Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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)

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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

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 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,