Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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Vol. IV. QUINCY, MA.SS., NOVEMBER, 1895. No. 2. Sk WILL BE PUBLISHED MONTHLY DURING THE SCHOOL YEAR IN THE INTEREST OF THE QUINGY HIQH SCHOOL. Subscription Rates. For the year, 50 cents | Single Copies, 5 cents For sale at E. B. Souther’s, Quincy, and W. D. Rots’s, Wollaston. Address all communications to Rose Coyle, ’96, Louis N. Chapman, ’96, William C. Wales, ’98, BUSINESS EDITORS. Entered at the Quincy. (Mass.,) Post-Office as Second-Class Matter. S ditoricil. General 1 Jacob Warshaw, ’96, Editors, | Beatrice H. Rotiiwell, ’96. O, this balmy, beautiful Indian Summer ! with its merry sunbeams and gentle zephyrs. How our young blood bounds in our veins as we trip away to school light-hearted and free, with Dame Nature, laying aside her usual regal stateliness, dancing attendance as merrily as any fairy elf. One almost fancies oneself far from the cold, cold north, and trans- ported to some mellow southern clime amid sunny vales and fruitful vineyards, with purple-capped peaks in the distance, where every winged songster is an Orpheus, thrilling live things and lifeless, as they fly to Heaven's blue, forgetful for the time being of wicked Jack Frost, the herald of King Winter, who follows in the train of our most lovely season—Indian Summer. R. It is very strange to note how an act done at the wrong time, a word spoken at a critical moment will change the most affectionate friend- ship to the greatest antagonism. And it is greatly to be regretted that such should be the case between our two foremost colleges,—Harvard and Yale. All athletic connection has been severed, and the only remain- ing bond between them is the annual debate, which many people fear will also be dropped, because Yale will not make the first advances, as she thinks it would be equivalent to acknowledging her fault, nor will Harvard, since, as she is convinced that she is in the right, she believes that Yale should admit herself to be in the wrong. Still this separation may be productive of good results. The two institutions will now get along without a great deal of their athletic excitement, and the students will apply them- selves more closely to their educa-- tion. jr. w. The earthly career of Mr. Eu- gene Field, the popular American author, ended Monday, the fourth of this month. Mr. Field, who was born forty-five years ago in St. Louis, Missouri, was of old Puritan stock. His early life was the ordi- nary one of an American boy of the

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THE GOLDEN-ROD. great middle class.” He attended Williams and Knox Colleges and also the University of Missouri, and after finishing his education wrote for many periodicals, holding promi- nent positions on the4editorial staffs of leading western papers. Mr. Field was less widely known as a newspaper man than as a writer of charming, dainty verse and enter- taining stories especially relating to child life. He was often associated in his literary labors with James Whitcomb Riley, and also with Edgar Wilson Nye, familiarly known as Bill ” Nye, author of comic sketches. “ Sharps and Flats ” was written in defense of Mr. Nye, upon whom some aspersion had been cast. Some of Mr. Field’s best known works are “ Culture’s Garland,” Little Book of Western Verse,” Second Book of Verse,” With Trumpet and Drum,” and “ Echoes From a Sabine Farm.” His last poem of any note was “ Dream Ships,” particularly pleasing because of its weirdness and airy grace. R. Latin ’97 — Buskins or buck- skins.—Which ? What remarkably free transla- tions of the old Marquis’s oaths are given in the French class! One young lady excited the risibles of the whole class by exclaiming in a very energetic manner, But, for goodness sakes! madame the baro- ness, what do you want me to do?” Mediisque parant convivia tectis. (They prepare a feast in the midst of the palace.) Translation—They prepare a feast in the midst of the roof. I itefkfy rl)epWtn er t. Edited by Maude Cummings, ’96. Chas. J. Anderson, ’96. BEFORE A WOOD FIRE. The afternoon was damp and cloudy, and I did not wish to go out. So I took my Cicero and my Latin Grammar, and went up to my room, where I knew that I should be quiet. I wished to be especially quiet, as there was going to be a test in Latin the next day. I sat down near the open fire, and began to study very hard. I had been seated but a short time, when I heard a rap at the door. I said, Come in,” in a rather weary voice. When the door opened, to my surprise I saw an old Roman citizen walk in. I was amazed, to say the least. I asked him who he was. He answered in a very deep tone, “ I am Marcus Tullius Cicero.” What are you doing here, at this time ?” I asked him. Oh,” he said, I just came to make a call on you.” He then asked me what book I was reading, I told him Cicero’s orations.” I asked him if he re- membered delivering these orations. Ah,” he said, indeed, I remem- ber it well.” Can you repeat any of them now ?” I said. He an- swered that he thought he could. Then suddenly I heard a queer noise, and a troop of Roman senators came in at the open door. My room, where we had been sitting before, suddenly underwent a change, and I was in the senate-chamber in the Forum. Catiline was there and all the rest. Cicero began, Quo usque tandem, abutere Catilina, patientia nostra ? Quam etiam furor iste eludet ? Quam adfinem sese effrediuf