Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.

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 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?”