Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.

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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.

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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.