Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 40 of the 1923 volume:

J. B. Mackenzie MOORHEAD’S SHOES are knoivn Jor their QUALITY, FIT and STYLE Our Summer stock is in now. We can give you the largest assortment of styles at prices from $5.00 to $9.00 for Young Men and Young Women in Quincy MOORHEAD’S SHOE STORE 1547 Hancock Street A Good Place to Buy Good Shoes Frank H. Foster Telephone Granite 4229 Mackenzie , foster Electrical Contractors EVERYTHING ELECTRICAL Fixtures and Supplies 3 CLIVEDEN STREET Motor Repairs QUINCY, MASS. WALKER Everything in Real Estate 91 Beale Street :: Wollaston Tel. Granite 1453 For Real Estate or Building Materials in this section Call South Shore Home Builders Real Estate Co. (Building Managers) 1359 Hancock Street Tel. Granite 4785 Quincy, Mass. r Northeastern University SCHOOL OF ENGINEERING ,=U MAKING A STADIA SURVEY. CLASS IN SURVEYING FIELD WORK NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY COURSES OFFERED The School of Engineering, Northeastern University, offers four-year college courses of study, in co-operation with engineering firms, in the following branches of engineering, leading to the Bachelor’s degree: 1. Civil Engineering 3. Electrical Engineering 2. Mechanical Engineering 4. Chemical Engineering REQUIREMENTS FOR ADMISSION Graduates of the Quincy High School who have included algebra to quadratics and plain geometry in their courses of study are admitted without examinations. EARNINGS The earnings of the students for their services with co-operating firms vary from $250 to $600 per year. APPLICATIONS An application blank will be found inside the back cover of the catalog. Copies will also be mailed upon request. These should be forwarded to the school at an early date. O CATALOG For a catalog or any further information in regard to the school, address CARL S. ELL, Dean SCHOOL OF ENGINEERING NORTH KA STER N I NIV ERSITY BOSTON IT. MASS. 1L, 30D O D OE Ube 0olben=1Roi Volume XXXIII April 3, 1923 No. 3 Cbc Solt en 1Ro£ published by the Address—The Golden-Rod PUPILS OF QUINCY HIGH SCHOOL High School : : Quincy. Mass. SEPTEMBER 1923 STAFF OF GOLDEN-ROD Editor-in-Chief.............Walter Blake Literary Editor............Helen Campbell News Editor.........................Hilmer Alquist Alumni Editor................Edna Abbiatti Exchange Editor....................Harriet Palmer Athletic Editor.....................Rachel Sampson Jokes Editor........................Oliver Merrill BusinsssManager. .Laurence Whittemore Circulation Mgr.............James Keating Ass't Circulation Mgr....Alfred Houston Advertising Mgr............... Ethel Darr Ass't Advertising Mgr...Bertram Barrows “ “ “ Elizabeth Smith “ “ “ ...Agnes MacPhillips School Spirit In a talk to the students of the school at a recent assembly, Mr. Collins spoke of the lack of interest in studies. Never before, he said, during the time in which he had been connected with the school, had there been such a lack of interest in studies, or, as a consequence, such an appalling array of failures. In view of this, it would seem that it behooves some of us to awake, as it were, to the con- dition of affairs in the school. It is, of course, generally conceded that the curri- culum of a school holds a place of minor importance in its daily life, but, in spite of this, a little attention to it, now and then, would surely not harm either it or us. We have thought so much about school spirit in connection with athletics, that we have forgotten the other ways in which it may be applied. The good repu- tation of the school should be a matter of personal responsibility for everyone of its members, yet if such poor records of scholarship are constantly going forth, it will take but a short time to ruin that reputation. You who have no interest for yourselves in your studies, take a little for the sake of your school, lest its repu- tation for scholarship become as bad as its reputation for athletics is good. 4 THE GOLDEN-ROD SCHOOL SPIRIT ONCE MORE The baseball manager has sent out a request for school cheers and songs for the coming season. Already there have been distributed to the school pamphlets containing some Quincy cheers and songs, but new and better ones are wanted. If you are a poet let a few stanzas of song flow from your pen, or, if you happen to be just a common rhymer, grind out a few words of cheer. TO THE FRESHMEN Owing to the division of the school into two entirely separate parts, you live practically out of touch with the main body of the school, consisting of the three upper classes. Because of this condition, there is danger of your thinking that you are a complete unit in yourselves and not part of the larger organization of Quincy High School. Your school paper is one of the best means of keeping in touch with the school. If it seems to contain too little of your doings, remember that you are the newest and smallest part of the school and that your time will come later. Remember, too, that you will someday have the management of the school paper placed in your hands, and will then wish heartily for the support and co-operation of the freshmen, just as we do now. Every school activity needs all the support of every member of the school. It is both your duty and your privilege to assist in the life of the school, and we, of the upper classes, hope you will not fail to do so. LATE When you hurry along and your trolley is late, And you're due at school at quarter-past eight. And you stand on the curb and worn and wait. Oh! it's a terrible feeling! Then you dash off the trolley and rush up the street. And you turn as you spy a good friend, whom you greet, Just then a truck splashes mud o’er your feet. Oh! it's a terrible feeling! You get to the door, a-gasping. at last. You grab hold of the knob, and look through the glass: You rush up the stairs to room twenty-eight. 'You feel so fagged out that you're like a dead weight. And you find that it's just sixteen minutes past eight, Oh! it's a terrible feeling! 1. Hadley, Sepc., '25. POINTS TO OBSERVE Don't put off till tomorrow things you can do today. Don't let things just slide along a careless, sloppy way, Don't think you can just “skin” through without a bit of work, For that's been tried by others,” (and it doesn t always work). So plug away, and day by day you’ll get a little better,” Don't mind the talk” of the rcg'lar guy” who says you are a quitter. And when you pass with the best of the class, and it's time to graduate, Just look back at the rcg'lar guy” who’s peeping through the gate. Ron ald Woodamax, Feb, '26. 1 Rose? Betty Wilson had been left an orphan at the age of eight, when her mother and baby sister had been lost in a ship wreck on their way to France. Betty had inherited an immense fortune, and after her graduation from college she decided to take a trip to France, for she was often lonely in the great house of which she was mistress. When she arrived in Paris, she spent some months wandering about the places of amusement, and the historical sections of the beautiful city. Then, feeling lone- some, she decided to look for a com- panion. Many young girls applied for the posi- tion, and in the end she chose a pretty, bright-eyed girl of seventeen who was different from the typical, excitable French girl. She was very quiet, this fair-skinned Madeliene. Her parents she explained, lived in the suburbs of Paris. They did not wish her to work, but she felt she was too much of a burden on them in their old age, for they were not very well off. They had always given her everything, had struggled to send her through one of the best Lycees—now she wished to repay them a little if she could. Betty became very fond of pretty little Madeliene. One day Madeliene came hurrying to Betty, holding a paper in her hands and exclaiming: “Oh! Mees Betty, regard ez-la-look! la guerre! the war! Eet ees begun, enfin, what?” Betty took the paper exxcitedly, and saw that it was true—France was at last engaged in war with Germany! “Cette guerre est mouvaise!” exclaimed Madeliene, “I must go to my parents. Je ne veux pas d’aller—I do not wish to leave you—But oh, peut-etre, you come too? Please, Mees Betty, please do!” Betty, after her first surprise, agreed to accompany Madeliene home. The next evening they arrived at Made- liene’s house—a typical French building, almost entirely hidden behind a big stone wall. As in most of the yards of these houses, there was a large garden, through which led a walk to the house—But this garden! It was the loveliest that Betty had ever seen. The place abounded in roses, roses of all colors and kinds. There were other flowers, too, but it seemed as if whoever had planned this exquisite gar- den had been very fond indeed of roses. Betty managed to gasp, “Oh! how i lovely.” Madeliene smiled and replied, “Oui, mon pere et moi, oh—we think so. Comme je suis content! happy, yes, oh so happy to be home encore.” They were welcomed by Madelienc’s parents, who. if they were surprised to sec Betty, did not show it, and bade her welcome in true French fashion. During her long stay, Betty was treated very kindly, and could not have wished for a better companion than Madeliene. At times, though, Betty was puzzled. Madclicne’s parents spoke nothing but French, yet when she or Madeliene spoke in English they seemed to understand perfectly. There was also in the house a room which was always locked, in 6 THE GOLDEN-ROD which Madeliene’s father spent a great deal of time. Betty wondered, too, why Madcliene often wandered in the garden of roses, and returned looking so wistful. But before any of these things were ex- plained America entered the war, and Betty left this wonderland of roses for a very different scene, a grim and hor- rible scene, to nurse in one of the hos- pitals only a short distance behind the firing lines. Madcliene went, too, al- though Betty had objected at first. feelr ing she was not old enough. � One day a larger number of wounded soldiers than usual was brought in, among them several who had been badly gassed. Betty was very busy when Madcliene came excitedly to her and said: “Oh! Betty! I don’t know what to do! There’s one boy there—in American uni- form—he won’t keep still. He keeps muttering about Rose—and if he doesn’t —the doctor said his recovery depended on his keeping still—W hat shall I do?” Betty went to the restless boy, and found him tossing and turning, mutter- ing somethin� about Rose. Betty tried everything she could think of to quiet him, and finallv he dropped off to sleep, much to the delight, but wonder of Betty, who was never able to tell how she finally quieted him. When he awoke Betty was there, and catching sight of her, he smiled. During the long weeks that it took him to recover, Betty was often with him. Physically, he was improving rapidly, mentally—he appeared normal enough, and was very intelligent, but one thing troubled the doctors—he could remember nothing that had happened before he was wounded, not even his name, which they had no way of finding out, as there was no identification tag on him when brought to the hospital. Betty strove in vain to lift the darkness which seemed to cloud his past. One day, thinking of when he had been delirious, she mentioned “Rose,” and asked if he could remember anyone of that name. He tried to think, but finally replied, “Rose?—no, perhaps it was but a dream, perhaps not. Anyway,” he ended, with a good natured laugh, “I’m beginning to think I must be someone else instead of myself—whoever I am.” Thus it happened that when Buddy, as the nurses called him, was able, Betty took him for his first out door walk. On the way back he had to stop and rest. As they sat together, Betty thought he was acting very queerly. He seemed to be thinking very hard, perhaps of the front line trenches, or some battle he had been in, for every few moments he shud- dered. Finally he broke the silence by saying: “It is getting dark, we’d better be go- ing.” Then, after hesitating a moment, he continued, “I suppose I’m foolish, but something seems to tell me there is dan- ger near, for I have the same queer sensation that came to me before I was wounded. If anything should happen, if we shouldn't get back, I’d like you to know how much I love—” A blinding flash followed, the earth shook, rocks and dirt flew in all direc- tions, and Betty and Buddy did not con- tinue on their way back to the hospital. For some time confusion reigned in the hospital. Every nerve was on edge, wait- ing for another explosion. A French offi- cer came riding in, and told them that a bomb had been dropped by a German air- ship, probably intending to hit the hos- pital. The plane had been brought down by French machine guns, and there was no longer any danger. After this peace once more settled in the hospital. Madeliene was the first to notice the absence of Betty and Buddy, and, greatly alarmed, she ran to tell the head nurse. A search was at once made, and when everyone was about ready to give up, Madeliene found them, lying side by side about fifty feet from where the bomb had landed. They were carried back to the hospital, where it was found Betty’s arm was broken, and she was suffering from a severe wound in the head. The recks had also done their damage to Buddy. When they were at last restored to consciousness it was found that they were in a very nervous condition. After a consultation with Madeliene, the doc- tors decided to send them to her home, to recover in that wonderland of roses. Madcliene was given a leave of absence, THE GOLDEN-ROD 7 and when Betty and Buddy were able to be moved, Madeliene accompanied them to her home, to act as nurse until they were entirely better. Soon Betty and Buddy were able to walk in the garden. As the days passed slowly by, Betty began to be puzzled as she had been before she had left this land of roses. Buddy—he acted queerest of all. When he passed the room which was always locked he would stop and sniff, and then look puzzled. One day, as he and Betty were passing this room on their way to the garden, he stopped suddenly, sniffed—grasped the amazed Betty by the arm, and very ex- citedly exclaimed: “Rose! Rose! Now I know! Rose perfume!” Before astonished Betty could find an answer to this startling outbreak, he con- tinued: “My name is Bob—Robert Channing. My father is a New York dealer in per- fumes. Rose perfume—” At this interesting point, he was inter- rupted by the opening of the door of the locked room and Madeliene’s father fairly bursting out. With him came the most exouisite cdor of roses. “I’ve got it! I’ve got it! At last I’ve got it!” he exclaimed, rushing out to where Madeliene and her mother were picking roses in the garden. Betty stood speechless, not even won- dering to hear him speak in English. If he had suddenly soared into the air, and had blown into the garden, Betty, at this point, would not have been surprised or thought it out of the ordinarv. Mechan- icallv she followed him and Buddy to the garden. There, in due time, explanations were given. Madcliene’s father, an American scien- tist, bv the name of White, had been em- ployed by the Robert Channing Co., some twenty years before, to duplicate a rose perfume, the inventor of which had died without telling anyone his method of mak- ing it. A rival concern had offered bribes, and when Mr. White had refused, they had tried other methods, until to be able to work without being disturbed, he and his wife had gone to France. When they had been there long enough to get a good idea of the French language and customs they had settled down in this house to work, and to be known by the neighbors as a French family. Mr. White had never communicated with the Robert Channing Co., wishing to wait until he could bring them the much desired per- fume. Buddy, it seemed, was Robert Chan- ning. Jr. His father had shown him some of the precious perfume, and after one smell which he had never forgotten, he had decided to make a search for Mr. White, in hopes of finding, and being able to put the perfume on the market. He had afterwards gone to war, where he had received the wound which had blotted his memory. At this point, Betty glanced for the first time at Madeliene, and uttered a scream. “That locket!” she cried. “It is just like one my mother had!” “Your mother!” exclaimed Mr. White and his wife. “Yes! Yes!” cried Betty, “Mv sister was wearing it when they left for France.” “Your sister! then—then Madeliene is your sister! For she is not our own daughter, as we have given everyone to understand. When our boat was wrecked, a woman with a beautiful baby was one of the few saved with us. From the shock of it all, the woman went crazy, and in her delirium entrusted the baby to us. Shortly after she died, and we had no means of finding out who she was, the only clew being this locket. When Made- liene, as we named the baby, was old enough we told her, and gave her the locket. She has never worn it until today, fearing to lose it, as the chain was very ' frail. But a few weeks ago we sent it to a jeweler who strengthened the chain— and r day it came through the mail—how odd that it should have come today!” Thus it was that when Betty returned tv) America, her sister, Pauline, and her foster parents accompanied her. As for Bob Channing—he finished the proposal which had been so abruptly cut off, when he was known only as “Buddv,” and wired to his anxious father that he was at last returning home, bringing with him the long-sought-for rose perfume, and the most precious rose of all for a daugh- ter-in-law. Mabel Guilhop, February, ’25. 8 THE GOLDEN-ROD Tbe Scales of Life Dizzily drove the snow, down, down, down; down on houses where young folks romped and laughed; down on small shacks where scraggly, pale-cheeked peo- ple huddled around a fire of gasping sticks; down on big stores where gorgeous things were displayed; down on small, dingy, back streets; down on Life! Through the slushy streets people crowded and pushed, smiled and frowned, sang and growled, many not thinking at all of other people’s troubles, but merely of getting home with packages and good- ies, home to warm fires, and eager, ex- pectant kiddies. “Buy paper, Sir: Buy paper for—” At this moment the speaker was rudely knocked off the sidewalk almost beneath the wheels of a large touring car. Speak- er: Indeed, he could scarcely be called that, because the word always makes one think of a “well-satisficd-with-myself” looking politician, and Patsy was just an under-sized, thin, scrawny, little chap with questioning brown eyes, a rather thin, freckled nose, and a mouth which was usually drawn into a straight line of determination. But. above all, Patsy had a heart beneath his worn little jacket big enough to hold all his own troubles, which were many, and those of all whom he knew besides. If the sentence could have been fin- ished, he would have said. “Buy a paper for Lily, Sir?” But as the man didn’t hear the name “Lily,” why of course he wouldn’t buy a paper. So thinking, poor little Patsy picked himself up and dashed into the crowd again. Lily was his dear baby sister, hardly eight years old. and. as Patsy was her guardian, he kept them both alive by selling papers and shining shoes. She was very much like a lily: so pure and waxen, with golden fluffy hair, thin deli- cate hands perfectly shaped, and deep blue eyes like shining mirrors that re- flected each sorrow and pain in her heart. It was no wonder that Patsy loved her. Everyone did. Very often the cruel neigh- bors told Patsy that he wouldn’t have her long because she was too good for this earth of sin. Bravely, the boy did his best, little realizing that his beloved sis- ter was breathing more and more slowly at the moment that he was almost run over. Oh! If he had known, he would have been but too glad to go with her, for Lily was the only thing that God had given him to make life bearable. Many times the boy was banged and cursed, many times roughly stepped on. One man. upon hearing the name Lily, cackled. “What d’yer think this is, kid, Easter?” And pinching Patsy’s cold little nose, he pushed him out of the way. His eyes burning with tears, Patsy ac- costed another man, who swore at him, and with a sweep of his arm knocked the waif into the street for the second time. But now a passing automobile mercifully brought surcease. Life went out as Patsy murmured “Lily” with his last breath. Xo one cared. Why should anyone? The following day was a holiday, and what good times it would bring! So all heed- lessly passed on, absorbed in thoughts of oming pleasure. Life is an evenly balanced pair of scales; for each joy there is some time a sorrow, for each song some time a tear. Surely, the scales must tip on the sorrow side at such times as this. Though every- one seems happy, what does this joy amount to? Only a glittering pin, or a stick of striped peppermint candy; only a passing gleam, soon to be forgotten. If we could remember that real happiness comes by doing small things to make others happy, and doing them not with cur hands, but with our hearts, how much we might help to tip the scales on the side of joy! Mabel Clark. THE GOLDEN-ROD 9 A Fugitive frorr) Justice Far off in the distant horizon a faint gleam of the rising sun appeared in the gray sky—it was dawn. The dew sparkled like brilliant diamonds on the soft green moss in the shady woods. The sleepy violets opened their blue eyes to greet the morning sun. and the tall daisies swayed their graceful heads in the gentle breeze. Emerald-green vines lay dormant in the bed of a tranquil shallow pool, while a lone frog on the bank gave forth an un- melodious note, rendering to his Maker the best he had. The twittering of the birds was broken frequently by the early song of a robin red-breast. A pearly- gray squirrel darted swiftly here and there, gathering nuts. A blessed peace- fulness had settled like a mantle on the enchanting spring beauty of the silent woods—it was, indeed, God’s handicraft. The rustic of leaves, the crackle of twigs, and the huge bulk of a burley man made a zigzag path among the sheltering trees. Who was the unwelcome stranger? He was a rugged man, with hair clipped short, and a lean, bronzed face covered with a shaggy beard of two days’ growth. His course hands and stubby fingers were scarred and scratched. In his drab shirt, threadbare and collarless, his dun- colored trousers torn by the brambles and thorns of unruly bushes, he seemed the very embodiment of lawlessness, as he moved hurriedly along, crushing the frail violets under his thick-soled boots, and continually looking back with anxious, furtive eyes. A solemn hush fell on the atmosphere. The birds stopped chirping. The squir- rels stopped scurrying about, and, cocking their furry heads on one side, watched the intruder intently. From a heavy cloud trailing across the rosy sky a de- pressing drizzle settled on the earth. The rush of footsteps and the hum of low masculine voices broke the stillness. Cries of discovery, the sharp report of a gun, then—the sickening dull thud of a bullet reaching home. The huge man fell in a pitiful heap on the ground, clutching fiercely at his throat. He lay twitching and struggling for a moment. An ex- pression of repentance took the place of the hunted look in his eyes. “Oh God. be merciful to me, a sinner,” he mur- mured weakly through white, parched lips. Warm crimson blood flowed on the cool moss—and the man lay still. Priscilla De Coste, September, ’23. Reflections I. Ye Orbs that shine in Infinite space. As I look back on eons which ye appraise As milestones in the progress of your path . How infinitely small doth Man appear. What a mote in the colossal scheme of God: Set wandering by His express command. Who held ye in the hollow of his hand. Ye. that were there when earth was not. Who still your changeless orbits will pursue When earth, and sun, and moon, dissolved Return unto the state wherein they first began; And Man, in the image of his Maker formed. Has vanished from the common ken of things: Then do I wonder whether He Who from His throne above, directs your ways, Tenantlcss. will He let ye put behind The crowding years that arc to you and Him As a wave crest upon the Sea of Time? H. Heart swelled with pride, and still unsatisfied With Fortune’s off'rings, far beyond my needs. I walked along past orchard, field and stream. Unheeding, self-absorbed, the pinking buds. The flowering fields, the tuneful chorusing Of meadow lark and robin, red of breast. As thus I wandered, blind to Nature’s charms, I chanced upon a tree long since decayeJ, And leaning ‘gainst its ancient, time-worn trunk. 1 fell into a sea of selfish dreams. How long 1 thus remained, what time had passed I cannot tell; but suddenly I heard Above my head the crystal, flute-like tones Of meadow thrush resounding clear and sweet. Soon followed by an answer far away. “Doubtless his mate responds.” thought I. And, turning slowly. I beheld a boy, Barefoot, sun-tanned, between whose puckered lips Came forth the liquid, flute-like tones. While thus bird answered boy, and boy the bird, Until the notes were lost far down the field. I slow retraced my steps, my dreams forgot. My heart astir with longings new and vague. Eli Riciiman. Feb., 1924. 10 THE GOLDEN-ROD Tbe Te se The tease, according to Webster, is one who vexes or irritates another person by petty requests. Who hasn’t been the victim of one of these infernal teases at least once in his life: When you were first learning to sit up as a baby, didn’t your brother or sister tease you with a cookie, or when you enjoyed sucking your thumb,didn’t someone tease you by pulling it out of your mouth just for the pleasure it gave her, and not because it was a bad habit that she was trying to eliminate: So it is all through childhood—continually you are teased. When you enter high school and meet some wonderful girl to whom you are attracted as a magnet attracts steel, you are teased about her by your chums at school. Even mother teases you by say- ing, “Such puppy love!” Your first love is soon over, and many more follow, but later, about your last year in high school, you meet some girl whom you could swear to stand by for life, and face the cruel world with all its cares together. You fall deeply in love with this pretty creature, and of course she allows you to, but soon you find she is a tease. She torments you by going out with other fellows, while you, devoted lover that you arc, stay at home thinking of the beloved lady. And that is not all, for she caps the cl max by tellng you what a perfectly wonderful time she had. You shout, “Oh death, where is thy sting?” If she would not tease you, she would be perfect, but if she did not tease you, what would take the place of her teasing: We learn in chemistry that nothing can be destroyed, which leads us to the con- clusion that it is best to endure teasing, for any substitute might be worse. William Hodgkin son, September, ’23. MV GARDEN’ Who’cl like lo coine to my garden. And see the flowers there? Who’d like to sec all my roses. And all my lilies fair? My garden is a lovely place: My true friends make it so. For they plant precious seeds for me. And I just make them grow. The sweetest flower that I have Is love’s own fragrant rose: Sincerity is a lily tall That in my garden grows. Goodwill is a shining buttercup. So bright in fields of green: The daisy stands for purity Wherever it is seen. Kind deeds, of course, are goldcnrod. Rich clusters on a stem; The lilac sweet is helpfulness. A worthy, purple gem. The violet is the thoughtfulness Of many friends of mine; While friendship true and steadfast is The clinging ivy vine. Who'd like to come to my garden, And see the flowers there? Who’d like to sec all my roses. And all my lilies fair? Mabel Guiliiop. Feb., ‘25. I WAS A GOOD CHILD ON THE WHOLE I killed our cat. Squashed him flat. Ditto to the old man’s hat. Yet I was a good child on the whole. I shinnied up many a tree, Wore out many a trouser knee. Also put snuff in grandpa’s tea. Yea. I was a good child on the whole. I ran away. Stayed all day. But 1 came back to hit the hay. Verily. I was a good child on the whole One day 1 stole my father’s pipe, For that. I was sick all night. Gee! my head was awful light. But I was a good child on the whole. My pop and I had many a row Because I refused darned good chow. But say. ain’t licorice the cat’s meow? Yet I was a good child on the whole. Now as my years increased. My boldness has indeed decreased. My everlasting tricks have ceased. Yet I was a good child on the whole. Wendell Bishop. THE GOLDEN-ROD 11 Lee F r s Sip The dense, wet fog that hung over Chinatown like a blanket, prevented any one from being comfortable. It was im- possible for one to keep one’s thoughts on all that was good in that dark, empty street, with only the sound of the cop’s footsteps that fell heavily on the dead air. Somewhere out in the world a clock struck eleven. The cop continued on his beat down the road which led to inner China- town. Here lived Lee Fang, a rich, influ- ential Chink of the underworld. He was thought to smuggle opium into his tea shop, but he had never been caught with the goods. It was the duty of Duncan, the voung, good-looking cop, to catch Lee Fang smuggling. More than once, when a cargo of tea came to the shop, did Duncan go in “just for a good cup of tea”; but really to investigate. Lee Fang had a daughter; that was the whole trouble. Loy was v.ery sweet and pretty as Chinese girls go, and Dun- can liked to have her sit across the table from him and pour his tea; she chattered with him and made him laugh, and he told her of the happenings on his beat. Loy worshipped Duncan and Fang knew this: Duncan was unaware of it. On this dark, foggy night, Duncan saw a cargo of tea being taken into the tea shop, so he dropped in for his tea. Near the doorway stood Fang and his daughter talking. “You do as I say, Loy; that man has ruined you and will ruin me,” Fang said threateningly to his daughter. “Father, no, no, not that, he is just good and kind to me!” cried Loy. Standing over her like an ugly demon, he hissed, “But me, me, what about me? If I am caught—” He stopped abruptly for Duncan had entered. “Hist, you Loy, do as I told you to,” was his warning as Duncan advanced. “Are you ready to pour my tea for me, little Loy?” asked Duncan laugh- ingly. “Oh, hello, Fang,” this dryly, “how is the tea business coming along? “As well as can be expected in such weather,” Fang replied, bowing low. “Come Loy get Duncan his tea and seat him where he can watch me!” This with a touch of dry humor. “Watch you, no, no, not to-night, Fang.” Loy led Duncan over to a table that was screened off from the rest and left him while she went out for his tea. After she had gone, Duncan thought, even on that dark, dreary night, in the dirty hole, it was good to be alive. Life was sweet. Life was not so sweet out in the back, for Fang was once more frightening Loy, but it was for the last time. “Oh, no, Little Loy,” said Fang, using the name Duncan called her, “it is all lixed, the tea. You may take it to your Duncan, and may there be a curse of all gods known and unknown on his soul!” “I am afraid, my father! please have pity,” sobbed little Loy. Fang pushed her out of the door with the tray in her hands. “Come, little Loy,” said Duncan. “What, do I see tears in your eyes?” “No,” said Loy softly, “I am not cry- ing.” Duncan stood up and took the tray from her and set it on the table. He watched Loy as she was drinking her tea; what a little, sad thing she was; he felt sorry for her and resolved to be kinder to her in the future. Loy was sipping her tea without looking up when an awful, sharp pang shot through her; she stood up, her face deathly white, gave Duncan one pitiful look, and with a moan sank to the floor. Duncan stood up; he felt dizzy. What had happened to Loy? Then it occurred to him, “Loy, Fang—Fang had thought!” “God,” he muttered thickly, and his head sank to his arm on the table. Fang, behind the screen, rubbed his hands together and went away chuckling; he had to make sure, so he had poisoned both. Duncan, the good, clean, great- hearted, Irish boy, and Loy, the sweet, wistful Chinese maid were dead. Somewhere out in the world a clock struck twelve, and the world went on un- mindful of Lee Fang’s sin. Ellen Pratt, September, ’24. 12 THE GOLDEN-ROD School New? On January 16, the whole school was given the opportunity to hear the well- known authority on birds and animals, Ernest Harold Baynes, through the in- vitation of the Thalia Club. After being presented by the President of the Club, Alice Goodhue. Mr. Baynes gave an illus- trated talk cn “Our Animal Allies of the World War.” The work accomplished by animals during the recent war was very interestingly presented by Mr. Baynes, who closed his lecture with the thought that even though the war has ceased, our debt to our animal allies has but started. The school greatly appreciates the club’s efforts in securing such a speaker. MOTHER’S DAY The Thalia Club continued its good work bv presenting the school with a beautiful piece of statuary on February- 15. The unveiling of this statue, “Diana of Versailles,” took place during the Mother’s Day entertainment. The after- noon opened with a reception in the school library in honor of the mothers of the club members. Later Miss Leamy gave a talk on her tour through Europe. The members sang their recently adopted Thalia Club song, the words of which were written by Harriet Couch and the music by Sarah Couch. Miss Bushnell was in charge of the afternoon’s program. Geraldine Hanson, Edna Abbiatti, Eliza- beth Brown, Edith Miller and Eleanor Di Panfilo also served on various commit- tees. ASSEMBLY After returning from a week’s vaca- tion, the pupils passed to the assembly hall on February 26, to hear a few re- marks by Mr. Collins. The pupils had the opportunity of seeing the gift of the Thalia Club, “Diana of Vers- ailles,” for the first time. The statue will, no doubt, occupy a prominent place in our new High School. Mr. Collins, voicing the sentiments of the Thalia Club, impressed upon the students the need of pictures, statutes, and other decorative pieces for the new building. JUNIOR-SENIOR DANCE The Junior-Senior dance took place in the school gym on February 9. In the hall, previous to the dancing, a musi- cal program was furnished by Bill Hodg- kinson, with his saxophone, and the Double Male Quartette. Fred Smyth’s Orchestra was responsible for the delight- ful music furnished in the gym for those wishing to dance. Both the dancing and entertainment were enjoyed by the large crowd which attended. Much credit is due those in charge of the decorations, for the pretty valentine decorations helped to make the dance one of the most suc- cessful of the season. SENIOR DRAMATICS It is a known fact that the play given each year is considered the best from the point of view of each Senior class, but from outside comments and remarks we can truly say that “The Day After” was a huge success. The play was well at- tended each night and the cast was en- thusiastically applauded at each perform- ance. Mr. Mitchell supervised the play and deserves the thanks of the whole school for the time and energy he spent in making the play what it was. GRADUATION The first February .class that Quincy High has ever known has passed on its way. The graduation exercises were held on January 25, in the school hall. Wil- liam C. Crawford, head of the Trade School, Boston, proved to be a very in- teresting speaker, and his talk was en- joyed by all who heard him. The Glee Club rendered a number of vocal selec- tions during the evening. Dr. Hunting, of the School Board, then presented the members of the graduating class with their diplomas. The graduates brought the exercises to a close by singing their class song. THALIA CLUB ar 14 THE GOLDEN-ROD CLASS ELECTIONS The following officers have been elected by the Class of September '24: President—Eliot Weil Vice-President—Geraldine Hanson Secretary—Mildred Wiley Treasurer—Clarence Nickerson The following by the Class of Febru- ary ’24: President—Alfred Houston Vice-President—Edith Miller Secretary—Clara Zottoli Treasurer—Bertram Barrows LIBRARY NOTES On February 16, the sixth period, Clar- ence Nickerson read Uncle Remus favor- ites to a group of pupils who thoroughly enioyed the old negro stories. The last period, March 16, the pupils of one of the Senior History classes con- ducted a current events hour. On March 16, the afternoon pupils lis- tened to the first of a series of readings of stories from the Iliad. Through the generosity of one of the teachers a prize has been offered to the person winning the greatest number of points in a wild flower contest. Points will be awarded on the same basis as they were last year. For the first secimcn of a flower cor- rectly identified—5 points. For the first specimen of a flower un- identified—3 points. For correctly identified specimens al- ready entered—2 points. It is planned to form a club for those interested in further studv of wild flowers in the vicinitv and for the promotion of wild flower conservation. Come to the library to hear more about it. Miss Coulman wishes to announce that she has the ct pies for the past few months of “The Gleam ” a small magazine de- voted to verse collected from the different seccndarv schorls throughout the coun- try. “The Gleam” also contains discus- sions on medern and standard verse writ- ten by Mr. Paul S. Nickerson and Dr. Percy W. I .eng respectively. The Feb- ruary number contains poems by two Quincy ITgh School pupils. Dorothy Briggs and Eli Richman. Ask to see a copy. BOOKS JUST ORDERED 'Making Your Camera Pay”—Davis Here is an up-to-the-minute book, tell- ing the amateur how to take the sort of photographs that have a market value and how to market them. “When the West Was Young”—Bechdolt This contains exciting and true tales of pioneer days and bandits. “Tales of Lonely Trails”—Zane Grey Interesting adventures in the Grand Canyon desert and Mountains of the great Southwest and experiences hunting turkeys and bears are included in this volume. “Captain Blood”—Sabatini Are you looking for a good tale of the sea with buccaneers and pirate ships? Try this. “1492”—Johnston This is a romantic tale of Spain at the time of Ferdinand and Isabella and the new world as first found by the white man. The story is told by a Spanish gentleman, who, to escape persecution at home, ships with Columbus on his first voyage and is closely associated with him. The plot abounds in dramatic interest. NEWS AROUND SCHOOL Mr. Mitchell certainly proved his abil- ity to coach any kind of a team from checkers to water polo by the outcome of Senior Dramatics. Good work, Mitch. “Tooie,” “Peanuts,” “Whitey.” Maskil- ieson has been rechristened “Checkers.” He has more names than the Prince of W ales. By the way, Tooie, who won the checker tournament? The Thalia Club and Mr. Collins have great hopes about receiving ornamental fixtures from graduating classes. No harm in hoping. W’ouldn’t it be nice if— The Alhambra sold season tickets at reduced rates? There were a hundred miles between every two seats? The lights never went on? Two could get in on one ticket? The show changed every day instead of twice a week? We could do our homework while at the Alhambra? THE GOLDEN-ROD 1 Hopor Roll Second Quarter Ending January 1923 February 1923 Highest Honors Joseph Cohen Harriett Couch Abraham Pactovis Martha Tikkanen Honors Gunhild Ahlstrom Tynne Flinch Edmund Johnson Lee Peterson John Reed Mary Shea Pauline Stein September 1923 Highest Honors Honors Edna Abbiatti Elizabeth Bean Ina Bain Helen Campbell Isabel Crane John Curry Alice Gocdspecd Vernon MacKcnzie Gracic Parmentcr February 1924 Highest Honors Honors Ermanno Basilio Sarah Couch Phyllis Mosman Gerald W alsh September 1924 Highest Honors Florence Butman jean Hepburn Ruth Hill Lucy Howe Anna Pavan Louise Thompson Mildred Wiley Honors Anne Blood Elizabeth Morey Blanche Mullaney Geraldine Olive Anna Palazzi Dorothy Simpson February 1925 Highest Honors Ernest Paige Alexander Souden Rachel Thomas Honors Evelyn Ambrose Helen Enquist Gunnar Gelotte John Kennedy Anna McGrane Beatrice Martineau Annie Ohman Irene Pemberton Ilmi Puskala Mary Savage September 1925 Highest Honors Honors Ralph Balch Mary Devine Virginia Carville Norman Earle Gertrude Fitton Helmi Flinck Agnes Fornell Fannie Goldner John Hofferty Impi Koski Sophie Marentz Edwin Milk Ruth O’Malley Barbara Walker Marion W right Alice Flaherty Veronica Gerrior Robert Hunter James Lane Alice Lewis Ruth McAllister Edna Shea Elizabeth Tower Eva Mattson era Persion February 1926 Highest Honors Abraham Kobrick Ethel Pierce Rachel Pyvny Margaret Savard Honors Robert Anderson Roger Bascom Helen Bates Bertha Bcaudette Herbert Card Eleanor Du ley George Felix George Fitzgerald Raymond Granai Gladys Malia Robert Manning Jean Morrison Arvo Nelson Annie Ramsay Stanley Spencer Mary Tower Americo Zacchine September 1926 Highest Honors Marion Burdette Riama Crawford Dorothy Hill Walter Honkonen Alfred Morse Edwin Scnnott Francis Smith Elizabeth Young II onors Guido Antonelli Evelyn Barron Porter Collins Arnold Cullman Peter Dcbes Helen Dcmary Arthur DiBona Fueetto DiBona Edwin Goodwin Evelyn Hanson Franklin Horton Clarice Newell Mary Parola Roger Pickering Esther Read Margaret Sullivan Kenneth W alker B sKet Ba.II - 1923 The 1923 basketball season opened with a rush. Coach Clark, however, received a handicap when several letter men failed to report. Out of thirty boys thirteen were picked. These were: Maskilieson, Listman, Jacobson. Olsen, Cole, allce, Sjorstrom, Anderson, Cliffe. Berman, Mil- ford, Thompson, Mowbray and Bassett. Cole was substituted for Guinan. who BRAINTREE 17; QUINCY 34 Quincy beat Braintree by a large mar- gin. At the end of the first half the score was 13-4 in Quincy's favor. Braintree was puzzled by our passing but in the last half ran their score to 17. Listman. Jacobson, and Maskilieson starred for Quincy. REX ERE 29; QUINCY 18 Quincy suffered defeat at the hands of Revere. Our boys were handicapped by the small gym. During the last half the first .string men were released, and the second team finished the game. STOUGHTON 26; QUINCY 30 Two days later our boys took the strong Stoughton team into camp. It was Quincy’s head work that enabled us to win. This game was one of the cleanest our boys have ever played. During the second half, things were breaking for Quincy when the referee’s whistle blew. ROCKLAND 23; QUINCY 22 Rockland has always had a strong team and this year was no exception. In the first half Quincy was asleep, but dur- ing the second half came to life and came within an ace of winning. played his last game for Q. H. S. against Braintree. Olson was given the other position as back. With Jacobson again playing center, and Listman and Maski- lieson, forwards, it looked like a promising season. Mr. Clark got his squad into shape, and the first game was played with Braintree, January 6, 1923. ABINGTON 27: QUINCY 30 This game was the fastest and cleanest played on Quincy’s floor this season. It was a nip and tuck affair from start to finish. Listman was shifted to center in place of Jacobson, while Thompson and MacLeod, who played forwards, put the game on ice for Quincy. WALPOLE 7; QUINCY 28 In a slow and uninteresting game Quincy beat Walpole. The game was marked with many poor passes on both sides. In the second half Coach Clark replaced part of the varsity team with second string men. SOMERX ILLE 17; QUINCY 16 Somerville won this game from Q. H. S. by hard and “heady” playing. Several times the score was tied, but our boys failed to get even with their opponents at the last of the game. ROCKLAND 17: QUINCY 14 Quincy played a splendid game con- sidering Rockland’s small gym. Listman and Jacobson played a fine game, while the backs helped to keep Rockland’s score down. BASKET BALL TEAM J. Reed, Mgr., Sjostrom, Jacobson, Mowbray, Milford, Clark, Coach Cole, Vallee’, Listmam, Anderson Maskilieson, Capt. 18 THE GOLDEN-ROD REVERE 15; QUINCY 29 Revere received a beating from Quincy on the home floor. The game was played at a furious pace and Quincy’s passing was excellent. Many clever passes on Reverc’s team were broken up by Cliffc, Cole, and Sjorstrom. Jacobson out- jumped the opposing center almost every time. Listman played a splendid game, while “Tooey” Maskilieson’s playing was a revelation, his fouls being almost per- fect. It was Quincy’s head work that netted us the game. MILTON ACADEMY 16; QUINCY 14 Milton Academy defeated Quincy by a close score. The gym at Milton was larger than the ordinary size and the boys were hindered, but in spite of this the Academy boys won by only one basket. STOUGHTON 15; QUINCY 28 Quincy pinned defeat once more on Stoughton. Next to the Abington game, this was the fastest and cleanest played on the gvm floor. Listman and Maski- liescn starred for Quincy. ABINGTON 28; QUINCY 14 Abingtcn administered a beating to the home team by superior skill. Maskilieson was unable to play on account of injuries. Yallee and Sjorstrom played well, while Mbi” Jacobsen was Quincy’s shining light. BRAINTREE 14; QUINCY 35 Our boys met Braintree on their own floor and had a comparatively easy time in downing them. The game was rather a one-sided affair. Listman and Jacob- son scored for Quincy. TROOP-5 5; QUINCY-2nd 23 The last game of the season was played between Subs and Troop 5. Milford, Yallee, and “Kid” Sjorstrom were in the limelight, while Fuller did most of the playing for the Scouts. Quincy played fourteen games, winning eight and losing six. This is a fairly good record, in fact much better than last year’s. Among the Subs and Second team there is good material for a strong team next year. Too much credit cannot be given Mr. Clark, who coached the team and worked with the boys throughout the season. BASKETBALL Q’S Thomas Maskilieson, captain; Her- bert Listman, Edwin Jacobson, Allan Cole, Sidney Anderson, Gunnar Olson, George Thompson, Russell Milford, Rob- ert Cliffe. Robert Mowbray, Ernest Val- lee, Eric Sjorstrom, Manager John Reed. GIRLS’ NUMERALS Seniors—Alice Goodhue, captain; Jean Barber, Eleanor Di Panfilo, Anne Silver- man, Marjorie England, Celeste Ripley. Juniors — Florence Martin, captain; Geraldine Hanson, Lillian Bayfield, Mad- eline Donahue, Mildred Lawler, Cath- erine Donovan. Eleanor Anderson. Sophomore—Miriam Westland, cap- tain; Eva Kilpatrick. Elizabeth Sullivan, Clara Saylor, Ruth O’Malley, Ruth John- son. Marion Ripley. High Freshman—Constance Russell, captain; Ruth Walsh, Margaret Seward, Hazel Olson, Rachael Pvnny, Mary Crowley. Low Freshman—Ruth Field, captain; Ruth Rundle, Marion Burdett. Emerald Haupt. Winifred Young, Ruth Eldridgc, Anna Eckberg, Esther Walsh. BASEBALL SCHEDULE April 27—Quincy at Weymouth May 2—Newton at Quincy May 5—Quincy at Dean May 9—Quincy at Rockland May 11—WcVmouth at Quincy May 15—Rockland at Quincy May 18—Boston Latin at Quincy May 21—Quincy at Stoughton May 26—Thayer at Quincy May 29—Stoughton at Quincy June 1—Brockton at Quincy June 6—Dorchester at Quincy (Pend’g) June 8—Open June 11—Quincy at Brockton THE GOLDEN-ROD 19 Spring I5 Here Among youngsters, marbles are a sign of spring. In Q. H. S., when you hear the steady thump, thump, thump, of the shot put down in the gym you can be sure that spring is on its way, even if it is cold out- side. It looks as if Quincy would have a splendid track team, judging from the number of men ready to participate. Manager Young has already secured dates with Winthrop and Milton Academy. The manager has also conferred with Somerville, Thayer, and Rindge Tech. These schools all have strong teams. For the past three weeks the high jumpers, broad jumpers, shot putters and sprint- ers have been practising for the fray. On March 5th an inter-class track meet was held at the Y. M. C. A. Out of a total of 63 points the Juniors secured 33, the Seniors 25, and the Sophs 5. Ernest Vallee, was the star of the meet, taking part in several events, and he got two firsts, one second place, and a third. The summary of events: One Lap Race—MacLeod ’24, Vallee ’24, Kimball ’24, all tied for first—time 7 seconds; Renton ’23, time 7 1-5 seconds. Three Lap Race—MacLeod ’24, Vallee ’24, tied for first—time, 21 seconds; Ren- ton ’23, time, 21 3-10 seconds. Seven Lap Race—Renton ’23, time 56 seconds. Kimball ’24, time 57 1-10 sec- onds. Vallee ’24, time, 57 1-10 seconds. Short Put—R. Cook ’24, distance. 32 feet. Herb. Listman ’24, distance, 31 feet 9 1-4 inches. Allan Cole ’23, distance, 31 feet, 6 inches. A CHALLENGE TO EVERY BOY AND GIRL IN THE JUNIOR AND SENIOR CLASSES From May 14 to 18 an All-Student track meet is being held by the M. H. S. A. A. at the Oval. Girls as well as boys are eligible to compete, and at least 80 per cent of the Junior and Senior classes must take part, to be eligible for the State Awards and Cups. Let’s make this a big success! Spring is coming, and on its gentle breezes is wafted to us the first sign of baseball. It won’t be long now before the call for candidates will be echoing over the diamond and the boys will go down to spend their afternoons learning how to put old Q. H. S. on the baseball map of 1923. We have but a handful of letter men as a nucleus for the team. “Ted” Guinan. our crack first baseman, is now languish- ing in the wilds of New Jersey; George Thompson, our snappy short stop, has graduated, and Jerry Hughes, our south- paw twirler, left a few weeks ago. Our letter men to start the season are “Ed” Jacobson, who will without doubt come in from the field and take over the mound; supporting him behind the bat will be “Mac” MacLeod, with “Kid” Siorstrom an able second. “Tommy” Maskilieson will, as of yore, be on the job on the hot corner, while “Art” Piis- panen will hold down second. Out of last year’s candidates we shall have for short- stop Payson and Gould. “Jimmy” Brown will have a good chance in the out field. We need fielders this season, and hope to have plenty of material for the outer regions. First base is open to all comers, and ’tis whispered that a promising youngster in the Junior class, who has been shy and bashful up to this year, will try out for the first stop in the cir- cuit. Q. H. S. will turn out a good nine this season. Coach Mitchell will see to that, but the thing that is deplorably weak is our cheering section. We need and we want every student in Quincy High who has any school spirit in him at all, down at the field at every game, to yell his head off for Quincy. A team cannot play without some incentive, and the in- centive is you and your voice. Newton will be out here May 2nd. We made a good impression in football; don’t let that impression fade. The team will be there to the last ditch, and let us be able to say that of our cheering section. 20 THE GOLDEN-ROD Alurppi Notes On the evening of December 27, 1922, the Class of 1920 held their first annual reunion and dance in Alpha Hall. A large number attended and the dance was made especially pleasing by attractive decorations and specialty numbers. The success of the dance was due to the com- mittee in charge of the affair, consisting of Miss Dorothy Cole, advisory chair- man; Miss A. Irene Sevigny, executive secretary; Herbert F. Fitton, treasurer; Arnold Haskell, floor director; Malcolm Kennedy, general assistant. Plans are already under way for the Second Annual Reunion and Dance of the Class of 1920, Q. H. S., which is to be one of the big- gest and best of its kind ever held by any class of any high school. For much of the material found in this issue, the Alumni Editor wishes to thank Mr. Herbert Fitton. 1914 Marjorie S. Wetmore was married Feb- ruary 24, 1923. to Rolland S. Fultdn of Milton High. 1917 W ebster Pierce is in Florida, working as an engineer. 1918 A. H. Waite is employed as a bank clerk. 1919 “Bill” Lindsav is attending Springfield Y. M. C. A. College. Edwin P. Rankin is a traveling sales- man for F. A. Foster Co. 1920 Dorothy O'Meara is Art Editor of the “Normal Offering,” the Bridgewater Nor- mal School vear book. 1920 Arthur Eastman is a Junior at the University of Maine. John Holden, president of the 1920 class, Edgar Horton, Sumner Besse, Will- iam Couch and Alan Cummings are at M. I. T„ Class of 1924. Marion Horton and Edna Campbell are in their Junior year at Wellesley Col- lege. Aldo C. Della Chiesa, Art Editor of the Golden Rod in 1920, is attending the Massachusetts Normal Art School. Arnold Haskell is employed by the Kidder Peabody Co. Dorothy Cole, a member of the cast of “A Pair of Sixes,” is a Junior at Smith. Leroy Carter is a salesman and buyer for the Carter Hide Co., Inc. Mildred Atwood is a comptometer operator for the Waldorf Co Dorothy May bury is employed as an insurance clerk. Jack W’entworth is a freshman at Brown University. “Ted” Lindsay is employed in the Drafting Department of the Fore River Shipbuilding Corp. Victoria Woodworth is a schoolteacher in Weymouth. Gerald Harrigan is attending B. U. Sven Nelson works in the Central Office Installation of the N. E. T. T. Co. James W. Manimon is associated with Baker, Young Co., Bankers. Helen Pearson is training at the Massa- chusetts General Hospital, and Elsie Car- ter at the Children's Hospital. Irene Sevigny, former Literary Editor of the Golden Rod, is a Social Editor for the Quincy Patriot-Ledger. Helen Meda and Anna Lofgren are employed as stenographers. Irene Fleming is an Assistant Secretary in the Open Forum Speaker’s Bureau. Lorn Pinel is associated with the Quincy Patriot-Ledger. W. Stuart Beale is a carpenter’s ap- prentice. Harriot B. Barbour is tutoring private pupils in and around Haverhill, Massa- chusetts. Martin Devine and Edward Shyne arc employees of the Fore River Shipbuilding Corporation. Herbert Fitton and Edgar Lundin are Juniors at Harvard. Laurence Coombs is employed by F. A. Foster Co., as a salesman. THE GOLDEN-ROD 21 Carl Hokenson is attending Freehold Military School, Freehold, New Jersey. Paul Morley is employed by the Stand- ard Oil Company, N. Y. Gladys Jenkins is a teacher of English in Tougaloo College for Missionaries, Tougalod, Miss. George Gould is at Cornell University. Mary Whiton is now Mrs. Kenneth Edwards. Helen Thomas is attending the Uni- versity of Colorado. Malcolm Kennedy is with the Mosler Safe Companv. 1921 Esther Likander is a Senior at Fitch- burg Normal. 1922 Milton Merchant is employed in the office of E. W. Campbell, architect. He intends to resume his studies next fall. George Laing is a salesman for the Linen and Fine Cloth Co., in Boston. Florence Dalpe is attending Boston Normal. Erie Pearson is employed at the Quincy Point Pharmacy. . Lillian Hendry has entered Posse Phys- ical Culture School. Fred Smyth is employed by the Old Colony Trust Co., and leader of his Four-o-More Orchestra. George Cole is at Phillips Exeter Academy. February 1923 Earl Bassett, Martha Tikkancn, Marie Wood, Lee Peterson, William Finn, Park- er Whittam, Herbert Berman, W illiam Fallis, Tyne Flinck, Ruth Dennison, John Reed, Joseph Cohen. Abraham Pactovis, Mary Shea, Elsie Thurber, Mary Dris- coll, Emily Boshan, Daniel Ford, Harriet Couch and Muriel Goudey are taking pcst-graduate course at Q. H. S. Exchanges 'The new “Golden Rod” staff hopes to enlarge the different departments, es- pecially the Exchange. Through this de- partment we may learn the faults of our magazine, and should greatly appreciate the criticisms of other magazine staffs. We appreciate having received the fol- lowing magazines and papers: The Ketchikan Chronicle—Ketchikan High School, Ketchikan, Alaska. The A bins—Abington High School, Abington, Mass. Oak Leaves—Oak Grove Seminary, Vassalboro, Maine. Spaulding Sentinel — Spaulding High School, Barre, Vermont. Delphic—St. Helen’s Hall, Portland, Oregon. Mirror—Waltham High School, Wal- tham, Mass. Syracuse Daily Orange—Syracuse Uni- versity', Syracuse, N. Y Reflector — Weymouth High School, Weymouth, Mass. The Argus — Gardner High School, Gardner, Mass. The Gleaner—Pawtucket High School, Pawtucket, R. I. The Lezvis and Clark Journal—Lewis and Clark High School, Spokane, Wash- ington. The Pioneer—Hampton High School, Hampton, Va. The Radiator—Somerville High School, Somerville, Mass. Bozvdoin Orient — Bowdoin College, Brunswick, Maine. Wampatuck— Braintree High School, Braintree, Mass. The Live Wire — Harvey W’heeler Schools, Concord Junction, Mass. The Red and White—Rochester High School, Rochester, N. H. The Echo — Winthrop High School, Winthrop, Mass. The Recorder — Winchester High School, Winchester, Mass. Bulletin—Lawrence High School, Law- rence, Mass. Drury Acadame—North Adams, Mass. The Blue and Gold — Malden High School, Malden, Mass. 22 THE GOLDEN-ROD The Grahic — Amherst High School, Amherst. Mass. The O”—Quincy High School. Quincy. Illinois. . The Jabberwock—Girl’s Latin School. Boston, Mass. The Classical Gazette—Lynn Classical High School, Lynn, Mass. The Scholar gram—Allegan High School, Allegan, Michigan. The Ellnirian—Haverhill High School, Hampton, a. AS OTHERS SEE US The Golden Rod— Your poets are certainly wide awake and on the job. Your cuts make the paper very attractive and interesting.— The Echo—November. The Golden Rod— You have a very interesting paper, but why wouldn't a Table of Contents help: —The Classical Gazette. The Golden Rod— A fine paper. You have plenty of good stories and your poetry is excellent. Your cuts are good, too. Your Alumni columns are the most complete we have seen. The football squad certainly looks husky. Come again. AS WE SEE OTHERS The Radiator—Somerville. Mass.— A well planned magazine. Your joke column is good, but wouldn't a few origi- nal jokes make it better.1 Oak Leaves—Oak Grove Seminary— In our estimation the best number we have received. It shows just what a hard working staff can accomplish. The Eltrurian—Haverhill, Mass.— “The Teacher’s Viewpoint of her Fifth Period Math. Class” is esecially well writ- ten. Why not compile your joke column: The Gleaner—Pawtucket, R. I.— We think your advertising manager is a live wire. The jokes are good and the Literary Department excellent. Where is your Alumni column? Argus—Gardner, Mass.— Editorials very good. Why not extend the Exchange column? Lazvrence High School Bulletin— A very dignified publication. The Edi- torials are very good. Why not extend your Exchange Department? The Jabberzvock—Boston, Mass.— A few more jokes would add greatly to your magazine, also the further exten- sion of the Alumnae Department. The Abhis—Abington, Mass.— A neat and attractive magazine. We like your style. Spaulding Sentinel—Barre, t.— Your cuts are especially good. We would suggest that you extend your Ex- change column. The Classical Gazette—Lynn, Mass.— Your Literary Department is worthy of commendation. Your cartoons cer- tainly talk. The ft ampatuck—Braintree, Mass.— Your magazine is good, but why not make more of your Alumni and Exchange columns by giving them a proper head- ing? The Graphic—Amherst, Mass.— “In Our Study Rooms” is fine. Your •cuts are very unique and interesting. The Scholar gram—Allegan, Mich.— A very good weekly. You must have a live staff. The Lewis and Clark Journal—Spokane, Washington— A husky basketball team. A fine weekly. Where are your Exchanges? It is the hope of the Golden-Rod Staff that readers of this magazine will substantially patronize advertizers who have so willingly contributed to its support. Buy from merchants who advertise in the Golden-Rod. Miss Bailey—What were the immediate results of Caesar’s death: Pupil (hesitating)—A funeral. Miss K (Chairman of Class)—I don’t know what it is myself. What shall I do Miss Davidson? Miss D—When a teacher doesn’t know something, she asks the class. Heard in History—Every two years one-third of the Senate expires. Young (In history)—John Brown was finally captured and then hung. That was the end of him. Miss Freeman—What is the American Federation of Labor? Blake—Why the American Federation of Lovers is— Miss Giles (Criticizing Heap's recita- tion)—You couldn’t get that any more wrong if you tried. That was very well dene. Miss Bailey—Who knows Whittier’s “Snowbound”? Voice—Is he? Miss Galleher—A la bonne heure. Pupil (translating) Good for you. Heap (in history)—A slave was counted as three-fifths of a population. MacLeod—The postal officials were getting rich by raising the postage. Widlund (in history)—One of the prob- lems of reconstruction was the demoral- ization of the Army. Pupil (slowly translating)—Speaking lo his husband— Miss Freeman (Illustrating a point in history)—Let us take these three people here. Sometimes it is easier when you have something concrete before you. Found on a English History test paper —Edward III would have been King of France if his mother had been a man. Miss Galleher (to pupil in French)— Say it in English and keep close to French. An illustration of simile—Just as roll- ing stones gather no moss; so rolling dice gather no money. Freshman (browsing in the library)— “Last Days of Pompeii” What did he die of? Wise Senior—Oh, some kind of an eruption. Teacher (to a pupil after explaining a proof in geometry)—Now you go to the board and go through it. Miss Freeman—How did they raise an army in the late war? Widlund—The army was raised by sub- scription. Solomons (in English)—The route was an open plain cn horseback. Miss Freeman—What did the Shipping Board do during the late war? Foster—The Shipping Board made a lot of wooden ships that weren’t any good. Found in a secretary's report—The homework is to write an oral theme. Oliver Merrill Joke Editi r I oine ttxe iL2 aeonli 25 THE GOLDEN-ROD Poor Excuse Miss Thompson—Berman, you were late this morning. Where’s your excuse? Berman—Yes’m. We’ve got a new baby at our house. Miss Thompson—Well, don’t let it happen again. Mr. Collins—Where were you born? Maiden—Maine. Mr. Collins—What part? Maiden—All of me, of course. Miss Freeman—Don’t argue with me. Everything you say is going in one ear and coming out the other. Mac—That’s because there’s nothing in between to stop it. Teacher {who, after collecting the test papers, finds one with no name)—Whose paper is this? Pupil—'The name is on the paper. Teacher—It’s obliterated. Pupil—I beg your pardon; it’s Murphy. T.—Why don’t you talk louder when you recite? P.—A soft answer turneth away wrath. A parallel is two lines which never meet unless they are bent. (From Gould's paper.) Freshie—What do you have the first thing in the morning? Senior—Breakfast, little one. What are the rates at your hotel? Two dollars up to twelve. How much up to half-past nine? Miss Jones—This makes four times I’ve had to make you stay this week for being late. What have you to say to that, John? John—I’m glad it’s Friday. “Not Far Off At That” Miss Johnson—The Ku Klux Klan marks a new error (era) in the national government. Real Industrious Saylor—Who are you working for, Ber- man? Berman—My father. Saylor—What’s he do? Berman—Nothing. The First Football Game Wend. (translating Latin)—Then the anchor secured the ship by its fluke. Olson—They were lucky to get to land. . .—Why? Olson—Why, they got there only by a fluke. J. J.—Or perhaps two flukes. Mr. J.—Can you decline hug, Miss Boshan? Emily—No, I never decline it. On stude’s test paper: “Please write more legibly.” The next day stude went to Mr. Webb and asked: “Mr. Webb, what is that you wrote on the back of my paper?” Gems from Exams. Architecture in the beginning was heavy pillows. The school board repairs schools, ob- tains teachers, and sees that they are heated. Ford—Did you hear about the fellow at our garage who threw benzine into the fire? Flagg—No. What happened? Ford—Well, lie’s never ben zine since. Miss Giles—If you want to make a hit you must strike out for yourself. Thompson—Just a minute, Miss Giles. You’re mixed up in your baseball talk. If you strike out you can’t make a hit. Young—What’s the home work in F rench ? Al—Nothing. Young—Well, I’ve done it for once. “Did you give up anything during Lent, Sid? Sid—“Sure, hopes of graduation.” Blacker Shepard Company L u in her “Everything from Spruce to Mahogany” Granite City Print 14 Maple Street S3 409 Albany St. Boston, Mass. Tels.: Beach 5100, Granite 1090 Branch Yards Squantum Street, Norfolk Downs State Street, - Cambridgeport HERBERT S. BARKER. 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