Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.”

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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

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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.