Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN-ROD 19 a mile. Tyra Alquist is another historian. She wrote the history which is now being used in the Quincy schools. By the way, have any of our class become journalists? W. BLAKE: Why, yes. There are several of our class-members on the staff of the Quin- cy Ledger. Arthur Carino is the editor, Ag- nes Joyce runs an “Advice to the Love-lorn” column. Stanhope Ring is the sporting editor, and George Dorlay is the joke editor. M. WATERMAN: Why, I have a Ledger right here. Shall I read a few briefs? ALL: Yes! M. WATERMAN : Here are some remarks which ought to interest us. (Reads) “Quin- cy’s prominent chiropodist, Stephen McPhee, is suffering from bunions. He is recovering rapidly, and will soon be back at his profes- sion.” Here’s another: (Reads) “Rosslyn Burgess and Leo Rosa, our local dentists, have gone to Maine for a vacation. Natives Be- ware !” A. WADDELL: Let me take the paper a minute. Why, here’s an advertisement. (Reads) “Buy Gorton’s Corn-Plasters: One dollar per-----.” Why, that must be Hattie Gorton! She told me she was in the corn business. Here’s a notice: (Reads) “A fine concert is expected tonight at the ‘Alhambra.’ The Greater Quincy Sextet, consisting of Harry Lubarsky, Oscar Hultin, Gustave Wes- ter, Dorothy Buckley, Alice Cahill, and Sadie Files, will render the ‘Sextet from Lucia,’ in Italian. A large crowd is expected to turn out.” C. WILLIAMS: I bet they’ll walk out be-' fore it’s finished! (Glances at his watch.) Why, it’s getting late. If I don’t get home pretty soon, my wife will annihilate me. W. BLAKE: That’s nothing to what I’ll get. My mother-in-law will massacre me! R. WEYMOUTH (glancing at his “Big Ben”) : I believe that I am scheduled to ad- dress a gathering at Boston in thirty minutes. E. JACKSON: Well, it’s too bad everyone has to go so soon. We have had an enjoyable evening together, and maybe we will all meet again. Be sure to return in the order you came, or you may not reach your destinations. (Presses another button.) Good-bye, every one. M. ROACHE: Good-bye, Esther, we’ve all had a wonderful time. ALL: Good-bye. (Leave.) E. HEAP: Well, that’s the most wonder- ful machine I’ve ever seen! It’s marvelous! I’ll sec that you get a good patent on your in- vention. Good-bye! E. JACKSON: Good-bye. (Alone.) I knew that my invention would be a success. It just couldn’t fail me. Just to think that I know what every member of the class of 1918 is doing! (Goes out.) Esther Jackson, Edwin Heap. Criminal Camouflage “Well, Bill, how goes it today?” “O pretty well. How arc you?” “I am about the same. What are you doing?” “Not much of anything but loafing my time away as manager of a land wireless station. What about you?” “I am on the newspaper staff; and that re- minds me of a story which I laugh at when I think of it. Want to hear it, Bill?” “Sure, Ed, shoot away.” “Sometime ago I was reading a high school magazine, in which I came across a story about a detective who was in the secret ser- vice of the government and was on the trail of German spies during the present war. Tracing them to an abandoned house, he found next to the chimney the aerial of a wireless set of the high frequency type cap- able of communicating with Germany.

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18 TIIE GOLD EX-ROD Morrison. He is janitor now, and has hopes of becoming pin boy soon. W. BLAKE: Speaking of bowling, Ivar Lofgrcn made a record last week. He shot a ball down his alley, it bounced over to the next one. and knocked down all the pins. R. BLANCHARD: Why, I didn’t know that he could bowl. By the way, “Dick” Beck- with is treasurer of the Fat Men’s Union. He tried keeping a drug store, but he ate so many ice cream sodas that he couldn’t make any profit. M. WATERMAN: 1918 must be fond of the drug business, Josephine Bennett is a soda clerk in Irene Pitts’ drug store at Quincy Point. Right beside her store is “Chet” Wee- den’s poultry farm. He might be here now, but he is too attached to his chickens to leave them. R. BLANCHARD: He must be very rich by now. That reminds me that “Charlie” Stewart is getting rich on his fish market, and his cashier, Mary Drohan, is also prosperous. A. WADDELL: Sarah Grossman must have millions from the royalty she gets from her book, “How to Earn Money?” But to change the subject, Violet Finn is running a summer hotel in Squantum now since her namesake. Katherine Finn, became mayor of it. She had Joseph Chignola, the famous brick-layer specialist, lay down marble streets, with rubber curb-stone. II. MURPHY: Talking about inventions. “Clif” Canniff made a great one. He invented the steam-heated, super-heated steam sidewalk. Whenever a crowd gathers on a sidewalk, a person can just turn on the steam, and the sidewalk gets so hot that the crowd disperses. Then there is Mollie Kaufman, who invented a new hair-restorer and made herself famous. W. BLAKE: George Fostello, Alvah Rey- nolds and Roy Walker certainly made them- selves famous. Then enlisted in the marines in the European war and were among the first to arrive at Berlin. E. MELLISH : That reminds me. Esther Canty and Hilma Hendrickson became Red Cross nurses and did good work at the front. E. HEAP: Did any one in the class go on the stage? A. ROBINSON: Surely, Bartholomew Gunning and Howard Dunkerly are touring the country as the “Gold Dust Twins.” “Mawrie” Berry gives vocal selections on the Victor records. He tried the stage, but his facial contortions were too much for the au- dience, so he had to go back to phonograph records, where he is heard but not seen. M. CURRIE: That makes me think that Frank Julius and Edwin Johnson are famous music writers. You can look into any of the sentimental songs they sell in the “5 and 10” and see “Words by ‘Eddie’ Johnson, Music by Frank Julius.” Another musician of our class is Grace Ballou, who teaches the ukelele. M. ROACHE: I suppose you have heard of Harold Herrick. He proved that bald heads are hereditary, and he showed how a moustache can be developed in two days. By the way, Carl Friberg runs a jitney plane from Atlantic to Squantum, and Harold Lar- son goes with him to keep the passengers in good humor. C. McBRAYNE (leaking up): They need to be in good humor to go down there. Poor “Don” Blake needs cheering up. His girl jilted him, so he became a hermit, and is now living in the wilds of Houghs Neck, writing books on the fickleness of women. He's not so far off. at that! E. JACKSON: Don’t get personal, now. By the way. has Houghs Neck grown any? C. WILLIAMS: Not much. Since “Plank” O'Brien left to become a bicycle rider in Herbert Hendry’s circus, poor Houghs Neck has degenerated. E. MELLISII: That’s too bad. I always had hopes for Houghs Neck. That reminds me that Mabelle Geddes and Joanna Falconer are running a boarding-house at Quincy Point, which is quite a nice place now. H. MURPHY: How times have changed! Our old friend, Anna Irvine, wrote a history which Mr. Roache said had Muzzey’s “skun”

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20 THE GOLD EX-ROD “According to this story the capable de- tective took out his pocket knife and did cer- tain little things to the wire. Think of it. Bill, doing certain little things to a bare cop- per wire with thirty to forty thousand volts coming direct from the transformer. The amperage was probably pretty low, but I bet it made him pretty sick. How I laughed when I read that. “And say, Bill, this smart detective then took his own private set and hooked it on these wires while the forbidden station was sending to Germany. “Did you ever hear of anyone in your ex- perience, Bill, hitching on a receiving set while another fellow was sending and getting the message the fellow was sending?” “Ha! ha! ha! 1 sure wonder how he did it and got the message that was sent without burning his set out.” “It’s the truth, though, Bill. Here is the magazine; read it for yourself.” “I will, Ed. While you were talking, Ed, I was reminded of an experience that happened to me on board a boat two years ago last Au- gust. I was chief operator and was on night watch the first night out from Boston. It was about ten o’clock when I turned my re- ceiving set to get Arlington when she started to send “Press.” After waiting a short while I heard the following:—‘$1000 reward is of- fered for the capture and return of John Smith. He is five feet eight inches tall, slim, with blonde hair, a fair complexion and on his left arm the tattoo of a tiger. He escaped from the Charlestown prison. All ship cap- tains are warned to be on the lookout for him, as it is the belief that he got away on a boat.’ “This finished the press. I recopied it and handed it to the captain, who just then en- tered. While watching for him, I ventured to remark, ‘Captain, that Smith must be some crafty fellow “ ‘You’re right, boy, it will be hard to cap- ture him and we will have to watch for him under disguise “The captain then left, and ordered a quiet search for Smith. Some time after he left, a swell dame en- tered and gee! she was a darb! I sure must have made a fool of myself staring at her be- cause I turned red as a beet when she said: ‘I hope you have got your eyes full.’ I apol- ogized and asked her to sit down. I then sent her message and, turning, started to talk to her. “Some time later, as I sat there lost in her charm, a fellow entered the cabin. I asked him what he wanted. “ ‘O nothing much “ ‘Well, you will find that outside.’ “ ‘O no, I won’t, either.’ He then started fooling with the instruments, whereupon 1 told him to leave them alone and get out. “Just then the captain entered and yelled out, ‘Up with your hands, Smith, I’ve got you now. Keep that hand away from that pocket. I’ve got you covered.’ “He then commanded me to put the hand- cuffs on him. As I did it Smith yelled out, ‘I’m not Smith, I am after him myself.’ “ ‘O don’t come across with that old stuff,’ retorted the captain. ‘You answer the de- scription to the dot as far as your face and hair go, but we will look at your arm and be sure.’ The coat was ripped off and on his arm was found the tiger. “With rising excitement. Smith interrupted, ‘I’m not that person. I am a police detective on the Boston force. My badge is on the lapel of my coat.’ “‘You shut up!’ replied the captain. ‘Where is the badge? I don’t see it here. You will get double irons all right.’ “He then turned to me and said, ‘Get into communication with Arlington and report the capture of Smith and have the police boat meet us.’ “After the captain left with Smith, the lat- ter still protesting. I turned and started my set to call, ‘N.A.A.’ I found that I could not use my rotary spark gap as it had been broken, so I switched over to the quenched spark gap and sent the message. Soon after I got a reply telling the captain they would meet the boat. When I turned about, I saw to my