Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN-ROD. mourn her. Her death is regarded by all her acquaintances only as a relief from her scolding. Thus closes the story of one new woman's life. If by chance, the new woman is married, her home, her children, and her husband, are all neglected, be- cause she must give her attention to weightier subjects. The so-called new woman is not entirely a production of the present. In several of Dickens’ books he de- scribes females corresponding to her. In his u Bleak House,” he tells of a certain Mrs. Jelly by, who was a woman of this kind. Her mind was entirely given up to Charity. Forgetful of the old maxim, instead of beginning at home, she started in Africa. Al- though she may have intended to extend her charity and finally reach her home, to our knowledge, she never did. Although she had several children, household duties were as nothing to her, when com- pared with this great scheme of hers. In this respect as in many others, she resembled the new woman. Now, it seems that the disagree- able qualities in the new woman must have reached their height. Let us hope, at least, that, in the near future, they may begin to disap- pear, and that the charms and graces that once belonged to women may reappear again.—Mary Fitts, 96. Copies of The Goldex-Rod have been sent to some of our prominent citizens, not on our subscription list, with the hope that the only school paper in Quincy will commend itself to the support of all who may have our educational interests at heart. THE FAMELESS. Of poets great and ancient In glowing words we tell, But what of the nameless thousand VTho sang almost as well ? Whose songs some wind capricious Of Fate to Lethe swept, Forgetting and forgotten Those bards since then have slept. Oh, could so much of music Pulse feebly into naught ? Where are those glorious lessons That we should all be taught ? Those songs cannot be wasted; Such beauty cannot die; When poets rise to greatness, Then comes an echo high,— An echo from olden poets Whose power still works its spell In the great heart of the ages, For that they wrought so well. Frederic Allisox Tupper. 27 October, 1895. DEATH OF COL. DUNCAN. At the business meeting of the Quincy High School Alumni, 15 November, 1895, Colonel Charles H. Porter called attention to the recent death of the scholarly Colonel S. A. Duncan, Principal of the High School 1858 to 1860. That Colonel Duncan was a man of very unusal ability is manifest from the fact that he excelled not only as a teacher and a scholar, but as a soldier and a lawyer. It is hoped that Colonel Porter will prepare a sketch of Colonel Duncan’s life for an early number of The Goldex-Rod. The class of ’97 have very good debates, but they would please the audience more if they would speak a little louder, and be independent of notes.

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THE GOLDEN-ROD. better be imagined than told, when, instead of seeing a familiar face, I beheld a peculiar specimen of humanity. What I saw looked like a great bundle of clothes, or rags, more properly, surmounted by a felt , hat, originally gray, but now ja nonde- script dirt color. Out from under this peered a dark face surrounded by a mass of coal-black hair. I was so surprised and frightened, that my first impulse was to lock the door and run. But the “Si- wash ” took a step forward, as if he would come into the house, at the same time uttering a word as near as I could make out was “ Ky-ams ?” (clams). “ No, sir; no,” I said, “ we don’t like them.” Evidently he did not understand me, for again he ejacu- lated, “ Ky-ams ?” “No !” I said again at the same time shaking my head to enforce my refusal. Then he said,—“Ask yer mar-mar ?” What was I to do ? Plainly, he would stay there the rest of the afternoon, if I did not adopt some means to get rid of him. So I called back into the house, “ Do you want any clams today ?” Then pretending I heard an answer in the negative, I said to the “Siwash.” “No, she doesn’t want any.” With that he had to be satisfied, and after saying “Goo-by,” wad- dled contentedly away, while I shut the door amid conflicting emotions. F. M., ’96. THE NEW WOMAN What a picture rises before my mind’s eye at the mention of that name ! It is like the figures which sometimes appear in a nightmare. Now, I see her from the heights of her education and so-called refine- ment, like an avenging Fury glower- ing at poor Humanity, Now, like an awful Harpy, she pounces upon some young man and carries him away as her prey. And now, she speeds along the dusty roads, her big sleeves and bloomers flapping in the breeze. Poor creature, exposed to the ridi- cule and laughter of all, jeered and scoffed at by all, discussed and criticised by all! Still, this woman has her good qualities, although people seldom recognize them. I do not advocate the new woman in every detail. I do not uphold her in dressing her- self in that most immodest and con- spicuous fashion, now becoming so familiar in all our cities. I do not approve of her masculine manners, loud voice, bold gait, and sharp temper. Still, I do maintain that it is every woman’s right to have an opinion on any subject whatever, and every woman’s duty to form that opinion for herself, and not allow it to be moulded and fashioned by any father, brother or husband. So far as the new woman does this, I believe she is right. But, when she undertakes exclusively to manage the politics of the country; when she tries to assume masculine costumes and habits, when she casts away all womanly graces, then she mistakes her desires for her duty. If unmarried, the new woman lives and moves only in a circle of kindred spirits; and at length, a solitary spinster, shrewish, and hated by all who do not pity her, she comes to her lonely death. No true friends or loved relatives

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THE GOLDEN-ROD. BLUSH ROSES NEAR A FOREST. On a hillside wild by the fringe of a wood Burst into bloom blush roses bright, As the fiery glow of the sunrise flowers Burns by the gloom of the dusky night. Frederic Allison Tupper. THE NEXT AL UMNI MEETING. The following officers were chosen at the annual meeting of the Alumni Association: President,—Howard YV. Battison, ’85. Vice Presidents,—Miss Marjorie Souther, ’94; Frank F. Prescott, ’77; and Percy A. Hall ’87. Secretary,—Miss Mabel Oxford, ’93. Treasurer,—Eaton Pierce, ’90. Directors with above,—Joseph M. Shea- han, M. D , ’66 ; Miss Mabel E. Adams, ’82 ; Miss Clara E. Thompson, ’86 ; and A. L. Litchfield, ’72. Let every member of the Alumni of the Quincy High make a point of attending the reunion. The cost this year will not be large. Danc- ing, refreshments, and speeches, together with general sociability will make an attractive programme. Every class should feel that is a duty as well as a pleasure to be fully represented on an occasion inspired by love for alma mater. Virgil 97—“ 0 quam te memorem Virgo ? [Oh, what shall I call thee, maiden ? ] Translated, “ Oh where is your memory, maiden ? Success to the Alumni meeting this year and always ! An old member of the London Stock Exchange says:—“The only time a man of experience takes his wife into his confidence is to tell her he is not making any money.” Edited by Mary E. Garrity, ’96, Beatrice M. Briggs, ’96, Mary M. Joss, ’97, . Helen E. Bemis, ’97, Mary M. McGuane, ’97, Gertrude L. Babcock, ’98 Matthew E. Fay, ’98, Nathaniel A. Thayer, ’98 Literature 96 is beginning to study physiognomy. English ’96—Where has her auntie gone ? (Antigone, savez- vous ? In Geology 96 one of the pupils informed us that Pliny suffocated in the air. With the exception of one pupil Geology 96 seems particularly in- terested in reptiles. It is becoming rather wearisome to hear continually: “We can’t hear, speak a little louder, please. The advanced Latin class has completed the study of VirgiPs “ Eclogues,” and has begun the seventh Book of the JEneid. Be sure to make the High school record excellent in deportment, scholarship, attendance, and punctu- ality. Every pupil can help. In Geology 96, one of the pupils gave us the startling information that the Gulf stream goes to the Arctic Ocean and remains there. Latin 98—Flumen Axona quod esse post nostra castra demonstra- tum est. Pupil—The river Axona, which has been stated before was after our camp. Teacher—Did it catch it ?