following the assassination of Chancellor Dolfuss. At a small inn high up in the Alps we enjoyed the company of royalty in the persons of Princess Ileana and Prince Michael of Roumania, who were travel- ing incognito. Although their identity was unkown to most of the guests, their presence created no little excitement among those who were in on the secret. Easily the most impressive part of the entire trip was the Passion Play at Oberammergau. This being the three hundredth anniversary of the Play, a special performance was given. One third of the inhabitants of this pretty little German town of 2500 people take part in the Play. So intensely devotional are these farmers and woodcarvers. they perform with extraordinary skill. The text, music, costumes, and scenery, have all been developed, and the actors and chorus trained, in the village. The Play, regarded as the most remarkable drama in the world, lasts from 8 o’clock in the morning to 6 o’clock in the evening, two and one-half hours being allowed for lunch. The visitors live with the people in their own homes as guests rather than tourists, and one cannot fail to be im- pressed by the unusually cordial atmos- phere of the village. Nowhere could one find as many of the finer qualities of character united in a single group of people. The great influx of tourists, 6,000 a day, has left these sturdy villag- ers absolutely unspoiled. Through the courtesy of a friend we enjoyed the privilege of meeting several of the leading players, including Anton Lang, considered the outstanding figure in the recent history of the Play. He took the role of Christ for thirty years and now recites the prologue. We also met Anni Rutz. who plays the part of the Blessed Virgin Mary, and Klara Mayr. cast in the role of Mary Magda- lene. All spoke very good English and quite charmed us by their gracious manner. From Oberammergau our course led to Lucerne, thence to Paris, through the war area to Brussels and finally to Hol- land. The highlight of the trip through the land of wooden shoes and windmills was the visit to the quaint little Isle of Marken. on the Zuyder Zee. At present the Dutch government is engaged in re- claiming the vast area lying under the shallow water. At Marken the people retain their picturesque old costumes, wooden shoes, wide baggy trousers for the men. and bright skirts and neat lace caps for the women. Xo European trip would be complete without a visit to the British Isles, which abound in literary and historical tradi- tions fapiiliar to the American. And particularly rich in its associations is London, with stately Westminster Abbey, tile Tower of London. Temple Bar. Dick- ens’ Old Curiosity Shop, and the Cheshire Cheese, the meeting place of Samuel Johnson’s group. Not far from London in a beautiful countryside lies Stoke Poges. the scene of Gray’s “Elegy.” Little has changed since the poet penned these stately lines. Today as then The curfew tolls the knell of parting day” from the neighboring town of Windsor, and “The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea. A few miles from here are Eton College and Runnymeade. where King John presented the Magna Carta. (continued on page 44) olden Rod THE SECRET BENEFACTOR (continued from page S) '‘Sir, I know nothing of what you say. I’m overcome with suspense. If you know anything of Mary, tell me what's become of her.” The tenant’s eye looked searchingly and earnestly into the landlord’s face, then taking him by the arm he led him softly into another room. There was a pale, thin woman sitting in an arm chair. She started on seeing the two men enter and uttered a faint cry of surprise. My brother!” Mary,” gasped Mr. MacDonald, can it be my sister?” Your sister and my wife.” An hour later Mr. MacDonald might have been seen entering John Ben- son’s lodging. The young man was at home. With surprise he greeted his late employer. Young man,” said he, I have learned in what way you have used your salary the past year.” Sir?” You have compromised me. I—I do not wish to blame, but you should not have left the White family to suppose the money they received came from me. You paid the rent, and gave them receipts in my name.” And do they know it?” cried John. Why should they not? Why did you not act openly with them?” I had no thought that you would be injured by being suspected of helping them, and I had my reasons for not wishing to be known as the author of the benefits,” said John, blushing. I demand your reasons.” The truth is, if I must confess it, I—I hope some day to marry Marjorie- White—” Ah—” She is a worthy girl, sir.” John,” said Mr. MacDonald, pressing the young man’s hand, I honor you, you have acted nobly. Return to your situation, you shall have the entire control of my business, your salary shall be doubled.’’ But Mr. Carrol—” He is not permanently engaged. I will find a place for him. John, you must come back! I confess I have acted wrong in this matter.” Years later John Benson, prosperous in business and happy in his marriage, often had occasion to look back with a smile to the time when he left the service of Mr. MacDonald for conscience sake.” THE LETTER BOX (continued from juu c ‘21) To the Yuli tor of the Golden Rod: This year, as previously, attempts have been made on the part of individuals to conduct a school newspaper. While some existed longer than others they all disappeared. Nevertheless, these endeavors were the seed of a growing sentiment which beyond question will eventually bear fruit. It is not for any one to deny that a school paper is an asset for it has been proven as such. It affords space for more timely discussion of the problems of our academic and even municipal functions. Immediately the opposition will say that the expense will be great to cover both the magazine and the new enterprise. However, we do not have to look far, to find examples, in much smaller institutions, to refute this. Then too, the pessimists will say, Remember we have a depression on our hands.” To them 1 say, This depression has given birth to many enduring blessings and any that we can add to them will be to our credit and advantage.” If the G. R. staff feels that, in the wave of popularity of the paper, this magazine would be swamped and abandoned, their fears are baseless, for thev would find that they have the greatest advertising outlet that they have ever been given the opportunity to use. The two deal in material which is totally different. One in current events, the other in lasting topics, one in the progres- sive actions of the subject, the other in an analysis of his character and personality. The progress of the school year, as it is now, with the exception of the much- feared deficiencies, is a matter of working for a quarter of a year, and then receiving a report. The interest in work would be notably increased, by pub- lishing weekly, in the paper, the names of students, whose ratings at the end of that period, entitle them to a place on the quarterly honor roll. This roll, at present, is forgotten until the ten weeks have passed and nothing can be done, if you have not been eligible, except to make a doubtful resolution of trying the next time. To resurrect these departed editors and fill them with true journalistic zeal would give us a staff capable of producing a periodical which would compare more than favorably with any other of a similar nature, for among the deceased there was much talent and ability even among the sophomores who, though quite immature, with the proper guidance of the more stately and adult upper classmen might show signs of true knowledge. Hoping to hear comment from you and my fellow students and teachers I am Sincerely yours, Josiimi McC Jroarty H. R. 310 25 Weather NOT SO HOT ©. n. s. ■ VOLUME HEAVY DAT UP TO DATE HARVEST DAM E TROVES successfil GREATEST EMU! SI ASM OF YEARS IS SHOWN September 5 Get - acquainted day for sophomore� . 6 All classes resumed. October S Deficiencies. 12 Happy Columbus Day! November Three hundredth anniversary of secondary education. 5-11 Education Week. 7 Open House Night. 9 ' Golden-Rod contests close. 9 Harvest dance. 13 First quarter report cards. 21 Mammoth football rally spon- sored by Alumni. 23 Biggest noise of the year at school football rally. 24 Oh! that Brockton game! 29 Thanksgiving turkey. December 17 Again deficiencies. 19 Girls’ club Christmas party. 21 Christmas pageant by the music department. 21 Shortest day of the year, and vacation begins. 25 Santa Claus arrives. January 2 Back in the harness again. First rehearsal for Captain Applejack. 29 Again report cards. GIRLS (LIB POKEY! Just in case it has been said oy some people in the past that the Girls’ Club in this school has been dull, let them now eat their words. The two hundred odd members had their first meeting on October first. Then came Miss Ethel Crockett to speak of life in Alaska, giving her personal experiences. A scavenger hunt was followed by a Thanksgiving one-act play. In De- cember, the much appreciated Miss Evelina Jackson from Vesper George School of Art spoke to the eager girls on the art of dress. At the December Christmas party. Mr. I ee acted as Santa Claus, and pre- sented candy, oranges and presents contributed by the members to lorty youngsters. Then remember, please, back in November when the executive members had manu- factured and sold blue and white scarves for the football games That took a little thought, too! An evening early in November saw about two hundred of Quincy's fair children entering the panelled, streamer-bound school gym. The gay figures painted on the yellow panels and decorated faces of the pumpkins smiled down on the dancers. The committee, under Miss Mc- Carthy. who made the decorative panels and planned the dance were: Mathew Fay, Sam Evans, Clifton Shepard. Helmi Pitkanen, Reginald Law, John Kelley, Freda Steven-?, Wenonah Stewart, Angela Zarelli, and Ann Zabloski. Another larger group assisted in the ushering and ticketing of the patrons. The Musical Mariners did their share in making the dance enjoyable by producing some really good music. ki WANTED: From graduates of “Not for years, perhaps never, has Quincy High school shown such genuine enthusiasm. This statement came from our own principal, Mr. Collins. The Quiucy- Brockton rally held in the school auditorium was the proof. A royal welcome was given the several notables who were deserv- ing of it that night at the great get- together. True tales of the gridiron were told by Bill Cunningham, feature sports writer, who is also talented in the singing and playing of college songs. Pat Hanley, of the Middle West, and the coach of Boston university, along with Eggs” Manske. all American end from North Western university, and Joe McKenney, coach of Boston college, were three more of the guests. Marion Rob- erts, Brockton's coach, gave a very rugged and regular talk which was appreciatively applauded by the whole audience. Members of the team were brought on and separately intro- duced to the alumni and general public. At the close, the audience smil- ing. laughing, and confident, left the hall to the blaring sounds of the band, and the shouts of the wiry cheer leaders to retire to their homes with boxes of cough drops and “Father Patrick’s Throat Restorer. THALIA (U K SEEKS NEW MEMBERS It was told to a seeking student, that because of the interference in the activities of the Thalia Club by other girls' clubs in the school, this honor membership club of Q. H. S., Woodward Institute, and Adams Academy- incidents from the history of these schools suitable for dramatic presenta- tion. Send to Quincy Nigh School in care of 'Golden Rod . eighteen years’ standing was not able to carry on successfully. Bo on January third, every honor girl student was invited to join the or- ganization. With this invitation, and the group of new and enthusi- astic members there is again hope for renewed success. Long live the Thalia Club! Edition SEMI-FINAL ‘ATTLEE ♦ BLIND PRICE TWO PEZOZES SENIOR CLASS TO PRESENT IMHK AM� STARK CU B COMI'LMIKNTS sm«l COMPLAINTS Compliment To the continued good work of the News-writers’ club in the weekly column of school news in the Quincy Patriot Ledger. We like especially the up and coming Pen Points written by Kay Wilmath. Mr. MeKeown guides these people in their good work. Complaint With tongues hanging and throats dry, we say Pul- leese! Fix the several bubblers in the building from which no water spouts. Compliment — The Wednesday and Friday assemblies enjoyed the music of the double quartette and the solo sung by Alfred StarreL. Couldn't we have something like this more often? Complaint Pulleese again, do, someone of authority, remove that imposin' red and black No Smoking sign which was viciously and with malice afore- thought placed at the back of our lovable bronzy Indian and Steed in the entrance of our school. Compliment We are informed of the Quincy alumni’s efforts to erect a stadium for our high school. If we are very good, and our teams continue their high standing, we may really have one. Who knows? Compliment Congratulations to the Hi-Y and Phi Upsiion Pi soci- eties for their rapid development and enthusiasm. These are com- ing organizations. dkiiatim; U B The busy members of the debat- ing group are stili going as strong as ever. Mr. Lee and Mr. Noyes, its faculty members, leave most of the choosing of debatable subjects to the club officers, James Banghar!, Mary Latham, and Mary Broderick. At every other meeting a debate is given to which outsiders are in- vited, and on the alternating meetings, an invited guest usually speaks to the members. The three schools of other cities already chosen as opponents in debates to be held in the early spring may well beware Quincy's strong de- bating team. A visiting member said that he found the Page and Stage club giv- ing interesting meetings. At its last club period, ‘ Trifles was presented. This one-act play pro- vided parts for five members: Vir- ginia Peterson, John Balcom, Itobert Fee, Parks Hunt, and Frances Thompson. Trifles had to do with the solving of a peculiar crime prompted by the death of a canary, and offered extremely in- teresting entertainment. The offic- ers ot the club are: president. David Sargent; vice president, Ann Connolly: secretary-treasurer, Bar- bara Leavitt; and its faculty advis- ers, Miss Turner and Miss Browne. ALHINIS CON(«KATI'LATHS Q.II.S. OHCHKSTBA Mr. Collins received a letter last month from James A. Johnson, now secretary to the president of the Electric Auto-Lite Company of Toledo. Ohio, congratulating our tamous orchestra. His comment � eads as follows: Yesterday morn- ing. while listening to the radio, 1 heard a program of music pre-. seated by schools in the suburbs of Boston. And one of those schools represented was Quincy High! It certainly did bring back a lot of memories and make me feel mighty good to hear the announcer say: Next we shall present the Quincy High School orchestra, directed by Miss Maude Howes.’ I just want to say that the per- formance given by ‘our’ orchestra was excellent; as good as any symphony orchestra I have hear I over die air. Of course I may be prejudiced, but I firmly believe, that Quincy High School is to In;, congratulated. CAPTAIN APPLEJACK Cast of Eight Already at Work The Senior play selected for this year is “Captain Applejack,” and will be presented in the high school auditorium during the first week of March by the hopeful senior class. The young and aspiring actors were chosen by Mr. Franklin B. Mitchell and a group of assistin ; teachers after a series of six try- outs. The plot of the play is really interesting. It tells of Mr. Apple- John's adventures during one single evening, part of which time lie dreams away. The play calls tor versatility and sincerity on tin- pan of the actors. The blunderous and would-be romantic personality of Captain Applejack is to In por- trayed by Paul Hurley. His quiet but winning ward is played by Barbara Leavitt, whose Aunt Agatha, played bv Helene Spencer, ■ an never quite make out the hero and his craving for romance. The supposed answer to the gentle- man's desire is the Russian dancer. Anna Valeska, who confides in him to a great extent. This part is taken by Ann Connolly. Borolsky, tin- much pursuing and rough Bo- rolsky is interpreted by Sam Evans Mr. and Mrs. Pengard are played by Signe Hedein and Kenneth Sen - ice. The ever-present butler must not be forgotten, and John Balcom plays this forbidding part. Cast and coach are hard at work, and this comedy promises to lie one of the best ever given. THE CHATEAU ON THE BLUFF (continued from page IS) All went well until about nine-thirty when, getting tired of sitting in a cramped position, we stood up to stretch. Immediately there was a whir of wings and a frantic scratching of wood as two bats, disgruntled at being dis- turbed, whirled around the room and (lashed out the doorway. Our nerves were greatly shaken at this, but gradually we gained control of ourselves and sat back to wait with our hands tightly gripping our revolvers. The moon had now climbed to a position where it sent beams of light filter- ing through the cracks in the boarded-up windows and the room was filled with a soft, ghostly light. The warm summer zephyrs had now become cool night breezes and sometimes whistled softly around the corners of the chateau. Of a sudden everything seemed quiet, deathly quiet; the moon rose higher, spreading more light through the room. I could hear my watch ticking in my jacket. I took it out. The luminous dials pointed to ten. My breathing be- came shorter as the silence increased. I looked at M. LeSage. He, too, had noticed this unearthly deadness and had drawn his revolver from his jacket. Then I felt a cold, clammy hand grasp my wrist. It was M. LeSage. He was looking intently toward the fireplace on the opposite side of the room. I fol- lowed his gaze. There, not plainly discernible, on the open hearth was a figure that seemed to blend with the shadows. My heart throbbed harder, faster; cold sweat formed on my brow. The grip on my wrist tightened and sud- denly with a cry my companion threw his gun up and fired once, twice, thrice. The whole house echoed and reechoed. I tried to drag my revolver from my jacket, but I only ripped the lining of my coat and then everything went black and I fainted dead away. When I awoke, I saw a smiling face bending over me a,nd felt myself being jounced around as if on springs. I sat up to find that I was riding swiftly back toward the village in my own motor car. Behind us towering black and for- bidding was the chateau of Jacques Dumont. What happened?” I asked quickly, trying to get my breath between bounces. Well,” replied M. LeSage, after you passed out, I carried you down to the roadside to await our chauffeur. You must have been quite exhausted to fall asleep at the moment you did.” he teased. But, the ghost!” I blurted out. What-----!” Oh, yes!” he cut me short with a burst of laughter, to be sure. The ghost was no ghost, monsieur. We, my dear friend, were simply victims of man’s worst enemy—FEAR!” CONTESTS What an important part sports contests play in the development of our school and the reawaking of the student body within it! Competition is said to bring productive results and it certainly has in the case of Quincy High. Consider the effect which the past football contests had on us. Whether we admit it or not, it has started the spark of school spirit, something which Quincy High has lacked for a long time. These contests brought excitement, pep rallies. They caught the attention of the alumni, who sponsored a big rally featuring Bill Cunningham, the like of which was never before attempted here. Most im- portant, however, these contests began a movement for an enclosed stadium. A long time has been taken to start this movement, but it now seems that efforts have brought results and Quincy High will get a stadium. Yes, indeed, athletic contests should always be encouraged, not alone for the idea of winning, but for vigorous, healthful competition for competition’s sake, for without such contests, what a dull and morose place this or any school would be. E are in the middle of the second period in the game between Quincy and New Bedford, which is being played on a sea of mud in the worst weather conditions possible. The rain is coming down in torrents and flooding the playing field. The New Bedford Team is going in full gear. Mixing crossbucks and off- tackle power plays, they have pushed the ball down to Quincy’s 15 yard line. Lucardo fades back, he whips a pass, successfully completed, to his right half- back, on Quincy’s one inch line. There are only seconds of the first half remaining. Can Quincy hold out for time? They line up, Lucardo pounds off tackle, the line sags, and he is over for a touchdown. An unsuccessful try for the after point follows and the half is over. You know, sport followers, this Quincy team opposing New Bedford is as yet undefeated, scoring a 13 to 0 victory over the Alumni eleven and surpris- ing even their staunchest supporters by a 6 to 0 victory over Melrose. Back again in the last few minutes of the game, Quincy is trying desperately to push the equalizing touchdown over. There is a Quincy player down; it’s Charley Daley; they are carrying him off the field amidst loud applause, as Charley has played a wonderful game and Quincy will miss him. You really have to be here to imagine the hurt look in these players’ faces when they arise after groveling about in the mud. It is a picture in itself. What a chris- tening the Blue and White’s new football regalia is receiving! Franchuk is back, he’s going to heave a pass, it bobbles off the hands of the receiver and falls to the ground incomplete in the end-zone. With it, Quincy’s last hope of victory vanishes, as the field judge blows his horn and New Bed- ford trots off the field victors by a 6 to 0 margin. 30 lite Cjolden Take the Ball! Quincy versus Newton, the day of hope and expectation for Quincy students is here. Inspired by the Blue and White gridders, the school spirit being shown is really remarkable. Fully five hundred royal rooters have made the trip to Dickinson Stadium. The clear musical notes of the crack Quincy Band escape into the Stadium air, the cheer leaders have an overabundance of pep, and tricks and are being supported nobly by the cheering section. Let’s have a look at the game. We’re in the second period, the Newton machine, after a sputter- ing start, is functioning. A scries of line bucks, end sweeps and complicated reverses have placed the ball on the Quincy 15 yard stripe. Savignano fades back, whips a bullet-like pass to Moore, standing alone in the Quincy end zone. It’s a touchdown! The enraged Quincy line storms through and smothers Moore’s attempt to convert via placement. Quincy has the ball at the start of the third quarter on their twenty yard line. Malvesti starts off tackle; he's in the open, up to the 50, 40, 30, and caught from behind on the 19 yard line on a lunging tackle by Moore. A beautiful run of 59 yards. What a back this lad is and he’s playing this game with a Front Row (Reading left to right): Kapsis, Ollila, MacDonald, Hill, Kovner, Finn, Service, Carella, D'Olympio. Second Row: Jago, Oliverio, Malvesti, Franchuk. Purpura, Lemon, Sommontes, Freel, Di Bona. Last Row: Cook, Pitkanen, Keefe. Hanlon, Di Gravio, McLaughlin, Dunn, Simpson, Buckley. 'Tite Cjolben badly infected leg! Mai vesti fades back and hurls a pass; Carella, brilliant end, catches it in the end zone. The score is tied. Capt. Di Gravio is now back to try the conversion. The ball is snapped back, Vic’s educated toe meets the leather; it’s over! Quincy leads 7 to 6 while 500 Quincy rooters go crazy. Only seconds remain in this game. Savignano fades back, he throws a desperate pass. Castoldi completes it. He is run off on the two-yard Blue and White line. What a situation! 10,000 fans hold their breath! There goes a smash at the line, again Quincy’s rock-ribbed line holds! The game is over! What a defensive stand! Quincy fans are intoxicated with joy. Quincy marches along with its sixth victory of the season. Signals! Hip! Set! Go! The day of days, Quincy versus North! The field is crowded to overflowing with partisan rooters, the peal of musical notes from the rival bands, led by nimble jointed band leaders wafts up into the air. Cheers and cow-bells, horns of all sorts and description add to the general confusion. A roar escapes from the crowd as John Quincy, a white goat, makes his appearance on the scene of conflict led around the field by Sultan Di Nardo, much to the amusement of the Quincyites and utter disgust and disdain of the Northerners. A terrific rousing cheer greets the appearance of the North eleven. Another deep- throated roar proves that the Blue and White squad has arrived on the scene of battle. Both captains confer at midfield; the coin is tossed, the decisions made. Quincy will kick off to North; Capt. Di Gravio lunges forward, toes the leather, the game is on. Quincy, by means of bruising line plunges by Di Gravio and by Malvesti’s patented end skirts, have advanced the ball to North’s twenty yard line. It’s fourth down; what will Quincy do? Di Gravio is back, he is going to try a field goal. The ball sails straight and true for the uprights. It’s good! But wait a moment, wait a moment, something is wrong. Quincy’s off side. We are in the fourth quarter, only a few moments remain. Quincy, making a desperate last minute attempt to score and nullify an over abundance of fumbles, has punched the ball to the North 25 yard line. Purpura is back; he ploughs through the line; he’s caught and slapped down into the mud after a beautiful gain. There’s a fumble in the backfield and North has recovered! North lines up, but the game is over! The game ends unsatisfactorily in a scoreless deadlock. Signals over! At present this bristling encounter between the Blue and White of Quincy and the Red Raiders from Fitchburg is in the middle of the second period, there has been no score. Fitchburg has the ball on Quincy’s thirty yard line. Flynn, Fitchburg’s southpaw passer, fades back and heaves a pass. It’s com- pleted to MacLean on the twenty yard stripe. He’s loose! The Quincy second- T te Cjolden Rod ary back is blotted out by a Fitchburg blocker and MacLean speeds over the line untouched by Quincy hands. A successful rry by Brodeur for the conver- sion follows. The score — Fitchburg, 7; Quincy, 0. Back again at Crocker Field and the third quarter has just been completed. Thanks to an interception of a Quincy pass by Brodeur and a forward by Flynn to this same terrible Fitchburg man, Brodeur, Fitchburg is now on the long end of a 13 to 0 score. We have seen two very unusual incidents here in this third quarter. Franny Hagerty, Quincy cheerleader, set a precedent when he at- tempted to rule Knubble Kapsis oil the field, a salvo of vociferous cheers greeting Hal as he returned to the bench with his wounded helmet and pro- cured another, much to his outward and most violent disgust. In the closing minutes of the period, Freel, Quincy end, in his eagerness to down a punc, tackled the referee, much to the spectators’ amusement. We are now in the middle of the fourth period; Malvesti fades back and heaves a pass to Oliverio, who is forced out of bounds. He crashes into Jimmy LeCain and does James give ground! Malvesti again fades back and throws a pass to Freel, who makes a sensa- tional leaping catch in the end zone. This, however, is Quincy’s dying last minute gasp and the game ends a few minutes later with the score Fitchburg 13, Quincy 6. Let's Go, Brockton! Bands are playing, the cheerleaders are going through their collection of stunts, including Hank Dale’s (lip and Jim McColIom’s broom strut, 5000 Quincy royal rooters anxiously anticipate a long-awaited victory of which they are so confident. The rival teams are going through their preliminary warm- up; in a few minutes the game will start. The captains and officials confer at midfield. Quincy will kick off to Brockton. Vic Di Garvio comes forward, propels the ball in the air and the contest is started. It’s Brockton’s ball on their nineteen yard line. They line up. Saarinen has the ball. He starts off tackle, cuts back through a huge hole in the center. He’s away. He side steps the Quincy secondary backs. Aino Hill is chasing him all the way but he can’t reach him and Brockton has scored a stunning touchdown. The Quincy stands seem paralyzed. We’re in the third quarter. Brockton, making a sensational display of foot- ball, has slashed the game but light Quincy line, literally to ribbons. Brockton by means of two long end runs now leads by the surprising score of 18 to 0. Quincy’s hopes of victory were slashed when earlier in the game, both Capt. Vic Di Gravio and Nick Malvesti, its all-scholastic back, were carried from the field supporting bad leg injuries. It was too bad, as both lads were fighting with everything they had. The game is nearly over, Brockton with an offense that is practically unstop- able, has garnered another touchdown and conversion and now leads 25 to 0 The Cjoic)en Quincy is still fighting back gamely however, Oliverio, a star all day, has re- peatedly made tackle after tackle, backing up the line. The line play of Keefe and Kapsis has been fine. Why this Brockton team ever met with four reverses, is an unsolved mystery, judging by the type of play they have displayed today. Quincy lines up on their 20 yard line. MacLaughlin, a tackle, playing in the backfield, fades back, heaves a pass way down the field, which is completed by Ollila for Quincy’s first first down. Quincy lines up again. MacLaughlin throws another pass. It’s incomplete. The field judge blows his horn. The game is over, won by Brockton, 25 to 0. This year's varsity squad consisted of Carella, Ollila, Kapsis, Di Bona, Freel and Monaco, ends; Service, Keefe, Hanlon, Cook, D’Olympio, MacLaughlin, tackles: Finn, Hill, Mathewson, Pitkanen, Sommontes, MacDonald, Jago, guards; and Kovner, Buckley and Simpson, centers. The backfield consisted of Malvesti, Di Gravio, Daley, Lemon, Franchuk, Dunn, Oliverio, and Wardwell. Mr. Anderson, as usual, had charge of the Junior varsity squad, which de- veloped rapidly and produced some players for next year’s varsity. Members of J. V. squad were Flaherty, Menz, Giachetti, Nugent, Ostrowski, Grazio, Tinker, Pinzare, Moscardelli, M. Di Bona, Burns, Dreyfus. Bill Boyer coached his sophomores through a successful season and seem- ingly has developed some stars for future Quincy teams. Outstanding player on the squad include Lucier, Joly, Blowers, N. Oliverio, Christiano, Whelan, Volpe, E. Marchant, L. Marchant, De Angelo, Banuk. THAT GAME The day of days has come to us at last — The day when Quincy’s football team will rise To play, and hear our noble trumpets blast, And hear the air a-whirl with our glad cries. To us the day is wrapped in blue and white; To them (I speak of Brockton’s worthy boys) The world is all a red and rosy light; To God it must be just one great big noise. Hurrah! The kick-off means the game’s begun! Now Quincy fans are cheering far and wide, For Quincy has the ball — and what a run! We shout that on to vict’ry we shall ride. . . . Alas! Alack! For Brockton wins the game! Four touchdowns show they took us for a ride”! Edna Ruscitto SOCCER Followers of Quincy High Sports should be proud of the enviable record established by the 1934 edition of Doc Whiting’s soccer squad. Lacking a strong student following as well as the customary financial support the squad, nevertheless, went quietly about their business in a way that was reminiscent of the old Tommy Fleming teams. When Coach Whiting issued the call for soccer candidates in early September, he had Captain Jim McCollom, Stewart Steel and Chisholm, as a veteran nucleus. Quincy was called upon to face an acid test in their initial contest, Medford being the state champions last year. Medford jumped off to an early lead, in an uphill battle, but Quincy flashed a last-minute rally and deadlocked the game. The score: Quino� Quincy then went to Exeter, New Hampshire to meet the strong Exeter Academy team. After an interesting contest, Quincy managed to eke out a 2-1 victory. After the game the Exeter Academy Mentor was heard remarking to Doc Whiting we would like to defeat you sometime.” It seems Exeter is yet to defeat a Quincy High Soccer team. Following this conquest the Blue and White team met and defeated the strong Watertown team 1-0. Then followed the best game of the season, the return engagement at Medford. It was not until the closing minutes of the contest that Quincy scored to gain a well- merited 1-0 victory. But four games remained after this engagement and Quincy made short work of each of them, defeating Watertown, North Quincy twice, and ending up an undefeated season by beating Malden 3-0. Statistics show that during the eight-game schedule, Quincy won seven and tied one. This record certainly seems to warrant to Quincy a claim for the mythical State Championship. Honors should go to the team as a whole, but some players by their out- standing play shine above others. Offensively, Langton stole the show by his many goal-producing sallies. Incidentally he is only a junior and will bear watching when next season rolls around. Defensively, Jim McCollom and Stewart Steel should be remembered for their breaking up of many potential scoring attacks. Tropea at goal, left a record for future goal tenders to shoot at when he went through the season unscored upon. (continued on page 37) AN INTERVIEW WITH BILL CUNNINGHAM As told to Jack Mackenzie ETTING Mr. Cunningham to give a few of his many football de- ductions on the night of the Brockton Rally was as easy as bucking a stone wall, since it was necessary to pry into a group of distin- guished football lobbyists which included Eggs Manske and Jack Donohue who, having surrounded Bill, were pelting questions at him from all angles. Mr. Cunningham appeared to me to be a man of courage and a determina- tion and one who would neither retract nor contradict his opinion. He had a pleasing personality and a gift of humor which he knew how to transmit. Before questioning him, however, perhaps a thumb-nail sketch of Bill Cun- ningham's life would be appropriate. Bill was born in Texas, there attended grammar and high school, and then was most fortunate in securing a scholar- ship to Dartmouth. Although Bill was non-committal in regard to his football prowess at Dartmouth, it was learned from valuable source, that when Dart- mouth centers are mentioned, Bill Cunningham’s name is held in reverence by all Big Green Alumni. Starting out as a green sophomore, under the expert tutelage of Clarence Fat Spears, he improved steadily until he became a famous star. Bill gained still further distinctive honors when he received Phi Beta Kappa, an honor secured only by the greatest scholars in the college. After graduation, he became affiliated with the Boston Post in the capacity of sports writer. Since then however, he has branched out into various fields, writing feature stories and even screen plays. Mr. Cunningham was greatly impressed by the audience to which he had just spoken. He had never before attended a school rally and had no idea of the spirit possessed in high school. He believes it is a great thing and should be encouraged. Mr. Cunningham in all his years as a sports writer is yet to see a high school game, but he is hopeful of viewing one in the near future. When asked for his opinion in the difference between high school and college football, Bill declared there is no great difference in a material sense, a1- though,” continues Bill, high school football is played for fun. It’s important because it develops players for college participation. College football on the other hand is conducted on a more business-like basis; the competition is much keener and harder. What is your opinion of the new rules, Mr. Cunningham? Well, being a member of the old guard of football naturally I am more partisan to the old rules. I played in the era of rough and tough football and therefore it is natural that the new rules do not appeal to me. For one thing, 1 (continued on page f0) CROSS COUNTRY Add Coach Wilson of the Cross Country team to your list of modern miracle men. Few coaches would have cared to have been in his shoes at the very outset of the season, for he had an arduous path to travel, that of attempting to defend the sacred tradition that former teams have left him, a record free from defeat in dual competition since 1929- Certainly this would be in itself a headache to most coaches, but he continued doggedly at his task with his usual determination. When the candidates first reported, Coach Wilson had one dependable man, Capt. Brennion, a very polished performer, upon whose shoulders the burden of ace man was Quincy’s first opponent was a Tartar, Arlington High, with whom many close and exciting races have been contested. This race was no exception. Aided materi- ally by Brennion’s first place and the bunching together of his other mates in vital spots, Quincy edged out a very close 28 to 30 decision. This verdict seemed to be just the tonic for Quincy’s green squad. They gained tremendous confidence and quite an amount of experience. Following this contest they defeated Sandwich, Weymouth, and M. I. T. Freshmen by huge margins. Braintree, a bitter rival, was then met in the season’s listed finale and, after an interesting encounter, Quincy won by the comfortable fig- ures of 22 to 37. Following this conquest a post-season meet was held with other schools in an invitation contest. Quincy finished in third place behind Wakefield and Arlington. Even after this a meet was held with Brockton, here at Quincy, and the boys overwhelmed even their coach’s fondest expectations by piling up a perfect score on Brockton, 15 to 50. SOCCER (continued from page 35) The starting line-up of this year’s team had Tropea in the goal, S. Steel and McCluskey at the full back position, while Capt .McCollom, Matheson and Glynn were at the intermediate positions. Stevens, Pappas, Langton, Chisholm, and Lomanno played well at their forward posts. Others on the squad were Rigby, Satterthwaite, Carnathan, Law, Whelan, Pearson, Pugh, Glencross, Brown, Logan, Dale, Kane, A. Steel, Pincl, Sherriff, Wright, Dalziel, and Bonner. Front Row (Reading left to right): Quilty. Porter, F. Brennion, Lundie, Frank, Gentry. Back Row: Dolan, Coleman, Bradley, Pilalas, Lyons, C. Brennion. Abbott, Wilks Mgr. Front Row (Reading left to right): Stevens, Pappas, Dale, Tropea, A. Steel. Chisholm, Wright. Last Row: Mr. Whiting. MeCollom, Matheson, McCluskey, Satterthwaite, S. Steel, Bonner, Langton, Whelan Mgr. FORECASTS LTHOUGH it may be too soon to judge, Jimmy LeCain’s basketball quintet seems potentially due for a wonderful season, during these winter months. Quincy this year, has a wealth of basketball mate- rial, so much so, that Coach LeCain is having a trying time placing his candidates. Quincy already has played one game, with the strong Tufts Freshman team and has whipped them soundly by a 25-11 margin. Acting Captain, EDDIE DUNN, was the individual star in this game, while JIM McCOLLOM also shone. Although Jimmy LeCain hasn’t definitely decided on his starting lineup, it now looks like DUNN and PEARSON, forwards; ALMSTROM at the pivot post, and AVERY and McCOLLOM in the back courts. Quincy this year tackles its hardest basketball schedule: Weymouth, Somer- ville, Fitchburg, Chelsea, North Quincy, and Brockton will be met in home and home encounters, while Medford, Exeter Academy, Milton Academy and Arlington will be engaged in single contests. A successful season from this schedule would without doubt gain state-wide acclaim for Quincy. What future lies in store for Coach Hudson’s hockey team, cannot be fore- told at this stage. However, in its two contests to date, Quincy has shown sparks of promising ability. The Blue and White team had to face perhaps two of the strongest teams in the league in Framingham and Wellesley. Fram- ingham beat Quincy 3-1 after a hard game, Captain MONAHAN scoring Quincy’s only goal. Against Wellesley, NICK MALVESTI assisted by PAT CLEARY, scored two third period goals to gain a 2-2 tie. Although there have been many shifts, the present lineup finds CLEARY and LETHONEN at the wings, with Malvesti at center ice. LANGTON and SARGENT are playing defense with GAVAZA in the goal. Quincy looks strong in the forward line and at goal, but the defense points seem weak. The track team, although having more material than usual, seems weak in important spots. However, Coach Wilson has some stars and with their help might fool many contesting teams this winter. In NICKLESS and DELORME, Coach Wilson has two promising dash men. Other outstanding members are DELORME in the hurdles, MILLER in the middle distances, BRENNION in the long distances, TUXFORD, who has repeatedly broken the school record in the high jump, and NOURSE in the weights. The wrestling situation, as this magazine goes to press, is up in the air, as Coach Anderson for the first time finds himself with an overabundance of can- didates. The squad has been practising for three weeks and soon Coach Ander- son will be staging elimination contests to determine his eventual starting team. So, followers of Quincy High, an enjoyable sports winter seems in store for you and you can show that you appreciate the efforts these various teams are making to give recognition, by giving them your full-fledged support. T tg Cjelden Roc) WITH THE GIRLS CALL for a FIRST AID room adjacent to the gym has been voiced since hockey games have proven disastrous to many who failed to dodge the swift hockey sticks swung by such stars as BETTY CAR- LISLE, HELEN SHEA and EDNA MANTER. These girls have a MEAN SWING — AND, hockey players here’s a TIP, keep VASELINE (and your smelling salts) in your lockers for unexpected BRUISES and BLACK and BLUE marks. WHAT! no UNIFORM? Gymnasts seem to have gone on STRIKE — BUT do you BLAME them? Imagine yourself in a sweat UNLACING high sneakers, unbuttoning ROMPERS, and paring off long black stockings before dashing off to the next class, ALL in TWO minutes. ENTER, the modern ZIPPER-SHIRTS and SHORTS that zip off in a jiffy. Q. H. S. girls are no SOFTIES in their soccer games. EILEEN MURPHY, AILI KARHU, and RITA DUFFY displayed some RUGGED soccer which accounted for the senior victories over the lower classes. OBSERVATION from Faxon-side windows gets the fourth period gym class all AGOG and JITTERY. Don't the BOYS at that lunch period realize it is a tough job for the girls to swing their BEST arms and legs with the boys looking on ? OVER one hundred HOOPSTERS showed up for the opening practise of BASKETBALL and coaches Miss LOUISE BAKER and Miss HELEN KITCHEN will have plenty of FIRST-CLASS material to send up NORTH when the BIG TIME comes. A NEW system of scheduling interclass BAS- KETBALL games has been introduced which gives more players a fairer chance for competing in the final choice of the school team. BILL CUNNINGHAM (continued from page 30) dislike the fumble rule. I believe that a man should be allowed to run after recovering a fumble. Furthermore, I dislike the rule stating that when any part of a man’s body comes in contact with the ground he is automatically downed. I believe he should be allowed to run until tackled. I do however, approve the new ten yard side-line ruling, as it tends to speed up the game.” When queried about football prospects at Dartmouth, his alma mater, he was dubious. Just now conditions seem only fair, but I have hopes of seeing Dartmouth progress rapidly within the next two years.” I then asked Bill if Dartmouth could use our Nick. Boy! we sure could,” exclaimed Bill; in fact,” he added with a sheepish grin, we could use almost anyone up at Hanover who is a better than average player.” lite Cjolden Roc) .0001 Per Cent Di Nardo: I’ve drunk the water from the well in our back yard for a year and it hasn’t killed me yet! Gulino: No, but it's made you plenty queer! Or Maybe It Was a Senior! With a slight quiver we present the sad, sad tale of the dumber than usual sophomore who objected to doing outside reading because it got so cold out on the porch. Free for All Hunter: Fight! Fight! Fight! Keeler: Where? Mr. Noyes (in history class of girls): Tomorrow we will have a test. Don’t be surprised if I ask you for a few dates. Don’t Accept Substitutes Coach LeCain: The best thing for you to do is to give up parties. Kovner: What is the next best thing? Head Work Mr. Cutler: And Captain Wollas- ton sailed up Black’s Creek. Fee: How did he get by the bridge ? And then there’s the sophomore who, when sent to the hall for the first time, asked Mr. Knapton either to give him a desk at which he might use ink or else to report to the office that he (the soph) could not possibly study there. Satisfied? — So 1 bummed a ride and got a lift — — Aha! Camels! Those Themes Again! I loaded the gun, took careful aim and fried both barrels.” I believe absence is a great ele- ment of charm,” said Beaconsfield. Judging from our daily absence list Q. H. S. supports this belief. Spiritualist? Thomas Edison sold newspapers in the streets when a boy. By and by he had enough money to purchase a small laboratory for himself and look where he is now.” Public Enemy? ”1 see my friend gave you a black � s eye. Aimo Hill: You don’t know who gave me this black eye. Well, he’s my friend anyhow.” Miss Giles: Shakespeare put his whole mind into his plays. Peruzzi: Is that why they are written in blank verse? 2:20 Notices Lost: A lead pencil by blond girl, five feet one, 109 pounds, homeroom 100, very sociable, good dancer. What. No Bullet? ”1 see you went to the World’s Fair in Chicago.” No, that’s only a moth hole.” The Qolden Remote Control Miss Wheeler: How far were you from the answer to the second ques- tion ? The Unfortunate: About five seats. Senior in library: Have you got anything on Thomas Carlyle? Sophomore girl on library staff: No, I’ve never been out with him. What a Difference a Day Makes! Miss Palmer: How old would be a person born in 1898? Andre: Man or woman? Fatal Fascination 2000 Q. H. S. Students: We like to cheer all right, but we’d rather watch those fellows up on the stage wave their arms around. Did you enter any poems in the poetry contest?” Yes, two. Unfold your ears and I ’ll recite them.” Poem No. 1. Girls Who Keep on Slapping Faces Girls who keep on slapping faces Don’t see sights and don’t go places. Poem No. 2 Girls Who Claim That 'They’re Surprised’ Girls who claim that they’re sur- prised’ Should be psychoanalyzed. Very good! Did you win a prize?” No, but I received horrible men- tion!” Mounting the pulpit the old col- ored preacher said: ' I will preach from dat portion of dc scripture dis ev’nin’ where de ’Postlc Paul p ints his pistol at de Phasians.” Sadlier: My father told me this when he was a little boy — . Speaking of the crowded condi- tions at North we wonder if any membei of the city council has ever tried to squeeze into a place around our last round-up, i.e. the pony, after 2:30. Imagination It’s a story you want. Well, I’ll tell you Of something that happened to me; It’s the strangest thing you ever heard of, And just as true as can be. I was sitting beside a piano, A piano without any keys, And a man without any fingers Was playing queer melodies. The piano and player faded away, Leaving me only the strain so swee:, When I suddenly found myself dancing With a man without any feet. Just like the others he faded too, How strange and queer it all seems — Hut it’s true, just as sure as I tell it. That is, if you have faith in dreams. Mary Broderick = 43 We notice that Mr. Collins be- lieves in Safety First, and lest some gawllant upper clawsman teach the sophomores something which is not intended for their immature minds, has placed a No Smoking sign over the entrance to the auditorium that they may know that the seniors, etc., are at heart, just grown up naughty little boys. Quincy High boasts, in addition to a fine manual arts department, a pipe shop wherein are displayed to the view of all, the different sizes, shapes, and uses of these metal con- ductors. Visitors are welcome every evening. It is located on the ground floor room 64 — and speaking of 64 reminds us that a new plague worse than the non-operating bubbler is leaving its mark in our fair building, namely cookoo clockitis. The poor hall clock fared the worst, having lost both hands in its battle against this dread disease and now it hasn’t even a leg to stand on. The general effect has been that no two clocks in the school are identical. 64 is the master clock since, at the time of writing, it has forty-eight batty min- utes to its credit. Don’t forget our Make it Yourself column wherein our famous beauty expert gives professional services t« our subscribers. The men folks and sophomores should read this column for it gives some timely advice on how to become the image of a Greek God and the idol of all those charm- ing young maidens from 16 to 60. Page Mr. Buckingham The Leisure Hour Library for Sept. 24, 1887 carried the following reliable recipes from The Road to Wealth, a practical work, pointing out a way by which all may make money easily, rapidly and honestly. Liquid for Forcing the Beard-- Cologne, two ounces; liquid harts- horn, one drachm; tincture canthar- ides, two drachms; oil rosemary, twelve drops; lavender, twelve drops. Apply to the face daily, and await results. Said to be reliable. Tooth Powder — Ingredients: Powdered charcoal, four ounces; powdered yellow bark, two ounces; powdered myrrh, one ounce: orris root, half an ounce. ALUMNI (continued from page 23) Before leaving England we made the pilgrimage every good tourist does to the Shakespearean country. Stratford-on- Avon. Anne Hathaway’s cottage at Shot- tery, and then to picturesque old Warwick and Kenilworth, immortalized by Scott in his novel. En route to Ire- land we passed a night at Chester, com- pletely surrounded by walls which have been built on the original Roman de- fenses. In the “Emerald Isle.” the prin- cipal points of interest for us were lovely old Blarney Castle and the Lakes of Kil- larney. At Galway we boarded the luxu- rious “Britannic” sailing for Boston, but only after the tiny tender carrying us to the liner had been buffeted all night by a terrific storm. Mountainous seas and a howling gale made the night a har- rowing one for those aboard the small craft. A few days later the trip was at an end. but the memories live on carry- ing us back from the armchair to a gondola in Venice to the Passion Play, or to the Cathedral of Notre Dame in Paris. JOHN W. WALSH THE CASE OF THE MISSING SON (continued from page II) Policemen in fiction are the target of many retorts and are given many names not the least of which is numbskull” and friend though he was of John Mul- vey, Tim Duggan was no exception. By the time the detective was half way up the driveway, gun in hand, the policeman had fathomed the meaning of the footprints. Mulvey was more or less familiar with the general layout of the Van Doran residence, for some years ago he had investigated a robbery in the same house. He knew that the family had left the city for their palatial home in Florida just a week before. The only safe in the house was in a bedroom on the sec- ond floor and that was the place the thief would go first. As he made his way silently up the back stairs Mulvey said a silent prayer for his wife who had insisted that morning that he wear rubbers. Without them he would never catch the criminal as his heavy police shoes made a lot of noise. At the top of the stairs he paused for a moment to remember the room in which the safe was housed. In that moment Tim caught up with him and had started to ask a question when a gun was fired. Tim rushed to the room from which the sound had issued, but Mulvey re- called that the safe had been fitted with a revolver that would kill anyone who did not know its secret. The 'boy bandit’ had opened that safe and released the trigger. Now his own son was sprawled on the floor in there, dead. What would he tell his wife? He would lose his job, his— Tim opened the door. Come in here, John, here’s your boy bandit, killed by his own greed too; its Ralph Coneghan.” And the policeman started to explain about the gun in the safe, but he had no listener. John Mulvey slipped to the floor. For the first time in his life he fainted. AFRICA SPEAKS (continued from page 13) Already we had taken much of the Johnsons’ time. Not wishing them, our newly acquired friends, to miss their train, we shook hands and bade them farewell. By the way, you students who like thrilling and interesting books, why not try Martin Johnson’s Lion”, Safari”, Congorilla , or his latest, Wings Over Africa,” for supplementary reading? You movie fans would like the picture, Wings Over Africa”, which has just been released. A Letter from the Principal • Before I start to tell you about Bryant Stratton, I would like to correct an impression that exists in the minds of many High School students. A large number of them come to me, or call me on the telephone, and say, Can I go to Bryant Stratton even though I took the college prepara- tory course? • Certainly! As a matter of fact, in cases where it is financially possible to take courses after High School, it is advisable to take a general or college preparatory course. It gives you a better education, a better background, and you are better able to take post graduate courses. Later I will tell you more about the possibilities of the combination of a college education and a business training. • As a matter of history, Bryant Stratton Commercial School is starting its 70th year. Ever since its beginning it has concentrated on purely business subjects — no frills, no superfluous subjects. 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