Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 32 of the 1913 volume:

I-'OOT • IA I«I TKA.M ’i:i Photo fry Xcncs The. Golden-Rod VOLUME XXIII. DECEMBER, 1013. NO. 1 THE GOLDEN-ROD Published Three Times During the School Year by the STUDENTS OF Q. H. S. ADDRESS THE GOLDEN-ROD QUINCY. MASS. EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief..............DOROTHY BROKAW Literary Editor..............MARTHA ROBINSON Art Editor...................ERNEST N. GELOTTE Athletic Editor......................HORTON PAGE Local and Joke Editor FREDERIC SCHENKELBERGER Alumni and Exchange Editor FREDERICK M. ATWOOD Business Manager......................PAUL COOMBS Ass’t. Business Manager......WILLARD CROCKER ( MARGARET PARK, 1915 Ass’t. Local Editors....- WARREN CRANE, 1916 ( PAUL RASMUSSEN, 1917 For sale at Quincy High School Brown Co., Quincy G. C. Shunk, Wollaston Advertising Rates per Three Issues $24.00 per Page $2.00...................................for Card Space Other Spaces in Proportion George IV. Prescott Publishing Company Printers. EDITORIALS. The Goldenrod once more welcomes back to school students and teachers, old and new. We have another year ahead of us and we hope it will be a pleasant and profitable one for all. The day before Thanksgiving we said goodby to Miss Brown who has taught in the English Department in our school for several years. We hope she will be very happy in her new life. Tin; first step towards making The Goldenrod a school paper has at last been taken ami has found expression in the election of one staff representative from each of the lower classes. Such an arrangement, it is hoped, will not only main- the paper more interesting to a large num- ber this year, but will also make it better in years to come. One who has held an office, how- ever inferior, on the editorial staff must acquire some knowledge of the duties oi an editor and should, therefore, prove of invaluable assistance to the succeeding staff. The s afc hopes that each class will do its utmost to male? the 1914 Goldenrod stand pre-eminent among all Golden- rods, past and to come. School assemblies in the past have been few in fact, the school has met as a whole only about seven times within the last two years. It has been the custom at these meetings to have either a lecture of reproof from the principal, or a talk by an outsider on some subject directly or indi- rectly connected with the school. But now a new plan has been established,— namely, that these meetings shall occur once a week, lasting from ten minutes to three quarters an hour. These assemblies will be opened with devotional exercises followed, perhaps, by a song or two, and then school notices and a short ad- dress. At these exercises a student, also, may have the privilege of speaking to the school. The first of these assemblies was held Friday, the twenty-first of November. At this meeting Mr. Collins outlined his plan for future meetings and made a strong plea for a greater display of school spirit. At the close we were also favored with a short talk by Captain Young concerning the football games and the enthusiasm he would like to have the school show. We firmly believe that these assemblies will be a great help to our school. 4 THE GOLDEN-ROD AVhat is school spirit? School spirit is a faithful and constant endeavor to further the good of your school in every way possible. Have you tried to make your school worthy of its name? Have you prepared your daily lessons well and regularly? Have you given material to your Goldenrod to make it the best ever? Have you contributed towards the football games, cheering the fellows on to victory? If you have not done all these things, wake up! There is still time to show school spirit. When a collection is made, feel interested, do not say, let the other fellow do it. Be interested in all the teams and go to the games. Help the Goldenrod with subscriptions, live jokes and good stories. See to it that you do your daily lessons to the best of your ability. Lastly, honor the Quincy High School. The Heart's Christmas What is more peaceful or more beautiful than a snowstorm,—a country snowstorm? The city variety is unproductive of imaginative flights— in fact, the least said, the better, on that score. But a real Northern New England snowstorm, such as they were having in Clyde one day in late December, affords much that is delightful. The big, bare hills, the stark elms and beeches, and the deserted pastures were provided with a cov- ering of dainty purity by the thousands and thousands of dry flakes which were falling steadily down, down, as they had been for two days past. The children of the neighborhood, on their way home from school, were shouting to eavh other that Santa Claus could come in his sleigh this year. Yet, for some unaccountable reason the fairy flakes failed to bring joy or even a sense of calm to Trude Emery. She was sitting at the kitchen window, gazing out and off toward the village. Now she started as if she had heard some sound; then she sank back into her rocker, disappointed—for she was expecting to hear the whistle of the train from the city. When it did not come, she began to blame the faultless snow for the delay. Mr. Emery was a shrewd, Yankee farmer who had already discovered that the cultivation of that perennial crop—the summer boarder—was profitable. He even took “select parties ' in the winter for a jolly Christmas gathering—when the sleighing was good and he would have an op- portunity to let his horses! lie had driven to the station but a scant twenty minutes before to meet a party of six who were to spend Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Christmas Day, at his home. Trude had thought of very little else since the letter came from Boston. Although she saw a few- city people in the summer, enough time elapsed between summer and Christmas to make her eager for the coming of the strangers. She had lived in this retired corner of the world all her life and therefore was remarkably young for her twenty-two years. For this reason, al- though she had no fault to find with her quiet but useful life, she did enjoy the excitement and novelty afforded her by her father’s board- ers. What was that? A sleigh bell? Yes. Would they pass by or?—no, they were turning in and Trude could discern a group of laughing faces. She rose hastily, went into the dining room for a last look at the blazing logs in the great fireplace and was at the door when the guests came in, stamping off the snow. T! e coi-.'.idl welcome of the little jiousekeeper put the visitors immediately at their ease. First came Bessie, stout and voluble; then her sedate mother, who, by the way, had a twinkle in her eye; Bernice, the stately opposite of her friend Bessie, and fair Eleanor followed; mischievous Tom was not far behind them: Trude liked them all on the spot. As she held out her hand to the sixth member of the party, she had to lift her eyes quite a lit- tle in order to see his face for he towered high above her. Anyone observing her closely, would have seen the warm color in her cheeks fade. John Payne thought the little hand he was shak- ing so vigorously was rather cold. He told her his name and asked her to lead the way to the others who were already gathered around the fire. THE GOLDEN-ROD 5 After a few moments of general conversation on their journey, Trude showed the newcomers their rooms. Knowing that they were hungry, she went down to the kitchen and with the help of the hired girl quickly served the supper. She was delighted with her guests and felt sure that they would enjoy themselves. Strange that—but here her reflections were cut short by the sound of steps on the stairs; and so she rang the big din- ner bell. That meal was of the merriest. Farmer Em- ery possessed a good deal of native wit and kept the young people laughing. Afterward he and his daughter were urged to join in some games Tom had planned for the evening and they proved themselves as enthusiastic and clever as the rest. Sunday passed with snowshoeing, a sleigh ride and, in the evening, the singing of Christmas carols. The young people had splendid voices and Trude, who was extremely fond of music, thoroughly enjoyed it. Monday morning, Trude and Janie were up betimes and had the Christmas dinner well under way by breakfast time. After breakfast the guests went off for some tobogganing, leaving Trude to devote her whole mind to the turkey. What a wonderful bird that turkey was and what appetites in proportion did the coasters bring back with them! Sueli justice was done to that dinner that it was not until late afternoon that the energetic Bessie was ready for something new. She proposed a sleigh ride to take all the evening. The moon would be full and visible for several hours. They could return about half past ten. have a light supper, and catch their train which left for Boston at midnight. The others liked her idea and hurried away to put on all the warm garments they possessed. When they came back, the visitors urged Trude to come with them. However, she knew that the capacity of the sleigh was already overestimated and so declined. Much was said about her re- maining alone but in the flurry occasioned by the departure, Trude slipped away to the kitchen. She did long to go with the rest. John Payne had offered her his seat but, of course, she could not allow that. Suddenly she was roused by footsteps in the dining room and, jumping up, found herself face to face with the young man who had been in her thoughts but a moment be- fore. “I couldn't let you stay here all alone,” he said in his big pleasant way. “Come in by the open fire and we’ll have a good time together this evening.” He saw the comfortable rocker and carried it into the dining room for her. It was good to be sitting here in front of the cheery blaze with this entertaining young man. He talked well and Trude liked to watch the va- rying expressions of his face, lighted only by the flames. He had not changed much, for she had recognized him immediately. She had meant not to bother him with it but in a pause she found herself telling him that they had met be- fore. “Is that so?” he asked, frankly surprised. “I must confess I don’t remember you at all.” Then she told him how, when she went over to the high school in Fielding, he had been in the graduating class. A friend among the older girls had introduced them to one another at a dance near the end of the year and they had had a waltz together. She did not tell him of the hero worship of the strange little girl for the big senior who was gaining honors in Latin. Greek, and Mathematics; nor how she had lis- tened with bated breath when he had won the debate Fielding had held with another school; nor even how she had been rendered speechless by the honor of dancing with him. None of this did she disclose. As she mentioned the place of their meeting, however, Payne, who had been listening with interest, said eagerly, “Indeed. I remember you now. You had on a pretty blue dress and your hair was in a long, yellow braid down your back!” They both laughed. A lively conversation ensued, concerning their high school days. Then Payne told about the removal of his family to Boston in order that he might attend Harvard. He touched on his college life and what he was doing in the business world at present. “But you, Miss Emery, did you finish the course at Fielding?” “No. You see the next year Mother died and I had to stay at home and keep house for Father.” “I understand.” he said, and the deep voice was remarkably gentle. 6 THE GOLDEN-ROD The old Grandfather’s clock struck with its silvery chime ten times. “Ten o’clock! and those people will be back in half an hour! There’s barely time to get supper.” Trude was half way to the kitchen by this time. Payne followed her and urged, “Let me do something. I used to cook things at college and it was great fun.” Trude laughed but assured him that coffee and some biscuits would be the only hot articles, lie looked so disappointed that she relented and investing him in an enormous apron set him to work grinding coffee and slicing cold ham. Still clad in his apron, Payne was removing the biscuits from the oven when the sleighing party suddenly trooped in, bringing with them a wave of cold, crisp air. In spite of the mirth at his expense Payne was quite at his ease and ordered, “Sit right down. We’re all ready for you. The train won’t wait for us, you know,” for the others were inclined to loiter about the fireplace. After supper Trude went upstairs with the girls and did all she could to help them get their things together. Nevertheless, they were rather late and rushed down after the third sum- mons from Bessie’s mother and the boys with hasty “goodbyes. Trude slipped on a coat and stood in the door- way watching them get into the sleigh. Just then, Payne left the excited group and came quickly toward Trude. He held out both hands and she put hers into them. “I’m glad we met again as we did,” he said. “You and your father have given me the finest holiday—but particularly you. This evening was the best of all. I hope I’ll see you again. I will see you again. I’ll write. Goodbye— Trude.” The sleigh had started and he had to dash after it and get in as best he could. Trude watched them out of sight and then slowly closed the heavy door. Miss Trude Emery still lives in the large, white farmhouse. She and her widowed sister keep house and run the farm. In such an active life there are few moments for idle dream- ing but once in a while Miss Emery—sweetly middle aged—sits down in the old kitchen rocker and folds her hands. She has passed the mile- stone of life that is marked “Fifty” and her hair is white but there are few things she has forgotten. As she sits there all alone on a late winter afternoon, particularly if the snow is falling or she hears the sleigh bells ring, she thinks of a ribbon-tied package of yellow letters locked in the antique secretary and she seems to see before her, as if he were really there, the lover of her youth who never came back. Priscilla Robinson, ’13. The Woman-Hater The great stadium flashed red and blue in the sparkling sunshine of a brisk November morn- ing. A biting breeze played amidst the flutter- ing banners and imprinted rosy kisses on the cheeks of laughing maidens and excited youths. All was a scene of tense excitement, the first half of the game had just ended with the thrilling score of six to five in favor of the visiting team. The hero of the game thus far had been Bob Whiting, the husky quarter-back of the home team. But for his brilliant passing, a fumble on the other side, his forty yard dash, and a touch-down, the score would still be six to zero and the chances of the home team much slimmer. Bob Whiting was a manly fellow with broad shoulders, comely features, and a magnetic per- sonality, the idol of men and the hero of girls— an avowed woman hater and consequently more than worshipped by them. He stood, now, at the far end of the glistening field, surrounded THE GOLDEN-ROD 7 by his comrades, to whom he was giving words of hope and encouragement. The stadium buzzed with suppressed excite- ment as the teams took their positions for the last struggle. Rows of ardent rooters leaned forward with rigid muscles, watching every move of the game. The whistle blew and the two forces rushed together, like hostile armies upon a field of battle. For what seemed hours to the spectators, the two teams swayed back and forth, neither making much headway. The min- utes were flying. There were but four more left and the score was still unchanged. Rob Whiting pulled himself together. “This must end,” he thought and with a firm resolu- tion to win or die in the attempt, he took his po- sition in line. Just then feeling his eyes drawn by some magnetic influence to the grand stand close at hand, lie gazed into a pair of deep brown eyes, in which admiration and scorn were min- gled. The owner leaned far over the railing and with hands clasped tightly before her. stared breathlessly at the big fellow, whom she secret- ly hoped and felt would win the game. He, meanwhile, for one long second looked into the eyes before him,—the eyes of a girl and a pretty girl, whom, by the red roses at her belt and the red banner in her hand, he knew for a sympa- thizer. He had never done such a thing before and the sensation was rather pleasant. But that one second was a second too much. The signals had been given and he had not heard. lie felt the ball passed into his hands but still seemed dazed. Then a sickening feeling surged over him, he had not the slightest idea what to do or where to go. But remembering the look in those brown eyes, he made a wild dash through an opening he saw and rushed madly on. Suddenly a blue figure leaped before him, and held him in a cruel grip. With a fierce jerk, however, he freed himself and dashed on. The spectators were tense with excitement. Not a sound could be heard but the mad rushing of the boys. , Bob sped on for what seemed ages to him, then something twined around his legs with cruel strength. He staggered and fell. A mad cry rose into the air—a cry of rage and disappoint- ment. Bob lay motionless for a moment, a dull pain throbbing within him. The game was lost, be- cause of him. Because he, the renowned woman hater, had gazed at a girl for one short second. He hated himself, he hated her and the world in general. If he only could die. Suddenly a hand grasped him by the shoulder and pulled him up. “Come on. Bob. Don’t give up yet. There are two more minutes.” Bob straightened up. The game was not over yet. lie still had a chance to redeem himself. Conscious of but this one thought he took his place. Not, however, without casting a glance of scorn at a little brown figure leaning far over the railing. “I will win!” he cried to himself. The whistle blew. The signals were given and the ball again passed into his hands. He felt himself pushed by his comrades through a struggling mass, he himself fighting this way and that; first an open place, then a mass of blue, now he was down. A cry again rose into the air.—a cry of joy not rage,— mad delight, not disappointment. Bob heard nothing but this cry. A cry from the enemy, he thought, at his defeat. With this ringing in his cars and a pair of brown eyes gazing into his, he fell into a stupor, in which he lay for many hours. • As the first waves of consciousness swept over him, he showed no signs of life, for indeed he had no desire to live. But when he heard the words of his friend, “Some water, boys, he’s coming to,” a sickening knowledge of the whole thing swept over him, and he groaned aloud. “Oh, come on. Cheer up. Gee! if I was the hero of hundreds of people, I wouldn’t lie around groaning!” cried his comrade jovially. “What?” cried Bob, “I. a hero? A fool, you mean.” “A fool nothing. Didn’t you just win a game which we have fought for for years? Some peo- ple don’t know when they’re well off.” “I won the game,” Bob repeated dreamily. “Oh”-----he added and turned over to dream of brown eyes and curly hair. Katherine P. Reed, ’ll. THE GOLDEN-ROD 8 The Quality of Mercy Tlie whispering in the court-room ceased. The prisoner leaned eagerly forward. His chum, Tom Arnold, was going to the witness stand. How proud he was of this tall, good-looking man, who had been his friend, ever since their college days in the East. Young and full of ambition, they had come west in search of ad- venture and a fortune. In their wanderings they had met Harry Lane, a young widower, with an eight year old son named Bob. The four of them had settled in this little mining town and lived happily here for four years. Then Tom and Harry had quarreled. How well he remembered the night he had discovered Harry lying dead and how the authorities had found him bending over his friend’s body. Through all the long weeks, while he lay in prison, waiting for his trial, lie had never doubted Tom. Tom, he thought, would prove them both innocent, and they would take Bob with them far away from this place. He started up from his reverv. Tom was answering the attorney’s questions. “Are you acquainted with Arthur Stockton, tin prisoner?” Yes. “Were you living with him at the time of Harry Lane’s murder?” “Yes.” “Tell everything you know about the affair.” “I entered the house about dusk and saw Lane and Stockton struggling in the middle of the room. Before I could interfere, Stockton drew a knife and stabbed Lane.” The prisoner heard no more. One after anoth- er, thoughts flashed like lightning through his mind. His trust in Tom had turned to hatred. Tom, whom he had thought so faithful, had com- mitted this crime and was blaming him. The trial was soon over. The jury sentenced him to life imprisonment. II Several months later. Arthur Stockton es- caped from prison and hid for a long time in the woods. When he next went among people, he wore a long beard, walked in a shuffling man- ner, and kept his slouch hat pulled down over his face. Unknown and unrecognized, he lived in the midst of his former acquaintances. Tom, he learned, had taken Bob and gone away, but no one seemed to know where. When he should find him, he was going to kill him, to make him suffer what he had suffered, when he had been put into prison, falsely accused of killing his friend. Ill It was Christmas Eve. The moon shed its bright rays over the snow covered hill. The stars smiled down at the heavy pines silhout- ted against the white and at the little cottage, nestled in their midst. Outside the window a man stood, his face pressed against the pane, listening intently to what the two occupants were saying. They were seated before the fire, the man holding the boy on his knee. The light from the dancing flames showed to the eavesdropper his face covered with lines, which had never been there in the old days—lines, which told of sleepless nights, of a troubled conscience, and of untold suffering. lie was reading to the boy from a book which he had always loved, Shakes- peare's plays. The words faintly reached the ears of the man at the window. “ ‘The quality of mercy is not strain’d, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. ’Tis----’ ” “The quality of mercy—. Arthur Stockton looked at the careworn face of his former friend and at the little boy, the one thing left for him to love. Could he, an escaped convict, hunted by the law, take the place of the man, whom this boy loved, whom everyone honored and respect- ed? He had nothing left in the world. Tom had Bob. His conscience fought a fierce battle with hatred,—and won. Cone was his mad de- sire for revenge; gone his hatred and his bitter- ness. In his soul, there remained a great pity for this man, to whom he was showing mercv. He decided to go back to prison, to spend the THE GOLDEN-ROD 9 rest of his now useless life in serving his sen- tence. As he turned to go down the hill, he heard in the distance the village clock strike midnight. It was Christmas morning. In his heart there was peace and good-will toward men. IV A few days later, he rode into the prison yard on a tired horse. He was half frozen, hut his eyes glowed as brightly as the fire in the little cottage had burned on Christmas Eve. Two guards lifted him from his saddle. “What’s that lie’s raving about? one asked. “I don’t know. Something about mercy and heaven. Viola Jackson, 1914. Christmas in an Alley Christmas Eve was almost here. That was plainly evident from the Christmas greens, the crowds of shoppers, and especially the familiar figure of Santa Claus standing outside Mason’s, X--------’s largest department store. Tom Kelly, in regulation whiskers, smile, and red coat, was exhibiting a choice collection of toys and en- couraging the artless youngsters to confide both their desires and their addresses to a sym- pathetic ear. The kind parent would then be in- formed that Mason’s had just what Billy want- ed; the firm found this a very effective adver- tisement. That job had been a great stroke of luck for Tom. Good-natured but inclined to be shiftless, be had drifted along for some time without work and without a prospect of any. lie had always had a soft spot in his heart for children and so he was a great success as Santa Claus; even the little ragged ones were not afraid of him. Early, one particularly cold morning when the largest crowds had not yet appeared, Santa Claus, who was looking in the store and wish- ing he was there, was startled by a hoarse voice behind him. lie turned and saw a shapeless bundle which appeared to be a man’s cast off coat from which a grimy face and purple hands emerged. “Well, my little man. what can T do for you?” asked Santa Claus with his habitual, encourag- ing smile and gentle manner. “Say,honest, does youse bring kids what dcy wants?” asked the urchin. “Certainly, if you are a good little boy,” re- plied Santa Claus, using his carefully prepared stock phrases from habit. “What do you want me to bring you?” For answer the boy pointed to the nearby win- dow. A placard announced an unprecedented bargain sale of campers’ outfits. A prominent position was held by various sizes of sleeping bags. “See that little one; that’d be just right for Jim and me. You see Jim ain’t used to the cold like me. Course I don’t mind it but he’s only a little feller.” “Fer the love of Mike, and where do you live then when you’re wanting a sleeping bag?” de- manded Tom, no longer as Santa Claus. “Don’t tell nobody. The cop mightn’t like it. Back in a corner of------alley we’ve got a bar- rel and a big box. It ain’t very cold neither. I sure was in luck to find it. And say,” he rat- tled on, “I’m in the boot blacking business an’ anytime you want yer shoes shined come to me. I’ll do it fer nothin’. Look at that there shine!” and he stuck out one foot. lie had on a ladies’ cloth topped shoe but with the bottom brilliantly polished. “I have to keep ’em that way fer an advertisement. I’ve got to be going now to tend to my business, he added importantly. “But say,” he turned back once more, “I think Jim, he’s such a kid. would like somethin’ kind of Christmasv, like striped candy or one of them white woolly dogs.” And he darted away before Tom Kelly could answer him. “Say, what do you know about that?” asked Tom. “Gee whiz!, it’d be a shame to disappoint that kid, but what can I do, dog-gone it. On Christmas Eve as Tom entered the store he was met by the manager. “Your time’s up. JO THE GOLDEN-ROD You’re fired, go and get your pay and give up your suit.” he said laconically. “My Christmas present,” muttered Tom to himself. He received ten dollars which was more than he had expected. As he was leaving the store, the sleeping bag with its price tag, nine seventy-five, struck his eye. The ten dol- lars burned in his pocket. “If I was to be such a fool as to spend it on them kids, there’d be just a quarter left for a drink and a smoke.” he mut- tered. He hesitated. “I s’pose them poor little tikes is expecting me.” With sudden decision he turned back to the store. “Hand me out that smallest sleeping bag,” he said................. An hour later Tom Kelly, no longer a Santa Claus, shivering from the cold breeze but with a warm glow at his heart, stood undecided on the street . Not even his quarter which was to make his Christmas celebration was left him. It had gone for a white woolly dog and a candy cane. “Gee, those kids will be down right tickled tomorrow,” he chuckled, “and as for me, I can always break a plate glass window and get arrested, so I’m settled for a while. Margaret Park. 1915. A Mexican Christmas American children will probably pity little Mexicans' when told that Santa Claus is unknown south of the Rio Grande River. Perhaps he might feel lost in a country with no snow, save on the peaks of the volcanoes, and absolutely no chimneys. Their pity, however, may change to envy when they find that throughout Mexico, Christmas is celebrated by a festival which lasts from the sixteenth to the twenty-fifth of Decem- ber. “The Inns” is a festival in commemoration of the wanderings of Joseph and Mary seeking shelter in Bethlehem. Here, on account of the already over-crowded inns, they were forced to take refuge in a stable. The guests assemble at about half-past eight in the evening, and each holds a lighted candle. Two of the smaller children carry between them a miniature stable, containing wax figures of Joseph, Mary, and the Christ-child, wooden cows in the mangers, and often a tiny Mexican burro in the fore-ground. The other children carry hoops hung with bells. The guests, led by the hostess, form a procession and follow the children. Singing songs descriptive of the birth of Christ and holding aloft the lighted candles, the long procession winds slowly through the parlors, out on the balcony and around it nine times over. During all this time no sound is heard except the singing and the whizzing of the rockets, which are sent off from the roof. At the end of the ninth circling, when the door of the parlor is reached, it is found closed. Such a discovery is followed by responsive singing, those on the outside asking admittance, those on the inside, refusing. At length, with a burst of joyful music, the door is thrown open. The children ring the bells, and every one shakes hands with his friends and offers them his good wishes. Then the company troop down to the stone- paved court-yard to break the pinate, a huge, grotesque figure in the form of a clown, an In- dian, or a goose, which is suspended from the balcony and inside which is a stout paper bag filled with nuts and sweetmeats. Each one, in turn, is blindfolded and with a long stick strikes at the pinate three times. It is a difficult feat to hit the figure, for a man standing on the balcony above twitches it out of the way just as the blow is struck. When, at last, somebody hits the pinate and bursts the bag, the dulces fall in a shower on the mat spread below. In a twinkling every child falls on his hands and knees, grabbing with both hands and pushing with both feet. In the parlors, seed candies are passed in quaint little dishes, which are kept as souvenirs by those present. Cake and wine are served, and the evening closes with dancing. This program is repeated each evening until the ninth, Christmas, which is the last and most important of all. On that night the house is decorated with huge scarlet flowers; the patio THE GOLDEN-ROD n is hung with colored lanterns; and the pinate is more gorgeous than ever. All the guests wear full dress. A banquet, served at midnight, is followed by dancing until nearly morning. If we told a little six-year Mexican of Santa Claus, of stockings hung in the chimney corner, and of the other delights of our Christmas, he would listen with wide-eyed interest, but when he was asked which Christmas he preferred, he would answer without an instant’s hesitation, “Ours, of course. You have only one and we have nine.” Erlcne Hurd. 1914. The Madonna The mother and the child sat alone in a small, broken-down hovel, situated in one of the dark alleyways of a large city, anxiously awaiting the return of the father, or rather, dreading it. The mother was speaking, “No, my child, Santa will not stop at our house to-night. We are too poor and your father—”. Here the poor mother began to.sob bitterly, thinking of the worthless man who gave her such care, of the life he led, and of what he might be if he would only re- form. But alas, it was of no use. IIow many times had she tried to talk to him but he would not listen to her and would keep on in his lazy, shiftless ways. It was almost more than she could bear. Outside, the father, turning away from a sa- loon. walked up the main street of the city. It was snowing, and in order to find shelter, he stepped into the doorway of a picture shop. He turned to look at the various pictures and the next minute he stood like a stricken animal under the rod of the master. It was the Ma- donna. Ilis thoughts wandered. He saw his wife and child, were they not as beautiful? He looked at the picture again and then with bowed head, went once more out into the storm, but this time an entirely different man. , The next morning the little family of three sat around the table, happy over their new turn of life. A simple breakfast lay on the table be- fore them; a doll was grasped in the hands of the little child. A smile broke over the face of the mother as she heard the little one ex- claim, “Santa was good to us after all, wasn’t he, Mother?” Jennie Gibb, 1915. PERSEVERING “Tomorrow, tomorrow, not today, Lazy people always say. “Today I do not wish to work; Surely it’s no crime to shirk.” Just remember while you’re shirking, Someone else is busy working, Gaining on you and your kind, Till he leaves you far behind. Far ahead you see him rising Why weren’t you more enterprising? Now you work but ’tis too late. Laziness has sealed your fate. Don’t build up awhile and then Tear the whole thing down again; Say “I will,” and stick right to it, That’s the only way to do it. Andrew Deane. 1914. 12 THE GOLDEN-ROD About 35 of the football squad responded on Sept. 8 to the call of Capt. Young and Coach Mansur. There was good material for making a successful team. There were available from last year’s team Capt. Young, White, Hamlin, Larkin, and Jenkins. The schedule arranged by Mgr. McAnarnev was as follows Sept. 26, Newton High at Newton. Sept. 30, Weymouth High at Quincy. Oct. 7, Arlington High at Quincy. Oct. 10, Cambridge Latin at Cambridge. Oct. 10, Dedham High at Quincy. Oct. 24, South Boston High at Quincy. Oct. 31, Brockton High at Brockton. Nov. 4, Melrose High at Quincy. Nov. 15, Revere High at Revere. Nov. 22, Waltham High at Waltham. Sept. 26, 1913. Quincy opened its season with Newton High at Newton. Quincy’s line played well but the backfield showed a lack of experience and frequency for fumbling which cost them dearly. After Newton had been held for three downs on Quincy’s 30 yard line, Jacobs dropped back and kicked a pretty goal from the field. Hyatt went over for a touch- down after Newton had got the ball on a fumble by Quincy on her 15 yard line. Brady kicked the goal. In the third period Page was thrown over his own goal line for a safety. Hyatt scored his second touchdown in this period and also kicked the goal. This ended the scoring and throughout the last period Quincy had Newton continually on the defense. The feature of the game from a Quincy standpoint was the 20 yard run by White. Hamlin. White, and Larkin played well for Quincy while Hyatt and Brady excelled for Newton. Score: Newton 19, Quincy 0. Sept. 30, 1913. Quincy christened its new football field by defeating Weymouth 41—0. The whole team showed a wonderful improvement and the penalties were fewer and the fumbling less. The ball was in Quincy’s possession prac- tically all the time, but not once were they forced to punt. The touchdowns were made by Murphy, Larkin, Donnelly, White, Mullen, and Hamlin, each getting one. Hamlin kicked 5 goals. Murphy and Larkin excelled for Quincy, Ries for Weymouth. Oct. 7, 1913. Arlington met defeat at Merry- mount oval, 6—0. Despite the wet ball there were comparatively few fumbles by either team. Quincy was repeatedly within striking distance of the goal only to be penalized 15 or 20 yards. Arlington plugged the middle of the line while Quincy used a more open play. The touch- down was made by White on a tackle around play. Larkin, Hamlin, and White played well for Quincy. Oct. 10, 1913. One of the most hotly contested games of the season was played at Cambridge against the Cambridge High and Latin School. Quincy was beaten by the narrow margin of 6—0. There was a hot argument in the third period when Hamlin fell on the ball over the goal line for a touchdown after a punt had been fumbled by a Cambridge man. The umpire alleged that it was a Quincy and not a Cambridge player who had knocked the ball over the line and therefore THE GOLDEN-ROD 13 not a touchdown but only a touchback. The decision was made against us and consequently Cambridge won the game. The teams were very evenly matched Quincy's line being perhaps a little the better although Cambridge had the superior bnckfield. There were no particular stars, the whole team playing together well. In the second period by recovering one of their own punts, Cambridge was able to score a touch- down. Porter being the one to carry the ball over. The line up was: CAMBRIDGE Jones, le Ward. It Kewer, lg Johnson, lg Cowen, c Gilman, rg Sheehan, rt , Cohen, re Porter, qb Saunders, lhb Kimber, Henderson, rhb Bresnahan, Proctor, fb QCIXCY re, Sclienkelberger rt. White rg. Foy c, Young lg, Jenkins It. Ilamlin le, Larkin qb, Page rhb. Murphy. Crosscup lhb, Jepson fb, Browne, Mullen Score: Cambridge 6, Porter. Cmpirc Ferguson. Referee, L. A. Mac- Donald. Head linesman, Bramhall, Time, 10 min. periods. Oct. 10. 1913. Dedham proved to be no match for Quincy’s heavier and speedier eleven. The forward pass was worked frequently to good advantage. Touchdowns were made by Page (2) Browne, Hamlin, and Mullen. Ham- lin kicked 2 goals. Score: Quincy 32, Dedham 0. Oct, 24, 1913. South Boston High was badly beaten at Merrymount oval. Because the ball was wet and slippery, frequent fumbling marked the work of both sides. Quincy was again a great infringer on the rules and was penalized over 100 yards. The features of the game were a 45 yard forward pass from Larkin to Browne and a 35 yard run for a touchdown by Larkin. Mullen, Jepson. and Larkin played well for Quincy. Skayhan for South Boston. Score: Quincy 24. South Boston 0. Oct. 31. 1913. Quincy defeated Brockton in the annual game 19—7. There was great in- terest in tin game, first, because the two schools are old rivals and second, because Arthur Staff, a former Quincy High coach, had charge of the Brockton eleven. Brockton's fumbling twice resulted in a touchdown for Quincy. Quincy worked its delayed pass to good advantage es- pecially when near the goal line. The feature was a 70 yard run by J. Hickey of Brocktm. Quincy’s touchdowns were scored by Jepson, Coughlin, and Mullen. Hamlin kicked one! goal. Young and Ilamlin excelled for Quincy: The line up: QUINCY Larkin, le Hamlin It, Jenkins, Reardon, lg Young, c Foy. rg White, rt Coughlin, re Page, qb Jepson, 111 I) Murphy, Crosscup. rhb Mullen, Browne, fb BROCKTON re, Egan rt, Murphy rg, Hale e. Barret. C. Hickey lg. Buckley It, Whitten, Thatcher le, Cohe� :, Ross qb, Laroque, J. Hickey rhb. J. Hickey. Mcberg lhb. Hill, Eimrv, Rapp fb, Creedon. Emery Score: Quincy 19, Brockton 7. Touchdowns Jepson, Mullen. Coughlin, J. Hickey. Goals from touchdowns. Hamlin. Emery. Umpire O’Donnell. Referee, Ingalls. Linesman, Kew- er. Time, 13 min. periods. Nov 4. 1913. Quincy’s heavier and stronger team, defeated the speedier Melrose team at Mer- rymount oval 13—0. Hunter proved to be the mainstay of Melrose’s attack and would often break through the line for gains of 15 or 20 yards. The ball was in Melrose territory most of the time and only once did they threaten our goal. The touchdowns were made by Murphy and Larkin. White kicked one goal. Nov. 15, 1913. The most loosely played game of the season was played at Revere when Quincy triumphed 13—10. Quincy’s touchdowns were due to luck, both being made by recovering a fumble. Young scored the first and Hamlin the second. Reardon kicked one goal. White and Jenkins played well for Quincy. THE GOLDEN-ROD 14 Nov. 22, 1913. The last and most important game of the season was played at Waltham, Waltham winning 25—0. Quincy played its hardest and did well to hold its strong opponents to 25 points. Only one touchdown was scored in the first half. At one time it looked as though Quincy was going down the field for a touchdown but when the ball was on the 25 yd. line somebody was penalized 15 yds. and the ball was lost on the next play when Waltham re- covered a forward pass. Johnson scored all 4 touchdowns for Waltham. Many successful forward passes were made by Waltham, especi- ally towards the last, when the Quincy team was played out. Fagan’s punts were a feature. On Friday evening, Dec. 5, 1913, the football squad was tendered a reception by the girls of the two upper classes. The following were awarded their letter: 1st team Q’s, Capt Young, Foy, Jenkins, White, Hamlin, Schenkelberger, Larkin, Page, Murphy, Browne, Jepson, Mullen, Smith, Crosscup, Coughlin, Reardon, and Mgr. MacAnarney; 2nd team Q’s. Creedon, Crocker. Gay, Gelotte, Rice, and Sanborn. Dancing was enjoyed until 10.30 by the three upper classes. The football squad wishes to extend its sin- cerest thanks to the committee: Louise Wilson, (chairman). Florence Crowell, Margaret Magee, Dorothy Kitson, Louise Churchill, Gladys Du- Plessis. and Marion Wilson. The line up was: WALTHAM QUINCY Tomlin, le re, Schenkelberger Barstow, le re, Coughlin Johnson, It rt, White Youngstrom, lg Colon, lg rg. Foy Elwell, c c, Young Jones, rg lg. Jenkins Tracey, rt It, Hamlin Healy, re, le, Larkin Pickett, qb (fb. Page Leary, lhb rhb, Murphy rhb, Crocker Milieu, rhb lhb. Jepson Bacon, rhb lhb. Smith Fagan, fb fb, Browne fb, Mullen To Mr. Mansur and Mr. French the school is deeply indebted for the coaching of the football team. Paul Larkin has been elected to lead the foot- ball team of 1914. Here’s hoping he has as successful a season as the one that has just passed. Thanks to Mr. Collins, who paid the expenses, the second team was able to play a practice game with Thayer Academy. The former won 20—0. During the past season Capt. Young has covered himself with glory, both as a leader and as a player. Score: Waltham 25, Quincy 0. Touchdowns Johnson 4. Goal from touchdown, Fagan. Umpire Ingalls. Referee, Laughlin. Lines- men O'Reilly and Atwood. Timer, Ingalls. Time, 12 min. periods. Thomas Barstow will manage the football team of 1914. About 50 faithful rooters accompanied the team to Waltham. ATHLETIC NOTES. The captains and managers for 1913—14 are: Football: Captain C. Young Manager N. MacAnarney Basket Ball: Captain J. Jenkins Manager F. Atwood Base Ball; Captain Manager E. Berman Even the Waltham players admitted that Quincy gave them the worst scare that they had this year. The football team pulled through the season with practically no injuries. Wallace Coughlin has been appointed to the Athletic Committee from the Freshman class. THE GOLDEN-ROD 15 On account of Walter Burke’s leaving school it will be necessary to elect another baseball captain. Weymouth High Cross Country team de- feated the Quincy team over the Weymouth course Nov. 18 by the close score of 38—10. Watson was the first Quincy man to finish. Great things are expected of the basketball team this winter and we should have a sucessful season under the leadership of Capt. Jenkins. The following men from last years squad are available: Capt. Jenkins, White, Hamlin, Browne, Bates, and Martin. Quiney, Wellesley, Revere, Reading and Win- throp have formed a basket-ball league and the fight for the supremacy is sure to be close as these schools always have the best teams in the state. Class games will be played between the halves of the regular games. The following is the schedule arranged by Mgr. F. M. Atwood: Jan. G, •Wellesley at Quincy. Jan. 9, •Reading at Reading. Jan. 13, •Winthrop at Winthrop. Jan. 1G, °Revere at Revere. Jan. 20, Haverhill at Quincy. Jan. 23. Holliston at Holliston. Jan. 27, Rockland at Quincy. Jan. 30, • Wellesley at Wellesley. Feb. 3, Franklin at Quincy. Feb. 10, •Revere at Quincy. Feb. 13, Mansfield at Quincy. Feb. 17, •Reading at Quincy. Feb. 20. Haverhill at Haverhill. Feb. 27, Fall River at Quincy. Mar. 3, Melrose at Quincy. Mar. 10. •Winthrop at Quincy. •League games. Horton Page, Athletic Editor. A TRAGEDY She stood upon the threshold And gazed into the room, The darkening night had lent to it An atmosphere of gloom. For there upon the carpet, Stained a dark and murky red, A hatchet lay, its gory blade Appeared as though it bled. Some crime, no doubt ’twas murder, Had been committed here, The awful thought of which had filled Her trembling heart with fear. At last she turned around and said, “Oh, goodness! Won’t I catch it; I opened the tomato can, With father’s nice new hatchet.” Andrew Deane 1914. 16 THE GOLDEN-ROD Miss Dawes—How much is a guinea worth? Cassidy ’13—A dollar and a half a day. 23 (speaking of poetry)—What is a couplet? Mullin ’14—Twins. Another miracle of nature has been found. Stan Cummings has foots instead of feet. 23—Who was Oliver Wendell Holmes? Senior—A detective, wasn’t he? Anyone wishing to acquire more knowledge of chickens may apply to 1 . Larkin who is au- thority on the subject. Miss Thompson (to Miss--------- at board) — Please step to one side so we may all see your figure. Miss Howe (giving out book receipts)—My name has not changed since last season. Room 3—Who settled Quebec? Young ’14—Champagne. Some people seem to think Room 3 is a smok- ing parlor. The other day, Wet Brown and Leon White were walking to school when one of the latest styles overtook them. Brown turned to White, White turned to Brown, and both turned red. Mr. Mansur (in English)—(live me the defi- nition of “transparent.” 1917—Something you can see through. Mr. Mansur—Give me an example. 1917—Doughnut. The waste paper basket in 23 is fast filling with gum. Gilliatt T4 (translating German)—The beau- tiful girl sat on the water. Scholar (after doing six papers wrong in typewriting)—I would make a good stenogra- pher in a moving picture play. 28—Why don’t we add “s to form the plu- ral of “deer?’’ 1). Crocker ’15—We do. sometimes. 3—What island did Columbus land on? From Young’s corner—Moon Island. '16 (translating German)—He stood with his trunk in his hand. Every now and then P. Larkin appears at school as Joe Knowles the 2nd. Is he lazy, or does he lack 15 cents to see Sam Shellman ? The boys have the privilege of using the “girls’ ” door at recess, but they must be ter- ribly bashful. Goodwin T5, (translating German)—Then he saw that she had beautiful blue lips. Where do all those hats come from? Ask Gilliatt or Wet.” THE GOLDEN-ROD 17 QUESTION. Who left the ‘cute’ pair of tan shoes in Room 23 ? .Miss Zeller—He laced himself into a dress suit. Wet Brown (at football practice)—Mr. French, can I play now? Mr. French—What, with those base ball spikes ? Wet—No, with the football. Miss Dawes (after listening to a long sen- tence by DeXormandie)—That sounds like a local train. Duggan ’14 (in English)—Apostrophe is speaking to something that is human. 23—If I speak to you, is it apostrophe? Duggan—X-n-no, not exactly. 23—What happened during the time of Charles If Gelotte '14—A revolution. 23—What revolution, Mr. Gelotte? Gelotte—The one he was in. Miss Howe (dictating to pupils at board)— Mr. Safford, “as docile as a horse.” We wonder if the C3A German class has met Miss Zeller's 35 feminines yet. Did you ever notice how tired a certain little Ruth from Wollaston looks every morning? We would, too, if we were confined to taking three inch steps all the way. Miss Dawes (in English)—And what time do you get up, Mr. Jenkins? Jimmie ’14 (proudly)—I get up at sunset. If I). B. accepted all her “dance invitations”, she could go to dances eight nights a week. 29—If I come into this room again and find anyone whispering, he or she will stand up the whole period. Members of Math class—We should worry. We’re used to that. HERE'S ONE FOR THE GIRLS. Ruth Bruce '1G (after seeing the Quincy Weymouth game)- You say tin scon was 41 to 0? Who won? Miss Atwood—David I. Walsh is a handsome man. 1916—Yes. and he’s a bachelor, too. Coombs T4 (reciting)—He hails Melancholy and considers her—is Melancholy a her or a she? Of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these, “I’ve failed again.” 23—I’ll give you two minutes to get your books. L. 0.—What, in this skirt? Mr. Mansur (to “Venus” Fov at football practice)—Come on there, Avoirdupois, a little speed. We know you’re a great orator, Atwood, but please use the soft pedal in your geometry rec- itations. Please, Ferdie. 21—What is the difference between, “I went yesterday and I go to-day?” 1916—One day. Safford ’14 (translating German)—I will go to the river and sing to the fishes. Miss Thompson (in solid class)—Well. Mr. Gelotte, we can’t do a thing with the face you have there. Mr. Mansur—Compare “sick.” 1916—Sick, sicker, dead. NOTICE. Studying will be just as popular as ever this winter. Many pupils don’t know that they have two feet and that these feet are meant to stand on, until they get into Miss Dawes’ room. Mr. Paulson—Gelotte. where is your book? Gelotte ’14—It’s home. Powers ’14 (silently)—“Oh. there’s no place like home. THE GOLDEN-ROD 18 HEARD AT THE DOOR. Last year, at 1.15—Coining clown to the house this afternoon? Sure, will be down at 2 o’clock. This year, at 1.15—Opining up to Kincaide’s this P. M.? Can't do it. 1 have English, French, Physics and German to do. (Oh, von afternoon ses- sions !) ’17—What is that distant noise? M4—That ? Why, that is just Mac (Anarney) singing, “What d’va mean, you’ve lost your dog?” Room 3 (speaking of the colonists)—What did they do now? Powers ’14—Sold out. Room 3—To whom? Class in unison—To Raymond. Mr. Roach—Who was William Penn? Winifred Pratt ’14—He was er-r a man. 1917 (filling out registration card)—My father’s dead. Will you please tell me what his address is? Miss Brown (reading from “As You Like It,” just as a late pupil closes the door.)—Peace, you dull fool. 17 (who has just read the list of clothing required by Dr. Smith for gym work)—Will you please tell me why freshmen need trunks? We wonder if Stan Smith really does brush his hair. Bowen '15 (translating: Le chien s'y ehouche en rond)—The dog went to sleep in a circle. Miss Thompson announces standing room only in 29 at 2.30. Mile. Holt (in French)—Is there any change in the plural? 1914 (silently)—O, keep the change. We’re liable to lose our Editor-in-Chief. Saf- ford sure does fit strong. 15 days for this:—If a tug can pull a barge, how much can Tom Barstow? 1913 TEAM 1TOY YOUNG J EPSON WHITE BROWN PAGE HAMLIN LARKIN MURPHY SCHENK JEN KINS Frederick Sehenkelberger, Joke Editor. THE GOLDEN-ROD 19 cr«'v ' 0 � ’ ijOV� � u ?« V� « : lynOr Co� «N.r Class Notes 1914—OFFICERS President ...................... Ilarrv S. Burr Vice President ................. Louise Wilson Secretary ..................... Margaret Magee Treasurer ......................Janies Jenkins MOTTO COMMITTEE. Louise Wilson F. Sehenkelberger Fred Rollins NOMINATING COMMITTEE. Horton Page (chairman) Frederic Sehenkelberger Lawrence Martin Edward Berman Clifton Young George Austin 1915—OFFICERS President .................... Donald Crocker Vice President ............... Louise Churchill Secretary...............................Dorothy Brown Treasurer .................... Frederick Roach THE GOLDEN-ROD 20 NOMINATING COMMITTEE. Willard Crocker (chairman) Jennie Gibb Reginald Gay Mary Casev Margaret Atwood Paul R. Larkin 1916—OFFICERS President ................... Hilton Marr Vice President .................... Mildred Harrison Secretary ............... Mahitable Knights Treasurer .................. Herbert Smith PIN COMMITTEE. Clarence Burgin Arthur Favreau Arthur Smith 1914—NOTES The first meeting of the Senior Class was held Sept. 17. .Mr. Nerses was unanimously elected class pho- tographer. The Golden Rod staff for 1913—1914 was chosen. A meeting of the class of 1914 was held November 18th. By vote, the class motto is to be in Latin. The resignation of Marion McLoon as Vice President was accepted. By ballot, Louise Wilson was elected Vice President. Exchange Notes Our exchanges this time are not numerous. We regret the lack of a larger correspondence but sincerely trust we will receive many more new papers during the next three months. To give the fair criticism, which the Golden Rod intends to give and hopes to receive, we want criticisms of our exchanges from each and every member of Quincy High. Further, we want the school to give us their opinion of the criticisms of our paper by other papers; these criticisms are found in the Exchange Columns of these papers. Exchanges are kept in the school library and are at the disposal of every pupil. However, one is not permitted to take them from the library. This year in the papers sent to us we find two distinct styles,—the old style, the monthly or bi-monthly, and the weekly or bi-weekly papers which many schools are adopting. The members of this school who are interested in a school pa- per (and all should be) must give attention to this latter kind, for sooner or later Quincy must adopt this more modern sort of a paper. As there are arguments pro and con, it will perhaps be a good subject to discuss in the hall some morning this winter. Although The Golden Rod this year differs from its predecessors in many little ways, it may, perhaps, be better to have it changed entirely. Think about it, you future seniore. The Golden Rod has received the following papers: The Imp—Brighton, Mass. Marion High School Survey—Marion, Indi- ana. THE GOLDEN-ROD 2t High School Herald—Westfield. Mass. School Life—Melrose. Mass. The Register— Boston Latin School. AIIerle i—Stonington, Conn. A few criticisms we hope will be appreciated follow: Marion High School Surrey:—We are de- lighted with your newsy paper which must be equally interesting to alumni and undergradu- ates. Would it not improve your paper to mass your ads? School Life:—Mr. Hulsman’s commendation of your paper in the first issue is a great asset. By your later issues we see that you have placed the name of your school on the first page, so that one unacquainted with your paper can easi- ly tell from whence it comes. High School Herald:—Yours is a good paper. The simplicity of the cover design adds much to its appearance. Allerlei:—We believe it would improve your paper to take those four ads off the first page. You have the right idea about a school paper; you print the news when it is news. The Imp:—It pleases us to see that you believe in using all your space. The original way in which the Exchanges are written up in the No- vember issue is fine. The cover on your first is- sue is far from beautiful. The Register: Is your November cover sup- posed to be a joke? The athletic column is fine. The way you fill your last page so that one turns over and reads the ad? unconsciously is good. The Songster:— I am a mess- 1 am a mess- I am a mess-en-ger of lu-uve!” The Imp. • • Conductor:—“Your fare, Miss. Senior Girl:—“Really, do you think so?’’ Marion High SchoeA Survey. 0 0 9 Teacher:—Give me the form of government used at the time of Homer. Bright Freshman:—A democratic monarchy. The Register. 0 0 9 Which is right ? Here are our friends, or Here R. R. friends, or Here R. our friends, or Here are R friends ? School Life. Frederick M. Atwood, Exchange Editor. 22 THE GOLDEN-ROD Alumni Notes EDITOR’S NOTE: The object of the Alumni Column is to keep the readers of The Golden Rod well informed about the graduates of this school. To do this we must have the co-opera- tion of both the alumni and the undergraduates. Any items of general interest to the members of the school, past and present, will be gladly re- ceived and willingly inserted by the editor of this column. Quincy has the distinction of having one of the largest high schools in Greater Boston and the misfortune of being without that valuable asset of a flourishing high school—an alumni as- sociation. For some fifty odd years Quincy has had a high school but never yet has there been established a permanent alumni association. Surely, there could be no riper time than the present to form such an organization; it is most probable that alumni of every class are living today. If this is true, Alumni, why not get together and form an association which will place Quincy High on a plane with many other neighboring high schools? You can do it! You have the material! In carrying out such a pro- ject you would receive the support of a great body of citizens and of the school authorities. If any inclination is shown to form an associa- tion and bring Quincy High forward where it belongs, this column will do all in its power to boost the movement. The Golden Rod congratulates most heartily the only existing alumni organization, The Delta Sigma Club. This club, social in form, was started by about a dozen girls of the class of 1909 and each year has been increased by the addition of a girl from the graduating class. Today the club numbers about fifteen girls. The officers of The Delta Sigma Club are: President, Miss Dorothy Packard, 1909. Treasurer, Miss Daisy Brooks, 1911. It may be of interest to the alumni to know that the senior dramatics cannot be given in the High School Hall this year, as in previous years, on account of a new state law concerning a fire proof stage. ALUMNI NOTES. 1908. Miss Blanche Morrison. 1908. was married to Mr. Ambler Welch at the First Church in Quin- cy in October. 1910. “Rus Bates is a member of the Boston Uni- versity Law School this year. 1912. Miss Lillian DeYoung and Miss Mildred Polk are members of the freshman class of the Bridgewater Normal School. Mr. Clifford Backus is overjoyed at the good- fellowship existing in the University of Maine where he is a student. The engagement is announced of Miss Louise Prout to Mr. Charles Holmes formerly of the class of 1914. 1913. The following members of last year’s class are taking post graduate courses: Misses Cos- tello. Holteen, Lowe, Phillips, and Robinson and Mr. Fuller. A short list of the other members of last year’s graduating class with their present occupations follows: Richard M. Ash—Tufts Medical School. Josephine Aulbach—Carney Hospital, Boston. C. Morton Beattie—Chauncey Hall School. Joseph R. Betts—Burdett Business College. THE GOLDEN-ROD 23 Livia M. Bizzozzero—Chandler Normal Short- hand School. Mary A. Broughton—Wheaton College. G. Edwin Brown—Working Beacon Trust Company, Boston. Ilarrv Brundage—Usher Kincaide’s Theatre. Marie J. Bruton—Bridgewater Normal School. Edward Bullock—Studying Music. Elsie I). Burrell—Burdett Business College. Elton P. Chase—Thayer Academy. Emma E. Corcoran—Clark Institute. My rick Crane—Worcester Academy. Richard %. Crane—Harvard University. George E. Dahlquist—University of Maine. Todd Elwell—Stevens Institute. Lawrence Ferguson—Working Rice Hutch- ins, Boston. Viola E. Files—Massachusetts Normal Art School. Lucie M. Grenier—Bridgewater Normal School. Fred M. Kingsbury—Working Walker-Stet- son Co., Boston. Richard J. Larkin—Harvard Dental School. •I. Ivcrs Little—Working A. Storrs Bement Co., Boston. Roy W. Magnuson—Working Henry R. Kit- trcdge’s Store. Rayburn B. Melendy—Wentworth Institute. Allen P. Miller—Thayer Academy. Mary G. Morrison—Bridgewater Normal School. Weldon G. Pratt—Working Fore River Ship- building Corporation . Marion G. Rand—Chandler Normal Short- hand School. Leon M. Randall—Dartmouth College. Edna M. Sanborn—Massachusetts Normal Art School. .Margaret C. Shyne—Bridgewater Normal School. •C. Wesley Williams—Bryant Stratton Busi- ness College. If there are any mistakes in the above list the Editor most humbly apologizes for them and will be glad to correct them in the next issue. Frederick M. Atwood, Alumni Editor. 24 THE GOLDEN-ROD IN MEMORIAM ROBERT MORGAN HAMLIN, 1914 EDITH M. SULLIVAN, 1915 BROWN CROWELL Groceries and Provisions FRESH FISH AND OYSTERS DRY GOODS, SMALL WARES QUINCY ADAMS. MASS. Hawjljn’fi 1449 Hancock Street Quincy, Mass. Headquarters for FINE CANDIES, SODA and ICE CREAM. Wholesale and Retail HRANITE C IHOE | [STORE b o 0 D c Mud | J HOES A. W. PIERCE Portrait Photographer Adams Building: Quincy, Mass. SPECIAL RATES FOR STUDENTS Interior Home Portraiture Copying Enlarging Commercial Work o DOROTHY BENHAM iflillinenj Mourning Work 3 Granite Street a Specialty QUINCY, MASS. STORES AT WALTHAM BROCKTON PAWTUCKET Telephone Connection Established 1876 C F. PETTENGILL Jeweler ancl Optician 1391 Hancock Street QUINCY. MASS. QUINCV SAVINGS BANK (Established 1845) 1374 Hancock Street Bank Hours—8.30 A. Af. to 3 P. Af. Saturday. 8.30 A. Ai. to 12 Af. JOHN Q. A. FIELD. President. JOHN F. WELCH. Vice-President. CLARENCE BURGIN. Treasurer. © Compliments of CHARLES C. HEARN SHOE SHINE PARLOR HATS CLEANED G K O R K I A I3 01ST I K OLA S 1505 HANCOCK ST. MUSIC HALL BLOCK QUINCY, MASS. CHEER UP! No meal is complete without a delicious cup of cof- fee. You can always have the best coffee if you use— QUALITY COFFEE. Expertly selected. Care- fully blended. Scientifically roasted. Result-a cof- fee that produces a pleasing and delicious beverage that is a delight to all. Remember to buy QUALITY COFFEE RICH, SMOOTH, AND WITH A FINE FLAVOR K. E. FOY Co., (two Stores) Adams Market—'Phones 153 and 1760 Water St., Market—’Phone 117 Cumpltinruta uf CHARLES H. JOHNSON Real Estate A. E. STEPHENSON Plumbing and Heating Tin and Sheet Iron Worker 329 Newport Ave., Wollaston, Mass. Telephone Connection 523 Quincy • I ■ ■ 1 ■ .. Compliments of OSCAR A. 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High School Pupils Need Strong Eyes Academy Clothes ore produced open idily for young men in sizes 33 10 35 inches chest measure The siyles ore designed with the distinct idea of giving the voting fellows the hind of clothes they wont at prices that are lower than clothes of such character ore commonlv sold for ADAMS SQUARE BOSTON FOR A CHRISTMAS PRESENT NOTHING COULD BE BETTER THAN S'’ A QUINCY HISTORY (eminuit militants EXPERIENCED OPTOMETRIST 1473 Ifawock tmt - - (pititinj TeL 987-W Res. U22-W THE SHIRT WAIST STORE Men’s and Women’s All Linen Initial Ibanbkcrcbiefs 12 l-2c and 25c Each — AT — D. E. WADSWORTH CO S Each Year the History of (Dili fBratittnr attii (ipttittrti Written by W. S. PATTEE, M. D. And Published in 1878 GROWS MORE VALUABLE. AS IT o II'n it la t u f. tljiitlmiral Data c THAT CANNOT BE OBTAINED ELSEWHERE $3.50 PER COPY FOR SALE BY GEO. W. PRfSCOTT PUBLISHING CO. BOOK AND JOB PRINTERS 1424 Hancock Street. Quincy inudas Craac Public Lima� , Quincy, Mass. se eseeeaisese aeaeQ seaeaesBsesessseseceQeseii asseseseseseagseseQeseseQe C. M. PRICE CO. WHOLESALE AND RETAIL Ice Cream ]VIamifacturer8 WASHINGTON SQUARE WEYMOUTH - - - MASSACHUSETTS Telephone 340 RICKER I V «G3SSE5ZW7 ■ wf THE QlllNCY DEPARTMENT STORE Complete line of Student's and Teacher's Furnishings ▼ 1435-1437 HANCOCK STREET 1416 Hancock Street - Quincy QUINCY • • MASS.