Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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

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(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

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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