Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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15he Golden Rod QUINCY, MASSACHUSETTS, JUNE 1910 HAT is so rare as a day in June, especially for teachers and students? June is the month to which we all look, because it is the time of emancipation from hard studies and the signal for approaching vacation with all its manifold pleasures. But to the Seniors, June has a special attraction for it is the time of graduation, the time when we have reached the climax of our high school course. But when grad- uation is over, when we have received our diplomas when our reception is a thing of the past, and we are 1 aving our class party, shall we then be as happy as we were when in the anticipation of it all? Shall we not regret leaving our teachers and parting with our class mates w ith whom wre .have associated, and whose pranks and good nature we enjoyed the past four years? Undoubtedly a great many of us will utter a sigh of regret when it is all over and we shall almost wish that we were at the beginning, i nstead of at the end of our course. OUR class treasurer knows that “It is more blessed to give than receive”, but he is perfectly willing to receive all of the back class dues. Each member must pay money owed for monthly dues in order to receive tickets fo the Senior Reception. It must be borne in mind that no small sum of money is required with which to pay the expenses for the reception and class party, and the gift which we all wish to donate to the school. In order to do this, we need enough money to defray our necessary expenses and to have some left over. Call on Mr. Browne an . he will gladly tell you how much you owe. THE class of 1910 is about ready to say “farewell” to the dear old school. We have had both sad and glad experiences during our four years of hard work, but feel well repaid for it all now. We owe many thanks to our teachers for the time and patience which they have expended in order to help us along from year to year. We also wish to thank the boys who have helped to raise the athletic standing of our school. Credit is also due those members of the Senior class w ho have helped make a record in the history of the school. That the best of success may follow them, even after they have departed from the Quincy High, is our earnest wish.

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The Golden Rod THE GOLDEN ROD”“ staff wish to thank the pupils of the school for their kind sub- scriptions to the paper. All the contributions that were handed in, whether accepted for publication or not, were gratefully received; some contributors certainly, deserve great credit. We sincerely hope that the school as a whole will take more interest in the paper next year. The subscriptions are suf- ficient,but the material that we ought to receive in order to make the different editions more interest ing, has been lacking. Let next year’s board of editors be plentifully supplied with poems, short stories, and any articles of interest to the school. WE WOULD NOT forget to render our hearty thanks to the business advertisers who have so kindly patronized the advertising pages of our paper. HE GOLDEN ROD prizes were awarded as follows:— First Prize............Charles Say ward 1910 Second Prize......................Ralph Ford Honor Story................ Margaret Tubman Poem...................Lewis Coombs 1910 Although the two prize stories are very similiar in their setting, both are printed in this issue. All’s Well That Ends Well T HAD BEEN a perfect day, one unusual even for Arizona. All day long the scorch- ing rays of the great yellow ball shone down unmercifully upon the sizzling alkali, send- ing the heat waves throbbing and pulsating from its parched surface. Three men sitting astride their horses could be seen just coming over the crest of a small rise, their shirts open at the neck, their sombreros tipped back from their streaming foreheads. From the distance one might mistake the men for cowboys gathering for the spring round up, but upon closer inspection .even the casual observer could per- ceive that they belonged to a rougher and more reckless class of beings. One, a short, thick set man of some forty years, bearing a scar from a stillcto over his left temple, seemed to possess the leader- ship. This was plainly discernable when upon the lifting of his hand the other two riders drew rein and gathered around in respectful silence awaiting his pleasure. At last he spoke in the gutteral accents of the Mexican halfbreed. “Boys,” said he squinting up his eyes and resting his chin in his palm,“boys,we’re about down to the last cent.” Then turning to one of his companions. “Joe, how much have we left, anyhow?” “Five dollars,’’said that worthy quickly. “Huh said the leader of the band disgustedly. “I thought as much. Not a very good showing for men in our business,eh?” The others nodded their heads in silent acknowledgment. “But that is neither here nor there.“the leader continued, “we’ve got to have money or starve and if we don’t have the money,we surely will starve. There's not one ranchman’s wife inall the country that will givea fellow a bit to eat: no sir, not one” . we’re too well known. That racket of the sheriff’s, with our pictures and descriptions has queered us all right. Haven’t any suggestions, have yer?” “Wal,” drawled the tall, slim man on his right, ‘1 suppose we might tackle another holdup or rustic a few more steers. “Yes,you’re a nice man to talk about hold-up” the leader snarled contemptuously, “the only reason we lost on the “Bar A” job, was because you put your self in the line of a stray bullet and turned squealer-- but,-— “Wal,” the tall man broke in, “I guess if--”Thc chief silenced him with a wave of the hand contin- uing, “But when it comes to cattle,what can we do with them? We can’t sell the critters, for the simple reason that we couldn’t get 'em out of the country. The fords are all watched and every trail will be