Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN - ROD Albert Winslow Prescott. “He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.” — Lamb. Ralph Leonard Robinson. “Whilcst that the child be young, let him be instruched in virtue and lyttcrature.” —Lily. Helen Almy Sayward. “A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.” —Tennyson. George Valentine Shiri.ey. “A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks, A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes.” — Whittier. Eugene Oakland Smith. “In general, those who have nothing to say, Contrive to spend the longest time in doing it. —Lowell. Rathburn Eaton Sprague. “Behold the child, by nature’s kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. — Pope. Myron Richmond Stebbins. “I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Among the swains to show my book-learned skill.” —Goldsmith. Rose Eleanor Sullivan. “Red as a rose is she.” —Coleridge. Walter Arnold Sutkrmeistek. “There’s mischief in this man.” —Shakespeo re. Nellie Estella Tallman. “Sighed and looked unutterable things.” —Thomson. Harold Thomas. “Like two single gentlemen, rolled into one.” —Coleman. Persis Anna Thompson. “O’er rough and smooth she trips along And never looks behind.” — Whittier. Etta May Thurber. “I am always in haste, but never in a hurry.” — Wesley. Anna Tinglof } Elvira Tinglof f “They are like each other as two peas.” —Swtft. Minnie Jane Travers. “Of stature tall, and straightly fashioned.” —Marlowe-. Eric Daniel Wallin. “Why should a man whose blood is warm within Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? ” —Shakespeare. Rebecca Florence Warshaw. “As merry as the day is long.” —Shakespeare. George Bennett Weston. “My only books were woman’s looks, And folly's all they’ve taught me.” —Moore. Lizzie Mabel White. “I cannot check my girlish blush. My color comes and goes.” —Kipling. Elsie Woll. “The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.” —Shakespeae. O. P. A. ’07. o j o» Wanted : In Room 21, another desk for Mr. Thomas’ books. Wanted : Some matches in the Physical Lab oratory. Wanted : For English IV' C, a book of long vowel verses. Wanted : Appropriation for a whistle for G-----W------in French III Here’s a toast to Mr. Hall, Who sometimes thinks he knows it all. Advice from others he doth spurn, But “there are others”—he must learn Here’s to those who go to school, Thinking that’s the place to fool ; If they soon do not get wise In June there’ll be a big surprise.

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THE GOLDEN-ROD Mary Agnes Henchey. “Her face, oh call it fair, not pale. ” —Coleridge. Bertha Evelyn Herne. “They mocked me for too much curiosity. ” —Shakespeare. F OSTER 11ITCHCOCK. “With just enough of learning to misquote.'’ —Byron. Charles Barstow Hull. “He is not only dull himself, but the cause of dullness in others.” —Johnson. Ethel Randlett Humphrey. “She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on.” —Sir John Suckling. Susan Clayton James. “Those curious locks so aptly twined, Whose every hair a soul doth bind.” —T. Car etc. Gertrude Marie Lacey. “Her air, her manners, all who saw admired.” —Byron. Thomas James Larkin. “The world’s great men have not commonly been great students.” —Holmes. Augusta C. Lehmann. “The blessing of her quiet life Fell on us like the dew.” — Whittier. Brandt Schuyler Lupton. “That tower of strength ” —Tennyson. Elizabeth Ruth Lyons. “Rouse the lion from his lair.” —Scott. Alice Gertrude Manley. “Her glossy hair was clustered o’er a brow' Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth.” —Byron. Francis Leo MacPherson. “Be bolde, be bolde, and every where be bolde.” —Spenser. Eugene Theodore Marceau. “Of studie took he moste care and heede Not a word spak he more than wasneede.” —Chaucer. Ida Maybelle Means. “Such a blush In the midst of brown was born.” —Hood. Ernest Samuel Merrill. “No duty could overtask him, No need his will outrun ; Or ever our lips could ask him, His hands the work had done.” — } w hit tier. Hattiemay Mitchell. “The clock upbraids me with a waste of time.”1 —Shakespeare. Lillian Weymouth Morrow. “If to her share some female errors fall, lAX)k on her face and you’ll forget them all.” —Pope. Frank Murphy. “Hitch your wagon to a star.” — Emerson. Robinson Murray. “Young fellows will be young fellow's.” —B lekerstaff. William Wass Nichols. “See the conquering hero comes, Sound the trumpets, beat the drums.” -T. Morell. Mercedes Ellen O’Brien. “And Frensch she spak ful faire and fetysly, After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe, For Frensch of Paris wfas to her unknown.” —Chaucer. William O’Brien. “I aw'oke one morning and found myself famous.” —Byron. Elizabeth Helen O’Neil. “She is not bred so dull but she can learn. —Shakespeare. Sarah Eliza Pawsey. “A sight to delight in.” —Southey. Max Olney Pinkham. “In his house he had a large looking-glass, be- fore w'hich he would stand and go through his exercises.” —Plutarch. Mabel Elizabeth Prario. “Softly her fingers wander o’er The yielding planks of the ivory floor.” —B. F. Taylor.

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THE GOLDEN-ROD Dick’s Dream. By Caro Sumner. During Mr. Crawford’s convalescence from a long illness, his small son, Dick, had appoint- ed himself “father's head nurse.” and when his physician prescribed an entire change to complete the recovery of his patient. Master Dick deemed it essential for his father's safety that he should accompany him. It was there- fore decided that the invalid should carry out a long cherished plan of visiting European scenes. It seemed to Dick, whose eight years had been spent in comparative quietude, that he was to he the principal actor in a long fairy tale. One evening, after a journey of several weeks through Germany, they came to a little village nestling among the mountains. In the quaint little inn the tired travelers were made very comfortable, and Mr. Crawford, much im- pressed by the beautiful scenery, determined to rest here some weeks. They spent many happy days exploring the wonderful surround- ings. An attractive playhouse for Dick was the pretty garden of the Inn. It was bordered by a thick hedge of tiny trees planted closely to- gether and was filled with little flower beds made in all sorts of queer shapes. Then, too, there were low benches where he would often lie and sleep away a long afternoon or sit and look up at the gray rocks heaped in imposing masses above him. And happy was he when the little old landlady would come and sit by him in the twilight and tell him wonderful stories of the fairies who fled to the surround- ing mountains when the great Emperor Charle- magne banished from his kingdom all fairy people. He lay, one evening, under a broad linden tree that grew in the garden, watching his hostess as she went about her evening tasks. From a distant hamlet, borne on the even- ing wind, came the sound of a sweet-toned bell, and as Dick lay looking up into the tall linden above him. it seemed that the leaves were keep- ing time with the soft intonations. The flowers, also, seemed to nod and wave and as Dick looked at them more closely, little forms Iwgan to emerge from among their golden stamens. In a moment the garden was filled with tiny, dancing creatures, while in their midst sat one who seemed to be their Queen. Dick hardly dared to stir, and all the time the little elves kept up a most fantastic dance. Suddenly they stopper! and Dick could hear only a faint murmuring of their silvery voices, and the rustle of their wings, lie knew that the fairies had discovered him. They hesitated for a moment and glanced instinctively toward their Queen. She was looking at Dick intent- ly. so intently that he hardly dared breathe. Suddenly she spread her silvery wings and in a second was at his side. She spoke in a low. sweet voice which was. nevertheless, command- ing : “How came you here?” But Dick was too much frightened to answer, and the fairy queen continued. “I know you have been sent by the cruel King with the Iron Crown, to spy upon us. He has banished us from his kingdom and we have found refuge in these flowers. But not satisfied with this, he must follow and persecute us. We are now more powerful than either you or the one you serve; we can never allow you to return to your cruel master, for you would tell him of our hiding-place. You must die.” And at a sign the little elves rushed upon him with their tiny spears and struck sharp thorns into his fingers until Dick cried with fear. ' ‘ I am not a spy. neither do I serve Charle- magne.” he sobbed. “I am only staying here for a short time with my father, and have read so much about you that I have longed to see what you were really like.” When the little army realized that he was no enemy, they put back their spears and dag- gers and their faces assumed a more friendly aspect. Dick, noticing this, took courage, and continued. “Tell me. are all the things that I have been reading about you. true?” One old dwarf who seemed to be a leader in the band, answered, “Many things are true, but others are not. There is one story which the peasants about here do not know and that