Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 16 of the 1902 volume:

The GOliDLN-R00. QUINCY, MASS., APRIL, 1902. Ox Golden-Rod. PUBLISHED IN THE INTEREST OF THE QUINCY HIGH SCHOOL SINGLE COPIES, TEN CENTS. For Sale at W. C. Hartwell’s, Quincy, and Shunk’s News Agency, Wollaston. EDITORS AND BUSINESS MANAGERS: Robert S. Pinkham, 1901. R. Garfield Wright, 1901. TREASURER: Mr. A. F. Campbell. Entered at the Quincy (Mass.) Post Office as Second Class Mail Matter. EDITORIALS. THE WoCIAL SIDE OF SCIIOOL LIFE. The entertaining gatherings which form the pleasures of a school course might at first thought appear unnecessary and a waste of time. Such is not the case. In the early lives of many pupils the receptions and socials held at the school are the only chances that arc offered them for mingling with their friends in a social way where the restrictions and rules of the class are for a time laid aside. Then they can associate freely and talk with one another and with their teachers on terms of equality. It is there and there alone perhaps that they have the chance of acquiring that polish, that ability to appear and speak easily in company which marks a true lady, the true gentleman. In this way teachers see their pupils in an entirely new light. They become better acquainted with them and discover new traits of character in them which have never before appeared under the influence of the class-room. In the same way pupils see their teachers I ue'xrhother point of view. They do not appear to them as censors and beings of dictatorial power, but as friends, pleasant to be with, pleasant to talk with. Thus from the social life of the school there arises an intimacy .nd friendship between teachers and pupils which cannot easily •e attained in any other way. r. s. p. ’01 SCIIOOL a HOUNDS. “ Beauty was lent to nature as the type Of heaven’s unspeakable and holy joy, Where all perfection makes the sum of bliss.” A person passing through a country judges a place by its outward appearaucc which may be beautiful or unsightly accord- ing to the amount of care taken to make the whole appear to its best advantage. In order to make an object look well each part must be made as perfect as possible and in harmony with the others. If our school is to appear what we all aim to have it become, the best High school in the state, we must make its exterior effect that of an artistic and well planned unit. To accomplish this, two things are necessary ; the city must realize our purpose and further it by appropriating enough money to grade that portion of our schoool yard which has never been graded and must lay out convenient paths and driveways. When this is done we will all unite in a sincere endeavor to keep the paths for passage ways only and to assist our janitor, if need be, in keeping the grass clean from papers and the edges untrodden. “ We are born to do benefits,—O, what a precious comfort ’tis to have so many like brothers, commanding one another’s fortunes.” k. o. w. '01. J THE AIM OF OUR SCHOOL. What does the High school do for the individual ? This is a question that can receive a full answer only at that day, when life’s task completed, we present our work to the Master for His examination and reward. However, if we change this question to what does the High school attempt to do for the individual, the answer becomes as easy as it was before difficult. First, by careful investigation, it strives to find out what is the physical, moral and intellectual capacity of each pupil who enters ; second, it offers an elective course of study so that each, from personal interest, under the careful guidance of the parent and the thoughtful direction of the teacher, may choose an amount and kind of work consistent with his powers; third, it classifies and regrades the pupils from time to time as their progress or lack of progress demands; fourth, it assigns each pupil to a division suited to his ability and of which he can do the work by faith- ful, conscientious school and home study; fifth, it provides a large study hall, in charge of excellent teachers, in which every- thing is conducive to hard, self-reliant application and study ; sixth, it surrounds the pupils with reference books, maps and apparatus which will develop breadth of view and sound judg- ment ; seventh, it makes a vigorous effort to ascertain the wish of each home and to oo-operate with the parents in developing high moral characters; eighth, it studies the needs of the city and strives to fit each boy or girl to assume the duties of citizen- ship and to carry on the progressive work of the city, until Quincy shall become second to none,—the leader among cities. THE GOLDEN-ROD. AN HISTORICAL ESSAY. AN INDIANS PROPHECY. Several hundred years ago there was an Indian village on the site of the present city of Quincy. There is an interesting fact connected with the history of the people of this village which I will tell you. In the fourth moon of the Indian year, there arrived in the village of the Operchees a runner from a friendly tribe, who said that there had come to the lands of the South, where the northern Indians had never been, a great white winged canoe bearing pale-faced braves. The Operchees were invited to go in company with other tribes to see this wonder for themselves. A council of braves and old men was assembled to discuss the ways and means of provisions for the march. A noted warrior had spoken and the chief of the tribe had just arisen to give his opinion, when suddenly the sky became darkened aud looking up the Indians saw a great flock of crows directly above their heads. The crows began to drop towards the earth, and finally alighted on the trees about the Operchee Council Grove. After a short time the rest of the tribe, who were not assembled but who were doing various things about the village, were seen running toward the Coun- cil Grove. They said that they had beheld a large flock of birds, about the size of eagles, but of a species they had never seen before, flying towards the village. This state- ment was soon verified, for the flock had now come in full sight. In great wonderment, Tawop, the chief, ordered the Comanche to be brought thither. Comanche was the oldest member of the tribe and had once slept for seven days. Ever since that time she was able to make known to the Operchees the meaning of any unusual event. As she approached the Council Grove a second flock of birds cainc to exactly the same spot that the first had reached. But instead of alighting on the trees, each bird picked out another one, and pouncing down upon it, killed it. Then the whole flock flew off in the direction from which they came. The Indians picked up the bodies of five hundred and fifty one birds. When Comanche came, Tawop demanded the meaning of this strange event. She spoke thus; “O Tawop, 0 renowned warriors, and squaws of the Operchees, listen to the words of Comanchee. The crows are the rightful owners of the land you live upon. The other birds are the pale-faced braves of whom we have but heard. They are strong, they will kill you as the crows were killed. They will take your land and there will be none of the brave warriors of this tribe left. The time is not many moons away. On this spot the pale-faces will pitch a longla8ting tent of red stones where their children will be taught as I am teaching you. There will, in the nineteen hundred and second moon, be as many taught in this tent as are assembled now, about five hundred and fifty. I know that it will be the nineteen hundred and second moon because there were nine hundred and fifty birds in each flock. Where our village is now will be built a city and many pale- faces of great reputation will have lived in it and will be proud to call it home. On the stream where our young men build canoes will be established a place where this new tribe will make large whitewinged canoes like the one of which you have just heard. On this spot where the sacred trophies of battle are now kept, a stone tent, in which records of the deeds of the Operchees and their kind will be kept, is to be built. You do not believe what I tell you ; you do not like these things; but the sayings of Comanche are true, too true ! ” It was indeed true that the Operchees were offended at what Comanche said. They did not like to be told that a few pale faces would exterminate their race and inhabit their villages. Some of the more daring young men began to mutter threats against their aged medicine-woman, but they stopped when she continued;” I shall not live to see this tribe, for the Great Spirit will call me to him before it comes ! Many of you will see them and then you may, perhaps, remember that the same Great Spirit spoke truly to you through Comanche.” Thus speaking she went to her tent. The braves of, the Operchees were departing; but Tawop rose and told the messenger that the Operchees would be contented to wait, to see the palefaces. Then each went to his tent and the Council Grove was deserted. Tawop sat silently smoking in his tent He was thinking. Finally he arose and sent for Comanche. When she came he said she must die for she was guilty of saying that she knew the Great Spirit, aud guilty also of profaning the memory of the ancestors of the Operchees by predicting that the race would be exterminated, but because she was so old and a medicine woman he would permit her to chose her own death. Comanche, not at all disturbed, answered that she would sj eak with Tawop again on the next day. But next morning Comanche was not to be found. None knew what became of her. Her body was never found nor did the Operchees ever hear of her living with any other tribe. Some thought she had drowned herself in the stream; but more, that the Great Spirit came for her and took her away. For some time the tribe lived on as it had always done, but after a while news was brought that some palefaces had come to the land of the Chaternets, or what is now Plymouth. After a few years the new comers began to use a little of the land of the Operchees and year by year they took more and more. The tribe did not submit passively; but often made raids upon the white settlers. In each of these raids a few Indians were killed, until there was so small a number left that the Operchees joined themselves to the Kemamwups. Some were still living who remembered what Comanche had said, but none lived to see the city of Quincy built on their land. The white interlopers took the land of Operchees and forced then� to fight aud thus slowly killed off the Operchees. Thus, the first of Comanche’s prophecy was fulfilled. The Quincy High School is built of red brick on the site of the Council Grove, although, unfortunately, there is now no grove left. This year, 1902, there are 550 pupils in the High i School. Many people, including two presidenft reat repu- tation have been proud to call Quincy “ home.” The Fore River, Works are built where the young Operchees made their canoes.' And the public library has been built where the records of Indians and “ mauy other things ” are kept. Although Comanche forgot to predict that it would be named after the THE GOLDEN-ROD. symbol of the tribe, a crane, do we not speak of it as the Crane Public Library. As the second flock of birds resembled the eagles, “ Kings among Birds,” may we not go farther than Comanche and declare the year 1902 to be a red letter one in the history of the High School? A better financial year for the Athletic Association than ever before, the best basket-ball, foot-ball and base-ball teams of all the schools about here, and altogether the finest year the Quincy High School has ever seen? Mildked F. Rice. V; ALUMNI COLUMN. A MESSAGE FROM '82. Quincy, April 5, 1902. The managers of the Golden-Rod want some messages from the graduates, and they have asked that this particular message be humorous. The combination of words is unfortunate; the graduate of twenty years’ standing is little likely to have a humorous message to send. The writer read over the other day the valedictory address which she gave on the night of her graduation in June, 1S82, and was amazed to find how very much more she knew about everything then than she does now. It is curious how much it is possible to forget! Even the meagre course of study of those days had seemed to prepare her to grapple intelligently and effectively with most of the great problems of life, and but few doubts of the general correctness of her theories seemed to have assailed her. Twenty years have shown that there was not very much the matter with the theories, they were all good ones, only—the world lias never been quite willing to allow them to be carried out. Doubtless the members of the Class of 1902 are just as well fitted to reform the world as were those of 1882, and this is the message your older fellow-student sends you, “ Come and help us, the world is better for every effort, no matter if the effort ends in apparent failure. The world needs reforming, it always will need it, and only when every right-minded person throws in his strength for the work will anything ever be accomplished. But—don’t take your own individual lack of success too hard, and try to see the funny side of things ; there is comedy as well as tragedy in every little wayside drama, and the ability to appreciate the one does not in the least involve a lack of sym- pathy for the other. Mabel Ellery Adams, Q. II. S., ’82. o NOTES. Mr. George Randall Lewis, '98, and Mr. Elijah Swift, ’99, both valedictorians of their High School classes, were elected as members of : V Phi Beta Kappa society of Harvard University, as a res .It of their scholarship for their work at that institution. Mr. Clair Baker, ’98, while at Tufts has bee:� managing the College papers, The Tufts Weekly, and the Tuftsonian. Mr. Oarl A. Lewis, president of “aughty-one” and our last year’s pitcher, is pitchiug for one of the “LeiterCups” scrub nines at Harvard this spring. Miss Fannie Saunders, 01, is president of her class at Bos- ton University. Mr. George Randall Lewis, ’98, ranks second among the “ Fifty strong men ” at Harvard. Eight of the alumni are employed at the Fore River Engine and Shipping Works. j HOW WE GOT OUR BREAKFAST. As the sun set, in splashes of gore, over the roof of the ice house I was sitting on the edge of the piazza with my back against a post removing sand-burrs from my golf-stockings; or rather transposing sand-burrs. I picked them oft the stock- ings with one hand, and then picked off that hand with the other, and at last wiped them off on the golf-stockings and began over again. Out on the lawn the dog was trying to arouse enthusiasm over a three weeks chicken-bone. Mort was some- where in the house, I heard the tinkle of the banjo as he tried to rake out some new and imposing chords for the “ King of the Cannibal Islands.” ‘Clergyman pudding with baby sauce, Little boy pie as a second course. He swallowed them all without any remorse, The King of the Cannibal Islands.' This and other verses floated out, punctuated by adjectives where the chord fell short of his requirements. The dog had left off stalking the chicken bone and was interested in a locust on the driveway. Gradually as the sunset flickered away the bugs began to pipe up and gather in choruses, six or seven shrill “ weep-weep-weeps ” with a dozen steady trillers and a tree toad. Mort had discarded the banjo and played softly on the old guitar. Down toward the river a thin white mist hung over the grass, and curled along towards the road. Then the moon came up quietly and sat, all red and big as a bandbox, on top of a haycock across the road, and I sat and gazed into its face till I was dizzy. A flock of something floated slowly, very slowly across the big moon. They might have been geese far away, or mosquitoes nearer. Later I decided they were mosquitoes. Mort came to the door and stood a long time breathing softly and making no sound, I thought he was admiriug the moon. “Joe,” he murmured at last, “ where’s Ellie? ” “ Over to Cecil’s,” I said, “ why?” Ci Well,” he said dubiously, “if it wasn’t for this moon,” I know where George Van Campen’s musk melons are.” “ Come on,” I said and in a few moments we had crossed the lawn and were waddling down the road in the cool, velvety dust. For half an hour we trotted along silently in the soft moon- light, and I said never a word till we turned into an old wood- road along the lakeside. “ George thought he was doing a smart thing when he ran his coon field back to the lake,” chuckled Mort in answer to my questioning grunt, “ but I spotted ’em yesterday. And the worst of it is, Joe, I guess old Van saw me. He don’t know who THE GOLDEN-ROD. it was though. There’s more than one fellow looking for Van’s melons.” We pulled up side of the fence. “Now see here,” I whispered, “ if we go together we’ll get careless and I don’t want to spend next week picking rock-salt out of me. I’ll hold the stone to see who goes in.” Mort got the stone and slipped through the fence, leaving me lying by the fence by the water’s edge. The moon was silver now, and riding high, and across its face the wind clouds staggered in dizzy haste. It looked as if it was tossing in frothy waves. I looked away across the lake whose dark surface was now spotted with silver patches of scales, where the freshening breeze came down on it. Way across on the other bank the lantern-lighted tent of a camping crowd glowed among the dark trees like an immense firefly. The shouts of the crowd came faintly across the lake. The sound of a distant violin and the quiet lap-lapping of the little waves among the rocks, and the delicious smell of the wet earth lulled me into a half-doze. A shrill, persistent hiss, that stood out distinctly from the common thrilling of the insects, brought me to my feet in a moment. I answered, jumped the ditch and hurried to the fence. Mort stood in the fence corner shaking with voiceless laughter; “ They’re up by the road,” he chuckled “ poor old dopes, George and the hired man—I can see their old pipes glowing. Here take these! ” He shoved five round rough melons through the fence, and swung lightly over. So we had melons for breakfast. K. B. Lewis, 1900. v S HIGH SCHOOL VERSE. “ CHRISTABEL. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. Argument. Christabel, the daughter of Sir Leoline, going out at mid- night to pray for her distant lover, suddenly meets, under an oak, a beautiful lady, who relates how she was carried from her noble father’s home by warriors, and left under the tree. Chris- tabel takes to the castle this maiden, Geraldine by name, who seems to be a sorceress, because of a spell which she works upon Christabel while the latter is sleeping. The next day she tells the Baron that she is the daughter of his former dear friend, Roland de Vaux of Tyermaine; where- upon Sir Leoline orders Bracy, the bard, to go tell him of her safety; and leaves the hall in her company, while Christabel swoons on the floor, both because of a terrible snake-like look which Geraldine has given her, and the repulse from her father when she begs him to send the woman away. Conclusion. Corinxe Louise Hayward, ’02. PART III. “Christabel.” As they pace from the hall, Sir Leoline, Enamored of Lady Geraldine, And willing because of the insult fell, Which she had received from Christabel, Yields to her entreaties to be Allowed to go her father to see. Thereupon Bracy back is called, And bidden to guard sweet Geraldine; To conduct her safe to her father’s hall Across bleak hills and through woods of pine. As they go, the wicked Geraldine Places Christabel and Sir Leoline Each beneath her separate spell, Which she knew how to work so terribly well. In passing through the woods of pine, Where Christabel found sweet Geraldine; The latter endeavored to work a spell Upou Bracy which would sound his knell; But the good man sang hymns so constantly That from all her efforts naught could she see. As they came nigh the gnarled oak A certain hymn from Bracy broke Which the mother had sung on her dying bed, And which was ' gainst evil a safe-guard, ’ twas said. When lo! the mother before them did seem, Clad in a robe of snowy sheen, And wholly devoid of any gem Save a golden diadem. “ Evil spirit, begone ! ” she cried, And at these words old Bracy spied A change in the lady beside him — The jewels vanished from her hair. Her feet they were no longer bare, Unsandled though they had been. A simple angel sprite seemed she, As she now stood beneath the tree, Beautiful, exceedingly. She breathed a sigh of deep relief, And from the top of the oak, the leaf Fluttered compassionately. “ Thou mayest have but few minutes to tell You mortal why these things befell,” Said the mother of Christabel And smiled forgivingly. “Oh, holy man ! ” the angel said, “ All mortal beings when they are dead, Must undergo a torment dread From the spirits that dwell below. And so, their ruler and their king, On me, the daughter of Roland de Vaux, Imposed this great and terrible thing At which you all have marvelled so. But the angels’ good and gracious queen, This lady whom you love so well, Did pul at naught this wicked scheme, Which would harm her lovely Christabel. “ And the dream which you dreamt on yesternight Was one she sent to work a spell, To put the evil spirit to flight, And to rescue from her awful plight The holy, beauteous Christabel. THE GOLDEN-ROD. “ And she did’st hear the castle bell Strike twelve upon this self-same day. So hie thee hence, forthwith to say That this is the looked for wedding day. And the lover will return so gay, To wed the happy Cbristabel. “ And say to the brave Sir Lcoline From me, the sorrowful Geraldine, That never will he on earth again See Roland de Vaux of Tyermaine; Since he, my father had gone to be A spirit in heaven, ahead of me, And he forgave the hasty word Spoken to him by thy lord,— But I can no longer stay with you, So, holy Bracy, Adieu; Adieu!” The angels vanished, and, chilled to the bone, The old mau stood in the wood alone lie stood shaking with chill of dread, While those ghostly words still rang through his head. Then collecting himself and turning 'round, lie hurried away from the fated ground. When nearing the castle there came to him The sound of merrymakc and din lie entered the hall, where in midst of his band, The lover of Christabcl took her hand, Then upon the heads of the kneeling pair, The father placed his bauds so bare, The clock again sounded—tu-whit! tu-whoo! And the father responded, “ My children, bless you! SCHOOL ITEMS. “ If I were a man ’— But she wasn’t. And now he can? Oh! lie musu't. Mr. Alden has been elected to the office of President of the Class of 1902. Mr. Whittemore, Ex-president of 1902, is pursuing his studies at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. We are very sorry to say that Mr. Jones of the class of ’04, our big fulLback and all round athlete, has left school. He is at present employed in the office of his father. Mr. Augustus McDonald, 1903, has been obliged to leave school because of trouble with his eyes. He hopes to return in the fall. Mr. McDonald has the sympathy of the school. The cap and gown are made for the clown, And black is made for the mourner. If the Senior Girl is a mourner or clown, The cap and gown may adorn her. The reception given by the Senior Boys was a great success in every sense of the word. The charades which they presented were well chosen and well acted, showing great originality and talent. Owing to the intrusion of a mouse or some other equally innocent creature, the refreshments were a minus quantity dur- ing the early part of the evening, but thanks to the Graduate boys, who are always ready to mind everybody’s business but their own, more were secured later and no serious trouble resulted. Miss Michaels was granted a leave of absence about the middle of February and took the opportunity to visit her rela- tives in Portland. We were all glad to see her once more at the beginning of this term. The attendance this year has been notably better among the Senior boys, who seem to aspire to outdo the record of the Boys of aughty-one.” The Senior girls have also been im- proving, and the class of 1903 has broken all of its previous records and had perfect attendance for one day ! The social event of last fall was the reception given to the foot-ball team and boys of the two upper classes by the young ladies of 1902 and 1903. An innovation in the form of pro- gressive games was introduced and proved to be a decided suc- cess. Prizes were awarded and the first fell to Mr. Williams’ lot, while the “ booby ” adorns Mr. Baker’s shoes. About twenty of the French students took the opportunity of hearing Mr. Leopold Mabilleau, the celebrated French lecturer, during his visit to Boston at the invitation of the Alliance Francaise. They attended five pf the lectures, chaperoned by Miss Souther, enjoying especially the one on The French Workman.” A petition has been started, addressed to the Executive Committee of the Athletic Association, requesting arrange- ments to be made for a dual athletic meet with Adams Academy this year; if this is not possible it requests that au interclass meet be held. The “ Golden Rod ” heartily endorses the petition. A French tea was given at the residence of Miss Souther last term which the Senior and Post-Graduate French scholars had the pleasure of attending. The afternoon was spent with games, pictures, etc. Tea was poured by Miss Hayward and Miss Smith, 1902. During the visit to Boston of two of the greatest actors of Shakespearean drama, Miss Ellen Terry and Mr. Henry Irving, the Senior English classes took the opportunity of supplement- ing their study by observation, and in a group of about twenty- five, chaperoned by Miss Fish, they attended the Merchant of Venice. Besides the enjoyment of the comedy the audience had the pleasure of being addressed by Mr. Irving who thanked them for their kind appreciation of his efforts to reproduce the plays which Shakespeare wrote. One of the most successful e%-ents of the year both financially and socially was the entertainment given by the members of the Senior Class last March. The two farces into which it was divided were produced in a simple, charming manner which from the first carried the hearts of the audience. The success of the plays showed careful study and great prepar- ation on the part of those connected with them. The honors of the Senior Class has been awarded as follows: Valedictory, Miss Marie C. Bass; Salutatory, Mr. Herbert P. Arnold ; third, Miss Eleanor M. Nelson ; fourth, Mr. Ray Brown; fifth, Miss Mary Patterson; sixth, Miss Helen Cashinan. That the marks of the successful pupils were so near one another shows the diligence with which they have applied themselves to their studies and also proves that “ Application to duty is the road to Success.” THE GOLDEN-ROD. The school lunches served by the girls of the different classes in the basement have been a great success financially. They have been well planned and carried out by the girls, and equally well patronized by the boys. On Friday evening, April 18, a reunion of the class of 1900 was held in the High School hall. About one hundred and fifty persons, including the guests of the evening, were present. Games and dancing formed the chief attractions, after which light refreshments were served. The company broke up about eleven-thirty, having spent a most enjoyable evening. Upon the return of the pupils to the school at the opening of the spring term one whom all the pupils and teachers esteemed as a true friend was missing. Mr. Samuel B. Turner who for years had served the city well and faithfully as a janitor and who had given years of this service to the care of the high school building itself, after only a very short illness had passed away. On all sides have been heard words of regret. The school extends its heartfelt sympathy to Mrs. Turner and her family in their late bereavement. J Ti ll: WHITE LADY. The case was an interesting one. In fact it was the famous case of 18—. The accused stood in the prisoner’s dock with a sinster, stolid expression. I had been an interested spectator throughout the entire proceedings. That the man was guilty, no one could keep from feeling, but no evidence could be brought against him. The story goes that on the 14th of May in the year 18—, while passing through the Mediterranean Sea the captain of the “Leonora” had mysteriously disappeared and it was thought that he had been washed ashore on a small island. That it was the first mate who had com- mitted the crime no one questioned, because it was well known that there was little love lost between captain and mate, besides, according to the ship’s laws, the accused, Frederick Everson, would succeed in command in case of the captain’s illness or death. The crew silently filed to the witness stand, one after another, but nothing of value could be gained from them, so after a time, interest flagged, the witnesses were dismissed, and Everson disappeared. I went on with my busi- ness but often thought with a shudder of Everson’s face. I knew the sailors hated him, every “ man-jack ” of them, and certainly I could not blame them. The face wras hard and repel- lant, but I knew the man’s character was strong save in one thing,—he was superstitious. But then I lost track of every- thing and the world went on as before. ••••••• I sat on the deck looking back at receding England and thinking over my business. I thought it would be wise to in- quire of the captain the ship’s exact reckoning, then I went to my stateroom and prepared to write a letter, and was about to head my paper when all at once it occurred to me that I had been so busy that I didn’t even know the name of the ship. I went on deck and asked one of the sailors, who somehow looked familiar, all about the craft. He explained jibs, sails, spars and ropes till I was fairly dazzled, and then said that she was the “ Leonora ” and that the captain’s name was “ Everson.” Every- thing about me seemed to swim. So at last I was on the scene of a murder which had impressed me as none had doue formerly. The old sailor gradually waxed eloquent and told me that “ the cap’n was good ’nugh but not well liked.” Things were going on smoothly and wre were passing a small coral reef one morning when “Old Davidson,” as my old sailor was called, beckoned to me and said that five years before the former captain’s body had been washed ashore, “ and,” he said, “ we have not been through here since. Everson always goes around the cape.” Then he whispered, “ Look out for the White Lady! ” “ Why ? ” I asked. He looked at me wonderingly for a second and said, “ Maybe you don’t remember the Everson murder case.” “ Indeed I do,” I said. “ Well the White Lady is around these parts, she watches over the dead, and accuses the guilty,” he said in awe-stricken tones, “ and now we will know for sure whether or not the cap’n’s guilty.” I listened to this marvellous story not with amusement, for the old man’s manner was impressive, but with interest, to say the least, for it kept me from thinking of money matters. I looked off in the west. All day the sky had been one vivid glare of blue and the sun had beaten down so that all the pas- sengers but myself had gone to their cabius. The captain came on deck and scanned the horizon. I saw him fix his eye on the spot where the sun hung suspended between heaven and earth like a red ball of fire. Then he shudderingly turned away and said that he thought we would have a terrible typhoon, the day had been so hot, but still I remained looking about me. The water was calm and it rippled against the blistered sides of the “ Leonora ” with a quiet lapping. The sun was disappearing, sinking gradually out of sight. The sky seemed to be one rosy glare and the water had a million lights appearing across its surface. A stiff little breeze wafted across its waters stirring the sails but it seemed instantly to die away leaving them flapping dejectedly as they had been doing all day. Gradually the sky lost its brilliancy. One by one the stars came out and the moon appeared like a sparkling crescent. I looked around me and noticed that I was not alone. The deck had seemed to fill all in a moment. Davidson approached me and whispered “ Watch ! ” He pointed with a trembling finger directly east. I looked in the direction indicated. I noticed a faint mist and with the aid of my companion’s spy-glass, which had fallen to the deck, distinguished the outlines of a vessel, and then with a start read on her stern, “ The Flying Dutchman ! ” So at last I was looking at that ill-fated craft, the sight of which sends dread to every sailor’s heart! But I looked steadily again; the ship had gone. In its place appeared a woman clad all in white, her hair streaming over her shoulders and falling to her feet. In her hand she held a wand; was it Minerva dfiC ded from Olympus as an avenging Justice? I looked wonderingly at the vision. Was I alive or dreaming ? I pinched my arm and then managed to draw my eyes from the apparition and look about me. The sailors were huddled together. Silence reigned THE GOLDEN-ROD. supreme. The vision took a more definite shape, the face became distinct. A fearfully accusing expression was on every feature as the right hand was raised and pointed straight at the cabin door. Every head turned; there stood Frederick Ever- son, his face fairly livid, his hands clenched, and the veins in his forehead standing out like whipcords. A look of awful fear was on his face. I turned shudderingly away for the sight was not pleasant. I looked again due east—the vision had gone. The night was still; no one stirred. And then we heard a splash — we all knew what it meant. Mabkl Dokmax, 1903. CLIPPINGS. HAD SUSPENDED. “ Ah ! ” he said, as the door opened, “but do I address the lady of the house?” “ No, sir,” replied the girl as her face melted a little; “I am the housekeeper.” “ Urn, she is out then? ” “ Yes, sir—gone to the card party.” “ And the gentleman?” “ lie’s gone off to a raffle.” “ Um ! Any daughters?” “ Two of ’em, sir, the oldest, which is Fannie, is across the way learning how to play ping-pong, and the other, which is Susie, has rigged up as an actress and gone down to have a statuesque photograph taken.” “ Um, no sons?” “ Only one, sir, and this is the hour when he takes his boxing lesson. Did you wish to see any one in particular?” “ Well, I am taking orders for the Cottage Family Bible, and I was in hopes of securing a subscriber. Perhaps you—” “O, its no use talking, sir; ” she interrupted, as the door began to close. “ My beau brought me fifteen dime novels last night, and I go to three dances a week, and I am just catching on to ping-pong; and really, sir, you’d better hit the family next door. I think we have suspended business in your line of goods.” o PERHAPS? “ Went to college, Joined the eleven, Played one game And went to heaven.'’ O MENTAL ARITHMETIC. “ How many birds are there in seven soft boiled eggs? If you have five cucumbers and eat three, what will you have left? Two. No you are wrong, you will have more than that, you will have c'flic enough to double you up in a knot for six hours. You may go to the foot of your class. If a horse weighing 1,900 pounds can haul four tons of pig-iron ; how many seasons will a front gate painted blue carry a young woman on one side and a young man on the other?” (The Tribune Primer.) FASHIONABLE CALL. Could a fashionable call be better described than in the following lines upon the subject, taken from an exchange. “I heard it!” “ Who told you? ” “ Her friend?” “ You don't say?” “ Tis dreadful! ” “ Yes, awful ” “ Don't tell it, I pray!” “ Lord help us! ” Poor creature” “So artful!” “So sly!” “ No beauty! ” “ Quite thirty • Between you and I,” “ I'm going.” “ Don't,—stay, love!,” “ I can’t” “ I’m forlorn! “ Farewell, dear!” “Good bye, sweet! ” “ I'm so glad she's gone ! ” Sunday School teacher questioning her class: “ What kind of little boys go to heaven, children?” Bright little bur-year-old boy :—“ Dead ones.” “ How dear to iny heart Is the cash for subscription, When the generous subscriber Presents it to view. But the boy who won't pay We refrain from description For perhaps, gentle reader, That boy may be you.” «. Phillips Brooks was walking along the street one day, when he saw a small boy standing on tiptoe and trying his best to reach the door bell of a house. Seeing his efforts were likely to prove in vain; the Bishop rang the bell for the lad. “ Now run,’ ’ were his thanks. j “ ‘ When Reuben comes to town ’ ” in June, I'll hear the Seniors sing their tunc; And if their presence I may shun, ’Twill be because I'm not a nun.” A Ninety-Niner. “ Last summer my garden was sterile, IIow shall I make it bare?” Verdant Freshman—“The plague took off all the flesh from the bones, and then the people died : ” o Heard in Math. III. Teacher :—“ What is a parallelopiped? Smart Youth : “ A parallelolopid is a right parallelopiped.” White : —“ Ned, your face is all scarred up.” Pratt: —“Yes, I find that foot-ball was a skin game.” THE GOLDEN-ROD. ATHLETICS. BASE BALL SCHEDULE. April 25, Dedham High at Quincy. May 2, Everett High at Everett. May 9, Milton High at Quincy. May 13, Volkmann at Quincy. May 17, Milton High at Milton. May 19, Adams Academy at Quincy. May 22, West Roxbury High at Quincy. May 27, Everett High at Quincy. May 29, Dedham High at Dedham. June 6, Roxbury High at Quincy. O PROSPECTS OF TIIE BASE-BALL TEAM. The recurrence of the spring season brings with it an oft- repeated question of High school youth. What about the Base- Ball Team ? Such an early spring query can only be answered by the statement of a few simple facts which vaguely tell us what we may reasonably expect from the group of men who are daily practising on the Merry Mount Park field. At a meeting of the Executive committee held some weeks ago, Marden Hayward, 1902, a promising and popular player of last year's team, was chosen captain. The team itself will be an untried one. Only four players of last year's nine, Hayward, Miller, Brown and Fallon, have as yet responded to the call for practice. The new material is promising. Already fifteen players are competing for the open positions of the infield and outfield. It is reasonable to suppose, in view of this, that team play will be largely missing in the earlier games of our season’s schedule. We are assured, however, that under the efficient leadership of Mr. Smith, whom we are glad to welcome as an athletic director, team play will receive its proper emphasis. Nowhere is it more true than on the base-ball nine that we are all members one of another and that the whole game is affected by each individual. And what applies to fielding applies equally well to batting. “ Base-ball bats—they are but polished timber hewn to fan the air,” was the exclamation of a young friend of mine who once struck out. But in spite of friendship, I feel that his was a thoroughly wooden opinion, “one of those literal judgments,” which stick to the fact and miss the truth. It generally applies to the youth who wields his bat to fulfill a home run-aspiration. But we are striving to learn the truth that a sacrifice hit is a base-ball form of self-denial which augurs well for victory. If only we remember these simple truths, we have faith to hope that the victory will come. The Quincy High School Base-Ball Niue calls for our loyal school support. It deserves, it needs, it must have it, if it is to succeed. Let us be truly generous to those who are striving in their own way to contribute to the athletic success of our High school, by giving them just the encouragment which shall best urge them on to a season of victory. THE OPENING GAME. The Quincy High School base ball team opened the season, Thursday at Mcrrymonnt Park with the strong Mechanics Art High school of Boston. Barring the fatal first inning, in which the Mechanics team by timely hitting and the misplays of their opponents, gained a large margin of eleven runs, the playing of both teams was uniformly good and at times brilliant. It may fairly be said that during the last eight innings the Quincy team played the superior game. They made a deter- mined effort by timely batting to overcome the overwhelming lead and succeeded in rolling up a score of nine runs. But the lead was too great and Mechanics won by the score of 15—9. The clean fielding of Alden and Hayward at critical points in the game, a pretty running catch by Brown, and two outfield plays of De Coste deserve special mention, and the hits of Miller, Drake, Hunt, and Brown were well placed and timely. In fact the playing of the whole team was such as to augur well, for a season of victory. The full score: QUINCY HIGH. A-B- B. P.O. A. B. Brown, c., 4 I 9 2 2 Miller, lb., 5 2 11 1 2 Fallon, 2b., 4 0 2 0 4 Dc Costc, c.f.. 5 0 2 0 2 Drake, r.f.. 4 1 0 0 0 11. Huot, 8S-, 5 1 0 3 1 Oswold. l.f., I 0 0 0 1 Saunders, If., I 0 0 0 0 Hayward, p., 0 0 1 12 0 Aidcn, 3b., 4 0 2 4 0 Totals, 37 5 27 21 12 MECHANICS ART. A-B. B. P.O . A. E. Hinckley, 3b., 5 1 1 1 1 Merrill, s.s., 3 I 0 1 2 Moore, p., lb., 4 0 4 s 0 Hanson, c., 5 2 13 4 6 Strobel, 2b., 5 I 4 3 0 Holden, c.f„ lb., 3 0 4 7 0 Jewell, c.l., 4 1 1 0 2 Bricklcy, r.f., 4 1 0 0 0 Curtis, r.f., 1 1 0 0 0 Bjockland, p., 2 1 0 6 0 Totals, 38 9 27 30 11 Innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Quincy, 0 0 3 2 1 1 0 0 0—9 M. A.H.S., 11 0 0 1 0 0 1 1 1- -15 Runs made—Brown, 3; Miller, DeCoste, Oj- wald, 2; Hayward, 2; Hinckley, 2; Merrill, 2; Moore, 2, Hanson, 2; Strobel, Bjockland, Jew- ell, Curtis, Bricklcy. Three-base hits—Strobel. Stolen bases — Quincy, 13; Mechanics, 12. First base on balls—By Quincy,2; by M.A.H.S.� 7. Struck out—by Quincy, 7; by M. A. H. S., 11. Double plajs—Hunt to Miller to Alden. Hit by pitched ball—Hay ward, Fallon, Moore. Time 2.13. Umpires—Smith, Nolan, Shcp pard. THE GOIiDEN - ROD. FOOTBALL. The Executive Committee of the Athletic Association award- ed blue Q’s to the following members of last fall’s foot ball team. 1. Harris Barbour. 2. Harry Clements. 3. Thomas Fallon. 4. Harvey Jewell. 5. William Jones. 6. Augustus McDonald. 7. Gordon McGregor. 8. Fletcher Miller. 9. Rob- ert Pinkham. 10. R. Garfield Wright (captain). j j j BASKET BALL. The lack of a gymnasium, and the failure to obtain a hall for our use, has made basket ball with us an out door sport. While we regret the lack of this opportunity for exercise during the winter months, there are obvious advantages in playing in the open air, on the soft turf, where there is abundance of room, instead of on the hard floor of a poorly adapted hall. We are confronted at the outset by the loss of our field. A little investigation, however, has resulted in finding a field near by which has certain advantages over the old location. Efforts are being made to secure it, which we hope will be successful. It is expected that all the players will appear in regulation suits this spring. The result will be better playing and a better appearance. The first and second school teams, which will be made up as soon as the class practice is well under way, will, of course, require them. We are always ready to welcome new players. No exper- ience is necessary. The exercise will develop you mentally and physically, giving you endurance and the ability to sec clearly and act quickly. And above all, you will gain that enthusiastic loyalty to class and school which is better than knowledge. o LEARNING TO RIDE A BICYCLE. I determined to learn the art of bicycle riding. A crtain friend gave me to understand that it was an easy uncomplicated matter even for the most inexperienced person. He had a repu- tation for great veracity but if this was an example of it, I con- sider that the interpretation to be given to his remarks must be similar to that which a person should grant to a woman’s yeses and noes. First I climbed onto the saddle. To do this I propped my steed on a curbstone. With a wild push I started off. Having got well under way, as I thought, I hoped that I would feel the thrill of motion that the bird experiences as it flies high in the sky. But my expectations were rudely shattered, for I un- avoidably attempted to emulate the Greek heroes, and Icarion- like, I fell, not into the ever divine gray sea, but into a sheet of muddy water a yard long and of unknown depth. The sensation I experienced was not that of a man sitting placidly by his fireside. Somewhat daunted, I again ascended to the saddle’s perilous height. But woe, woe, not for the lovely Adonis! but for luckless me, not knowing well how to guide my treacherous steed over the muddy plains of Quincy Me Mis- eruml as I strove unsuccessfully at the wheel, I rushed headlong with my deadly engine of warfare right into the stomach of a gentleman, who lacked not goodly dimensions. Apologies ten- dered and doubtfully accepted. Yet once more, comrades, did I tumble into that justly re- doubtable saddle in vain hopes that the fickle goddess Fortune would attend my third attempt; but the stale old proverb lied. Agricultural pursuits then engaged my mind and limbs, for as Xenophon tells of the Spartan phalanx ploughing the Theban lines, as a ship’s beak ploughs the sea, even so did I plough a neighboring ditch, hoping to render fertile the land. The exclamations torn from me, brought up a trusty learned friend to assist me. To him do I rightly give the name of my pre- server; for his choice technical observations and vigorous well applied exhortations roused my ire to such an extent that I succeeded. With that famous Syracusan philosopher, I could justly exclaim “Eureka!” H. P. A., 1902. j SCHOOL NOTICES. SENIOR CLASS. The Class of 1902 has elected the following committees for graduation: Committee on Class Photographer. Miss Nellie Moir. Mr. James B. Mahoney, Chairman. Mr. Ray Brown. Committee on Invitations. Miss Corinne L. Hayward. Miss Eleanor M. Nelson. Mr. Harris M. Barbour, Chairman. Committee on Refreshments. Miss Mary Ferguson. Mr. John D. Smith, Chairman. Mr. Marden W. Hayward. Committee on Decorations. Mr. Frank Healy, Chairman. Mr. Houghton H. Schumacher. Mr. Edward P. Williams. JUNIOR CLASS. The class treasury is in fine condition (?), but please pay your dues more promptly. SOPHOMORE CLASS. We are without a president. Is not the executive com- mittee a little slow ? FRESHMAN CLASS. Still fresh. THE GOLDEN - ROD. LITERARY. POETICAL QUALITIES IN MACBETH AND LADY MACBETH. On first thought it seems inconsistent to look for anything but the blackest, most repugnant attributes in characters who are responsible, directly or indirectly, for at least six most cruel murders. But in Lady Macbeth and her Lord there is a dif- ferent strain, a poetical quality, which seem to lift their crimes to a level above that of mere brutality. Without this quality the mind would shrink with horror from the history of these crimes. Lady Macbeth’s character is perhaps nobler than her hus- band’s, but the two natures contain the same element and its working out in both cases is similar. Macbeth is superstitious and the introduction of the super- natural elements brings out the first glimpse of his inner self. The very appearance of the witches sets his imagination afire, and he conjures up limitless possibilities, more than he is able to bear alone. He seeks relief by sharing them with his wife. These weird tidings inspire in her an invocation to the “-------- spirits that tend on inort d thought.'’ She is fully conscious of the evil forces that work such havoc with man’s true nature. Her speech is the outcome of an appeal to the poetical side of her character. She meets her husband’s protests with euphu istic lauguage and arguments, for she fears that his nature “is too full of the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way ” to the fulfilment of his desires. His mind shrinkingly receives and works upon the horrible suggestion, till he cries out in agony “ Is this a dagger which I see before me The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation. Proceeding from the heat oppressed brain ? ” He also realizes the evil influences at work upon his destiny, and voices an appeal to nature for aid in the perilous moment. Lady Macbeth cannot murder Duncan. Macbeth must do the deed ; she says “ • • had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done it.” Her iron will is shaken for a moment by the creeping in of filial love, reverence, sympathy. Her imagination leaps ahead and she anticipates the consequence of the crime when she says “ • • • it will make us mad. When the deed is done, Macbeth becomes a prey to fear. In his frenzy he pities himself. His thoughts are poetical from the very intensity of his suffering. “ Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth Toes murder sleep,'—the innocent sleep ; Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath. Halm of hurt minds, great nature's second course. Chief nourisher in life’s feast,— •■••••■ Still it cried 4 Sleep no more! ’ to all the house : 4 Glamis hath murder’d sleep ; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more. ’ ’’ But when the crime is discovered, he is himself again. How literally he says “ • • • from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality; ” Then again how poetically he expresses his sorrow for the murder of Malcolm’s royal father, a sorrow that does not ring true. “ Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lird's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building.'’ 44 Had I bn', died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time. As Macbeth the king, his mind is a prey to jealousy, hatred, fear of discovery. Again the poetical tone of speech expresses his emotions. Fate must “ champion him to the utterance.” For an instant he is envious of Duncan who “ sleeps well”—his mind is “full of scorpions”—he is himself one of “night’s black agents.” His wife also begins to feel the pangs of conscience. She realized what Macbeth is suffering when his disorded vision brings to him his murdered friends, she stifled agonies of re- morse for her husband’s sake. But he is unnerved, his words still poetical, express a mental condition of superstitious fear and degeneration. As before, intcusc suffering forces the vivid figures. He says 44----1 am in blood Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, Hemming were as tedious as to go o’er. Superstitiously lie consults the witches and dares threaten them, for he has become as evil as they; his words are as weird and wild as their own. Years pass. Lady Macbeth’s life has been one long night of terror and remorse. Over and over again she lives those brie! scenes of crime. Her poor mind bears the burden of her hus- band’s as well as her own guilt. What agonies of suffering her speech betrays 1 Self-pity has changed to pathos when she says, 44 AH the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.” Death is her only physician aud she hurries to end her misery. The tidings of his wife’s end inspire Macbeth’s callous mind to a philosophical reflection upon the brevity of life. He has no sympathy for her. The peculiar beauty of his poetical nature has worked itself out in pity for his own condition. He realizes his desolation. 441 have lived long enough: my way of life Is falling into the rear, the yellow leaf, And that which should accompany old age. As honour, love, obedience, troop’s of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead. Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.” His mind is diseased, his heart heavy, he is ready for the wages of his sin—Death. Thus the silver thread of a higher emotion runs through these tangled lives of crime, only to show in greater contrast the blackness of hearts overthrown by the subtle temptation of ambition. Macbeth and his wife would have lived noC 3 lives if the poetical qualities so closely woven into their characters, had been allowed to develop unchecked. Poetry does not lead to the depths of crime. M. H. T„ 1902. TUB GOLDEN-ROD. 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