Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.

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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.

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