Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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

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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

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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;