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B. H. NERSES Has been chosen Class Photographer by the Graduating Class of the Quincy High School, ’08, and will give to all the pupils and teachers of the school, pictures in all styles at reduced rates. 1507 Hancock Street Music Hall Block Quincy
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THE GOLDEN-ROD Our 1907 Foot Ball Team Captain Gourlie with his winning smile Which people say can stretch a mile; Pat Lacey, who hurt his knee, And paid a nice fat Doctor’s fee; Claflin at full back was a star, And had all others skun by far; Walker and Nash with Marsh as sub, Gave other ends an awful rub; A three hundred pound “Babe” Right tackle held down; While Maiden was used for tackle round; Because of his love for Alma Mater Curtis returned and played at quarter; Lakin and Lupton held down guard. And to gain through them was mighty hard; Hilding Carlson, our Venus fair, With brother Carl made a blamed fast pair. In fact the team of 1907 Was about as good as any eleven That ever represented the grand old school And endeavored to learn the Golden Rule. R.H.M. ’09 Toast to Basket Ball Team l M)8 Here’s to our mighty captain, who’s always in a row, And I ask is there a teacher who knows not Glover Howe? Here’s to Stanley Duncan, our center man so fine, Who plays the game for all it’s worth but never is on time; Who rarely has a foul called, at least not in a game, Although I’ve heard it whispered, but we’re men- tioning no names, While walking homeward from the game with the day’s sun sinking low. He often has two arms around, Bui we're not sup- posed to know. Here’s to Demi Gourlie. who always sucks a pipe. Who shines his shoes, and combs his hair but always looks a sight. And here’s a little secret, but tell it to no one, You’ll find him down at Nerses, when a pipe he can- not burn. Here’s to little Bibby, whose dark hair stands on end And whom the teachers, to the office will never have to send. He owns a big swell auto, a Thomas car, ’tis called, Which between here and Norfolk Downs is very often stalled. Here’s to R. H. Marden, a gentleman is he, never was he known to swear, Never scrapped, or smoked tobacco, for girls he does not care. Here’s to Teddy, rough and ready, “do’em Brown,” he ever cries. He plays football, he runs races, lie’s a Walker, arc you wise? Here’s to Russell Bates, you know, a wild and woolly sophomore, Quiet as a summer day, never gets in anyone’s way. And if a basket he should miss, I think Russ would turn and say— With him our list’s completed Of a team which few defeated; Seven men who earned their Q, And did their best for red and blue R. H. M. ’09 A Merry Widow Base Ball Team They wanted a catcher, a back-stop fine, And after trying everyone in line, They picked out one after lots of fuss, But How (e) he catches is bothering us, For Mr. Cleveland won’t allow him to cuss. They got a first baseman, Duncan his name, But now they’ve dropped him and we’re using Keohane, For Dune valued money more than the game. And I’m sure I don’t blame him for doing the same Murphy and Curley played second base, And between the two it’s a mighty hot race. For one week Curley will take a brace, And do all his studies, while Murphy plays, The next, poor Murphy will sit on the bench, Shading himself from the sun's hot rays, While ever and anon to the captain’s face, He turned a lonely and homesick gaze. Bates at short would be a mighty good man, If he’d drop some lead and not run like a van, He hits all right and his fielding’s good, If run like his brother he only would. Fowler on third is a man of might; In his brand new suit lie’s a beautiful sight. He picks up grounders with grace and ease. And runs in bunts as nice as you please. So seldom he makes an error on third That to shift him to second seems very absurd. Curtisand Galvin are steady as rocks, And for these two I can find no knocks. As for Stan Bates and the other pitchers I can find no fault except your poor hitters. And Stan’s apoor fielder,but perhaps there’s a reason. Seems to me, Stan, you’re more bowlegged thisscason. Last but not least, although I must say I think him about the biggest jay, Comes Nolan, who fills all the teachers with woe, And whom all the girls seem to think so slow. In the words of Byron, which have come down to us, Nolan wakes up and finds himself famous, Or I rather should say he stepped into his fame, By catching a fly while in swimming one game. I guess that is all and if not, it's enough, And as each one is knocked there’s no need of a huff. Yon don’t know who wrote this, so it will be no use To go around swearing or heaping abuse. For the teachers won’t squeal and I’m blamed if Iwill So accept your meddy ami swallow your pill, Or win a few games which would be better still
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