Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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6 THE GOLDEN-ROD A few of us remained still On the great honor roll. I had a little pony. His name was Dapple Gray, Soon there came again School closing day; But the tale is not over, Greater deeds by far were done, Listen to the last two years, Attention, every one! Edward J. Markham, 1918. (Junior Year) I Hark! hark! the dogs do bark. The Juniors have come to town; Some to work, and some to shirk, And some to act the clown. II Our president, he asked us all To help the Golden Rod that fall; We answered him as we thought good, And all responded that we would. Pupils of words and not of acts, Could not be said of us as facts; For extra copies we did buy, And kept it up until July. III Hickety, picketv, the track team, Had four of our boys in '17; Heap, Canniff, Earle, and D. Blake For us a fine record did make. IV Uncle Sam he made a call, For high school boys, both large and small. On farms he wanted them to go, And in this way help fight the foe. Many Juniors heard the call. And so responded one and all; Much praise to them who went to work; We know they did not shirk. V Ding, dong, bell, 1917's done well. Who helped them in? 1916. Who helped them out? I hear a shout 1-9-1-8. With many a merry tune, We gave aid to them that June; And without a weary look, VY e helped decorate the hall in every nook. VI Class 1917 left one day. The teachers said they needn’t stay. And so between them both, you see, We became Seniors and felt very gay. (Senior Year) VII The Golden Rod had lost its staff, And it began to cry, “Oh! Seniors dear, I sadly fear, My editors I have lost!” “What! lost your stall'; You make us laugh, Then you'll get one by and by.” Curtin and Dimmick were two able men, They came to work on the Golden Rod then ; And up came Carlson, Markham, and Blake, Men whom we did not once forsake; Palmer and Abele came to work, too, And gave valuable aid to the rest of the crew. Misses Leach and Roache, two able young women. Worked real hard from the very beginning; Then up came Miss Buckley, whom you know, To show how the Exchange Department should go. On account of high prices, instead of eight, We issued two papers at higher rate. VIII F stands for football, in which we excel. B stands for Bradley, who did very well. C stands for Canniff, as swift as a hare, F stands for Fostello, a captain so rare.

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T HE GOLDEN-ROD 5 Some who liked basket ball, Went to the gym, and played and played. High diddle doubt, spring came about Our knowledge then was great, We tried to do our lessons true, And left the rest of it to fate. A few were on the honor list, Ta, la, la, la, lal, de; Weymouth, Gesmer, Curtin, Leach, Ta, la, la, la, lal, de; And some were nearly almost there Ta, la, la, la, lal, de; But just below the being there, Ta, la, la, la, lal, de. Intery, mintery, cutery, corn, The air grew warmer upon each morn, And as the spring-time winds did blow, Day and week and month would go, The time of closing came in June, And our Freshmen year was gone so soon. Departed we, then, until the fall Sophomores to be called, one and all. (Sophomore Year) Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full of rye, Back we went in autumn again to Quincy High, When the doors were opened we gladly en- tered in, Tramping on each staircase, with great noise and din; The king was in the office busy as could be. The teachers were all working, after being free, Down below, the janitor was cleaning here and there, And thoughts of books and studies ever rent the air. Humpty-dumpty sat on a wall, Fostello hearkened football’s call. Great was his playing,—great his name, Fostello will live in the hall of fame. Jog on, jog on the footpath way, Soon there came to us election day. Listen, therefore, and I will say, Who was elected on election day. Little Robin red breast sat upon a tree, Gesmer was elected our president to be, Down came pussy cat, Robin ran away, Mabel Roachc was made vice-president, ’till graduation day, Little Robin Red Breast, hopped upon a spade, Helena Frances Buckley was the secretary made, Little Robin Red Breast flew far out of sight Charles Williams was to guard our money, day and night. Rocka-by baby, Your cradle is green, Innis and Robbie Were many days seen, Hurling the basket ball On the gym floor, But Innis and Robbie Are Sophomores no more. Little Miss Muffet, Sat on a tuffet, Rating curds and wheys, We went to the hall, Boys, girls, and all: There we saw some Shakcsperian plays. Cocka-a-doodle-dc-doodle-de-do, In our class there abided sprinters, two; Canniff and Innis—great runners were they, In tracks and races, day by day. The man in the moon Came down to soon, In baseball, there it came to pass, Fostello’s plays, Deserved great praise, An honor was he to the Sophomore Class. Three wise men of Gotham, Went to sea in a bowl,

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THE GOLDEN-RO D 7 H stands for Heap, with a whole heap of grit, I stands for Innis, and he did his bit. L is for Ladd, a plucky lad, too. N is for Nixon, who was always true-blue. O is for O’Brien, who was wounded one day. R is for Reynolds, who played the right way. T is for Taylor, our manager fine, W for Walker, who went over the line. It is, also, for Waite, the last it is seen. They all worked together for 1918. IX There was a basket ball coach, who lived in our school; He thought of a scheme when the weather grew cool. He got up a team of the Seniors, to play, And vowed they would lick all the others some day. Old “Hank” O’Brien kept on a-trying. And a faithful old soul was he; He called for his team, His heart was a-glcam, His team was a sight to see. Innis and Robbie, Fostcllo and Reynolds, And Walker and Ladd, had he. “The chanpionship! the championship,” was their cry. It wasn’t a dream of this wonderful team For they won the championship for 1918. X It was on a merry time, When arrangements were begun, On our Senior class dramatics, Which we hoped would please each one. Nicholson, as manager, Did make a great success; He managed all the business In the way that he thought best. A committee then was chosen, Which soon did prove a corker; Of Misses Lawry and Roadie, And Carlson and Walker. They chose Sheridan’s “Rivals”, A classic play of old; And Miss O’Neil, of former fame, As coach was good as gold. Miss Phillips and Miss Empey, Two ladies’ parts did fill; And Misses Rund and Jackson, Read their lines with a will. Curtin, Shaw, and Robinson, McBrayne, Carlson, and Blake, And George and Carino, Complete, the cast did make. With this able cast and coach, A great success was made ; And the shows of former years, Were all out in the shade. XI There were many girls in our class, And they did like to fool; They carefully put their hair on rags, And April 1st came to school. And when the boys saw these rag curls, With all their might and main, They then did tease the many girls, And hair went up again. XII Childstedt felt he had a call, To join the army first of all ; So army khaki he put on, And went away to fight the Hun. XIII Little boy blue, come blow your horn; And find where so many others have gone. Please tell me what caused it and what you saw; Oh, now I understand, it was the war.