Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN-ROD. stepping stone to the highest attain- able position in our country. History contains many more in- teresting events connected with this month, which I will leave for the students to glean for themselves. c. Hallowe’en with its tricksy sprites and mystic festivities is a thing of the past and November is here again. The month was so named because it w as the ninth in the Roman year and was the most im- portant month in the religious rites of the age. It is interesting to note that the Saxons gave it the name of Blotmonath (blood month) be- cause the cattle for the winter sup- plies and for sacrifice to the gods, were then slain. November claims a great number of famous historical events such as the taking of Montreal in 1775, the opening of the Suez Canal in 1869. the rounding of the Cape of Good Hope in 1497, etc. According to Bryant the “ melan- choly days have come. ” This is, doubtless what the turkey is think- ing just about this time. Not so, however, with those who sit down towards the last of the month to a banquet of melearjris (jallo-imvo, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie and all the other “ fixin’s.” o. Again Boston has welcomed to her harbor some of the war-ships of the navy. The wharves were daily crowded with people that came from all parts of the state to look upon the squadron as it lay at an- chor in the harbor. The officers were royally entertained by Massa- chusetts people, and must have re- gretted leaving. At night the illumination formed a very pretty sight, while the search- lights seemed to be sending their penetrating rays to every nook and corner of the Old Bay State. We hope to welcome the squadron again, some time in the future. o. FAMILY HISTORY. RUFUS C. LANDON. “ Can ” and “ Will” are cousins dear, Who never trust to luck; “ Can ” is the child of u Energy,” And “ Will ” the child of “ Pluck.” “Can't” and “ Won't” are cousins, too, They are always out of work; For “ Can’t” is the son of “ Never Try,” And “ Won’t ” is son of “ Shirk.” In choosing your companions, dear, Select both “ Will ” and “ Can;” But turn aside from “ Can’t ” and “Won't” If you would be a man. Marigolds by cottage doors Flaunt their golden pride, Crimson-punctured bramble leaves Dapple far and wide The green mountain side. —Mathilde Blind. “ Are you in earnest ? seize this very very minute. What you can do, or think you can, begin it.” —Faust. From out the alembic of the sod, What rare distillery, O Golden Rod, Thy petals liued ? Or what power of the wind-bleached sands Has tipped with suns thy yellow, bristling wands, With light imbued ? —Louise S. Baker.

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Vol. VII. QUINCY, MASS., NOVEMBER, 1897. No. 2. Whole Number, 62. Established 1891. She €otdcu-$0tl o 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. Ross’s, Wollaston. Address all communications to Clair L. Baker, ’98. Harriet J. Bates, ’98. William Field ’98. Edward D. Marnock, ’98. Henry F. McLean ’98. Carl It. Hayward, 1900. BUSINESS EDITORS. Entered at the Quincy (.Mass.) Post-Office as Second-Class Matter. Editorial. General ( Anne B. Chamberlin, ’98. Editors. J Florence M. Osborne, ’98. We, as a school, extend our heart- felt sympathy to the family and pupils of Mr. William Royall Tyler, the late Head Master of Adams Academy, a man much loved by all who knew him well, and greatly es- teemed by those who came in con- tact with him. The Academy loses a true friend and ardent supporter in him. But, let us try to feel that our loss is his gain and that we hear the voice of the Master saying: “ Well done thou good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things ; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.” c. This month recalls to mind the anniversaries of many important events which, let us hope, are of great interest to the pupils of this school. On the thirtieth of November in 1782 the Preliminaries of Peace were signed between the United States and Great Britain at Paris, How much has happened since then ! The States have grown steadily and have advanced to such a degree in inven- tion, arts aud the sciences, that the whole world has felt the effect. On the sixth of November, seventy-eight years later, Abraham Lincoln was elected President of the United States. A man of grand character, and one on whose shoulders rested the nation’s cares and responsibili- ties, in whose sad end was recog- nized the country’s loss. Four }rears later Sherman began his renowned march from Atlanta to the sea. How well all school children remember that in connection with the song. And in 1891 on the third day of this same month William McKinley, the present President of the United States, was elected governor of Ohio, an office which proved to be the

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THE GOLDEN-ROD. I itei‘ai‘y Departirieqt. f Grace L. Durgin, ’98. | Fannie E. Beckwith, ’98. Edited | Jennie M. Laing, ’98. by I Grace E. Perry, ’98. I Annie E. Whittemore ’99. [ Kenneth B. Lewis, 1900. HOW I CAUGHT A BURGLAR. PRIZE ESSAY. I am a girl sixteen years old, and I live near the city of B--. My name is Eunice Edwards. I have no sis- ters, and but one brother, whose name is Jack. lie is eighteen. My father’s business is of such a kind that it frequently requires his absence from home, so, Jack and Mamma and I, do not mind being alone. Last summer, when Papa ex- pressed his intention of taking Jack down to Maine with him, Mamma and I felt rather uneasy, but made up our minds that we had rather stay at home than go to Aunt Bes- sie’s, and make a visit, as Papa wished us to do. Papa and Jack left home late one afternoon, intending to go first to Papa’s office, where he wished to ar- range a few things before his de- parture, and then to leave on the steamer at seven-thirty. After Mamma and I had taken our tea, we sat on the piazza until the mosquitoes drove us inside. It was bright moonlight, and after bidding Mamma good night, I went up stairs and sat down near my window for awhile, not feeling as if I wanted to go to bed. The mosquitoes were humming and buzzing outside, doubtless be- moaning the fact that I was out of their reach behind a screen. I thought of Papa and Jack, sitting on the deck of the steamer, feeling the cool fresh wind in their faces, watching the great white foam- ing path which the steamer left be- hind, and hearing the steady “chunk- chunk—chunk ” as it sped along. No mosquitoes to bother them ! Suddenly my thoughts were inter- rupted by the sight of a man, com- ing around the corner of the house. There are a number of large trees in our yard, so the greater part of it is in shadow. He walked along until he came to the front door, which he tried to open; not successful there he kept on until he came to Papa’s room, where he tried the window. I gave up all hope of his not get- ting in when I saw him go there, for I knew that the lock on that window was broken, and it would push open without any difficulty. Sure enough, the man pushed it up and pulled himself inside. I sat perfectly still for a few minutes, not knowing what to do. Then I thought of Mamma, how frightened she would be, if that man came into her room; and I made up my mind that I wouI'd slip on a pair of slippers, and go very quietly down the stairs and into her room, wake her up, and tell her our posi- tion. i The burglar had gone into Papa’s room, and I supposed he would go from there into the dining-room. Mamma’s room was the first one on the right, as you came down