Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THOMAS CRANE PUBLIC LIBRARY QUINCY, MASS.. XLhc (3ol6en 1Ro6 Volume XXVIII Zhc (3olben=1Rob Published l y the pupils of Quincy High School Address The Golden Rod Quincy High School. Quincy, Mass. EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF....LAURENCE CURTIN LITERARY EDITOR......MARJORIE LEACH NEWS EDITOR........EDWARD MARKHAM ART EDITOR............HENRY CARLSON ALUMNI EDITOR........MABEL ROACHE ATHLETIC EDITOR......ARTHUR PALMER EXCHANGE EDITOR......HELENA BUCKLEY JOKE EDITOR..........WILSON BLAKE BUSINESS MANAGER......H. S. DIMMICK ASS'T BUSINESS MANAGER TRESCOTT ABELE For Sale at Quincy High School Single Copies........................15 Cents Entered at Boston. Mass., Post Office as Second Class Matter Attempt tlje enii and never stand tu doubt, bottling's so Ijard but scarcli mill fiud it out We, the members of the staff, take this op- portunity to express to the entire school and to all our readers our appreciation of their full support and co-operation in our work of the past year. At the same time we feel in- debted to the members of the senior class for placing the responsibility of these offices in our hands and trust that we have performed our duties not only to the satisfaction of our fellow class members but to the complete satis- faction of all. With the presentation of the diplomas the seniors will have reached the parting of the ways. When this affair will have taken place the question of the future will face each of us seniors. For many of us perhaps the solu- No. 2 tion of this problem will decide the beginning of our life’s work. For others, who intend to pursue studies further, this event will be but the stepping stone to a higher degree of learning. Going forth from the school, whether we intend to take up our life’s work or to climb higher the ladder of scholastic training, let us ever keep before us these two important words, perseverance and success, the one the result of the other. Let us con- stantly bear in mind that to get anywhere in the world of today we must work and work untiringly. Let us remember, too, that only by our determination and initiative shall we be able to become the citizens of tomorrow who are worthy of the name and who will stand ready to render valuable assistance to our people and country in any and every emergency. Graduation is a time of both joy and sor- row for all of us who are to leave the study rooms of four long years and to venture on the many roads to success. We depart with joy because we have struggled through many months of hard labor and have at length reached the goal of our endeavors, and still with sorrow we depart because we leave be- hind us the source of much joy and happiness. Much pleasure will it give us in the future to recall the happy incidents of our days of training. Although the parting is sad we have, how- ever, the consolation and assurance that from whence we pass there is a group of persons who are thoroughly interested in our welfare. As a farewell word, therefore, having com- pleted our studies, we seniors take this oppor- tunity to express our appreciation of the de- voted and unceasing co-operation and assist- ance of this corps of teachers who have guided us successfully through the thorny course of the past four years. June, 1918

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Photo bi Pierce. (Standing, left to right) Blake, Dimmick. Akklk, Palmer, Markham, Carlson (Seated) Miss Leacii, Miss Roaciie, Curtin, Miss Dawes, Miss Buckley

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THE GOLD EX-ROD 4 31 mill iiu some valiant iiceb (Of uiljiclj mankind sliall hear in aftertime. What are you going to do next vacation? In this time of peril and strife, we are all anxious to engage in some work which shall be of distinct value to our country. One of the greatest needs of our country at the pres- ent time is a supply of boys, sixteen years or older, to fill the gaps on the farms made by the men who have gone to serve their country in other ways. In the past year and thus far this year, the boys of the school have shown very little interest in this subject. However, it is not yet too late to enroll in the farm serv- ice of our country. It is not yet too late, having obtained the consent of our parents or guardian, to place ourselves at the disposal of our country in this so necessary and so im- portant work. It is not yet too late for us to come to a full realization of the present perilous condition of our farms. With re- gard to farm work President Wilson says, “It is a high privilege, no less than a patriotic duty, to help support the nation by devoted and intelligent work in this great crisis.” It is hoped by the members of the staff that the seniors will take no offence at the quota- tions found in this edition. This undertaking meant considerable work on the part of the editors and in return we look to the members of the class to accept these expres- sions with the same good will with which the staff took up their task. IDe shall escape tlje uphill by never turning back. Class History (Freshman Year) To high school, to high school, to learn things new, We went, tiny Freshmen, both me and you; “Do your lessons faithfully; learn each law and rule,” Was what we all heard on that first day of school, Then home again, home again, on a swift run Smiling with happiness, the first day was done. Time passed on, New days were born. We made unknown progression. But some were bad, And it made them sad To go back for afternoon session. One, two, ten, five, four Reports came out to us once more, Six, seven, eight, nine, three, Making some as happy as could be. We loved our teachers more and more, Two, five, seven, eight, and four, Three, seven, six, nine, and one, Happy we were when each day was done. Hey diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The Seniors sneered at us so, And the Juniors laughed to see such fun, And they wondered if we would grow. Ding, Dong, Ding, Dol, One day we went to the hall, To hear a Christmas Concert there, Ding. Dong, Ding, Dol. We sat upon a grandstand, Ding, Dong, Ding, Dol, But how we rushed to get there, Ding, Dong, Ding, Dol. Crashing, smashing all around Ding, Dong, Ding, Dol, At our first Christmas Concert, Ding, Dong, Ding, Dol. In the cold days of winter, When the winds made us afraid,