Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 50 of the 1921 volume:

THE GOLDEN-ROD 7 Class History Since it was a very hot Saturday in July, we decided to spend the day at the seashore. Of all the popular resorts, Nan- tasket appealed to us. We arrived at Rowe’s Wharf just in time to take the ten o’clock boat. The heat of the day was intense and, to add to this irritation, the pushing and shoving of the crowd were unbearable. Through the midst of this bustling throng we were trying to make our way on board when we both noticed, at the same instance, someone gazing at us who seemed familiar. Who this per- son was we could not at once make out. After a short deliberation we concluded that it must be Barbara Wells. She rec- ognized us at once, and came rushing to- wards us, saying, after a hearty welcome, “This is just the opportunity that I have been looking for to discuss old days spent with our classmates at Quincy High.” “Well, that’s peculiar. Fred and I have just been discussing some of the memor- able incidents of our school experience. By the way, Barbara, do you remember how strangely we acted when we first started our notable career there?” “Yes, and if you remember rightly, I was somewhat late in starting school that year. Do you remember how, when I was walking through the corridor on my first day, I spied, coming in the opposite direction, a tall, stout gentleman, whom I asked if I might have a drink? He began to smile. At this, one of our noble teach- ers, of whom we had a good many, you know, informed me that it was against the rules of the school to talk while changing classes. Later I found out that this tall, stout gentleman was not the master, as I had supposed, but our own classmate, Donald Bennett.” “Yes, say, I never forgot that, Barbara, and every time I think of it I always have a good laugh. But do you recall those Monday morning assemblies when we would rush to the hall, only to be scolded there for our misbehavior? Flow often we would be told to remain after the others had passed out, and it seemed that at each assembly we would have a new Golden Rule to follow. Do you remem- ber the remark Laverty made, that these rules were being given to us one by one so that each would ‘sink in’ properly?” “Indeed, I do remember all that. Al- though that wasn’t so bad, because it was our one desire to shirk our duties. But how difficult it was for us to understand that complicated slip system. I never got the right idea until I was in my Junior year.” “Yes, I recollect all these events, but somehow that year seemed to slide by rather quickly. Near the close of the year several new members joined the class, one of whom was Marjorie Owens. In later years she proved to be one of the most attractive girls of the class. I remember the feeling of satisfaction we had as the year came to a close and we passed our examinations, to return in the fall as Sophomores. The final day of that year came and we were off on our vacation, one year nearer our destination.” “Yes, and we returned in the fall with one new member, Arthur Mendel, who later proved his worth as a violinist and leader of the orchestra. Say, do you re- member how some of the members of our class changed during the summer? For example, there was Houlihan, who in his Freshman year wore short trousers, but, during the summer months, changed his mind and decided to wear “men’s” trous- ers. Then there was Esther Campbell. Do you remember how tall she grew dur- ing the summer?” 8 THE GOLDEN-ROD “Yes, but somehow or other we all seemed to change considerably that sum- mer. Some grew so large that we even decided to send them out for football, and two of them succeeded in making the team, Bennett and Leavitt.” “Talking about football, Bertha, wasn’t that the year the football season was in- terrupted by the ‘flu’?” “Come to think of it, I guess it was. We had a vacation on account of that epidemic. Of course, we were all disap- pointed when we were unable to attend school! Anyhow, in spit of the ‘flu,’ we had a rather successful football season, and Bennett was elected captain for the following year.” “I don’t remember much of what hap- pened that year except the election of class officers, when you were elected sec- retary. ‘Larry’ Leavitt was the choice for president, and ‘Betty’ Breslyn was elected vice-president. Then as we thought we should always have plenty of money in the treasury, we elected Donald Bennett to guard it for us.” “You must have forgotten, ‘Barb,’ that Miss O’Xeil left us that year.” “That name sounds familiar, but I can’t seem to place her. Describe her for me. “Why, don’t you remember the teacher in Room 24 that used to give us those long Latin lessons, and with whom Brad- ford Ropes tried to compete (unsuccess- fully) in carrying on Latin conversations? I don’t see how you can forget her; I know I never shall!” “Now I remember her. As soon as you mention Ropes I recall those funny inci- dents; he certainly was a clever fellow. Even if Miss O’Xeil was a little strict, she had such a way of teaching that we couldn’t help learning ‘Caesar.’ Although we were all sorry to have her leave, we soon found out that Mr. Jewell was quite as good.” “Why, Barbara, I didn’t realize we were so near the beach. We must hurry or we’ll be the last ones off the boat.” “Look, Bertha, what are they all look- ing at? Say, there’s that old deaf and dumb lady that caused so much commo- tion getting on the boat. Why, she’s lost her parasol. And can you imagine who is with her?” “Why, that is Wyman Arbuckle, isn’t it?” “Yes, and that’s the rich old aunt that he talked so much about in school. Say, isn’t he getting extremely careful of her in her old age? He’s a lucky fellow. Well, Bertha, I must hurry, I have an engage- ment.” At this point Barbara left us, while we hurried to help Mr. Arbuckle out of his difficulties. We escorted him to the pa- vilion, and there we started a conversa- tion. After the usual welcoming, we began to talk over old times. Suddenly Wyman said, “Say, do you know, Fred, that since I left the High School I’ve had some pretty hard times, but somehow as I look back through those days spent at Quincy High, I always seem to enjoy a laugh at the expense of one of our fellow classmen. For instance, when I think of ‘Jack’ Beale as a soloist in the Christmas pageant that was held under the super- vision of Miss Giles. I know that he knew the words and he may have known the music, but I doubt it. Singing reminds me of those assemblies that Miss Howes used to call in the hall once in a while. The fun we had while singing ‘Scotland’s Burning,’ ‘The Three Blind Mice,’ and ‘Old Black Joe,’ and that whistling, say, that was wonderful! Especially that done by Harold Deacon and John Lane. Miss Howes and Miss Tuthill very ably con- ducted the music department of the school while we were there. “If you remember rightly, our large class continued to grow, for we had sev- eral additions this year, among whom THE GOLDEN-ROD 9 were Beatrice Martin, the blonde-haired, bashful miss, and George and Wilfred Cooke, brothers, as you know, and both jolly good fellows. “I can recall while we were Juniors we were informed that the school committee had changed the ruling which had abol- ished school socials, and we resumed them with more interest than ever. ‘Freak’ Day was observed as usual, with Floyd MacDonald and Karl French taking the main parts. That child MacDonald was always getting into mischief. We were Juniors when Congress declared Woman Suffrage. Fred, I’ll never forget the cele- bration the girls had when we fellows were wondering if we should ever have peace again. But it was not all smiles that year, for we lost two of otir beloved teachers, Miss Seymour and Mr. Roach. “Our interscholastic athletics were not very successful that year, but we had a class that won three class championships, football, basketball, and baseball. It was one of our popular members, Donald Davis, who obtained the captaincy of the baseball nine for the following year.” “Yes, Wyman, it all seems as if it hap- pened yesterday. How, when we were Freshmen, we envied the Seniors, but when we returned that fall we were to envy them no longer,—it was our turn to be envied. This year we had many new and popular additions, Mary Harris, a former New York girl, Margaret Nowell, who had returned to Quincy, Juliette Mc- Carthy and Archibald Blair from Boston schools, and Clayton Blake, who came from New Hampshire to finish his learn- ing at Quincy High. “A great many interesting incidents happened that year. First, we proved our merit in football. We were success- ful in winning all the games except three. We also had one of our stars, Bennett, mentioned on the all-interscholastic team. During the football season there was a class spirit shown which has never been equalled. John Lane and his able assist- ant, Lois Wctmorc, had meetings called in the hall, where we practised, and so did they, wonderfully well, school cheers. “Then came Senior ‘Freak’ Day, when we all appeared at school arrayed in the most peculiar fashion. This year we cele- brated Hallowe’en by having a Junior- Senior reception. The gym, which was wonderfully well decorated, showed hard work done by the entertainment commit- tee. A few weeks later there was another reception given to the football team, at which Mrs. Collins presented the mem- bers of the football team with Q’s. “Then came the Friday before Christ- mas vacation, when the Christmas pa- geant was held under the direction of the English Department. The pageant was a representation of the experiences of our Pilgrim fathers, treaties with the Indians and Colonial school days in Quincy. This was all very well until Bertha Wight ap- peared as Dorothy Quincy and John Mil- ler as John Hancock. Such a coincidence! We all know what has happened to them since! After the pageant John Miller presented Mr. Barr with a gift as a token of our respect for the faithful services ren- dered to all by him. “When we returned after vacation, we found a tall, stern, strict gentleman in Mr. Barr’s previous position. Later we learned that this gentleman was none other than Mr. Burtt. “'Phis year Mr. Collins also gave his consent for a representative basketball team. I remember the first, game with Thayer Academy, when we, to some de- gree, offset our football loss by being on the long end of a large score. We were successful in winning a large percentage of our games. There was considerable material uncovered for the team for the following year, which we earnestly hope will be as successful as ours, 10 THE GOLDEN-ROD “After our winter’s vacation some of our classmates, who were extremely fond of dancing, Marion Campbell, Lillian Pitts, Dot Prout, Elizabeth Burke, Ruth Bish- op, Florence MacLeod, Helen Donovan, and ‘Betty’ Breslyn, practised the art on the gym floor at recess. One day while they were thus enjoying themselves, there came from that direction a terrible noise. On investigating, we saw ‘Betty’ Breslyn and ‘Ed’ Day sprawling on the floor, laughing so hilariously that for some time they were unable to get up. This noise put an end to the dancing, as Mr. Collins’ very sharp ears also heard it and he in- vestigated ! “Early spring had us thinking about the play we were to give, ‘Officer 666.’ We were fortunate in having good mate- rial for the parts and an experienced coach, Mr. Mitchell. This was the first year in which the Senior Dramatics was shown for two successive nights. Oh, yes, Wyman, you took the leading part; you took it very well except when you let your cigar go out. Then there was John Lane, who made a successful crook, as he had had previous experience at Thompson’s Cafe. John Miller acted the part of Gladwin’s millionaire friend, Barnes. Laverty, as ‘Officer 666,’ furnished the humor of the play. One of his features was snapping we know not what off the wall. ‘Bill’ Houlihan, the detective, showed by dropping his cigar that he was a novice at smoking. You remember Mary Townsend, who took the part of the Aunt. She looked like a genuine aunt (with her hair powdered). You were lucky to have Margaret Nowell playing opposite you. She was a very clever per- former. You remember ‘Bee’ Porter, who played opposite John Miller? She took her part to perfection, too. She was also very generous with the flowers. “Others of the cast were ‘Reggie’ Han- son, Karl French, John Delaney, ‘Archie’ Blair, and Edward Speirs. The play was easily one of the best ever put on at the High School.” At this Bertha showed her womanhood by bursting out with “Yes, Fred, and don’t forget yourself, with the large, red moustache; you took the part of the police captain.” As Wyman’s aged relative was getting extremely nervous and was making all sorts of gestures to him, he told us that he must depart. So we bade him good- bye and started away on our pleasure trip, highly elated over our enjoyable meetings. Bertha Wight, ’21, Fred Hannon, ’21, Historians% THE MAN WHO LOST HIS SOUL He stands, wrapped in the mantle of despair, Upon his face a grotesque mask of hate; The symbol of a man who tried to dare To be the master of his own great fate. But, lo! from off that face there falls the mask, Recoil in horror from the sight you see! What phantom is that deathly skull, you ask. Friend, would you learn his bitter history? There is a man whose only god was Greed, A man enchained in making wealth his gold; The anguish that he caused he did not heed. And he has paid the price, a bartered soul. Derisive fingers point at him with scorn. Men mock the tortured anguish in his eyes; There stands a man of every honor shorn, A man whose highest goal brought but this prize. Be warned, 0 friends that arc of little faith, Lest, as the seasons ever onward roll, You in your greed become just such a wraith As that felon, the man who lost his soul. Bradford Ropes, 1921. THE GOLDEN-ROD 11 Peeks, But Not Piques Paul C. Akin Class Motto Committer; Debating Society. I have a little studied physic; but now I’m all for music. ... as Plato holds your music and so does wise Pythagoras, I take it is your true rapture. Arthur H. Alden “Art” I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy. Gertrude E. Anderson “Gertie” Thalia Club. To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes. Constantino Antonelli “Con,” “Anty” Earnest in thought, and true in word. Wyman Arbuckle “Wy,” “Bucky” Dramatics; Debating Society. When they do agree on the stage their unanim- ity is wonderful. Doris L. Bain “Dot” Candy Girl; Thalia Club. At last She rose upon a wind of prophecy. Dilating on the future. Norma G. Barnard “Tootsie” Here comes the lady; O. so light of foot Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint. Clarence B. Barron “Clar,” “Barron Bean” Class Picture Committee; Debating Society. Tutor’d in the rudiments of many desperate studies. Beryl E. Bean “Bub” Candy Girl. A Creature fond and changing, fair and vain. The Creature woman, rises now to reign. John L. Beal “Jack” Dramatics Business Manager; President Debat- ing Society; Boys’ Glee Club. Importance is one thing and Learning’s another; but a Debate’s a Debate, that I assert. Donald Bennett “Don” Class Treasurer; Captain 1920 and 1921 Foot- ball Teams; Athletic Council; Basket Ball. The tall, the wise, the reverent head Must often bow to ours. Benjamin J. Berman “Benny” Football. I protest I do honor a chine of beef, I do rever- • cnee a loin of veal. Edna Benson The music in my heart I love Long after it was heard no more. Sadye Berman “Dixie” Senior Dramatics Committee. Her look was like the morning’s eye. Ruth G. Bishop “Bish” Class Picture Committee; Dance Committees, Exchange Editor of Golden Rod; Thalia Club. She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with. And pleasant, too, to think on. John E. Bissett “Bud” He is gentil that doth gcntil dedis. Anna Blair “Ann” Girls’ Glee Club. I never knew so young a body with so old a head. Archibald T. Blair “Hiram,” “Archie” Dramatics; Boys’ Glee Club. And here I danced with them and had a good supper, and as merry as I could be. E. Clayton Blake, Jr. “Count” Class Football. As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. Henry A. Blake Dramatics. An excellent and true judge upon cause and reason; not because he thought so, but be- cause he knew so out of use and experience. Helena A. Bova “Bovie” I have a heart with room for every joy. Elizabeth B. Breslyn “Betty” Class Vice-President; Literary Editor of Golden Rod. Varium et mutabile semper femina. Richard L. Brown “Dick” Athletics; Banquet Committee. Youth calls for pleasure, Pleasure calls for love. Louise J. Breivogel She thinks before she acts. Ethel Burgess So well to know her own. that what she wills to do or say seems wisest, discrcetest. best. Mary Elizabeth Burke “Billie” Girls’ Glee Club; Candy Girl. Nothing is given so profusely as advice. Margaret M. Callahan “Peggy” She docth little kindnesses which most leave undone or despise. Edmund II. Campbell “Ed” Let thy speech be better than silence, or be silent. Esther F. Campbell “Giggles” Candy Girl; Girls’ Glee Club; Reception Com- mittee. Sing away sorrow, cast away care! Marion B. Campbell “Wee-Way” Candy Girl; Girls’ Glee Club; Thalia Club. A good name is better than riches. “Chetter” 12 THE GOLDEN-ROD Florence C. Carlson “Flossie” Thalia Club. The secret of success is constancy to purpose. Ruth K. Carlson Girls' Glee Club. Whatever you do, do well and think of the consequences. Inez M. Carter Truth is within ourselves. Percy N. Castleman “Pat” It is not good that man should be alone. Charles J. Cavanagh “Dutch” By the work one knows the workman. Helen F. Cherrington Hang sorrow! Care will kill a cat. Dorothy M. Clark “Dot” Little said is soonest mended. George A. Cooke “Sweetheart” Athletics. His only fault is that he has no fault at all. Edmund Wilfred Cooke “Bill” Football; Dramatics. Things arc not always what they seem. Anna L. Coughlin Candy Girl. Be sure you arc right, then go ahead. Cecelia G. Cremins “Celia” Candy Girl. There is nothing new except what is forgotten. Laura Cumming Candy Girl. Her checks are like the blushing cloud. Marjorie Dame Glee Club, 1920. For she is wise, if I can judge of her. Edwin Davidson In knowledge and in height he rose. Donald C. Davis “Hap” Class Motto Committee; Athletics; Captain Baseball, 1920 and 1921; Assistant Business Manager Dramatics; Debating Society; Glee Club; Athletic Editor of Golden Rod. W hen shall we laugh, say when? Edwin C. Day “Eddie” Senior Dance Committee; Chairman Reception Committee; Glee Club; Orchestra. Whatever he does, he docs with case. Harold W. Deacon “Deac” By music minds an equal temper know. Nor swell too high, nor sink too low. John G. Delaney Senior Dramatics. Pray, you, work not so hard. John A. Djerf “Johnnie” Class Track. Great deeds are accomplished by small men. Helen M. Donovan Candy Girl. Intelligence is not her only virtue. Francis Driscoll Debating Society. They that do best make the least noise. Dorothy J. Eaton “Dot” Glee Club. And little elves, whose eyes do glow like sparks of fire, attend thee. Joseph J. Eaton “J°” Football; Class Basketball; Debating Society. There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face. Willard E. Edwards “Bill” Science is certainty, is truth found out. Bessie H. Ellis There’s no hurry in her mind and no hurry in her feet. Herbert Farnham “Herb” Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright. Agnes P. Ferriter It is good to live and learn. Gladys M. Fletcher Not bold, nor shy, nor short, nor tall. But a new mingling of them all. Catherine A. Foye “Caddy” Candy Girl. Let one attend her with a silver basin full of rose water. Karl French Dramatics. Let it be virtuous to be idle. Robert Fryar “Bob” It’s hard to please the whole world, Especially one’s Dad. John Fuller, Jr. “Johnnie” Class Football; Track. I hate nobody. I am in charity with the world. Annie L. Gauld Maiden with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies. Josephine M. Ghigli “Jo” Art Editor of the Golden Rod. A maiden never bold. Emili Giovannangeli She sitteth in silence. George Golden Boys' Glee Club. I’ll be merry and free. I’ll be sad for nae-body; If nae-body cares for me, I’ll care for nae-body. George A. Goodhue “Goodie,” “Veak” Athletics; Joke Editor of Golden Rod. Some say kissin’s ac sin, But I say not at a’; For it’s been in the world E’er sin’ there wa’ twa. THE GOLDEN-ROD 13 Ellen E. Gray Her kindness and her worth to spy, You need but gaze on Ellen’s eye. J. Murray Hamilton “Mul” While there’s life there’s hope. Fred J. Hannon Athletics; Class Historian; Reception Commit- tee. And all men looked upon him favorably. Reginald W. Hanson “Reggie” Boys' Glee Club; Dramatics; Vice-President De- bating Society; Manager Football Team, 1921; Business Manager Golden Rod. Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you. Mary Harris Glee Club; Class Song Committee. Ever pleasant, ever kind. William A. Hartrey “Bill” Anything that makes a noise is satisfactory to a crowd. Miriam A. Hixon “Hickie” I have arrived at last unto the wished haven of my bliss. Henry J. Hokenson “Hokie” Class Athletics. An athlete—a powerful man. William D. Houlihan “Houli” Dramatics; Banquet Committee; Athletics; Capt. Class Championship Basketball Team. There’s mischief in this man. Ira L. Jenkins, Jr. Captain Basketball Team; Boys' Glee Club. Let us laugh and be merry. Sarah C. Johnson Nothing lovelier can be found in woman than to study household art. Elva Jones Happy as a lark, and as care-free. Graham Jones “Ham” Football; Class Basketball. Man delights not me; no, nor woman either. Ruth G. Kaulbeck Class Prophet; Banquet Committee. To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind. Wendell Dana Kaulbeck Silence has its advantages. Eugene F. Kelly My tongue within in my lips I rein, For who talks much must talk in vain. Wallace K. Kerr “Wallie” Program Committee; Senior Dramatics. He strove not for fame. Edith G. Kraus My own thoughts are my companions. Sarah F. Krous How sound in head, how pure at heart, With what divine affections held. Ruth La Charity Her docile disposition surmounts all difficulties. John T. Lane “Tomie” Dramatics; Dramatics Committee; Banquet Committee; Toastmaster Class Banquet. A man of cheerful yesterdays and confident to- morrows. John T. Laverty “Lav” Dramatics. Wit is the tool by which all things arc wrought. Lawrence G. Leavitt “Larry” Class President; Dramatics; Athletic Commit- tee; Athletics. Skillful in all manly sports. Helen Levinson By their deeds ye shall know them. Esther M. Likander I would make reason my guide. Elma E. Lind Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity. Rosalind B. Listman “Ro” Candy Girl. So happy, so gay, and cheerful, So free from all trouble. Alice S. McCarron Thalia Club. A tender heart, a will inflexible. Juliet M. McCarthy Orchestra. To her the gift of song was chiefly lent. Floyd MacDonald “Mack” Dramatics Property Manager; Track Manager; Class Basketball. A gentleman from top to toe. Mary G. McGinty Candy Girl. Mild and gentle. Eleanor C. McKinnon Orchestra; Thalia Club. What heart doth music not charm? Florence C. MacLeod Program Committee Dramatics. As merry as the day is long. Edwin C. Maibach “Eddie” I hear, yet say not much, but think the more. Beatrice E. Martin Candy Girl. Her beauty lives with kindness. Russell H. Martin “Russ” Debating Society; Boys’ Glee Club; News Edi- tor Golden Rod. Whose well-taught mind the present age sur- passed. Josephine Y. Martineau A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance. Hazel S. Mason Red as a rose is she. 14 THE GOLDEN-ROD Chester H. Mellish “Chet” Class Basketball; Dramatics Program Com- mittee. I dare do all that may.become a man: who dares do more is none. Arthur T. Mendel Orchestra; Boys’ Glee Club; Debating Society. The love of learning, the sequestered nooks And all the sweet serenity of books. Louis F. Merrill “Louie,” “Fat” Ah! could I be once more a careless child. Blanche C. Messier Candy Girl. Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. John Miller “Johnnie” Editor-in-Chiej Golden Rod; Athletics; Man- ager Baseball, 1921: Class Pin Committee; Dramatics; Boys’ Glee Club; Debating So- ciety. Ever possessed with common sense. Ever ready to use it. Sarto Minihan No man can lose what he never had. Ruth H. Morley Her face is calm, her eyes demure. Her every action staid; And you would say, to look at her, ‘ Oh, what a proper maid.” George W. Mortenson Give me that man That is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core. Dorothea Murphy Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Corrine M. Nelson She is a good creature. Ralph Newcomb Stately, kindly, lorldly friend. Robert L. Nichols “Bob” Tennis. Youth is wholly experimental. Archer M. Nickerson “Nick” Debating Society; Boys' Glee Club. Man am I grown, a man's work must I do. Esther C. L. Nilsen Thalia Club. The mirror of all courtesy. Margaret S. Nowell “Margie” Banquet Committee; Dramatics; Girls' Glee Club. A lovely lady, garmented in light from her own beauty. Roy C. Olson Boys' Glee Club. Whose youth was full of foolish noise. Florence E. Orcutt Your spirit shines through you. Robert B. Osgood “Ossie” Ever)' man is the maker of his own fortune. M. Marjorie Owens . “Midge” Thalia Club. Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. Charles F. Palmer “Chick” Boys' Glee Club. I would not be the villain that thou think’st. Reginald Y. Palmer “Reggie” Tis much he dares. X. Lois Parlee Silence is the perfected herald of joy. Elsie N. Parmenter True as the needle to the pole. Or as the dial to the sun. Freda S. Paul Never idle a moment, But thrifty and thoughtful for others. Lillian I. Peterson I will strive with things impossible, Yea, get the better of them. CoRINNE A. PlNNEAU She is a bonnie wee thing. Ernest W. Piper What’s time? Man has forever. Lillian L. Pitts Candy Girl; Girls' Glee Club. The little cares that fretted me— I cast them all away! Beatrice P. Porter Dramatics; Reception Committee. Sweeter than joy-bells ringing Is the voice of our little actress. Evelyn A. Price Speak, my child, and let thineself be heard. Dorothy E. Prout “Dot” Dance Committee; Alumni Editor Golden Rod. So sweet and good is she, Our little lady Dorothy. Anne Putnam Though serious, she’s surely one Who well doth like a bit of fun. Bertha O. Pyyny As nimble as a wireless spark, that hurdles the ether, pole-vaults the oceans, and circles the ends of the earth in a flash. John M. Quinn A manly soul so reticent That it is not revealed to all the passing throng. Gilbert F. Redlon, Jr, “Gib” Tennis. Work! get ye behind me! I hate you! Dorris E. Rendle Secluded, bashful, like a shrine of love. Wilbur Rhodes “Wibbie” Class Football. He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton. “Ernie” “Pittsie” “Bea” THE GOLDEN-ROD 15 Florence Mae Rizzi Class Song Committee. Wisdom giveth life to them that have it. Josephine Roberts Zealous with her paintings As a Quaker railing at lace. Francis Walton Roets Class Song Committee. 1 chatter, chatter, all day long. Bradford Ropes “Brad” Ask my pen: it governs me;—I govern not it. Richard M. Saunders “Dick” Debating Society. A small man dressed in a little brief authority. Catherine T. Saville Her voice is soft and slow, She will get far! Helen Sellberg Quiet as the hush of evening. Irving Lawrence Shaw “Fat,” “Dicker” Football. Rotund little man is he. Bessie E. Smith “Bess” To eat, to drink, and to be merry. Virginia H. Smith Poets arc like birds: the least thing makes them sing. Margaret W. Souden Cheerful as the birds. Edward M. Speirs “Eddie” Dramatics; Debating Society. The plodder never sets out quickly, but he always arrives. Dorothy W. Spence A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, and sweet as English air could make her, she. Marion Starratt Ye are sae grave, nae doubt ye’re wise. Arthur H. Steele “Art” I am happiest when I am idle; I could live for months without performing any kind of labor, and at the expiration of that time I should feel fresh and vigorous enough to go right on in the same way for numerous more months. S. Irene Stephens The thoroughly great are those who do every- thing thoroughly. Annie Stevens Oh! if to dance all night and dress all day, Charmed the small-pox or chased old age away! Errica Stopin She is ever gentle. Jennie Mildred Swanson “Mill” I will sit down now, But the time will come when you will hear me. Anna Tantillo “Ann” Strongest minds arc often those Of whom the noisy world hears least. Mary O. Townsend Dramatics; Thalia Club; Girls’ Glee Club. Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her path’s arc peace. Barbara Wells “Barb” Motto Committee; Thalia Club; Girls' Glee Club. She sings like one immortal, And dances as goddess-like. Greta E. Wester Almost to all things could she turn her hand. Lois H. Wetmore What not will woman, gentle woman, dare? Alice M. White Drink ye to her that each loves best. Helen E. White “Blondy” For if she will, she will, and you may depend on’t, And if she won’t she won’t, and so there’s an end on’t. Arthur Whitehead “Art” Class Prophet; Dramatics Committee. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. Grace A. Whitney “Whit” Orchestra; Class Picture Committee. A companion that is cheerful is worth gold. Bertha E. Wight Class Historian; Class Secretary; President Thalia Club; Orchestra; Girls’ Glee Club. She that was ever fair and never proud. Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud. Ruth E. C. Williams Girls’ Glee Club. Thy modesty’s a candle to thy merit. Ruth E. Wilmore A smiling look she had, a cheerful air, And steps both quick and light. Anna M. Wright “Ann” Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech. Edgar Douglas Yule “Doug” Begone, my cares; I give you to the winds. A BALLAD OF SPRING’S UNREST The roots arc budding on the trees, A heavenly smell is on the breeze. A bird is singing on a rock. My overcoat’s been put in hock. All these, you know, arc signs of spring, And a lilting song I gaily sing. But still there is another thing Which to your mind I hate to bring. When the sun shines all the day, And the winter’s gone away, There is a thing I like to dare— I like to shed my underwear. W.m. Houlihan, ’21. 16 THE GOLDEN-ROD A PRIVATE CORRESPONDENCE MADE PUBLIC Quincy City Hospital, Quincy, Mass. Friday, Sept. 13, 1941. Mi: darling Ruth: I saw in the paper today that you had just returned from touring in Europe. Well, you’ve nothing on me, beloved; I just returned last Wednesday from Colo- rado, where I have been looking over my brass mines. Since I arrived home before you, I thought I might as well waste a few hours writing you a letter, telling what happened after I got home: I have plenty of time, being in the hospital. But first take a look at that date up at the top of this page—Friday the thirteenth—for that will explain what happened to me this morning, and why I’m here at the hospital. But perhaps it would be better to begin to commence at the beginning, so here goes. I told you I arrived home Wednesday afternoon. As I didn’t have anything to do in the evening, I went down to the club. You couldn’t guess what was going on there, so I’ll tell you. It was a chess match for the world’s championship be- tween Karl French and Chester Mellish, the champion. The game was so close that it went into extra innings. Finally, however, Karl took so much time for his moves that Chet’s face was slowly but surely being covered with whiskers, which obstructed his view of the board, and he gave up the game in disgust. By the way, sweetheart, Quincy has another world’s champion, Reginald Palmer, who cleans ’em all out at African Golf. While I was going out of the door, I stumbled over something. I looked down and saw our old friend “Buddy” Bissett. “Leave me alone!” he burst out. “I won’t come here again, I—why, I didn’t know it was you, Art. I thought it was my wife. She doesn’t want me to go out evenings.” “Your wife! You married? Who is it?” I begged him. “It’s Florence Carlson,” he answered. “And George Mortenson — you know him, don’t you?” “I’ll say I do,” I replied, remembering all the inkwells I’ve found in my pockets. “Well, he’s a minister now,—he mar- ried us.” Those two facts nearly knocked me over—George a minister, and those two married! Gee, sugar-lump, they must have followed that rule that Mr. Thomas taught us, that the unlikes attract each other. Well, I didn’t get home until 3 a. m. because of the chess match, so naturally I overslept. As soon as I got up, I mowed my facial lawn, swallowed one of my cook’s solid concrete biscuits, and then hopped into my trusty twenty-cylinder Rolls-Loose. To make up for lost time I hit her up; but my ambition to break the mile record was sadly destroyed when I saw a blue-skirted minion of the law step out and hold out her hand to stop me. I was just expressing my regrets at meeting her, when I saw it was our old friend, Rosalind Listman; so I changed my re- grets to delights. “How’s business?” I asked her. “Pretty fair,—but these mashers—it’s all I can do to arrest them all. I even had to run Louis Merrill in yesterday, and you know who he is!” I gave her a V-spot and she forgot about my speeding. As my exchequer had been sadly reduced by this affair, I went over to Bennett’s Bank to get some more cash. Bennett, you know, has the most reliable bank in Quincy. George Golden is a cashier here, for his name adds to the solidity of the bank. You’ve heard that old proverb which runs along the general line that a substance may be golden and yet not shine; well, George TIIE GOLDEN-ROD 17 certainly followed that rule while at school, but now he is a hard-working cuss. After leaving the bank, I drove down to my office. All was going well, so I de- cided I might as well take a few more days off. The first thing I did was to go to Jenkins and Houlihan’s manicure shop. Your old friend, Lois Wetmore, works in this shop. She said she took the job be- cause she could hold hands with fellows all the time. “Quite a bunch of girls you got here,” I said to Willie, running my eyes over Erica Stopin, Mildred Swanson and Sarah Kraus, “but doesn’t Agnes Ferriter’s shop across the street hurt your business?” “Oh, fudge,” swore Willie, “she doesn’t have enough business to hurt a flea!” “That explains why you are surviving,” I said, and beat it before he could see the point. Feeling rather empty, I went home to dinner. Its main constituent was a chicken, and it was so tough I almost blushed. I called in my cook. “Maria,” said I, “what do you mean by serving me an antedeluvian bird like this one?” “Your honor,” she replied, “I bought it down to Cook and Cook’s, the butchers, and they guaranteed it; but I’ll say I had to cook and cook it!” I gave up the chicken in disgust and sat down to read the Traveler. As usual, I turned to the funny pictures first, chuckled over Josephine Ghigli’s “Ras- tus,” which is a continuation of “Pctcy,” and then turned to the social column. The first bit of news I read was: “Margaret Souden was yesterday elected president of the League for the Protection of Chil- dren of Politically Inclined Mothers.” Other bits which might interest you are: “Blanche Messier and Beatrice Martin are starting campaigns to make China, Mexico and the Sahara Desert dry.” “Arthur Mendel, the William Jennings Bryan of the Socialist Party, is now tour- ing in England, France, and Russia, giv- ing exhibitions of his mastery of the vio- lin.” “Ruth Morley and Corine Nelson are respectively the new Commissioners of Cemeteries and of Hair Dressing Parlors.” Beside this column was the daily article on “How to be Beautiful,” by Betty Bres- lyn. A full-page advertisement on the next page now held my attention. It was a picture of Alice McCarron, whose face has lately been used to advertise Colgate’s tooth paste. Below the picture were the words, “After using this dental paste your smile won’t wear off.” Well, darling, I decided I had read enough literature for one afternoon, so I went out and strolled down the street. Hardly, however, had I walked a block when Archie Blair came along. “What are you doing this afternoon?” he asked me. After hearing that I was doing noth- ing, he said, “Then you must come down to the art collection and sec my latest statue.” Archie, you know, is quite a sculptor now. We entered the magnifi- cent edifice which housed the collection, and I soon saw the afore-mentioned mas- terpiece. It was of marble, consisting of one wagon, one barrel, one horse, and one man, and was entitled “The Ashman.” “Is it original?” I asked Archie. “Made it out of my own head,” he an- swered. After I had exhausted my vocabulary of descriptive adjectives in praise of this entirely original and realistic piece of art, I wandered out to see the rest of the col- lection. The only one’s which interested me were portraits of Floyd Macdonald and Beatrice Porter, painted by Margaret Nowell, the famous artist. Floyd and Beatrice, you know, are her models. Oh, yes, there was a portrait of Eleanor Mc- Kinnon there, too, by Charles Dana Gib- son. She’s his favorite model, having practised being one when very young. 18 THE GOLDEN-ROD You couldn’t guess who I saw looking at the pictures. It was Mary Townsend. I poked her in the back to attract her at- tention. Just the man I want,” she said, as she turned around and noticed me. Won’t you give me a check to put my old ladies’ home back on its feet?” I sor- rowfully complied with her request, and then asked her, Where is your old pal Marjorie Owens now?” Oh, she’s married to Arthur Steele, the iron magnate, and is now leader of the elite Wollaston ‘400’.” Just now I felt a cavity growing within me, so I went home to upholster my de- partment of the interior. After this was accomplished, I decided I might as well go to the theatre, so I went down to Dea- con’s Alhambra. While fishing for my change I dropped a nickel. “Lock all the doors,” yelled a voice. Hire Mary Mc- Ginty,” said another. I turned to the last speaker. You couldnt mistake him in a hundred years. It was Benny Berman. Benny, you know, became a great quar- terback at Harvard, probably because he is about three-quarters front and one quarter back. At present Benny is a life- guard at Wollaston Beach. Who’s Mary McGinty?” I asked him. Oh,” he answered, “she’s a great de- tective, second only to Sherlock Holmes.” Benny and I then entered the theatre and sat down togther, while I made myself as comfortable as possible under the circum- stances. First there was a Mutt and Jeff come- dy, in which Skinny Palmer and Clarence Barron took the leading rolls.” Then came a boxing match between Ethel Burgess and Helen Donavon, which Helen won, as she is the champion female boxer. After the bout, she announced that she was going to try to get a match with Paul Akin, the world’s champion boxer. Paul, as you probably know, is quite a boxer, since he knocked out Men- delssohn and Paderewski by hitting them on the ivories. During the intermission Benny and I got to talking about Quincy High’s old football team, and that led to Ham” Jones, Benny’s old side kick on the team. He said Ham now sells false mustaches for a living, ranging from the little count- ’em-on-your-fingers type desired by the aristocracy, to the great flowing soup strainers cultivated by the Italian gentle- men. The Grand Finale was a play entitled The Sultan of Turkey,” which was writ- ten by Brad Ropes, who is now a full- fledged poet. The part of the Sultan was taken by John Lane; and in his harem were such fair damsels as Norma Bar- nard, Miriam Hixon, Elva Jones, and An- na Putnam. These fair damsels vied with one another to see who would be the Sul- tana. This position was finally secured by the best-looking member of the quar- tette. But now entered the dark horse in the guise of John Laverty, the ballet dancer to the queen. He placed the Sul- tan in another world by stabbing him be- tween the third and fourth acts; and then married the queen himself, and then lived scrappily ever after. When the play was over, I woke up Benny, went back to my domicile, entered the same, blew out the gas, and turned in. This finished Wednesday. Thursday morning (which was yester- day morning) I surrounded three or four dozen pancakes, and then started out to take my customary stroll. On the way I saw a rosv-cheeked fellow talking to a retired schoolma’am, so I knew it was Hennery Blake. Hen, you know, always liked to tickle the girls, so now he sells feathers imported from his flamingo ranch in Australia. After the ex-teacher had taken her departure, I went over to him. What’s Rob Osgood doing now?” I asked. I haven’t seen him for two years.” THE GOLDEN-ROD 19 “Oh, he’s quite prosperous now. I heard that he is the proprietor of the leading mercantile emporium of Paris, Maine,” he answered. I was just going to ask Henny how his wife was when I noticed he had left me to run after the school teacher. And then who should happen along but the Lion. Sarto Minihan. Sarto always was fond of drawing people while at school, you know. Well, he has kept up at this occupation. Fortune has smiled brightly on brave Sarto; he wears a silk hat even at his business, which is that of a hearse driver. Seeing Minihan made me wonder what his pal Hartry was doing, so I went into Cavanaugh’s shoe store to ask Charlie. Charlie is a mem- ber of the Outta Luck Club. He was do- ing fine until Willard Edwards got up that invention of his, the ever-wearing and shock-absorbing leather, good for both shoes and pants. Charles informed me that Hartrey is a carver of gravestones. If I remember right, many a desk at High bore samples of his artistic talents. Say, sugar-plum, you’d hardly know the town now, there’s so many new buildings. Across the street is the factory of the Nicolls Hot Air Furnace Co., beside it is Miller’s leather goods store. Miller always did know a lot about trunks, es- pecially in the Senior Dramatics. Then there is Saunders’ tailor shop, whose mot- to is “We guarantee to give our customers fits.” Edwin Davidson, I hear, is having a ripping time in the aforesaid shop. For the afternoon I had planned going to the Farnham and Delaney circus, but I had plenty of time, so after circumnavi- gating a few lobsters and a quart of ice cream, I lay down to sleep ofT their ef- fects. Hardly, however, had a thousand little demons armed with pitchforks begun to poke me in the stomach when the door- bell rang, waking me from my horrible dream. A rather numerous lady stood at the door. “I,” said a voice, which belonged to Lois Parlee, “am the official demon- strator for Fryar’s Fumigated Food for the Forlorn Fleshy.” I sorrowfully refused to buy a bottle, but assured her that I’d let her know if I ever needed it, and then said, “If Fryar ever invents a fattening food for the flim- sy, come around, and I’ll buy you out.” I returned to my siesta, and was just about to fall off onto the hard floor when the doorbell rang again, waking me from my perilous position on the edge of the couch. But what a sight met me as I threw open the door! There stood a young lady, one side of whose face was covered with freckles, and the other side wasn’t. “The circus is on the next block,” I in- formed her politely but firmly, and was just about to close the door when she put her foot in the way, and then said, “As I was about to say, I have here a bottle of freckle remover which belongs to you for only one plunk.” I took another look at her face, and say, it seemed familiar! “Pardon me,” I said, but won’t you cover up that blank side of your face for a moment? Thank you.” Sure enough, it was Celia Crcmins. “But why this partial eclipse?” I asked her. “Oh, that’s to show customers that I really had freckles once which this lotion has removed, as you see here on this side.” I declined to say “au revoir” to a dollar bill, but I said it to her instead. I went back to my snooze, first, however, placing a rolling pin in my immediate vicinity, so it could be brought into action if the next caller was masculine. I had just begun to play a solo on my wind instrument, when the bell rang again, re-awakening me. I hastily seized my shillalah and threw open the door. It was a man, but I took mercy- on him, for his hair was white; in other 20 THE GOLDEN-ROD words, it was Chet Mellish, who sells books when he isn’t playing chess. “What’s on the menu today?” I asked him. “Well,” he answered, “I have here a book entitled ‘The History and Develop- ment of the Upper Classes,’ by Hannon, the noted historian, recognized as the best piece of literature this year. Then I also have a book by Helen Levinson and Sadye Berman, ‘How to Prevent Gum Chewing and Whispering During Study Periods.’ With a copy of the latter we give free a book, ‘How to Shorten High School Courses,’ by Miss Dorothea Mur- .phy- I took a sample copy of each and then re-entered my habitation. It wasn’t much use now to try to sleep, so I put on my Fedora and meandered down to the cir- cus. As I had plenty of time, I went into the side show first. Who do you suppose were in it? The wild man I knew at once to be Johnny Djcrf, but I had to take two looks at the sword swallower before I knew it was Roy Olson. “How did you happen to take up this business?” I asked him, when the show was over. “Well, if you can stretch your memory a little, you will remember that I always was good at swallowing a cud of gum at a moment’s notice,” he replied. Roy told me, too, that John Quinn was a wild woman tamer in the show, but at pres- ent he is in the hospital. Gee, and John always was so bashful! The circus itself was pretty good— there was a tight-ropc walker there that you know—Anna Wright, and oh, yes, Ernest Piper had charge of the Wild West show. After the doings were all over for the afternoon, I went home to supper, but I couldn’t eat much on account of not hav- ing the room, so I sat down to look over a book. The last chapter struck me fav- orably, so I began at the beginning. I had only read five pages, however, and the hero had made but three killings, when the door bell rang again. This time it was Louis Merrill. Ever since a cer- tain incident at High School, you know, Louis has had but one object in mind, and therefore he founded the Merrill Home for the Prevention of Absentmind- edness. Its chief inmate, I hear, is Mrs. Helen White Merrill. “Come on down to the dedication of the new high school with me,” he said. My program card for the evening was blank, so I acquiesced. Before the doings began I noticed a small, feeble-looking man who was a physical wreck sitting near me. “Who is it?” I whispered to Louis. “That’s Reginald Hanson. Ever since he married Ruth Bishop he’s been like that,” he answered. Say, Ruth, but he was the worst-looking specimen of a hen- pecked hubby that I’ve ever seen! I hope I’ll never be like that. The principal orator of the evening (I think you know him) was Lawrence Leavitt, D. D., who is President of Dart- mouth, Ex-Mayor of Quincy, senior mem- ber of “Vanderbilt and Leavitt” and juni- or member of Leavitt and Nowell.” I have extracted a few of his remarks which might interest you: “We have decided to patronize local talent in this institution, and therefore Gilbert Rcdlon, who knows so much of the office, will be its principal. Wilbur Rhodes, who just graduated from Quincy High, -will teach Physics; Irving Law- rence Shaw, who was always good at fig- ures, will teach Mathematics; and Miss Louise Brievogel will teach Drawing. “We arc also offering a new course,— that of Hieroglyphics Hydrophobia, which will be elucidated by Miss Edna Benson.” This ended Thursday, and Friday morning dawned not long afterwards,— Friday, the 13th. You remember I started to tell you what happened on this eventful morning. THE GOLDEN-ROD 21 I had just purchased a newspaper, and was crossing the street deeply interested in the news’that Sen. Wyman Arbuckle had used his vocal powers, developed at High, to defeat the bill providing for the abolition of dancing, brought forth by the Rev. Douglas Yule, the most ardent Blue Law reformer of the day, when a great, big, strong, husky and powerful brute of an automobile came along and collided with me. I started studying astronomy, but a lot of jouncing brought me to, an4 I found myself in an ambulance, with a blue-coated officer bandaging my head. He told me that the auto had suffered two broken lights, whereas I had only one. Seeing this officer made me wonder where George Goodhue was. I asked the cop, and he told me that Georgie has been getting a lot of free rides in the paddy wagon lately, as he is its chauf- feur. At present I am laboriously engaged in holding down a little white bed, and it’s hard work, I’ll tell the world. I wish you’d write me a letter, or else come here yourself and sec me—it’s dead here, and I don’t want to be. With oodles of love, My remains, Art. Postscript No. 1: Say, I just saw Ruth Williams here. She is the head surgeon, so I might live at that. P. S. No. 2: In your last letter you wanted to know what Catherine Foye is doing. Didn’t you know that she mar- ried Dana Kaulbeck, your own brother, after you went away? P. S. No. 3: Say, who do you suppose is in the next bunk? It is Dick Brown, the city contractor. “How did you get here?” I asked him. “I contracted poison from- drinking ‘Campbell’s soup,’,” he answered. Well, honey bunch, I guess that I have written enough postscripts for today. I’m waiting for that letter—or you! Maple Grove Seminary, Franklin, Mass., Sept. 16, 1941. Dear Arthur: I was very surprised to hear that you went to Colorado. Your mines must be very valuable or you would never have gone way out there on business, unless it meant a lot to your banking account. Arthur, whatever will happen to you if you are not more careful? That superflu- ous gray matter of yours was probably overworking. You cannot overwork graymatter and eyesight at the same time. I am so sorry that you were hurt, but be more careful next time, Art. I had a wonderful time on my vaca- tion. School opened today, and it seemed some hard to come back to these giggly, squirming girls. What do you think, Ar- thur? The latest fad these foolish chits have is to wear Burke’s Height and Flesh Reducer. Can you imagine anything sil- lier? I can’t. The inventor of this con- traption is Elizabeth Burke, who gradu- ated from Q. H. S. with us. Lizzie was always doing something funny. I guess she wants to prevent the coming genera- tion from being her height and build. I had a delightful trip home from France. The sea was comparatively calm, and Father Neptune and I did not dis- agree. As a rule, we scrap continually. This trip must be the exception to that rule. When we were about mid-ocean, we saw an airship flying about a mile up. I was watching it with great interest when something happened to the machinery. It stopped. The machine began to tip forward, then glided neatly into the water. It landed very near us, and we could see that it was fast being destroyed by the strong waves. After much excitement the rider was rescued. She was a slim wo- man, who looked very familiar to me. 22 THE GOLDEN-ROD Then I recognized her as Anna Blair. I immediately spoke to her, and we had a great visit. “You know Bertha Pyyny and Irene Stephens, don’t you, Ruth?” she said to me one day. “Yes, I remember them,” I answered. “Well,” said Anna, “they and Elsie Parmenter and Hazel Mason have devel- oped wings. Who would ever think that four girls from Quincy should ever de- velop wings?” As I was unable to divine her subtle wit, she had to explain that they were members of her flying school. Then, of course, I could laugh, but naturally I did not want to after being so stupid. Once when Anna was in California, engine trouble forced her to land in a large peach plantation. A tall man came running up to her. He was really very peeved be- cause she landed in his old peach grounds. “Why, Clayton Blake,” Anna burst out, “don’t get so hot-headed. I’m not go- ing to touch your peaches. I hate them! If I remember correctly, you are very fond of them, especially when they be- long—” “Sweet one, Anna Blair, I didn’t know it was you, or I would not have talked to a lady so rudely.” The same old Clayton, isn’t he, Arthur? “Say, Anna,” Clayton went on, “you come over here; I have someone I want you to meet.” They went over to some peach trees. Clayton called, and four girls came up. Clayton introduced them as Esther Lik- ander, Doris Rendle, Ellen Gray, and Freda Paul. Anna was delighted to sec them again. They are Clayton’s best peach pickers. The world shrinks every- day, Anna says, and I fully agree with her. The rest of the voyage was uneventful. I had no trouble at Ellis Island, and now I am here with these unexciting, giggling, foolish school girls. How different they are from what we used to be! Just before my school opened, I went over to Barbara Wells’ school for boys. We had a long talk on boys, and I really do believe that Barbara is fonder of the boys than when we knew her. “By the way, Barb, do you know what ‘Hap’ Davis is doing now?” I asked. Barb beamed. “Why, yes, Ruth, I do,” she answered. “He is a millionaire. He received so many ‘Q’s’ at Quincy High that he has made a fortune selling them to Chinamen.” Xow, what do you think of that, Ar- thur? Do you know that every time I see Barb and hear her speak of “Hap,” I think of Byron’s “Don Juan.” “The noblest kind of love is love platonic.” I met another of our classmates recent- ly. I decided that this y ear I would have an instructor in horseback riding. I think this will be good for the girls, and give them an idea of good old-fashioned sport. I advertised for an instructor. One day a horseman rode up the driveways. We started to talk business. I noticed that he was looking at me very queerly. “Say, Ruth, aren’t yrou married y-et?” he burst out. I was so surprised that for a second I could not speak. At last I demanded: “Who are you, may I inquire?” “I’m Eddie Maibach. I thought you were Ruth Kaulbeck, but I wasn’t sure. I’ve studied horseback riding for years now.” Really, Art, at last Eddie has reached the calling in life for which he was born. “Say, Ruth,” Eddie went on, “while 1 was riding in South Quincy yesterday, I saw a restaurant kept by Emili Giovan- angeli. Emily married soon after gradu- ation, and now she keeps a restaurant for seven. Right beside Emily’s is Antonelli’s fruit store. Antonelli and Emily are the best of friends at last. THE GOLDEN-ROD 23 I decided to hire Eddie. This means one more man around. Arthur, you don’t know how thrilling it is to have a man around. The other day I took the girls for a ramble in the woods. While walking along our customary path, I noticed a new one, which led into the densest woods. We decided to explore. Sudden- ly we came to a clearing. In the center was a log cabin. At the door sat a good- looking, haggard faced man. This was the hermit of which we had heard. The girls were anxious to speak to him. As he did not look very vicious, I decided it would be all right. His face looked very familiar, and when he talked he seemed more familiar. Then, all of a sudden, I knew that this man was Jack Beal. Just as I discovered this, a trim woman came up the path. She carried a lot of letters. Jack explained that she was Ruth Carl- son, his secretary. Every other day Ruth comes to bring Jack his letters and to take dictation. Arthur, can you imagine any one receiving so many love letters and proposals that they arc forced to seclude themselves in the woods? This is Jack’s case. Poor Jack! On our way home we stopped at a new tea room in the town. A very important- looking woman came to take our orders. “Hello, Florence Orcutt,” I said. “Why, Ruth, what are you doing in this tea room?” “A large cavity somewhere between my heart and appendix forced me to come,” I said. (I suppose the girls thought I was get- ting giddy.) Florence told me that the tea room be- longed to Catherine Savillc. Virginia Smith has the important position of ad- vertiser. When we went to pay our checks, I thought that the face behind the glass was very familiar. When she opened her mouth to speak I knew it was Ruth La Charity. Beside her, very industrious- ly working an adding machine, sat Josephine Martincau. Ruth demanded an enormous price. I was rather surprised at the high cost of teaing. . “That is an exorbitant price for the food,” I said to Ruth, “but it was fine.” “Why shouldn’t it be? Look who cooked it! Lena Bova is our chef, and she can cook to perfection.” Just then Catherine came up and we greeted each other, as only women can. I noticed that Catherine’s voice was very clear, and she pronounced every word carefully. I remarked on the quality of her voice. “I have just graduated from Juliette McCarthy’s school,” she answered. “Juliette is a fine teacher. Beryl Bean, Margaret Callahan, Anna Coughlin, and Evelyn Price have graduated from there. Why, oh why, didn’t Juliette start the good work sooner?” “Do you know what Gertrude Ander- son is doing?” I asked Catherine. “Why, yes,” she said, “Gertrude con- ducts a school of pianoforte. She has hired Dorothy Eaton, Inez Carter, and Annie Stevens to care for the children be- fore and after the lessons. Poor Dorothy and Inez! Between thinking of the lesson before, and weeping over it after, I guess the poor little kiddies arc nervous wrecks. Surely the two girls have their hands full.” Tonight I took the girls to a lecture on style: “The right thing to wear at the right time.” This will help improve the girls’ tastes in dressing. The lecture was very good. You can’t guess who the lec- turer was. It was so unlike her you will be surprised to hear it was none other than Ruth Wilmore. After the lecture I went up to greet Ruth. At first she did not know me. You must admit, Arthur, that I have changed a great deal. “Whoever would expect to sec you here?” said Ruth. “I never thought that you would fall for small town stufT.” “I don’t mind it now, because I have a real man on the place. Oh, it is heaven- like to have a real man around,” I in- formed her. 24 THE GOLDEN-ROD Ruth laughed. She has returned from W ashington, where she was lecturing to some charity classes. To express it in her own words: “I was lecturing to a beastly class, and I looked up and noticed a stately lady coming down the aisle. It was Marion Campbell. She married a Congressman, and leads Washington society, now. It is a fad of hers to visit charity classes. Say, you couldn't imagine whom I saw there. It was Eddie Day. Eddie is playing sec- ond fiddle in the Orchestra of Life, with Dorothy Prout as first violin.” One day last week I went to the electric light company to make arrangements to have our “dorm” -lights fixed. Arthur Alden is the head of the lighting and fix- ture department. Arthur always was a shining light in class, and now he has a shining light everywhere. After I had finished my business. Arthur and I were talking of old Quincy days, and Arthur said: “I met Walton Roets the other day, and he is an inventor. He invents out-of- the-ordinary things, but nevertheless they are suitable. Now he is selling his latest invention. He wanted me to buy a pair for my son who is in high school. I guess Walton thinks that the boy should wear long trousers soon. I told him that my son didn't need long trousers, but short ones. I thought I could stump him that way. Nothing doing, though. Walton is selling semi-convertible trousers, which may be extended when the wearer reaches maturity. At last I boueht a pair, not because I needed them, but to get rid of the inventor. I would rather lose a fiver than keep an inventor.” When I spoke of some of our old class- mates. Arthur remembered that in Wal- ton’s raving he had SDokcn of putting an “ad” in the Ledger. Walton became very excited when he learned that two former hard-working program committee men, Kerr and Newcomb, served as joint edi- tors. When Walton entered. Kerr had just called Gladys Fletcher, who is a clever advertiser, to make an “ad” for “Stingless Gingerale,” which unpleasant drink was invented by Doris Bain. Doris has quite a business. She has an office in Chicago conducted by Laura Cummings, one in St. Louis with Marion Starratt in charge, and one in Montreal with Annie Gauld at its head. Dorothy Spence is Doris’s chief adviser and private secre- tary. Newcomb was writing a very ex- citing narrative about Russell Martin, who is circumnavigating the globe on foot. His early practice to and from Houghs Neck made him think of this ex- aggerated idea. On the desk in the office was an evening edition of the Ledger. On the first page was a large photograph of Esther Nilsen, who is playing the leading part in the “Lemonade Blonde.” Kerr told Walton that a few days ago he had had an interview with Dot Clarke and Helen Cherrington. who are training to swim around Australia. Kerr believes that they are capable of doing it, too. In my private opinion, those girls are strong enough, both physically and mentally, to try anything once. Henry Hokenson had also been interviewed. He had just won the Olympic medal as world’s champion “shot put.” One of the sub-editors was making a headline of a prominent divorce case. The headline was so alluring that Walton started to read the rest of the ar- ticle, and discovered that Anna Tantillo and Florence Rizzi were the lawyers. Arthur said that the firm of Tantillo and Rizzi has a very high reputation. They seldom lose a case. All in all, Walton had a very newsy time, don’t you think? Just after I came home. I went to Bos- ton to replenish my wardrobe, for the Paris styles did not please me. When walking down Tremont Street, I noticed a very distinguished looking shop. There was a charming dress in the window, and so I decided to go in. When I opened the door, I saw four very attractive girls, who apparently were models. A pompous and important looking man came up to me. I told him what I wished, and he said I THE GOLDEN-ROD 25 would have to speak to the proprietress. W hen she came from a little room at the side, I immediately recognized her as Elma Lind. “Why, hello, Elma. This is a perfectly stunning shop you have. Is it something new: I never noticed it before.” “Yes, I have just started it. Say, Bessie Ellis is my head dressmaker, and she is some cut-up. Lillian Peterson has a part- nership with me. She makes little novel- ties for big prices.” “Yes, I think Lil should get big prices, her articles arc exquisite,” I said, looking at the articles. “Do you see that man over there: Well, lie is John Fuller, my floorwalker. Say, did you know that John was an awful flirt: Well, he is. I used to have a ter- rible time with him. He flirted incessant- ly with my models. Recently he married, and consequenti)' has become a real non- flirting floorwalker.” “Indeed,” I laughed, “I never knew John.” Then turning the subject. “These are good-looking models you have. Who arc they?” “Don’t you recognize them? The one in pink is Alice White, the little one is Corrinc Pineau, the one with the opera cape is Edith Kraus, and the girl with the black evening gown is Josephine Rob- erts.” “Ah, sure enough, now that you tell me I recognize them,” said I. “But may I speak to Lil, please.1” Elma led the way to a back room. Lil and I greeted each other affectionately. Lil had been making a little butterfly for a dress. “That dress is for a girl at Murray Hamilton’s Mansion School,” she ex- plained. “We make most of the girls’ clothes. Did you know that Joe Eaton is Murray’s dancing master? He teaches the girls all the latest dances, without a blush.” “Ha! ha!” thought I. Murray is keep- ing a school for young ladies, but I was not greatly surprised. - - - —r After I bought a few articles, I went to hear Carmen. While looking over the program, I was greatly surprised to see that Mary Harris took the leading role. Mary’s voice is wonderful. Glancing down the program, I noticed that Mar- jorie Dame was the pianist in Bertha Wight’s and Grace Whitney’s Sympathy Orchestra. On the back page was a pic- ture of a beautiful butterfly. This was advertising Edmund Campbell’s butterfly store. So you see, Arthur, Edmund is real flighty. He chases butterflies for a living. And last, but not least, was a big “ad” for men’s hats. Eugene Kelly, true to his name, is manufacturing hats. - As I was going home I met Florence McLeod. We greeted each other enthusi- astically and talked for a while. Then Fudge threw a bomb in my mental camp. Fudge is a deaconness! She told me this without a smile. I was so surprised that I gasped, but Fudge remained calm. Just imagine Fudge a deaconness! Noticing that she was trying to conceal a book, I asked her what it was. She blushed de- murely, and handed me the book—“Love at First Sight.” Although Fudge is still single, she is interested in love, seeing that as yet no man has noticed her charms. But worst of all, Arthur, the book was written by Esther Campbell. Fudge says that she is an authority on the subject. No doubt she is; she was always inter- ested in it. I asked Fudge about Sarah Johnson and Greta Wester. Sarah is a wild broncho trainer out West. That sure is wild, is it not? Greta was recently made truant officer in Ashkosh, Wise. She was given this position because in her own school days she set such an example for perfect attendance. Pudge was coming from Lillian Pitts’ hair dressing parlor. Arthur, did you ever consider any of our teachers at High as giddy? Evidently they are, for Fudge told me that many of our former teachers go to Lillian’s hair- dressing parlors to learn the art of keep- ing young. Fudge also knew what Fran- cis Driscoll was- doing. Fudge knows 26 THE GOLDEN-ROD everybody’s doings. Francis has invented a sound-proof assembly hall, in which children can sneeze, talk, and laugh with- out disturbing, their elders and superiors. Francis has retired into this hall to slum- ber and think to his heart’s content. By the way, Arthur, Archer Nickerson and Eddie Spcirs arc making saw-tooth bayonets for Uncle Sam. A very playful occupation, is it not? Isn't it queer. Arthur, what various oc- cupations our classmates have chosen? Now who would believe that quiet, peace- ful Helen Sellberg would care to train white mice, and Bessie Smith would want to be a shorthand teacher? Bessie is the best shorthand teacher Quincy ever had, with the exception, of course, of Miss Twombly. Be careful of Mary Townsend, Arthur, because your check-book will be bank- rupt. Mary sure does get what she goes after. I am sure that your cook’s concrete bis- cuits were the cause of all your trouble. You know that poor food is apt to make one drowsy. I will send you some real cooking very soon. The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, you know. As you are still single, why don’t you come to visit me? I have one man around now, and if you would come to visit me I would be very happy. My other man is not single. Oh, Arthur, if you would come up just for the day it would please me so much. I sincerely hope that you will recover. Ruth Kaulbeck. P. S. By the way, Arthur, I’ve just heard that Percy Castleman, our great cartoonist, is now showing his ability in the Christian Science Monitor. THE GOLDEN-ROD 27 School News DEBATING SOCIETY At the March 10 meeting of the Club, the question for the evening was: Re- solved that labor unions should be abol- ished. Arguments were presented in a clear and forceful way. The decisions favored the negative, with Mendel as best speaker. Arrangements were made for the coming social meeting in April. April 9, a social meeting was held. Mr. Burtt gave a vivid description of his trav- els through Europe. Vocal and piano se- lections by Mr. Webb and Mr. Akin were enjoyed. A game of indoor-baseball in the gymnasium followed. DUAL DEBATE In the dual debate of April 29 the Quincy debaters won even honors with North Attleboro. The question for de- bate was: Resolved, that England, Japan and the United States unite in a plan for the limitation of their naval armament. At Quincy, the negative, composed of Mackay, Saunders, Beal, and Hanson, with Mackay in the rebuttal, easily ob- tained the decision in their favor. Soder- strom, J. McCarthy, Fisher, and F. Mc- Carthy represented North Attleboro. Driscoll, Mendel, Akin, and Arbuckle were the Quincy debaters at North Attle- boro. Here the local judges, Miss Ada Perry, W. H. Hinkley, and V. C. Graff, decided in favor of the home team, con- sisting of Reynalds, Lathan, McCarthy, and Gay. Mr. McCarthy was chosen best speaker. ANNUAL ENTERTAINMENT OF DEBATING SOCIETY The yearly entertainment of the De- bating Society, with members of the Thalia Club and faculty as guests, was held in the School, May 20, at 6.30. It was a pleasant surprise to see Mr. Barr, former coach of the club, present. Fol- lowing a chicken dinner, several after-din- ner speeches were given. An entertain- ment in charge of the Thalia Club was then enjoyed until a late hour. The Debating Society has successfully completed another year of which it may well be proud. Judging by the improve- ment of public speaking in our school, the club has more than justified its existence. The Debating Society wishes to express its gratitude to Mr. Barr and Mr. Jewell for their worthy efforts in making the club so great a success. THALIA CLUB The Thalia Club has had a year of success and pleasure, and feel that thanks 3re due particularly to the Misses Howe, Winslow, Vaughan, Emerson, Davison, Bushnell, and Mr. Halliday, who helped so much to bring about this result. An unusual feature and a notable one of the year was the children’s party at Christmas, given in the Gymnasium, in which sixty children were entertained by games, gifts and refreshments. Also at Christmas time, through Mrs. Joyce, cigarettes, candy, books, and clothing were supplied to the wounded soldier boys in hospitals. In January an interesting and worth- while talk was given by Mr. Halliday on “French People and Customs.” A very enjoyable social hour followed, during which light refreshments were served. The Club has also enjoyed several other entertainments, some literary and some musical, all of which have been greatly appreciated by all who heard them. 'I'he season closed with a joint banquet in which the Thalia and Debating Clubs participated. In the report of last year it was sug- gested that we elect, this year committees for each month, not only social commit- tees, but also athletic and literary. This suggestion was adopted and has proved very successful. Marion B. Campbell, Secretary. 28 THE GOLDEN-ROD SENIOR DRAMATICS The Senior Class play was so success- fully presented on April 15 and 16 that several Seniors were moved to break into verse. I went to see a play one night That was given at the school. And it was so very exciting 1 could hardly keep cool. The hero was bored with all in life. Like many a millionaire; Travelling in Europe he found dull. So returned home in despair. It was a case of love at sight. After searching the world for a thrill. It was given him by a brunette. Eating a grapefruit in the grill. The villain was not as villains go. But a handsome gentleman crook. Who was so calm, cool, and collected. He could move the world with a look. The hero’s friend, so debonnair, W as a man we know as John. Who really was an adept At making love with handcuffs on. A burly Irishman with a brogue. Who was always in a fix. And kept us laughing all the time, Was Officer Six-Sixty-Six. We doff our hats to the Senior play. To the actors each and all! “Dramatics” has come and gone again. With this the best of all. Blanche C. Messier, 1921. This year the Seniors gave a play. Which they rehearsed for many a day. An expectant crowd drawn from the town Were much amused till the curtain went down The coach was quite a clever one To have the play so smoothly run. He painted the pictures for the play. And made the chest in half a day. The characters all were well portrayed— The part of Phelan, that Laverty played. The crook, the police, and females three Were greeted loudly with much glee. And looking back to this great night. The memories fill me with delight. Edwin C. Day, 1921. Grace A. Whitney, 1921. SENIOR CLASS May 11, the Senior Class made ar- rangements for the Class Banquet and Reception. John Lane, chairman, Ruth Kaulbeck, William Houlihan, Margaret Nowell, and Richard Brown will have charge of the banquet. For this occasion John Lane was chosen toastmaster. The annual Senior Class banquet was held at the Hotel Yendome in Boston on June 9. For the Senior Reception Committee the class appointed Edwin Day, chair- man, Esther Campbell, Fred Hannon, Beatrice Porter, and Reginald Hanson. Friday, June 24, at Alpha Hall, is the date set for this event. “Palmam qui meruit ferat,” (“Let him who has won it bear the palm”) is the class motto chosen by Paul Akin, Barbara Wells, and Donald Davis. ASSEMBLIES At the Monday morning assembly on March 13, the Boys’ and Girls’ Glee Clubs, and the Orchestra, with Miss Howes directing, rendered a short musi- cal program. After several selections by Orchestra and Glee Clubs, a youthful musician. Master Coburn Clark, enter- tained with his xylophone. The skill of the young player won him much applause and admiration from the students. The Monday following the Easter holi- day all students assembled in the hall at noon. Several faculty members gave short talks on “Spring Athletics,” especi- ally referring to baseball. Special efforts are being put forth to make the baseball season the most successful in the history of the school. The day preceding the 146th anniver- sary of the Battle of Lexington, English class C-8, with one of the members, Rus- sell Martin, presiding, presented a patri- otic program. Mr. Henry Beston Sheahan, an old friend of the School, now employed on the editorial staff of the Atlantic Monthly, delivered an address on “ The New Patriotism.” Music was furnished by several class members. THE GOLDEN-ROD 29 English Class T-8, influenced by the success of this assembly, conducted a similar one with Louis Merrill in charge on May 24. “What High School Students Should Know” was the subject which Dr. Payson G. Smith, our state commissioner of education, ably discussed. It is hoped that following the example of C-8 and T-8 other English classes will provide more of these educational entertainments for our student body. JUNIOR-SENIOR ENTERTAIN- MENT On Friday, April 22, the Juniors in- vited the Senior Class to an entertainment in the school gymnasium. At this time Mr. Collins presented the members of the basketball team with “Q’s.” A short pro- gram was followed by dancing and re- freshments. CONCERTS The evenings of A lay 16 and 17 saw two important events in public school musical circles. On the former date the instrumental classes of the grammar schools, under the direction of Miss Howes and Miss Tut- hill, gave an exhibition of work accom- plished during the year. Violin, cornet, ’cello, clarinet, xylophone solos, and brass quartets formed the program for the even- ing. Tuesday night, a concert by the High School chorus, with Miss Selma Ladzin- ski as soloist, was enjoyed. Solos by Miss Ladzinski and by Mr. Webster, the ’cellist, with selections by the glee clubs and chorus, made the concert most suc- cessful. ILLUSTRATED LECTURE The second Thursday in May, commer- cial students enjoyed an illustrated stere- opticon lecture by Prof. Fisher of Wel- lesley College on “Our National Parks.” A period of profit as well as of pleasure was spent. 2 CAMPS For Boys—For Men Kamp Kwinzy ROBINS’ POND Average Age 14 Years Any boy in Quincy may go 6 WEEKS—July 2 till Aug. 13 $7.00 Per Week SENIOR Kamp Kwinzy 17 Years and Over 10 days’ trip through the White Mountains $30.00 Entire Expense PLAN YOUR VACATION NOW! 30 THE GOLDEN-ROD 1921 VII t fcJW tW V wOf'a.S bv ToU Waa Son Music bv qJ 5av. He Our graduation night is here; At the portal of Life we stand; Though the past is a book which we have closed. Vet we have it near at hand. This book of school is a lengthy one, There arc chapters of smiles and tears; Each chapter has taught us a lesson we’ll keep To help us throughout the years. Chorus Here’s to dear old Quincy High School, And our colors, red and blue: May we profit by your teaching, Always give you honor due. Chorus As we start on Life’s rough journey. Start to fight Life’s battles through, Quincy High School, Quincy High School, To your colors we’ll be true. Whatever tasks the future brings. Where’er the years passed by, We’ll not forget our start in Life Obtained at Quincy High. Chorus What you’ve taught us we’ll remember. Here’s a rousing cheer for you, Quincy High School, Quincy High School, To your colors we’ll be true. THE GOLDEN-ROD 31 Athletics BASKETBALL, 1921 The 1921 basketball season has been concluded,� with Coach Clark and the team wholly satisfied. Quincy High won five out of eight games, being defeated twice by the strong Boston College High five, and once by Chelsea. In considera- tion of the fact that Quincy High has not been represented by a school team for three years, this season’s record has been a most successful one. A great deal of credit is due to Mr. Clark, the coach, and Mr. Xissen,' the trainer, for the team’s showing. Captain Ira Jenkins played excellent basketball throughout the season, and proved himself one of the best backs in Greater Boston. Larry Leavitt’s was the team’s high point scorer, with Jenkins a close second. William Houlihan shot all fouls for the team and had an average of eight out of ten. Donald Bennett jumped center in fine style, and on account of his height was responsible for more than one goal. The prospect of a team next year is very bright, as there is plenty of material in the school. With such boys as List- man, Maskieliesom, Neal, Nelson, and MacQuarrie, Coach Clark should have another winning team next season. It would be a great stimulus to basket- ball in the school if Quincy could manage to form a League, consisting of the high schools on the South Shore. Why not try it? Season’s Record Quincy 25 Thayer 14 Quincy 39 Weymouth 36 Quincy 30 Alumni 14 Quincy 22 W eymouth 8 Quincy 9 B. C. High 36 Quincy 24 Thayer 14 Quincy 20 B. C. High 22 Quincy 17 Chelsea 21 BASEBALL 1921 To Coach Mitchell’s first call for can- didates for the ball team, over forty boys responded. Four of these were veterans. Houlihan, Hannon, Durgin, and Good- hue, all being letter-men. Owing to weather conditions the squad was not called out for practice until April 11. -Manager John Miller arranged the fol- lowing schedule of games: April 14—Hingham at Quincy - April 19—Thayer at Thayer April 22—Milton at Milton April 26—Melrose at Melrose April 30—Dorchester at Quincy May 13—Brockton at Brockton May 17—Thayer at Quincy May 20—Rockland at Quincy May 2A—Rockland at Rockland May 27—Milton at Quincy May 30—Alumni at Quincy June 3—No. Attleboro at Quincy June 7—Brockton at Quincy June 10—Weymouth at Weymouth Quincy 3—Thayer 4 The Quincy High nine met its first de- feat of the season at the hands of Thayer Academy, 4 to 3. Thayer scored once in the first inning, and again in the second. In the “lucky seventh” Quincy evened matters up, Davis and Guinan both scor- ing on Houlihan’s double. In the eighth inning MacQuarrie succeeded in scoring on a hit by Hughes. Then came that disastrous ninth inning. With two down, Wentworth succeeded in reaching first base, he stole second, and evened matters up on an error. A second error allowed MacDonald to score and win the game for Thayer. Houlihan pitched well for Quincy, but was not given the proper support by the team. 32 THE GOLDEN-ROD W entworth and Higgins, Quincy High School graduates, were the stars for Thayer. Interclass Track Meet On Wednesday, April 27, the track men from the three upper classes assem- bled at the Oval to engage in a track meet. The Juniors were represented by eight men, the Seniors by four, and the Sophomores by two. Dodge was the star of the meet, scoring 22 points. Brown scored 12 points for the Seniors. The results: Juniors 45; Seniors 25; Sopho- mores 2. Events: 100 yds.—(1st) Dodge, J.; (2nd) Crotty, J.; (3rd) MacDonald, S. Time, 11 seconds. 220 yds.—(1st) Crotty, J.; (2nd) Dodge, J.; (3rd) MacDonald, S. Time 25 3 5 seconds. 440 yds.—(1st) White, J.; (2nd) Dodge, J.; (3rd) Reed, J. Time, 1 min- ute, 3 seconds. 880 yds.—(1st) Miller, S.; (2nd) Whittam, J.; (3rd) MacMahon, J. Time, 2 minutes, 19 seconds. Mile run—(1st) Richmond, J.; (2nd) Brown, S.; (3rd) Miller, S. Time, 5 minutes 28 seconds. Shot Put—(1st) Leavitt, S.; (2nd) Dodge, J.; (3rd) Brown, S. Distance, 31 ft., 6 3 4 in. Running Broad Jump—(1st) Brown, S.; (2nd) Dodge, J.; (3rd) Maskielieson S. Distance, 17 ft., 1 in. Running High Jump—(1st) Dodge, J.; (2nd) Brown, S.; (3rd) Heap, S. Height, 4 ft., 11 in. Starter, Mr. Thomson; judges: Mr. Jewell, Mr. Webb, Mr. Nissen. Track After a lapse of three years Quincy High will again be represented by a track team. Mr. Ball is acting as Coach and under his guidance a strong track team will be developed. There is a wealth of track material in the school and a little training and hard practice will produce a winning team. Richman was elected captain of the team and MacDonald, manager. Meets are to be held with Thayer Academy, Winthrop High, Dor- chester High, and Revere High. The dates have not been settled upon yet. In the shorter dashes, Quincy is well represented by Dodge, Crotty, MacDon- ald, and White. In the middle distance runs, White, Dodge, Reed, Miller, Whit- tam, and MacMahon show fine form. In the mile run Quincy will be repre- sented by three clever track men: Capt. Richman, Brown, and John Miller, all of whom can run the distance in five min- utes. Tennis Tennis has been revived at Quincy High this spring, and a tennis team will again represent Quincy High on the courts. The squad has been working daily under the watchful eye of Coach Jewell. The school is very fortunate in having Mr. Jewell to coach the team, as he thor- oughly understands the game. The team consisting of Capt. Blake, Leavitt, Brown, and Cole promises to give its opponents a merry battle. Matches have been scheduled with English High, Huntington, and Thayer Academy. Donald Davis, Athletic Editor. Mr. Thomas: “How do you get starch from corn?” Dodge: “Squeeze it.” Physics instructor: “Define Boyle’s Law as to originality.” Pupil: “Under constant temperature the force is proportionately irrational.” English teacher to Hamilton: “Can you explain romantic element? Mr. Akin says you ought to be able to.” THE GOLDEN-ROD 33 Exchanges In this, the last issue of the Golden Rod, we wish to take the opportunity of thanking the Exchanges for their splen- did co-operation throughout the year. Quite a number of new magazines have come to us during the last or month or so, which, like our “old friends,” have been both enjoyable and helpful. We sincerely hope that the schools, now on our Exchange List, will desire to re- new acquaintances next year, while new ones will be heartily welcomed. We gratefully acknowledge the follow- ing magazines received since the last issue of the Golden Rod: “The Rutherfordian,” Rutherford High School, Rutherford, X. J. “About St. Agnes,” Academy St. Ag- nes, Albany, N. Y. “The Spectator,” Chicopee High School, Chicopee, Mass. “The Polytechnic,” Rensselaer Poly- technic Institute, Troy, X. Y. “The Enterprise,” Belmont Junior High School, Belmont, Mass. “Syracuse Daily Orange,” Syracuse, N. Y. “The Proviso Pageant,” Proviso Town- ship High School, Maywood, 111. “The Register,” Rindge Technical School, Cambridge, Mass. “The Brewster,” Brewster Free Acad- emy, Wolf boro, X. H. “Blue and Gold,” Malden High School, Malden, Mass. “Upsala Gazette,” Upsala College, Kenilworth, N. J. “Industrial School Magazine,” Golden, Col. “ I he Aegis,” Beverly High School, Beverly, Mass. I he Student,” The English High School, Providence, R. I. “The Argus,” Gardner High School, Gardner, Mass. “The Beacon,” Gloucester High School, Gloucester, Mass. “The Enterprise,” Roxbury High School, Roxbury, Mass. COMMENTS “The Rutherfordian,” Rutherford High School, Rutherford, N. J.: Your magazine surpasses, in complete- ness, all those that we have so far re- ceived. A staff that gets out such a paper certainly deserves praise. “The Spectator,” Chicopee High School, Chicopee, Mass.: 'Fhe cover design for the March issue certainly is attractive. Why not devote a corner at least to Exchange news: “The Aegis,” Beverly High School, Beverly, Mass.: The Science Editorial on Radium is very interesting. “A Deed of the Xorth” is well written. A larger Joke Column would add more “pep” to your magazine. “The Enterprise,” Belmont Junior High School Belmont, Mass.: Your editorials are well written. How- ever, we think a few more jokes could be added to the Joke Column. “The Rindge Register,” Cambridge, Mass.: We have enjoyed your magazine a great deal during the year, and hope that the friendship may be renewed next year. “The Argus,” Gardner High School, Gardner, Mass.: We received your magazine through a friend, and upon reading it over, find that it is quite complete in every detail. We especially like your literary department. “The Beacon,” Gloucester High School, Gloucester, Mass.: We, of Quincy High School, were both interested and glad to read of the dedi- cation of an issue of your magazine, to Miss Sicbcrt, who was formerly a mem- ber of our faculty. Among the magazines received. And they’re both large and small, We hope we’ve not offended A single one at all. Ruth Bishop, Exchange Editor. 34 THE GOLDEN-ROD Alumni Notes 1912 The engagement of Samuel Prout and Gladys Kehew, of Somerville, was re- cently announced. 1913 Ed Brown, a graduate with this class, and also a graduate of the University of Syracuse, now has a position in Canada in a pulp and paper mill. While at Syra- cuse, Mr. Brown played on the football and baseball teams, winning a cup for the highest batting average. Recently he spoke on a “Message from the Wilds” at an athletic dinner at Syracuse. 1915 Paul Larkin is captain of the Lehigh University baseball team. 1916 The engagement is announced of Carl W. Pierce, a graduate with this class, to Mary Beryl Goddard of Rockford, 111. Mr. Pierce is to graduate from the Chicago College of Osteopathy in June. Miss Goddard is a sophomore at the same college. Annie Jenkins recently announced her engagement to Wallace Kemp. Henry Erickson graduates from M.I.T. in June. J. Hilton Marr graduates from Har- vard in June. 1917 John Cummings and Russell Johnson are graduating from M.I.T. in June. Henry Peterson graduates from Brown in June. Dorothy Russell is teaching at the Montclair School. Percy Jenkins is captain of the Har- vard Ereshman Baseball Team. 1919 Arthur Nicol is playing center field on the M. A. C. Baseball Team. Robert Barrows is playing short stop on the same team. Dorothy McLennan is going out for “Track” at Simmons. Margaret Dahlen has moved to Worth- ington, Minn, where her father has taken a parish. Marjorie Cole is studying at the School of Fine Arts, Crafts, and Decorative De- sign in Boston. Mary Olillo has a position as a stenog- rapher at the Library Bureau in Cam- bridge. Mildred Gcddes, who is graduating this month from a two years’ course at Bradford Academy, is president of her class. Dorothy Prout, Alumni Editor. THE LESSON OF SPRING Down through the ages, sure, never failing, Into the future, endless as time, Comes each spring, glorious, birds always singing, Sending their message of Nature sublime. Leaves ever thrusting their green glow of beauty Out from the branches of slumbering trees. While each morn anew brings the fresh-fallen dew, And the odor of flowers, borne on the breeze. May not each one of us take inspiration From this mute toiling of Earth’s wonder sod? May we not listen, when, chance to be born again, Is given to all by a great loving God? Merrill C. Orswell, 1923. THE STREAM, THE SEA, AND THE OCEAN The little stream fell from the rock Into the mighty surging sea; The Ocean said: “0 little stream! Whatever do you want with me? ‘‘So big, so strong, so deep am I! You are so very, very small! I do not sec how you can be Of any worth or use at all.” The Streamlet to the sea replied: “One use I have, I dare to think. For I can give what you have not— A drop of water sweet to drink.” Esther Nilsen, 1921. DESIRE The men who all their lives do waste, Nor think nor want great things to taste, Make me desire to live my span In doing all, yea, all I can To give to men, as they go their way, A little joy to ease the day. And when I see how some forget All save themselves, a deep regret Comes to my heart, and also fear Lest I to the world should so appear. Paul Akin, 1921. THE GOLDEN-ROD 35 JUST FELICE Flushed and panting, Madame Bour- gois, prima donna danseuse of all Paris, entered her dressing-room and dropped into a large, comfortable chair. Outside she could hear the excited applause of the waiting audience. From a nearby room a young girl ap- peared, dressed in a wonderful ballet cos- tume of shimmering satin, half-hidden from view by a light robe thrown grace- fully over her shoulders. “Madame!” she cried, running to the older woman’s side. “Nothing, chcre,” the prima donna re- plied carelessly. “I have slightly injured my ankle, that is all, Felice—and I can’t dance again tonight,” she continued with a faint smile at her protege. “Madame, what shall you do?” The young girl ran to the stage entrance. “Oh, Madame, they are waiting for you—can’t I take your part? You have taught me all your dance,” she entreated. Madame Bourgois turned her dark head and looked at the young girl. Standing there, in the blaze of light from the chandelier, Felice made a wonderful picture. Her dark hair curled and waved around her small face, and large, black eyes made her plain features seem beau- tiful in the glowing light. Impatient applause came to them from the stage. Madame Bourgois could not find heart to refuse; she waved permis- sion, and Felice, with a flashing smile, was gone The stage was dimly lighted and the scenery dark. To Felice it was a bless- ing, for it hid her confusion and excite- ment and gave her courage. With a flourish, the orchestra started the first strains of the melody, and with renewed confidence Felice began to dance. Suddenly a blinding light seemed to en- fold her, and for a fleeting moment she was tempted to run off the stage. But she thought of her helpless friend who was depending upon her to save the day, and with a pirouette Felice was off into the dance. And she danced. Everywhere she could see admiring, bewildered eyes—even the manager, who stood in the wings, watched her wondcringly. Everyone seemed drawn into the maze of the dance, and Felice, flushed with excitement, led them on and on—the orchestra played madly, the wonderful colored lights thrown upon her making her resemble a beautiful green butterfly, so guickly did she flit across that flower-strewn stage! At last it was over; the music ceased, and, with a parting wave, she was gone. Mad applause seemed to tear down the roof of the great building. Calls for en- core! encore! echoed through the vast hall and bouquets of beautiful flowers were thrown on the stage. But Paris’ new prima donna, clasped tight in Ma- dame Bourgois’ arms, was exceedingly happy, and what went on outside did not trouble her in the least! Evelyn E. Faulds, 1922. MODERN DEFINITIONS Attic: The upper regions of a body, usually full of nothing, and surrounded by wood or any harder substance. Blocks (1) An article furnished by the school, which the pupil is to fill up; (2) an article furnished by the pupil, which the school is to fill up. Dome: A spherical object whose color fades with age and needs recovering. Ear-Muff: A head decoration prevalent among members of the Female Debat- ing Society (which embraces the world). Also the reason why so many women find the telephone service faulty. Guy: That which helps a post to stand up. Ink: Abbreviation for incomplete. Both give a black mark. Ivory: A substance needed in the games of pool, African golf, and football. Arthur Whitehead, 1921. 36 THE GOLDEN-ROD Jokes Probably Miss Hixon, after tasting alcohol made in chemistry class: “What makes it taste so mild, Mr. Thomas:” Mr. Thomas: “Well, it’s according to what you are used to.” Miss Dawes to Davis: “Give the figure of speech on the side board.” Davis, roosting on the desk behind, could sec no figure. Miss Dawes: “I don’t care for your figure.” Pupil: “Ulysses was a general in Julius Caesar’s time who had many peculiar ad- ventures during his trips from the fall of Troy.” Poor Fish Miss Donovan, reciting in English con- cerning an article on Secretary of Labor Davis: “Mr. Davis was born in Wales (Whales).” The Class Does Xot Believe It Bissctt (translating German): “The steps were on the stairs.” Mr. Thomas: “What arc the waters of the Seine River like:” Orswell: “They are insane (in Seine).” Miss Wood: “There are two reasons why you have not learned this. One is that you haven’t worked hard enough, the other is that I haven’t worked hard enough. Which is it.?” Damon: “Let’s toss for it.” Chemistry teacher (discussing alco- hol): “I don’t see why you boys can’t keep quiet, the subject is interesting enough.” We ask what he means. Mr. Xissen: “Right face. Dumbells, forward march.” The whole class marched. Miss FitzGerald (to pupils looking out of window at smoke): “Don’t worry, as far as I can sec there will be no terrible conflagration. Furthermore, if you die you will have the gratification of knowing I will die also.” Osgood (translating German sentence for: “Your face looks familiar”): “I have met your face before.” Beale (discussing a sentence with de- ductive reasoning): “The man died be- cause he drank deductive reasoning.” Milton must have been thinking of the 20th century when he wrote about the watery bier. Line 12, Lycidas. Ropes to Miss Dawes (during discus- sion on afternoon walks, gave the follow- ing illustration): “If a person went walking with you they would likely have a wonderful time.” Ropes (in reference to moving picture entitled, “Dead Men Tell Xo Tales”): “Of course dead men have no tails.” Miss Dawes: “Do you think Milton would enjoy the movies more at twenty- five than at fifty:” Akin: “Oh yes, he was blind at fifty.” Miss Zeller: “Is McCue coming to school anymore:” Class: “No.” Miss Zeller: “Doesn’t he work in some store in the Square:” Laverty: “No, he is exposed to work.” Chemistry teacher: “Notice the color of this liquid, it is colorless.” THE GOLDEN-ROD 37 Akin, discussing drunkenness: “Liquor affects different people in different ways. It makes some mad and some happy.” Mr. Burt (in English history): “Miss Schools, what have we in our country equal to the English borough?” Miss Schools: “Braintree.” Can You Imagine This? (Sentence written by one of our bril- liant authors in an Outside Reading Test): “The book was r it ten ...” Evidently the author of the above in- tended to give his real opinion of the book. It can be done. Change the i to o, and O-O-Oh! Miss Douglas (teaching the proper spelling of “cemetery”): “They’re all in Vs’ and not in Vs’.” Miss Temple (reading theme, then tell- ing of horse rounding curve): “George, the horse, turned the curve on one wheel.” “Everybody take his seat,” exclaimed the teacher. “Some job, they are fastened,” mur- mured someone. But Nelson took his in the office. English teacher (attempting to illus- trate how the word “lovable” was mis- spelled, and writing on the board): “Love.” Then turning to class and say- ing: “Now here is a word that seems to bother a lot of people.” We’ll say it is. Miss Douglas: “Here is a phrase some- one used on his paper, and I fully agree with him . . . ‘I didn’t no much—’ ” Evidently he didn’t. Latest addition to the list of “Tercen- tenary Reading”—Pilgrim’s Progress! Did it tell much about the landing of the Pilgrims? George A. Goodhue, Joke Editor. 38 THE GOLDEN-ROD OPPORTUNITIES OF YOUTH Now listen, friends, and I will tell The story of two boys I knew; I'm sure twill serve my purpose well To make you think, and then to do. Each boy began with chance the same To gain a place of wide renown; Neither had to fame a larger claim; I present: Harry Smith and Jimmy Brown. Now Jimmy had his own idea Of what a happy life should be; He fooled and joked cv’ry school year: “Why ‘bone’ on that old junk?” said he. But Harr}-, in his quiet way, Took quite a different, better view; He had good times in youthful play. But did he neglect his studies, too? While Jimmy wasted hours away, Harry worked, and left no stone unturned; He realized that in study lay The secret of success, well-earned. Of course, the boys all called him “Grind,” Considered him so very queer; But lo! in twenty years we find Great changes in each boy’s career. Come, friends, with me for just one day To a manufacturing plant, well-known. Its profits large; I’ve heard men say It soon would all the world’s trade own. Its factories fine; the employees say With pride, and heads held way up high, “They can’t be beat, and, by the way, Neither can the Boss; he’s a regular guy!” Who is the “Boss”? Yes, you are right. It is the man who, when in school. Looked far ahead, used wise foresight Instead of trying to play the fool. Yes. he is rich, but, better still. He earned it all by honest means; Just study, grit, toil, and a will, The right idea when in his teens. And now I close. What’s that you say? “Where’s Jimmy Brown? Did he fare well?” Well, sad to state, poor Jimmy today Lacks knowledge, so has nought to sell. From place to place he restless goes. “This job’s no good. No time to kill.” Back and forth, like a leaf, he blows With the lightest wind, and is never still. Sometimes he states he never had A chance: it wasn’t he that ailed! But deep within, in moments sad. He knows the reason why he failed. Dear friends, we should, then, try to make Our lives a glorious, grand success; Let’s start anew, wrong ways forsake— Will it not lead to happiness? Merrill C. Orswell. jlgrfram Portraiture which imparts onefs personality is the kind we perfect in our studios. We are guided by artistic impulses; our oivn work shows it. 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