Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN ROD. CARCASSONNE. [From the French of Nadaud ] Dedicated to Joseph Maurice Sheahan, M. D. I’m sixty now, I’m growing old, I’ve toiled and moiled my whole life through, But though all this long time is told, My heart’s desire escapes my view. I see it well that here below There’s happiness complete for none, My prayer’s unanswered, more’s the woe: I’ve never seen great Carcassonne ! You see the town yon height below, Behind the hazy mountains blue; But ere you get there, you must go Five leagues and five good long ones too; To come back home, as many more. The grapes won t take the color on. The wine crop ’s not as ’f was of yore ! I ne’er shall see my Carcassonne! They say that one sees every day, Nor more nor less than Sundays too, Good people walk along the way All dressed up in their garments new; They say they’ve palaces to view As big as those of Babylon, A Bishop there and Generals two, I can't imagine Carcassonne! He’s right, his reverence, doubly so: It's reckless wights we are; and then His sermons told us long ago That wild ambition ruins men. And yet I only wish that I Might get two days, when autumn’s done, — Great heavens! how happy should I die, When I had seen my Carcassonne! Dear Lord ! dear Lord ! Grant pardon, pray, If my petition troublous be; One looks above himself ahvay, In old age as in infancy: My wife has with my son, Aignon, A journey taken to Narbonne; My godson has seen Perpignan: And I’ve ne’er seen my Carcassonne! So babbled once near by Limous A peasant bent with Age’s load. I said to him : “My friend, do you Arise and come along the road.” We started with the next day’s light ; He died with half his journey done : May he find pardon in God’s sight: He never saw his Carcassonne ! —Frederic Allison fupper. Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream: Hope there is, and life worth living, While we have our foot-ball team. Fair maid (in the parlor, sing- ing) —“Daddy won’t buy me a bow- wow.” Charles Augustus, (out by the gate, afraid to enter)—No, but he has bought a bully dog. CLASS WILL. To hinder heart-breaking and jealous hate, And contending heirs make still, Ere we surrender ourselves to fate, We have prudently framed a will. WE, the members of the sen- ior class of the Quincy High School, realizing that the sad hour is approaching when we must make our departure from this school, and being in sound mind and of good bodily health, (still acknowledging that we have undergone a severe mental and physical strain during a portion of the time spent here,) with heart-broken feelings deem it advisable and in accordance with the fitness of things to hereby make, publish, and declare our last will and testament, disposing of the possessions of said school in manner following, to wit :— First, we do unreservedly give and bequeath to such members of our succeeding class, the beloved ’94’s, (which class has in the past always looked up to us as an exam- ple of dignity,) as conduct them- selves like dignified seniors, the back row of seats in the assembly room of said school, on condition that they carefully preserve all autographs written therein. Second, our dearly beloved and playful mice we bequeath to those fortunate ’94’s who obtain seats in the first row, where they can occa- sionally glance from their interest- ing lessons to such trivial things as mice. Feed them well, ’94’s, for, notwithstanding the fact that the metre of the following verses is somewhat irregular,— Those mice were to the hearts of ’03, More by far than the acorn to the tall oak tree: For those dear creatures by their magic powers, Helped to shorten many long lesson hours. Third, we give and bequeath to those students qualified to fill so responsible a position, the manage- ment and editing of The Golden Rod, and vest Mr. F. A. Tupper with power and authority to con- tinue the publishing of said paper. Fourth, to our beloved ’94’s we bequeath the privilege of holding

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THE GOLDEN ROD. The imploring accent of one of our young men was overpowering as in his French recitation he called out “Mama me.” (Mon tna mes.) French ’95.—We think we must have turned cannibals; who else would have thought of translating Le ptre ct la mire, “the father ate the mother ? Our popular teacher in cooking has commenced her labors with us. We have received warning that we are to “Look out for those future homes, and now is your chance!” Rhetoric A.—Teacher—Correct the sentence, “The woman was innocent of the charge, but her character was spoiled.” Pupil—The woman was innocent of the charge, but her inhabitation was spoiled. EDITED BY Jennie Griffin. '94, Alice Pope. ’94, Mary Monahan,’94, Lillian Bates,‘95, Helen Delory,'94. Alice Sampson, 95, Edith Eaton,'96. Jennie Phillips, once of ’96, is learning telegraphy. Miss Hatch, ’96, is at the Girls’ Latin School, Boston. Master Dunn, ’96, has left us to join the business men’s world. Harold Moody, ’95, attends the Cambridge Manual TrainingSchool. Master Whittemore, ’95, is with the Edison Electric Company, Bos- ton. Percy Hull, formerly of ’95, is employed at Boynton Russell’s, Wollaston. Superintendent Lull has just re- turned from his second visit to the World’s Fair. Harry Wilder, 96, has returned from a two weeks’ trip to Washing- ton and the World’s Fair: Miss Carrie C. Norton, a former graduate, was married September 28, 1893, and now resides at Forest Hills. We wish her much happi- ness in her new life. Annie Eaton, ’91, is attending the Boston Normal School. Master Howard, once of ’95, is employed at Parker, Holmes Co.’s, Boston. Master Cleverly, ’96, and Miss Annie Lingley, ’94, are attending the Boston Art School. Bertha Jameson, ’94, and Florrie Hall, ’95, are training in a kinder- garten school in Boston. Good news comes every day from our principal. Let us hope he may soon return to us. George Melzard, once of ’94, is employed in a men’s wholesale fur- nishing store in Boston. Edmund Hall, ’95, is in the wholesale boot and shoe store of A. P. Tapley Co., Boston. Sorrow has fallen heavily upon two of our schoolmates. Both their classes and the school extend to them their heartfelt sympathy in their bereavement. We are pleased to learn that Mr. Lull, our superintendent, and the Misses Souther, Stone, Abbe and Prince, Master Anderson, ’96, and Mr. Wilder, ’96, enjoyed the sights at the World’s Fair. Our visiting list is increasing. We received visits this month from Miss Strongman, Miss Robbins, Miss Wilder of the Hingham High School, also Master Rideout, once of ’96, and Miss Carrie Lord, a for- mer graduate of this school. She is now studying for assistant teach- er of Music in the public schools. OCTOBER The golden-roc! is yellow, The corn is turning brown. The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. The gentian’s bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusky pods the milk-weed Its hidden silk has spun. The sedges flaunt their harvest In every meadow nook; And asters by the brookside Make asters in the brook. By all the lovely tokens, October days are here. With summer’s best of wealth, And autumn’s best of cheer. —Exchange.

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THE GOLDEN ROD. their class-meetings on the stone wall, a pleasure denied most schools, but heartily enjoyed by us. We also give them the honor of carrying out the challenge ot the Hyde Park Debating Society, since we learn that the Hyde Park de- baters are discouraged this year by the fame of our debaters. Fifth, our books we leave to the school with regret; but, consider- ing that we have gained all the knowledge contained therein, and that our successors have not, we willingly give them up, but here we might add a little advice (we hope the ’94’s will not find it like certain medicine, hard to take): Leave no part of the books unstudied, and improve your time, even as we have done, for “the end crowns all.” “Sixth, we give and bequeath to the several teachers of said school in manner following, to wit : — To our dearly beloved principal, Mr. F. A. Tupper, the Butler lot, with a seventy thousand dollar schoolhouse thereon, hoping it will give him “unparalleled refresh- ment.” To our dearly beloved teacher, Miss E. A. Souther, the sole care of the precious bodies of her Physi- ology pupils ; but may she bear in mind to protect her own precious body from further accidents. To our dearly beloved teacher, Miss Abbe, the authority to be- come without further ceremony bettei acquainted with the ’94’s than she was with us. To our dearly beloved teacher, Miss M. Fish, the pleasure of low- ering the platform in her Literature recitation-room, for certainly her pupils would not oppose her. To our dearly beloved teacher, M ss C. Thompson, the care of a portion of that class which is al- ways so cumbrous, and which never knows what to do with itself. To our dearly beloved teacher, Miss Prince, the privilege of mak- ing her Drawing lessons more in- teresting than the usual Thursday church service. To our dearly beloved Music teacher, Mrs. Smith, our singing- books, as a token of her good work toward the cultivation of our vocal organs. Seventh, we, as a class, give and bequeath to our several members the following articles :— To Joseph J. Callahan, for his generous good work toward the up- building of The Golden Rod, the bottle of mucilage so faithfully used by him, ever to remind him ot the lessons his editorial work compelled him to miss. To Annie E. Burns, a Geometry containing the hypothesis, Let Caesar be a rectangle. To Gertrude A. Boyd, a few more pounds in weight, she having diminished considerably from so courageously carrying the burden of the class. To Frances Talbot, a work on the Essence of Happiness, hoping it will enlighten her. To Mabel E. Oxford, a treatise on Dancing and Elocution. To Eva G. Reed, a work on Woman’s Rights, hoping she will impress it on her mind. To Isabella Moir, a Manual or Guide to Flirtation. To Adeline Cashman, a pair of telegraph poles as her prop in life. To Carrie B. Baker, the book en- titled, “Love, Courtship and Mar- riage,” hoping she will profit by it. To John W. Estabrooks, all the class Drawing boards, hoping he will make good use of them in his future career, architecture, and 37 cents towards his expenses to the World's Fair. To Eleanor Roche, a book con- taining the “Scripture Laws,” in remembrance of her history class. To Nellie McNeally and Marga- ret Farrell, each a volume entitled “The Projection of Tones.” To Nellie E. Murphy, a text- book on Logic. To Catherine T. O’Brien, a work on Dress Reform. To Cassie Thayer, any number of human arms, to carry on her future work, art. To Helen Nutting, a work on Old Maids, hoping she will not be so unfortunate as to be one. Last, but not least, we do earn- estly give and bequeath to the Ad-