Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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

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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 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