Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN-ROD rv to got on the floor! Then comes the setting up drills, running, walking and all kinds of relay races, and last the shower baths, warm— then cold. This is followed by excited ex- clamations. as. “Get a move on. there’s the last bell!” “What a skin! wait a shake, till I get my necktie tied.” “Where’s my shoes?” “Somebody ‘pinched’ my stocking,” etc. A quick scramble up the stairs, three at a jump, only to be asked. “Why are you late?” But the fun is not all; there is a practical side to physical training. Mr. Hermann does not promise to work miracles, but he is trying to educate and train our bodies even as our other teachers educate and train our minds. Sci- entists say that to have a strong and clear mind, we must first build up a strong and healthy body. ducking. Some one says that Mr. Graves was after a Carnegie medal. No. it was not that that caused our highly esteemed teacher to get wet. It was the Golden Rule and the breaking of the ice. Mr. Graves said it was not dangerous but a bit uncomfortable paddling around in that water and in a foot and a half of mud. The Senior Dramatics Senior Dramatics now form one of the ab- sorbing topics of conversation. The two plays, the first to act as a “curtain raiser.” are “The Flying Wedge” and “The Elopement of El- len.” They are under the direction of Miss Mary G. Brown, and the casts are as follows: The hundredth anniversary of Abraham Lin- coln’s birth was very fittingly observed here in the High School. The exercises were opened with a song by the chorus, accompanied by the High School orchestra. After another song Miss Grace DeWolfe read a paper on the first part of Lincoln’s life, taking the period from his birth to early manhood. Another song was followed by the continuation of his life until he was a congressman, read by Forrest Royal. More singing, and then Hammond Pride took up his life and followed him through the presi- dency to his death. Mr. Cleveland then read the “Gettysburg Address.” The conclusion was “The Perfect Tribute,” very touchingly read by Miss Brown. 20 Students in Icy Water That looks exciting and sounds all right— if the truth is not known. If the number were reduced to five or six. however, it would •come nearer to actual facts. We will not try tc describe the occurrence as most of you were i ye witnesses. It was exciting and funny to ■see one of our teachers and five or six boys in the water March 9. We hope that none of the boys got more than a bath from their TIIE FLYING WEDGE. Tom Hurlburt. Captain of Y Foot-ball Team, Percy Snydam, his friend, Alfred Chester, their chum. Miss Conelia Snydam, Nellie Snydam, her niece. Kate Chester, her chum, Mary Scribner, a reporter, Mrs. O’Flynn, the janitress, ale’s Corliss Berry. William Bullock. Edwin Poland. Helen Brown. Ruth Packard. Mildred Lawton. Frances Burke. Doris Smith. THE ELOPEMENT OF ELLEN. Richard Ford, a devoted young husband, Chester Gurney. Molly, his wife, Ruth Hardy. Robert Shepard, Molly’s brother, John Nolan. Max Ten Evch. a chum of Robert Lee Brooks. Dorothy March, engaged to Max, Dorothy Packard. June Haverhill, Wellesley ’09, Lillian Sutterbegr. John Hume, Rector of St. Agnes’, Allison Marsh.

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THE GOLDEN-ROD and they all differ in design, so that an out- sider cannot tell what school the pin represents. Would it not be better to have a pin that would suggest Quinev High school at once to the pub- lic? In choosing a pin of this sort, the de- sign should be the same for all classes. The only changes necessary would be the numerals for the different years and a change in color of enamel, if enamel were used. It is hoped that the school will give this plan careful con- sideration. Several criticisms have been received by the editors of this paper about the last number. In preparing this issue we have attempted to profit by those criticisms and tried to make this number satisfactory to the school. The school should make the suggestions of improve- ment since this is a school paper. Further, as this is not a class paper, the school as a whole should help make it interesting. I mean by this that the pupils should send in contributions in the shape of jokes, stories, etc., instead of leav- ing it to the editors. If this were done, the school would show more interest than it does at present. Locals A large drawing of “The House of the Seven Gables’’ was made for the English III classes by George ITolteen. '10. This drawing can be seen in Room 23. It is well done in every detail and represents much hard work, for it was drawn merely from the description in the book. The drawings by Mr. Northrop for the Gold- en Rod have added much to the success of the paper. He certainly has many funny ideas and can represent them well on paper. Two of the 1908 graduates have had their studies at college interrupted by sickness. Wil- liam Nolan of Yale suffered from an attack of diphtheria, and Stanley Sherman of Amherst was obliged to discontinue work for seven weeks, on account of typhoid fever. Both are now back at their respective colleges, studying to make up for lost time. Argumentation is over for English IV. Nar- ration has taken its place, but before we left argumentation, our knowledge of the princi- ples of the subject was put to practical use in a series of debates. These debates, four in number, brought out several personal charac- teristics, not so noticeable in everyday recita- tion. There were several instances of imita- tion of Burke: the one that created the great- est sensation was that in which “The noble Lord in the Blue Ribbon” was changed to “my opponent in the red necktie.” Once more the college divisions of the Sen- ior English classes exhibited their powers of speechmaking with even greater success than before. This time the subjects for the dis- courses were based upon Burke, his ideas, and his times. This variety of subjects formed more than a passing interest for the classes, (and also for the study pupils in the room at the time) and not one pupil declined to rise before his classmates and deliver his pre- viously planned and carefully, conned talk. After all had spoken, vote was taken for the best speaker. Ruth Ilardy carried off the honors in division A. and Walter Galvin in division C. This shows exceptionally good speaking on the part of these two, for to be first among all the excellent orators, (even though amateur) of English IV A and C. means pretty fine work. Physical training! How little those two words meant to us a few weeks ago! How much they mean to us at the present time and how much they are going to mean to us. in the future! Who does not look forward with expectation to that particular day and period during which “gym” comes? What a grand rush for the locker room! What a hur-

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THE GOLDEN-ROD The Indian’s Revenge The sun was just rising over the mountains, casting its colored rays into the valleys and waking all toilers to life, as John Dean be- stirred himself one May morning. lie was a typical mountaineer, nothing more. Tall and erect, lie carried himself with an easy grace which bespoke years of careful training in the woods and along the rivers. He was dressed in a well worn suit of homespun. A coonskin cap and moccasins completed his outfit. A rifle leaned against the side of a small cabin and in his belt he carried a knife. Picking two pails from the ground he swung off into the forest whistling a merry time. When he returned, he found a fire blazing cheerfully in front of the camp, for spring was in its glory and the cooking and eating were done outside tiie camp rather than around the hot fireplace within. The savory odor of coffee and bacon reached him and made the feeling of emptiness in his stomach more acute. Beside the fire there squatted an Indian, who was tending the fire and who was also giving a great deal of attention to a long and gaily colored pipe. lie wore an old blue shirt, open at the throat, frayed buckskin breeches, and moccasins. How. Dean,” he grunted as John hove in sight. “Hello, me hearty,” came in cheery response from the man climbing the bank from the river with two large pails of water. “This is the kind of morn in ’ ter make life worth livin’, ain’t it. neow?” he said as he deposited his burden on the ground. “By gum. chief, but that thar breakfas’ does smell mighty temptin’ this mornin’, don’t it. neow? Ilev the baby come out yet?” “No, John, he no come out yet. Guess meb- be pretty tired, huh?” Then sitting back as though surprising himself by this long winded speech, the Indian packed the tobacco more firmly in his pipe and gravely continued to exhale great clouds of smoke. How the Indian came to be a member of John Dean’s camp and why they should all be found in the Alleghany Mountains beneath grand Old Baldy” this beautiful May morn- ing. must now be told. One night many years before, the chief was making his way across the great prairies, escaping, in the shad- ow of the night, a band of white men on his trail, when there descended on the prairie a blizzard. The Indian, although making a brave fight to keep up and pushing ahead in hopes of stumbling upon a shelter of some sort, was gradually growing weaker and with no hope of help would soon succumb. But leaving tin chief fighting his way against the storm,let us isit a cabin, situated in the midst of the plains and completely obscured from view by the storm and darkness. The wild winds and the darkness and the snow do not bother those within the small cabin. For inside we find John Dean, seated before a great fireplace while on the floor at his side a golden haired infant is playing. Across the room the mother of the child was finishing the day’s duties be- fore seating herself by her husband’s side near the great glowing logs. The mother paid as little attention to the baby as did its father, who was dozing in his chair. And so, receiving no attention, the mite felt grieved and making the best of its way to the door, he slowly pulled his little body erect and then could just reach the latch. As he lifted the latch mak- ing odd sounds of delight at his success, a burst of wind swept across the plains and meet- ing with only the resistance of the child, threw the door inward, striking “Boy” and throwing him across the room, where he set up a yelling which immediately convinced his father, who sprang to shut the door, that there was little harm done to him. As Dean tried to close the door against the wind and snow which came pouring in. he glanced out into the night, and in front of the cabin saw a dark huddled heap. Going swiftly into the darkness he found it to