Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.

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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.”

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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