Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN ROD. SALUTATORY. AT last the day long looked for- ward to, yet sometimes dread- ed, has come; the day on which we leave the school with which we have so long been associated. How swiftly the time has flown! We can hardly believe that four years have passed since we entered upon our High School course, and that we have arrived at the point where we must sadly bid adieu to school life. What season could be more fit- ting for this occasion than the pre- sent ? The trees have arrayed themselves in their most beautiful vestures. Nestling under leafy canopies, the birds are singing their sweetest songs, and their music is blended with the balmy air of June. The summer breezes, laden with the breath of flowers, are wafting messages of love and ioy to all manking. On every hand we behold the beauties of na- ture, and tonight she joins us in extending our greetings to one and all. Friends, city officials, and citi- zens of Quincy, who have assem- bled here tonight to listen to the graduation exercises of the Class of ’93, and who have always taken such an interest in our school, it is my great pleasure as well as duty to bid you a cordial welcome. Parents of the class of ’93, we extend to you a filial greeting. It is through your never-tiring care and support that we are enabled to hold the position we do tonight. Your loving guidance and counsel have ever been with us, and for all this we can find no words sufficient to express our gratitude. As we are about to enter upon the broad field of life, it is our earnest desire to accomplish therein that which will be an honor to you, and which may perhaps repay you in part for your loving care. We would now salute our school committee and superintendent, who so wisely and carefully supervise the schools of our city, especially the High School. We know that you have always taken a great in- terest in us, and we highly appre- ciate your able and zealous efforts in our behalf. Schoolmates, our greetings and best wishes. Though we shall no more be associated with you day by day, and though we shall not meet with you when you again re- sume your studies, nevertheless the friendships which we have formed among you will always re- main. You have our best wishes for a successful course, and when you shall occupy our places, may you be able to look back upon high- ly profitable days. Ever be loyal to your school; neglect no “golden opportunity,” and thus you will leave a glorious record. And now to you, our esteemed teachers, we extend our heartiest greetings. You have labored long and earnestly for our instruction. Through your endeavors we have been able honorably to complete our course. Not only have you taught us the requisite branches of knowledge, but by your example and precepts you have ever held before us ideal manhood and wo- manhood, thus molding our char- acters and elevating our purposes, —lessons far more important than any learned from books. You have helped us over many rough places in the path of knowl- edge, and step by step have led us up to higher planes from which we might obtain a broader view. Your patience has been never-ending, your assistance ever ready and willing. Words cannot express our gratitude for the many favors received from your hands. As we must part, we leave with you our best wishes, and we shall carry away many pleasant recollections of the days we have passed to- gether. Classmates, I extend to each of you a most cordial welcome. As we meet tonight we experience a feeling of joy mingled with sad- ness. Although we must sever the ties of companionship which have become stronger day by day, nevertheless not one link of the “golden chain” that binds us in loving friendship can ever be bro-

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THE GOLDEN ROD. PERSONALS. EDITED BY Jennie Griffin. '94, Alice Fore, '94. Mary Mon ah an,’94, Lillian Bates,’95, Helen Delory, 94, Alice Sampson, 95, Edith Eaton,‘96. class OF ’93. Carrie B. Baker—With Sanborn, the oculist, Boston. Gertrude A. Boycl—Quincy train- ing class. Annie E. Burns—Quincy training class. Adeline Cashman—Quincy train- ing class. Margaret A. Farrell—Quincy train- ing class. Erminia Kolb—Quincy training class. Ellen McNealy—Quincy training class. Isabel Moir—Quincy training class. Helen E. Nutting—Quincy train- ing class. Catharine T. O’Brien -Bryant Stratton’s, Boston. Mabel E. Oxford—Quincy training class. Eva G. Reed—Boston Normal. Eleanor G. Roche—Quincy train ing class. Frances Talbot—Quincy training class. Cassendana Thayer—Quincy train- ing class. John W. Estabrooks—Architect’s office, Boston. Joseph J. Callahan—At home. Miss Carrie B. Gannett, ’91, is teaching at Pepperel, Mass. Harry O. Parker, '90, intends to enter Tufts college Oct. 5. Mary Shea, ’96, did not return this year, but is studying at home. Ella Loud, ’96, is attending Bry- ant Stratton’s business college. Miss Lena Pfaffman, ’89, has been engaged to teach at Leices- ter, Mass. Mary Souther, ’88, has accepted a position as instructor of music and drawing at the Winthrop Nor- mal school, Columbia, South Caro 11 ina. Clara Merrill has said goodbye to ’95, and is now a pupil at Thayer academy. Charles Walsh, ’95, is employed with Lamkin Foster, Congress street, Boston. Miss Sybylla Pfaffman, a former teacher of this school, is now teaching at the Newton High School. Eva G. Reed, the valedictorian of the class of ’93, was unable to perform her part at the graduation exercises, owing to illness. Miss M. Elizabeth Bates, ’89, has accepted a position as assistant in the gymnasium at Bryn Mawr col- lege, Bryn Mawr, Penn. The class of ’94 have organized and elected the following officers : President, Herbert Thompson; vice- president, Ada B.Thompson ; secre- tary, Mary Gavin; treasurer, Josie G. Mitchell. All of ’94 have returned to school with the exception of Mi- chael Daley, who is working in Dorchester, Charles Fostello, who is at present at home, and Harry Winslow, who is bookkeeping in Boston. The business managers take this opportunity of thanking the former kind patrons of The Golden Rod for the generous support received last year, and hope to be as freely remembered during the ensuing one. We shall continue to send the paper to all those who have paid their subscriptions for the past year until notice to the con- trary is received, and if those whose subscriptions are as yet un- paid would kindly send us the amount, it would lie gratefully ac- knowledged. A girl in a High School was set the task of composing an account of an excursion in the mountains. She wrote in this beautiful vein : “On the lake everything was idyl- lically lovely. Beautiful milk-maids sat under the cows in order to milk them. On the surface of the lake, the charming sight was mirrored upside down. —[Ex.

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THE GOLDEN ROD. ken. Tonight we stand on the threshold. Behind us is the school life we have just finished. Before us the portals of life’s school are opened wide to receive us. Above the entrance I fancy I see the following words inscribed: “Something yet to be attained.” Indeed, we feel that we have by no means reached the acme of knowledge, for there are more steps for us to climb, and Minerva stands waiting to offer us many things from the richness of her store. Though we reluctantly leave the school within whose walls we have received instruction and pleasure, let us enter upon our life work with a determination to succeed. May we at all times do our duty. Let us waste no oppor- tunity for ennobling ourselves and shedding an influence for good around us. Classmates, let us— “Do noble things, not dream them all day long, And so make lite, death, and that vast forever, One grand, sweet song.” —Cassendana Thayer, ’93. CLASS POEM-1893. Backward we look with ever lingering eyes, And with reluctance close the school- room door; While joyous memories in our minds arise, Of by-gone times too lightly prized be- fore. We recollect our pride and keen delight, When problems deep at last were fully solved, Or Latin sentences were read aright,— Hard sentences, that patience great in- volved. Sweet memories of our pleasant inter- course, With dear familiar scenes for aye en- twined, We know the mystic power to enforce Regrets that we must leave so much be- hind. Still comes an impulse o’er us with the day Bidding us hasten forward, thus to learn What fortune has for us of grave or gay, Our restless human hearts would tate discern. Whate’er our way, whate’er our fate may be, With whatsoever dangers we may cope, Whatever lot before us we may see, We will endure it while we still have Hope. Yes, Angel Hope our aid and stay shall be. That Hope which through all ages has endured, And through the world’s long troubles ceaselessly The timorous heart of man hath aye as- sured. When fair Pandora could not overcome The overpowering wish to ascertain Of golden wealth within that box the sum, Then first on earth began misfortune’s reign. But Hope came, too, with her bright rain- bow hue. To assuage the sorrow and to heal the pain Of man; and more, she did his soul im- bue With thoughts of happiness he yet might gain. And ever since, this varied world through- out, Eternal Hope hath made her welcome way, Shedding on many a path her joy about. On great and lowly with impartial ray. Thus when the rich man, tired of soulless ease, Doth loathe his aimless life, by Hope he can For noble uses turn his treasure keys. And gain reward by aiding fellowman. And when the poor man, wearied by his toil, Would murmur. Hope low whispers that he may Lay down his burdens, leaving labor's moil For rest eternal; cheered he goes his way. Great men with mighty works for them to do, Oft pause in dread lest they more strength should need, Till courageous Hope sweeps before their view, And lo! the world is glad by some grand deed. And humble men, in humble spheres re- pining That’t is not theirs great actions to per- form, By Hope are told that God is still assign- ing All parts, with-love and justice uniform. So as we sadly close the schoolroom door, And at the portal of Life’s school we stand, Dear Hope, we pray thee, ever as before. Take our hands in thine own all helping hand. Until Life’s lessons all at last are done. And golden light streams forth through “Gates Ajar,” Until Life's graduation day is won, Sweet Hope, be thou, we pray, our guid- ing star. —Annie E. Burns, '93.