Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 36 of the 1910 volume:

iiiuiiias Crane r Ouincv. Vol. XIX gUINCY, MASS., JUNE, 1910_No. Ill The Golden Rod QUINCY HIGH SCHOOL The Staff Editor-in-Chief GRACE DcWOLFE Literary Editor - - - ALFRED HANSON Alumni and Exchange Editor MARY CLEVELAND Local Editor - - WILLIAM NORTHROP Athletic Editor - - THEODORE COREY Business lVIanairer, ROY L. SIDELINGER GOLDEN ROD EDITORIAL STAFF 1910 Photo by Nerses t? V I v 15he Golden Rod QUINCY, MASSACHUSETTS, JUNE 1910 HAT is so rare as a day in June, especially for teachers and students? June is the month to which we all look, because it is the time of emancipation from hard studies and the signal for approaching vacation with all its manifold pleasures. But to the Seniors, June has a special attraction for it is the time of graduation, the time when we have reached the climax of our high school course. But when grad- uation is over, when we have received our diplomas when our reception is a thing of the past, and we are 1 aving our class party, shall we then be as happy as we were when in the anticipation of it all? Shall we not regret leaving our teachers and parting with our class mates w ith whom wre .have associated, and whose pranks and good nature we enjoyed the past four years? Undoubtedly a great many of us will utter a sigh of regret when it is all over and we shall almost wish that we were at the beginning, i nstead of at the end of our course. OUR class treasurer knows that “It is more blessed to give than receive”, but he is perfectly willing to receive all of the back class dues. Each member must pay money owed for monthly dues in order to receive tickets fo the Senior Reception. It must be borne in mind that no small sum of money is required with which to pay the expenses for the reception and class party, and the gift which we all wish to donate to the school. In order to do this, we need enough money to defray our necessary expenses and to have some left over. Call on Mr. Browne an . he will gladly tell you how much you owe. THE class of 1910 is about ready to say “farewell” to the dear old school. We have had both sad and glad experiences during our four years of hard work, but feel well repaid for it all now. We owe many thanks to our teachers for the time and patience which they have expended in order to help us along from year to year. We also wish to thank the boys who have helped to raise the athletic standing of our school. Credit is also due those members of the Senior class w ho have helped make a record in the history of the school. That the best of success may follow them, even after they have departed from the Quincy High, is our earnest wish. The Golden Rod THE GOLDEN ROD”“ staff wish to thank the pupils of the school for their kind sub- scriptions to the paper. All the contributions that were handed in, whether accepted for publication or not, were gratefully received; some contributors certainly, deserve great credit. We sincerely hope that the school as a whole will take more interest in the paper next year. The subscriptions are suf- ficient,but the material that we ought to receive in order to make the different editions more interest ing, has been lacking. Let next year’s board of editors be plentifully supplied with poems, short stories, and any articles of interest to the school. WE WOULD NOT forget to render our hearty thanks to the business advertisers who have so kindly patronized the advertising pages of our paper. HE GOLDEN ROD prizes were awarded as follows:— First Prize............Charles Say ward 1910 Second Prize......................Ralph Ford Honor Story................ Margaret Tubman Poem...................Lewis Coombs 1910 Although the two prize stories are very similiar in their setting, both are printed in this issue. All’s Well That Ends Well T HAD BEEN a perfect day, one unusual even for Arizona. All day long the scorch- ing rays of the great yellow ball shone down unmercifully upon the sizzling alkali, send- ing the heat waves throbbing and pulsating from its parched surface. Three men sitting astride their horses could be seen just coming over the crest of a small rise, their shirts open at the neck, their sombreros tipped back from their streaming foreheads. From the distance one might mistake the men for cowboys gathering for the spring round up, but upon closer inspection .even the casual observer could per- ceive that they belonged to a rougher and more reckless class of beings. One, a short, thick set man of some forty years, bearing a scar from a stillcto over his left temple, seemed to possess the leader- ship. This was plainly discernable when upon the lifting of his hand the other two riders drew rein and gathered around in respectful silence awaiting his pleasure. At last he spoke in the gutteral accents of the Mexican halfbreed. “Boys,” said he squinting up his eyes and resting his chin in his palm,“boys,we’re about down to the last cent.” Then turning to one of his companions. “Joe, how much have we left, anyhow?” “Five dollars,’’said that worthy quickly. “Huh said the leader of the band disgustedly. “I thought as much. Not a very good showing for men in our business,eh?” The others nodded their heads in silent acknowledgment. “But that is neither here nor there.“the leader continued, “we’ve got to have money or starve and if we don’t have the money,we surely will starve. There's not one ranchman’s wife inall the country that will givea fellow a bit to eat: no sir, not one” . we’re too well known. That racket of the sheriff’s, with our pictures and descriptions has queered us all right. Haven’t any suggestions, have yer?” “Wal,” drawled the tall, slim man on his right, ‘1 suppose we might tackle another holdup or rustic a few more steers. “Yes,you’re a nice man to talk about hold-up” the leader snarled contemptuously, “the only reason we lost on the “Bar A” job, was because you put your self in the line of a stray bullet and turned squealer-- but,-— “Wal,” the tall man broke in, “I guess if--”Thc chief silenced him with a wave of the hand contin- uing, “But when it comes to cattle,what can we do with them? We can’t sell the critters, for the simple reason that we couldn’t get 'em out of the country. The fords are all watched and every trail will be THe Golden Rod guarded so there you are.” The three men sat silent for a long time,the leader still resting his chin in his hand. At length,arousing himself with a perceptible start from the reverv in which he had fallen,he raised his head and exclaimed “If I thought you fellows had the nerve,I’d tell you a way of getting out of this fix.” “All you’ve got to do is to name it, pard,” drawled the slim one, lazily shifting his quid of B. L. to an opposite position. “You’ll find Joe and me aint such a bad lot if there’s promise of any profit coming.” “That needn’t worry yuh none.There'll be profit enough if you fellers stick by me. Listen! The Overland Express comes by at 8:45 and stops for two minutes at the Three Rivers Crossing to take in water” “Well,” put in Joe, “I’m hanged if I see any profit coming from that; with a good crew of train men aboard.” “You just bottle up your wisdom'till I get through,” snapped the other, angrily glancing at the offender. Now I happen to know (whe-e I found out doesn’t matter,) that there’s a special car hitched to the rear occupied by a young fellow sent out by a certain mining company to pay the boys at the “Silver U.” It won’t be hard for us to slip on the last car,which will be a special. We can then smash the door and overpower the agent, chuck him off if necessary, get the goods and dis- continue likewise.” “How? by getting thrown off, too?”asked Joe ironically. “No, yuh blamed idiot, of course not. It’s mighty queer how some folks can’t understand a thing, no how.” “That may be, but how are you planning to work the stunt?” persisted the“blamed idiot.” “You just leave it to me and you’ll be all right. But what’s your verdict?” “Oh,, 1 suppose I’m with yuh,’’answered Joe grudgingly. “And you, Slim,“said he,turning to the other man. “Sure, ’’grunted the thin one, “Yuh can count on me”. “All right, then it's a bargain. I’m sure glad to see that you fellers have some sand left. Guess it’s about time we hit thc trail; here,Joe, pass me the makings.” Then with a relieved sigh, the chief turned his horses head towards the setting sun which loomed in the distance like some great giant beacon signaling the close of day. Chapter II The Overland Express had been delayed. Train dispatcher Keith,having descended from his office to investigate the delay, rushed down the platform shouting to the conductor whom he observed, as he supposed in idle conversation with a begrimed and greasy train hand. “Hurry up, Mac,”he cried, “4009 is ten minutes late in starting. What’s the matter anyhow?” Coupling broke, -sir.” replied the conductor briefly,“but we’ll be off in about two minutes.” “Well, all right, only hurry,” returned the other scowling, then turning on his heel, he stalked back to the office. This delay explains why a meeting nearly took place between the three watchers on the prairie, when at 8:45 the headlight of the express was not in sight. About this time the Overland was speeding over a level’stretch of country, trying to make up lost time.shooting sparks heavenward in a fountain of light, then dropping them amid the sage brush along the side of the track.The porters were making ready the sleepers for the women and children while the most of the male passengers were sitting in the smoker, quietly enjoying their cigars, or gath- ered in little knots in pleasant conversation while others sat about the tables playing cards. Suddenly as the train shot round a curve, the crossing came in sight. The engine shrieked for the brake and the long train came to a stand still. After the necessary allotment of time was over for tanking, the whistle sounded shrilly and the train started again on its way. “Now’s our chance,’’cried the short man, as the train began to move, whereupon he sprang for the platform closely followed by his two confederates. Once aboard the train, the three men lost no time in setting to work. Joe raised a heavy sledge above his head and let it fall with a resounding crash against the oaken door of the train. The first blow besides somewhat loosening the hinges of the door had the effect of simply awakening the agent out of a sound sleep. Jumping up he hurriedly grabbedhis revolver,just as the second blow landed knocking the door to fragments. At once he sprang to one side and quickly dodged behind his dcsk where'hevopcned fire vigorously,1 but owing to the darkness, he could not determine the effects of his shots. THe Golden Rod The next thing that the agent was conscious of was the fact that he was struggling fiercely in the arms of a short, thick set man upon whom he was able to rein a few telling blows before he was forc- ed backward and overpowered by the other two. He could feel the chill night air through his thin clothing as he heard the men muttering to themselves a snarled command, or a shocking curse. Then he had a sensation of falling from long tailed comets together with a terrible sensa- 'tion of strangling. Then all was blank. Having rid themselves of the victim of their knavery,the three men lost no time in searching for their spoils. Muttered oaths and hushed exclamations were uttered, chairs were thrown about and tables over- turned as the three men strove wildly to locate the money. Suddenly with a glad cry, Joe reached behind the desk and extracted a box nearly a foot square, marked ........Pay Master....... Robert H. Weatherbee, U. S. .M C. By this time the train was distant three miles frcm the crossing. “Here’s where we vacate,” said Slim, and stret- ching his arm he gave the signal cord three sharp yanks. Immediately the air was applied.wheels ground against brakes, passengers were thrown forward in their seats, trainmen grabbed lanterns and ran down the steps of the still moving train to peer into the night, while the desperadoes, dropping their box from rear platform,followed quickly after it. The panting engine came to a final jarring halt some hundred yards from where the men left it. but the three desperadoes had long ago been swall- owed up in the night. The train men entered the occurence merely as a loose coupling, until they found the agent missing, which was not until the next morning. CHAPTER III The next day when Bob Weatherbee opened his eyes and again t x k up the cares and worries of this world, it was a far different situation than that to which he had been accustomed. His comfortable bunk in the car was substituted by the rough sand and gravel near the road bed, his bureau and table were replaced by sagebush and buffalo grass while small sand hummocks stood wher the chairs should have been; everything seemed unnatural. Im- pressed by the silence, Bob wondered if the train had again stopped for water. He called loudly for Sambo, his colored porter, but his only answer was the yelp of a coyote skipping across the plain. A couple of little prairie dogs, sitting on their haunhes in the sun dodged back within their retreat. Then silence again reigned supreme. The next time that memory returned to Bob, he heard someone approaching; could it Ik the porter? No, for no porter had a voice like that. The sound came nearer - stopped - it seemed at his very side. The dazed man opened his eyes and beheld a young girl clad in the rough riding habit of the ranch. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen; her eyes were tender and full of compassion, and she had such a captivating smile! Ah! it was the smile that did it. Bob seemed as if in a trance, unable to look away from this creation of loveliness. In one hand the girl held a waterpail, in the other she grasped the reins of a bg bay horse. At last, the sight of the girl, his natural surroundings, the strangeness and still- ness of it all, brought Bob back to his senses with a start. He remembered the shooting.the fight with the thick-set man, the cries of his companions, then- oblivion. He started to raise himself on his elbow,but fell back again with a low moan. Where- upon his fair companion knelt at his side saying:-- ' I'm so glad to see you are better. I thought you were gone that time, sure.” “You are very kind,” murmured Bob. “Now just lie quiet for a spell,” she continued, not heeding the interruption, “while I go fetch Pa and the buckboard along with some liniment. Now don’t try to move, please.” • And she hurried away. Movc;not he. He would lie there indefinitely if it was not more than to keep the memory of her before him. At any rate he felt too weak to protest, so he patiently waited for Pa and the buckboard and,— but here Bob’s mind again became a blank CHAPTER IV Two weeks later Bob Weatherbee was reposing on a comfortable bed in the ranch of Mr. Samuel Plan turn. During all of his sickness, Florence Plan turn had taken the best possible care of her patient, sitting with him in his delirium and min- istering to his every need. In a few day. THe Golden Rod the invalid was able to take his scat on the veranda, and while there, Miss Planturn first broached the subject of the accident, as she had not wished to arouse him to any unnecessary excitement. After listening to the narrative Bob said “I suppose there is a telegraph station within a ten mile radius, ins’t there?” ‘‘To be sure, responded Miss Planturn, “there's one over her at the “Tri- angle V.” outfit, about six miles distant. I suppose you’re worrying about that money those men made off with. How will you make up with the company anyway?” “Oh, that’s all right,” answered Bob laughing, I took precautions against just such an incident before I left New York. The real treasure box was in charge of the mail master. Too bad those fellows went to so much trouble for a box of iron fillings. I’m sure they’re welcome to it.” At this, a voice from the doorway said, ’’Good for you young man you've got a head all right. Here’s a letter for you. I wrote to your concern while you were laid up. It’s a reply to that I guess,” and Mr. Planturn walked out on the veranda. Such proved to be the case and Bob's cheeks flush- ed several times as he read the words of praise contained therein. Among the several rewards he he received was a two month’s leave of absence together with a companion and expenses, his reg- ular salary being continued. “I’m not so bad off after all,eh?”he said, as he passed the letters over to the young girl at his side. “If I only had some body to go with me. I guess I’ll just take the money and go back to work,that vacation will keep. “Well, not if I can prevent it, you won’t ” put in Miss Planturn quickly, “goodness knows you’ve earned it.” “You're the only one that can prevent it declared the young man simply, “what do you say shall we go?” “What do you mean?” asked the girl, with a quick inhalation of her breath. “I mean, Florence,”he said, looking at her stead- fastly, “that I love you; that I have loved you ever since the day on the praire, two weeks ago . Now do you understand my meaning?” he con- tinued smiling. “I think I do,” she said. “And you say-?” “Yes, she murmured, softly. Three days later amid a shower of rice and old shoes, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Weatherbee took the Overland Express at the little western station and continued on their journey. C. E. Say ward, 1910. PRIZE POEM Tune: “Fair Harvard.” Alma Mater, with loyal devotion and true, To thee we give homage today, Thy memories will linger in days yet to come We’ll bless thee forever and aye. We pause and reflect on the days that are gone As we earnestly speed toward the goal; Our hearts are now heavy with thoughts of farewell For we each must enter Life’s school. Oh may we, as forward we zealously pace Toward that last and mysterious rest Stop to think and consider how few years are left ’Ere we must be named with the blest. So let us decide to make wayfor the right To seek knowledge, love, truth, and obey Yet remember jtwas thee, Alma Mater most dear. Who first taught our blind foot steps the way. Lewis (Vi mbs. 1910. The Golden Rod Sometimes Marriage Proves A Failure Part I The Double X Ranch lay idle under the merci- less rays of a scorching Arizona sun. It was the middle of August and all the ranchmen lay stretched out in the shade, fanning themselves with the broad sombreros and trying in vain to keep cool. Only one man appeared to be busy, he was the largest of the group, a great strapping six footer. Steve, as he was called,sat a little apart from the others, industriously trying to thread a needle with which to do a little neccessary repairing on his ragged shirt. His clumsy efforts attracted the attention of the other men who jokingly suggested that he ought to get married and save himself the neccessity of doing such trivial duties. Big Steve Allison received all their banter good naturedly and continued his task. Sometime later. Steve opened the Daily Ga- zette”, the only paper of which the town of Little Creek could boast. As the ranchman glanced carelessly through the columns, his attention was attracted to an item in the rather limited advertising section. Wanted—a good faithful husband. A spin- ster with a small fortune is desirous to marry; any man who is in need of a good wife will find that she can more than fill the bill. Ed. F. Gazette Office. “Oh, what a chance,” murmured Steve. How much easier, and certainly more cheerful.life would be with a help-mate!” Whereupon,he went into the shack.threw down the paper, found a piece of paper, and wrote the following answer:- “Dear Miss. I’m yer man. Am much in need of a woman like you describe verself to be. I ain’t much fer good looks but I’m strong and affectionate and will undoubtedly prove satisfactory. Take Bill Niles’ stage next Thursday at Cooney’s Cross- road and I’ll be ther. don’t fergit yer dust and bring a preacher. Steve Allison Double X Ranch. The ranchmen outside observing their comrade’s unusual excitement, had sent Shiftless Mike” to reconnoitre. The spy, seeing the newspaper on the table, picked it up and read the advertisement. Ah! this was the cause of Steve’s excitement; here were black marks where soiled fingers had traced lines . Here was an apportunity for some real live excitement. Rushing out to his friends, Mike read the “ad to them. The men put their heads together and decided to wait developments. Soon Steve appeared and casually remarked that he was going on a short ride; as he strode off to unhitch his pony, a bit of white something protruded from beneath his belt. The men chuck- led to themselves for this tell-tale spoke louder than words. Five minutes after Steve had dropped his letter in the box at the Four Corners, two miles distant, eight cowboys rode gaily up to the box and there from took the letter. Part II. Thursday morning at length dawned; Steve was visibly nervous. Oh. the joy of anticipation! And he had had his full share of it during the week. In a short time he would break the news of his happiness to his companions. How they would envy him! Soon the rest of the men appeared on the scene Steve delayed no longer but disclosed the secret of his unwonted gaiety to them. The men appeared to be greatly surprised and offered t heir hearties congratulations. The stage was due at three in the afternoon but by one, Steve came rushing out of the door, trying in vain to fasten his collar. All fell to and after some hard work on the men’s part and much discomfiture on Steve’s the collar was finally fastened. Then leaving one of the number to keep thet bride groom to-be company, the rest pretended to see some cattle which had broken loose on a hummock not far distant. The cowboys,leaving the two alone, made for their ponies while Shiftless Mike” slyly picked up a big bundle which had been concealed behind thecattle pen and threw it on his saddle bow. After a short gallop across the prairie the men soon entered the wood about three miles up. “Long The Golden Rod Tom” evidently had his part all learned, for he thrust his hand into the bridle and brought forth some wearing apparel, decidely feminine in appear- ance. With plenty of assistance soon a long black skirt was pulled over Tom’s legs, and a queer-look- ing apron was tied about his waist; while on his head was a hat of somewhat questionable date. After a few touches here and there, the men stood off and viewed the result of their efforts with evid- ent satisfaction. True, Tom’s appearance as a spinster was not very promising: the hat was too low over the face and the black skirt hung too loosely from the hips. But the stage was seen coming over a distant hill, so “Long Tom” was hastily given parting instructions. When the coach stopped the strange looking bride, suit case in hand,jumped in and took a seat beside a grinning parson who had been noti- fied the day before that his services would be re- quired. The other men returned to the ranch where they found Steve restlessly pacing up and down sweating like a trooper, and experiencing rather queer sensation about the heart. PART III. Dust in the distance, a black speck on the road the stage was coming! Steve was calmly resigned to his fate. When amid the cheers of the cowboys the stage stopped, a long angular object flopped lovingly on Steve’s shoulder. The would-be bride- groom decided that the worse had come and started wildly down the road followed closely by his com- rades, the minister and the bride. Up and down hill went the pursued and the pur- suers. Steve felt that he could not hold out much longer; his breathing was laboured and his tired legs were fast refusing to carry two hundred and fifty pounds over the hard ground. Just then he caught his foot in a root and fell headlong. He felt that all was over and he must resign himself to his fate. So he calmly picked himself up to meet his future wife as she came running to him, throwing her arms affectionately about his neck. The ardent spinster tried her best to convince her lover of all his good qualities and hers too. Now Steve was unused to the ways of courting but he bravely reached up and tickled her under the chin. On the tanned and sun-burned forehead, partly- concealed by the broad hat pins, was a long scar, the exact simile of “Long Tom’s”. Carefully' scan- ning the face of his comrade, Steve snatched the hat from his head and then was revealed to him the visage and head of his old pal. For the moment with a flash of anger Steve jumped to his feet and was about to reach for his revolver, then thinking better of it he laid it aside. Stretching out his hand hesaid to his pard,“Put it there, old fellow, I am saved.” Ralph Ford, 1910 A Baseball Game and A String of Pearls T was the day of the great base-ball game between Hilcrest Academy and Bridgeford Military School. For three years the game had been a tie, but this year Hilcrest was almost sure of victory until Jack Lennard, the star pitcher and captain of the Hilcrest eleven, had sprained his ankle a few-days before the game and would,consequently, be unable to walk for se- veral weeks. The Hilcrest team was in the depths of despair, and so was their captain himself as he lay on the couch in his den, watching the people pass on their way to the base-ball field, the day of the game. ‘‘Its bad enough not to be able to play,” he groaned “but not to see the game at all—that’s the limit!” Suddenly the door opened and Jack’s father and mother, carrying Hilcrest banners, entered the room. Mr. Lennard walked over to the couch and patting his son on the back,, said, “Come, cheer up, lad. I know it’s hard luck that you can’t play this after-noon, but never mind, Hilcrest is going to win.I am sorry that you will be alone.I will bring some of the other fellows back with me and you can hear all about the game from them. By the way, do you remember my speaking of a five thou- sand dollar string of pearls,this morning? Mr.Howe THe Golden Rod is coming to look at it to-night, so I will leave it with you for safe keeping,” As he spoke, Mr. Len- nart! handedjack a jewelry box,which the’boy put beside him on the couch. Mr. Leonard was the junior partner of a large jewelry firm; often times he brought valuable gems to his own house to show his customers, who could not come to the store during the day. “Take good care of yourself and the pearls, son,” said Mrs. Leonard, we will be back victorious in a few hours.” Then she kissed Jack, and to-gether Mr. and Mrs, Leonard left the room. For a few minutes after his parents had gone, Jack lay there thinking about the pearls and won- dering how Hilcrest would ever be able to win, until gradually the objects in the room faded away and the boy fell asleep. While asleep, Jack dreamed that after all he had played against Bridgeford. and that by means of a sensational home run on his part, Hilcrest had won the game. A strange looking man, carrying a black cat in his arms,presented him with a beautiful string of pearls, as a reward for his fine playing. Just at this interesting point in his dream, Jack awoke with a start. He gazed about him in a dazed manner. Why,why, where am I ? I thought that I was play- ing baseball,” murmured he. Why, I guess that I’ve been dreaming.” Then,from the hall below came the sound of muf- fled footsteps. Jack started. Who can that be?” he gasped, It isn’t either of the servants, because they’re both out.” Then,a sickly fear seized him as he quickly looked on the couch for the jewelry box. It had disappeared. Jack’s face turned an ashen hue as he grasped the sides of the couch. The pearls, ”he gasped, they arc gone. Someone stole them while I was asleep.” Then again the sound of soft footsteps came to his ears. There is some one down stairs, probably the thief who stole the pearls. I must manage to get him somehow,” exclaimed he. Above his head on the wall was a rack filled with shooting implements which Jack had used on his camping trip the summer before. From among these Jack reached for a revolver, which luckily was load- ed, Grasping it tightly in his right hand and then gathering all his strenght to-gether, the boy lifted himself from the couch to the floor. Excruciating pains shot through every bone in his body; he lay here wondering how he could ever reach the hall clow. By this time all was still. Gritting his teeth, Jack crawled painfully across the room, groaning at cverymove. Finally, with a great effort he reached the hall door. How shall I ever get down stairs?”faintly murmured the star player. Just then he heard those stealthily approa- ching steps that settled his mind. I will slide down down,” he said. So clutching his revolver tightly in his hand, he held his breath and in some mysterious way he gained the foot of the stairs. Very much shaken up and extremely weak, Jack looked around him. As he lay there, all in a heap with agonizing pains shooting through his ankle and leg, he heard steps coming toward him. With what little strength he had left,Jack grasped his revolver and waited. Out of the parlor into the hall came those mysterious sounds. He closed his eyes but opened them again quickly as an object rubbed up against him. With a quick breath, Jack started up and beheld, instead of a masked burglar.Juno his big, black cat. Oh!” groaned the poor boy, the steps I heard were only the cat’s and the thief got away with the pearls before 1 awoke. What will father say?” And with these words Jack fainted, When he regained consciousness Jack was in bed with his mother and father bending over him. On the other side of the room were five or six husky fellows talking in whispers. There,he is conscious at last,” said Mr.Leonard Jack gazed about him, Where am I, and where are the pearls? he murmured confusedly. “The pearls? why they’re safe and sound,” said his father. Then in a stern voice he added, Jack, why did you go down stairs?” Oh, father! I am so sorry, but I fell sleep and when I awoke the box you gave me had disappeared. I heard someone down stairs and thinking it was a thief, I crawled to the baluster and slid downstairs but the noise I heard was only the cat Those beautiful pearls! Whatever will you do to me, father?” While Jack had been speaking, a look of pride spread over Mr. Lennard’s face. He bent nearer his son and answered, My boy, I’m proud of you. The pearls are safe. After we left you, I worried about the pearls and as I had plenty of time your mother suggested that I should come back and lock the necklace in the safe. I did as she advised and as you were asleep, I was careful not to awaken you. I am very sorry, son, but as the pearls are safe, let’s think of something else. The fellows have come to tell you about the game.” The Golden Rod “Did we win?“asked Jack excitedly. All thoughts of the necklace were now gone. As he spoke the fellows rushed over to the bed. “Yes, Hilcrest won, they answered, “the score was three to one.” Then before their captain had time to answer the boys formed in a circle, and throwing their arms around one another’s shoulders, shouted, “Rah! Rah! Rah! Leonard, Lennard, Leonard. lie’s worth more than pearls!” Margaret Tubman Q.H.S. The Need of Education S THE YEARS ROLL ON and civilization advances, the need of education is be- coming more and more apparent in the holding of responsible positions. Un- like the days of old, it is absolutely necessary for the young man starting out in life to have at least a fair education. In the past many men who have become famous in history spent but a short time in the school-room. Abraham Lincoln was a great man, a successful lawyer, yet the amount of schooling he received during his life, in all, did not equal a year. Let the young man of today with the education of Lincoln set himself up as a lawyer. Would he be successful? The answer would be “no.” The young man may be the most ambitious, and enter- prizing man in the world; his friends may have the brightest hopes of him;he may be honest, ambit- ious and faithful,but he is not educated. The law- yer of the present time, the teacher,and the aspirant for almost any profession, must be educated. The teachers of Lincoln were poor, wandering missionaries. They were men who roamed from town to town; ignorant men, who taught “reading, “riting, and “rithmetic;” men who sometimes knew little more than the pupils themselves. What parent of the present day would want for the instructor of his child, a teacher of such meager education? What superintendent of today would place in the schools under his charge such a teacher? Times have changed and are still changing. In the future years,education'will be even more neccessary than now. We may say that there are successful business men who have received but little education in their youth. This may be true; but such cases are rare. Even thes nen do not want uneducated ignorant people f°- t . ir help. They want men and women who have already learned what they themselves had to learn, perhaps, from bitter experience. The educated person is given the preference more and more as the years slip on. It is not at all improbable that in years to come, the only position, perhaps, which will not require an education, is that of the common laborer. It might happen, also, that in some future time, the applicants of even this position, might have to be educated. Thus, we may sec, that from every standpoint, education is a necessity. It is valuable to all whatever the station in life may be, and its neglect is a mistake which one will live to regret in this present era of learning. Mildred F. Reinhalter TO. Here are old trees; tall oaks and gnarled pines; A stream with gray - green mosses. Here the ground Was never trenched by spade; the flowers sprung up Unsown, and die ungathered. It is sweet, To linger here among the flitting birds, And leaping squirrels; wandering brooks and wind. That shake their leaves and scatter, as they pass A fragrance from the cedars thickly strewn With pale blue berries. E. Archibald 1912. The Golden Rod The House of Seven Gables, 23 Pynchcon St., Salem, Mass., August 21, 1865. My dearest mother, When 1 drove up to 23 Pyncheon Street at about half past five, a week ago yesterday, my courage failed me for the house looked so large and so gloomy. I determined, however, “to spunk up” and to fill the house and its occupants with sunshine. After 1 had been rather cooly received, I learned that Cousin Hepsibah felt that she could not keep me. In the first place she is “as poor as a church mouse,” and in the second place, she thought that the dreary old house was no place for a young girl. At night when I cuddled down in the large old fashioned bed, I thought that on the morrow I should see all you dear folks, r owever, the night’s sleep changed cousin Hcpzibah’s mind for in the morning she told me that I might stay with her for the present at least. So I am going to have a glorious time hunting for the hidden treasure Oh, yes. I have seen the Judge and I don’t like him at all. He seems to be very changeable; one minute he smiles so pleasantly and the next, he scowls. Cousin Hcpzibah has just opened a cent-shop, so when 1 am not entertaining Clifford, who by the way is at home, I am seated behind the counter making change. Mother, imagine me, your little Phoebe making change. Clifford came only a few days ago so I a n not very well acquainted with him. 1 think that he must have been very fascina- ting when a young man. In one of the rear gables of the house there is a queer young man, a daguerreotypist. I expect to spend many pleasant hours with him in the sum- mer house for he has promised to tell me all about my ancestors, of whom I know scarcely anything. I shan’t have much to say to him,however, so don’t worry, mother dear. Hoping to hear from you soon, with love to all the family and neighbors, I remain Your loving daughter, Phoebe Pynchcon. P. S. Please send the sash to my pink dress; it is in the band-box in the spare room closet. Olive Fay 1911. Locals and Jokes Commencement—June 22nd. College Examinations are next in order. Senior Dramatics were the best yet. What course have you elected for next year? Quincy High seems to be a popular school for visi- ting teachers. No class dues—no reception tickets! The Senior—Junior reception Friday evening April 15th was a most enjoyable occassion Miss Lillian McGilvary 1912 has returned to school after a long illness. Teacher: “What is Italy? 1912: A large city. The Senior Honor parts for Commencement have been awarded to the following pupils: Mary Cleveland Grace DeWolfe Richard Favorite Alfred Hanson Miss T—d: “Some of you pupils must be more careful: your marks are slipping up.” Bright Senior in Rear (doing some thinking) “Some of us are looking out they dont slip down.” Mr. Hart certainly deserves great commendation for the excellent appearance of the lawns about the High School. Many students have recently been fitted to glasses at the optical Department at Woolworths. (Junior in his sleep after Eng III. —E)“Aye, tear her tattered ensign down.” Ssizz—Ssizz If Charlie Kendall should meet Charlie Kendall coming down the street, and Charlie should look up into Charlie’s face and Charlie should look down The Golden Rod into Charlie’s face, which Charlie met the other walking down the street? We were pleased to receive a visit recently from former Head -Master Charles F. Harper, now of Syracuse, New York. Miss Bessie Brooks discontinued her post- graduate course here to accept a position as teacher in Montiview, New Hampshire. Teacher: “Give me an example of an independent clause expressing command.” Bright Pupil: “Let George do it.” Miss Beattie 1910 is occasionally seen about the school. We arc glad to learn that her eye has greatly improved. Teacher, Eng, IY (Reading to class) “The devil, the very devil himself! Smith,1911 (Rear of room).Here! Here!! Here!!!’ Charles H. Kendall 1910 won second place in potato race for Seniors in the annual gymnastics exhibition of B. A. A. on Tuesday, Favorite savings of some of the teachers Mr. Weiss “Very readily” Miss Thompson “As it were” Mr. Goddard: “All right, my boy Mr. Holbrook “Make it English.” Miss Howe: “Parlez a francais.” Great interest was shown recently in the reading of the play ‘Versalzei”by various members of “ Der deutche Yerein.” The cast was as follows Bertha............die Frau....... Miss Hicks Arnold.........der Mann ........Mr. Hanson. Luberg .......................... Mr. Lundin Die Tante .......................Miss Packard Der Onkle .......................Mr. Warshaw Trudschen ....................... Miss Pote Mr. Fouchct: “About thirty of the ‘Ros Maidens’ are still missing.” Yoice from the floor: “Where have they gone?” Bill N—: ’‘They must have got married.” WANTED-Something to keep Jameson’s attention from the girls in Room 21. The track fellows are out training nearly every fair day. Teacher Room 8: “How may a description be made more vivid?” Freshman: “A description may be made more vivid by describing the article in order. For in stance, when describing a person, start with the head and go down.” The cost of publishing the first and second num- bers of the “Golden Rod” was as follows: Decem- ber $73.35; April, $66.00; the cost of this issue is estimated at $70.00. Miss Mary Brown deserves the highest commen- dation for the “finished” manner in which “the Amazons” was presented. The results of Miss Brown’s artistic coaching were manifest inthe al- most professional manner in which the various parts were taken. At a Senior class meeting held April 5, 1910 three committees were elected. They are as follows:- Picture Committee. William Northrop (chairman) Noah Hardy Eleanor Pratt Senior Reception Committee. Theo. Corey (chairman) Chas. Hearn Margaret Hall Grace De Wolfe Forest Royal Alfred Hanson Gladys Hunt Charles Kendall. Class Party Committee. Bertha Given (chairman) Lillian Meade R. Sprague Roy Sidelinger Dorothy Frye Richard Favorite Mildred Dunham MissSayward (translating Lat. Ill) “Rursus in arma feror”—“I rush into his arms Eng. teacher: “What was the relation between James 1Y and Henry YIII? Bright Senior: “Sisters.” Aaron Gould, a popular member of the Senior class has left school. His family intends to make their home on the Pacific Coast. Mr. Roache: “Has annyone seen Mr. Hearn in the gymnasium today? Pupil (Amid much snickering) “It’s girls day o-day” Miss Shackley, head of the Drawing department THe Golden Rod has tendered her resignation, the same to take effect in June. Frcshie (translating Latin.) “If the other had not helped the other, the other would have been killed.” Miss B----rgc- “Thais’ too deep for me.” It is a pleasure to have an accomodating photo- grapher in Quincy. Mr. Nerses very willingly took another group picture for the weather was so misty at the time of the first sitting. Miss Mildred Dunham was the efficient property manager of the Senior Dramatics. Miss Marion Hicks has been chosen class prophet and Gordon Jameson, class historian “Saffo” is some singer. Anybody wishing a lunch at recess free of charge apply to A. Hanson TO. A school meeting was held in the hall Friday- April 22, to present Q’s” to the relay and basket ball teams in recognition of their excellent work on the athletic field. First the relay team composed of Franz Marceau, William Cranshaw, William Man- ning, and Everett Prout marched across the plat- form and received their Q’s” Soon the members of the basket ball team, headed by Cap’t Bates, with Leslie Arthur, Harold Chapman, Millard Chapman, Frank Harmon, William Manning, and Harold Prout followed, each receiving a “Q” amid continued clapping. In presenting the letters, Head master Mowlett told of his pride in the men and that the battles won on the athletic field are simply fore-runners of the larger and more glorious battles that some will win on the worlds’ field of action. The Seniors have reason to feel proud of their dramatics. Although the play, Pinero’s “Amozons’ was a much more ambitious one than many pre- vious classes have attempted, it was performed with a finish that is highly creditable to high school pup- ils. In excellence the cast was a well-balanced one from the charming [Lady Noeline to the slou- ching old Litton. The Belturbct sisters. Margaret Hall. Gladys Bain, and Anna Larkin, in their jaunty corduroy suits were most attractive. Each so well sustained her particular character that a dis- tinct atmosphere was created now by the dignified Lady Noeline now by the dashing Lady Thomasin, now by the timid Lady Wilhelmina. Isabel Thomas made an admirable mother and Philip Levowich played and looked to perfection the part of the minister. Leon Browne and Roy Sidelinger in character parts of the Frenchman who wanted to be English, and the Englishman whose ancestors made history were excellent. Each was a perfect foil for the other, and kept the audi- ence in a continual state of laughter. Charles Hearn was absolutely at his ease as the old game-keeper, while the part of mannish gymnasium teacher was played splendidly by Sarah Hale. William Northrop as the hero, Lord Utterly, had fine stage presence and was such a convincing lover that when, in spite of many re- buffs, he finally won the lovely “Lady Noeline,” he had the full approval of the audience. No little of the success of the play was due to the artistic stage setting which was arranged by Stan- ley Churchill and Richard Favorite. Athletic Notes Here we are,—baseball season again and a rou- sing good team! Baseball should have the hearty support of the school. If you want a good team, come out and help. A team is always encouraged with a good following. The prospects for a successful season are very- bright ; all we ask is the hearty support of the school. The team started in good season this spring by- practicing batting in School gymnasuim. Later when the weather permitted, the men went down to the regular field where they soon were in fine shape and ready for the real games. We want to thank all those persons who came to field practice and who helped faithfully in the coaching of our team. Mr. Currier has been very kind in helping the boys this present season as well as in the past years. He has done all in his power to assist the team and, as a school, we wish to thank him for his untiring efforts in our behalf. Thus far the team has been most successful; the The Golden Rod men have shown the results of good training and deserve great credit for their hard work. The opening game with the South Boston High School aroused more than the usual interest. Up to the last of the ninth inning .the score stood 3-3. In the first half of the tenth inning, the South Boston team failed to score. Then was Quincy’s chance! Two men were on the bases, with Captain Bates at the bat. AH at once a great cheer arose,- “Russ” Bates had knocked a fine fly out to left field enabling the men on the bases to reach home plate easily while left fielder was still chasing the ball. Quincy won the game! Recent games have added other such victories to the Quincy High. The schedule for the baseball season is as follows: April 19. So. Boston at Quincy. 22. Rockland “ “ 29, Weymouth 44 44 May 2. Revc re 44 4 4 6, Brockton 4 4 44 ” 10. Abington 44 4 4 12. Melrose 44 44 ” IN. Dedham 4 4 4 4 � 18, Dedham 4 4 4 4 M 20, Hingham 4 4 44 24. Brockton “ Brockton. J une 1, Everett “ Everett. 3. Lynn E. I I. S. “ Quincy. 6. Rockland “ Rockland. 8, Arlington. “ Quincy. � � 10, Hingham Hinhgam. 15, Waltham Waltham. Captain Russell Bates has been our “hero” in every team this year, with the exception of track team. “Russ” has done all a man could to make the teams a success. Quincy has had teams this year which will set the standard for teams of coming seasons. “Three cheers and a tiger” for Captain Bates with the best of good wishes for his future success. The work in the gymanasium under Dr. Smith has proved of great interest, as well as of great help to both boys and girls. I)r. Smith is another person to whom, through these columns, we wish to show our appreciation of his good work. Franz Marceau, otherwise known as “Babe” is a man of whom Quincy High is proud. Marceau’s running has been a most interesting feature in the sporting columns of Greater Boston. His running for the B. A. A. has also awakened a great deal of interest in the runner. We want to wish “Babe” all success in the future. May he continue the good work We feel that we are very fortunate in being able to publish a partial schedule of next season's ball games. Manager Blackmur 1911 is making every effort to have the best of football schedule on record. Cambridge Latin at Quincy Sept. 27 Weymouth H. S. 99 99 � 30 Abington H. S. M � 9 Oct. 7 Revere H. S. ” Revere 99 11 Brockton H. S. ” Brockton 9V !4 Hingham H.S. ” Quincy Nov. 11 Dorchester H. S. Dorchester 99 19 (Other games are as booked for both at home an away) Theodore Corey, 1910 Alumni Notes M. I. T. The freshmen at M. 1. T. obtain their first real impression of the institute from the Juniors, who form the freshman class at the beginning of the school year. Tech has been compared to a mud- scow in regard to getting into, but to a canoe in r(,gard to staying in. This comparison represents to a certain degree, the demands made upon the student during the four years. Tech does not make use of the elective system. Every student chooses a definite course, planned by the Institute, and he must follow the subjects prescribed by his course. Some of the subjects may seem out of place but necessary to the course. All prospective students shouldar be THe Golden Rod in mind that they, when their time comes, will have to choose a course upon which their life work ends. For many students this is a difficult choice and one that demands due consideration. Students preparing to enter Tech, should spend more time on the High School subjects that fit them for entrance, and should endeavor to enter with a clear record. They should also obtain the highest degree of eff- iciency in the important subjects relating to their courses and to their future. Tech is, therefore, an Institure for either the student or the athlete. Athletics do not play an important part, nor do they add to the name, but are important for the school’s work. Other colleges turn out men of athletic fame while Tech turns out men famous in the more important departments of the every day life. Those who have chosen to enter Tech have chosen wisely. H. Welsh, 1913. AMHERST COLLEGE. The fairest college of them all’ is a topic on which I am glad to say a few words. Amherst College, though small, is. nevertheless, large enough to take an active part in all branches of intercol- legiate interest. The Amherst Dramatic Associa- tion has won an enviable reputation throughout the eastern colleges. The concerts of the Mandolin and Glee Clubs have won fame for the College, while in public speaking and debating contests, Amherst has acknowledged few superiors. Amherst does not shine in these interests alone, for she has given considerable attention to athletic and has gained more than moderate success in all branches of sport, especially in that of base ball. Amherst has also the honor of takingthc innitiative in affairs which are now considered indispensable to all colleges of the present time. The first college gymnasium of the country was that built at this col- lege and the first system of compulsory physical training was instituted here. Amherst’s attitude toward athletics makes them of secondary impor- tance therefore, every man must have a standing of 65 in all his subjects in order to represent Amherst College in any way. Amherst is then, a college in which by far the greater attention is paid to scholarship. This atten- tion does not, however, govern the amount of study but the proper methods of study. For this reason Amherst is especially well endowed to turn out successful men,both for the professions and for the business world. The relations between the faculty and the students are the best that could be desired. The fac- ulty is not apart from,but a part of the student body. Our interests are their interests; our welfare their concern; and they are all the heritage of the college. Each student looks upon h is professor not merely as a teacher, but rather as an adviser, who is ready at all ti mes to give advice and aid. This con- cord and unity of spirit between the student and professor materially aids in making the college man what he should be, a master among men and a leader of men. Hammond Pride. 1913 Exchanges The Golden Rod” acknowledges with thanks the receipt of the following papers since its last issue The Review” (Lowell). Calendar,” ‘Alpha,’ Pioneer,” “Review” (Medford), Oracle” (Man- chester), Student, Beacon, Quarterly. Jab- berwoch,” Harvard Illustrated magazine,” Enter- prize, (Roxbury). Breeze,” School Life.” Senior’ Recorder,” Register,” Blue Owl,” “Sagamore,’ Powder Horn,” Chandelier, Clarion,” Pre mier, Imp,” Enterprise” (Keene, N. H.) Holten”. Red and Black, Oracle (Malden) “Volunteer,” Minute Man,” Argus, Oracle,” (Bangor Me.) “Orange and Black,” “Review” (Lynn), and Distaff.” Girls of My Generation” in the April number of the Enterprize” is a well written article. The Imp” contained an interesting story en- titled Fritz,” The Oracle” (Malden) was very interesting. The little play Much Astew over Nothing ’’was certainly excellent. The Golden Rod - CAUSE EXCHANGES Q :J1 WE HAVE ‘RECEIVEJ3 SEVERAL KNOCKS ABOUT THE CUT FOR EXCHANGES RECENTLY HLRES HOPING'THE RESUt-T WILL BE SATIS- FACTORY THE CAUSE 15 EviOENT The literary department of the “Argus” is espec- ially good. We were glad to receive a copy of the “Herald” (Westfield High School). Having attended that school for a short time the exchange editor naturally feels interested in its paper. The cover and also the cuts of the Medford “Reveiw” are very attractive. We were glad to receive again a copy of the Sa- gamore.” The exchange column is an excellent feature of the paper. Since the last issue of the “Golden Rod,” a copy of the “Fowder Horn” was welcomed with the other exchanges. The paper was very interesting and we hope it will continue to be one of our permanent exchanges. The “Review” (Lowell) contains an excellent exchange column,— well filled with comments and jokes. The cuts also arc very suggestive. The literary department of the Holten” is very interesting. The “Red and Black” is a well-arranged paper. The Oracle” (Manchester, N. H. is as interest- ing as ever, and contains a well written story THe Golden Rod ‘For Friendship’s Sake.” The ‘‘Harvard Illustrated Magazine came among our exchanges. The paper is certainly excellent, but somewhat beyond High School students. The tasty cover design of the “Minute Man” adds much to the attractiveness of the paper. Among our best exchanges this month, werc;- thc “Premier,” “Calendar, and the Oracle” (Ban gor, Me.). The “Senior” contains splendid material for a paper printed every two weeks. The “Golden Rod” has received this year a large number of excellent exchanges. We hope that in the future, each and every one will remain an exchange of our paper. Willie saw some dynamite, Couldn’t understand if cpiite, Investigation never pays— It rained Willie for seven days.”—Ex. “A watch may have no gender, But you really can't efface The fact that nearly always There’s a woman in the case.”—Ex Mrs. H. (relating burglar scare)—“Yes, I heard a noise and got up and there under the bed, I saw a man’s legs,” Mrs. W. —“Mercy, the burglars?” Mrs. H.—“No, my husband’s; he heard the noise too.”—Ex Ye Old Mill. Mill—Q. H. S. Mill boss—Principal Machinery—Teachers Raw material—Frcshies Finished Product—Seniors. Waste Product—Flunkers—Ex. I gif to you a violet In token dat I’m glad we met; I hope we may Already yet Once more again Togedder get.” —Ex If I do not have my Latin, Mr. Holbrook will declare, Unless I get a wiggle on I’ll barely get a fair.” If I flunk downright in Physics And o’er a problem have a fit. “Egno ne credit” Don’t trust a pony”—Ex “Out of the house the burglar stole, A bag of chink he chunk; And many a wicked smile he smole. And many a wink he wunk And many a hideous grin he grun; And many a thought he thunk. ’ —Ex T’was in a restaurant they met, One Romeo and’Juliet. ‘Twas there he first fell into debt, For Rom-e-od what Juli-et.” —Ex Freshman (reciting)For his service Isaac gave Gurthan Italian.” Teacher (surprized):- “An Italian?” Freshman:- “Well, the book said a guinea, but I dont use slang ” HOW TO SUCCEED. “Push,’’said the Button Take pains,” said the Window. “Never be led.” said the Pencil Be up-to-date,” said the Calendar. Always keep cool,” said the Ice. Do business on tick. said the Clock “Never lose your head,” said the Barrel. “Do a driving business,” said the Hammer, “Aspire to greater things,” said the Nutmeg. Make light of everything,” said the Fire. Make much of small things,” said the Microscope. Spend much time in reflection,” said the Mirror. “Do work you are ‘sooted’ for,” said the Flue. Get a good pull with the ring,” said the Door-bell. Besharp in all your dealings,” said the Knife. Find a good thing and stick to it,” said the Glue. —Ex John- What’s the best way to teaen.a girl how to swim?” Charles-“Oh, easy, first you put your left arm around her waist, and gently take her left hand, then—” John-“Oh, come off, she’s my sister.” Charlcs- Aw, shove her off the dock.”—Ex Mr. Weiss will ask me sweetly, If I want a c’tificate,” At French I try to study, But all one has to say To drive me fairly crazy Is Parlez-vous francais ?’’ G. J. TO The Golden Rod Characteristic Songs of the Class of 1910 Alien, Robert—“Boys will be boys.” Armstrong, Clarence—'Tm Afraid to go Home in the Dark.” Atkins. Helen—“Put on your old Grey Bonnet.” Bain, Gladys—“I Want What I Want When I Want It” Baker, Marion—“Kiss Me. Baker, Sally—“Waiting at the Church.” Barry. George—Go While the Coin’ is Good.” Bates, Roger- “Best 1 Get is Much Obliged.” Bates, Russell “No One Knows.” Beattie, Emily—“Smarty.”’ Bishop, Charles—“It‘s awfully nice to Love One Girl.” Bradley, Daniel—“Don’t Take Me Home.” Browne, Leon—“Captain Willie Browne. Buckley, Annie— “School Days. Buckley, Ellen—“Nellie was a Lady.” Bugler, Andrew—“The Poor Old Man.” Butler, Lawrence—“I’m Always Misunderstood.” Churchill, Stanley— “All Through Riding in a Motor Car. Claffey, Annie—“Pigtails.” Cleveland, Mary—“The Dear Little Girl Who is Good.” Cole, Winifred—“Because You’re You. Coombs, Lewis— “You never can Tell About a Woman.” Corey. Theodore—“Gee, I Wish I had a Girl.” Coupal, Josephine—“The Matinee Maid. Cremins, Timothy “Wistful Eyes. Crockett, Edna- “Cuddle Up a little Closer.” Danielson, Ruth—“Hats Make the Woman.” Dcnr hy, Margaret- “HomeSweet Home.” DeWc i , ( : : He Calls Me His Own, Grace Darling.” Dineen. Mae—“1 Used to be Afraid to go Home in the Dark but now I’m Afraid to go Home at all.” Dolan, Mary “You Can’t Guess What He Wrote on my Slate.” Duggan, John —“Good-a-bye, John.” Dunham, Mildred—“I Want Someone to Call Me Dearie.” Eastman, Agnes—“Salome Jackson.” Egan, Genevieve—“Meet Me by Moonlight, Sweet Genevieve.1’ Epes, Ruth—“If I Only had a Beau.” Favorite, Richard—“Fine and Dandy.” Fay, Eileen—“You Look Good to Me.” Files, Eleanor—“Stingy Kid.” Ford, Ralph -“Every day is Ladies Day with Me.’' Frye, Dorothy—“Mile. Modiste.” Garity, Joseph—“So Long Joe.” Given, Bertha—“Dearie.” Grant.Clarence—“What’s the Matter with Father” Hadden, Walter “What is Life to me?” Hale, Sarah—“There Never was a Girl Like You” Hall, Margaret- “Naughty Eyes.” Hanson, Alfred—’’Sweetheart Days.” Hardy, Noah—“Who Built the Ark?” Heaney, Anna—“Rosebud.” Hearn, Charles—“Little(?) Chauffer.” Hicks, Marion—“TheGigler. Higgcns, Marie—“Face of my sweet Marie.” Higgins, Florence—“The Yankee Girl Hoi teen, George—“I Remember You.4’ Hunt, Gladys—“ Miss Innocence.” Hyland, Edith— Take Me Out to theBall Game.” Igo, Edward—“Whistle It.” Jameson, Gordon—“Everybody Likes the Girl I Like.” Johnson, Olga— Has Anybody Seen My Husband. Kelly, Annie—“Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly.” Kendall, Charles— The Girl Who Threw Me Down” Larkin. Annie—“Cubimola Glide.” Leary, Margaret—“Come Put your Arms Around Me.” Levowich, Harry—“Pride of the Prairie.” Lundin, Enor—“Watch the Professor.” Martin, Anna—“In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree” Mahoney, Alice— Alice, where art thou going.” Manhire, Florence—“Floating Along.” M c Len nan, J a ne—‘ ‘ R a i n bow. ’ ’ Mead, Lillian—“Little Class of One.” Miller, Harold—“It looks to me Like a Big Night, to-night.” Moffat, Marion—“By the Light of the Silvery Moon” Murphy.' William Sprague. Reginald | he Midnight Sons.” The Golden Rod Nichol, Walter—“Tis ’ All I Know.” Northrop, William—“I'd rather Two step than Waltz, Bill.” Pearce, Clara—“For-gct-me-not.” Peterson, Fridolf—“The Bashful Bachelor.” Pratt, Eleanor—“Love me Like I like to be Loved. Reinhalter, Mildred— Dreaming” Royal, Forrest—“Peaches and Cream.” Sayward Charles—“I Want Someone to Play With Scarborough, Eva—“Sunbonnet Sue.” Sidelinger, Roy—“Keep on Smiling.” Smith, Harry—“My Wife’s gone to the Country.” Smith Marion—“Beautiful Eyes.” Sprague, Harry— ‘Moonbeams. ’’ Sulivan, Daniel—“Pony Boy.” Thomas, Isabel—“Merry Widow.” Torn, Carl—“Why Don't you Try.” Torrey, Elizabeth—“I’ll see you Later Dearie’ Turner, Ethel—“Somebody’s Waiting for N ou Veal, Thomas—‘I’m glad I’m a boy.” Warshaw, Nathiel—“Scuse Me.” Wilbas, Oscar—“Garden of Dreams.” Yule, Catherine—“Wonder What’s the matter With My Eyes.” Characteristics of Class 1910 Allen, Robert John When at the plate this fellow doth stand With feet widely parted, bat in hand. With an awful clout The ball goes about O’er the top of the old grand stand. Armstrong, Clarence Swazey This fellow was boarding a trolley To visit his friend Miss Polly, ‘Twas going so fast He let out a blast Which wasn’t, I’m sure —O, GoIIie.” Atkins, Helen Gertrude There is a young lady called Helen, Who is eternally yelling, “Get my Latin, I can’t, My ‘math’ I just shan’t; What’s the use of this old German spelling?” Bain, Gladys Lina There was a young lady named Bain, Who loved to stay out in the rain. She played in the puddles And got into muddles-- This queer little maiden named Bain. Baker, Marion Louise There was a young girlie, Louise Who ate a chunk of live cheese, But it did not agree With her health---by gee! So she’s feeding now on green peas. Baker, Sally Tompson There is a small teaser called Sally, Whoa ball game did try hard to tally; She did her best, The team did the rest, Until there came a big batting rally. Barry, George A demure young fellow called Barry The weight of his books could not carry But he just had to yield To a smooth base-ball field For in spite of his load he’d there tarry Bates, Roger Edward A windy cornet player Bates At parties and dances ne’er waits. Evening and morn, He blows his own horn And high cost of living he hates. Bates, Russell Thomas There’s a man in Quincy town And he is wondrous wise: He bats out nothing but safe hits And catches all the flies; At running bases he’s supreme. His steals are quite the thing. The fans unite in saying that In baseball “Russ” is king. Beattie, Emily Elizabeth You dear little maid -Emily, What makes you so tiny and wee? THe Golden Rod You surely arc sweet With your No. 2 feet, My heart, it does beat--twecdlc-dee. Bishop, Charles Eben There was a young fellow named “Bish” Who juggled an old China dish It broke with a roar. When it fell on the floor Now for coin poor “Bish” has to wish! Bradley, Daniel Kerins This fellow, another tried to soak With a lump of imported coke; The two had a fight And hit left and right Until Brad” hit the “bloke” a hard poke Browne, Leon Danforth There is a big fellow named “Bung” Who has wonderful power of lung While o‘er class dues he’ll hackle In English he’s sure to “cackle” This'great big fel low-cal led “Bung” Buckley, Anna Gertrude One’coal black complexioned sweet Ann At simple translation began, Although Latin and French Turned her back to the bench,” Through English and German she ran. Buckley, Ellen Rosa Ther was a young lady called Rosa Who dropped a brick on her toes--a She jumped up with a fright And cried all the night When she saw the red on her nose—a. Bugler, Andrew Philip There was a young fellow called Andy. Whose complexion was rather sandy. At tackle he played And others out weighed, So in Football ‘Andy’s the candy.” Burke, Margaret Teresa There was a young lady called Burke Who swallowed het food with a jerk: She kept bach a tear Although she felt queer And jumped about like a Turk. Butler, Lawrence Theodore There is a young fellow called Lawrence Who holds all lessons in abhorrence; One day when delighted In history he recited Which brought forth surprise in torrents. Churchill, James Stanley Of knowledge this fellow has loads He’s always in style with the modes; When out in his auto He follows the motto, “You’ll find me where there are good Rhodes” Claffey, Annie Edna There is a young lady cabled Claffey Who will drive you awfully daffy. To her you must go Whether or no To taste of her exquisite taffy. Cleveland, Mary Fanette Has this girl brains? See the marks she attains; Surely brains her head contains; Such a standing she maintains. Cole, Winifred Thornton This little girl called Cole Has eyes as black as coal; Long and fixedly She looks at you wickedly. As if she could look through your soul. Coombs. Lewis Emmons There was a young laddie named Lewis Who was struck on a fair headed Jewess. When he was sad She humored the lad And called him her “thweet little Lewis.” Corey, Theodore Harold Oh stylishly dressed and well comged Ted On what, indeed, on what are you fed? In spite of jour height. Please kindly rccite- What is the shade of your head? Conpal, Josephine Lena A little girl called Josephine Drank a quart of kerosene. ’Twas mighty tough. 11 went down rough: To lubricate, she ate vaseline. Cremins, Timothy Michael There was a young fellow called Michael Who bought him an imported cycle; The bells they were busted. The spokes all were rusted, This poor young fellow called Michael. Crocket, Edna Persis There was a young lady called Crockett THe Golden Rod Who swallowed an old tin locket, With one great gullup She coughed it all up- And keeps it now in her pocket. Danielson, Ruth Lennia A very good cook is Rut hie For well she can cook a cookie; She sits in a nook With eyes on a book And never was known to play “hooky Dennehy, Margaret For a nick-name they called her “Denny,” One day she picked up a penny: She spent it on lemons To feed a boy Cremins, Till she found she didnt have any. De Wolfe, Grace Lillian This fine young lady called Grace Was one day running a race: She was not so slow And stubbed her big toe On the end of her long boot lace. Dineen, Mae Elizabeth Easy going Without a care; There’s a smile on her face Be it stormy or fair. Dolan, Mary How this young girl loved to sew! With thread as black as a crow She bought some buttons At Houghton and Duttons’ And sewed them all in a row. Duggan, John Ambrose If you wish to see some fun, Just watch this fellow run. Like a furniture dray. On a moving day O jinks! but ain’t this a pun? Dunham, Mildred Lee Of our Mildred we’re all very proud. She’s one to be marked in a crowd With her blooming red cheeks. And her fluffy brown hair. She’s what you would really call fair. Eastman, Agnes Almeda There is a young lady called “East Who bought a package of yeast; She used to be small But now she is quite tall. So no more on yeast doth she feas� Egan, Genevieve Landers A quiet little girl is she Who never once said-- Oh Gee! She’s not very tall Nor awfully small— And never got struck on a “he Epes, Ruth Greene There was a Senior called Ruth Who had a troublesome tooth. With a horse shoe magnet She pulled out the fragment Believe it, for this is the truth. Favorite, Richard Joseph A brawny, old duffer called “Dutch Of everything knows very much. When asked to explain, He will say with disdain, “You really should know about such” Fay, Eileen Gertrude There is a young maiden named Fay Who comes to our school every day. They call her “sweet Gertie” Why, I cannot quite see Except that it suits her some way. Files, Eleanor May This young woman called Foss” Was never once heard to “cuss”, When accidents come, She keeps very mum And only refers us to “Russ”. Ford, Ralph Wheelock A bright lively boy named Ford For hours o’er books gravely poured. But when asked to recite Knowledge fled out of sight, For his head was as hard as a board. Frye, Dorothy There was a young lady called Frye Who her necktie tried to tie. She had a fit The tie she bit, Then “Help, oh help!” she did cry Garity, Joseph Joe is more quiet than he used to be “I wonder why,” they said to me. Scratching my head I quickly said. “Why he’s'a Senior now you see.” Given, Bertha Mildred There was a young lady named Given Who. after she’d striven and striven THe Golden Rod At Latin, she said, “I wish I were dead,” Then to suicide the poor thing was driven. Grant, Clarence Winfred There was a young fellow called («rant Who looked like a little black ant; He had a grin As black as sin. And well his studies did chant. Hadden, Walter Scott There is a young fellow called Hadden Who ate a large bale of blue padding. He then drank some water When he hadn’t ought'cr Which made him feel much like gunwadden” Hale, Sarah Maud Here’s to good old Sarah Maud Here’s to her though strange and odd. Here’s to her bright remarks Here’s to her innocent larks And here's to her bright smile and nod. Hall, Margaret A learned girl is Margaret Hall; Although she’s not very tall, She loves to grind to fill up his mind With things that are far from small. Hanson, Alfred Emanuel There was a young fellow styled Hanson Whom the “Telegram” wanted to ransom. He set them his price They put him on ice And now for them he’s doing handsome. Hardy. Noah Phillips Out of the depths there shall pour, In resounding and echoing roar, Both fiction and knowledge galore From one long-legged, storm-weathered Noah. Heaney, Anna Louise Anna Heaney out of order Gave me a smile one day in the corridor; So sweet was it, My tongue I bit To keep back remarks which would have floored her. Hearn. Charles Connor Hearn is good natured and jolly, Wherever he goes ther’s folly; He laughs with a laugh that is heard for miles And when lie’s not laughing, lie’s wreathed in smiles. Hicks, Marion Estelle There is a young lady called Hicks Who ate a pint of tooth picks; They tickled her so. She walked to and fro. Chewing some oily lamp wicks. Iliggens, Marie There is a girl called Higgens Who liked a boy called Wiggins. They had some scraps And swapped some slaps And ran for other “diggin’s.” Higgins, Florence Jessica One day when reading “Mr. Pratt” This girl forgot where she was at She let out a roar, Banged the book on the floor For from her desk there came a black rat. Hoi teen, George Arnold As good a man as you’d like to sec And just as bashful as can be; He walks with a truly graceful air Like guiding the plow behind an old mare. Hunt, Gladys Garey This little girl often wishes she were tall Instead of being so awfully small. When by the window an auto doth roll. She cannot see it to save her poor soul. Then she wishes that she were able To look outside without using a table. Hyland, Edith Louise Now surely this giggler you know, The maid with never a foe; Though a diminitive mite. She worships great height,— This lass with never a beau. Igo, Edward Joseph Edward Joseph Igo, Stuck in the mud at high tidc-o, He had so much trouble, That he called for a bubble”, And had a long free ride-o. Jameson, Gordon Rogers This fine young fellow called “Jam” Is a son of old Uncle Sam; He raises the “Dickens” And escapes all the lick’ins” And ’tis said that he never says-----“Sugar!” Johnson. Olga Olive A musical maiden as you may see, She’s just as natural as can be; The Golden Rod Never a sharp, and never a flat I’ll tell you the reason for all that— Natural C is her favorite key. Kelly, Annie Elizabeth Anybody here seen Kelly— Kelly of the Quincy High? For her hair is dark. And her cheeks arc red, And she wears a lid On the top of her head; Anybody here seen Kelly? Kendall. Charles Hallett Theres’ a skinny guy in Quincy High Whose love for chewing gum. Doth far exceed his love for feed, But not his love for Dunham.. Larkin, Annie Dorothea Anna Larkin. I caught her sparking, One day in the rear of the school. I shouted. “Hey there!’( She answered, ’’Stay there” And called me a silly “old fool.” Learg, Margaret Ellen This young girl from Atlantic, Drove the Seniors quite frantic With her hair down her back; It doesn’t look slack— But those puffs there’rc gigantic. Levowich, Harry Phillips This jolly fellow from Quincy came. And we know he’s always just the same. His ambition is for dramatic art; In this he takes a prominent part. Once in a contest he spoke a piece. Which made the audience call out,”Ceace.” Lundin. Enor Edward You all know him. the blue eyed shark. Who studies and studies till long after dark He seldom gets out with the boys for fun, And there’s scarcely a girl he does not shun He plays the organ from six to eight. Hoping at length to become very great. McLennon, Jane Jennie is a demure little maid Always so quiet, always so staid; Her hair is combed plain, She never is vain; But we’re fraid she’ll be an old maid. Mahoney, Alice Gertrude If some of the beaux fair Alice must lose. I’m sure she’d know not whom to choose, For her pleasures and joys Are centered in boys. Whether in pumps or old tennis shoes. Manhire, Florence Gertrude A cute little maiden so sweet, So bashful, so shy, and so neat; Now, who can but glean ’Tis Florence we mean. The girl whom no one can beat. Martin, Amna Louise The girl whom no one can beat. We’ll give her a nick name “Mart”, And ask for a strawberry tart Baked in steam With lots of cream; Bake some more; we’ll do our part. Mead, Lillian Mary This little girl and a laddie named Starret, Went down to the grocers’ for carrots; They quickly returned. Twas recently learned, And ate them up in the garret. Miller. Harold Preston There was a young fellow named Miller, Who was such a great lady-killer He loved to be seen With the “fair Nocline”, Did this dashing H. Preston Miller. Moffat, Marion Mary Little Miss Moffat Sat on a tuffet Fating a pint of cream. Along came a Miller And tried hard to kill her— Then Miss Moffat did scream. Murphy, William This dreamy queer fellow called “Put”, Is a broad-shouldered, dark-haired Mutt,” He wears overalls And juggles baseballs, And all his studies doth cut. Nicol, Walter Smith There was a fellow called Nicol Who choked on a green Dill pickle; He turned very white And clasped his hands tight Then picked it out with a sickle. Northrop, William Clement There was a young fellow named Billy Who could draw many pictures so silly; The teachers went mad. The Golden Rod And called him all bad,” And now we pity poor Willie. Pearce, Clara Mildred To this maiden shy, We must say good-bye At the end of our Senior year; We’ve seen you in High Often eating cream pie Let us hear from you Clara dear. Peterson, Fridolf Helge Pete had high ambitions A hunter great to be. He sat upon the storm-swept bay But never a duck saw he. Pratt, Eleanor Walsh Where gocst thou in such evident haste? If something good-give us a taste. O’ what a mistook, Just take a quick look. Jim’s got his arm around her-------- umbrella Reinhalter, Mildred Florence Mildred studies hard in Math.” Always keeping in the path. Never failing. Smoothly sailing, Mighty good marks Mildred hath. Royal, Forrest Betton When walking down a sunny street You see a fellow —oh. so neat! Is he looking as he ought ’er? Well, I guess —’tis “Rosy Water.” Say ward, Charles Henry Oh, here’s to our stealthy detective With pistols and knives so defective, With menacing gait He laughs at our fate For lie’s inclined to be unprotective. Scarborough, Eva Catherine There was a young girl called Eve’ Who had a hole in her sleeve. We though she was nutty” When she closed it with putty— Of course this was not done with our leave. Sidelinger, Roy Le Van How tiny thou art, little Roy, Like some five cent pretty toy Of shining tin And painted grin Which is sweet and wonderfully coy. Smith. Harry Burns When at the piano this fellow doth sit With terrible bangs the keys he doth hit, We tremble with joy When we learn that this boy To an encore does always say, “Nit.” Smith, Marion Florence This girl makes eyes As large as pies, But they’re not to be had for nothing. If her you should meet, And say something sweet, She’d answer, Oh, quit your stuffing.” Sprague, Harry Elliott There is a young fellow called Harry, Who for a school girl long did tarry He thought her so fine, He got him a shine, And now he’s singing—“I’ll Marry”. Sprague. Reginald With his pants rolled up six inches, And a pointed shoe that pinches, Beautiful ties, Blue as the skies— The honor of “sport”— he cinches. Sullivan, Daniel Philip What a pretty little boy am I With my curly hair and dark brown eye; I’m just as bashful as can be, You never saw a girl with me. Thomas, Isabel Knowlton This stylish young lady called Li . Got struck on a young laddies’ fiz. If you are curious, She’ll surely be furious And tell you to mind your own biz. Torn, Carl Henning There was a young fellow called Torn Whose hair from his head was all shorn ; They took off a ton, And left only one. So that now poor Torn looks forlorn. Turner, Cora Ethel She is so small and so tiny That I stepped on her one day, Then up she popped and said so sweetly Will you please get out of my w.iy? When politely I tried hard to tell The reason why 1 had so blundered, She popped again—so very quickly “Call not again, she thundered. Veale. Thomas Herbert There is a short fellow called Veale THe Golden Rod Who lost once his regular meal. So he grabbed a nicklc, And bought a pickle Which turned his head like a wheel. Warshaw, Nathanial There was young fellow called Nat” Who whittled a home made bat; He hit the ball a crack Around the bases he “tacked.” Then bowed and took off his hat. Wilbas. Carl Oscar There was a young duckie called Oscar. Who swam from Quincy to Gloucester. When he got there, He cut off his hair And changed his good name to Foster. Yule Catherine Jeanette There was a young maiden called Yule Who tickled the heel of a mule; The mule did kick. ’Twas quite a trick— Now Never no more” is Yules’ rule. William Northrop Gordon Jameson Grace DeWolfe 1910” We stated as a Freshman class. This class of nineteen-ten, And we’ve been studying good and hard ’Most every day since then. We have taken Latin, ‘Dutch’, and French. Some History and Math; We’ve also tired to keep within The straight and narrow path. The second year we were class cd Sphs— And didn’t we feel grand? We thought the Freshman class below The queerest in the land. As juniors we did grind and grind At Shorthand and Typewriting! Some chose to study Chemistry The Lb.” was so inviting. But now ’tis really nineteen-ten, [j Our Senior year is here. And we, alas! must say farewell To the Quincy High so dear. The most of us will graduate. I f we study on ’till June, But some of us will come next year To hum the same old tune.” Sally Baker 1910 Class Song Tune of “Old Oaken Bucket.” How dear to our hearts are the scenes of our school- days When fond recollection presents them to view; The German, the French, the Latin, and English And the loved studies our schooldays then knew The echoing chorus and the Orchestra with it. The baseball and football each spring and each fall. The office,the class rooms, where we students did sit. And always the spirit that breathed over all. The spirit of Quincy, the bright cheery spirit We bequeath to those taking our places next fall CHARLES C. HEARN compliments of Tel. Quincy 466-3 ‘ When in doubt, buy of Osgood is all right, but when you want “No Doubt” buy of Charles F. Pettengill Johnson Bros. 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