Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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14 THE GOLD EN-ROD The Wireless Persontransporterator (Class Prophecy) Characters Esther A. Jackson, inventor of Persontrans- porterator. Edwin Heap, patent office inspector. Malcolm Currie, prominent Squantum busi- ness man. Edna Mellish, captain of “Pink Sox” Baseball Team. Helen Murphy, reporter for the “Boston Ad- vertiser”. Agnes Waddell, English teacher in Quincy High School. Charles W illiams, chairman of Quincy school board. Wilson Blake, manager of Hotel Bostonia. Raymond Blanchard, concrete road contractor. Mary Waterman, inventor of perpetual youth. Mabel T. Roache, a prosperous Quincy “Taylor”. Royal Weymouth, candidate for the Presi- dency. Albert Robinson, clerk in the patent office at Washington. Charles McBrayne, a Hawaiian dancer. Scene—Room of invent rcss who is dis- covered working over her invention. E. JACKSON: There, Pm sure this will work now. I wish the inspector from the patent office would come. I can’t try it until he has seen it. W hy, this machine must be one of the greatest inventions ever made! (Knock heard) Ah! here he is at last. E. HEAP: How do you do, Miss Jackson! I have come to inspect the machine you wrote about and see that it complies with patent regulations. E. JACKSON (Puzzled expression on face): Haven’t I seen you before? E. HEAP: Why, you look like someone I knew in Quincy High, way back in 1918. Esther A. Jackson! Is that right? E. JACKSON: Edwin Heap! Well well! How long have you been up here in Alaska? E. HEAP: Oh, I was sent up by the gov- ernment five years or so ago as an inspector for the patent office. What have you been doing these past twenty years? E. JACKSON: Why, 1 came up here as soon as I learned this was the land of “inven- tions, inspirations” and I have been working on this machine for ten years. Before I came I took Mary Waterman’s wonderful treatment for perpetual youth which she made by some complicated chemical process. I guess every- one has used it now. E. HEAP: Oh, yes, there are very few old people now. That is one of the finest inven- tions of the times. This is without doubt the age of marvelous inventions. Well, let’s look at your machine. I suppose this is it. (Point- ing to machine). E. JACKSON : Oh yes, indeed! (Both go over to machine). E. HEAP: What is it for? E. J ACKSON : (Thoughtfully) Wouldn’t it be fun to see some of our old classmates? E. HEAP: Why yes, it would be fine but 1 don’t see how you can manage it way up here. Anyway, what has that to do with the machine? E. JACKSON : Everything. This machine is an invention which will bring by wireless ■any person in the world. Just speak the name into this tube, push the button, and— E. HEAP: Impossible! That can’t be done! E. JACKSON: Well, we’ll see. Whom shall we call? E. HEAP: Oh, get Malcolm Currie. The last time I was home he was one of Squan- tum’s most prominent business men. You know that Squantum is now a large manufac- turing city. E. JACKSON: No, I didn’t know it. I

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THE G O L D E N - R 0 I) 13 SHAW,RONALD HAYDEN Dramatics; Athletics; Debating Society. Care to our coffin adds a nail, And every Grin so merry draws one out. SHAY, VIOLET LOUISE Ambition is no cure for love. SHEEHAN, RICHARD WHITE An honest man is able to speak for himself. SMITH, EVA MAY And thou seest her speak and dost not hear. Mourn not her distant accents ’scape thine ear. STEVENS, PENELOPE Discreet in gesture, in deportment mild. Not stiff with prudence, nor uncouthly wild. STEWART, CHARLES ALEXANDER Better is little, provided it is your own, than an abundance of borrowed capital. SWANSON. FLORENCE PAULINE Her modest looks the cottage might adorn. Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. TAYLOR, EDWARD W. Debating Society; Football Manager, 9 7; Athletics. Stately and tall he moves in the hall. The chief of a thousand for grace. THORNE, FLORENCE I. Silence is a fine jewel for a woman. TOWNE, FLORENCE Her face is calm, her eyes demure, Her every action staid; And you would say to look at her Oh. what a proper maid. TURNER. DORIS ELIZABETH Independence now, Independence forever. WADDELL, AGNES Thalia Club. An open hearted maiden, true and pure. WALKER, ROY HERBERT Athletics. Be gone, dull care, I prithee be gone from me, Be gone, dull care, thou and I shall never agree. WALTER, WILLIAM A. Debating Society, igi . Unthinking, idle, wild, and young, I laugh’d and danc’d and talk’d and sung. WATERMAN, MARY I). Class Song; Latin Club. The rays of Happiness, like those of light are colourless when unbroken. WEEDEN, CHESTER JOHN I hear, yet say not much, but think the more. WEINHOUSE, DA AVID W. Orchestra; Debating Society. For even tho’ vanquish’d, he would argue still. WESTER, GUSTAVE R. Debating Society. A proper man as one shall see in a summer’s day. WEYMOUTH, ROYAL S. Orchestra; Debating Society. Talk to him of Jacob’s ladder and he would ask the number of steps. WILLIAMS, CHARLES I. Class Treasurer. Keen appetite wait on you and yours. Teacher (wanting to know if Johnny could She—Why do they paint the inside of a recognize a highest common factor)—Johnny, chicken coop? what does H.C.F. mean? He—To keep the hens from picking the Johnny—High Cost of Food, ma’am.—Ex. grain out of the wood.—Ex.

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THE (i OLI) EN-ROD 15 want to see Edna Mellish, too. I heard from her a year ago. She was then captain of a national baseball team, the “Pink Sox . She’s quite a player, I guess. E. HEAP: Get Willie Blake and Raymond Blanchard. I don’t know what they’re doing —and Charlie Williams. E. JACKSON: All right, I'll ask Mary Waterman and Agnes Waddell, too. (Speaks into tube) Edna Mellish (pushes button until she appears). Ah! my machine works; Hello, Ed. How are you? E. HEAP (looking incredulously at ma- chine and at E. Mellish): Well, well! E. MELLISH (out of breath and somewhat dazed) : I should like to know where am I? E. JACKSON : Why, you arc in Alaska at- tending a reunion of some of your old class- mates. E. HEAP: And you’re the first arrival. E. JACKSON: Are you still on the team? E. MELLISH: Oh yes, indeed. Some of our old Quincy High friends are on the team, too. Barbara Foley is a fine catcher. E. HEAP: She used to be that in some lines at school, if I remember correctly. E. MELLISH: Gertrude Marden, Johanna Manning, and Margaret Kellihcr are also on the team. E. JACKSON: Well, I’ll get some more people (speaks into tube.) Malcolm Currie, Helen Murphy, Agnes Waddell, (all shake hands and sit doivn), Charles Williams, Wil- son Blake, Raymond Blanchard, Mary Water- man. E. JACKSON: Isn’t this just fine! Now, tell us all about yourselves. M. CURRIE: That’s a wonderful ma- chine. C. WILLIAMS: It certainly is. E. HEAP: Well, Charlie, what are you do- ing for a living? C. WILLIAMS: Why, I’m the chairman of the Quincy school board. E. JACKSON: Really! How is the old school—just the same as ever? C. WILLIAMS: Oh, no, the building we passed many happy hours in is a jail now. Fred Cutler is the jail-warden. The High School is now a fine, immense building of cement on Third Hill, put up by Henry Nicholls. M. CURRIE: We have a fine airplane sys- tem there. The school plane between Squan- tum and Quincy is driven by Florence Swan- son and I think Regina La 'four is a conductor on another line. H. MURPHY: Speaking of airplanes, I took a flying trip to New York on the Boston Express to rejxjrt on Mr. Weymouth’s speech and Louis George was driving the plane. He wore a medal for air service in the World War, he told me. M. WATERMAN: Are you a reporter? H. MURPHY: Yes, for the “Boston Ad- vertiser”, edited by Edward Markham. W. BLAKE: Is this Mr. Weymouth you mentioned any relation to Royal? H. MURPHY: Why it is Royal Wey- mouth in whose class in high school we had the honor of being. R. BLANCHARD: What is his position? 11. MURPHY: Oh, haven't you heard that he has just been nominated for the Presi- dency? The phenomenal part of it is that Marjorie Leach of the same class in high school is the candidate of the other party. E. JACKSON: You don’t mean it! W. BLAKE: I have an interesting letter here from Ted Nixon who is traveling for his health. (Takes letter from pocket). He says, (reads) “Whom do you suppose I met in Cuba a few weeks ago? Bill Walter. He is trader down there and likes it very much because it is never cold. We traveled around in a jitney run by Everett Robbie. He took me through Violet Shay’s sugar planta- tion where I saw Helen Mullarkey, Anna Castleman, and Ruth Murphy cutting sugar cane. We also went aboard a vessel loaded with cocoanuts where to my surprise I saw George Nichols, the captain of the ship. “When I was in Hawaii I was invited to a Hici Dula dance. Among the dancers I saw