Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN-ROD. had accomplished in heavy gymnastic work during the year. All of the difficult feats were done with no mistake. Swedish gymnastics by the juniors proved interesting, and serpentine ladder and rope climbing, free exercises, facings and marching were shown. The “bounding balls” by the seniors was done in perfect rhythm and grace. The special feats accomplished by six girls were fine. Their wand drill followed and was loudly encored. Then excitement galore! The competition vaulting and rocking races between the two classes ! Sixteen girls began the vaulting, eight from each class, but as the bar went higher and higher, they dropped out till only three were left, two juniors and a senior. The senior girl was short, only five feet, two inches tall, but she vaulted six inches above her head. She could not reach it as it was put up the next time and a junior Avon, vaulting five feet, nine inches. The rocking race with three girls in each boat was won by the juniors. Such wild excite- ment as there was when the senior boat stuck on the floor! The fencing, especially the assault fencing, was graceful and the seniors deserve great credit. The salutes were stately and grand. The relaxing and msthetic postures by the juniors were clapped as quite a little tragedy was acted out in the poses. Both the Indian clubs and aesthetic dancing by the seniors were done in an easy, graceful way, winning great applause. Last of all came the relay rowing race between the two classes. It was a tie ! Each class had four crews, and excitement reigned supreme as the crews changed. Two girls fell overboard but were rescued and the great event was over. The course is now a three years’ course ; before it has been only two years, hence the terms, seniors and juniors. Edna Lewis Smith, 1902. BOSTON COOKING SCHOOL. Few people realize what a wide field of study is opened to one who wishes to become a teacher of cookery, and a word about the work at the Boston Cooking School may give some new thoughts in that direction. In the old High School days we learned a few facts about Chemistry. Hydrogen, Oxygen, Carbon and Nitrogen seemed quite unsympathetic with our struggles for master}’. Now, our lectures in Botany, Physiology, Chemistry and general compo- sition of foods, incite our interest, for we learn that the most de- licious morsel of meat or bread, or confection, we have ever eaten was composed of at least three of the above-named ele- ments. Dietetics tells us how much to eat, while by a study of Psychology we learn how, as teachers, to present a subject to children. But all of this theory would not make a good cook, and practical work takes up a large part of our time, and we find that our results depend largely on the amount of attention we give, and accuracy with which we work. Perhaps, most impor- tant of all, we must remember that—to adopt Ruskin’s definition of cooking—“ It means that we are to be perfectly and always ladies ( i. e. loaf-givers), and as we see that everybody has some- thing pretty to wear, so we are to see that everybody has some- thing nice to eat.” Sarah Isabel Litch, ’02. A NARROW ESCAPE (?) Timely Assistance of Mathematics Teacher Saves the Lives of Nearly oOO Students—Submaster Narrowly Escapes Suffocation Under a Blanket. Quincy, April 10, 1903. There was intense excitement on the third floor of the Quincy High School this morning when a brisk lire was found burning in the waste basket in the drawing room. The waste basket and contents were a total loss, while the expensive furni- ture of the room was badly damaged, incurring a loss of upwards of $500. The drawing teacher discovered the fire at 11.13 o’clock, and at that time it had gathered so much headway that nssist- ance had to be called. Almost in a swoon, the teacher rushed madly to the physical laboratory, where the expounder of New- ton’s laws ct cetera was busily engaged with a class of juniors. When warned of the danger, he rushed like mad through the hall to tile chemical laboratory to get the blanket, kept there for fire purposes in the absence of the fire extinguishers, which were in Boston for repairs. It happened that in that room, the genial submaster was sitting directly under the blanket, but down it came, nearly cutting off au extremely long Greek verb. Taking it again in his excited hand, the disciple of Newton rushed through the hall, and without a moment’s delay the burn- ing basket was enveloped in the blanket. Many were the words of praise and thanks to the brave saviours of the five hun- dred pupils. During the fire there came near being a panic in Room 13, and had it not been for the cool-headed teacher, who safely guided her youngsters down the fire escape, the consequences might have been of a serious nature. The cause of the fire is unknown, but it is supposed that a mouse, escaping from the Turner Zoological gardens, carried a match to the basket and attempted to gnaw it. THROUGH MID-AIR TO MARS. PASSENGERS WANTED! A chance to earn $5,000.00 by taking a short {'ourney incurring great risk, but no expense. Only adies and gentlemen mentally and physically sound need apply to----, State sire -t, Boston, Mass., as early as possible. Such was the startling announcement that met my eye in a leading city paper. What was the object? I pondered deeply. I needed just that sum of money for carrying out a scheme that I had had in mind for two years. “Guess I’ll investigate it! It will do no harm, and no one need be the wiser,” was my next thought, so I immediately dressed for the street and set out. Here was a chance! I was, I flattered myself, sound men- tally and physically. Ever since I had left college I had wished to take a journey around the globe, visiting every place of inter- est and studying foreign cities and people. But my parents had said, “No, if your rich uncle were more generous you might have your wish.” But now I could manage myself, take my dear little mother and tweak Uncle Henry Reynolds by the

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THE GOEDEN - ROD. DARTMOUTH COLLEGE. merely sent a few gentlemen into the field, who died there be- comingly. But their death was superfluous only as the Victoria Cross is superfluous, for men to win. For after all, posterity admires the generals and strategians, but it reverences the Sid- neys and the Shaws. Herbert P. Arnold, ’02. MASSACHUSETTS INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY■ During the past year Quincy has been represented at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology by 11 students, divided among the classes as follows: Senior 1, Junior 2, Sophomore 3, Freshman 5. Of this number four are from Quincy High. The Institute is becoming more popular each year in this and other countries. The present registration is 1,008, among the number being representatives from sixteen foreign countries. Forty-two states and ten territories send men to the Institute. Thirteen courses are offered to the students, which present nearly every phase of scientific study. A satisfactory comple- tion of one of these entitles a student to the degree of S. B. Strict application to work, however, is required to obtain a clear record. Statistics for the past 20 years show an average of 55.3 per cent, of entering students who graduate. Students from other colleges entering in the third and fourth years have raised this percentage somewhat, so that for students complet- ing a four years’ course the value would be lower. Because of the thoroughness of the training at the Insti- tute, a degree obtained there has become a synonym for efficiency in engineering circles, and graduates are in demand in all branches of technical work. Carle R. Hayward, M. I. T., ’01. NOTES FROM BOSTON UNIVERSITY. Although the general appearance of Boston University is not such as would attract strangers, yet to the student who has spent even one year within its walls, the ties and associations arc most binding. The building is old and rambling, not at all the ideal structure which we all connect with “going to college,” but the campus—Boston Common—is one redeeming feature. The social side of the life at the University plays an important part. There are many clubs, societies, fraternities and sorori- ties connected with the college, and besides these, the class socials and the struggles between Sophomores snd Freshmen, help to break the monotony. But there is also the serious side, and the preparation of daily work with the vision of a “quiz” ever before him, keep the student supplied with plenty to do. I think I can do no better than to quote from the “ Beacon,” a part of the defense of Boston University in the Radcliffe vs. Boston University debate, which took place during Old Home Week last summer: “Its students and professors are everywhere, from the oldest district in Maine to the newly opened schools in the Philippines, and so it will be till the raillenium, every son and daughter of the old college keeping up the cry,—Boston, Boston-B-B-B-B-Boston-Varsity, Varsity,-Rah! Rah ! Rah! Florence S. Greer, ’02. In writing about Dartmouth I shall strive faithfully to por- tray the college life here, rather than treat of dormitories, courses, and so forth, which can readily be found described in the catalogue. A fellow, by faithful application to his work, can fulfil all the college requirements aud become proficient in the various lines of study he undertakes. His professors will gladly assist him whenever he encounters a difficulty. Studies completed for the day, there are many opportunities for recreation; baseball on the campus, tennis at the athletic field, golf, and canoeing on the broad Connecticut only half a mile distant. Outdoor exercise is the secret of the good health of Dartmouth men. Athletics is one of the most prominent features of life here at Dartmouth. Every fellow has an interest in some sort of sport; the track, football, basket-ball or baseball. Hand in hand with athletics goes the “ Dartmouth spirit.” It was this spirit which moved three-fomths of the college to journey one hundred and fifty miles to Newton in order to cheer their football team on to victory over Williams. Again it was this same spirit which inspired the entire college when it went to Manchester and cheered the same team in its game with Brown. In closing this brief account, I will quote the saying of Daniel Webster, our most noted graduate. In speaking of Dart- mouth he said, “ It’s a small place, but there are those who love it, and it deserves the love of all.” It. Garfield Wright, 1901. jt jt SARGENT'S NORMAL SCHOOL OF GYMNASTICS Shall a message from Sargents be omitted from the messages from the other schools and colleges ? Never! 1 Not as loug as a Sargent girl lives to write it 1 The best way to give a general idea of the work accom- plished there is to tell about the exhibition given at Hemenway Gymnasium, Harvard College, during the last week in May. No exhibition of the theory course was shown in gymnastic ex- ercise and it counts for as much, or more, some of the girls think, when examinations are on. The first of the course in. eludes physiology, anatomy, histology, (microscopic anatomy) and hygiene. They are all lecture courses and extremely diffi- cult. The first number on the programme at the exhibition was military drill by the seniors. They came into the hall in groups and looked neat and attractive in black gymnasium suits with yellow shields, and yellow pinks in their hair. After all were in place, the order “ fall in ” was given and the drill began. No young men ever followed out commands, or gave better at- tention than the girls gave during drill. Every order was promptly executed. The next number was Dr. Sargent's dumb bell drill by the juniors. They appeared in black suits, red shields and red pinks and did the drill and fancy marching to music. Then the seniors had parallel bars and showed what they

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Quincy High Schoo Bradford Library Tin: (iOLDKX.Ron. nose. If it were not a bogus scheme, why, I was the very girl for the place. I walked briskly down town into the commercial office, crowded already by those who were ahead of me, people of dif- ferent kinds and descriptions. “ Ah,” said a gray-haired, good looking gentleman, when my turn came, “ and so, my dear, you wish to help us in our wonderful air-ship scheme. Come right into my office and we will talk things over.” We talked steadily for over two hours, and the plan of action was that live people should enter millionaire Fiske’s air ship, make a journey to the planet Mars, and ascertain whether or not the planet was inhabited and what the nature of the country was. I listened with misgivings at first, but finally became en- thusiastic. I was extremely fond of astronomy and besides, I became convinced that the scheme was feasible, and ended in promising to be on hand the next day. He introduced me to the other four in the party, three gentlemen and one lady. There was one man of perhaps forty, stout, florid and jolly. He reminded me of my father. The second gentleman was tall, gaunt and cynical, and to him the stout one, whose nick-name was “ Bud,” always gave the name of “ Baby,” though I hardly saw the reason why. Whom did he make me think of ? Why, Uncle Henry to be sure. It is peculiar that entire strangers will resemble each other. The third was a young man. He smiled at me in a rather mocking manner, but his eyes were blue and pleasant, so that I did not feel disconcerted, yet I knew my cheeks flushed. That was the way Uncle Henry's second cousin had looked at me when we—but never mind that. I suppose the young fellow, whose name was “Sanky,” thought I looked too young for such an undertaking, but I turned away with as much dignity as I could muster and was introduced to a patient-faced little woman of perhaps fifty-five. It seemed a long journey for such a frail little body, but I said nothing. I walked back home in a state of exultation. I should be rich and famous at one throw 1 It seemed hardly five minutes before I returned, the next morning, and found the party wait- ing for me. All of us were in excellent spirits, and we entered the Fiske airship with no feeling of fear. The stout gentleman took charge of everything and every- bodj , and was very kind and comfortable, so I immediately made him my guardian and shunned the young fellow with the laugh- ing eyes, and the sharp-nosed cynical “ Baby.” I had been studying the face of my companions and had noticed our surroundings, but now I looked out and saw that— well, that nothing at all. Where were we ? A big star was right at my elbow. I saw then that we had left home and earth far behind, and I might never see either again! I began to tremble, but the stout gentleman’s face reassured me, and I began to enjoy everything. “ This is Venus,” said the gaunt man. “Isn’t she pretty ?” I nodded. My tongue seemed glued, but now my attention was drawn to what apj eared to be a bubble. Oh, what could it be ? It was coming right towards us, and even now the little airship began to wobble. The next minute a terrible rush of air seemed almost to upset us. It certainly was a miracle that we were not all tumbled out. The air was bitter cold, and I could not see my hand before me. A terrible crack caused me to jump, but a strong band pulled me down. Such a roaring and hissing! I shut my eyes, but opened them almost immediately, as a fearful lurid glow lit up the heavens. Sharp streaks of fire played about us, and again it occurred to me that the airship was still master. An awful gas seemed to stifle me. I fell, and then came to, to find myself lying in the bottom of the ship, the sweet little woman looking anxiously at me, and the tantalizing smile gone from Sanky’s blue eyes. “How, what—” I began. “Never mind now,” the little woman whispered. “It was a severe storm, but all is serene now. See, there it goes.” I took my former place and saw the big bubble going on its journey, the most beautiful colors playing upon its surface. I was numb with cold but the air was becoming warmer. The stout gentleman explained to me that the reason we had kept upright was because millionaire Fiske, being a chemist, had made his airship on an unusual plan. He had invented a substance, magnetic in property, which would keep the air-ship upright in all weather, on account of the great attraction. More- over, the ship was extremely light, so we need never fear any danger. For a time we sailed serenely on, passing many famil- iar planets but always steering for Mars. Once we saw a flock of little stars, turning round rapidly. They were very tiny and of different colors, and made a pretty showing. We were now approaching the object of our search. Mars looked promising, but how strange. The foliage was blue and the hills were composed of yellow dirt or perhaps gold. I was wondering how we could land and see more when we increased speed violently. Uh, what a shame! Mars was fast receding, and where were we going? I looked at the stout gentleman's face and saw that he had turned pale and seemed to have lost his presence of mind. Surely something serious must have happened for he was always tranquil. I saw “ Sanky ” looking at me with a pitying look, when suddenly came a terrible shock. Our magnetic machine was being drawn by the sun and soon we should be consumed. Already the heat was becom- ing intense and I felt sick. The glare was terrible; we were being drawn into a mountain of fire. Myriads of little imps seemed to mock me. In another second we should be dead. Nearer, nearer, just one stretch and all would be gone. Now tor it! Ah — “Why Bess, you poor child,” it was mother’s voice, “are you all right now?” she was saying. “You tripped and hit your head on the fender and your forehead seems to be burning up.” Oh, such a relief! I was lying in my own little room, in no horrible air-ship: I was back on the earth and had never been in a terrible atmosphere. “ Uncle Henry is here, Bess, and if you feel that you can speak to him, go down.” I went slowly down stairs. Uncle Henry met me with the words, “Bess, I’ve decided that you and Ted had better marry aud take a trip around the world.” I looked at him with amazement and joy. But then I thought: “Perhaps Ted would not care to,” I whispered aud looked for Uncle Henry. He had gone and there stood Ted in his place, the old defiant look gone and—need I say it, we eujoyed our wed- ding trip, and although it was not made in an air-ship, an Amer- ican liuer is highly satisfactory. Mabel Dokman, ’03.