Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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

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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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16 THE GOLDEN-ROD a figure that seemed familiar, so afterwards I went up to him and as I live, it was Charlie McBrayne. He asked me if I had met the leader of the orchestra. As I hadn't he took me over to him and introduced ‘Mr. David Weinhouse’!” R. BLANCHARD: Well, that is interest- ing. I have seen a few of our former class- mates myself lately. After I finished the con- creting of all the Quincy streets 1 had to go to New York. While 1 was there I had occasion to visit a salt mine and I was certainly sur- prised when I found Stewie Dimmick work- ing in it. He said he had been there some years. M. WATERMAN : Why, he must be quite a different person now! R. BLANCHARD: Oh yes, he is. He very kindly showed me through the place and explained everything. I also met Henry Carl- son, now a popular New York artist. He makes a specialty of girls’ portraits. At the theatre one evening 1 recognized Sumner Robinson as the leader of the chorus girls among whom were Lillian Golden. Dorothy Empey, Gladys Barclay, and Mildred Morris. Edna Milford was the pianist. A. WADDELL: I suppose you know Mabel Roache is a very prosperous “Taylor” in Quincy now? E. JACKSON: Why no, who else has stayed in Quincy? A. WADDELL: Oh, Mr. Arthur Palmer is the master of the High School. Helena Buckley is his secretary. Richard Sheehan is a teacher of U. S. History, James Earle, teacher of Spanish, and I am an English teacher there. E. JACKSON: I should like to see Mabel. M. WATERMAN: Why don’t you invite her up? E. JACOBSON: I will! W. BLAKE: Get the Honorable Mr. Wey- mouth up, too. E. HEAP: And Charlie McBrayne. (E. Jackson goes to machine) “Mabel Roache”. C. WILLIAMS: I wonder if many mem- bers of our class have turned out to be inventors. E. HEAP: 1 don’t know. Albert Robin- son could tell you. He works in the patent office in Washington. E. JACKSON: I’ll call him, too. (Speaks in tube). Royal Weymouth. Charles McBrayne, Al- bert Robinson. (Filter one by one and greet others). M. WATERMAN: How’s Quincy, Mabel? M. ROACHE: Splendid! I’ve just been visiting the girl you knew as Eieanor Phillips. She has a lovely big mansion on the banks of the Xeponset where children from different parts of the country live, because their mothers arc too busily engaged in politics to keep house. M. WATERMAN: Isn’t that fine! I should think she would be just the one for that place. M. ROACHE: Oh, she is! She mothers them just the same as she does her own chil-. dren. Elsie Peterson and Helen Sands, not caring for a political life, are her assistants. C. McBRAYXE: Well, whom do you think I’ve just seen? I came up from Hawaii a short time ago and while I was in San Fran- cisco I ran across Laurence Curtin. He has founded a school for the reform of giddy girls, and as a side issue is writing a book entitled, “How and When to Argue”. Some of his pupils used to be in our class. Let’s see—there were Eva Smith and Mildred Brown and Mary Grady. E. MELLISH: Well, I’m sure no one would have thought that Mr. Curtin would ever have as much to do with girls as that!! R. WEYMOUTH : I heard Sydney Pearce in a debate the other night. He is one of the most forceful speakers in the House of Rep- resentatives at Washington. M. ROACHE: Have you come in contact with many Quincy High people in late years? R. WEYMOUTH : No. I haven’t met many. I saw Aubrey Nicholson last month. He is