Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN-ROD. I itei‘kTy f)e-pai‘tuqer]t. FriitAri hv j Barbara E. Vogler, ’95. Edited by | jAC0B Warshaw, ’96. Oliver Wendell Holmes dead! The last link connecting the present with those intellectual giants who have given America a literature, severed ! Longfellow, Whittier, Bry- ant, Lowell and even Poe were his contemporaries, and while each was a bright and particular star in the literary firmament, Holmes had a brightness peculiarly his own, whose lustre was not shadowed or dimmed even by these. While the whole world mourns his passing away, Massachusetts, who loved and honored him as a son, must feel his loss most keenly. It was here he lived, loved and labored for more than four score years. His genial nature, his quick wit that even advanced age had not weakened or lessened appeared in all his writ- ings. It was spontaneous and always kindly, and Massachusetts was proud of him. After all that has been said and written in the last few days by writers throughout the world, there is little left to say. He leaves a monument more enduring than granite or bronze. It is built in the hearts of the people, and future generations will laugh over the “ One Horse Shay,” or heave a sigh over his more pathetic poems. We know him through his works, but when we realize that his days were lengthened as few are, that his bright mind was unclouded to the last, that fair and ripe he was gathered home, leaving a memory untinged by intellectual severity or weakness, we can only hope that we may be as blessed. His felicity of expression, his clear rendering of every day thoughts, will make his writings text books for future generations, and appre- ciation will increase as time wears on. It can trulv be said of him : “ No- V body is worse for his writings,” and the thousands that have laughed at his mirth or sighed at his pathos have been better men or women for it. In touching allusion to his many years he writes : “Youth longs and manhood strives, but age remembers. Sits by the raked up ashes of the past; Spreads its thin hands above the whitening embers That warm his creeping life-blood to the last.” And the heart of Oliver Wendell Holmes was warm to the last. We wish to extend our heartiest thanks to all the citizens of Quincy for the kindness they have shown us in granting our request for a new building. The best way we can show our appreciation of the ad- vantages given us will be “in deeds, not words.” How many will be given more thorough educations, how many will have higher aspirations awakened by these opportunities, to drink still deeper at the Fountain of Learning, afforded by such thought- fulness and kindly care ? As Emer- son says : “ He is the continuous benefactor,—he who digs a well, con- stucts a stone foundation, plants a grove of trees by the wayside, plants an orchard, builds a durable house, reclaims a swamp, or so much as puts a stone seat by the wayside, makes a fortune which he cannot carry away with him, but which is useful to his country long after- wards,” so will those who aided in this work be “ continuous benefac- tors.” P.

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THE GOLDEN-ROD. Translations. The passages selected for trans- lation are as follows : Caesar,—1897. Gallic War. Book IV., Chapters 25 and 26. Virgil,—1896. iEneid, Book VI., lines 305-336. Cicero, —1895. “Pompey’s Mili- tary Command,” Chapter 1. French. Charles XII., Book II., Chapter First, as far as “ II partit pour sa premiere campayne.” General Statements. 1. All translations and all essays must be handed in on or before Feb- ruary 28, 1895. 2. Translations and essays must be signed with an assumed name. 3. Together with each trans- lation and each essay there must be handed in a sealed envelope contain- ing,—(1)—Both the assumed name and the real name of the pupil. (2) —A statement to this effect: The essay or the translation offered by ----(pupil’s name) is my own un- aided work. 4. Use examination paper. Write on only one side of the paper. Neat- ness, spelling and penmanship should be kept constantly in mind. Clear, vigorous and idiomatic English is always acceptable to the judges. Out THE SONG OF THE WIND. Once upon a time there lived a good man and an evil man. The evil-doer was handsome in features, but black was his soul; while the good man was the reverse in ap- pearance and character. The un- worthy one was wealthy, and, as the years passed by, became the richest man in all the land. But the righteous suffered. He was poor, toiled hard, and was barely able to support his family. His children were boys—bright, healthy and not ashamed of their poverty. Their father’s hope lay wholly in them, “ For,” he said, “what else have I to live for but the glory of my children ? ” And they grew to man- hood, and were respected by all. But this did not suit the evil man, who, although rich, was respected by no one. So he formed a plan by which he could disgrace the righteous man’s sons. He took the eldest into his employ, and on the third day accused him of theft. A sum of money was found upon his person, and he was sent to prison,—dis- graced, dishonored and an arrow in his father’s heart. The rich man rejoiced, but as no crime can be hid- den from the Creator, the poor man prayed to the Almighty to send retribution upon his enemy, and he was heard ! And a vision came to the chief of that region, who was kindly disposed to the poor man, telling him to call the people, rich and poor, to assemble in the valley. They came together, and each person was commanded to touch a bag of wind. And nothing happened until the evil man put forth his hand; then the winds rushed out and dashed against his face, and deformed it into the most hideous countenance in all the world. Thus did the wicked receive merited punishment. His lands were confiscated and part given to the man he had wronged, and he was exiled to become a wanderer on the face of the earth. And the song of the wind, as it whirled along was, “ How are the mighty fallen ! ”—J. Wars haw, ’96

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THE GOLDEN-ROD. Sttjletid J fote£. Editor, Louis N. Chapman. The base ball season now being over, the Quincy High School has formed a foot ball team which will try to do honor to the school. The team is composed of most of last year’s players, with one or two ex- ceptions. Mr. Walsh, ’97, is centre rush. He thoroughly understands the position and it takes a good man to get the better of him. With McConnell right guard and Ford, ’97, left guard, he is ably supported. For tackles we have Wilder, ’96, right tackle, and Martell, ’98, left tackle. Marnock, ’96, is playing right end, with Coe, ’96, left end. Fairbanks, ’96, is playing quarter back. He now plays his position in fine shape. The star half back of the team is Pirovano, ’96, who is also captain of the team. He has no equal on any of the school teams in this vicinity as a tackier. He is also a good rusher. Mr. Chapman, ’96, holds the position of right half back, with Mr. King as full back. King is also a fine tackier. The players wish to express their thanks to Mr. H. O. Parker, a former High School pupil, for the help he has been able to give them. The following are some of the scores of the team : Q. H. S., 6; Weymouth North High School, 6. Q. H. S., 4; Weymouth North High School, 0. Q. H. S., 4; Thayer Academy, 0. Q. II. S., 0; Independents, 0. Why doesn't the Q. II. S. have a field day ? [Of course, modesty forbids Mr. Chapman to make any mention of his own brilliant playing. Rumor says that he is one of the very best players on the eleven. If the Q. H. S. eleven should defeat the Adams Academy eleven, perhaps something good might be expected by our “ team.” “ Field day ” will come in good time—perhaps in the spring.]—Contributor. f(Odkl$. Alice F. Sampson, ’95, Ellem M. Gkeany, ’95, Mary B. Keating, ’90, Edited by ■{ Rose Coyle, 96, On as. J. Anderson, ’96, Helen Bemis, ’97, Fannie E.Beckwith, ’98. Three cheers for Quincy High School Alumni! “ Sketches rain or shine ! ” is the cry of the drawing teacher. Beware of the little red books in the possession of each teacher! What a pity Mr. Darwin was not present at our debate last Wednes- day! Consult ’96 if you wish to gain information concerning the Darwin- ian theory. Latin teacher asks for the word for “ tomorrow.” Bright Pupil—Wednesday. Qui tend ses joues. Who pre- sents her cheeks. Pupil — Who throws out her arms. The pupils greatly enjoyed the address of Mr. Jacobus, former prin- cipal of the Springfield High School, and would be glad to hear him again. The seniors have cast about and finally decided upon C. W. Hearn of Boston as class photographer. May he do justice to the illustrious class of ’95 !