Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.

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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;

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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