Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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1T1E GOLDEN-ROD Lieutenant M. Antony, P. C. First Prize, J. L. MURRAY On account of the limited size of the Golden-Rod it is impossible to print this story. Bud Ricker’s Apology Second Prize P. 11. MARDEN NOTICE All those desiring to form a school basket ball team will meet in Room 1 at the close of school today. McCraigan TTHIS NOTICE posted on the school bulletin attracted much attention throughout the day and at one-thirty a number of fellows gath- ered in room one to hear what the trainer had to say concerning basket ball. When McCraigan stepped into the room it was nearly filled and he immediately opened the discussion. He told them that they had a splen- did chance for a basket ball team in a school such as theirs, with a new gymnasium and a name for clean sports; and that there were at least six fellows in the school who had played before with Y. M. C. A. teams. In the end he asked those desiring to form a team to stand. Everybody stood. As the crowd slowly dispersed, it was easy to discern the most prominent fellows. Standing near the door, a tall well built fellow was slowly filling his pipe, at the same time keeping his eye on the door through which the trainer had passed Seated near him was a short, stocky lad, whose face would suddenly expand into an enormous smile, and as suddenly return to its former look of soberness as though ashamed of its hilarity. At the other side of the room was a fellow with light hair and blue eyes, whose bearing was athletic to say the least. This was Whitmarsh. Ricker, having filled his pipe to his satisfaction passed out with Raynor, and soon the rest dis- persed to their homes. Some explanation should be made here as to conditions at Rockridge High School at this time. A new gym. had just been presented to the pupils by a wealthy man of the town. They had raised enough money to hire a phy- sical director, and had obtained a young fellow by the name of McCraigan. Previous to this the only basket ball team was the Y. M. C. A. team which was really a high school team. The school committee, however, would not recognize a school team on their floor. But now, with a gym. of their own, a physical director and several good men to pick from, everything pointed to a successful winter. The day following the meeting in room one saw the first piactice. For a time things went smoothly, McCraigan criticising and helping each player. In his playing, Ricker had a pe- culiarstyle which the trainer very much objected to. He showed Ricker how to remedy it. After a few tries, however, he would return to his old style of shooting. McCraigan would immediate- ly remind him, however, and at last Ricker turned and swore at him. The trainer’s eyes flashed, but with scarcely a pause in his work he ordered him to leave the floor and to report to Mr. Brooks, the head master. This he did but not before he had given his opinion of the trainer to any one who would listen. Practice over, the players returned to their locker rooms and there, secure from the trainer’s ears, they talked over the events of the after- noon. Many were of the opinion that Bud, as Ricker was called, had gotton no more than he deserved. Conspicuous among these was Whit- marsh. Some of the others led by Raynor de- clared that McCraigon was too hasty and that anyone would have sworn under the circumstan- ces. Thus, opinion was pretty well divided. During the next week, at a class meeting, the seniors decided to hold a class party. In doing this they broke a custom of years and failed to give the juniors a dance. The juniors were nat-

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THE GOLDEN-ROD Name Chief Characteristic Special Weakness Chief Occupation in School Ambition in Life Mary Nyhan Winning smile Business Working hard To grow old Ruth Packard Her prim smile Kissing Blushing To be a violinist Einiline O’Brien Petite Sociability Arousing sympathy To be a society leader Grace Parker Dignity Blushing Trying to hide her intel- ligence To learn something Nettie Parlee Grace Violet Water Whispering To change with the tide William Pearce Fascination Girls Creating a sensation To be a bookkeeper Anna Peterson Gay appearance Fudge Closing the door To kill time Rosanna Picard Looking sweet High notes Visiting the upper floor Tobea pianist Walter Piper Jr. Cupid Geometry Drumming To be a politician Elizabeth Powers Sanity Dancing Making conquests To live on honey Jessie Pratt Looking happy Physics Winking To live oil a Beach (y) Mabel Pratt Cuteness Being hungry Eating To know How (e) Alma Reed Flippant Ribbons Such noises as little feet can make To be a belle a la Paris Helen Reilly Looking cute What? Writing To be a cook Everett Rhodes Vanity His hair Despising the females To have joy Edna Rix Neither short or tall Silence Turning leaves To be an artist Harriet Ruggles Size “Will” Looking around To be happy ever after Richard Ryan Teeth High jumping Sharpening pencils To lie a librarian Geraldine Scott Shyness Boys Attracting attention To discover a new bug Stanley Sherman None Dancing Getting dews off the flowers To labor among the heathen Roberta Smith Height Tenderness for Virgil Writing notes To teach Mathematics Jenette Soule Imagination Coronets Writing love letters in short hand To be a poetess John Souter Notoriety Brown suits Looking into space To be a minister John Sullivan Dreaming Raising eyebrows Shutting his books To be a second “John L” Caro Sumner Sweet expression Rob (ins) Sitting still To be a society leader Mary Summers Giantess Cooking Killing time To be an angel Alice Thomas Scrupulous Smiling Bending over desk To be a twin Ellen Travers Coquettish ness Slang Flitting about To marry Harriet Waldron Cutenesss Sneezing Being good To serve Hash (en) Brewster Walker Strutting Brown Speaking when not spoken to To use Revenue Cutter service stationery Blodwen Walters Hair dress “Riding ponies” Keeping her mouth shut To bury Latin William Weeden Hands Burke’s speech Keeping books To travel Henry Welch Affection Gulliver’s Travels Studying ceiling To lie great Lawrence White Too numerous to men- tion Winking Shirking To go to college William Weeden Flippant Dictionary No one knows To be on the go May Young Feet Haste Talking To be an old maid

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THE OOLDEN-ROD urally disappointed over it and declared that one class at least would graduate from Rockridge with no reception by the junior class. It was to beheld the Friday after the meeting, which oc- curred Monday. Before the dance a basket ball captain was elected. The team consisted of Whitmarsh captain, Ricker, Brown, Paul, and Raynor. Of these five Raynor was the only Junior, and so when the dance was held they all attended but him. Being a fine dancer and popular he was angry because of this and because of the slight offered his class by the seniors. Another incident made matters a great deal worse. Whitmarsh took with him a girl whom Raynor secretly admired very much. Thus was ill feeling aroused between friends and also be- tween the two classes. Two weeks after the dance everybody was full of enthusiasm, for the team had won five games by large scores. At least all were happy but the trainer. He looked worried. For he was afraid that with all this wining the team would become careless. And that is what happened. Being scheduled to play what they thought was an easy game with Weston High, Ricker attended a dance and Brown played for the Y.M. C. A. the night before. The next day they left the floor with their first defeat against them. Immediately the two offenders were sent for by McCraigan. Hot words were exchanged and Ricker was told not to report for practice until he came to the trainer and apologized. The team continued without him, despite the protests of the players to McCraigan and Mr. Brooks. Nevertheless they had lost only, two games when the time came for the big game with Wiliston Academy. During this time, however, discord on the team had been gathering greater force. Having steadily fallen off in his playing Brown had been replaced in many cases by Dryer and the team had to suffer for it. But there was more serious trouble than this. Raynor was becoming more and more hostile to Whitmarsh owing to the latter’s continued attention to the girl he had taken to the dance. Whitmarsh was ignorant of his chum’s cause for being angry and walking home with him one day he endeavored to find out the reason. “Say, Dick,” he said, “what ails you? Tell me what I have done to make you unfriendly. I wouldn’t ask it only as your chum I think you should tell me. Won’t you?” “You, my chum!” burst out Raynor, “ you! you dirty sneak. I will tell you nothing, only mind your own business.” Whitmarsh clenched his fists and his face reddened, but remembering that the meeting was of his own seeking he simply said, “I am sorry I bothered you Good night.” Thus,taken all together things looked dubious the day before the game and a feeling of gloom settled on the whole school, which no amount of work by the cheer leaders could dispel. McCraigain was sitting alone in his office. It wasonly a matter of hours before the two schools met and on the outcome depended to a great ex- tent his reputation. He was thinking how he had come there full of hope and ideas for building in the school a system which would make the school a big factor in athletics; how he had met disappointment after disappointment and now the only obstacle which stood in his way was a boy’s apology. He knew that without Ricker there was no chance of winning and he also knew that there was about as much chance of Ricker’s apologizing. Absorbed in his thoughts he did not hear the door open and was startled to hear some one close to him say, “Mr. McCraigain.” He turned and saw standing near him, the object of his thoughts. Ricker went on rapidly in his deep Southern drawl, “Mr. McCraigan, I’m sorry for anything I’ve done or said against you this past winter.” In a second the trainer was on his feet and al- though he said nothing, the silent, firm hand grasp spoke more than words and bridged a whole gulf of misunderstanding which had here- tofore existed between them. In another mo- ment the door had closed on the boy, but McCraigan still stood where he had left him. The worried look was gone from his faee and in its place was a smile. Slowly sitting down again he said, “We’ll do it. Bud.” At 10 o’clock that night, two hours earlier than his usual time for turning in, a boy threw himself on his bed. Just as his eyes closed they caught a gleam of moonlight on a photograph decked with blue and white ribbons and lie nuir-