Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 40 of the 1919 volume:

noa. czs-xz fustle LIBHAfiy WINCY, MASS.. r.ilUc of Contents dbristmae Joy is in the air: Smiles are everywhere; Every heart beats light and free; Troubles vanish stealthily. Merry bells loudly ring; Cheery hearts softly sing: Peace to us has come again,— Peace on Earth, Good-will to Men. —Irene Sevigny, ’20 Editorials................................................. 3 Stories.................................................... 6 Essays ajter Addison...................................... 15 School News............................................... 20 Alumni Notes.............................................. 24 Exchanges................................................. 26 Athletics................................................. 27 Jokes and Cartoon 30 ADVERTISEMENTS PIERCE’S STUDIO SPECIAL RATES TO GRADUATES AND TEACHERS Adams Building, Quincy PHONE: QUINCY 2247-M Che national mount Ulollaston Bank Foy Stores ZLbe 3olben 1Rob Volume XXX December, 1919 No. 1 Published by the Pupils of QUINCY HIGH SCHOOL Address: The Golden-Rod, Quincy High School, Quincy, Mass. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF...................................HERBERT FITTON LITERARY EDITOR...................................IRENE SEVIGNY NEWS EDITOR.......................................EDWARD SHYNE ART EDITOR.......................................ALDO DELLA CHIESA ALUMNI EDITOR.....................................EDNA CAMPBELL EXCHANGE EDITOR...................................GLADYS JENKINS ATHLETIC EDITOR..............................................EDGAR LUNDIN JOKE EDITOR.......................................WILLIAM DEANE BUSINESS MANAGER..................................WILLIAM COUCH ASST. BUSINESS MGR........................................REGINALD HANSON EDITORIALS In these pages of the first issue, a cordial welcome is extended to the many old and new friends of The Golden-Rod. We are pleased to announce that we are well on our way to our “peace-time basis,” as there will be four fine issues of this magazine the coming school-year. Although the cost of printing shows no signs of returning to its “peace-time basis,” we arc looking forward to a glorious year of activity. To accomplish this, we earnestly solicit your co-operation in every way, especially in the way of literary efforts or suggestions. “Do not hide your light under a bushel!” Another football season has closed, in which Quincy High has been beset by many kinds of adversities. The first two games of the schedule were cancelled on short notice. Then, several of the star players, including Topham, Gould and Lea- vitt, were out of the game on account of studies or physical incapacitation. Also, some of the games were played with heavier teams, who in some cases were sur- prised, even to the extent of being defeated. In spite of these misfortunes, which tended to discourage our players, the team showed itself to be a plucky fighter. Much credit is due Coach Mitchell for instilling such wonderful spirit into our boys. As many of this year’s team are Juniors, we can all look forward to a very suc- cessful season next fall. At least, let us go after it! We have already finished one quarter of the school-year and are half-way through the second one, so that now we surely are on a working basis. We would remind those who have “flunked” subjects, that there is a considerable portion of the year left, and would exhort them to a little more diligent application. It seems to be an inherent idea of many students that the proper state of affairs is that in which one just “gets by.” To remedy this it is well to remember the little Latin 4 THE GOLDEN-ROD proverb. It is not for school, but for life, we learn.” To some of us this Alma Mater of ours is our last place of education. If we arc not going further into the realms of education, let us make the best of what remains to us. If we do intend to go to some higher institution, let us make this glorious school of ours a more solid stepping stone to that higher education. An element of school spirit also enters here. For. if we have the proper re- gard for our Benefactor, the High School, we would go out into Life so that our edu- cation would reflect on it; we would each and every one of us wish to be a living ex- ponent of our glorious Quincy High School. NOVEMBER 4. 1919. Of the days which Massachusetts has from year to year added to her history none will be more honorable, none more creditable, than November 4, 1919. There have been other dates famous alike for honor and credit in our history: November 11, 1620 (Old Style), the date of the signing of the Mayflower Compact; December 11th of the same year, when the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth; April 19, 1775, the day upon which the minute-men of Massachusetts fought, at Lexington and Con- cord, the first battles of the American Revolution; February 6, 1788, the date of the ratification, by the Massachusetts Convention, of the Constitution of the United States; April 19. 1861. when Massachusetts soldiers, rushing to the defence of the National Capitol, were attacked by a mob in Baltimore. These are but a few of our memorable days, days which will always be remembered from generation to generation as times in which Massachusetts showed where she stood and where she will stand at all times. And now to this glorious array we have another—not less price- less, not less worthy to be remembered—November 4, 1919, the day upon which the citizens of Massachusetts, through their votes, answered the challenge of those who claimed the right to debauch the state; flung down the gauntlet to those who would make this state a breeding place for the larvae of Bolshevism; and, by re-electing the Governor who, in the face of tremendous opposition and criticism, had taken his place squarely and courageously on the side of the right, proclaimed that in Mass- achusetts law and order shall forever prevail. —William II. Couch, ’20. Have you noticed how much more attractive, sunshiny, and pleasant some of the rooms have become since the teachers have turned their attention to floriculture? It is a natural instinct for people to love the beautiful, and high school pupils are not unusual in this respect. They, too, like the beautiful; they prefer a clean, bright room to work in far more than a dull, dingy room. Can’t everyone of us do our bit toward boosting this good work? —Doris Bisset. SENIORS! Do you realize what a privilege has been granted to us in the re- moval of the ban on dancing at senior social functions. This ban has been main- tained for several years, and now, through our Principal’s request to the School Committee, has been lifted. An excellent opportunity is herewith presented us to THE GOLDEN-ROD 5 show our school spirit by displaying such appreciation for this grant to the exercise of our personal liberties that Mr. Collins and the School Committee shall see what an excellent move they have made, instead of thinking they are dealing with un- gratefuls. Next year, probably, if the privilege is abused, it will be revoked, thus making the underclasses suffer for our shortcomings. Even if preceding classes were not considerate of their successors, let us show that we, at least, have the proper fore- sight and school spirit for ours. ROUTINE OF A SCHOOL DAY 7 A. M.—When Big Ben goes off, what a sleepy feeling you have. “It grows on you daily.” 7:30 A. M.—When you get the ham and eggs, “Your nose knows.” 8:15 A. M.—With no history done, “Ask Dad, he knows.” 2nd Period—And hard at Math., you have that common feeling—“As solid as our granite hills.” 3rd Period.—Another couple zeros. “There’s a reason.” 4th Period.—And some more of that German—“It’s great for the kiddies.” 11:15 A. M.—With grub on the third floor, “It’s 99 44-100 pure.” And the big line waiting for that macaroni—“It’s all in shreds.” 5th Period,—A test in English with a school pen. “It hasn’t scratched yet.” 6th Period.—A study period with all the boning and so forth. “It’s a great life if you don’t weaken.” —M.L.Abele, ’21. A CERTAIN INQUISITIVE SENIOR WONDERS: What makes Bennett so tall? Why F. Wilson can’t keep still? If Jenness talks in his sleep? What makes W. Couch so busy? What makes E. Hart so short? How Jackson recovered so quickly November 12? What makes E. Shyne so happy? What or who affects G. Jenkins that way? Why Young looks so sad? What makes Carter so quiet? Why J. Russell so often mismates his socks? Why Lundin is interested in French? If J. Lane is aspiring to be a poet? Why W. Middleton blushes in “Math”? What interests our girls in Room 32? Why our Literary Editor looks so sad before the publication of The Golden-Rod? Why Kennedy parts his hair in the middle? If Crowell likes to have his name mispronounced? What Freshmen think they don’t know? Where our school spirit has gone and if we’ll ever recover it? English, as written by a Freshman: “O king,” cried the messenger, “your flag flies from the market-place tower and you will soon be there.”—Ex. 6 THE GOLDEN-ROD THE TREMBLING HOUR It was after sunset that a car ran up to the gate of the old Dexter place, and stopped. A young man sprang quickly out of the whirring car. He carried a suit case and wore a light travelling coat. “Well, good night, Dick,” he cried cheerfully. “Ever so many thanks for the lift from Waterbury. It’s been a great run. hasn’t it?” “Not bad,” came the answer in less exuberant tones. “So long, old man.” The car sped away swiftly, almost noiselessly, after the manner of giant automobiles who can afford to be mild- mannered when they like, and the young man opened the gate of the house and went in. Inside with the fresh, aromatic odors about him and the pleasant murmur of wind-stirred trees in his ear, he paused a moment. How many times he had come there, just at dusk, greeted by this atmosphere of homelike, fragrant com- fort—as a little child coming home from school to spend the holidays with Aunt Kate, as a boy, as a man. What a funny indulgent smile the old house had, anyway; he remembered how it seemed to beam upon him in welcome, as he entered the gate. He walked up the gravel path slowly, obsessed with the notion that for the first time the house did not seem to smile and for the first time in his life he found the wind in the maples melancholy in- stead of soothing. He went up to the steps and knocked on the brass, knocked with something akin to a shiver. The door opened and an elderly woman in black waist and apron, with a stern wrinkled face and neatly banded iron- gray hair, confronted him with the some- what grim greeting to which he had be- come accustomed through twenty-five years. “How are you, Lisbeth?” he asked gayly, entering the hall and placing his suit-case on a settee. Jove, it’s good to be home again with the prospect of some more of your famous pancakes.” As Lisbeth vouchsafed no reply, the young man continued, “Aunt Kate isn’t here to see me?” “No, Mr. Harvy.” Something peculiar in the old woman’s tone caused Harvy to turn. “Lisbeth,” he gasped, “she’s not ill?” “No, not ill, Mr. Harvy.” “Then what has happened, Lisbeth?” “They took her away this afternoon, Mr. Harvy,” replied Lisbeth in her dry tones. “Lisbeth! Dead!” Harvy Dexter’s handsome face was stone-white in the dim lamplight and there was a look of unfeigned horror in his eyes. But Lisbeth was unmoved. She only asked, “You’re surprised, Mr. Harvy?” “Surprised! Good lord, yes! And yet when I entered the house I had a feeling that—that something was wrong.’ 'I dare say you did,” said Lisbeth in untranslatable tones. “What happened to her, Lisbeth?” “She was murdered!” “Murdered! Impossible! You must be mad.” “Not at all. She was stabbed in the back and when I found her, she was lying in a pool of blood with her face all twisted with fear and signs of a struggle.” “But there was no struggle,” cried Harvy. “How do you know?” asked Lisbeth. “Why I -I had a feeling there wasn’t.” “I see. Perhaps you would like some supper,” continued Lisbeth in a hard tone. Supper in the pleasant, homely din- ing-room was familiar and yet strange. The room with its prim curtains and THE GOLDEN-ROD 7 polished mahogany, the table with its beautiful old silver and china, the gaunt, black and white figure of Lisbeth stalking back and forth, these things were as familiar as his own face in the glass. The empty chair opposite him spoke of Aunt Kate and he had the fantastically gruesome fancy that he could still see her there in one of her rustling, gray silk dresses. His teeth chattered and he asked Lis- beth to bring the wine decanter. She did so without a word and he drank two glasses, hastily, chokingly, while the old serving woman stood by with an ex- pressionless face. “Is there no clew to the case?” he asked. “None except that she was murdered at midnight. The rain destroyed the footprints.” “Murdered at midnight?” “The doctors say so. She was stiff and the blood dry, and—” “I don’t want any details.” Harvy pushed his chair away from the table. As he entered the sitting-room he had the perfectly unreasonable impression that someone was following him. He turned angrily, but Lisbeth was cleaning the table in the same methodical manner as usual. He seated himself, reflecting the while that the house was now his, and he would be rich. He felt the desire for another glass of wine, and accordingly, he rose to get the decanter which was in the dining room. On his way he passed a large mirror which reflected a part of the hall. He glanced in it a moment and was startled to see a glimpse of a figure clad in gray silk vanish out of view. He laughed uneasily and then entered the dining-room. In the dark he could hear someone moving about stealthily. “That you, Lisbeth?” he asked. “Did you want me, Mr. Harvy!” Lisbeth's voice sounded from the sitting room. There was a third person in the house! Blindly Harvy siezed the decanter and rushed into the sitting-room. “I’m going to bed now, Mr. Harvy,” said Lisbeth, “will you need an extra lamp?” “No, I’m all right,” Harvy muttered. “Good night, then,” and Lisbeth mounted the stairs slowly. Again he fancied that he heard the rustle of silk, but he muttered to himself, “Lisbeth and I are alone in the house.” Then soft footsteps sounded. With a choked curse he seized the decanter and drank gulp after gulp of the wine. The glass fell to the floor, splintered, but he was past noticing that. He drank madly, insatiably, and paused only for breath. Yet the wine did not go to his head as he prayed it would. He remained cold, rigid, tense with this hideous presence of a Third. His whole body was wet with sweat, even his hair was damp. Setting down the decanter almost empty, he turned, but instantly recoiled from that almost invisible presence which seemed to be in his aunt’s rocking chair. His eyes fixed themselves upon her knitting needles, still left where she had last used them. He almost expected to see the things move in the grip of delicate old fingers adorned with rings, but he realized that the apparition must be na illusion of his over-wrought brain. As he looked at the ball of blue yarn he saw a curious discoloration on one side. He leaned forward, and then staggered back, weak and shaking. It was blood. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming down the hall and proceeding toward the dining-room but he dared not look through the open sitting-room to see who it was. s THE GOLDEN-ROD Then came that frightful silken whis- per and the equally terrible clink of silver. It had been Aunt Kate’s habit always to put the silver away. Harvy emptied the decanter and started toward the dining-room. The wine had spurred that despairing courage which is born of sheer terror. He was going to see Who or What was in the dining-room. But again he had to pass the mirror and again he saw something stir there. The sounds in the dining-room ceased. Then she had come in. She was in the room with him. He found himself staring fixedly at the mirror. His own figure confronted him, almost unrecog- nizable. His eyes were wild and blood- shot, his hair clung damply to his fore- head, his face was ghastly with the ghastliness of a man who has looked on worse than death. In his hand he still grasped uncon- sciously the heavy decanter. The smooth silver-like surface of the mirror held him like a magnet. His eyes were stuck to it, they would not stir. He had never heard of auto-hypno- tism, else he might have made even more determined efforts to get away from that terrible, polished morass of glass and quicksilver. As it was, he struggled madly like a trapped bird. But he could not get away. The mon- strous thing was there. He was help- less before it, as a moth before light. He could no longer stand but clung to the backs of the chairs as he stared into that petrified pool in which the last segments of his soul seemed to move— move strangely. The shining surface made him ill and giddy but—for the time being it was the Alpha and Omega of existence. He stared at that dread- ful glittering expanse and fell on one knee. Was it true that anything could move in that? He could no longer see himself. It was something else that he waited to see, something else,—something else. Dimly, as tho from a very great dis- tance, he heard the clock strike twelve. Midnight! The hour at which his aunt had been murdered! Shuddering no longer, but icy cold, he looked steadily into the mirror. Now it would happen. Now he would see. And he saw! She was standing just behind him, the slim old figure with the white hair and the gray silk dress. There was a stain of red down one sleeve and the hair, usually primly neat, was loose. And the eyes! The reproach in the faded old eyes! He had never thought of this, anything but this. He was a weakling even in crime. He had detested the blood, he always detested pain. He had been thankful that she had died quickly. But she had come back. She would not stay quiet in the death he had dealt her. The eyes, the eyes—blind fury assailed him. He would shut those fearful eyes forever this time, he would not be haunted. He would not be tortured like this. The Thing must go for all time—those eyes! Madly he raised the heavy decanter and dashed it with all his strength against the mirror from which the eyes gazed at him. The glass crashed down, down about him in a brilliant, thunder- ous deadly cascade. He was badly cut but he felt no hurt. He laughed and shouted in triumph because he had murdered her phantom as he had mur- dered her. Then he crumpled up in an inert heap among the piles of splintered glass. “Thought it would work,” remarked the detective, bending over him. “He was a prime subject for such an experi- ment. You bore up wonderfully, Miss Dexter!” Kate Dexter, very white, was sitting THE GOLDEN-ROD in the rocking chair. She was trying to keep a tight grip on herself but her nerve was wavering. “I suppose it was right to do,” she faltered, “but it seemed so horrible.” “Also a bit horrible what he did, too, wasn’t it? Sneaked in here and tried to kill you to prevent you from making a new will which left him nothing and then didn’t even have the nerve to find out whether you were dead or not.” “Oh, but can’t you let him go now?” entreated Aunt Kate. A SLIGHT My grandfather is a fish merchant in Denmark, where it is customary for the men to deliver the fish at night, making their presence known by hollering through a speaking tube which extends from the ground to the second floor of the house. I clearly remember the incident which occurred eight years ago when I visited there. One night a man who had never delivered fish to my grandfather before, came and gave the usual signal, but without receiving any response. “Too late, ma’am,” responded the de- tective, “we’ve got to take him.” “I think not,” said the doctor coming forward quickly, “He has left your prov- ince and entered into mine!” He pointed to the crouching figure on the floor. Harvy was playing with the shining bits of broken glass and chuck- ling insanely to himself, “I’ve got rid of her. I’ve got rid of the Third in the House.” —Bradford Ropes, ’21. MISTAKE He shouted several times and so loudly that the policeman came and stood close by. He knew right off what the man wanted and notified my grand- father, who came at once. The man was very impatient and could not understand why my grandfather had paid no attention to his signal. “Well, my dear man,” said my grand- father, “you were hollering through the water spout.” —Esther Jensen, ’22. A SWEET GRASS BASKET “Mother, do you suppose my sweet grass basket will be sold at the fair?” Eunice questioned her mother in anx- ious tones. “Why, yes, dear, of course, it will. Now don’t worry, and try to put your best work into it,” replied her mother, “and leave the rest to be decided later.” Eunice continued her work with sweet grass, while a little frown was seen gathering on her forehead. There was going to be a fair for the benefit of the wounded soldiers who had returned from France. Everyone in the small town of Amason had been asked to give something to be sold at the fair. Eunice Parlow had been greatly worried when she was asked to donate something. Everything must be hand made and (she thought) she couldn’t do anything. Now Mildred Hayes could make the dearest gifts with beads. Helen Osgood was simply wonderful when it came to painting different gifts and Dolly Talbot could surpass anybody in Amason with her perfectly adorable tatting. These things Eunice had dolefully told her mother. But her mother sternly re- proved her. “Eunice, you may be only a beginner at making baskets but you do neat work. Now don’t mope around but pick out a pattern and start working.” Now the basket was almost finished, Eunice had her doubts about it, but her mother eyed the neat work with appro- val. 10 THE GOLDEN-ROD “Now,” said her mother in a business like tone, “run down town and buy some materials for making some of your dainty- bon-bons that your brothers think so wonderful. They will give your basket a nice finishing touch.” “Why, you dear schemer, I never thought of that,” and Eunice’s voice brightened to a much higher degree than it had for days. Why, if she made bon-bons they would be hand made and as her basket was the shape of a bon-bon glass basket, it would be quite pretty' after all, she reflected. Fair day, she awoke with a queer feeling, she could almost picture Dolly’s tatting and Mildred’s gifts selling as fast as anything and her basket—a lump rose in her throat—her basket on the counter all alone passed over by people hunting for pretty' things. She dressed in a simple white dress with a tiny Jack rose tucked in her waist, matching the high color in her cheeks. “You look dainty',” her mother said, and Eunice knew that her mother ap- proved her choice of dress. When she arrived at the fair grounds she went over to a stall where her other friends were. They were dressed in silks and laces, and Eunice’s face turned a darker pink as she glanced out of the corner of her eye at her simple white dress. As the hours passed, a great many people came to the fair, among them many' heroes of the war. What was that they were calling? Eunice strained her ears to listen. Auc- tion, what? She hadn’t heard anything about an auction. Moving forward she discovered a row of articles on a high stand in front of the crowd. “With the owners’ permission,” a man was talking loudly, “we will auc- tion off these articles, selected from many. Will the owners please step for- ward and stand with their articles as I call their names?” “Mildred Hay'es,” the man called. “I thought so,” murmured Eunice. “Helen Osgood,” the man repeated. Eunice repeated what she had just said. “Eunice Parlow,” the speaker called in what seemed a louder tone than usual. Eunice, dazed, stood still, until a friend tapped her on the shoulder telling her to go up to the stand. Finally she walked slowly through the crowd. She stood (as she later told her moth- er) very quietly, mechanically holding her basket. Why' should her basket be chosen out of the hundreds of gifts? she asked herself. Only five articles had been chosen. She could hear the auctioning off of the other articles, but she did not fully awaken until she found she was standing on the platform alone. “Eunice Parlow’s basket! Quick! The highest bidder gets it. Bon-bons, deli- cious!” the auctioneer ran on inco- herently'. And as if to prove the fact that the bon-bons were delicious, he chose a small candy and bit off a piece, putting it into his mouth and tossing the rest to the crowd. “Five dollars,” a voice called out. “Ten dollars,” replied another. Eunice could only recall the fact that she was on the platform, and could hear enormous numbers being called out. “Fifty,” sung out a melodious voice, after forty'-eight had been called out. After four minutes waiting, the auc- tioneer said, “Fifty gets it, please come forward.” A young soldier stepped forward. Eunice found her voice and with a bright smile handed her basket to him and said, “Thank y'ou.” After this Eunice fled home to her mother, who was going to the fair in the evening. “Mother, I have done my share,” she exclaimed in an excited voice, and then and there she related the whole affair to her mother. THE GOLDEN-ROI) 11 Like all mothers, Eunice’s did not give herself any credit, but Eunice knew to whom the credit belonged and told her mother so. “Run along, you foolish child, and her mother gave a little laugh. Attending the fair at night with her mother, Eunice felt a tap upon her shoulder. “May I please speak to you for a few minutes?” a boyish voice inquired. Eunice was face to face with the soldier who had bought her basket. Eunice, looking at her mother, saw ap- proval in the woman’s eyes as she looked into the steely blue eyes of the young soldier. “Certainly,” she heard herself saying, as she followed the young soldier through the crowd, leaving her mother talking to a friendly neighbor. When they reached a bench under some Japanese lanterns, they were out of breath; the crowd had gathered, so one could not make one’s way through the crowd without pushing. “Here at last,” they said, and for one hour they talked as if they had known each other for years. When they started to walk again, many people met Eunice and congratulated her on the success of her sweet grass basket, meanwhile look- ing with raised eyebrows at the boyish looking soldier at her side, almost always with approval. When home at night (a certain person had escorted her home!) she said to her mother, “How I love that sweet grass basket, but I can’t imagine why it sold for such a price.” Her mother smiled wisely as she thought it wasn’t the sweet grass basket that made the people bid so high, but the girl with flushed face, and simple dress, with a Jack rose in her waist. —Winifred C. Barnes, ’22. ON GETTING AN EDUCATION Because Bill Jones wanted to leave school he made up the audience at the following lecture delivered by his father. With a shake of his head and a frown, the troubled old man began. “Now listen to reason, my boy. If a man is really to succeed in life he must sooner or later acquire an education. Therefore a good education, with aver- age intelligence, is the best asset with which you can start life. “Have you ever tried to break into a ticket line at a theater? Yes? Then you know that ninety-nine times out of a hundred you have to go back and take your turn or else go without your ticket. So it is in the line of life. If you at- tempt to break in by going to work young and without an education you will soon sadly realize that you must be at least fairly well educated if you are to succeed at all. Then, unless you are content with being a failure, you will be obliged to go to the end of the line and start right. .Some people say it’s better late than never but in this case it’s better never late, for tardiness may mean the loss of success and happiness. “So, now, my son, think it over and drop the idea that you are going to school because you are compelled to. Just reason with yourself that the battle of life is half won if started right, and that is with an education. Bill had forgotten his worthless argu- ment and could only say, “You are right, Dad.” “Well then,” said his father with final emphasis, “don’t throw away your share of success by refusing to accept an educa- tion.” —John Mitchell, ’21. 12 THE GOLDEN-ROD AN UNUSUAL WASH “There now,” said Mrs. Peters, as she set the small white basket down on the back porch steps and tucked the last soft blanket around Jack Jr., “you just go to sleep and don’t let me hear anything more from you for an hour, at least.” Whereupon Mrs. Peters, with a farewell glance at little Jack, returned to the kitchen and her ironing. Jack Jr. was the pride of young Mrs. Peters’ life, and well he might be, for in spite of his very smooth head and some- what doubtful complexion, he was a promising little chap. Even at the un- inspiring age of two and one half months he had developed an unmistakable talent in vocal expression, much to the dis- tress of his neighbors. Mrs. Peters smiled over her ironing and thought of Jack. Dear little Jack. She could scarcely wait until he should reach the dignity of rompers and mocca- sins. In the meantime a very tired laundry man jumped into his team and drove down a street some distance from Mrs. Peters’ home. At last his work was done! But no, there was another number on his route. He glanced at his card and read, “219 Washburn Terrace, call on Thursdays.” “Oh well,” he groaned, “ ’spose I must make the best of it,” and he started off impatiently in the direction of Washburn Terrace. Even a laundry man has his off days once in a while. Why shouldn’t he? Whoa!—the horse stopped before the small white house, No. 219 Washburn Terrace. The laundry man, Mr. Jack Doyle, strode up the walk, and, as his eyes rested on the basket, he looked a little surprised. “Hmm,” he mused, “she must be a newly-wed! Those clothes look rather too clean to be washed. Never mind, here goes!” He tossed the light straw basket into the back of the team and was off. When he had been driving about a quarter of an hour, his reveries were suddenly disturbed by a very peculiar sound. He listened—the sound grew more distinct. He drove into a side street, stopped the horse, and got out. Then the sound increased to a loud wail. “Well, I’ll be jiggered!” he exclaimed, still perplexed, and climbing back into the team, he drove very slowly to the laundry where a man was waiting to help him unload. Back on Washburn Terrace, a very frantic mother was running down the street. Several of her neighbors were trailing after her, all searching in vain for poor, precious, little Jack. Finally, as Doyle took off one of the baskets and found that the sound was issuing from that basket, the truth dawned upon him! He hastily put it into the wagon and drove off, leaving poor Payton, who was helping him, star- ing wonderingly after the cloud of dust. After the worst twenty minutes he had ever experienced, he arrived at Washburn Terrace where he returned Jack Jr. to his distracted mother who resented the fact that her baby, wrapped in his fluffy blankets, had been mistaken for the family washing.—Helen Handy, ’22. NEVER SAY DIE At last the day of the championship right of having the championship banner game dawns clear and crisp. Castlcton on the walls of their assembly hall. At High is to play Fairhaven High for the two o’clock the crowd starts to gather THE GOLDEN-ROD 13 and at two-thirty the grandstands are filled with enthusiastic spectators. Cheers ring out from all sides and ban- ners are waved as the teams take their places for the kick-off. After a few min- utes of waiting, a whistle is blown, then “thud” as a foot kicks the ball, and the game is on. The two teams are evenly matched and they battle back and forth for the first half without either side scoring. Apparently there is no difference be- tween them. The second half begins with Castleton kicking off to Fairhaven. After a series of rushes they take the ball to the middle of the field. It being fourth down and five yards to make, the Fairhaven quarter-back calls for a kick formation and the Castleton captain stations his men in position to receive the kick. But instead of kicking, a forward pass is thrown to the right end, and the Castleton team being taken unawares, he has no trouble in making a touchdown. The try at the goal fails and the score now stands six to nothing in Fairhaven’s favor. Instead of giving up, the Castleton team fights all the harder, but in spite of this they find themselves with two minutes to play, defending their goal. If they are to win, something must be done and that right quickly. Once more the Fairhaven quarter- back calls for a kick formation but in- stead of kicking, passes. This time Castleton is not fooled and their full- back, leaping high in the air, intercepts the pass. With the quarter-back for interference he runs the length of the field for a touchdown and just crosses the goal line as the whistle blows. The score is now a tie. If Castleton kicks the goal the game is theirs. A hush falls on the crowd. To be or not to be, that is the question. The whistle blows, the ball is kicked, and, hitting the post just glances inside. Then an uproar breaks loose. The crowd rushes on the field, seizes the players, and carries them to the locker room on their shoulders. There the game is talked over from be- ginning to end. If you should ever happen to visit Castleton High, have some one show you the banner which now hangs in the assembly hall. After looking at it, glance below it and you will see a neatly printed placard with these three words on it, “Never say die.” —Lawrence Leavitt, ’21. A COUNTRY LETTER FROM A COUNTRY FELLER! “By Tommy'’ ( With an apology to Dear Mable.) Dear Helen: Seeing as I haven’t nothing to do to- nite I thought I might as well write to you. How are you anyway Helen? We are all well down hear on the farm except Sophie, she ate a bushel of apples we had in the barn and they made her sick. (You remember Sophie don’t you Helen, she’s our pet cow.) Aunt Matilda was out from the country to see us last Wednesday, she brought me a pair of knitted socks. I put them on and do you know they nearly tickled me to death, so I gave them to Pa. I went to Sy Brown’s phewnerel the other day and one of the chief morners didn’t show up so they let me ride in the first hack. I enjoyed the ride imensh. They berried him up at Watermouth semitery. The folks down hear are all turning out to a huskin bee up at Andys tonite. I was goin but when I was chasin the cows today I fell in the brook so I’m not dry yet. There’s a regular moving picture theatre hear now same as those in Bos- 14 THE GOLDEN-ROD ton. Some dude came hear and open it up in Clancy’s Opera House over Paint’s Store. I went their last weak. They had Alexander Bismark in “Smart Aleck” and John Bunny in “Jerry Mira.” There was a terrible crowd their. I counted twenty-seven. The show went on fine until somethin happened to the piano player. She was chewing gum and got some stuck on her fingers and her fingers got stuck on the piano. We thought she was sick or somethin so tel- ephoned for “Miram” the Undertaker (you know lie’s the town doctor also). But before he come the janitor went down with a chizel and scraped the gum off the keys so she started to play again. The rest of the pictures were swell. Our plimoth Rock hen laid three eggs last weak. Thats pretty good isn’t it Helen? Jim and I went fishin the other day and caught two rabbits on the way home. Jake Skinners henhouse burnt down this morning. We had the town pumping apparatus out but the hose was clodded up and it wouldn’t work. It didn’t make much difference anway because the brook was dry. Mary Burns was married to a feller from Yonkers the other night. They served doughnuts and sider. I read about the Boston Police Strike in the Smithy (our paper.) Those fellers want to much. Why I be a cop just to wear the uniform. Uncle Dudley opened a dry goods store last month, he’s sellin meat and groceries and most anything. There was a burglar at Weatherspoon’s Monday night and he took all the nives and spoons but we found them near the orchid. So I guess that he thought they weren’t worth luggin any farther. You know I’ve told you all the news except what I forgot so I guess I close cause I’ve two cows to milk and three chickens to kill in the mornin. I am, as I alwavs was, crazy over you! ARCH IK. —John T. Lane, ’21. A MIDNIGHT ESCAPADE At twelve o’clock I hie away, A worn out, weary guest, To lose my cares as e’er I may In calm and quiet rest. The light is out, the window high; I jump into my bed, And with a deep and settled sigh, I drop my tired head. But lo! upon my peaceful ear A hideous shriek there falls That fills my heart with awful fear, And mocks the coyotes’ calls. “A woman in distress!” I cry, And, quickly springing out, I hurry forth, prepared to die Or put the crook to rout. The moon is shining clear above, And to my dimmed sight Shows plainly on the ground, a glove As black as blackest night. I snatch it from the barren earth And scrutinize it o’er, When sudden comes such fiendish mirth, I’m frozen to the core. I gaze about with nerves alert, And in the yard behold A mass of black and flying dirt,— The scene of crime so bold. I hasten to the fatal spot And clutching, feel a scratch That’s deep and keen and very hot,— And find out—’tis the cats! And though in dire, profound chagrin I softly tiptoe back, I’m glad I silenced such a din Without a single whack. —Dorothy Cole, '20. THE GOLDEN-ROD lo Essays Modeled after Addison (Anyone desiring to see original copy may find it in Room 8.) EDUCATION OF THE MODERN GIRL {From the Daily Observer) Some months ago as I was walking down Hancock Street, one of the main streets of Quincy, Massachusetts, I chanced to meet a student of the Quincy High School. Being much interested in the education of the modern girl, I chatted with her for a few moments. Indeed, the height of learning reached by this young lady was amazing. She in- formed me that she liked to go to this school but they made her study awfully hard. She said she only had a chance to go to the “movies” two or three times a week. Her range in reading was wide. Her favorite authors were Robert W. Chambers, Arthur B. Reeves, Ralph Henry Barbour, Zane Gray and Gene Stratton Porter, who, she declared, wrote “swell” books. She had also read two of Shakespeare’s plays and three of the Nine Orations of Cicero. From all this I gathered the idea that her education had been along very varied lines. As she has had such a very wide range of reading it has given her a particular way of thinking, so even her dress, speech and manners arc affected by it. —Gladys Fletcher, ’21. ADVERTISEMENTS Powdered Wigs at Cranby’s Shop. Ye Old Corner Book Shop. Books on sale today at low prices. Crawfords Coffee House. Take a mug of ale and a bit of cheese and be merry.—Mary Townsend, ’21. Lost! A man’s shoe, with high heel, large silver buckle and size, y2 inside. Finder please bring to 71 Tory St. Re- ward. Buy your “Night Owl” early; avoid the rush. Thank ye. —Esther Campbell, ’21. THE CLUB (From The Taller) The first member of the Bachelors’ Club is Mr. Rocks, a venerable old man, known throughout the country as a profiteer. He made his money buying sugar at seven cents a pound and selling it at eleven cents a pound. He is a bachelor because he cannot help him- self, not through any fear on his part of the bonds of marriage. Another member is Mr. Oil, who dur- ing the war was famous for his marvelous ability in giving a pint of gasolene short in every gallon. In this way this man became rich and powerful in the world of business. He has never tried mar- riage because he thinks it is too expensive a proposition for a multi-millionaire. The third member is an army man, his father having gotten him a commission through his “pull” at headquarters. This poor fellow went across the Potomac to Washington and was stationed in the Ordnance Department. There he slaved like a beast for two hours a day, signing checks and looking out of the window at the Yeomen (F) in the street. He never married because he thought it would take away from his glory as a hero of the great war. The last member of the club is a post named Archibald A. Anderson. The poet has all his work published, since he owns a magazine. He did not enlist be- cause he thought the service uniform un- becoming to him, and, since he weighs nearly three hundred pounds, this is not to be wondered at. He is a bachelor because his poetic soul has never felt a longing for a mate. There are a few other members but I have selected these as the most virtuous and the best examples to be shown the public. —John Laverty, ’21. 16 THE GOLDEN ROD THE PRODIGAL SON Heedless of the fierce storm that raged without, the aged couple gazed into the fire before them. They were dreaming of one who, since his departure a few years previous, had been the subject of many an earnest and heart-felt prayer. In fact, since John Harvey’s birth, his parents had prayed constantly for his welfare. Tonight, as they sat there, each wondered if God would answer their prayers; and each wondered if their prayers were too late. The sweet-faced old lady broke the silence. “Father,” she murmured feebly, “somehow or other I feel that John is very near me tonight. I—I really think he is on his way home.” “Tut-tut!” replied the old man assum- ing a very harsh tone of voice. “He seems near to you because it was just such a night as this when be bade us good-bye. Then he continued bitterly, “We ought to be proud of our grateful boy. Think of the way he treated us after the many years we skimped and saved in order that he might go to college. Most likely he’s serving a time in jail and therefore is ashamed to write us.” “Father!” cried his wife, and she stared at him with tearful eyes. The expression of pain that passed over her countenance caused the old man to repent his rash statements. “Father,” she repeated, “you don’t mean what you say. Deep down in your heart you know there is still a chance for our boy to make good in the world. You know that some day he will come home to us, and—” Unable to continue she broke into sobs. “Mother, my dear, brave comrade! I wouldn’t be able to bear the loss of our boy if it wasn’t for you.” “Let’s continue to hope and pray,” she whispered. “John did what most country boys do when they reach the crowded, pleasure-loving city.” For the first time during the evening the two realized what a bitter, stormy night it was. Terrific storms were com- mon in the north-central part of Maine, but tonight the wind seemed unusually fierce as it howled and whistled through the evergreens, now covered with snow. “Father, what was that noise?” sud- denly gasped the old lady. “Why, Mother, I do believe you’re hearing things. It’s nothing but the wind.” “I was just thinking how awful it would be if John should attempt to come home in this storm. No one could ever come through it alive.—We are getting old, Father. We have but a short space of this life left and oh!—I could not die without seeing my boy, or at least without the assurance that I was to meet him later.” “There’s no use, my dear, if he is spending his time gambling and drinking as Farmer Nathan’s son said he was doing two years ago.” “Listen! There! I knew I heard something at the door. Hurry! I know it’s John.” The old farmer opened the door and a young man covered with snow tumbled into the kitchen. The two bent forms welcomed the stranger. Their eyes dim with age did not recognize him. “John, is it you?” cried the mother eagerly. “Ye-es,” stammered the young man and he fell prostrate to the floor. Two pairs of hands worked over the boy, but alas!—he did not regain con- sciousness. In the middle of the night the tired old man fell asleep, but the faithful, gray-haired mother watched the sleeping form through the long, quiet hours. While her husband slept John Harvey’s mother made a discovery! A burden was lifted from her heart, and the tears she shed were tears of joy. THE GOLDEN-ROD 17 Just as dawn was breaking the young man went Home. The sorrow-stricken old father was puzzled by the new light that brightened his wife’s careworn face. She answered his look of inquiry by handing him a crumpled letter. He read: “Dear Father and Mother:— When you receive this letter I will be in Heaven. I went astray but He has forgiven me and is taking me Home. I came to France with the other boys, and God knows how hard I fought to make up for the wasted years of my life. I am going quickly but I will meet you in Heaven. With love, Your son, John. P. S. Capt. John Lane, my pal, is bringing you this letter and also my medals. John.’’ —Margaret Johnson, ’20. It’s the little things that count. Let us cleanse them for you. Satin and Kid Slippers Gloves Boudoir Caps Spats Fancy Collars Ties Furs Scarfs Feather Boas Ostrich Feathers Shawls Fancy Pillow Tops “IN FACT—MOST EVERYTHING” WARS HAW’S CLEANSERS AND DYERS Founded 1892 QUINCY MILTON 1503 HANCOCK ST. PIERCE SQUARE E. MILTON PLANT AND OFFICE PROJECTA ROAD Call Quincy 2873-We’ll Call Teacher: (To a 1923 who has just come in late) “Where do you come from?” 1923: “From Scotland, sir.” Mr. Nickerson: (to a freshman in Ancient History) “Why were the Spartan youths trained for a military life?” Ignorant Freshman: “So that when they went into the front line trenches they would be good soldiers.” Parris: (conducting an English recitation and discussing the use of the dash in Washington’s Farewell Address). “Has any one seen this punctuation used before? No one has. I haven’t.” (From the steam pipes, you know) Bang! Crash! Biff! Slam! Besse: “Mr. Hart is practising for the High School orchestra.” Mr. Roache: “When was New York settled?” A low voice from the rear of class: “July first.” Mr. Thomas: (speaking of solutions) “I can see ‘French’ through this solu- tion.” Mr. Blanchard: “Tomorrow is always the next day.” Why, so it is. IS THE GOLDEN-ROD JUST ONE NIGHT The phone shrilled insistently, as Bob, dusty and by no means good humored, crawled from beneath the chiffonier where he was searching for a refractory- collar button, and grabbed the receiver. Hello, Bob.” came the voice of his author friend, Ralph Lee. “Say, I’m awfully sorry, old man, but I’ve got to leave for Washington on the 5:30, so of course—” “Ye Gods, man,” groaned Bob, “what about that darned house partyr?” Sorry-, but it’ll be impossible, Bob. Well, so long, old chap. I’ve got just half an hour to pack and make my train. Good Luck!” “Good Luck! Holy Smoke, I’m in a nice fix. Here I’ve been bragging about Ralph for the last month (wonderful fellow, do anything for me, etc.) and Mother has this reception to introduce him to her friends, and Sis especially.” Suddenly', a brilliant idea struck the frenzied Bob. Why not get someone to impersonate Ralph? Neither his moth- er, sister or guests, had ever seen the young author. Ralph was in town only- on business as he was a resident of old Virginia. But now came the question, whom should he get? Bob paced the room several times and then halted before one of the windows and stood staring moodily at the line of waiting taxis. Suddenly, across the street, a large red car drew up to the curb and a fur-coated young man leaped out and entered the store hurriedly . Bob seized his coat and dashed madly' down the stairs and across the street. The man was just emerging from the store and jumped nervously as Bob laid a de- taining hand on his arm. Say,” he said to the chauffeur, what’s y'our time worth for tonight?” “I’ve got no time to------” the other began gruffly, but Bob interrupted breathlessly. Listen, I’ll give you fifty dollars if you’ll help me out of a scrape. Fifty dollars,” he added coaxingly, “just for one night.” The other regarded him intently for a moment, and then, “I’m on, boss,” came the crafty reply'. For the next two hours Bob drilled the chauffeur in the art of intelligent con- versation and endeavored to teach him some of Ralph’s characteristics. The lights of Larchmont, Bob’s Long Island home, were gleaming, as the red car sped up the drive and came to a sharp stop under the porte-cochere. The chauffeur for some reason had in- sisted on using the red car for the journey-. Although Bob’s heart was in his mouth the evening passed without a mishap. His mother and guests were delighted with the false author, but his sister, Catherine, was silent and preoccupied during the evening, and about eleven o’clock she pleaded a headache and re- tired. The next morning, Bob, pacing the library waiting for breakfast, happened to pick up a paper of the evening before. There above the words Auto Thief!” was the picture of his chauffeur! Then followed a description of the red car. At the same instant, Bob’s mother rushed into the room. “Oh, Bob,” she wailed, read this.” Bob took the slip of notepaper and finally' his dazed brain made out the words: Dear Mother and Bob— When y'ou get this, Ralph and I will be happily' married. Wish us luck. Catherine.” Heavens! She—she’s married a thief!” “A—a what?” gasped his mother. Do you mean to tell me, Bob Daley', that he wasn’t Ral—” THE GOLDEN-ROD 10 '‘Don’t rub it in, please mother. It was my fault, I know.” Then proceeded a somewhat incoherent explanation to his hysterical mother. Finally, Bob left his mother sobbing and rushed up to his erstwhile guest’s room. It was empty, sure enough, but (he bed had been slept in and Catherine must have left the evening before as her room was untouched. Where— The doorbell shrilled and Bob rushed downstairs nearly knocking the sur- prised butler off his feet, and grabbed the letter. “Dearest Bob: You certainly deserved every bit of THE During the war interest was centered upon the building of the submarine and its work. Previous to the United States’ entry into the war, work was started at the Fore River upon a new type of sub- marine. The third and last of this series has just been completed. It is the lar- gest fighting submarine in the world, having a length of two hundred and ninety-seven feet over all. For use in warfare it has four torpedo tubes at the bow. Four Diesel oil-burning, internal combustion engines, each developing one thousand horsepower, furnish power to drive the boat on the surface, and two the scare you got. Ralph, the real Ralph, and I are on our honeymoon. You see I met him over a year ago while at school in Virginia and we have been secretly engaged ever since. Ralph missed his train to Washington and so came on here to the reception, not expecting to find an impostor here with his stolen car. It’s up to you to explain to the guests, Bob, and have that chauffeur arrested, if he hasn’t already gone. We’ve got the car. Love to mother and yourself, although you don’t deserve it. Your loving sister, Mrs. Ralph Lee.” —Marie Anderson, ’20. AA-3 huge electric motors serve to propel it under water. It differs from other sub- marines, having two hulls, an inner and an outer hull. This arrangement per- mits greater depth running, for, by filling the space between the hulls with water, on submerging, the submarine is enabled to withstand greater pressure from without, and is automatically pro- vided with ballast tanks. Some persons believe that the famous submarine, the Deutschland, is the lar- gest in the world, but it may be inter- esting to know that the AA3 is seven inches longer.—Joseph Messier, ’20. Miss Howes: (coaching the candidates for the “Glee Club”) “Now stand up straight, throw your weight on the balls of your feet, and be prepared for anything that come up.” History Teacher: “The Greeks aren’t very civilized now.” Bright Student: “No but they ‘shine’ when they get to the United States.” Miss FitzGerald: “Jenkins, if I was to ask you in German to go for a walk tonight, what would you say?” Jenkins: (after deeply considering, smiles and says) “Why, I should say ‘ja.’ ” We wonder who kissed Larry Leavitt on the neck. (Boyle’s Law?) Teacher: “Is the moon an economic good?” Pupil: (who should have been studying) “That depends on who the girl is.” 20 THE GOLDEN-ROD School News DEBATING SOCIETY On September 18, the Debating Society met in Room 8. The officers for the first half of the year are: President—Edward Shyne. Vice-President—-William Couch. Secretary—Edgar Lundin. Treasurer—William Jenness. Several applicants for membership were voted into the club. It was decided to form six teams to debate at the regular meetings. The dues for the coming year were reduced from ten to five cents a month. Owing to the exceedingly wealthy condition of the club, this reduction is possible. A very enlightening extemporan- eous debate on the Boston police question followed. The meeting adjourned at 8:45. A regular meeting of the Debating Society was held October 2nd in Room 8. A schedule of debates for the season was presented and approved. The question for the evening was: Resolved, that the United States Senate should accept the Peace Treaty. Eastman, Russell and Fitton presented the affirmative; Holden and Jenness the negative. The arguments were clearly put forth by both sides, but the decision was in favor of the negative, with Jenness as best speaker. The meeting adjourned at 9:25. At the October 16th meeting of the Debating Society, the President read a letter from the Cambridge Latin Debating Society challenging Quincy to a debate. It was decided to accept the challenge. Mr. Barr and Hoi teen were chosen to serve as the Quincy committee on arrangements. The question debated at this meeting was: Resolved, that the United States establish a Department of Aviation. Miller, Deane, and Shyne upheld the affirmative, with Holteen, Mendel, and Lundin as opponents. The decision favored the negative, with Lundin as best speaker. It was decided that all members wishing to play basket-ball after the meeting, may do so, providing they wear sneakers. The meeting adjourned at 9:15. A special meeting of the Society was held on November 20. The chairman an- nounced that arrangements had been made with the Cambridge Debating Society for a dual debate on November 24. The teams chosen were as follows: AFFIRMATIVE {at Cambridge)—Lundin, Deane, Shyne, Jenness {alternate), Lundin {rebuttal). NEGATIVE {at Quincy)—Holteen, Couch, Holden, Abele {alternate), Holteen {rebuttal). Fitton was chosen business manager of the debate. The meeting adjourned at 1:30. The joint debate between Quincy and Cambridge was held on November 24. The question under discussion was, Resolved that the United States should have a compulsory system of universal training, providing six months training for two years, beginning at 18, and thirty days training for three years. At Quincy, the speakers were:— AFFIRMATIVE—Goodwin, Lawrence, Rowe, Duchin {alternate), Goodwin {rebuttal). NEGATIVE—Holteen, Couch, Holden, Abele {alternate) Holteen {rebuttal). Quincy won the debate through arguments so well presented that there was no THE GOLDEN-ROD 21 doubt as to the result. The one redeeming feature of the Cambridge team was Harry Goodwin, who was awarded “best speaker.” At Cambridge the debate was given by: AFFIRMATIVE—Lundin, Deane, Shyne, Jenness {alternate), Lungin {rebuttal). NEGATIVE—McLoughlin, Sievers, Johnson, Smith {alternate), McLoughlin {rebuttal). Here also the negative won the debate by a very close margin. The Cambridge team depended upon McLoughlin to win. He succeeded by a very well prepared speech and a wonderful delivery. The Debating Society cannot express its thanks and indebtedness to Mr. Barr for spending so much of his valuable time in preparing its members for the dual de- bate with Cambridge Latin. The club sincerely hopes that he realizes its deep ap- preciation of his work and realizes that it will not readily forget the sacrifices he must have made and the work he has undergone to have Quincy make a favorable showing against a much larger school, a school where debating is taken up as a sep- arate study. —William Deane. THALIA CLUB The Thalia Club convened for the first time this season on October 15th. Fifteen members of the Junior Class were admitted to the Club. With Miss Jenkins as chairman, the following officers were elected for the school year: President—Edna Campbell. Vice-President—Bertha Wight. Secretary—Gladys Jenkins. Treasurer—Marjorie Owens. Miss Campbell assumed the duties of her office at once by taking the chair. Interesting talks were given by Mr. Collins and Miss Howe on “How the Club could improve itself and the School.” The meeting adjourned after light refreshments had been served. On October 28, the Thalia Club met in the Hall to enjoy a Hallowe’en party. Thrilling ghost stories were well given by Miss Campbell. A fortune teller imported from Room 2, somehow resembling Miss Giles, opened the future to all present. Many exciting games were played throughout the afternoon. Refreshments in enormous quantities were consumed. A happy crowd left the building at five o’clock. GLEE CLUB Thirty of our best vocalists have again gathered under the direction of Miss Howes. With Miss Tuthill as pianist and Miss Howes as leader, the Club is fast reaching even higher standards than in previous years. ORCHESTRA Miss Howes has also formed the High School orchestra again. The members are: PIANO—Muriel O’Neill ’22. 1st VIOLINS—Floris Wilson ’20, Edwin Day ’21, Maurice Goldner ’21, Arthur Mendel ’21, Allan Mullen ’22, Gadalia Paris ’20, Ardella Richardson, ’20 Parker Whittam ’23. 22 THE GOLDEN-ROD 2nd VIOLINS—Mary Di Bona '22, Irene Fleming ’20, John Wilson ’22. CELLOS—Esther Adams ’22. Alma Scott ’22. CORNETS—Eva Jones ’22, Fred Syvanen ’20. TROMBONES—Arthur Eastman ’20, Joseph IJppling ’21. CLARINETS—Perley Stevens ’22. Fred Syvanen ’20. DRUMS—Harold Severance ’22. ASSEMBLIES One Monday in October, Mr. Collins asked the Seniors to remain after the other classes had passed and at this time informed us that, by his request, the ban on dancing at school socials had been removed by the School Committee. To pre- vent any misuse of this privilege, however, the permission of the Principal must be obtained before any dancing can take place. His rule governing this matter will be that at all such affairs some amusement must be prepared for those who do not dance. On November 16, Mr. Bentley Ball, a representative of the Columbia Grafonola Company, gave a very interesting and illustrative talk on Folk Songs. Among his songs were examples of Cowboy, Pioneer, and Negro songs. Of these, the one per- haps most enthusiastically received was Jesse James. Much to the disappointment of the pupils, lack of time forced him to cut short his talk. At the Monday morning assembly on November 24 an interesting musical pro- gram, prepared by Miss Howes, was carried out. The Orchestra, arranged in a semi- circle on the stage, gave a very good selection. Community singing by all present followed under the direction of Miss Howes. Miss Tuthill kindly assisted at the piano. After many songs were sung the program closed with a second selection by the orchestra. SENIOR CLASS On October 8, the Senior Class met in the Hall and elected the following com- mittee to provide entertainment for the regular Monday morning exercises of the school. Edna Campbell, William Deane, Anita Montosi, Gladys Jenkins, Edgar Horton. The following committee was chosen tocomplcte the Honor Roll’’ of theschool: Elizabeth Mitchell, Helen Pearson. Yvonne Landry, Adolph Johnson, Arnold Haskell. At the meeting on October 22nd, the class voted for The Golden-Rod Staff with the following results: Editor-in-Chief................Herbert Fitton Business Manager...............William Couch News Editor....................Edward Shyne Literary FLditor...............Irene Sevigny Alumni Editor..................Edna Campbell Exchange Editor................Gladys Jenkins Athletic Editor................Edgar Lundin Joke Editor....................William Deane Art Editor.....................Aldo Della Chiesa From the Junior Class, Reginald Hanson has been chosen as Assistant Business Manager. THE GOLDEN-ROD •2:1 THE SCHOOL LIBRARY Students of Quincy High, do you realize that there is an excellent library in your school? I think that some of you forget you have this library, which is located in Room 13. Co into this quiet, orderly, and attractive room, and you will find many well chosen books and some of the best periodicals. Over two hundred new books have been ordered. Go in and browse around. If you have a subject to look up, you may feel quite sure you can find it here. If you cannot find the information you desire, consult the librarian. You will find that both Miss Coulman and Miss Vaughn are willing and eager to help you. They are continuing the good work which Miss Bates began and have succeeded in making the library a valuable feature of the school. Show them that you appreciate their efforts by frequenting Room 13. Ruth Cold-well, ’20. “OH LORD, WHAT FOOI-S THESE MORTALS BE” Although “there is no fool like an old fool” it is quite possible, indeed quite common, for a “young fool” to surpass an “elder fool” in nonsensical freaks. On Wednesday, November 12, 1919, the seniors of Q. H. S., thinking that the school needed a bit of adornment and of lustre to relieve the dullness of its spacious halls, decided to decorate it by hanging flashy and loud-sounding colors upon their graceful frames. Indeed, glancing a little below the projection formed by the thyroid carti- lage in the neck (in other words, the Adam’s Apple) of some of our worthy members the reflection became so blinding that we immediately hastened away for fear of being assailed by the embarrassing and distressing inquiry of “what yer blushin’ for?” Others who thought their angelic and ecclesiastical visages might attract and please the eye if given a solemn and reverential background attempted to obtain that seeming elevation of mind and respectful loftiness possessed by our devout and pious friend whose services we all, it is hoped, attend each and every Sabbath Day. But, gentle reader, do not be misled into thinking that the gentlemen were the only pupils having a concern in ornamenting our institution of learning. Mary Pickfords were everywhere in evidence—lending a touch that gave a delicate and beauteous refine- ment which tended to lessen the dazzling splendor of their masculine rivals. When the time came to depart, everyone professed having had an enjoyable and amusing day. —Ilildur Wester, ’20. You ask why the crowd is hanging around the balcony of the Hall after school lately. Just take a glance downward and watch Miss Giles marshalling her beau- teous forces for the “Christmas Pageant.” Look at the participants and you will agree that “There’s a reason.” It seems that Room 29 has the same attraction for College and Technical pupils at 1:15 as ever. On November 19 the Juniors attempted to out-rival the “freak” performance of the Seniors. Edward Shyne, News Editor. Almost anyone: “Have you forgotten you owe me a quarter?” Schenkleberger: “No, not yet. Give me time and I will.” 24 THE GOLDEN-ROD Alumni Notes 1910 Enor C. Lundin is teaching Mathematics at University School, Cleveland, Ohio. 1914 Lt. (j. g.) J. E. Dingwell is still in service and at present is doing duty on a sub- marine chaser. Allan Stearns is now attending Tufts, having received an honorable discharge from the Army. Andrew Deane has returned to M. I. T. 1915 Donald Crocker is a student at Harvard. Charlotte Barstow is teaching languages in Summit, N. J. Lydia Keyes is a private teacher in Baltimore, Md. 1916 Mildred Harrison is a senior at Wellesley College. Howard Bowen is studying at Tufts. Anne Malia is head stenographer in the Time Dept, at Fore River. 1917 The following communication was recently received at the office: Providence, R. I., November 7, 1919. In the recent class elections at Brown University, Henry Peterson of Quincy was elected Junior Class Secretary to serve for the present year. Peterson is a popular and prominent member of his class at Brown. He has played three seasons on the foot-ball squad and is a member of the Daily Herald Board. He belongs to the Alpha Tau Omega Fraternity. Thomas B. Affleget, Secy. Publicity Com. Ovidio Della Chiesa is working as draughtsman at the A. L. Smith Iron Works, Chelsea. William Mullen is learning the art of painless dentistry as taught at Tufts. Rex Ruggles is also an earnest student at this institution. 1918 Mary Waterman and Marjorie Leach are making fine records at Radcliffe. The Sophomore Class of Boston University College of Secretarial Science has certainly profited by the Q. H. S. Their president is Cordelia McLennan, and their treasurer, Doris Turner. David Gesmer and Daavid Weinhouse are making nation-wide fame for them- selves in their sophomore year at Harvard. Talk about women lawyers,—what do you say to Mabelle Geddes as your future dentist-ess?- She is working hard at the Forsythe Dental School, and will soon hang out her sign. Edith Nicol will graduate this year from Bridgewater Normal School. Remember Ronald Shaw and Stuart Dimmock?—How could you forget them? They are of the sophomore class at M. I. T. Mabel Roache is a sophomore at Mt. Holyoke. Raymond Blanchard is studying the husbandry of the soil at Amherst Aggie. We believe that our modest Royal Weymouth is really the star of the Sopho- more Class of Boston University C. L. A. Joanna Falconer is also a member of this class. THE GOLDEN-ROD 25 Ted Taylor and Wilson Blake, freshmen at Dartmouth, are looking after each other as room-mates. Harold Herrick patronizes Tufts. Our far-famed dramatic star, Eleanor Philips, is working under Col. Sweetser at Stearns’ Lumber Yard. Ruth Sanborn is at Newton Hospital, studying to become a first-class nurse. Theodore Nixon is a sophomore at Bowdoin College. Chester Weeden works at the Quincy Trust Company. Louis George is a student at the Boston University Law School. Arthur Palmer is studying at Boston University, C. L. A. 1919 Fred Djerf is a happy student at Tufts. John Flavin has entered Northeastern College. George Vibert is much interested in his work in the Massachusetts College of Pharmacy. Helen Murphy, Rita Prout, and Dorothea Joyce are forging through Burdett. Here’s another trio: Dorothy McLennan, Lucy Bagg, and Ruth McGrath are members of the Freshman class at Simmons. Mildred Geddes is making a great hit at Bradford Academy. Mildred Bishop is attending the Hitchcock Shorthand School. Even the boys find comfort in the lucky number, three. Roland Forsyth, Gabriel Nathan and Wallace Trumper are freshmen at M. I. T. Horace Ripley is a valued employee of the Granite Trust Company. Lillian Craig is attending Franklin Institute. Ella Axberg is a student at Pierce Stenographic School. Mary Ollillo and Gladys Schahrer have each obtained a position as stenographer. Trescott Abele has entered the Agricultural College at Amherst. Lawrence Dewey is studying at Chauncy Hall. John Preti was awarded the Augustus Howe Buck Scholarship at Boston Uni- versity C. L. A. where he is a freshman. The scholarship is awarded to young men of exceptional ability and high rank in their studies and entitles the student to four years at college, two years’ post graduate study, and two years of travel, provided the high grade of scholarship is retained. Hazel Scott is working at the Pneumatic Scale Company. Sumner Swingle is working for his father. Suzanna Sweeney is working at Fore River. Edith Marr has a position with the Aetna Life Insurance, Boston. Dorothea Sullivan has obtained a fine position at the Fore River. Eloise Piper, Edith Olson, Helen Leonard, Lelia Penttila, and Frank Zanotti are some more Burdett students from Quincy High. And this is where our dramatic talent goes: Gerald Sullivan and Blanche Morris are taking courses at B. U. Mildred Gronberg is the industrious stenographer of the Industrial School. Lillian Julius has a position as stenographer for the Cunard Steamship Company in Boston. Abraham Lubarsky is attending the Mass. College of Pharmacy. Doris Bissett, Laura Bassett, and Morris Mirkin have afforded us the great pleasure of their presence for another year as they are taking post graduate courses. Edna Campbell, Alumni Editor. 2 � THE GOLDEN-ROD Exchanges The Golden-Rod wishes to take this opportunity to state that owing to the cost of paper and printing last year but one number, the Senior Number, was issued. This copy was published so late in the year that The Golden-Rod was unable to send any to its various exchanges at that time, and there was no provision made for sending any this Fall. This year, however, there will be four issues circulated, and we hope that they will be enjoyed by our exchanges. We shall be glad to receive our old exchanges again and hope to add new ones to our list. The following Exchanges have been received this year: The Black Ilawk, Davenport High, Davenport, Iowa. The Bmaster, Brewster, Mass. The Everett High Clarion, Everett, Mass. High School Herald, Westfield, Mass. • t Lasell Leaves, Auburndale, Boston, Mass. Lawrence High School Bulletin, Lawrence, Mass. The Mirror, Waltham, Mass. Reformatory Herald, Hutchinson, Kansas. The Rindge Register, Cambridge, Mass. The Southerner, Minneapolis, Minn. WHAT OTHER SCHOOLS ARE DOING DO YOU NEED A SECRETARY? Under this heading the Business Service Class of SOUTH HIGH, Minneapolis, Minnesota, have announced their willingness to undertake, in order to gain practice, the secretarial work of the school. In 1914 something in this line was carried out in Quincy High School. Miss Perry (Mrs. Newton) arranged with several business concerns in Quincy for the pupils in the Commercial Course to go into their respec- tive offices and gain practice in Stenography. The Misses Nilsen and Canty did so well that their employer became greatly interested in them and on the strength of their work retained them after graduation. This plan succeeded in Quincy High School and we hope it will succeed in Min- neapolis South High. THE CHEMISTRY CLUB It is interesting to note how the chemistry pupils of the EVERETT HIGH SCHOOL are making time for the different experiments that arise and have to be ignored because of the lack of time during school hours. They have formed an organization, the Chemistry Club, whose personnel includes any pupil who has taken, or who is now taking, chemistry. Besides carrying out experiments for which there is no time in class, the club members perform those for which they have special fancy. In this way a greater interest in chemistry is aroused. We hope this club will become a success. Gladys Jenkins, Exchange Editor. THE GOLDEN-ROD 27 Athletics Post-war enthusiasm in athletics has been greatly in evidence during the past Quincy High football season. The football team has thrived with pep and good playing, largely the result of constant drill by our efficient Coach Mitchell. Much of the advertising and general success of the games has been due to Mr. Green, who has ably served as teacher-manager of the team. The faculty in general and especially the office has shown greater enthusiasm than usual during the past season in supporting the football team. The team was somewhat weakened by the loss of many of the experienced players who graduated in June. But this difficulty was quickly overcome by the boys, who displayed an earnest spirit n practice and fast work in the actual game. Bennett and Wentworth on the line, and Leavitt and Jackson in the backfield composed the very backbone of the team. The squad consisted of:— 1. e. Young and Hokenson; 1. t. Bennett, Capt.; 1. g. Hannon, Houlihan and Litton; c. Robertson, Carter; r. g. Shaw, Vallee, and Holden; r. t. Wentworth; r. e. Jenkins; 1. h. Curtis and Jackson; q. b. Davis, and Lindsay; r. h. Gould and Mullarkey; f. b. Leavitt. The following schedule for the season was arranged by Manager Carl Hokenson. October 6—Quincy at Watertown. 10—Melrose at Quincy. 13—Deane Academy at Quincy. 17—Hyde Park at Quincy. 25—Quincy at Natick. 31—Revere at Quincy. November 7—Boston Latin at Quincy. 21—Weymouth at Quincy. 25—Freshmen and Sophomores. “ 27—Alumni. December 2—Juniors and Seniors. 5—Class Championship. QUINCY 0—WATERTOWN 6 October 3. Quincy lost its first game of the season to the Watertown boys. Quincy had the ball behind the opponent’s goal but just as a Quincy player was going to fall on it for a touchdown, the ball was snatched away and a Watertown player ran the whole length of the field for the single touchdown of the game. QUINCY 40—MELROSE 0 October 10. Quincy easily defeated Melrose, rolling up a score of 40 to 0, surging through the Melrose lines as though they were paper. Jackson made a 35-yard run for a touchdown, and Gould secured two more touchdowns, running from the 30 and 45-yard lines. The backfield, consisting of Davis, Gould, Leavitt, and Jackson, exhibited some fine playing. Capt. Bennett and Wentworth on the line also performed well for Quincy. QUINCY 6—DEANE 0 October 13. Quincy met the Deane Academy second team before a large holiday crowd at the Oval. The game was a continuous struggle. The only touch- down was obtained by a fine 65-yard run by Wentworth. Jackson, Leavitt, and Bennett played their usual good game for Quincy. Capt. Mellendy and Hedges, a former Quincy star, played well for Deane. QUINCY 6—HYDE PARK 13 October 17. Quincy suffered defeat at the hands of the Hyde Park team. Hyde Park continually used a peculiar open formation which was new to Quincy. By this formation long end-runs were made, which proved disastrous to Quincy. Lea- vitt played his usual star game for Quincy. QUINCY 6—NATICK 12 October 25. Natick won over Quincy in a hard-fought game. In the last quarter, Quincy line advanced seventy yards by persistent plunging. Mullarkey then carried the ball over the goal for Quincy’s only touchdown. QUINCY 13—REVERE 6 November 1. Quincy gave the Revere boys a big surprise on the Oval by de- feating them 13 to 6 in a real football contest. Revere gained her first and only touchdown in the first few minutes of play. Then Quincy buckled down to work and sent the ball across the goal twice in fine style. QUINCY 6—BOSTON LATIN 27 November 7. With a score of 27 to G, Boston Latin inflicted a crushing defeat on Quincy at the Oval. Johnstone, the Boston Latin colored halfback, was the feature player of the whole game. His terrible rushing through the Quincy de- fense netted him gains of from twenty to twenty-five yards each time. Davis, catching a punt, made a spectacular forty yard spurt for Quincy’s only touchdown. Capt. Bennett displayed remarkable ability for punting. QUINCY 0—U. S. S. NANTUCKET 14 November 11. The sailors from the U. S. Training Ship Nantucket proved to be too much for the Quincy boys. Quincy was ridiculously outweighed, but showed a commendable spirit in the way she held back a much heavier team of older players. Jenkins, Wentworth, Bennett, and Mullarkey played an excellent game for Quincy. QUINCY 7—WEYMOUTH 7 November 21. Quincy’s final inter-school game of the season was a pitched battle with an old rival, Weymouth. In the first quarter “Hap” Davis intercepted a forward pass and made a 30-yard gain. Mullarkey then carried the ball over the goal for a touchdown and Wentworth kicked the goal, making the score 7 to 0. In the last quarter, with but a few minutes to play, Weymouth made a successful for- ward pass play and evened the score. Jackson, who has been out of the game for a long time because of injuries received in the Deane Academy game, came back with his old-time remarkable playing and proved to be the individual star of the game. Vallacenti played well for Weymouth. The lineup: Young 1. e., Bennett 1.1., Hannon 1. g.. Robertson c., Shaw r. g., Wentworth r. t., Jenkins r. e., Davis q. b., Jackson 1. h., Mullarkey r. h., Curtis f. b. THE GOLDEN-ROD 2D THE CLASS TEAMS The Freshmen have built up a strong team which will be a match for the Sophomore Class team. Practice has been held on practically every morning and the Freshman-Sophomore game on November 25 will prove to be a very exciting one. In the Freshmen there is some good material for a team which will in a few years uphold Quincy’s glory on the football field. The Sophomore Class organized a promising football team under the direction of Coach Green. Hussey was chosen captain. The team is scheduled to meet the Freshmen on November 25. The winner of this game will meet the victor of the Junior-Senior game to decide the class championship. Their first game this season was with the Boston College High freshmen, whom they easily defeated with a score of 20 to 0. The lineup for Quincy was as follows: Laing 1. e., Jones. 1. t., McQuarrie 1. g., McGovern c., Durgin r. g.. Smith r. t.. Arvison r. e., Armstrong 1. h., Rankin r. h., Hussey q. b., Woodworth f. b. The Junior Class team was organized under the direction of Mr. Leavitt, No- vember 20. Donald “Hap” Davis was the choice for captain. This team also contains many of the players on the regular school team, and so hould be good competitors with the Seniors when they play on December 2. The Seniors were called out to organize a class football team on November 17. “Stonewall’’ Jackson was unanimously chosen captain. Coach Nissen has efficient- ly drilled the team for the Junior-Senior game. ATHLETIC NOTES Brown T4 is playing right end for Syracuse. Paul Larkin T5 is playing for Lehigh. Crosscup T4 is with the Harvard team. LeCain T7 is substitute half back for Tufts. Mullen T7 is playing with the Quincy Civics team. Prout T5 is on the Syracuse track team. Hedges T9 is quarter back for Deane Academy second team. Peterson TO is right guard for Brown. Foy T4 is right guard for Boston College. Wm. MacMahon To, representing M. I. T., came in second at the Intercol- legiate Track Meet held at New York, November 22. Although our past football season does not register high on the percentage of games won, it has had its bright spots. These were produced mainly by the won- derful work of Coach Mitchell, Teacher-Manager Green, and Mr. Ball, all new mem- bers of the faculty. Much credit is due Mr. Mitchell for his tireless work as coach and for his instilling such wonderful fighting spirit into our players. To Mr. Green, whose activity and success in “gathering in the shekels” has been nothing short of miraculous, we owe our present satisfactory financial condition. And last, but far, far from least, is Mr. Ball, whose spendid co-operation, done in his own quiet way, is heartily appreciated. This trio has surely proved itself a wonderful addition to the school. And right here, we wish to extend to them, on behalf of the entire student body, the most heartfelt thanks and appreciation for their ex- cellent work. Edgar G. Lundin, Athletic Editor. 30 THE GOLDEN-ROD Jokes The Joke Editor wishes to thank the school, this includes the teachers as well as the pupils, for the aid of both is essential to a successful issue, for heartily co-operating with him in making the Joke Department of The Golden-Rod a success. Humor is the core of life. Without the many humorous little incidents that arc continually popping up in our day’s work, we should soon become dissatisfied and morose. If Shakespeare were living today, he would be forced to improve his puns if he wished to compare with those arising in some of our classes. Don’t forget there are three more issues of your school magazine, and all jokes will be cheerfully received by the Joke Editor. He would like to suggest that every home-room teacher in the building appoint one student as junk collector for that room. In this way the school will be thoroughly combed for material, and we may expect a pleasant improvement in this column. Hoping that no-one has reason to take offense at anything in the following pages, we remain ever eager to receive any corrections or suggestions. Subscribers not fully understanding these jokes will be supplied with laughing gas at club rates. Miss Perkins: (to pupil in rear of room) “What are you laughing at, not me I hope?” Pupil: “No, M’am.” Miss Perkins: “Well, what else is there in the room to laugh at?” HEARD ON STAIRWAY Miss Davison: “I was at sea myself, when first starting to learn bookkeeping.” Pupil: “Well. I’m in the middle of the ocean.” Miss Zeller explains to Jackson why he misused the pronoun “tu” in speaking of Miss Wiley. “ ‘Usted’ is the proper form to use, meaning ‘you,’ unless of course, you are very intimate.” Miss Zeller, in explaining the use of personal pronouns, used for an example, “He loves me.” Miss Zeller: “Of course, you people know this is not true; it’s merely an ex- ample!” Oh, slush! While reciting in Ancient History and answering a question as to what was the use of women’s hair in one of the Punic Wars, Miss L. answered, “Women cut off their hair and used it for ammunition.” EXTRACT FROM A JUNIOR GIRL’S THEME “When the Duke of York was five years old his head was so big it would fit a man twice his age.” EXTRACT FROM A JUNIOR BOY’S THEME “If anyone failed to carry an umbrella on the streets of London in Queene Anne’s time, he was taking a chance of getting up to his ankles in mud.” Olsen: “Do you like animals?” Miss Campbell: “Are you fishing for compliments?” THE GOLDEN-ROD 31 WOULD WE BE SURPRISED IF WE HEARD THIS? Mr. Collins: “Are you positive, Mr. Jewell, that you thoroughly understand this advance chapter in Virgil, which you are going to take up in your class to- morrow?” Mr. Jewell: “No, but since this chapter is susceptible of differentiating and vary- ing interpretations, I fancy that I will express myself in terms significantly obscure to prevent anyone from taking interest enough to question me about the matter.” Oh, wouldn’t it be great, oh simply fine If Couch had a shave, and Bartlett a shine. Sumner Besse. Miss Dawes: “Edgar Horton, you don’t talk so much as your sister.” Beses: “No wonder, he’s not a woman.” Miss Seymour: “Don’t have your margin too much in the style of the shimmy, or I’ll send it back.” Haskell: (trying to explain a story) “Yes, there was a wedding, a man married a girl.” HEARD IN THE ENGLISH CLASS Mr. Blanchard: “How do the Chinamen regard the Americans?” Merrill: “I don’t know, I never was a Chinaman.” Miss Zeller: (to pupil) “Read what you have in your notebook.” Pupil: “Impossible, what’s the use of putting it into your notebook? I think it is better to put it into your head.” Miss Zeller: “Providing you have one.” Mr. Barr: (after looking at Abele) “If some of us could see ourselves as others see us, we wouldn’t have to ‘doll up’ on ‘Freak Day’.” THE DAY REPORTS WERE ISSUED Angry Student: “I don’t see why you flunked me in-, why, I knew it back- wards.” Teacher: “Yes, that’s the trouble.” Mr. Mitchell: (football coach) “Have you taken a shower?” Freshman: “No, is one missing?” Mr. Shyne: “Those trousers of yours look a bit worn.” Mr. Holden: “They’re on their last legs.” Kennedy: (dancing or rather jazzing) “You catch my step wonderfully well.” She: “Yes, every time on the shin.” Mr. Thomas: “You can readily understand that if I have an enclosed volume of gas and heat it very rapidly, I will change the temperature very quickly.” How strange. William Deane, Joke Editor. Freshman about to taKe lunch. rv ss Zellerb . vo ce y{ 'wake . up JacKsony flea demy jd me Those Wire nets around the ants ? fh eboys’b as ment make ver goodlYaste baskets ' Where would Mr Jewel I he e p his hand l if some- body sto e 6hiner receive c A all he Pea n owned .Z beschool by a yard looks freshman)more like an auto park We don't mind lotting dacHson s eep thesfh period but his snoring is very annoying. Miller must be oncj to some Bo shevi J society, udqinq by the'bright ; red socks he wears., Ever notice TheiocKo1 qrayha ron Devines heed? Oettin9 old ? Zl‘ a-. Our heroes return -from a Victorious football qame The busy ----keej captured by T rThonas in room k 9- wm NORTHEASTERN COLLEGE CO-OPERATIVE SCHOOL OF ENGINEERING COURSES OFFERED The Co-operative School of Engineering of Northeastern College offers four-year college courses of study in four branches of Engineering: I. Civil Engineering. II. Mechanical Engineering. III. Electrical Engineering. IV. Chemical Engineering. REQUIREMENTS FOR ADMISSION Graduates of the Quincy High School who have included Algebra to Quadratics and Plane Geometry in their courses of study are admitted without examination. EARNINGS The earnings of the students for their services with co-operating firms vary from $200 to S600 per year. APPLICATION An application blank will be found inside the back cover of the catalog. Copies will also be mailed upon request. These should be forwarded to the School at an early date. For a catalog or any further information in regard to the School, address CARL S. ELL, Dean, 316 Huntington Avenue, Boston, Massachusetts. ADVERTISEMENTS mas §tfte “Where and what shall I buy for Xmas gifts?” Let us try to help you. La Tausca Pearls make an ideal gift or one of our beautiful Ivory Toilet or folding Manicure sets. We have a most complete line of Waltham Bracelet Watches for the ladies and Hamilton or Waltham Watches for men. And a selected stock of Jewelry, Silverware, and Cut Glass, all fresh, new and up-to-date styles. Call on us, we will be pleased and willing to assist you. WILLIAM E. FRITZ JEWELER 1543 HANCOCK ST. QUINCY, MASS. BAHR’S “THE MUSIC LOVER’S SHOP” 1454-56 Hancock St. Quincy Steinert Pianos and Players, includ- ing the Jewett, Woodbury and Aeo- lian ; Victor Victrolas and records;Music Rolls; Christmas Cards; Sheet Music of Classic and popular Compositions. The City’s Musicphone Quincy 1120 For Real Estate, Mortgages, and Insurance, See RUGGLES REAL ESTATE CO. Quincy Square, Quincy, Mass. )t Bute!) JfootJ is l)op is still with you, and remember the good things which can be procured there. CAKES, DOUGHNUTS, PIES, COOKIES, JELLIES, ETC. BEALE ST. WOLLASTON ADVERTISEMENTS Tcl.l434-R Quincy Corsets Brassieres N. NEWMAN Camisoles Hosiery Corset Fitters always in attendance LADIES’AND GENT’S CUSTOM TAI LOR ®f)e Corset isfjop Cleaning and Pressing at Short Notice MISS. SARAH E. 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We sell more shoes than all other Quincy Stores Combined Our prices make “Boston Prices” a Joke Buy your next Pair of Shoes at the GRANGE SHQE STORE W7 HANWKSf'- tfvy'QUINCY. MASS. SILK UNDERWEAR At last you can gel just the dainty, refined styles that you pre- fer. We have everything in the way of undergarments all made from fine quality Crepe de Chine and Washable Satin, also Philippine hand embroidery ready for your selection. D. E. WADSWORTH CO., 1423-1425 Hancock St., Quincy, Mass. QUINCY'S LEADING BICYCLE STORE Telephone Quincy 2560 HOLDEN 8c CROUT, INC. 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