Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.

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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.

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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.