Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Page 25 text:

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

Page 24 text:

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?

Page 26 text:

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