Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.”

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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.

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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