Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.

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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”

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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