Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN-ROD. LOCALS. Lost, strayed or stolen—Brains from History IV class. Heard in History I—“Can justices of the peace marry?” Teacher—“Certainly if they get a chance.” W. B. wishes to know if anyone has an extra smile to lend him occasionally. Wanted—A hosiery department for the benefit of some of the would-be “ fussers ”—combination of blue and red socks, also pink ones, especially desirable. We advise the janitor to fulfil his duties in regard to the care of the fire apparatus on the third floor, or some day he may, to his sorrow, find a hair dresser’s bill awaiting his payment, as future victims may not be as lenient as the first one(s). The subject of putting a high board fence between the boys’ and girls’ side of the study hall is being seriously considered. Wanted by Mr. J-w-11—another companion with whom to walk at recess. The typewriters are very trying to the nerves of one of our “professerins ” who frequently has a language class in an adjoining room. The pupils on record at the High School number about 560, but numerous furry individuals, hungry for knowledge (?) ap- pear at intervals, to the great dismay of some of the feminine portion of the faculty and school. It carries us back to our primary school days when we hear the chorus obediently reciting “ Good morning ” to our music instructor. Will one of the teachers kindly give information as to the correct position of the chalk in the black-board grooves of Room 12 ? Our science teacher is also authority on the cause and effects of thunder showers. The assistant teachers, whose duty it is to clear up the type- writing room at the end of school, would like to petition for a waste-basket- It grieves us to find that one of our mathematics teachers has changed (?) her title to “ Mrs.”—or so it has been recently announced by the one in high authority. Congratulations are in order for a member of our last year’s faculty—the engagement of Miss Florence L. Ilayes to Mr. Justin Emery of Wollaston being recently announced. The classes of ’00, ’01 and ’02 held a reunion, Saturday eve- ning, January 3rd, at the school hall. The Tech. Musical Clubs gave a concert, over an hour in length, after which there was dancing until 11.30, in which all participated. The members are anticipating much pleasure at another reunion next fall. Memorial Day exercises were held at the High School, Fri- day morning, May 20th. They included singing and recitations by the members of the school, besides a splendid address by Major E. T. Bouve, followed by appropriate remarks by Col.C. H. Porter and representatives from the local Post,—Comrades Merrill, Seaver and Pierce. The annual May concert given by the school, under the direction of Mr. E. Landis Snyder, was up to the usual high standard. The reception given by the Juniors to the Seniors this year took the form of a May-day dance which was held at High School hall on the evening of May first. It was largely attended and everyone pronounced it a grand success. The upper classes gave their annual reception to the foot- ball team Saturday evening, December 19th. Progressive games were a feature, and refreshments were served at the close of an enjoyable evening. Miss Fish accompanied a number of the pupils to Richard Mansfield’s production of Shakespeare’s play, Julius Ca-sar, last winter. Miss Kennedy has given her scholars great pleasure by tak- ing them on several botanical excursions. H. I), was asked by one of the teachers to remain after school a few minutes for her, but “ he couldn’t possibly stay.” About ten minutes afterwards he was found by the same teacher, earnestly engaged in conversation with some pretty Junior girls. Three mice were found in the office trap the other morning —we wonder if they were attracted by crumbs from the editors’ luuch of the noon previous. French I. D. has a dog which “ agitates its tail.” I wonder if that is the only thing which is agitated. Cr-wl-y—“ What does it mean when a sign reads, “ All tres- passers will be persecuted to the full extent of the law ? ’ ” It must have brought back vivid memories of childish wrongs when one of our instructors was imprisoned for a short time in the dark deep depths of the supply room. We do not know whether to attribute this accident to the insignificance of the prisoner, or to the fault of the optician whom his jailor pat- ronizes. A member of French II is thinking seriously of going into the confectionery business. The following may prove useful to him:—“ For candy dates, see Mrs. Lincoln’s cook book, page 1001, or Huyler’s candy store, Tremont street, Boston.” In Junior Latin—Redolentgue thymo fragrantia mella, “And the fragrant honey smells like time.” H. M. A Senior youth taking French II has recently discovered a new addition to the human body—“ the right thumb of the middle hand.” We still catch dim glimpses of the new building through a dense fog, but whether it is advancing or retreating, we have not yet found out. The last week in May Miss Souther took some of her French pupils, who have been reading outside of school the play, Maitre Corbcau, into the French pension, Boston, where they enjoyed a delightful luncheon. Mr. and Mrs. Harper held a reception for the teachers of the High School, Thursday evening, June eleventh, at their home on Putnam street. Ask Brown, ’02, how he enjoys visiting Latin classes, es- pecially those in Room II.

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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.

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THE GOL.DE X - ROD. MY TRIP TO WASHINGTON. During a receut vacation we started on a trip for which we had long been waiting—a visit to Washington. On our way we passed through many cities and towns and stopped at a few, among which were Norfolk, Newport News, Baltimore, Gettys- burg,—the site of the great historical battlefield,—and Hagers- town. When at length we arrived at our destination, it was so late in the evening that we thought it best to retire. But the next morning found us all ready to view the city. The first thing we saw was the Capitol, for it was directly in front of our rooms, although so far away that we drove there. On our way we noticed that the streets, about twice the width of Boston’s streets, had an extremely well-kept appearance, for as far as we could see they were of asphalt and everywhere very neat and clean. Through the centre of the street ran the electrics, but these had no wire in sight, for all the wires used in the city are laid underground. As we drew near the Capitol it looked most attractive with its many white steps and its long, high front. But we did not see the most beautiful part until we were inside and looked up about 280 feet in the rotunda. At the very top is a canopy, beautifully painted, which represents George Washington with the emblems of Freedom and Victory on his right and left, while grouped about are emblems of the thirteen original states. Around the base are sculptured groups, some of them suggestive of the Revolution. In this same place, which once was the old Senate chamber, one can hear a whisper at the other end of the gallery. Besides many interesting things here, which it would take long to tell about, there are some bronze doors,very costly, which are much praised. After coming out of the Capi- tol we went to the Congressional Library at the rear. This is also a very attractive white building. Within, all is marble, and here are many beautiful paintings, pen and pencil drawings, old books, manuscripts, and original writings of famous men and commanders. There is also a large hall where many people go to read. In this building there is an exquisite piece of mosaic work which no one is allowed to touch. It took us so long a time to go through these two buildings that it was lunch time before we knew it After luncheon we took a drive to the Zoological Garden. Here were many differ- ent kinds of animals, birds, fish and reptiles. The peacocks, which are so beautiful, were let loose to stroll about as they liked, and it was a pretty sight to watch them spread their wings and fly. The following days we took carriage rides, visiting as many places as we could. We saw the Washington monument, driv- ing around it, but we did not go inside. One cannot imagine how high it is uutil he arrives at the foot and looks up. The Bureau of Engraving, where the United States dollar bills and stamps are made, is very interesting. A womau acts as a guide here, and sbe goes around to all the departments in the building and explains them. We saw the Treasury building, where the bills are stamped and counted by the most expert counters in the world, and where the money which has to go out is stored. We happened to have a chance to go into one of the vaults where the money is kept. This is a privilege not allowed very often. We went also into the White House, the home of the President. We were allowed to go only into the East Room, where there are many beautiful chandeliers, and where the re- ceptions to the President are held. Among the other places which we saw were the Smithsonian Institute, National Museum, Pension Building, Patent Office, and Fishery Building. We passed the houses of the different embassies and leaders of the government, besides taking side trips to Mount Vernon, Cabin John Bridge, Arlington and Alexandria. It was pleasant to return home and see relatives and friends again. Just at first Quincy seemed small and rather like the country. But now things are the same as before and I should like to take the delightful trip again. Minnie Packard, '05. jt AN ESS A Y. A brook is a pretty piece of Nature’s work. In winter, when its surface is covered with ice, it makes a beautiful con- trast with the snow that surrounds it, or with the bare, dismal, hard ground. Its existence is made evident, not only by the ice on its surface, but also by the murmur as it rushes along over stones in its bed underneath the ice. In spring, when we see it from afar, it looks like a silver ribbon, crossing meadows and fields, the surfaces of which are covered with green velvet carpets. The birds, seemingly at- tracted by it, go thither and perch themselves on the trees near its banks; and there they join their songs with that of the brook. The most beautiful flowers grace the stream by their presence, and thus enrich the beauty of the whole scene. The tired traveller, lying under the protecting arms of some tree near by, is lulled to sleep by its murmuring song and by the sweet music of the birds. On wakening, the fragrance of the flowers refresh him, the birds and the brook greet him. And lying thus in dreamy mood, enchanted by the lovely sight and sweet repose, his thoughts wander in the infinite regions of fantasy. Nuxziata N. C. Di Bona, ’06. FROM A TEACHER. Five years ago this June the Class of ’98 bade farewell to its Alma Mater and went out to take its place in The School of Life. We had the honor of being the first class to take the full four years’ course in the new building. With four years of college work and only one of teaching, I can hardly presume to write from a teacher’s standpoint. Many of the class, having entered the training class the year following their graduation, have had more experience in this line of work than the writer. A teacher’s life is full of surprises and we learn many re- markable things. We learn that there is a territory in the western part of the couutry called • Newbraska; ” that the South was “ very hospital during the war ” and that the “Cru- sades were expenditions to Jerusalem to find a lost cup.” I find even my short experience has changed my school girl ideas of the ease of a teachers life. Notwithstanding the hard work and responsibility attending it, I count the life of a teacher one of enjoyment and helpfulness. Caroline Brown, '98.