Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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

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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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THE GOLDEN-ROD. stairs, while Papa’s was farther clown in the hall. As I came clown the stairs I saw in the little linen closet at the end of the hall, that man, bending over a pile of sheets, with his back to the door. I saw this by the gas jet burning dimly. Without thinking whether the man might turn around and see me coming, or what might happen, the thought came to me that I might catch this burglar, so moving for- ward cpiickly I slammed the door and turned the key. The bird was caged. I had no sooner gotten the door closed when a series of screams broke forth, and to my amazement I recognized my brother’s voice. I opened the door as quickly as possible, and found my brother had turned around. lie had a much ruffled expression upon his counte- nance, and was very indignant at being shut up. As he said after- ward, he didn’t fancy sleeping in that place at the risk of being smothered. Mamma, hearing Jack’s yell, came into the hall and found us two stand- ing there, I with my hand on the knob, and Jack standing just inside the door. She looked from one to the other for an explanation, and finally turn- ing to Jack, asked him why he was not with Papa. He explained that while they were at the office Papa received a telegram saying that Grandpa was sick, and Grandma wanted him to come home at once. Papa thought that Jack had better come back home, and let him go alone. Jack saw Papa off on the train, and then met a friend of his, with whom he talked until he missed his train, and he had to wait for a late one. Finding the house all dark, he thought we must be in bed. Not wishing to wake us up he said he tried to get in without any noise. He tried the front door almost un- consciously, then remembered the window in Papa’s room. After going to his room he found his bed minus bedding, and had gone to the linen closet for sheets etc., when I put an end to his hunt. Then my turn came, and I ex- plained my taking him for a burg- lar and shutting him up. I never could understand why I did not recognize him, but I suppose that fright and imagination did the mischief. That is the way I caught a burg- lar. Nan E. Woy, 1900. In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze. Amen ! —Emily Dickinson. Because the rose must fade, Shall I not love the rose ? Because the summer shade Passes when winter blows, Shall I not rest me there In the cool air ? —R. W. Gilder. Friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and with- stand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation. —Washington.