Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 52 of the 1936 volume:

THOMAS CRANE PUBLIC LIBRARY VSHINGTON STREETS ------ .j.NCY, MASS. 02169 f $£ftiOR HIGH SC Quincy, ‘ 01 UbiOitU Mas j$. GOLDEN ROD Qaij SfanetUA ''W.u.mbtn oneujonci Before me on my desk lies the first known attempt at a school magazine in Quincy High School, written with pen and ink on note paper. Beside it lies the first number of the Golden Rod dated October, 1891, and the latest number of the same magazine, the superb Senior Number dated June, 936. Those brave students who were responsible for the beginning of the Golden Rod were among the pioneers in this activity and must have had a vision of great things that were to come. They wrought well in their time and left a heritage which has increased in honor as the years have passed. Succeeding classes have striven to excel their predecessors in literary merit, in interest and extent of material and in accept- ance by the student body. Now, after forty-five years, we find the vision of those earlier students being realized in a way far beyond their hope or possibility of conception and the Golden Rod has become one of the ontstanding school magazines of its type in the country. I find great pleasure and satisfaction in its glorious history and extend hearty congratulations and good wishes to those who now have the opportunity of carrying on this valuable activity. ERNEST L. COLLINS Three i .H oum yL UbitHut OUINCY. MASS. Qofcfen (Rod! The Quincy High School Publication ESTABLISHED 1891 Gay Nineties Number ?4nnIoQn any Published Twice a Year Twenty-Five Cents .VOLUME XLX NUMBER 1 A Entered as second class matter June 26, 1928 at the JPost Office at Boston, Afasa., ’ under the Act of ' ‘ March 3, 1879. Quincy Sckoo9. Quincy, TWa achuAett Five Qotden. (Rod Sta jj Editor-in-chief . Associate Editor Literary News Sports Alumni Exchange . Humor Art . Business Manager Advertising Manager Constance Viner Fanny Szathmary Amelia Acebo Ronald Vanelli . . John Bone . Edith Holmes . Harry Elstob Mary EUard Vernon Weeden . Marguerite Walsh Douglas Bailey . . June Catler acuity din en Muriel Goudey Margaret Marr Marie Poland Catherine Walsh Leslie Millard Secnctanie Ida Tangherlini Phyllis Pinel Circulation Manager ......... Helen Hartford Assistants ........... Irene Papile Beatrice Goode, Irving Sibert, Gordon Driscoll Alice Evans. Bette Cutler, Bernice Cutler. Eva Lauretto, Phyllis Tremblay. Ethel Marder, Rita Scanlon. Paula Siitonen, Dorothy Shrader, Frances Steeves, Dorothy Fanning, John Richards. Virginia Grossman. Agnes Clancy. Frances London, Clinton Bardo, Six (Po ton Gerard Tempesta Contant Page Cover Design—Prize award by Walter Gustafson Foreword ............ 3 Frontispiece ........... 4 Title Page ............ 5 Staff ............. 6 Contents Page—Photography by the Camera Club. .... 7 The House of Golden Rod—Prize award essay by Barbara Merrill. Illustra- tion by Charlotte Downs. ........ 9 Forty-Five Years of Golden Rod. Excerpts from a contest essay by Frances Saltus. Given honorable mention. . . . . . 12 The Governor-General s At One. Prize award story by Frances Steeves. Illustrated by Ella Blaisdell. . . . . . . 13 The Golden Rod—My Literary Hayfever, by Harold Bertrand. Illustration by Clifford Dyson. . . . . . . . . . 17 Realism and Phantasy—Lora von Bergen, Vernon Weeden. ... 20 The Worm Turns—By Marie Coletti. Illustrated by Eugene Marini. . 21 Two Minutes With Leslie Howard. Interview by Fanny Szathmary and Ronald Vanelli. .......... 26 From Our Viewpoint. .......... 27 1891—Q. H. S. Chronicle—1936. ........ 24-25 That Oxford Atmosphere. ....... 28 Golden Rod in 1897—An interview with an alumnus. .... 29 The First Prize—A story by Dorothy Bassett. Illustrated by Charlotte Downs 31 Sports. Illustrated with sketches from life by Edward Houghton. George Biinn and Paul Crowley. ........ 33 Hay Fever. Cartoons by George Biinn and Dan Herlihy. ... 39 Magazines in Review. . . . . . . . . . .41 Seven Qofcftn 1891 -1936 Eight (PubtiAked! by tke AtucJent Quincy J-fu k Sckoo£ Quincy, TTla ackuAett n°ke ou e Qo£dfen (Rac5 Prize Award Story by BARBARA MERRILL Before looking at tlie back issues of Golden Rod, I was fully prepared, upon glancing through them, to find an ade- quate supply of material to ridicule. But alas! my fond hopes of a good laugh melted entirely away upon my examina- tion of one of the first numbers. True, our magazine of today is a remarkable publication for a high school and in com- parison the early Golden Rods were a rather skimpy, stuffy, and unattractive lot, but what impressed me in skimming their pages was the apparent earnestness and determination which showed in their writing. There seemed to be a more serious note prevailing in the whole issue, while ours now maintains a humorous style throughout, treating things more lightly and breezily. To account for this can we say that the modern boys and girls are a shallow, short-sighted generation, caring for nothing but the frivolous side of life with no consideration for the future or for the serious problems with which life will confront us? No, I hardly think that! By way of explanation, however, I do believe that the rapid pace of modern activity has contributed to freer thinking and less conformed customs, naturally leading to a more diversified and less stilted style of writing. In short, taking into considera- tion the rather somber literary style customary in those times, I really think that the early Golden Rods were fine magazines and each page seemed to bear out the fact that effort, hard work, and much thought had gone into their publication. In contrasting the joke sections of today s and yesterday’s Golden Rods, I would say that to appreciate the humor in any magazine of this type it would be necessary for one to be acquainted with the prevalent fads, conditions, and customs of the school at that time. Consequently, we tend to underestimate the humor in the early issues because we don’t understand the implications made, while to one aware of the facts or the persons connected with them, the jokes would probably Nine appear very comical. We can apply this observation to the 1936 edition, in which humorous references are made to various students and events, which to future readers not in the know will mean nothing. On the other hand I discovered several witty poems and short sketches in the early copies which were exceptionally clever, and a few excellent cartoons, thus eliminating any excuse for smugness on our part in thinking that our humor greatly surpasses that in preceding issues. In the very early part of the 20th century, sports appeared to be as prominent in school activity as they are now considered. Approximately half of the majority of editions was devoted to the various branches——accounts of the games played and members of the team. In reference to pictures in the first Golden Rods, their scarcity, of course, dimin- ished as the years progressed, but the few early photographs there were are espe- cially interesting to note. The pupils look perhaps slightly older than the modern senior class members, though I imagine that is partly due to the style of clothes worn. I particularly noticed the seemingly obligatory costume of all girls—the muslin blouse and dark skirt—and even the boys’ high collars tended to impart an air of worldliness to their wearers. Perhaps it was the fashion in those times, but I observed that the majority of girls and boys in their pictures wore a serious expression, while in the 1936 editions smiles seem to be quite in vogue. Is this another instance of the comparison I drew in the first paragraph between the high school students of yesterday and today? While turning over the pages of the various copies, my eye many a time picked up the name of some teacher still helping Quincy’s younger generation on to bigger and better achievements, and, in another light, I also saw the names of several Quincy teachers themselves included in the graduating classes. Even the Thalia Club can trace its existence back to pre-war times, and Orchestra and Band are not such recent contributors to Golden Rod news. Also, the Exchange and Alumni departments of the magazine have been a standing feature almost since the first issue. Thus, much of the material contained in our magazine of today has formed a basis for comments in many preceding years. We must not fail to remember that the high school referred to in, for instance. Golden Rod of 1912 is not the building we know, but rather the present building known as Central Junior High. In some of the earlier numbers we see mentioned Ten the fact that the Assembly Hall is still to be completed, or the gymnasium is in various stages of construction, or such and such a part of the school is not yet finished, so we may assume that the pupils were probably not working under the best of conditions, and consequently the publication of the school magazine was perhaps not quite such an efficient job as it might have been if conditions had been better. In the class census of former years we find the usual distinguishing character- istics of the pupils and their ambitions, which has seemed to last, in one form or another, through many years of school magazine publication. Also, it was the custom to include in the magazine the class will and prophecy, which I think would be a very interesting and profitable feature to include in the graduation issue of today, for the revival of pleasant memories for the graduates in the years to come. The usual reference to dates, girl friends and boy friends was as prevalent then as in recent years, perhaps even more so in the arly 1900 s, for one issue went so far as to list the girls and boys with remarks recommending them or not for dates - a very efficient date bureau, I should say! ! Thus after reviewing Golden Rod’s past and present. I have reached the fol- lowing conclusion: Today we owe the fact that our school magazine is ranking among the best in the country and has won so many prizes to the industry and hard work of Golden Rod staffs of the past forty-five years. We may criticize and laugh at their early efforts, but we must bear in mind that they were pioneering in that field of endeavor, while we, profiting by their experiences and mistakes (and also copying some of their brilliant ideas!), in addition to the comparatively small percentage of our own progress for just one year, obtain the glory and recognition. Also, that the Golden Rods of former years set such a high standard of achievement, considering the time of their publication, that it has made us work mighty hard to surpass their records, — thus the superior magazine of today. But lest we grow too smug over the fame of Golden Rod of 1936, let us realize that we are but paving the way for more remarkable issues to come, who in turn, we hope, will appreciate the contri- butions we are making to their success. So here’s to bigger and better Golden Rods, and may the future find intact, the same lofty ideals and praiseworthy work that have always been the outstanding characteristics of the Golden Rod. Eleven eanA o|j Qa£cJen (Rad! By FRANCIS SALTUS (A section from an essay submitted for the contest judged worthy of honorable mention for its human interest.) Three generations of pupils of Quincy High School have been contributors to the Golden Rod, members of the classes of 1897, 1917 and 1936. Twenty years have intervened between each contribution. Grace Cain, class of 1897, the author s grandmother, attended the old high school on High School Avenue. In the Golden Rod for March, 1894, is a contribution of hers entitled “The Bell.” The author s mother. Doris Condon, class of 1917, attended the high school on Hancock Street, now the Central Junior High School. In the January. 1916 issue of the Golden Rod is a story by her entitled “Biscuits.” And now. in the anniversary number of Golden Rod, is the author s contribution to keep the Golden Rod tradition in the family. In order to give the reader some idea of the Golden Rod of forty years ago some of the highlights of the March, 1894 issue will be given. The copies were five cents apiece and were published once a month. In the column titled Locals” were the following: «— ” I he young men ought to know better than to pull the duster to pieces in order to get a button-hole bouquet. Are they trying to be Oscar Wildes? A remarkable incident: Once upon a time a pupil subscribed to the Golden Rod and paid his subscription without being asked for it! — “We wish to remind the young ladies that the oven in the Hall is not a radiator. Please refrain from giving it any more friendly kicks.” In the same issue in the prize contest, four dollars was given for the best translation of Vergil's “Aeneid and Caesar s “Commentaries on the Gallic Wars” which were written in Latin. Prizes were given for the best essays on “A Day in Merrymount Park,” “The Practical Value of Schools to a City and “Why I Wish to Take a High School Course.” To illustrate the value of the Golden Rod as an advertising medium, Williams’ Jewelry Store, Pettengill s Jewelry Store and the Granite Shoe Store, which have advertisements in the March, 1894 issue of the Golden Rod, also have ads in the latest issues of Golden Rod. 1 he “ ads” of I albot and Foy, to mention two, that appeared in the 191 3 issues of the Golden Rod also appear in the latest issues. 4 4 The Golden Rod staff is deeply indebted to Miss Coulman, who gave so much of her time in helping students gather the material to incorporate in their essays. We thank you. Miss Coulman. The judges for the essay and short story contest were Mrs. John Mahoney, Constance Viner, Amelia Acebo and Fanny Szathmary. The staff wishes to thank Mrs. Mahoney for the services which she so kindly rendered in judging the material for the contests. — The Editor. Twelve cTIt.£ Qoaen.non.-Qenen.a A at One Prize Award Story by FRANCES STEEVES A feeling of unrest was in the air. Dr. Rolfe sensed it as he leaned wearily over some drab, uninteresting-looking papers. Something was definitely going to happen! As the young doctor sat at his desk thinking, he compiled these facts. Two years previous he had been sent to China to a new hospital. At that time all things looked bright, but since then the money from America had stopped, the hospital had run down, anci the facilities were not good enough to accommodate all the sick that really needed help. But there was one hope. If the Chinese government could be convinced that they should construct a hospital, all would be well. That would, however, take a lot of convincing. Doctor Rolfe knew that if he could arrange an interview with the governor-general of the province he might stand a chance of getting his hospital. The governor-general was a snarling old man who did not grant much of his time to anyone. However, he finally consented to see Rolfe. providing Rolfe be at the residence at exactly one o’clock. If the doctor did not appear at the specified time he would forfeit all chance of getting an interview or a hospital. He could not fail to be there. Doctor.” spoke a wavering Chinese voice from the doorway, you are not forgetting that you have an appointment at one with Governor-general Meng San?” 'No, I m not forgetting,” came the listless response. Koa, the faithful old Chinese woman, who had been staunch and loyal to the hospital despite the lack of money and medicine and the prevalence of sickness, threw a questioning glance at the doctor. She left the room slowly, remarking as she went that she would have the doctor’s coat ready for him when he went. Elizabeth Rolfe, coming in the door at the same precise moment, nearly col- lided with Koa. Elizabeth was the doctor’s older sister. She was a capable woman and now she came in with a cheery smile and a rousing call to her brother. Lizzie,” Gordon Rolfe began, do you feel that torturing sensation that some- thing is about to happen? Thirteen To tell you the truth, I am almost positive that something is about to start. As I came through the courtyard all the young boys and hospital help were standing in groups whispering. They looked very sheepish when they saw me coming,’ con- cluded Lizzie. Sis, nothing must happen today to prevent me from seeing Meng San. I just got the old fellow to consent to see me. You’ll be there, Gordie, at one, if I have to carry you myself. At that minute Koa re-entered the room and in a sarcastic voice stated. “There is one who calls himself Mr. Chang who wishes — at that point in her speech a young man pushed himself into the room. He was a dark, slight person of Chinese birth, but he carried none of the Chi- nese characteristics about him. Ah, you are here, Doctor Rolfe. Oh, 1 did not see that you were not alone. This is your sister, 1 believe.” Yes, this is my sister Elizabeth. Elizabeth, this is Mr. Chang.” If your sister would be so kind as to leave us alone, I should like to speak to you,” the young man spoke abruptly. Miss Rolfe left the room, but declared her intentions of returning. Well, Doctor, began Chang, “I suppose a visit from me is not the most wel- come thing you could expect?” I wouldn’t say that, Chang. Anyone is welcome at the hospital.” Doctor Rolfe, my mission here today is not a pleasant one. You must have realized that there has been an unseen presence pervading this settlement of late. The time has come for this movement to be revealed. An army of rebels from the mountains, of which I am one of the leaders, will advance on the city today at twelve o’clock.” But why are you telling me all this, Chang?” You see. Doctor, this hospital will be occupied as our headquarters. All the citizens will be taken captive. I like you because you always mind your own busi- ness. There is yet time for you to leave the city and take your sister with you.” But, when these rebels come there will be wounded. Don’t you think it would be more sensible for me to remain here to see if I can help in any way?” asked Gordon. “You will run the risk of being captured and even killed. Doctor,” warned young Chang. I will take that chancel” Outside in the courtyard were groups of people talking in low tones or even whispering. Doctor Rolfe stood and watched them for a moment. Then his thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Chang. Fourteen Why are you so persistent. Doctor? There is always a possibility that the movement may fail and if it does I will have a chance to carry out a plan I have in mind.” A clock began to strike. At the twelfth chime Chang snapped to attention and in a sharp voice cried, In the name of my army I take command of this hos- pital!” He continued in a milder tone. I will do all in my power to protect you and your sister. The doctor said nothing, but busied himself with some charts. Chang nerv- ously paced the floor, occasionally glancing out of the window. Elizabeth came bursting in very excitedly, an unusual thing for her. Did you know she began breathlessly. Yes. I know,” the doctor interrupted her. Mr. Chang has been telling me about it. But brother, what about our hospital? Just when it appeared that there was a chance for us to help these poor Chinese.” “Don’t give up hope. I may yet be able to keep that appointment. All through the conversation Chang had been walking in a caged-animal manner, muttering, “Why this delay? Something must have happened. This plan must go through.” Chang glanced at his watch. Almost twenty minutes had passed. The doctor and Elizabeth watched him intently, but there was no satisfaction in Chang's glance, for he was plainly alarmed. Rolfe opened his mouth but shut it again, as if he thought that silence at this time was best. The usually silent hospital corridor burst into commotion, a door flew open, and in catapulted a young Chinese lad who was about ready to weep. Doctor, oh. Doctor, the patients are all crying and attempting to leave their beds. Please come. Someone has spread the rumor that there will be a battle and all will be killed.” “Chang, may I go to my patients?” the doctor asked. Chang gave his consent and the doctor left with the young hospital errand boy. Elizabeth turned to Chang and asked him what would happen if the move- ment failed. Chang explained that if the rebels were taken by the government forces all the leaders would be executed. Doctor Rolfe, at that particular second, came bounding down the corridor like a lad of sixteen rather than a graduate doctor of his position. Elizabeth,” he fairly shrieked, the government forces have surrounded the settlement! The rebels are being held at bay outside the gates! They will soon be taken captive! An immense sigh of relief escaped from betwen Elizabeth s slightly parted lips. She and her brother turned to Chang with one accord. Fifteen “What will be your fate now?” Chang’s shoulders slumped. From his now ashen-gray face his black eyes showed defeat. But. when he spoke, his voice did not quiver. It was firm and proud. “I will meet the same fate as my rebel comrades. We shall face a firing squad at high noon tomorrow.” Mr. Chang, Elizabeth said, carefully avoiding her brother s eyes, “you can escape if you so desire. We can arrange some way, I am sure. To her surprise her brother spoke. “Yes, Chang, I appreciate your warning me and I should like to repay you. I can have the ambulance prepared and you may leave as a patient. I he soldiers will not stop the ambulance.” A smile o’erspread the usually unsmiling features of Chang. “Thank you both very much,” he said, “but, I cannot accept your kindness. It would not be fair that I should escape and the rest of my friends should face execution. I may not be much good, but I have a sense of honor. Does that seem strange to you?” Elizabeth and Rolfc started to speak, but with a gesture Chang stopped them. “I will take my leave now. Good-bye, Doctor. Good-bye, Miss Rolfc. He shut the door with a firm hand. All was quiet within the room. Presently, the silence was broken by Elizabeth. Chang ” she hesitated. “Yes, Sis,” her brother interrupted. I know what you are thinking. Chang was a man of noble character. If he had started on the right road he would have been very successful in life. One can’t help but admire him. As much as I wanted to help, I should not have respected him half so much if he had accepted our help to escape.” Is there no way we can possibly help? Is there not a chance that he might be freed?” “I am afraid not. You see. the government is so afraid of some day being overthrown that they punish these uprisers severely. Usually the soldiers, who are probably poverty-stricken and ignorant, are put into prisons where they are made to work. The officers, however, have death presented to them as their punishment. Death, in a way, is the less horrible. If you had ever seen the inside of one of these prisons you would understand why, Elizabeth. Rolfe explained. The two looked out the window. Chang had reached the gate and had just given himself over to a guard. Two soldiers came to his side. Before they could take him away he turned to the window where Rolfe and Elizabeth were and bowed low. It was not a humble bow. It was proud and brave. Then he dis- appeared through the gate. Elizabeth went over to the desk and picked up a pad of paper. She glanced at her watch and then, turning to Gordon Rolfe, said, Don’t forget, you have an appointment at the governor-general’s at one.” Sixteen ■4CY. MASS HThfc QoUdoi (Rod - JZltenany Ma coen By HAROLD BERTRAND Under very unpromising conditions I will attempt to unburden myself in re- gard to the Quincy Senior High School s famous literary masterpiece, the Golden Rod. For forty-five years the Golden Rod has ranked high in the minds of all, espe- cially our great seniors. In 1891 the first issue came out. It was a little pamphlet with no girls’ picture on the cover (ah me), and it was very thin. The jokes were ex- ceedingly uproarious, an example of one being “Vacation again, (ha! ha!).” The stories were those of an artist, each be- ginning with a very effective opening sentence and ending happily. Quincy’s “new” high school was being planned. It is now the ’ old” high school. How time flies! ! The girls wore half a dozen petticoats and bustles. The boys wore high collars. Both species thought that they were “classy.” Tsk! ! Tsk! ! How misinformed they were. And so merrily the Golden Rod rolled along. Up through the nineties” it went. Then came the 1900’s. Tripping blithely ahead, the Golden Rod came through the turmoil of the World War, unscathed, unbeaten and with the jokes as bad as ever. The spring of 1911 brought another Golden Rod. In the fateful football game with Brockton, the habit of losing reared its ugly head and so — we lost. A more interesting thing appeared. Every pupil worked his hard head off to get an E.” You must think that they were crazy. Well, maybe in other ways they were, but did I tell you that E” meant excellent,” not very poor”? The edition of 1916 would be a joy to those things called “sophomores who infest our school. In 1916, strange to say, the sophs were not the butt (I said this before) of the juniors and seniors. Why? Because in those ancient days fresh- men, even a lower order of insect life, were the victims. The freshman looked up to the sophomore as sort of a god. Of course, you must remember that this hap- Seventeen pened twenty years ago. How times have changed! ! (I think I haven’t said this before.) The 1917 edition was singular in many ways. For one, the World War was not even mentioned once. However, that is the only singular thing I can remember right now. Came the edition of June. 1928. Sad to relate, bustles had gone, but short skirts were the thing. Dat ol’ debbil,” slang, had a strong foothold on the unfor- tunate inmates. Girls were all trying to imitate Clara Bow. the It” girl. As from the beginning, the little sophomores were the butt of the juniors, the juniors were the butt of the seniors, and the sophomores were also the victim of their conceit. Time marches on! June, 1929. As the lunches were pretty crowded with vermin and as waste papers were being strewn around, the result of the seniors playing basketball with it, a third lunch was instituted. As a result, more vermin crowded the corridors and the seniors played the same sort of basketball more than ever. Cafeteria lectures were ardently given by cafeteria-cleaner-uppers” and look at the results today. The speeches must have had a double meaning. The joke department, thanks to the advancing generation, was considerably improved, though the seniors’ wit, if such it could be called, was absolutely withering in some remarks. For instance, one “bright young thing suggested that all the discussion about sophomores and seniors be ended, because the young Frankenstein would give to the world a mixture of both, a junior! ! That is what I call an insult, but worry not, the day will come. Again time skips gaily along and 1930 brought the next June issue. The only thing to recommend it was the beautiful if satiric display of cartoons. The cartoons depicting the sophomores and seniors were marvellously true to life, but of course those of the juniors were only miserable caricatures. All this may seem to you only a review of all the past, but not passed-up. Golden Rods. However, this is only helping me to recall enough courage to express my worthy opinions of the magazine as a whole. So, here I go again. The Golden Rod of June, 1931 was fortunately blessed with a beautiful cover. That means, of course, a girl graced it. This issue was also unfortunately unblessed with the homely but kindly (I still know that It’s a Sin to Tell a Lie”) visages of the seniors. They had conceitedly voted to have in the graduation issue their pic- tures and their addresses. (No, no phone numbers of the opposite sex!) This made the magazine larger and the purchasers thought that they were getting more for Eighteen their one-fourth-of-a-dollar. Also the upper classmen instituted a new department entitled As We Used To Be. This was a collection of photographs from pre- historic times, when the institutors were in the hey-day of their infancy. After looking long and hard at them most everyone mentally changed the title to Photos We Shouldn’t Have Posed For.” If the seniors had the idea of putting them in for a laugh they certainly succeeded. Well, so much for that. For a few years each graduation issue had a class will. Up to 1932 they were in a serious vein, but in that issue they blossomed out with a new sort of subtle humor, replete with hints to the faculty. In 1933 the seniors monopolized the magazine and so I will just “skip it . The Golden Rod of June, 1934, introduced (I think) The Expecter, the imagin- ary newspaper which humorously showed what outstanding members of the gradu- ating class were expected to do in the future. I must, in all fairness, say that the senior who suggested and the ones who wrote it did a pretty good job. Meanwhile, all through the years the literature had been getting better and better. “A Day at Merrymount Park” had graduated to “Omer Morin’s Trip to Mars”. The same with the jokes. “Vacation again, (ha! ha!)” was now changed to sarcasm, the pre- dominant form of humor. In 1935 the magazine grew more prosperous and much, much funnier. The Expecter was changed to The Outlook. Brockton, in the words of the magazine, slaughtered Quincy Interviews were a part of the Golden Rod, which helped a lot. The 1936 June edition was the crowning achievement of forty-five years. It was superb, but Brockton won its annual football game against a crippled but game Quincy eleven, the score, 20-6. The Golden Rod, ns long as I have seen it, has really meant a laugh a minute to me. It s a fine magazine all through and deserves every prize it won. However, next year, I shall look down on the juniors (I hope) and the sophs, too. That edition. I fervently pray, will have those angelic headlines: Quincy Slaughters the Shoe-City ”, but I guess that is hoping for too much. In fifty-five more years my grandchildren will write another essay on the hun- dredth anniversary of the Golden Rod. Till then, the magazine will win fifty-five more prizes and everyone will be truly able to say: “Here’s to the Golden Rod, the best there is.” Nineteen (ReaJtam. and MORNING Looking at the sky, Standing on a high hill Watching dainty cloud-ships Go sailing by. Listening to a meadowlark Heralding the morn. Perched on a sturdy stalk Of mellow autumn corn. Lying in a stuffy room. Gazing at the ceiling— Cracked, and greyed, with many pictures And the plaster peeling. Listening to the “el” trains Already tearing past. Or the screech of timely brakes. Or a factory whistle s blast. Lora von Bergen (Pkanta ty RECIPE FOR TWINKLING EYES Oh, I took a piece of sun, and I took a piece of moon. And I mixed them in a cloud with a diamond-studded spoon. Then I sprinkled in some star-dust of silver sparkling hue From a moonbeam shaker taken from a shelf of noon-sky blue. Then I made a crust of sunset the prettiest of shades And I set it in an oven which gleamed with golden braids. When I thought the pie was finished, I found to my surprise. That this strangest of concoctions was just your twinkling eyes. Vernon A. Weeden Twenty oLi'iiOiv tlijt'i OLi'iU L .JvivhnJ QUINCY, MASS. Hfke cWonna tuiriA By MARIE COLETTI W uxtryl Wuxtry! That was the call of Teegc Finnegan from seven o’clock in the morning until seven at night. Teege was a newsboy of twelve years. He was the eldest of five children of Mrs. Finnegan whose husband had died three years ago, leaving Teege as one of the principal supporters, the other being his mother, who earned a few dollars by tak- ing in washing. Teege was a thin, wizen-faced boy. with a bright red mop of bristled hair, and huge gray-green eyes that popped from their sockets and stared at the dull and dreary world. Teege belonged to a newsboys’ club. It consisted of four members: Teege, Porky, a slightly tubbish-Iooking fellow who had just passed his ninth birthday, George Washington Brown, familiarly known as Coco Brown, a colored lad of eleven years, who idolized Teege so that he was sometimes called Teege’s Shadow and the last, but certainly not least, member of this club was the Worm, why so called no one knew. The Worm was a queer fellow. He was a thin, ragged-looking individual. No one knew where he lived and no one really cared. He was a mean-looking fellow with a sly, over-experienced look in his eyes for a boy of fourteen years. He never associated with any of the other newsboys and had invited himself into Teege’s group, much to the resentment of Porky and Coco. However, Teege ac- cepted him for there wasn’t much else he could do. It was only three weeks before Christmas and as Teege was on his way to his customary corner to sell his papers, he thought of what he was going to get his mother and brothers for Christmas. His mind was occupied most with what he was to get his mother. Then suddenly a thought struck him. “Gee, he said, “Ma never had a pocket-book. She always has to tie her money in a hanky. I know what I’ll do. I am going down to Glandestien’s and look ’em over.” Twenty-one Down the street Teege walked, faster and faster. His excitement seemed to propel his legs. Soon his eyes lit upon a two story building, drab and musty look- ing. Glandestien's at last! His heart playing a steady tatoo with his footsteps, he entered a long, narrow, low-ceilinged room which displayed everything from com- mon pins to supposedly Oriental rugs. A thin. Scrooge-like man with stooped shoulders, small sunken-in-eyes and a wide mouth with thin, tight lips which betrayed his false smile of friendliness and disclosed a life-time of shrewdness, spoke. Hello, Sonny, what can I do for you? Well, Sir, I d like to see some of your pocket-books.” then as an after thought, the best you have. Well, Son, I have just the kind you want, yes, just the kind you want,” replied Mr. Glandestien. He proceeded to drag out a greenish-black suede bag of undeterminable age. Teege looked at it uncertainly. “Are you sure that’s the best you have? he asked Mr. Glandestien. How much is it? the inexperienced twelve year old asked. Well now. seeing it’s you, it’s only three dollars and seventy-five cents. Oh.” said Teege, with dismay. I have only two dollars and fifteen cents. Hmmm, I’ll tell you what to do. You can give me that two dollars and fif- teen cents as a down payment and I’ll promise not to sell the bag until you get the rest of the money. How’s that?” Gee. that will be swell, said Teege and with a last lingering look at the bag. went out and proceeded down the street to his corner. Suddenly Teege stopped short. Why it couldn’t be true, it just couldn’t be true. But it was true. There was the Worm. He had taken Teege’s corner. He had broken the rule. He had taken somebody else’s corner. In a newsboy’s eyes that was an unpardonable sin. Teege walked up to the culprit. Hello, Worm. I suppose you know this is my corner. Ya mean it urns your corner, dontcha? Suddenly Porky and Coco came around the corner. Sensing the situation Porky said, Whatcha doin’ on Teege’s corner. Worm? You know it’s against the rules.” That’s a rule you fellas made, not me, so I ain’t in on it. In the first place Twenty-two this is a better corner and in the second place I’m staying here and there’s nothing you can do about it, so get along.” With that he turned away and commenced selling papers again. Coco rolled his big black eyes. Porky heaved a sigh of disgust, and Teege stuck his hands way down deep in his pockets. Thus the three walked on slowly down the street. Teege turned homeward that night and many nights afterward, with heavy footsteps. He never could get a real good corner again and his family needed the money. Besides he just had to get his mother that pocket-book although there would never be much money in it and therefore, not much use to his mother. But then who was to think of that? Certainly not twelve-year-old Teege. Meanwhile the Worm was getting all of Teege’s trade. But the neighborhood did not forget what he had done to Teege. Now we know why they call him the Worm,” they said. In the meantime, the Worm found no glory in what he had done. The neigh- bors would not let him forget. He was used to it, he would say. He had done it before to other newsboys and nothing had ever happened like this. Oh well, they’ll get over it, he said. But he still couldn’t explain that queer, choked-up feeling, when he saw any of the other boys, and his head just had the tendency to hang down. Finally two days before Christmas, the Worm decided he couldn’t keep the corner any longer. Meanwhile, Teege had gone to Glandestien’s to tell him he couldn’t buy the pocket-book as he had only sixty-two cents. Well, Son. seeing it’s Christmas and all. I’ll let you have it for the two dol- lars and eighty-seven cents. Teege thanked him, and with the precious package clutched in his long, thin fingers, he went on home. ou may be sure Glandestien did not lose too much money in that transaction. And so it was that as Teege went trudging up the path to his front door he spied a piece of paper tied to the door-knob which read: THE KONER IS WAITING FOR YO” THE WORM Teege s eyes lit up brighter than the solitary candle in the window. It was Christmas and the Worm had turned. Twenty-three 1891 C. H. S. C Volume—SOFT ANN I VERS SLOWLY, AND NOT SURELY September 10 Welcome, Sophs. 11 Bonjour. chers professours. 19 Good start. Quincy 0, Chelsea 0. 26 On the downward grade. Quincy 0. Melrose 18. 28 The intellectuals go to see Romeo and Juliet”. October I Ditto. 3 Sounds like baseball. Quincy 2. Brookline 3. 7 Deficiencies. 9 The cheer leaders are in again. 12 Aren’t we glad Columbus discovered America? 13 Cafeteria seating plan goes into ef- fect. 15 Mr. Bagley addressed upperclass- men. 17 Night game. Quincy 0. Somerville 13. 28 A pow-wow with the Chief. 29 Quincy 0. Newton 19. 31 Still worse. Quincy 0. Haverhill 34. November 7 What a headache. Quincy 0. North 6. 11 Armistice Day -Hurrah I 12 Q. H. S. thrown open to parents. 14 Signs of hope. Quincy 19. Fitch- burg 21. 17 Tale of woe—report cards. 21 Same old story. Quincy 0. Brockton 27. 24 French department sees French talk- ing picture. 25 Four and one-half days of repose well started. 30 We re in again. December . You can fill it in yourself. HEALTH BROADCASTER SPEAKS On Thursday. October fifteenth, Mr. Arthur E. Bagley of radio fame spoke to the aristocracy of Q. 11. S. (juniors and seniors) on Playing the Game for Dear Life”. Mr. Bagley’s speech consisted mainly of three pleas. First, that wc obtain as much education ns possible; second, that wc go out to make the world ns good ns possible; and third, that we very carefully choose the road upon which wc ure going to travel the great venture of life. It is interesting to note that Mr. Bagley Inter said that since he had spoken to Q. H. S. that he would rather speak di- rectly to on audience than over the ether. NOVEL OPEN HOUSE NIGHT PROVES SUCCESSFUL This year Quincy High School celebrated National Education Week with its usuul annual Open House Night. Many students gathered with their parents in the High School Auditorium to listen to the strains of the Q. H. S. orchestra for a brief inter- val of fifteen minutes. The program was then formally opened by the president of the Student Advisory Council. Ronald Vanelli, who introduced superintendent Muir and our principal, Mr. Collins, who officially welcomed the parents. Mr. Collins explained that the regulur auditorium program of one type or another such os used in the past would be taken over by the actual conducting of classes which were to be open to the parents. Then requesting that the parents remain seated until such time as they were told that everything was in readiness, Mr. Col- lins dismissed the pupils by the fumiliar. You may go to your homerooms. As soon as the ten minute session began the parents proceeded to the homerooms to watch just what we do during our first period. The period closed with the usual two bells. The fifth and sixth periods, the two most full periods, were then conducted. Each was twenty minutes long and divided into two parts; the first ten minutes devoted to recitation, and the last ten minutes the parents spent in discussion with the teach- ers. At nine o'clock classes were dismissed, students found their parents and conducted them on a personal tour through the school so that they might meet the members of the faculty. At 10 o’clock there was a dismissal bell and pupils and parents departed from an evening spent in the surroundings of edu- cation. POW.WOW TO PAY FOR FOOTBALL INJURIES On October twenty-eighth many students paid the meager sum of five cents for the privilege of holding a pow-wow with Chief Pocantico. a Sioux Indian, along with his wife and papoose. As the primary purpose of the lecture was the raising of funds to pay for foot- ball injuries, the Chief ut first spoke on the possibility of Imving a stadium. He then went on to his lecture describing and rcluting to the audience in a most interest- ing manner, the ways and customs of the North American Indians. The lecture was concluded by the spin- ning of a wedding ring” by the Chief and a great round of applause by the audience. DRIVERS BEWARE A member of the faculty who had hastily parked her car on Open House Night re- turned to it. with her across-the-corridor neighbor to find its windows covered with thick, black grease. Hoping for the best the friend opened the door only to fend her glove covered with the disagreeable sub- stance. The explanation was found on a note bearing the words Don't pork in drive- ways” which for the first time the faculty member realized she had done. From the occupant of a car behind who j had been waiting for three-quarters of an hour to enter his garage came the retort. I hot’ll learn yal” Having found the cul- prit. words flew fast and furiously, and ended with the greaser” whizzing to the police station for revenge and the culprit's creeping home to scrape off the mess in a dark garage. She Is still mumbling That’ll learn ya!” GOLDEN ROD HOLDS REUNION On the second of June, 1936. members of the Golden Rod Staffs of the past five years guthcrcd ot a reunion held in Ships Haven. Dinner was served, after which there was an informal renewal of friendship. Sylvia Koose. editor-in-chief in 1933, was the toast- mistress. Miss Ethel Crockett, former fac- ulty advisor, and Miss Muriel Goudcy. present faculty advisor, were present. So successful was this reunion that mem- ! hers of the Golden Rod Staffs, both past HCCNICLE 1936 RY NUMBER Price—IT’S ENOUGH YOU READ IT (?) and present, wish to make it an annual Golden Rod Celebrates 45th Anniversary occurrence. FRENCH TALKIE SHOWN People, other than those in the know, who walked into the auditorium during either the first or second period of Novem- ber twenty-fourth might have thought that they were in the Fine Arts Theatre instead of Quincy High School. Why? for the simple reason that during that time the nine reel French talking picture, Suns Famille was being run off. The picture Sans Famille” was brought to the school through the courtesy of the French Department which felt that the film would be quite an experience in the edu- cation of those scholurs busily und studi- ously spending their time in attempting to conquer la langue de Maliere. Through the kindness of its leaden the whole French Department saw the picture whether they did or did not pay the small sum of five cents. Sans Famille was very worthwhile and successful, so successful that we hope that perhaps other language departments may continue the plan. North sent up on invitation to see Sans Famille” at ten cents per on the twenty- fifth of November. Imagine their surprise when they found we were having it on the twenty-fourth at five cents, if you felt in the mood to pay. FLOODLIGHTS FOOTBALL For the first time in the history of foot- ball at Quincy High our gridsters travelled to Somerville. Friday. October 17, to play under floodlights. The kickoff was at 8; 15 and the Quincy stunds were filled long be- fore that time. Probably more tickets were sold here for that game than for all the games played previously. Conditions were perfect. It was n worm windless night and the floodlights overhead illuminated the ploying field so well that the game was as easy to watch as in the daytime. The crowd followed Dan Cingoluni's long punts and short passes with ease. Cingolani's punting and great all around play by Lou Volpe, Fausto Pnluzzi and Joe Banuk kept the game scoreless for three quarters. 1 lien, in the Inst quarter, they cracked under a heavier, more experienced Somerville eleven and lost 13-0. However, the Quincy rooters went home satisfied that they had watched a good game ond had seen some good football. CELEBRITIES SPEAK During the post five years the Golden Rod has presented no less than twenty- seven interviews with different celebrities. A fine band” (meaning the Q. H. S. band) asserted F'rnnko Goldman: Sixteen by the billboard came the snappy reply from Mitzi Green; I don’t know what appeal he is supposed to make” replied Cyrus Dallin concerning the Pony . Such have been the answers to questions of the Golden Rod’s well-meaning interviewers. Yes. the replies are interesting but most interesting is the state thot the interviewed happened to be in. George Raft answered all questions while in lavender running pants; Helen Jacobs appeared in a chic blue and white pajama ensemble: Bing Crosby (who. by the way. was interviewed twice) stood wuiting for a cab. attired in a brown suit, n polo coat and cap with his shirt open at the neck: and Fabien Sevitsky. just before being interviewed, had deposited his cane and raccoon coat with his secre- tary. Among others interviewed were Ben Bcmic, Bradford Ropes (a case of local boy makes good). Jack Pearl. Bums and Allen. Richard Halliburton. Paul Whiteman, the Martin Johnsons, Anna May Wong. Conrad Nagel, and the members of the D'Oyly Carte Opera Company. The Golden Rod has devoted at least two pages an issue to be used in bringing the personality, appearance and character- istics of different celebrities to the students of Quincy High. The number of inter- views in cadi issue has. for the most part, been two or three. However, the J'35 issue broke all records by giving to its public interviews with no less than eight celeb- rities. Great Improvement Shown from 1891 to 1936 Back in September of 1891 the first issue of the Golden Rod appeared. In its first stages the Golden Rod was a monthly publication consisting of ten small pages and a glossy, colored cover which bore a facsimile of the solidngo, the title Golden Rod. and the word encouragement. Early Golden Rod staffs consisted of eight editors, whose main task was to sup- ply the magazine with written material (for there were few contributions from students), ond two business managers who tried to make the magazine a success financially. The material in the early Golden Rods is such os one would expect. The first few pages were devoted to general news usually delivered to the readers in the form of editorials by the two general editors. Following this were the Personals, brief se- lections of information concerning teachers, pupils and alumni. Then came the Locals which was the same us our humor section today. It gave brief accounts of humorous bits and sayings that took pluce in the school. If you think your jokes, wisecracks and puns of today are modem wc suggest you take u look at these Locals. The mag- azine finished with exchange material. How- ever, this order was broken up by the in- sertion of much poetry (more than we would ever think of having today), and on certain occasions one or two short stories. Rapidly through the ages, or more cor- rectly years, the Golden Rod had made great progress in developing from its first days into the large semi-annual magazine it is today in its forty-fifth year. TKlinuteii untk (Interview by Fanny Szathmary and Ronald Vanelli.) Like the Esquire version of the well-dressed man, impeccably clad in a riding costume, Leslie Howard stepped briskly into the lobby of the hotel Ritz- Carlton where, like a couple of stage-door-Johnnies, we had been anxiously await- ing his appearance for nigh onto three hours. As he approached, we silently admired his smart brown and white checked sport jacket. We particularly focused our attention on the horn-rimmed glasses which together with his tan felt hat. he wore with the air of an Oxford professor. When formal introductions were over, we became at ease with Mr. Howard because his manner wras so congenial. He spoke in a smooth voice with a slight English accent, which some young Americans record as effeminate. Tactfully in- formed that it was impossible for us to be granted an interview of any length, we immediately put a pen in the great actor s hand and secured his autograph. Leslie Howard proved to us to possess a very fine personality. The motion picture “Romeo and Juliet ”, which gained Mr. Howard popularity throughout the country, produced the man just as we were now seeing him. Upon leaving us. Mr. Howard said, “You II just have to make something up!” We were rather amused by this but could utter nothing but a thank you for an exciting two minutes. But — did we tell you how we came even to see him (in case you are interview- minded)? Two evenings previous to the great occasion were spent in trying to locate Leslie Howard. Attempts were made at the Opera House, where he was then playing in “Hamlet”. We received only unpleasant replies from the doorman, who probably thought we were a bit foolish. Finally it occurred to us that he most naturally would be lodged in the Ritz-Carlton. The telephone was in use to no avail. But we were only too fortunate in being able to speak with his maid who informed us, Mr. Howard is not in!” The morning of our success we ap- peared in the Ritz-Carlton with a frank note to our friend the actor. We were told to return later when Mr. Howard would probably have arisen. At the appointed time we met our Romeo. Twenty-six nom Qun Leitfjpoint This year the problem foremost in the minds of the senior class officers and the Student Advisory Council is a perplexing one. The dance situation at Quincy High School is in very poor condition and needs quite an operation to insure com- plete recovery. It wasn’t very encouraging to note the response of the student body when the Student Council announced they would sponsor a dance if they received sufficient remuneration from advance ticket sales to insure payment of expenses. Conditions were perfect and the dance should have been a sellout. The gym was to be decorated, a competent orchestra was contacted and the fact that it was to be held in the evening was an important point in its favor. However, despite a warning from Mr. Collins that this was to be the last attempt if it failed, despite pleas for student co-operation from the Council, the list of those who signed for tickets did not encourage the Council to give the dance further consideration. We cannot believe that there are no people at Quincy High School interested in dancing so we must take it for granted that nobody is interested in attending dances sponsored by the school or any of the organizations connected with it. In such a case we are sure Mr. Collins can be prevailed upon to cancel any plans for future senior receptions—Oh boy! what a holler there would be then! Well, stu- dents, how about snapping out of it? Show that at least you have some school spirit and buy a ticket to the next dance. Remember that its success is in your hands. Hold closely in mind also that failure cannot be tolerated as such an inci- dent will sound the death-knell of school dances. Cheer leading is a game all its own and although the boys do a good job. it seems that girls are more entitled to that position in high school. It appears that a few students have a lapse of memory when it comes to seats in the cafeteria. The plan is good only if it will show results. Please help. Senioni With the Christmas vacation practically upon us, you seniors should be thinking seriously of having your graduation pictures taken. It is not too early and this vacation would seem a very proper one, before the picture-taking rush is on. Everyone should have at least one pose with a white background to be put in the Golden Rod. The white background makes a better showing in the magazine and if you demand white, we shall have a uniform graduation section. When you order your graduation pictures, be sure to have a glossy four inches wide by six inches tall included. It is free of charge with your order. If requested, the glossy will be sent directly to Quincy High School. Twenty-seven Alumni While studying at Oxford. John Plnkham (F 30) wrote an exceptionally interesting letter to Golden Rod readers. We regret that space will not permit its being printed entirely, but the following excerpts will give an inkling of the life he experienced there. He is at present studying government and economics at the Hanxird Graduate School. TTiat Oxfjond Qtmo jpkene There are so many little details about college life that are so different from a similar existence at borne that I scarcely know what to write. The colleges them- selves are so different—two or more quadrangles of old gray stone buildings includ- ing chapel. library, dining hall, commons, i.e. social room, gardens—all carefully walled in from the streets so that once one is inside he is in an entirely individual world. I could write a good deal about the college servants or scouts” who are an institution in themselves. A student usually has two rooms to himself on a staircase which includes seven or eight other such suites. Each stairway has a scout to attend it—in my case a little old man with white hair whom I first see in the morning when he wakes me up and solemnly informs me about the state of the weather: Alf past seven. Sir. and a bit on the damp side this mornin .” He serves me breakfast in my study as well as lunch, makes my bed, cleans my rooms, supplies me with coal for the fire. etc. He takes great pride in his work and often tells me of the skill it requires to properly care for eight men and see that things are done on time. The report card does not exist at Oxford. Perhaps you will think this a blessing, but when you learn of the institution which takes its place I’m not so sure. At the end of each term one attends what is familiarly known as a “don rag. At a certain hour one presents himself in academic grown in the large dining hall of the college. At a long table on the raised platform at the far end of the hall sit the head of the college, the sub-head, the chaplain, and numerous other dons— all gravely gowned in black. When one s name is called he treads the solemn length of the hall and seats himself in the vacant chair directly opposite the Head and facing all the dons. His tutor then proceeds to pass judgment on his work for the term before the assembled authorities. The Head responds with fitting remarks —praise where this is due, suggestions for future improvement—all in a kindly man- ner, however, which somewhat relieves the tension of the moment. The ceremony is concluded by the student s shaking hands with each of the dons, and with a sigh of relief he departs to catch the next train for London. You will perhaps get a clearer idea of this affair if you can picture Mr. Collins, Mr. Wilson, Miss Thompson, Miss Howe, Miss Dawes—all in long black gowns seated before a long, narrow table on the stage in the Assembly Hall, and having your teachers’ opinion of you and your work laid before them in your own presence. Perhaps you still prefer report cards. Twenty-eight One might continue indefinitely with the to-us strange things one sees and does over here but which go to make up the every-day life of Oxford: the sight of a gray-bearded professor on a bicycle, his gown gaily flapping behind him in the breezes: the vice-chancellor in black gown and red hood on his way to a Univer- sity function preceded by three beadles, gowned gentlemen in queer round flat hats each bearing a large silver mace over his shoulder, and all proceeding in stately single file along the sidewalk: the proctors. University officials, in full academic dress moving about the streets of the city at night with eyes open for misbehaviour on the part of over-exuberant students, visiting in particular, the public houses— “pubs’ —which students are not allowed to frequent but where they are not infre- quently found. To prevent the escape of any prey they may come across, the proc- tors are accompanied by a number of strong and sturdy gentlemen—good runners— each wearing a bowler hat, who make escape on the part of the young culprit well nigh impossible. In the proctors and their “bulls” you have the “police force” of the University. Qodden (Rod 1897-1898 (An interview with Mr. Edward Marnoclt.) “The Quincy Senior High School of the 1890’s was far different from the Quincy High School of today,” says Mr. Edward Marnock, prominent Quincy business man who was business manager of the Golden Rod in 1897-98. “Baseball and football, for one thing, were the only sports and the boys sup- plied their own equipment. Every male member of the class had to play or there would not be enough to make up a team. There were no helmets, so that thick hair was necessary. Mr. Marnock assures us that in those days Quincy High won football games. The commercial classes of today might well wish they had been born sooner — in the 90 s the bookkeeping course lasted only two years. The other two courses, classical and general, consumed four years. Debating was compulsory, one hour a week being devoted to it. Examinations were held regularly and to be exempt from them it was necessary to have an average higher than ninety. The school had an orchestra of six, Mr. Marnock being the violinist. The two events of the year were the public speaking contest and the senior prom. There were forty in the senior class at that time. The Golden Rod consisted of fifteen pages, cost the students ten cents per copy, and was issued monthly. If a pupil were suited to any editorship, the teachers saw that he received it, regardless of anything he might have to say to the contrary. Mr. Marnock is now employed as Secretary of the Quincy Granite Manufac- turer’s Association. Twenty-nine fumni John Walsh ( 36) has earned a Second Class Seaman’s rating in the United States Navy. George Cook ( 36) recently completed a cruise to the Azores and the Medi- terranean on the Massachusetts Nautical Training Ship. While there his ship narrowly averted a clash with a rebel cruiser from Spain. Madelyn Vera ( 35) has a secretarial position in the executive office of the local Lincoln Store. George Kilnapp (’54) a graduate from Bentley’s Accounting School, opened to the public Quincy’s first certified public accountant’s office in the Quincy Sav- ings Bank Building. Doris Dennison (F ’34) is attending Bridgewater Teachers’ College. Theodora French (’36) is at present employed in the Quincy Patriot Ledger office. John MacAIIister (’35) has hearkened to the call of the sea. John is engineer of the S.S. Malong which plies between New York and Bucksport, Maine. A reunion of four members of tlve class of 1936 took place when Edith An- derson. Doris Swanson, Janet Purdon, and Florence Allgorin were employed by the John Hancock Insurance Company. Hugh Nixon (’17) is secretary of the Massachusetts Teachers’ Association and editor of the Massachusetts Teacher. Forrest A. Pease (’33) is attending Brown University where he is a three- letter man. Sylvia Koose, editor-in-chief of the Golden Rod in 1953, is completing her senior year at Portia Law School where she is president of the day class. Linnea Allgorin. news editor of the Golden Rod in 1933, is also in her senior year at Portia Law School. Linnea is president of the evening class. William A. Coates (’33) is at present attending Harvard University. Gunnar Olson (‘23) was a recent candidate for representative of the Socialist Party in Quincy. Roger Saville (’35) has gone “down to the sea in ships.’’ He is junior third engineer on the S.S. Yarmouth of the Eastern Steamship Lines. Marion Chambers and Jean Rigby, members of the Golden Rod staff in 1933, are both attending Bridgewater. Thirty Tke. LnAt (Pni e By DOROTHY BASSETT In the top floor apartment of an old brick building in the heart of Greenwich Village young John Martel stood before a battered easel on which reposed a can- vas filled with a hopeless jumble of colors. When finished this picture would prob- ably be called “A Thorn in the Foot. It was modern art. The day was bright and warm for it was early spring. A breeze blew through the open window that looked over dingy rooftops toward the skyline of New York City. Young Martel stood glaring at his finished product. A frown furrowed his brow. He was a good looking, dark haired young man, but rather thin. He had the long, slender, sensitive hands of an artist. He wiped paint-smeared fingers on a dirty smock and ran them through his thick wavy hair in a gesture of despair. It was all so discouraging. For two years now he had been studying art without much success. Yet this was the only work in which the young man was happy. He could not give it up now. The New York Art Museum was sponsoring an art contest with $500 as first prize for the best painting submitted. It was his great opportunity. A hungry gnawing in his stomach told him that it was time to eat. But he was not going to eat for the simple reason that there was nothing to eat in the house and he did not possess the funds to obtain any food. With a weary sigh he put his paints away. The next morning upon awakening John felt even hungrier. This would never do. A sudden thought struck him. He tried to put it out of his mind but it kept creeping back. Finally he went to the door and looked up and down the hallway. In front of apartment 10 directly across the hall stood a gleaming white bottle of milk. After a brief struggle with his conscience John slowly crept toward the bottle. Just is he stooped to pick it up, the door flew open and he found himself looking at two dainty feminine feet. As his gaze went slowly upward he met two icy blue eyes set in a small oval face framed with golden hair. Well!” came the frigid voice. John blushed crimson and stuttered. I — er, well you see, I was hungry.” Her eyes softened. He did not look like the sort of person who was in the habit of stealing bottles of milk. Thirty-one “Perhaps you’d better come in and have some breakfast.” Very much surprised by this unexpected and welcome invitation John mum- bled thanks and followed her. John soon learned that her name was Madeline Carpenter, that she was a native of New York, and worked as a private secretary for Richard Caldwell, wealthy stock broker and art collector. I suppose you would like to know who I am, John said when she had finished. “Well, I am John Martel, just another struggling painter who hopes to be famous some day. It doesn’t look as though I am on the road to success judging from my actions this morning. I can’t tell you how sorry I am.’’ Oh, forget it.” she smiled. “I understand how you must have felt.” As he looked across the table he thought how lovely she would look on canvas. “Will you let me paint you?” he asked eagerly. “If you’d like to.” For the next two weeks every afternoon after Madeline had finished work John painted her sweet face while she sat and posed for him. His hopes were high these days. He was already planning what he would do with the $500. Make Madeline proud of him, certainly. When the picture was finally completed they stood gazing at it. In their hearts they were a little disappointed but they did not dare to voice their fears. It was an excellent picture, to be sure, but not very unusual; merely a pretty face. Madeline could not bear to see Johnny disappointed. There must be some- thing she could do. Richard Caldwell had money and influence. He should be able to help John in some way. The boy really had talent. Many afternoons after that Madeline spent with her employer discussing art and trying to gain Mr. Caldwell’s interest in John. On one of these occasions John happened to see them together. So, this was the reason why he had not seen Madeline lately. He was not good enough for her. The glamour of wealth had fascinated her. She had made a fool of him once, but she would not do it again. He would show her. Madly he dashed to his little studio, locked himself in and set to work. He ripped the picture of Madeline from the easel and started a new one. This pic- ture, he decided, would be called Temptation. It would show a young girl dazzled by the glitter of money and jewels. The face was Madeline’s. Furiously he worked without stopping, putting all his bitter, pent-up feeling on canvas. One week later Madeline walked sadly through the Museum. Why had John disappeared so suddenly? The landlady would not tell her where he had gone. She could not understand it. Her eyes suddenly lighted on a painting. There, in front of her, unmistakably, was her own face. Underneath the picture was the title Temptation” by John Martel. In plain view hung a little blue ribbon on which was printed “First Prize.” � Thirty-two crotbaW When the 1956 edition of the Quincy High football team reported to Head- coach Jimmy Lecain, September eighth, they pitched in to fight an uphill battle. As far as the team was concerned, they were on their own one foot line, it was first down and the other team (in the person of the School Committee) had the ball. There were no gate receipts from the 1935 season with which to buy equipment for the boys: pardon, my mistake, ten thousand red-blooded Americans yelled them- selves hoarse at the North Quincy game last year and kicked in five bucks clear for both teams, the whole ten thousand of them! The season’s opening found the same old story true: no stadium in Quincy; all games, except the North Quincy game, scheduled to be played away from home. The team received preliminary instructions from Headcoach James N. Lccain, ably assisted by Backfield Coach James Lecain, Line Coach Jimmy Lecain and End Coach Lecain. Over seventy boys were on the squad. With a week or so of practice the team trotted out on the field and played Chelsea to a scoreless tie. They pushed Brookline all over the field the next week and lost 5-2. Playing first-class teams on their home grounds, and a one-man coaching staff for more than thirty boys took heavy toll of the team’s ability to win. They suf- fered defeats at the hands of Melrose, Somerville and Haverhill. Given a chance to play on their home grounds, Quincy punched out a 7-0 win over the Tufts Freshmen at the Oval. The above is a bird’s-eye view of the Blue and White grid record prior to the North game. Having played some of the best teams in the state, Quincy was favored to win over a North team with an unimpressive record against teams of the second calibre. Although triple-threat Joe Banuk was out with injuries received in the Haverhill game, the presence of Dan Cingolani and Sonny Cedrone (both men- tioned as all-scholastic material by Boston papers) in the Quincy line-up boosted the odds on the Blue and White by a heavy margin. When the day came, how- ever, the team failed miserably. What happened at the Oval is ancient history. Thirty-three A blocked kick recovered on the ten yard Quincy line, plus four passes, gave North a 6-0 win in the closing minutes of the game. To all outward appearances, this was a final gesture by the team; they were only expected to go through the motions against Fitchburg and Brockton. Brockton with its best team in recent years was being hailed as state champ. Fitchburg in the week previous to the Quincy game had lost to Brockton by a 14-6 score. Small hope existed for Quincy High. Then, a week too late, the Hurricanes came into their own and threw a bomb- shell into the midst of even their stoutest rooters. Led by the three sophomore aces, Comi, Mountain, and Bertoni, the Blue and White led Fitchburg in the last quarter 19-14. The fact that they finally lost 21-19 didn’t matter so much as the fact that a Quincy team had scored 19 points against Fitchburg. It’s a long time since any- thing of that nature has happened here. This great showing at once brought a new hope to the team’s rooters that they would make a game of it at Brockton. Though the final score read Brockton 27 Quincy 0, they did make a game of it and the score tells that they lost to a Brock- ton team superior in weight and experience. So finished the 1936 season. Now for comments of a different nature: football gladiators of Quincy High School, we salute you. we are proud that Quincy could be represented this year by a fighting, courageous team that knew football. For perseverance and your ability to “bear it and grin” a bouquet to you, Jimmy Lecain. diaiketbafifi Seh.eciu.fie jjcm 1937 January 1 Milton 4 p.m. Friday 8 Fitchburg 8 p.m. Friday 12 Woburn 4 p.m. Tuesday 15 North Quincy Friday 19 Open Date Tuesday 22 Chelsea 8 p.m. Friday 26 Open Date Tuesday 29 Open Date 8 p.m. Friday February 3 Milton Academy 3 p.m. Wednesday 5 Brockton Away 8 p.m. Friday 9 Woburn 4 p.m. Tuesday 12 North Quincy Friday 16 Open Date Tuesday 19 Fitchburg 8 p.m. Friday 22 Brockton Home 4 p.m. Monday 26 Open Date Friday March 2 Chelsea 8 p.m. Friday Thirty-four Stonm cWannlncj — ariuany ta cVHanck 1937 A promising bunch of hoopsters are working out and going through prelimi- nary drills in preparation for the coming basketball campaign, under the direction of “Eddie” Dunn, ex-hero of two Tech Tourney teams from Quincy High. The team is without a real veteran but Bob Comparato, a Ietterman. saw action on the varsity last year. Fred Whittaker, Johnnie Rigby. Norman Johnson and Jimmy Whalen have had plenty of second team experience. Ralphie Graham. Lon Ready, Francis Ranieri, John Joyce, and Frank Giachetti are up from last year s great sophomore quintet to try to make the varsity this year. On the whole the material is promising and Coach Jimmy Lecain is expected to take his fourth team, in as many years, to the Invitation Tourney at the Massa- chusetts Institute of Technology Gymnasium next March. Soccen Quincy’s orphans, the soccer team, after being shunted about from coach to coach, were finally adopted by Ken Hudson. Returning veterans from last year’s team, claimants for state honors, were Cap- tain Bob Pearson, Johnnie Rigby. Willie Brown, Jimmy Savage, and John Conroy. These veterans, aided and abetted by newcomers Archie Brown, Frank Quinn. Billy Wishart, and Stew Sherrill were prominent in their team’s success. Archie Brown, Billy Wishart, Alex Fergerson, Alex Mitchelson and Frank Quinn will form a great nucleus for next year’s team. Retarded by a small schedule, the Blue and White were defeated twice by New Bedford, the state champs, and were held to a scoreless tie by Tufts Frosh. They punched out wins over Watertown, Wellesley, Harvard Freshmen, and Milton Academy. With a possibility that another game will be played before the season ends, the boys have not yet hung up their cleats. In any case, orchards to you. soccer team, for a successful season I Thirty-five Cno Countny Quincy High usually has a good cross country team and this year’s was no exception. Led by Captain Emilio Te Grazio, the team swept through an unde- feated season. Notable among the season’s victories were a perfect score victory. 15-55, over North Quincy, and a 10-36 victory over the previously undefeated team of Braintree High harriers. Consistent scorers for the Blue and White were Te Grazio, Paul Kelly, Ossie Biloni, Len Shepard. Roger Quilty and Gordon Rowe. Grazio cut the school record for the home course, set last year by Fred Brennion, by eighteen seconds. Incidentally this boy Kelly, an unknown quantity at the beginning of the season, proved a pleasant surprise. His great running gathered plenty of first and second place points for Quincy. Captain-elect Roger Quilty and Gordon Rowe, both juniors, will be back next year with a promising sophomore named Grant. (Quincy always has a good soph. Remember Fred Brennion?) This year’s schedule included meets with Arlington, Northeastern Freshmen, Brockton, Weymouth, M. I. I. Freshmen, North Quincy, and Braintree. Thirty-six cCao e «Cecu e A cheer for the cheerleaders. You did a great job, AI Shannon. George Biinn. Lonny Ready, and Paul Haynes. The season is almost over and Jumping George Biinn is still in one piece. A great successor to Quincy High’s somersaulting cheerleaders. I hear a vague rumor that we have some football players in the class of 1939. I was talking with a guy on the Thayer Jayvees. It isn’t very often that two football players battle all season for the same start- ing position on even terms as did Jimmy Whelan and Normie Cousins this year. Eddie Marchant made the ’’end round’’ play a scoring threat this year. Re- member that run at Somerville? Did you think he was over too? Ham Grazio went out for cross country last year thinking he didn t have a chance. Look at him now! Would you know that Celino Cedrone, 38. is that same Sonny Cedrone the sports writers are raving about? For champion Tough-Break-Getter we nominate Bill Osborne. I’ll bet he has nightmares over those runs against Brookline and North. Three rahs for Louis Volpe! His hard work all season earned him the cap- taincy for the North game. A great fellow. I wish Johnnie Rigby would wear a complete uniform and throw away his caddie cap when he’s tending goal. He’s really such a handsome brute. The basketball men are out already, but then, they are usually ahead of every- body else in anything they do. They’ll do well to watch Eddie Dunn (remember him, seniors?) because Eddie is accustomed to playing a game of advanced basket- ball called lech Tourney.’’ “Forgotten Men” who have not been forgotten: A short cheer for Captain Bob Pearson, Jimmy Savage, and Willie Brown of the soccer team; Ossie Biloni. Len Shepard, and Gordon Rowe of the cross country team; Tauno Pitkanen and Monte Marchant of the football team. Thirty-seven Qinib' Spontb Perhaps it was left-over enthusiasm that caused so many girls to go out for fall sports, but anyway a peppy crowd reported for practice and work. Tennis had a short season this fall and now the teams are looking forward to the spring tournaments. The interclass tennis match was won by the seniors who had the following stars: D. Hokkanen, E. Coose, L. Walker, M. Young. R. Young, P. Brown. K. Donaher, and R. MacDougal. It seems to have been the seniors’ lucky season as they carried off all honors in soccer by winning every game, although we admit they were a little skeptical when it was thought that on account of Rita MacManus’ knee injury, she would be unable to participate. However. Rita gave her usual fine showing and helped bring her team to victory on October 28 in the game between the sophs and seniors. The seniors’ line-up included B. Magee, L. Lyra. E. Armstrong, B. Carmichael. B. Cafferelli, R. McNeill, J. Cameron. D. Mitchelson, R. McManus. B. Hartman. M. Lahage, D. Pompeo, V. Mattina and R. MacDougal. The sophs team consisted of L. O’Brien, N. England, D. Anderson, B. Muir, E. Steele. E. Cerrone, H. Holden, G. Wilbur, L. Di Cesare, N. Kennedy and G. SmuIIen. Jessie Cam- eron’s late scoring gave the seniors a 1-0 win. Incidentally, if you ever plan to go out for soccer in the future here are some helpful hints: first, you’ll need a good, hard head; second, two tough shins; third, ten unbreakable toes; and last you’ll have to be just plain rugged as soccer has no place for “softies ”. (We don’t mean sophs.) Never was there more zip shown in field hockey than in the final game be- tween the seniors and sophs. Cries of, ’’Get it!” Smack it ini” and Send it over herel” were heard all over Faxon Field. Such was the excitement that Miss Baker received more than one accidental whack on the shins. The tensity of the game was broken as Peggy Brown was dribbling the puck down the field, just ready to give it the final shot through the goals, when to her surprise she was left holding the lesser end of a hockey stick. These seniors certainly have plenty of muscle. During the half-rest period, shin guards were cast off to provide more freedom, and perspiring brows were vigorously mopped. When the whistle blew for the last half, everybody started forth with renewed energy to make those longed-for goals. The improvised goal posts of coats and jackets proved to be changeable when somebody sat on the wire and the coats slid down thus making the space narrower for the puck to be shot through. The sophs, although they played a scoreless game, kept the seniors stepping by their alertness. The sophs’ lineup included Captain E. O’Hearn, J. O’Brien, B. Lindsay, R. Holmes, S. Bursmith. M. Noyes. J. Lyon and J. Norrie, seniors. Captain L. Davis, A. Carroll, R. Young. M. Young, P. Brown, C. Viner, N. Lyon and E. Holmes. The final score was 5-0 with the seniors the winners. The juniors had good material in Captain D. Sawyer, P. Tremblay. R. Scan- lon, M. Wilson, E. Mandelli, E. Robinson, and R. Carlisle, but they were not quite good enough to beat the sophs. Thus ended the outdoor sports with everybody looking forward to the basket- ball season. Thirty-eight eoen (Containing a few sneezes Pupil: How can I find the density of wood? Teacher: Use your head, son, use your head. A The Scholar’s Offering — November 25, 1867 Why is one’s nose and chin always at variance? Because words are constantly pass- ing between them. We were not surprised to find the editors of this paper of the female sex; they should know. Was it a typographical error or an intentional statement that the notice of Friday, June 12, 1936 read: There will be an important meeting of the track team today in the roar of the hall at 2:30. A So ’Twas! William Butt, getting data for one of Mr. Buckingham’s experiments, re- ported that it was twelve feet thirteen inches from the second to the third floor. from early Golden Rods.) Gr-r-r Mr. Knapton (after having someone recite for five minutes) Now begin! Golden Rod — January, 1895 She: You know I have a half brother? He: What became of the other half? Shall we tell him? A January, 1895 Brilliant scholar of ’96: Why is a hen like a pen? Answer: Because it is always scratching. Cute sense of humor these ’96ers had. Such Is Love! From an intercepted note en route to Louis Volpe, from Jimmy Whelan: Oh Louis, dear, why do you spurn me so? My love for you is greater than you know. Sometimes at night when I have naught to do I sit beside the fire and dream of you— dead! A Fish-feed? From a sophomore paper: When they were near enough to the whale, they threw the harpooner at him. November, 1891 Teacher in Civil Gov. II: What is one of the punishments of capita! crime? Pupil: Death by the bulletin (guil- lotine). 1956—Death on the electric toaster. Wasn’t Once Enough? P. Kelly (in English class): How was Sandburg justifying Milton s life when he said his wife died three times? November, 1891 Eng. IV Teacher: Use the preposi- tion ‘ throughout” in a sentence. Pupii: I threw out the book to him. Sounds like a Snell crack! Our Absent-Minded Teachers Tired teacher during the seventh pe- riod: Put that gum in the basket. No one s going to smoke gum in this room. Speaking of teachers, did you hear the story one tells of herself about put- ting on her glasses to answer the tele- phone then calling, “Hello” without lifting the receiver? Sounds bad! Another absent-minded teacher con- fesses attempting to lock the teachers’ room behind her. Something will have to be done about this situation. It’s growing dangerous. Forty In (Rttneu It has been a pleasant task to comment on four commendable magazines, which like the Golden Rod, have been awarded first class ratings by the Columbia Scholastic Press Association. The wealth and quality of the literary material, the wide variety of interesting features, and originality of the illustrative work show a marked degree of creative element. Bryant Owl The Bryant Owl” conducts an interesting treatment of Bryant High School music in this issue. A novel feature is the “Query Long Island City, N. Y. Nook, which consists of a question, What is your opinion of the modern trend in music?” answered by the members of the faculty. The Read and Sleep humor section provided much amusement. Erasmian The distinguishing feature of the “Erasmian” seems to be Erasmian High School the fine photographs, but every section shows the result of Brooklyn, N. Y much labor. In this issue tribute is paid to the teachers, and recognition is made of what they have accomplished. “Pot Pourri” suggests its own significance, and we find a preview of recent books in Library Treasures”. The “Erasmian” must have a very able art force to pro- duce such clever caricatures. The Highwayman Here is a magazine which fosters no advertising. James Madison High School It is definitely modernistic in trend. The illustra- Brooklyn, N. Y. tions are all fascinating, but especially so the cover, which is designed to give a downward glance. This issue is essentially literary and we give the highest praise for its stories, essays and poems. Oriole This magazine combines the graduation number success- Bushwick High School fully with the vivid editorials and essays of student inter- est, and a fine quality of verse. Of a most amusing note are the Senior Celebrities , “Requirements for Senior Classes , and a photo- graphic page of the graduates entitled As We Were . The cover of the Oriole is decidedly attractive and unusual as are the illustrations within. The Golden Rod wishes you continued good success, Oriole , on this your silver anniversary. The following magazines are gratefully acknowledged:� — The Mercury , West Springfield. Mass.; The Dial , Brattleboro. Vermont; Spaulding Sentinel”, Barre, Vermont; The Echo”. Hume-Fogg. Tenn. Forty-one TtfPMAS CRANE PUBLIC LIBRARY. ; ?!HHINGTON STREET., '' : .liSY, MASS. 02169 September, 1891 Algebra IV: A pupil giving the an- swer to her example after explaining, said 7A—men”, instead of, 7 equals A s men.” What, no G-men? No Democrats? Mr. Collins must have taken the presidential election very seriously this year judging from his Bible reading on the Friday before. Instead of saying. Publicans and sinners, he read, Re- publicans and sinners”. A Talking of Snell Miss Lantz in history class: What is there that we have in modern civi- lization that dates back to the Indians? Vic Snell: Boy Scouts of America. W. A. LAMB 1592 Hancock Street Quincy, Mats. January, 1895 Debater, finishing his argument: Therefore. I believe that boys should be co-educated.” Today it s a question of educating the co-eds. Those Sophomores! Teacher: Turn around! Soph: He stuck his finger in his eye. Teacher What has that to do with you? Soph: I just wanted to see if he got it all out. So Easily? 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