Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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6 THE GOLDEN-ROD IN MEMORIAM WILLIAM HAROLD PROUT, 'U EDWINA RANDLETT SWEETLAND, '13 EDWIN WILLIAMS BEAL, '12 RALPH ELWIN WEYMOUTH, ’IS

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Che 6olden-Rod QUINCY, MASS., JUNE, 11)12 Quincy high school d H © E? 5 I This number brings us up to graduation and it is with feelings of joy and regret that we, the seniors, say farewell to Quincy High—jov be- cause we have reached the goal toward which we have been striving—regret that our high school days are over, leaving us with real prob- lems to face. But wherever the years may take us, we can look back upon this time as four of the happiest years of our lives. We are all very sorry to lose Mr. Hewlett. During the short time that he has been with us, he has done everything in his power for the im- provement of the school and has taken a keen in- terest in all our undertakings. We congratu- late the people of Medford on their good fortune in having secured a principal of such marked ability. Our best wishes go with him in his new work. The Senior Dramatics were successful beyond our expectations. The High School hall was filled with an enthusiastic audience which was kept in a gale of laughter by Mr. Wycombe. the fussy old pessimist always worrying about his health (Maurice Blackmur), the old colored servant noted for “his laugh (Everett An- drews), and the funny situation into which Philip Iialvosa as Tom Carter is thrown, in blacking up and taking the place of the servant, who is out, when the Wycombes unexpectedly “take advantage of the standing invitation to drop in to dinner” at the Greys. Juanita Meth- erall. as Mrs. Bob Grey, the distracted hostess, was extremely charming, and Olive Barnicoat as Carter’s sweetheart was very lovable indeed. Louise Moyle took the part of Mrs. Wycombe, a dignified “personage” very creditably, and Am- brose O’Dowd, as Dorothy’s father, assumed the “peppery disposition very well. Herbert John- son. as the policeman, and Raymond Hall, as Mr Bob Grey were both very good. The costumes wore extremely pretty, and the whole thing was carried out in a manner which reflects much credit on Miss Brown, the coach, and on the en- tire cast. We congratulate them. Through some mistake, the names of the au- thors of two stories in the last issue of the Gold- en Rod were omitted. “Aunt Sue's Dilemma” was written by Merle Daniels ’14. and “A Per- manent Visit by Elizabeth Howard 12. Mr. Schoonmaker has resigned from his posi- tion here as head of the commercial department to go into business. We are sorry that he is leaving us. but our best wishes for success go wiP' him.

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THE GOLDEN-ROD 7 When Cupid Rules an Anarchist On Thursday, the twelfth of February, 1910. John Annislev was taking the short-cut across the -common. Suddenly his keen eves spied some- thing in the gutter. He looked down and saw, that it was a bit of silver like one part of a half- dollar cut in fourths. On it were mystic signs and a small red spot which gave it a rather grewsome appearance. Looking down again to see if there was anything else connected with the bit of silver, he saw a crumpled paper with writing on it, which he picked up. On the paper written in a sprawling hand was the following: Dear brother Shwartz: Here is the bit of silver which answers the pur- pose of a passport. Don’t lose it, for without it you can’t get in. When you reach the house, 23 Worcester Square, the street door will be open. (Jo straight on through the hall, then to the left, and straight on: and that will bring you to a small stairway. Go up and you will be in a ■circular room. Show your passport to the man in black who will take you to the three whose parts fit into yours. Give them the pass letters 0 B I R and all will be well. Your fellow worker in the glorious cause Ivan Rabinowskv. P. S. Be there before 4 A. M., as the state ■senate will convene at 9. Annislev s amazement at this letter was un- bounded What should he do? Tell the police? No, he had not much to tell for the letter might mean anything. Finally the daring spirit in him conquered and he decided to go himself. Next morning he presented himself at No. 23 Worcester Square at the unearthly hour of quar- ter to four A. M. He followed the directions of the letter and showing the bit of silver was led to a table at which three people sat. bearing the pieces which fitted his. He observed his group closely. There was a fat woman who talked in a wheezy whisper of the “cause” and plied him with questions. The other man at the table was. as he sup- posed. the Ivan Rabinowskv of the letter and intercepted the questions on the ground that he was just let in to the society. The second woman seemed scarcely more than a girl and asked Rabinowskv to introduce him to.her. This. Rabinowskv did. to the girl’s sat- isfaction but not to Annislev’s. for while he learned her name was Valda Gerard he did not know his own first name. Valda arose and called the meeting to order and gave the rules which governed the drawing These were, first, each group should choose a representative. The group whose representative drew the red ball should have charge of the bomb. Next, the youngest one in each group, that is. the newest to the society should place the bomb. Horrors! at the drawing, Annislev’s group drew the red ball; his was the task of placing the bomb. He dared not refuse; refusal meant death for disclosure of a secret society is not wished by its members. He heartily wished he had kept out of trouble. With the infernal machine in his grip and with a heavy heart, he walked toward Beacon street. The bomb was set to explode in half an hour and he did not understand the workings enough to avert the coming catastrophe. Suddenly he heard a peal of laughter. Turn- ing around he saw Valda hurrying toward him. At that moment he became somewhat peevish and asked what was so uproariously funny. At this she answered. “Come sit down and I’ll tell you.” “I can't though I’d like to,” he said, “for this thing is going off in exactly four and three- quarters minutes.” and a woebegone expression came over his face. “Foolish! foolish!” laughed Valda. “Did you think that that was the real bomb that you have? I knew you came for a lark and so I put water for nitro-glyccrine in yours and Ivan has the right one.” Just at that moment, there arose a great com- motion. Policemen both mounted and on foot, hurried hither and thither. Soon the cry of “Down with the anarchists.” could be distin- guished.