Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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—”

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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.

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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.”