Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 28 of the 1905 volume:

QUINCY HIGH SCHOOL 1552- 1905 Class of 1905 Graduating Exercises Quincy High School Hign school Hall Wednesday Evening, 25 June at 5 o’clock If the Ladies will remove their hats, they will contribute greatly to the pleasure of the audience. Electric Cars will be in readiness at the close of the exercises. PROGRAM MUSIC (a) March—(a) Marine’s Inspection, • Bennett (b) CharlesDank, .... Roltinson High School Orchestra. (b) They that Sow in Tears, .... Gaul HiGn School Chop us and Orchestra. SALUTATORY ESSAY. The True Viking, Kathrina Holteen. KERAMOS,...........................................H.W. Longfellow The Story of Pottery, Introduction, Delft, Palissy, Raphael, Luca della Robbia, Cairo, China, Conclusion, Marion Elizabeth West Helen Cordiner Troupe Carl Henry Fornell Gertrude Rosalia Brennan Charles Lincoln Campbell Lillie Harrison Spencer Minnie Packard Henry Ernest Williams The Song of the Potter, Gertrude Elizabeth Allen Estelle Sedgwick Rice Catherine Sab .h Leary VALEDICTORY ESSAY. Fulfillment, Elsie Louise Snow. MUSIC- Hail, Great Hero, Hall! • High School Chorus and Orchestra. ADDRESS. Tl e Education of Life, William DeWitt Hyde, D. D., LL. D.., President of Bowdoin College. MUSIC. (а) Day Is Breaking, ..... (б) o Wind Gently Blowing, High School Chorus and Orchestra. PRESENTATION OF DIPLOMAS, noN. Charles II. Porter, Chairman of the High School Committee. MUSIC. O Lord, How Manifold are Thy Works, High School Chorus and Orchestra. Class Motto,—Non Palma sine Labore. Class Colors,—Green and Gold. Wagner Mozart Mozart Barnby Director of Music,—Mr. E. Landis Snyder. Accompanist,—William Ellis Weston. Class of 1905. Gertrude Elizabeth Allen Benjamin Beckwith Baltzer Gertrude Frances Barbour Adelaide Mary Bernier Lillian Margaret Berry Edith Marion Hill Harry James Histen •Kathrina Holteen Alice Margaret Igo Horace Tirrell Jenkins Mary Cecilia Berry Alice Billington Annie Louise Blacklock Clark Gilman Boynton •Gertrude Rosalia Brennan Gertrude Tucker Jones Ellen Veronica King Catherine Sarah Leary Melanie Eugenie Le Blanc Elizabeth Lehman Mary Lavinia Brown Thomas Willard Burke Helen Rainier Buxton Anna Veronica Cain •Charles Lincoln Campbell John Lummus Merrill Mary White Morrissey Mary Agnes Neagle May Elizabeth Newell •Minnie Packard Mary A. Carruthers Winnifred Vivian Church Gertrude Estelle Cleaves Chester Appleton Collins Timothy Joseph Corcoran Abbie Bartlett Penley George Hanscom Pinkham Lillian Warren Pratt Georgianna Priest Estelle Sedgwick Rice Katherine Marie Coughlan Mary Anastasia Coyle George Thomas Craig Evelyn Cummings Alice Louise Dow Gladys Mildred Rogers Louisa Allison Ross Newman Harrison Savage Ella Gertrude Sayward Carl Axel Schillander Louise Catherine Driscoll John Francis Dunn Thomas Michael Elcock Stanley Warren Ferguson John Bradford Findlay Mertice Evelyn Shaw Robina Paul Skinner •Elsie Louise Snow •Lillie Harrison Spencer Avard Cummings Sproul Mary Elizabeth Frances Flynn •Carl Henry Fornell Sarah Fraser Nancy Lewis Fulton Anna Veronica Galligan Charles Edward Sullivan William John Sullivan William Robert Teasdale Alice Elizabeth Thomas Sara Letitia Tobin Carl William Gram Marion J. Hatch Harriet Perkins Hawkins Agneta Maria Hedman Helen Charlotte Hendrickson •Helen Cordiner Troupe Joseph Wendell Vogel •Marion Elizabeth West William Ellis Weston Joseph Arthur Wheble Helen Theresa Willett •Henry Ernest Williams business Course. Louise Matilda Bergfors Mary Gertrude Connelly Mary Morris Cramond Thomas Matthew Cunniff Nunziata Natalina DiBona Lizzie Gray Dickie Jennie Elizabeth Ellis Joseph Henry Fitzgerald Hilda Francis Harriet Brown Gordon Elizabeth Lena Grossman Mary Elizabeth Kelleher Frederick Joseph Lamb Thomas William Lloyd William John Manning Helen Cecelia Marcelle Elizabeth Ann Meaney Amy Alice Miller Margaret Anderson Morrison Annie Laura Morrissett John Joseph O’Brien Elizabeth Helen O’Neil Mary Eliza Pitts George Cameron Russell William Russell Sullivan Minnie Jane Travers Susan Warrander Tytler V HUMU V %«%. THE GOLDEN - HOD ror the Summer Girl: Goods for Shirt Waists aod Shirt Waist Gowns- Stocks, Fancy Collars, Ruchings, Veilings, Ribbons, etc. ALL UP-TO-DATE STYLES. MISS C. S. HUBBARD, CITY SQUARE V. E. MILLER Groceries and Provisions Fresh Fish, Vegetables and Fruit QUINCY, MASS. Quincy Consolidated Grocery and Provision Co. IN COR POR ATEI) ADAMS BUILDING A. F. HAYWARD J. W. JOHNSON' C. IT. BROOKS ©vacillation gay Persons desiring Flowers for Graduation should go to ARNOLD JOHNSON 1511 Hancock Street Under Music Hall Who will Guarantee Satisfaction on all orders. GREAT VARIETY OF POTTED PLANTS AND FUNERAL DESIGNS. Tel. 215-2 Clothes with Character That is to sag, excellence of stgie, Pit and Workmanship, are made by A. A. Currie Custom Tailor. Remember your satisfaction is our success. Cleansing and Repairing at Lowest Prices Charles C. Hearn PHARMACIST 1295 Hancock Street, - QUINCY L. WAR SHAW “When in doubt. Buy of Osgood.” . That is all right. Quincy Steom Dye Mouse But when y°u want n°doubt’ buy °f Dyeing, Cleansing and Tailoring .Johnson him 1503 HANCOCK STREET, QUINCY, MASS. The S. S. Pierce Store of Quincy. City Square THE GOLDEN-ROD QUINCY, MASS., MAY, 1905. AVARD C. SPROUL, -05. CLARK G. BOYNTON, 05. EDITORS MARION J. HATCH, ’05 MARION E. WEST, ?05. Business Manager,—HORACE T. JENKINS, T5. Zhc Class of 1905 Of the many classes that have graduated from the Quincy High School, there is none that has left it with a greater feeling of reluctance than the present class. It is impossible for many of us during the first two or three years to appreciate all that has been done for us here. Even now, we can but partially comprehend the manifold benefits that we have acquired in the course so soon to be finished. For the past four years we have enjoyed many social pleasures that would have been utterly out of the question had the school been managed on any other than the most liberal basis. Some of us have gained an enviable knowledge of the best ancient and modern literature, while others have been drilled in an exceedingly thorough manner in some of the best known com- positions of the old masters. From these privi- leges we have acquired, perhaps, unconsciously, but nevertheless surely, a certain refinement that must necessarily follow from such study. In this way the influences of the High school have shown themselves in a more striking manner than by the simple stimulation of our mental powers; they have caused the material strengthening of our moral character. But what would all these things be to us were it not for the teachers, who, after all, are the life and strength of the school ? It is they, and they alone, who have made our studies in the school as pleas- urable and beneficial as they have been in the past. It is with a feeling of gratitude and deepest respect that we part from them, to carry with us through the remainder of our lives those memories made so dear to us by them. Above all let us not forget that we are not grad- uating from school, we are graduating into school: for are we not indeed just about to enter the great school of life? What does that word “life” mean to us? It means that we are about to enter a new era that is as unknown to us as the present is familiar. It is a new field which we have yet to explore and which will present mauy new and strange obstacles to us. To overcome them best we must still have clearly fixed in our minds those ideas of truth, honor and discipline that have ever been held up before us since we entered this school. THE GOLDEN-ROD Friends of the school who attend the concerts and graduating exercises often think that the pupils seated in the front of the hall compose the whole school. They are greatly mistaken because the chorus consists of less than half of the pupils. If the whole school were seated in the hall there would remain little room for any audience since the whole number of different pupils enrolled for this year is six hundred and seventy-five. A question which has arisen in the minds of the editors several times is what ought to receive first consideration in this period of insufficient accom- modations. The answer that immediately comes is the welfare of the pupils. Quincy should be glad that it has so many boys and girls whose parents desire for them more than a common school education. Its High school should afford them opportunities equal to any in the State. While this does not mean an expensive building it does mean sufficient rooms and equipment so that all can secure equal advantages and have the best opportunities for a secondary education. The con- ditions today are such that pupils can not refer with pride to their accommodations when making comparisons with pupils of other cities. Probably no other place in our State has so outgrown its building and resorted to so many unsatisfactory ways of providing little more than seating room for its pupils. It is often said that pupils are in- fluenced by their surroundings ? What must be the influence exerted by the old building upon the pupils who are forced to attend there ? Can it prove other than a place where careless and un- tidy habits and morals are developed ? Can they and the pupils of the afternoon feel that they are really in the High school and an active part of it when they see and work with none but their class mates, and miss the inspiration of the older pupils in the upper classes ? Can they be expected to do the same quantity and quality of work as their more fortunate classmates and schoolmates of the morning session in the larger building ? It has been said many times by various people with regret, that Quincy is a series of villages and not a real city, that general improvements are made only with great difficulty, and that united action is.not possible. If the whole High school could be brought into one session and one building a great gain in unity would be made, since united action by the pupils of today would mean common action on the part of the city’s coming citizens and this in turn would mean preparation for future concerted action for the general wel- fare of the whole city. As it is now, with the school in three sections, it is not possible to secure hearty support from the whole school of anything undertaken, in athletics, a school paper or a social. The sections of the school not in the main building may be willing to attend base ball, foot ball and other games, but they do not have sufficient interest to give financial support. Leaving out the many reasons which the teachers would doubtless advance for additional room, it seems to us that what we have stated above should lead the citizens to provide what the pupils and teachers merit by the faithful hard work now done in the school—a building large enough to meet the needs of all the pupils at one session. j On the rocks and stumps in Butler’s Pond gather each bright and sunny day many turtles who seem to have nothing to do in life but to enjoy the sun- shine. From the hour when we awake in the morning until long after sunset, the songs of birds greet us from all sides. They, too, apparently have nothing to do but to sing all through the long day. A little thought, however, will show that both must spend much of their time in hard work simply to secure food for themselves and their young, and that their moments of leisure and song must be followed by intervals of work and care. Two useful lessons may be drawn from the turtles and birds by all who wish to live suc- cessful lives:—To work hard while they work so that they may have leisure for enjoying the daily blessings and to be contented with a simple life� which will make them burst forth into song in their moments of leisure. j j School spirit requires that the individual should forget himself for the interest of the school. It means that whatever is worthy for the school to undertake will receive hearty and full support from all the pupils. On the athletic teams the aim of each pupil will be to have in each place the best player and not necessarily the one who wishes the position. That the one who cannot take any active part will give support and en- couragement to those who have greater powers. That at all times the promotion of the general welfare of the school will be sought, even at the expense of the individual. THE (iOLDEN - ROD Fisherman's Luck By Robinson Murray. Two families from different towns were spend- ing the summer camping near a pretty lake in western Massachusetts. In one of the families there was a boy about fifteen years old, and in the other a boy slightly younger. They were both very fond of trolling for pickerel, and in the course of their fishing had become acquainted. So it happened, that on a warm day in the middle of July, the two boys were lying together under a grove of piue trees. “ Well,” said Tom, the younger, “ it would be a hard job to carry a rowboat a mile on an old squeak}’ pair of wagon wheels, even if the pond is full of pickerel. But if we can get your father’s horse tomorrow it will lighten the job considera- bly” “I’ll ask him,” answered Leo, “but I’m afraid he will want to use him tomorrow to go to town- It would be just our luck. I’ll go home and see if we can have him and be around early tomorrow, We can go just the same, even if it is cloudy, because the pickerel will bite better.” The pond of which they were talking, was a small millpond, used in winter, and then left un- used during the summer months. But as no one lived near it, it was fished very little, and the pickerel grew to a very large size. The boys had often been down to the pond and fished from the bank, but the big fish stayed out near the middle, and it was impossible to cast so far. There was an old dead pine tree which hung out over the water, and this was a favorite place for the pick- erel, while the roots were the favorite resort of turtles for sunning themselves. The pond was surrounded by woods, with the exception of the place where the mill stood, and the muskrats had their holes in the bank. The boys had often talked of going there with a boat, but had never at- tempted it. The next morning Leo was back, but without the horse. “It was just as I told you,” he said to Tom, who had come out, “Father couldn’t spare the horse this morning, because he had to drive to town. We’ll have to do the best we can with the wheels. It will be hard work, but we ought to be able to do it. The boys after considerable tugging, got the boat on the wheels and everything in it. “ It won’t take very long,” said Tom, as they started, “this is a good deal lighter than I sup- posed. But when they had gone a little way, it began to grow heavier, and at the end of a short time they had to stop, panting. “ It wasn’t so light as I supposed,” said Tom. “ I guess we have got more of a job than we bar- gained for; anyway, let’s get at it again. This kind of travelling was kept up until they had covered about one-third of the distance, when both boys felt pretty well tired out. “We’ve come this far any way,” said Leo, “and we might as well keep going as to turn back. We’ve past the worst of it now, and the rest will come more easy.” In course of time they came to the edge of the pond, tired, but happy. “Now we can have our fun,” said Tom, with a sigh of relief. After a rest they put the boat in the water and started out to enjoy their fishing. “There,” said Tom, “I’ve forgotten the landing net, but then, perhaps, we won’t need it anyway. I’ll row first, and you can troll for a while.” For two or three minutes they rowed along in silence, when Leo’s line tightened with a jerk and the reel began to hum. “ Stop rowing, Tom,” he cried excitedly, “ I’ve got one.” lie waited a minute impatiently, to give the fish time to swallow the bait, and then gave a jerk. The line came in without resistance. “ There,” said Leo, “ I’ve lost him; that’s a shame. I ought to have let him have it longer; he must have swallowed the bait and then let go the hook. You bet I’ll pull quicker if I get another bite. That fish must have been a beauty.” But Leo’s luck seemed to have gone with the fish he had lost, and not another bite did he get for fifteen minutes; then Leo and Tom changed places. “ I wonder,” said Tom as he took the pole, “what makes the line drag so heavily, it feels as if there was something hanging on the end of it.” “No wonder you didn’t get a bite,” he said as he pulled in the line. “Your hook is all covered with weeds. You must have struck them right after you got that bite. There may be pleuty of large fish iu this pond, but I haven’t seen anything of them yet.” “There, I’ve got one this time,” he said, as he pulled his line in excitedly. “ I can feel him pull.” This time it was a fish, but a very small one, THE GOLDEN - ROD smaller a good deal thau the boys had caught from the bank. “ Well, if this is the size we are going to get for all our trouble ’ said Tom, “ I wish we’d either stayed at home, or left the boat and fished from the bank. But then, we’ve only just begun, and we’ve got plenty of time yet. It isn’t twelve, but I begin to feel hungry already. This boat isn’t any too dry, either. Oh, I put our lunch under the seat, and if the water has reached that, our dinner will be pretty well spoiled.”. “ Well, you better find out quick,” said Leo, disgustedly. “ We’ll have to go without our dinner if it has.” Imagine their disgust to find the box floating around in the water and almost everything in it soaked. One sandwich on top had not been touched, but what was that for two hungry boys ? They were both pretty well discouraged. “ I say, let’s go ashore and rest for awhile, and then fish from the bank; I’m sick of this,” said Leo. Tom began to wind in his line, when the pole almost bent double, and the reel began to buzz at a rate that threatened to break the line. Tom lost his balance and almost fell out of the boat. This time it really was a pickerel, for both boys saw him when he jumped, and he was a beauty. Tom played him for awhile, and in a few minutes more the fish gave up and was pulled into the boat. “ Isn’t he a dandy ?” said Leo, as the fish lay gasping and flopping in the boat. “ He’ll weigh at least three pounds, and he’s as fat as a butter-ball. That’s the kind we came here for. I knew there were big ones here if we could catch them. There are so many little herring in the pond that I guess the pickerel have about all they want to eat. Our lunch is spoiled, but I’ll tell you what we can do, we can go ashore and make a fire and cook the small pickerel. It won’t be very much, but it will be something, and he’s almost too small to take home.” They rowed ashore, and Leo collected wood for the fire, while Tom cleaned the fish. The boys were so busy that they did not notice that the sun had gone behind the clouds and the sky was dark. But just as they had started the fire nicely, and the pickerel was about half done, it begau to sprinkle, and in a few minutes it poured in tor- rents. They had just time to grab the fish and run for the old mill to escape a drenching. The fish was hardly worth eating, but the boys ate it with a relish, and with that and the sandwich that had not been spoiled, they had to be content. The storm passed in an hour, leaving the boat and everything in it extremely wet. “I think I’ve had enough of this kind of fishing,” said Leo. “ It’s almost two o’clock now, and with the muddy roads, it will take us a long time to get home. I say let’s quit and start home.” The roads were so muddy that it was very hard pushing, and it was almost five o’clock before the boys got home, and pretty tired boys they were, too. “ I don’t think the day has turned out quite as well as we expected,” said Leo, as he left, but we had some fun, anyway, even if we did have to work for it.” v Crackers’ Luck A STORY OF A BOSTON NEWSBOY. By Clifford Bean, '07. “ Here’s yer evenin’ Herald, five o’clock, full account of the great railroad accident. Herald sir?’ “ Give me a Journal, boy.” “All sold out, here’s the Herald; lastest in.” This man was a stout gentleman, with a heavy gold watch chain and a white vest. He dropped a couple of coins in the hand of the newsboy, who put them into his pocket, while he repeated his cry. The sound was re-echoed at every street corner as far as you could see. “ Most all sold out, Crackers ? ” called out a new boy from the opposite side of the street. “ All but two. Buy me out, Spider, I want to go home this minute. “ Going to the great auction sale on Beacon street, to buy that house, I suppose,” said Spider, coming half-way over to buy the two papers. “No, sir, going the other way. My agent is out of town, and I must make some heavy purchases on Salem street,” which meant that he must go home and buy a loaf of bread at the baker’s, and two cents worth of milk at the corner grocery. The real name of our young friend was not Crackers, but Mike Mulloney. But almost all the newsboys had nicknames, and Crackers got his one day in the newsboys’ alley, while they were wait- ing for the last edition of the Herald. Spider was so-called from his long, awkward legs and arras. He had just sung the latest popular song per- formed in the negro minstrels, with immense ap- plause, when Mike Mulloney mounted an empty beer barrel, and said: “ Feller citizens, if you THE GOLDEN- ROD want ter get rich, don’t try ter be honest. Gentle- men look at me. I came ter this ’ere city barefooted and ragged, now look at my good clothes ! ” They consisted of a pair of his father’s trousers, cut down, and a patched shirt, while his bare toes stuck through a pair of ragged shoes. “I didn’t get them by being honest, I was so poor, then, feller citizens, that I hadn’t a cent in my pocket, now its full of ’em.” Here he jingled a half a pint of coppers. “ But I didn’t come honestly by them —no-sir-ee, I got ’em government contracting. I say, feller citizens, I was so poor that I lived on one cracker a day; now I dine on turtle soup at the Parker House.” When he said that, they tipped over the barrel and he spoiled his good clothes by falling into the mud. There was more truth than fancy in poor Mike’s story on one cracker a day, for once, when his mother, who was never strong, was too sick to work, the family were reduced to one cracker apiece. If the newsboys had thought there was any truth in it, they would never have called their friend “ Crackers,” but would sooner have made up a purse for him on the spot. As soon as he had sold out to Spider for two cents, he started on the run for home—if the dark musty den in a miserable alley off Salem street, could be called a home. His mother, who was sick with a headache, had her head tied up. “ Here is some money, Mike, just tell the grocer to send me two ounces of the best tay, and some bread and a little sugar.” “ Take away yer money,” replied Crackers, “ haven’t I a pocket full of the same, as a man should have that has a family to support? ” The boy threw down a large handful of cents on the table. “ Don’t touch ’em, Pat, you rogue,” as his young brother made a dash at the pile, “ here’s one, a bright one I’ll give ye, and I’ll take ye along to buy a stick o’candy. Hold on, me boy, let’s have another look at it,—Gold, by cracker! ” he cried. “ Indade it is that, Mike,” said his mother, ex- amining it. “ Five dollars. Hooray! Let’s all go up to Copeland’s to ice cream and oysters. Come on, Pat.” “ But where did you get it, Mike ? ” said his mother. “ How should I know who ’tis that throws gold bits round in such a fashion? Somebody gave it to me for a cent, just as I did to Pat. What? I saw the old feller give me a new cent, with a watch chain as big as yer finger and a white vest. lie won’t miss it.” “ Well, if you keep it, you will grow up to be a thief. You should carry it around in your vest pocket, and when ye see the man again, just ask him has he missed a pocket-piece.” Mike was earning money bravely now, and many comforts found the way into their house through his hands, but he and his mother said little about the schooling that he was missing and about which he felt badly. About a week after the discovery of the gold piece, somewhat to his disappointment, he saw the “ Old Fatty ” coming down the street. “ Have a paper, sir, Journal, Traveler and Herald?” He shook his head. “ I bought one of you the other day, I dare say, but I just bought one up the street,” said the man. “ I think there was some mistake about the change. Did you miss a gold piece ?” “ Why, yes, Nelly’s five dollar gold piece, that her uncle sent her from California. I went to the jeweler’s the very next day to have a pin made of it, and no gold piece was to be found.—Just my luck ! I must have given it away to some rascal for a cent,” said the old gentleman. “Well I guess not, mister, you gave it to a gentleman, and that’s me, sir, and here it is. Here’s yer evenin’ Herald, Journal and Traveler.” “ Look here, youngster,” said he, walking around to him to attract his attention, “ What shall I give you for your honesty?” “ Nothing at all. I don’t ask a cent for being a thief. It’s your luck you fell in my way, sir. Next time you throw round yer gold pieces, see that yer among honest fellers, like me.” “ What can I do for you?” replied the old man. . “ Well, if you insist upon it, give me your card, sir, and I will sell you a paper at your office, if it’s, on my beat, sir.” “ Confound the little rascal,” thought Mr. Wales, for that was his name, “ how does he know I have an office instead of a store. Call about five o’clock tomorrow, at----Tremont street,” he said to Mike. “ All right sir, have a paper? ” The Old South clock was striking five when Crackers entered Mr. Wales’ office the next day with his papers. “ Journal? ” said he. “How much money can you make a day? What is your name?” asked Mr. Wales. THE GOLDEN - ROD “ Michael Mulloney, Crackers for short—I can make all the way from fifty cents to two dollars ” “And go to the theatres, and treat your chums to oyster stews when work is brisk? ” questioned Mr. Wales. “Perhaps I do, and perhaps I don’t,” said Crackers, advancing toward the door. “Good evening, sir.” “Wait a moment, my boy.,r Mr. Wales scratched away on a sheet of paper. “ Take this note to your mother.” He fumbled in his desk while he sealed it. Crackers gave the letter a shove down into the bottom of his pocket, and went out crying “ papers,” down the street. “ Here, Mother,” he said, “Fatty sent you a letter. I guess there’s fifty cents in it for my honesty.” Mrs. Mulloney opened it, and a hundred dollar note fell out. She gave a startled cry of delight, and gasped with surprise. Never in all her life had Mrs. Mulloney seen or had in her possession a one hundred dollar note. She could supply all her wants and put the remainder in the bank for her boy and send him to school the next week, and Mr. Wales would come around and see that she was all right. Crackers did not want to have Spider know it, but he found it out, as he was missed on his beat. He and his mother moved into light and airy rooms and a sewing machine took the place of wash-tubs. Crackers sat in the new home and studied his books. Crackers graduated from the High school; and after a four years’ course at college, he entered business. Some months ago he married the only daughter of Mr. Wales, and eventually he wil] share with his wife, the immense fortune of the old gentleman. - Crackers still clings to the motto: “Honesty is always the best policy.” j Did you ever have the feeling that you were a sort of wild animal on exhibition? No? Well then tell me how you feel when you come down stairs about one o’clock and see all the freshmen of the afternoon session lined up in the corridor watching you. The Palace By Marion E. Lewis. “ Then where shall we live this winter? ” cried Elizabeth as the curtain went down after the fourth act. “ You will not even consider a flat. Very well, I absolutely refuse to spend another week in that boarding house.” This was the end of a long controversy made possible by the intolerable dullness of the play,—a discussion in which the only point where we agreed was that it was a mistake to try to econo- mize by spending nine-tenths of our time in a most uninteresting and dismal boarding house, in order that we might show ourselves in good society with an occasional burst of extravagance. “ I’m sick and tired of being poor,” she said at last. “ I’d like to live in a great house full of servants, and soft lights, and velvet silence, with a large library and music room. I know that I would not be bored and restless, like those pale-faced crea- tures who usually live in such magnificence.” This outburst was cut short by the rising of the curtain. When leaving the theatre, we met Mrs. St. Clair, one of what I generally called Elizabeth’s “ high-life friends.” As she was about to step iuto her carriage she called back to my wife, “Come and see us tomorrow without fail. I have a suggestion to make.” “ Probably some old charity affair,” remarked Elizabeth as we dismally climbed to the Sixth Avenue Elevated. “ Perhaps she is going to give us her house in town,” I added imaginatively. “You were right,” Elizabeth fairly shouted when I returned the next evening to our forlorn little rooms. “ She wants us to have it, to go and live in her Fifth Avenue Palace for the winter, while she and her husband are in Venice ; servants and horses all at our disposal. Just imagine ! ” The dinner bell interrupted here, and we post- poned our debate over the situation until evening. Naturally enough it did not take us long to decide to accept the invitation. The next few days were spent in preparation and anticipation of our new pleasure, and at last we were really settled in Mrs. St. Clair’s home. Our first dinner was served amid much grand and stately stiffness, butlers stauding around like iron dogs, a footman breathing on the backs of our necks, and such hushed and reverent air that we scarcely dared talk aloud. THE GOLDEN - ROD We kept up the stately ceremony for a week, without a let-down, till Sunday afternoon when I met Elizabeth in the reception hall, dressed for the street. “ Where are you going? ” I asked. “ For a walk, I guess.” “ Why don’t you drive? ” said I rather reprov- ingly. She regarded me with a curious expression and then said, “I can’t ride alone in that big carriage. I feel as though everybody were examining my last winter’s hat which I still wear. I much pre- fer to walk. You’d better walk with me.” “ No, I was coming down from the pool room this afternoon and got lost in the conservatory. I’m completely tired out.” After supper that evening we sal quietly in the library, a room tastefully arranged with leather hangings and massive furniture of black walnut, with rich oriental rugs in deep crimson laid over a highly polished floor. “ It’s a bit gloomy in here,” I said, “ let’s go into the drawing room.” “Oh, no! It’s so stiff and slippery in there,” replied Elizabeth. “ We’d better stay right here,” she continued quietly, and then with a burst of frankness, “ I’ve tried every room in the house, and I don’t seem to fit a single one. Don’t you wish we could find a little cosy room, where we might escape from this graudeur for a breathing spell, once in a while? ” We had had just eight weeks of it, when one night Elizabeth came in to dinner, her face full of joy. “ Oh, I know what you’ve been doing,” she cried, “ I saw you on the other side of the street as I was going into the flat.” “ Yes, I’ve been making arrangements to rent it,” I added with as much of an off-hand manner as I could assume. “ We’ve got to live somewhere when the St. Clairs come back, and I thought I might as well give in to you.” “ But isn’t this a bit early to be renting it? ” Elizabeth persisted. I glanced at her face as she spoke, and we both burst into shouts of rather shame-faced laughter, to the great horror of two rigid footmen who rightly regarded The Palace as a place sacred to gloom and grandeur. “ I can’t live in this tomb another week,” I con- fessed when we had got out of range of the foot- man’s ears. “ Can’t we arrange it some way?” “Let’s steal away tomorrow and leave the key under the mat,” giggled Elizabeth. “ IIow about the Sr. Clairs? ” I asked hesitating- ly, with some slight twinges of conscience. Elizabeth picked up a letter from the table and flourished it triumphantly. “ They have changed their plans,” she shrieked, and will be back Friday.” I think that when we thanked Mr. and Mrs. St. Clair for solving the “ house problem” for us, they didn’t fully understand what it meant. j Zhc StrenuosftE of School Xife It was about half-past three of a certain Monday afternoon in the middle of March. The janitor was peacefully reclining in his Morris Chair (?) in his sumptuous apartment in the basement, regaling himself with a piece of classic literature. Sud- denly sounds and outcries from the upper story reached his ears. After a moment’s serious con- templation, he arose from his bed of leisure, and stood listening. The sounds increased in volume and intensity, and our valiant kuight of the coal- hod no longer hesitated, but arming himself with a poker and a jack-knife he stealthily commenced to wend his way skyward. At the second floor he stopped to listen. Over his head the mysterious noises redoubled in power. Lightly and grace- fully our noble hero surmounted the last flight of stairs and breathed a sigh of relief as l c neared the scene of conflict. Now came his strong de- tective instincts; murderous cries, and the scuttle of many feet might have had a tendency to confuse a less able man, but without hesitation or fear our gallant swain betook himself straightway to the door of Room 12 the Chemical labratory. Seizing the knob of the door he gave a mighty pull. The frail barrier yielded to his persuasive powers, and he entered. What a scene of carnage and deso- lation met his eyes! Back he fell through the door in a faint overcome by his exertions. The scene presented to his eager eyes was this : four charming young senior girls of the cooking class playing hand-ball up against the black-board with cream of tartar biscuits. “ All the great men are dyiug and I don’t feel very well myself.” B—ltz—er, ’05. T1IE GOLDEN - ROD V. M. C A. BUILDING OPENS No one attraction in a given community is of greater interest to the average High School fellow than the Young Men’s Christian Association, even in a city where High Schools have gymnasiums as a part of their plant the association gets a goodly proportion of the live fellows for the Athletics and Basket Ball. The reason for this is easy to find but can not be given here for lack of space. The Quincy Y. M. C. A. will soon open their new and handsome plant on Washington street. Whatever may be said of the wooden building; when the interior is inspected it challenges criticism both from point of artistic effect and arrangement. Quincy at last has a place for its young men equal in equipment to any city of its size and sur- passing the average. The gymnasium is larger, and more perfectly lighted and arranged than that of Brockton or even Cambridge. In fact the plan permits of everything required in a fully equipped athletic department. A pair of handsome bowling alleys have for two months attracted much attention. Locker and bath are modern and good style in every way. A lot in the rear of the building is large enough for practice of field athletics. Indoor athletic meets will therefore be a feature in Spring and Fall. Special gymnasium classes and other work for students are scheduled and classes are already in operation. A track team is being talked of to compete with other associations; all this under the direction of a trained Physical Director. In addition to the Physical Department and its equipment is the main building handsomely ap- pointed ; including reading and game room, fire place and social rooms. The Club feature and the social atmosphere of the place are two features hard to describe but which every fellow will feel upon entering. The Special Student ticket is within the reach of every fellow. Be sure and call and look over the building at your earliest opportunity. TilE GOLDEN - ROD “J6 Special Deliver ? ” He looked about with anxious eyes, To where the teacher stood, For teachers are most wond’rous wise ; That well he understood. Each pupil o’er his book was bent, He glanced up at the time, Five minutes now already spent— How quick the flight of time ! Again he scans the teacher’s face Then glances ’cross the aisle, ’Tis just about three feet of space, He sees the master’s smile. He wonders if the teacher knew, Or has he understood ? His face assumes an ashen hue. Oh ! if he only could Just toss that note to Harry James Who sits across the aisle. Why must he take so many pains His teacher to beguile ? Ah, ha ! a thought springs in his mind And now his terror’s fled. He does not wait a chance to find To pass that note ahead. But turning up his trouser leg About an inch or two He tucks it in so well that not A corner is in view. His foot creeps slowly ’cross the aisle, A moment of suspense ! And Harry’s shoestring then unties In innocent pretence. He stoops to the offending knot And grasps the note instead. The master innocent of the plot, Sedately walks ahead. And if there’s any boy who now “ Revealed ” his secret sees, Upon my knees I’ll humbly beg Sincere apologies. M. E. L. “ And still his tongue ran on : The more they tried to stop it The faster did it go, Until for common men there was no show.” C. C—11—ns, ’05. “ It is better to be little than not at all.” Craig, ’05. Quaint Epitaphs of Quaint Quinces Beneath this stone in a shady nook S—r—1 sits with a downward look. You can’t get him away, For he’ll sit there all day, Reading forever a Woll’ston “Brown” book. B—y—n beneath this stone so gray, Lies enshrouded to this day. Still he is talking With tongue ne’er balking, While friends wish he’d gone t’other way. Here lies the body of poor Miss W— s— Whose life was wholly devoid of rest. Sometimes ’twas ’04, ’05 us’lly more Who kept her thinking which she liked best. Here lies a young fellow named W-------n, Who ne’er came to school with his vest on. lie created a sensation And won the admiration Of the girl with the turkey-red waist on. Here lies the residue of pretty Miss II----. Before St. Peter would undo the latch He asked, “ Who is there ? ” She said “ Don’t dis-pair, But kindly just give me the loan of a match.” When Miss R-------lived she had a wonderful Lee, And gained through him the highest degree, For she was the lass Of the ‘05 class, Who graduated with an “ LL. D.” j v “ While chasing ads. I’ve worn out all my shoes, ’Till naught is left of me except the blues.” J—n k—ns, ’05. j In History II,—“To whom did Henry the Seventh marry his son Arthur ? ” S-----, confidently, “To Ferdinand and Isa- bella.” jt w The following acted as officials at the girls’ games. Mr. and Mrs. Harper, Mr. and Mrs. Howlett, Miss Souther, our faithful girls’ manager, Miss Guild, Mr. Merry and Mr. Thompson. This meet showed that the Quincy High School girls made the most of their opportunities, limited though they are in the accommodations for athletics, and the vigor and pleasure which were evident in their sport proved them worthy of better things. THE GOLDEN - ROD I lampton Institute In response to a request we have received an article from Miss Corinne Hayward, a former editor of the Golden Rod. Miss Hayward is now located at the Hampton Institute, Hampton Va. Her article gives a brief idea of the work being done in the South at the present time for the education of the Negroes and the Indians of our country. Miss Hayward as private secretary to the principal of the school has ample opportunity to become well acquainted with her subject.—[Ed.] It is a difficult problem to know what to tell you about Hampton in the space allotted to me for there are many things that must of necessity be left unsaid which might prove far more interesting to the readers of The Golden Rod than these few facts which I will endeavor to set before you. The school is pleasantly located on an inlet of Hampton Roads, Virginia, about three miles from Old Point Comfort and Fort Monroe. The grounds contain over 88 acres and there are about 60 buildings, besides Shellbank’s Farm, from four to six miles away, where there are 600 acres with all the buildings necessary to a well equipped farm, and dormitories for the boys and girls who remain there with a few teachers. There are enrolled here over 700 negro and 100 Indian students whose ages vary from 15 to upwards of 20 years, besides 500 colored children from the neighborhood who attend the Whittier school of primary and low grammar grades. Hamp- ton's young people are instructed in academic studies and also in practical work at the Trade School, where courses in 15 different trades are given, students being allowed, as far so possible, to select those which are most congenial to their tastes. The girls are taught cooking, sewing, laundering and all practical household work. Much stress is laid upon agriculture for both boys and girls, the girls having gardens where they are taught the propagation of various plants, while the boys have the larger work about the farm where they see put into practice the principles learned in the class room. There is also a course in dairying. I cannot begin to tell you how intensely inter- esting it is to go through the Trade School and watch the boys at their work. In the carpenter shop you may find them making chairs, tables and other articles of furniture, or perhaps a house is being built or repaired somewhere on the grounds and they will be busy constructing doors, window- frames, etc. In another department they may be found at work upon harnesses or shoes. Thus it is in all the departments. The first year boys will be found, of course, occupied with the elementary exercises, while the second or third-year students have the finer woik to do, and if they are carpen. ters or masons or tinsmiths, they may be out at work upon a house or some building which it may be deemed necessary to build or repair. The advantages which Hampton is endeavoring to give these, our red and black brothers and sis- ters, are too numerous to mention; as a prominent man has said : “ If I paid §10,000 a year for it, I could not possibly give my own small boy any- where in or about New York city the advantages that the negro child freely enjoys at Hampton In- stitute.” . The school is wholly supported by gifts. It re- ceives its share from the government fund which is annually distributed among the agricultural and mechanical schools of the country and the board of the Indian students is also paid by the govern- ment, but the colored students pay their own board ($10 a month) and the academic and industrial tuition of both races ($70 and $30 per year for each student) is contributed by friends of the school. Over -$80,000 has to be raised each year and meetings are held in many of the North- ern cities and resorts, both winter and summer, in order to lighten this burden. Numbers of people contribute regularly, however, and some give year- ly scholarships. To each of the latter a student is assigned who writes to his or her benefactor, as the case may be, at least once a year and oftener if the latter wishes to keep up a more brisk corres- pondence. These letters generally prove so inter- esting that the “donors” ask that the same students be assigned throughout all the years they attend the school. This period varies with the intelligence of the pupil and the courses taken. A boy completes his trade in three years, during which time he attends night school. Numbers of the boys and girls work during the day and are credited with a certain amount, for work done, at the treasurer’s office. Many students pay for their board and personal expenses in this way, obtaining no help from home. Sometimes a stu- dent attends night school throughout his entire stay at the school, but naturally this takes longer than if he went into day school during the latter part of his course, which is ordinarily from four to six years in length. Every day, except Monday, which is the school holiday, the bugle sounds at ten minutes after TilE GOLDEN - ROD twelve, the band begins to play and after a few moments in military drill the boys march into the students’ dining room where grace is sung by all the students before sitting down to their dinner. The drill is very helpful for there is a marked difference in the walk and carriage of the boys after a few months of this discipline. At night, directly after supper, prayers are held in the chapel to which all the students are ex- pected to go. On Sunday the Episcopal and Cath- olic students attend church in Hampton and Old Point, while the others have Sunday School from ten to eleven. The battalion forms for inspection at ten minutes after eleven and at half after that hour marches into church where services are held for all. Dinner is at one o’clock, after which the Indian students have their Christian Endeavor meeting and some of the senior and postgraduate boys and girls go “ missionarying” with a few teachers to some of the cabins in the vicinity, to the poorhouse, and to two small chapels where Sunday School services are held. At home in the girls’dormitories “ quiet hour” is observed from 2.30 to 4 o’clock and the girls are obliged to remain in their rooms without so much as whispering. The teachers generally take advantage of this quiet time also. One of them remarked to me not long ago : “ I really don't know what I should do if it were not for the quiet Sunday afternoons. They just keep me up all the week.” Perhaps the most delightful to me is the service held Sunday evenings at half after seven. For the first half hour the students, led by the Command- ant, Major Robert R. Moton, sing their old planta- tion melodies. Imagine, if you can, eight hundred students singing with all their hearts the songs which have been handed down as sacred by their fathers, their voices rising or failing in perfect accord with the slightest movement of the hand of their leader, —and even then you cannot obtain the faintest conception of the magnetism of that song service. The visitors’ portion of the hall is always crowded with those who perhaps are staying at some of the hotels or live in the vicinity. There is so much to say about the work of Hampton that I shall not even attempt to outline it. Suffice to say that the boys and girls arc trained in practical work in order that they may go out into the communities from which they came to us or into other portions of the country where they can do efficient work for their own people. Many of them establish small schools of their own which sometimes grow as the years go by and become powerful factors in their slate and country. Some of my readers will remember the talk that Dr. Booker T. Washington gave in High School hall a few years ago. Dr. Washington is a gradu- ate of Hampton and from the inspiration which he received here conceived the idea of establishing a similar school for his people in Alabama when he was recommended by General Armstrong to take charge of a school which a citizen of that state wished to have started there. That school, founded with the idea of doing some little good fortheracein the Black Belt of the South, has grown until instead of recognizing it as the child of Hampton one would take it for a sister institu- tion. This is only one of many cases. Hampton graduates, ever since the fir t of them left the small school started just after the war by General Samuel Chapman Armstrong in an old army barracks, have been steadily increasing the number of intelligent, citizens and educators. Some of them have attended the higher institutions of learning open to them and now teach in Tuskegee or similar schools, or are in the various professions. One, who is doing good work for his people throughout the South, and for Hampton in par- ticular, is Mr. W. T. B. Williams, Harvard, ’97. In closing let me extend to you a most cordial invitation to come and see for yourselves what is being done for your brothers and sisters here in the Southland. Tlieie are always guides to show visitors about the grounds and through the in- dustrial departments of the school and you will be repaid by seeing one of the most wonderful in- stitutions in the world. Corinne Louise Hayward. IRcunion The classes of ’00, ’01, ’02, ’03, and ’04 held a most enjoyable reunion on Saturday evening April 15th, in High School Hall. Socially, the affair was one of the most successful ever held. Financially, there was a slight deficit, which, how- ever, was made up without serious difficulty from the class treasuries. During the first part of the evening music and entertainment were furnished by mandolin and glee clubs from the Institute of Technology. Later dancing was in order and continued until eleven- thirty. Thanks are due to the committee and to Mr. J. Brooks Keyes for the successful manage- ment of the affair. THE GOLDEN-ROD School Notes $ Wanted : A waiting room at the corner of Hancock street and Butler road for youthful swains who wait for their lady friends. Wanted : Expert conversationalists for the dentist’s son at recess and other times. Wanted: Information as to a certain lunch sold at the Soph’s candy sale. Who took Miss K--------’s happy family from Room 7 ? Ask Miss I)----- who is the poorest speller in stenography. Somebody asked II------II----- if he had come back for a post-graduate course. The nerve of some people! History IV and English IV are two of the most popular courses in the school. What young man and lady ought to be spanked and put to bed ? It has been suggested that Miss K------ collect her specimens for biology from the drinking cups, as there is no record of there being otherwise removed. The school is fortunate in possessing so many pupils of musical tastes. Prominent among them is W-----’05. Bill can everlastingly tickle the ivories. H-----, ’06 has a most engaging smile which has great attractions for the fair sex. What an awful appetite one of the teachers develops just about mealtimes! Anything from fig-bars to lemon pies. Miss M----- in a recent dispatch from Maine said that she was seriously contemplating setting up a jewelery store, using as her stock in trade the various articles presented by her former pupils,— pins, brooches, rings, thimbles, etc. History IV is developing a fine set of debaters. E-----’05 leads them all. It is whispered about in the select circles of the school that Miss E---R-------, ’05 is attempting to make a record for tardiness that can not be equalled by any of her class-mates. We see you in the office quite often E---. The report comes from reliable authority that B----and V------arc to accept an engagement of two weeks at Austin Stone’s, posing under the respective titles of “ The Giant and the Midget of 1905.” Ask H------to write you a business letter. That is his long suit. Mr. E------and M iss G-----left school about the same time. A base scandal to the effect that they had eloped was in circulation at one time. Mr. T------ is fast becoming a young Sherlock Holmes in the detection of crime. R----------was detected in the act of throwing snow-balls by no less evidence than the size of his foot-prints in the the snow. Honorable mention and a medal should be awarded. Has any member of the cooking class escaped indigestion ? Can it be that our base ball captain is selecting a queen ? Alas! he is attentive to a King. Miss J-----'05 seems to take great pleasure in feeding her troop of trained mice. You gentlemen in English IV C should first get the right subject and then go to L-------- for in- formation. Who said this: “Mr.----, you better come down and try that over again ? ” Sounds kind of familiar doesn’t it ? A subscription paper should be circulated for the purpose of raising funds for the purchase of a bottle of hair tonic. Can anyone guess who needs it? One of the Senior girls was surprised to find out that Mr. T------ was married. She thought he would have more sense. THE GOLDEN - ROD Athletics Our jfootball Season of 1904 As we look back upon our season of 1904 from the point of view of what con- re? ) stitutes a successful season, we are compelled to ac- W knowledge that it was not what we would make it if it could be played over again. Reasons for this are not hard to find. Certainly lack of success can not be laid to the schedule as the teams we met were none of them out of our class. As to the coaching it would be at least indelicate for one who had a share in it to criticise. The material at hand at the beginning of the season was up to the average in physical strength but far below in foot ball experience. To develop a championship team two things are absolutely necessary, the enthusiastic support of the student body and a few experienced members of a previous team, for foot ball is not a subject which can be learned in one season. As we had neither of the above essentials it is not surprising that our season was at the most mediocre. However, from a glance at the schedule of the games played we can learn something to interest and encourage us. It is a credit to our team that it showed constant development toward the end of the season, and at times, notably in the second game with Roxbury and that with Watertown, gave evidence of that foot ball spirit which characterizes every winning team. As we look back upon those games and see them in their true perspective the thought ought to come to us that if we expect to make a success of our athletics it can only be done as in other lines of action by plenty of hard work and the resolve never to be contented with defeat. Percy Fowler Parsons. Zbc ®ase 36all ©utloofe As in foot ball we are handicapped at the start by lack of seasoned material but fortunate in hav- ing for our pitcher and captain a fellow student who deserves our confidence. It is early in the season to speak in any degree of confidence about the team and its future. Among those trying for places are the following: Catchers,—Burke and Nichols. Pitchers,—Capt. Gram and C. Campbell. 1st basemen,—Doyle and Duncan. 2d basemen,—Reilly and C. Campbell. Short stop, — J. Elcock and S. Williams. 3d basemen,—Fallon and Jordan. Fielders, — Bass, F. Williams, Dunn, McClure, Loud and Connors. The schedule follows : April 19,—Alumni at Quincy. April 21,— Ilingham at Hingham. April 25,—Milton at Milton. April 28,—Weymouth at Weymouth. May 2,—Milton at Quincy. May 5,—Adams at Quincy. May 9,—Somerville at Somerville. May 12, — 11i ngham at Quincy. May 16,—Weymouth at Quincy. May 19, —Open date. May 23, —Adams at Quincy. May 26, —Revere at Quincy. June 2,—Thayer at Quincy. June 6,—Waltham at Waltham. June 9,—Roxbury at Quincy. June 13,—Open date. Q. H. S.f ; Q. H. S. Alumni, 9 Quincy High school opened the base ball season at Merrymount Park on Patriots’Day and defeated a team made up of recent alumni of the school by a score of eleven to nine. It was more or less of a practice game and for the most part, the playing was devoid of interest to the spectators. The interest centered in the new players, Capt. Gram being the only member of last year’s team to play this year. On the whole the new players showed up very well. The infield will undoubtedly be as strong as last year, but as yet the outfield is somewhat of a problem. In this game McClure, Williams, Loud, Dunn and Bass were tried in the outfield; Doyle and Duncan at first; Campbell at second : Elcock; shortstop; Reilly, third base; Gram, pitcher; and Nichols, catcher. The alumni played as follows : Fenno, catcher, Davenport, pitcher and center field ; Ewen, pitcher and first base ; Sanders, second base ; McLaughlin, short stop ; Patch, third base ; O’Brien, right field ; Bennett, centre field and first base ; Shortle, left field. Q. H. S., 5; H. H. S., 6 The first regular game of the season was played with Hingham High school at Hingham Friday afternoon, April 21, the visiting team being the losers by the close score of six to five. Consider- ing the fact that the Hingham team was nearly of the same make up as the one defeated last year by Quincy in a ten inning contest and that the Quincy team was made up of new players, the game was most creditable from a Quincy point of view. Quincy High proved weak at the bat, the members of the team getting only four safe hits off Studley’s delivery. Hingham got eight hits, THE GOLDEN-ROD but these were well scattered and had it not been for two costly errors, the score might have been different. At the end of the seventh inning the score was three to two in Hingham’s favor. Quincy came to the bat in the eighth and with two safe hits, aided by two costly errors, made the score five to three. But Hingham got three in the eighth, and as the Quincy players went out in order in the ninth, Hingham was one run ahead. The Quincy boys were somewhat disappointed at the outcome of the game, but they feel confident to reverse the score in a second game with the same team later in the season. The summary : Quincy High School. A. B. K. B. H. P. 0. A. E. Nichols, c., 4 1 0 10 2 1 Doyle, lb., 3 1 0 6 0 1 Campbell, 2b., 5 1 0 2 0 0 Gram, p., 3 1 1 2 4 0 Reilly, 3b., 4 1 1 1 1 0 Elcock, ss., 4 0 2 0 2 2 Bass, cf., 3 0 0 0 0 0 Dunn, cf., 1 0 0 0 1 0 Loud, If., 2 0 0 0 0 0 Williams, rf., 4 0 0 3 0 0 Totals, 35 5 4 24 10 4 Hingham High School. A. B. r. B. H. P. 0. A. E. Henderson, c., 4 0 0 14 2 1 Burr, 3b., 3 2 1 0 0 0 Luce, ss., 1 1 0 1 2 0 Price, If., 4 1 1 2 0 0 Studley, p., 3 1 2 0 3 1 Daly, cf., 4 1 1 0 1 0 Grigg, lb., 4 0 2 8 1 1 Scully, 2b., 2 0 1 2 2 2 Lincoln, rf., 4 0 0 0 0 1 Totals, 29 6 6 27 10 6 Sacrifice hits- -Luce, Lincoln. Stolen bases — Burr (2,) Luce, Price, Campbell, Stud ley (3,) Grigg, Nichols, Doyle (3,) Elcock (3.) First base on balls—Off Studley, 2; off Gram, 4. First base on errors—Hingham, 2; Quincy, 5. Struck out—by Studley, 11; by Gram, 8. Wild pitch— Studley. Time —1 hour, 50 minutes. Umpires— Thompson and Burr. Score by innings, 123456789 Hingham High, 20100003 —6 Quincy High, 10000103 0 — 5 j j Girls as well as boys like athletics. At least, such is the case with Quincy High School girls. Although during the winter months there is no place for exercise in the school, it may be that on that very account basket ball and tennis are heartily welcomed with other indications of spring. For the last few years it has been customary for the girls and boys each to have an athletic meet. In 1904 the girls’ annual meet did credit to the school and spoke well for the interest and pride taken in athletics by the girls. For weeks all wishing to compete had been practicing during spare moments. The following table shows the results of the meet; results of which no class should be proud. '04. 03. 06. 07. 100 yards dash, S 1 Broad jump, 5 4 Potato race, 3 1 5 Sack rjfce, 5 4 Throwing goals, 7 2 50 yards dash, 8 1 High jump, 5 4 Obstacle race, 8 1 Three legged race, 6 3 Relay race, 5 3 1 Basket ball, 5 1 3 Tennis, 3 5 1 Tetherball, 3 5 1 16 ' 73 13 16 1st f Miss Cummings, '05. 2d } Miss Packard, '05. 3d ( Miss Duggan, '06. 1st f Miss Rhinos, '01. 2d } Miss Black lock. '05. 3d Miss Barbour, ’05. 1st ( Miss Harkins, 07. 2d ] Miss Cummings, 05. 3d ( Miss Duggan, '06. ( Miss Barbour, '05. 1 Miss Schillander, 07. ( Miss Allen, '07. ( Miss Packard, '05. Miss Sayward, '07. ( Miss Blacklock, ’05. ( Miss Packard, '05. ’ Miss Cummings, 05. ( Miss Duggan, 06. i Miss Rhines, '04. ) Miss Barbour, '05. ( Miss Blacklock, '05. ( Miss Packard, '05. Miss Blacklock, '05. (Miss Corey, ’06. Miss Fulton, 1 .A. Miss Barbour, ) UJ' 1 Miss Corey, j Miss Packard, ( uo' Miss Miller, I ,n- Miss Packard, ) ( Class 1905—1st. Class 1906—2d. ( Class 1907—3d. ( Class 1905—1st. Class 1907—2d. ( Class 1906—3d. ( Miss Sayward, 05. Miss Rhines, 04. ( Miss Fay, 06. f Miss Sayward, 05. Miss Rhines, 04. ( Miss Corey, 06. • Tied for second. TIFE GOLDEN - ROD The Class of 1905 One and eighty pupils are The Class of Nineteen Five. The first is Gertrude Allen, who To study art doth strive. The next is Benny Baltzer, A ferocious looking lad, And then comes Gertrude Barbour Whose behaviour’s rather bad. Miss Bernier, the next one, helps Miss Barbour to be good ; And Lilly Berry walks as if Her feet were made of wood. Now Molly Berry is the next. She’s neither short nor tall; And Alice Billington, you know, Is noisy though she’s small. Her careless writing is one thing For which Miss Blacklock’s known. Clark Boynton’s so conceited that He seems a prig full-blown. Now Gertrude Brennan is the one For clumsiness renowned, And Mamie Brown is. never near When there are boys around. The speech about the colonies Was made by Thomas Burke, And Helen Buxton walks around With something of a jerk. And Anna Cain is Abel to Support herself at least; But Charlie Campl ell, sad to say, From study never ceased. Mary had a little lamb Her name was Miss Carruthers ; And Winnie Church sits next to her— She’s different from all others. Miss Cleaves has such a birdlike voice, She really ought to brag, Unfortunately, Chester Collins, Likes to chew the rag. Then comes our corking Corcoran Whose reddish hair is black ; And next is Katherine Coughlan, who For English has a knack. May Coyle is one who tal.ks too loud, In all her recitations. The size and voice of Craig are not The best of combinations. Miss Cummings dodges frequently Out of her chaperone’s way. Miss Dow on Jordan’s stormy banks Doth cast a charming Ray. Our little friend, Miss Driscoll, looks As if she didn’t thrive. Though Mr. Dunn looks sound asleep He’s very much alive. Mr. Elcock is the one Who leads every debate ; And Stanley Ferguson, alas, To school is often late. Would that John Findlay might have kept His sweet soprano voice ; Maybe, perhaps, however, yet, Miss Flynn can make a noise. The countenance of Carl Fornell Bears such a chastened look ; Miss Fraser’s aspect shows that she’ll No opposition brook. Nancy Fulton always has Just loved all Greek and Latin ; And don’t you think Miss Galligan Would look sweet in red satin ? Our president, Carl Gram, has such A ruddy countenance ; And when Miss Hatch has sentiments She them in verses chants. Miss Hawkins is the next one. Her gait is strangely queer ; And Agnes Hedman’s dreadfully Obstreperous, I fear. Miss Hill is said to know it all In German, every day— However, our friend Harry Ilisten’s Bright in his own way. Miss Holteen studies all the time, From morning until night; And Alice Igo studies, too, Although she isn’t bright. Jenkins, the swell of society, Is known for his sobriety. Miss Jones’s notoriety Comes from her propriety. Miss Ellen King is looking round To find herself a queen. I’ve heard Miss Catherine Leary thinks Pink’s prettier than green. Melanie LeBlanc is very Vain about her size. About her “ sainted Francis ” doth Miss Lehman eulogize. Now Johnny Merrill is the greatest Beauty in our class, And Mary Morrissey is fond Of looking in the glass. You’d know Miss Neagle anywhere If you but saw her hair, You’d know Miss Newell, too, for when She walks she stops to stare. The next, Miss Packard is so bright, She fairly scintillates, And Abbie Penley in athletics Also radiates. TEE GOLDEN - ROD George Pinkham has the faculty Of talking through his hat. Lillian Pratt appears to be A trifle over stout. The next one is Miss Georgie Priest, Her German’s superline; And Stellae Rice has a winning smile Which is certainly divine. When Mildred Rogers graduates She’s going to keep a store. And Lou Ross, I regret to say, Thinks French an awful bore. The name of Newman Savage Is quite appropriate. Astronomy, of all her studies Doth Miss Say ward hate. Schillander seems so sweetly sad, And so does Mertice Shaw, Whose heavenly expression causes Reverential awe. Robina Skinner is a pearl Of great and costly price. And Elsie Snow, as you well know, Is fond of Rogers’ pies. Socials On December 21, 1904, the annual foot ball reception was given by the young ladies of the Senior and Junior classes. A delightful evening was spent in dancing and playing games. Mrs. Harper, Mrs. Parsons, Mrs. Thompson and Miss Souther very kindly assisted as matrons. The young men of the three upper class had in their charge the next social event which was a very enjoyable party given by them on March 10, 1905, to the young ladies of the same classes. The matrons were Mrs. Harper, Mrs. Parsons and Mrs- Thompson. The event of March 31, 1905, was the fourth annual concert of the school given without outside talent. A goodly sum of money was netted. By means of the proceeds received from these concerts the decorations of the school are increased. The following well rendered program was evidently much enjoyed by the audience : Part First. Lillie Spencer thinks that she’s Admired by all she knows; And Avard Sproul half of the time Is in a sort of doze. The next ones are the Sullivans One Will, the other C.; Of John L. Sullivan, they’re thought Near relatives to be. Teasdale, the one who follows, wears His heart upon his sleeve, And next comes Alice Thomas; To her sister she doth cleave. E’en though she innocent may look Miss Tobin’s full of guile, And Helen Troupe has, verily, A beatific smile. The next, majestic Vogel Who looks so dignified, And Marion West’s intelligence She really can not hide. Now our sweet William Weston smiles On every girl he sees. But Wheble doesn’t like the girls, They make him ill at ease. Helen Willett’s thought to be A.S broad as she is tall. And conscientious Williams is The very last of all. G. E. A., ’05. 1 2 3 4 5 6 8 9 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Overture,—Asmodeus T. H. Rollinson High School Orchestra. Chorus,—The Carnovale G. Rossini High School Chorus. Piano duet,—Festival March C. Teilman Misses Thomas and Tilton. Chorus,—Oh, Italia, Italia, Beloved Donizetti Orchestra,—The Last Hope Gottschalk Chorus,—Night M. Watson Piano Trio,—Faust A. W. Berg, Misses West, Farrington and Jones. Orchestra,—The Cavalier T. H. Rollinson Chorus,—Anchored M. Watson Part Second. Orchestra, —The Hunter’s Joy R. Gruenwald Chorus,—Old Folks at Home S. C. Foster Piano Solo,—Fra Diavolo Smith Miss Rosalie Le Blanc. Instrmental Trio,—(a) Stanchen Pache (b) Barcarolle Pache Messrs. C. Gram, E. Merrill and J. Merrill. Piano Duet,—La Chasse au Lion C. Rolling Misses Packard and Bizzozero. Chorus,—Serenade F. Schubert Orchestra,—Slavonic Dance G. Sarakowski Final Chorus,—Boatman’s Goodnight F. Schira Director of Music, Mr. E. Landis Snyder. Accompanist, Mr. William Weston. THE GOLDEN - ROD Compliments of - T. cHJFyN Y, Atlantic you can buy ice Cream Soda and College Ices for five cents. We get ten. U Worth it, too, the boys say. The WeehsTlill Pharmacy Adams Building BENT BUSH DESIGN' AND MAKE Class Caps With Embroidered Devices. Class Pins in Gold, Silver and Enamel. AT POPULAR PRICES 387 WASHINGTON STREET. BOSTON MF($. $. I. WOOD flMKncty; Room f Adams Building, Mourning orders taken at residence QUINCY without extra charge. Horace Partridge Co. BOSTON General Htbletlc Outfitters Baseball, Tennis, Track and Field Sports. 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