Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.

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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.

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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.