Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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Quincy High bchoo Bradford Library ZLbe (5olbcn s=1Rob March, 1917 No. 5 Volume XXVII XTbe ©olben IRcb Published eight times during the school year by the PUPILS OF 0. H. S. Address The Golden-Rod Quincy High School, Quincy, Mass. EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF...RUSSELL C. JOHNSON LITERARY EDITOR.. .. .AUGUSTA MacMAHON NEWS EDITOR....................HUGH NIXON ART EDITOR...................EVELYN LUKE ALUMNI EDITOR...............MILDRED DIACK EXCHANGE EDITOR................ANNA CREMINS ATHLETIC EDITOR.....HENRY PETERSON JOKE EDITOR.................WILLIAM MULLIN BUSINESS MANAGER..WILLIAM T. KENDALL ASS’T BUSINESS MANAGER STUART DIMMICK For Sale at Quincy High School Yearly Subscription - - 75 cents. Single Copies - - 10 cents. Entered at Boston, Mass., Post-Office as Second Class Matter. Editorials We are sorry that the Sophomore num- ber lacks a frontispiece. We had intended to print a picture of the Sophomore class officers but as no election has yet been held, no picture can be taken. Therefore, the Golden Rod must appear without a frontis- piece. Predictions concerning the basketball team certainly ran true. After Reading had inflicted a rather severe defeat upon Quincy, the latter came back strong and supplied a brand of basketball worthy of our athletic position. In addition Quincy trounced Reading in one of the most spectacular and hair-raising games ever witnessed on our floor, thereby tying Reading for first place. With the exception of the game at Wellesley this game was the best of the season and brought forth the wildest enthusiasm from the rooters. Although we are loathe to harp upon the financial support given the Golden Rod the alarming decrease in the circulation of the Short Theme Number necessitates a renew- al of this subject. It is absolutely essential that we regain the circulation that we ac- quired in the first two issues. We urge you to buy your own Golden Rod. Don’t look over somebody else’s shoulder! Freshmen and Sophomores make up the deficit shown in your subscriptions! In glancing through the first four issues of the Golden Rod certain interesting facts are revealed. The first which attracts our attention is the part each class produces, that is, the number of contributions each class has proffered. More careful enumeration indicates that the Junior class leads in the number of articles published. The seniors follow closely, with the sophomores and freshmen trailing behind. Upon closer ex- amination, also, the number who have contri- buted two or more times is observed. The number of these individual contributors is about a dozen, which number consists of seven boys and five girls. Three have submitted articles three times, a Senior, a Junior and a Freshman, respectively. From this review it is evident that the Seniors have lost that bril- liant literary standing which they held last year. This is a lamentable situation which ought to be remedied. Of course, we hope the other classes will increase their literary sup- port and make the contest hotter. Freshmen! One of the remaining editions of the Golden

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Gfahle of (tiontmto Page EDITORIALS..................................... 3 STORIES ....................................... 4 The Missing Link—Continued from January “Golden-Rod” BOOK NOTES ................................... 21 SCHOOL NEWS .................................. 23 ALUMNI NOTES ................................. 25 EXCHANGES..................................... 26 ATHLETICS .................................... 27 JOKES AND CARTOON ............................ 30 C. HEARN We carry the largest line of high grade candies in the city. Try us and see. QUINCY SQUARE THE GIRL WHO GRADUATES from the High School: who hesitates to pledge four years to a College Course: who, nevertheless, desires to study, to enjoy college advantages, to cultivate special talents, to enrich her life and her friendships — should know of NATIONAL PARK SEMINARY It is a Junior College for young women planned especially to meet the needs of High School graduates. Collegiate and Vocational Courses, Music, Art, Domestic Science, Floriculture, Business Law, Travel. Outdoor life a feature. Study of the National Capitol. Illustrated book of 126 pages free on request. Address Secretary National Park Seminary, (Suburb of Washington, D.C.) Forest Glen, Maryland.

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4 THE GOLDEN-ROD Rod is to be reserved expressly for your con- tributions. See that a respectable amount of your work adorns the pages of the Golden Rod when your special edition appears. Notice is especially drawn to the narration entitled “The Story Told by a Desk.” The work is the result of the combined effort of the pupils in Miss Brant's division, H2A. Therefore, the writing shows different styles which may be of interest to the readers. The following pupils have contributed: Ebba Xarsten, Lempi Seppala, Amy Blom- quist, Hannah Rosenburg, Anna Haugh, Elizabeth Millen. The Missing Link (Continued) They were up bright and early on the mor- row, and little the worse for the terrible dreams and visions which had been theirs that night. In fact, if one had been watching them while they were preparing their breakfast, he would not have seen the least trace of fear on their faces, but instead would have found them more joyful and expectant than ever. But whether they were joyful because they would soon have their breakfast, or because they were now hopeful that they could solve the problem about the mysterious hand, I can- not tell. Donald was the first to break the short period of silence which ensued after they had eaten sparingly of their small amount of food. “Marshall.” said he, “we had better be going out now, and see what we can find out about that hand. I’m sure I can’t bear the suspense much long—.” “Come on then,” interrupted Marshall, whose one great fault was that of sometimes having an utter disregard for the feelings of others, especially when he thought he knew what they intended to say. “But look at that grey wall in front of us. I didn’t notice that before,” gasped the aston- ished Donald. “It wasn’t there before, for we came in, didn’t we?” “Where did it come from?” Marshall man- aged to gasp. “That’s for us to find out,’’ said Donald, gradually regaining his coolness. “I know what to do. We’ll crawl slowly towards it, and then make some sort of plan.” So slowly and cautiously they advanced on their hands and knees. Nearer and nearer they came to the wall, until at last they thought they ought to have touched it, but they did not; instead their hands groped along the un- even stone floor, their outstretched fingers meeting no barriers. “That’s funny,” laughed Donald, “we must have gone right through that wall. How—.” But Donald never finished that sentence. A groan from Marshall brought him to a sense of their real danger. “What is it, Marshall?” asked Donald. “What’s the matter?” “Oo, what an escape I had,” groaned Mar- shall. “I was crawling slowly along, when my hands left the floor, and I felt nothing but empty space. I drew back in alarm, for I guessed that I was on the brink of the shelf, on which we landed.” “You sure did have a narrow escape,” ad- mitted Donald, “but how about that wall that we saw?” “I’ve got it! I’ve got it! exclaimed Mar- shall. “The wall was nothing but a mass of fog. Don’t you see how foggy it is out here?” “That’s right,” admitted Donald: “No won- der we took this fog for a wall. Look how thick it is; you can cut it with a knife.” “But,” he continued regretfully, that ends