Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.

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 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

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'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-