Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.

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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.

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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