Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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The Golden-Rod 15 and now Johnson saw his peril and spurted. Immediately, John closed up. At the be- ginning of the third lap, Johnson spurted again; but King stuck close to his heels. Now the gong was ringing for the last lap. The crowd was yelling like mad, rattles were clattering, horns were blowing, and John, dim-eyed and faint, gritted his teeth and sprinted. How slowly he seemed to be going! Would he ever get there? But now he saw the tape, ahead. With a final effort, he plunged forward, felt the tape break a- cross his chest, and fell, a huddled heap, on the cinder path. He had won the meet. Hugh Nixon, ’17. THE BEAUTY OF CHILDHOOD. After H. B. Wright’s 1 The blue of the clear summer sky is the chosen color of the eyes of childhood. Per- haps some fairy took a piece of the blue sky and put it into childhood’s eyes; perhaps it was luck that it so happened; perhaps it was done by the hands of Providence; whoever it was that did it, it still remains that child- hood’s eyes are as blue as the summer sky. The crimson of the rising and setting sun paints childhood’s cheeks. Perhaps some playful fairy painted them, perhaps luck was called to this duty, perhaps the hands of Providence painted them; whoever did it, the rising and setting sun still paints child- hood’s cheeks a beautiful crimson, 'flic golden sunlight dancing on the ripples of the waters gives childhood the hue of its flowing tresses. Perhaps a fairy gave it, perhaps it was luck, or perhaps Providence gave it Himself; whoever gave it, childhood’s THEIR YESTERDAYS.” tresses still are golden as the sunlight on the ripples. The sunlight striking the dew-drops puts the sparkle into childhood’s eyes. Per- haps some fairy put it there, perhaps luck or Providence; whoever did it, the sparkle of childhood’s eyes is like the sparkle of the dew- drops in the sunshine. The song of the birds, now soft and how, now sweet and strong, gives the note to childhood’s tongue; who- ever did it, this still remains so. The romp- ing, playing, and skipping of the little lamb and kitten have given a playful spirit to child- hood’s heart. The soft gurgle and ripple of a silvery brook is like the laughter of the innocent child. Now the beauty of child- hood is compared with the beauties of nature. This beauty of childhood is given to us to keep pure and holy, but has anyone ever kept it so? Isaac N. Wainionpaa, T7. A HILL-TOP SUNSET. As we reached the summit of the hill the sun had just set in a burst of golden glory. Far below, spread in a cup-like valley, the prosperous little city lay. Church-spires, towers, and grimy smoke-stacks pierced the damp evening mist, making little dark smudges against the smooth sunset-tinted gray of the mist. The sky above us was like a great over- turned bowl, closed down tight over the horizon line. In the west where ‘Old Sol’ had just retired to rest the sky was golden, shading to a rosv-pink, then orange, yellow, and light green. Then up overhead it merged into a great infinite blue, which, in turn, shaded to violet and darkened to purple. This great rainbow sky was reflected faintly in the mist covered valley. Marion Joyce, T7. Seniors were born for great things; Juniors were born for small; But it is not recorded Why Freshmen were born at all. Ex.

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14 The Golden - Rod from the saddle and bound him, hand and foot. Leaving the man on the ground. A1 mounted the horse and forced him ahead at a rapid rate, for night was coming on. Just as he came over a knoll, he saw, in the dusk, smoke rising from a house in the woods. Dismounting, he advanced upon the place cautiously and soon discovered that it was the place he was seeking. A sudden peal of boisterous laughter from the cabin told him that the men were drunk. After letting down the bars of the improvised corral, he made hi? way to the other side of it and threw stones at the horses in order to start them through the open gate. This noise brought the men to the door. A1 took careful aim, fired, and as luck would have it, hit one man, and angered the others. This additional noise thoroughly frightened the horses and they broke for the open prairie in a perfect stampede. A1 followed in the darkness, recovered his own animal, and started to round up the others. By morning, just as he had suc- ceeded fairly well, he met the posse com- ing after the thieves. While A1 was still a good way off, he heard a cowboy remark. “Here comes ‘The Quitter’ with our horses. I wonder—But he said no more, for he saw Jake’s face and stopped. That ex- pression was not often seen on the fore- man’s face. “He ain’t no quitter,” Jake announced, “and the next man who calls him that will get the contents of my gun to pick out of his hide.” Russell Sears, ’17. HIS LAST CHANCE. The day for the big meet of the year had arrived and with it came John King’s last chance to win his letter, for on the next day he was to graduate. As he put on his track suit, he recalled how he had come to Eaton College, three years before, a weak, puny freshman, and how he had determined to make his letter at any price. Here was his last chance. His event was the three-mile run, the last contest of the day. The dashes, the shot-put, the jumps, the pole-vault, the half-mile, and the mile went off, and then the three-mile race was called. The Eatonites were frantic, for the score was in favor of Benson University, 55-52, and this final race had to be won to win the meet. As .he runners lined up at the start, a deep roar resounded in the big stadium. Now, for the first time, John learned that Captain Williams, of Eaton, was not in the race, be- cause of a pulled tendon, and he saw Johnson the best distance-man in the state, lined up against him. Then the full meaning of the situation dawned upon him. lie was re- sponsible if the meet were lost, and he would receive the glory if it were won. The voice of his captain rang in his ears, encouraging, imploring, threatening. “On your marks!” ‘‘Get set!” Bang! The race was on. Johnson sprinted for the pole, and got it by a big margin. Now began the long, grinding run. King saw that his only chance of winning was to stay back until the last, letting the other runners keep Johnson at his best, and so he slowed down, dropping into sixth place. At this, groans arose from the cheering section, and shriek- ing voices urged him on. But John knew his business; he was using his head as well as his legs. At the end of the first mile, the run- ners were in two sections, King at the head of the second. At the beginning of the third mile, the race had narrowed down to four runners, King in last place. Now the real fight was on; now came the final test of training. Breathing heavily, John slipped up a place. Johnson, in the lead, looked back and smiled, thinking that King was nearly exhausted, and that the race was already won. Again King drew up a place,

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16 The Golden- Rod SCHOOL LIFE. DEBATING SOCIETY. A regular meeting of the Debating Society was held on Wednesday evening, March 17. The debate scheduled for this meeting was postponed and in its place, a practice debate, preliminary to that which Quincy is to have with Weymouth, was held. The question was: Resolved that the Filipinos should have their immediate independence. The follow- ing were the disputants: (affirmative) Smith, Foy, McDonald, and MacMahon; (negative) Bowen, Kidder, Brokaw, and Marr. After an exceedingly close and interesting debate, the decision was given to the affirmative, who are to debate against Weymouth on this same question. Mr. Collins, who acted as chairman of the judges, gave the fellows a short talk in which he praised the work of the society and gave much good advice. The nominating committee submitted the name of Arthur Bowen for assistant secretary. Mr. Bowen was unanimously elected to fill that office. On Friday, March 10, the committee chosen to negotiate with the Weymouth High School Debating Society, held a conference with a representative of that society. At this meeting it was decided that the debate between the two schools should take place at Quincy High School on Wednesday evening April 7, at 7.30 It was also decided to invite the pupils of the schools to listen to this debate. THALIA CLUB. A surprise entertainment was given to the girls on the afternoon of March 18 by several members of the club. The affair was intro- duced by twelve girls of the sophomore class, in costume, representing roses, who gave an excellent exhibition of several folk dances. A playlet entitled “Every Girl was next presented. This is a short allegory showing how a thoughtful girl, though temporarily at- tracted by many of life’s pleasing externals has sufficient will power and judgment to reject all such things and accept in their places Love, Work, and Health. The various parts were admirably taken by the follow- ing:— Every girl—C harlot te Ba rstow. Hope—Jennie Gibb. Mirth—Dorothy Stevens. I Vcalth—M arion Si mpson. K n owl edge—Marion Walt her. Beauty—Hester Harkins. Work—Anna Campbell. Health—Margaret Park. Love—Florence Crowell. The committee in charge of the enter- tainment was Mildred Harrison, Margaret Atwood, and Margaret Park. The Club has been obliged to give up its annual dramatics for this year owing to the great demand for the use of the school hall by other organizations of the school. On the afternoon of March 27, the girls went on a hike along Adams. Shore, where they ate their lunches. Those in charge were Emma Kendall and Alice Hogan. SCHOOL. The annual dramatic production of the senior class, to be presented in the school hall on the evening of April 23, is in full progress with daily rehearsals. The play selected this year is a three-act comedy en- titled “Bachelor Hall” and from the reports that we hear, the cast promises to give us three acts full of life and action. It be- hooves everybody who possibly can to “get in” on this treat. The following cast have been selected:— Hon. Geoffrey Myrtleton, Congressman from the 10th District..........Earle Simmons. I Deacons from Rambletown. Elisha Bassett,) Wesley Browne, Lincoln Crosscup.