Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 56 of the 1924 volume:

tornas Crane Public Ubrar Test on Reciprocating Engine and Turbine, Mechahical Engineering Laboratory, Northeastern University Northeastern University SCHOOL OF ENGINEERING CARL S. ELL, Dean School of Engineering Northeastern University Boston 17, Mass. 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 plane geometry in their courses of study are admitted without examination. EARNINGS The earnings of the students for their services with co-operating firms vary from $250 to $600 per year. APPLICATION An application blank will be found inside the back cover of the catalog. Copies will also be mailed upon request. Applications for admission to the school in September, 1924, should be forwarded to the school at an early date. CATALOG For catalog or any further information in regard to the school, address Mease Mention The Golden-Rod When Patronizing Our Advertisers Always a Business Asset! GOOD CLOTHES THE YOUNG MAN WHO IS CLIMBING OR THE man who has made his mark will readily tell you that GOOD CLOTHES are important. We realize that importance—and you, too, will note it when you see our Spring Displays. — SUITS — $24.00 to $55.00 —TOP COATS — $24.50 to $42.50 The Mens and Boys Shop TALBOT-QUINCY Inc. Let the Old Colony Laundry assist you in this important detail. That school associate whose collar is so nicely laundered, and his suit immaculately clean and pressed — or the young miss with her dainty waist or dress are no doubt looking always attractive through our unexcelled service. If you are to be disappointed in not having a new Suit or Dress this Spring, cheer up. Just tell mother to send your last season’s clothes to us, and our scientific cleansing service will give you a satisfactory appearance. 1387 HANCOCK STREET There is always a Touch of Refinement To the Youth or Young Miss who is always neatly attired. Forest I. Neal. Telephone Granite 5000 Please Mention The (ioldcn-Pod When Patronizing Our Advertisers Heywood Oxfords FOR YOUNG MEN In Black and Tan Brogues HEYWOOD SHOE ’ A year's wear in every pair Also Carried in Good Fitting Last for Father Quality has been their watchword for over sixty years MOORHEAD SHOE STORE A Good Place to Buy Good Shoes C. M. PRICE Wholesale an? Retail ICE CREAM MANUFACTURER WASHINGTON SQUARE WEYMOUTH Question: How many shares can a person have in a Co- operative Bank? Answer: One share or a deposit of $1.00 per month is the smallest. Forty shares or a deposit of $40.00 per month is the largest number of shares. QUINCY CO-OPERATIVE BANK 1372 HANCOCK STREET Shares are $1.00 Each — Payable the First Wednesday of Each Month iiiiiimiiiiiiHimiiiiHimiiiiiiiiiiiuiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiimimiimiiimimiiiiimimiiiimii GRANITE CITY PRINT ===== printers ===== 14 MAPLE STREET, QUINCY iiiMiiiuiiiiimimimimimimiMimiiiiiiiiiiiimiiimimiiiiiiiHimmiiHiiiiiiiiHimMiimiiM Please Mention The Golden-Rod When Patronizing Our Advertisers THE GREENLEAF SWEET SHOP High Grade Home Made CANDIES and BON BONS T. H. ANASTOS. PROP. ( P. ANASTOS. Mgr. ! QUINCY. MASS. Tel. 4910 Granite j We Have the School Boy in Mind FURNISHINGS THAT APPEAL TO HIM Will Be Found at Our Store White Collar Attached Sport Shirt With or Without Buttons Specially Priced $1.60 F. E. HEBERT CO. 1281 HANCOCK ST. QUINCY SQ. 29 BILLINGS ROAD NORFOLK DOWNS JOYCE BROS. CO.. Inc. GIFTS THAT M. J. KENNEDY. Mgr. LAST CLOTHING SANDBERG For Men, Women and Children THE JEWELER 13-15 GRANITE STREET 1291 HANCOCK STREET QUINCY. MASS. Q. H. S. RINGS When Planning that CAMPING TRIP Tel. Granite 582-R Don’t Forget That a Full Line of GEORGE’S SHOE REPAIR SERVICE ARMY and NAVY GOODS Quality Work CAMPING and OTHER SUPPLIES are carried by Hats Cleaned and Reblocked THE OUTLET CLOTHING Work Called for and Delivered AND SHOE STORE ; 1441 HANCOCK STREET 1605 HANCOCK STREET QUINCY, MASS. Mutual Building Please Mention The Golden-Rod When Patronizing Our Advertiser� JSJORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY i DAY SCHOOL OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION Confers Degree of Bachelor of Business Administration JORDAN and in Finance, Retailing, Marketing. Accounting. Sales- management, Industrial Management. Merchan- dising. HAYNES CARS Surveys of commercial and industrial plants. Conferences with prominent executives. Careful educational and vocational guidance. Open to graduates of the Quincy High School without entrance examinations, and to those of- fering 15 units, upon recommendation of the Headmaster or Superintendent. Vr On request the business manager will send you the Day School Bulletin” throughout the year. Mac MULKIN’S GARAGE Address TURNER F. GARNER, Dean I 216-248 ARLINGTON STREET I WOLLASTON, MASS. School of Business Administration Northeastern University | Granite 0141 Boston 1 7, Mass. OSCAR A. MINOT COMPLIMENTS DUTCH CUTS TITUS’S FISH MARKETS SIIINGLE BOBS 1 3 and 85 Beale Street j All Kinds of Hair-Cutting Wollaston, Mass. 337 NEWPORT AVENUE WOLLASTON MASS. Please Mention The Golden-Rod When Patronizing Our Advertisers Compliments of THE THALIA CLUB Compliments of THE DEBATING SOCIETY THE HI-Y Stands for— Clean Athletics Clean Living Clean Scholarship Clean Speech Please Mention The (joldcn-Kod When Patronizing Our Advertisers CORSETS FOR YOUNG GIRLS -ALSO- Treo Girdles Corselettes Brassieres and Hosiery Compliments of the corset shop Quincy Army Store MISS S. E. DUNPHY Graduate Corseticrc Always in Attendance 8 Maple Street Quincy, Mass. Telephone Granite 0893-W 23 School Street Come Here, Boys! for your new SPRING CAPS GOOD VALUES at less than Boston prices JAMES P. CAHILL Mens and Boys Furnishings Corner BEALE ST. and GREENWOOD AVE. WOLLASTON. MASS. REMEDIES FOR SPRING FEVER Fresh Air and Sunshine. I)r. Nature. ABOVE PRESCRIPTION FILLED BY C. E. GROUT li? Bicycle Riding. C. E. Crout. C. E. CROUT 11 COTTAGE STREET QUINCY With an organisation, of men who ftnoir their worh- in a planl of modern equipment- we are enabled lo offer you an efficient service - and the highest equality oC PHOTO -€NGRA )ING IN bING-R.AhT-Tt)Ne-OR COLOR BONOVAN SULLIVAN C SORAVING CO. 235 237- CONGR65S STRCCT - BOSTON MASS. Please Mention The Golden-Rod When Patronizing; Our Advertisers CONTENTS Editorials . . 9 Briefs . 10 The Story of Sui San Betty Morgan 11 Extracts from the Diary of a Cave-Man Elinor Strickland 15 The Hidden Manuscript Isadore Richmond 16 Be a Sport .... Nona West 18 “ Undiscovered Gold ” Florence Rauch 19 Dulce ..... Jean Hepburn 21 Caesar’s Last Battle Mabel Guilhop 22 The Chainge Buthe Bloos Walter Cullman 24 Ashes .... Leonora Colombo 25 “ Learning a Speech” Clarence Nickerson 26 Why the Man-in-the-Moon Winked Anna Palazzi 26 School News .... . . 28 Thalia Club Picture . . 29 Athletics .... . . 32 Spring .... Helen Laitine 36 A Passing Gondolier Leonora Colombo 36 A Cello .... Betty Morgan 36 Alumni .... . 37 Exchanges .... . 39 Jokes ..... ■ . :• I 40 Shirley—Two Years M. L. C. 44 A Sonnet .... Mildred Lawler 44 8 tTbe (Solt en 1Ro£ PUBLISHED QUARTERLY BY THE PUPILS OF QUINCY HIGH SCHOOL Vol. XXXVI No. 3 QUINCY, MASSACHUSETTS April 1924 Literary Editor News Editor....... Alumni Editor.. Exchange Editor Athletic Editor... STAFF — CLASS OF JUNE 1924 Editor-in-Chief ELIOT WEIL --------Rutii Broadbent .......-Florence Martin ----------Bessie Thurber ----------Mildred Wiley Joke Editor._____________ Art Editor.-------------- ........James McPhillips Business Manager_______ Advertising Manager.— Circulation Manager.. ...Eric Sjostrom __Ruth Kempton cnes McPhillips Betty Morgan .Jack Ainsleigh Faculty Advisers: Ruth Marion Giles. J. Marjorie Bailey, Ernest Upham Assistant Advertising Managers• Walter Cullman, Thomas Donlin, Ernest Vallee, Perley Payson Fifty cents the year Fifteen cents the copy RESPONSIBILITY Today our country stands stunned by the startling state of affairs revealed in the investigations at our national capital. A number of men holding responsible public positions are now the objects of suspicion and distrust. It is said chat government property has been sacrificed to private interests. But the material loss is fairly insignificant. The real tragedy is not the loss of dollars, but the loss of confidence in public officials. If the peo- ple lose faith in their government, the country will receive a blow from which it cannot recover in years. Whenever a public official misuses his office, the reasons, however diverse, can invariably be traced to a single source,— lack of responsibility. If he has a full realization of his obligations he will not break faith with those who trust him. Great oaks from little acorns grow. So, as we all know, it is for those who are now forming the ideals and principles by which they will govern themselves in years to come to profit by the mistakes of the older generation. A school is the best place in the world to develop responsibil- ity. In doing the smallest things, the student has in his grasp the power to weaken or strengthen his sense of duty. If every young American made it a point to strengthen that sense of duty, there would be no need of government investi- gations in the future. PROTECTION The fire drills in this school are few and far between. Undoubtedly the chief reason for this situation is that, owing to the short sessions, time can hardly be spared. Yet, considering the condition of our building, it seems that there should be at least four drills a year. Whether this is possible or not, it should be remembered that during a fire drill is the one time when there should be no talking. If any orders were to be given in a real fire, the failure of students to hear them might mean loss of life. We 10 THE GOLDEN-ROD are acquiring the habit of not talking in the corridors between classes. All that is necessary is to extend this practice to fire drill. “THE BEST CLASS” Another group of freshmen has come to the shelter of these venerable walls. Per- haps it will be the best class that has ever entered the school. We hope that its members feel that it will be, for only with such a spirit can it succeed. It must be admitted, however, that this class will have to work hard to improve on some of its predecessors. February, ’28, here's wishing you luck! Odds and Ends “Two women were washing dishes.” Anybody got some more work for Amos Leavitt to do: Dingwell at the Wollaston Men's Club supper: “Gosh! I feel like a prize guinea pig with this here tag on.” Sad, but true. Our second Demosthenes—Bill Kiiloh. The ranks of the Bachelors’ Club are thinning. The causes—Sjostrom, Fuller, and now Nickerson. Have you tuned in to the new station: Q. H. S. Lunchroom, I. Richman broad- casting sardine sandwich at 11.25 a. m. Our own little oil scandal—Xobili's coiffure. Gleanings from Freshman English Papers “Enoch was on the ship and he viis- slipted and broke his limb.” Another version gives: “Enoch was at sea. One day he fell from the mast to the ground and broke his limb.” “When the cats are away” is an inde- pendent claws. One Freshman tells us that “Mr. D s wife had died three years before, leaving him a bachelor”; while another, in a burst of imagination, writes: “I am putting this note in a bottle, which I shall throw over- board on a wager.”. Still another de- clares that “the pupils go from room to room for each subject, and they have a program card on which to go” The income from subscriptions covers only in part the cost of publishing the Goldex-Rod. Advertisements are its chief financial support. Remember to “Mention the Golden-Rod when patron- izing our advertisers.” The Golden-Rod is “published bv the pupils of Quincy High School.” The’staff will welcome any constructive criticism from other students. Don’t close this magazine without reading carefully “A Word to the Wise” in the Athletic section. We Wonder What Freshmen think they don’t know. W hat makes Vallee so happy. W hy Fuller can’t keep still. Why our Literary Editor looks so sad before the publication of the Golden- Rod. Why Mr. Jewell always gives home- work. Whv Nickerson is interested in French. Why— Dees Blomquist look down on us: Does Nickerson go around with such a dreamy look in his eyes: (It’s only re- cently.) Did certain girls always come to the basketball games: What Would Happen If— The Alhambra closed? Think how many Q. H. S. students would be left homeless. Ed. Fuller appeared with a hat on: There was a piano in the gym? We were all R-R-ROBOTS? (Ask Copley Theatre fans.) Ran Cook got mad? The new High School were finished? Art Dean grew any longer? A1 Broomsmith forgot to comb his hair? The ice cream or candy counter went out of business? Mr. Upham gave an E in U. S. His- tory ? The Freshmen got any smaller? Nobody talked in the corridors? Miss Armstrong stopped smiling? Vanity cases were abolished? The Story “Sayonara, Sui San.” “Sayonara,” and Sui San slowly turned and pushed aside the paper walls which opened into her room. Together, Sui San and Wakasa had watched the beautiful Oriental sunset. To them nothing had ever seemed more beautiful. Wakasa would have been will- ing to sit forever by the wall and watch with Sui San that great golden ball as it sank slowly, slowly, and serenely to meet the sea. There had been a moment when both had held their breath, for it surely seemed as though the disk of gold must rest on the edge of the world for a while. But the moment of waiting was soon over, and the sun had resumed its journey downward, shedding as it went a glow far over the sea. Rose, gold, and blue of the sky so intermingled and blended as to give that touch of beauty so often lost in the clouds and haze which hem in our vision. No steamer leaving its trail of smoke on the horizon, a tell-tale of civilization, only the broad, ribbed, wing-like sail of a Jap- anese junk silhouetted against the western glow, and moving so slowly as to make one wonder whether or not it was moving at all—altogether a picture so fraught with calmness, with the poignancy of beauty, that it was never to be erased from the minds of these two. “Sui San, only tomorrow we shall be sailing toward the very place where the sun is sinking. You will be my wife and we shall be starting on our long, long journey to America. Tomorrow—tomor- row—and then—” “Oh, yes, Wakasa, and shall we sail from Yokohama?” “Yes, dear, the arrangements are com- pleted. We shall take the steamer from Yokohama tomorrow afternoon, cross the of Sui San Japanese Bay, go down to Manila, touch at Singapore, go through the Suez, and at last cross the great Atlantic Ocean and reach America.” “Then, Wakasa, you may study. You may become a great man: you may learn of government, of the wonders of Ameri- can ideals, and then after those few years we will come back again to dear, dear Aoyama. Is it not so, Wakasa?” “Yes, Sui San, it is all true. I shall study. You shall have your own little home and wait for me, until I have learned how I may help my country. Then we shall return to Aoyama, and watch again just such sunsets as this.” The sun had dropped below the water. The rose and gold of the sunset glow were slowly changing, blending with the deep blue to lavender, deeper still to purplish gray, and now the twilight had come and evening’s quiet was settling down on the sea before them, and on the garden in back. The great sail of the junk had be- come almost invisible as its color blended with the soft gray of the evening sky. The first stars were pricking through the cur- tain of the sky and night was coming down, so softly, gently, and peacefully. “I must take you to your door, Sui San, and let you go in and have your rest. You must sleep and dream of the pleasant new country to which you are going. Every- thing is ready?” “Yes, yes, all is ready, and I am only waiting for the morning to come. But sleep, Wakasa, sleep? I shall try to, but no, I shall not sleep. I shall think, think, and wait for tomorrow. They walked through the tiny land- scape garden, across miniature bridges, through huge beds of chrysanthemums, through a path, dark with dwarfed ever- 12 THE GOLDEN-ROD green trees, lighted only by small metal lanterns which the garden boy had lighted at dusk. They reached the house, set like a doll's play-house of paper, beside a small pond. Savonaras, goodnights, were said, and Sui San entered her small room. Everything was ready, as she had said. A new American trunk was strapped and waiting by the flower stand. Her best kimono and obi were laid beside the small block of wood which was her pillow. She arranged her flowers, drew back the paper shutter, and lay down upon her matting bed. to think. Sleep she knew would not come to her for a long time. Thoughts, dreams, desires were surging through her brain. She was to leave her country, her home, and her friends to go to the great America. Should she be happy; But yes. why not: She would have Wakasa, her little home and yes. perhaps a tiny child to brighten it. Oh. she was not worthy of such fortune! The honorable ancestors were very good and kind to al- low her such happiness. And then came the thought of her approaching marriage to Wakasa. She loved him with all her heart, and she would be happy. Her girl friends were to come early in the morning to help her dress for the ceremony. She would wear her snow-white wedding ki- mono. which had been her grandmother's. They would arrange her hair and place in it the tiny white bird of paradise. The priest would say a few words, and she would be the wife of Wakasa. Her friends would kiss her hands and give her sweet- meats and flowers. They would all bow very low before her, and then she and Wakasa would ride away in a jinrickisha to the great railroad station, take the train for Yokohama, and—of all that she could not think. Sleep came at last, sweetly carrying away all thoughts and giving her the rest which she needed. “Ohaio, Sui San, it is morning, your wedding day!” Sui San arose happily to a glowing world. Her girl friends greeted her glee- fully and smothered their exclamations as they saw the bright-eyed Sui San. Never had she looked more beautiful. Her eyes shone, her head was held proudly high, as she called the little servant Nayo to help her. The girls assisted Nayo in arranging the clinging folds of Sui San’s heavy silk kimono, tied her obi. and fastened the small bird of paradise in her hair. Dur- ing this process, Sui San stood, while all waited upon her, her eyes full of far- away things, her voice sweetly soft and clear as she gave directions to Nayo. At last she stood ready, calm and lovely in her wedding clothes, and in her dark eyes a love-light was shining. The Shintu priest arrived; the guests assembled, each carrying a pure white chrysanthemum. The room was decor- ated with the same flower arranged simply in very tall vases. Ogomenasai, I beg your pardon, everyone is ready, Sui San, said the little Nayo. “Yoroshin, all right, I will come, Nayo.” Stopping only a moment to kneel be- fore the Shintu shrine and murmur a few words, she walked gracefully into the room where the guests were waiting. She hesitated only a minute, then went for- ward to meet Wakasa. With her head bowed she knelt before the priest, re- splendent in his festive robes, old, and greatly revered. A few words were said softly and slowly by the priest, and a prayer whispered by Sui San and Wakasa. Wakasa took both her hands and, raising her up, told her to lift her head. There was or.e kiss and the sweet ceremony was over. The guests arose, presented Sui San with flowers, sweetmeats, and bowed low, very low, before her. Hastily Sui San and Wakasa said farewell to their friends and rode away in the jinrickisha which was waiting. They rode through the busy streets, lined with open shops and filled with happy children. When they arrived at the Ueno station, which is Tokyo’s largest railroad station, they alighted and went quickly into the waiting-room and further out on the platform. There Wa- kasa left Sui San and went to attend to the baggage. “I will be back in ten minutes, at just twelve o’clock, Sui San.” Neither of the two realized just how long that ten minutes would be. For it was just at the stroke of noon that the platform upon which Sui San was stand- ing began to shake as if a very heavy train were pulling in. Sui San looked THE GOLDEN-ROD 18 around her in amazement. People were pouring out of the shops and fleeing in all directions. Cries and shouts of “Earth- quake!” filled the air. Clutches which she made to hold onto posts, the window ledges, or walls were in vain, for the very buildings were rocking and cracking. Sui San was speechless with fright. Her small, dark eyes were opened wide; her face was colorless. She felt as if she were in a very small boat on a rough and choppy sea. “Wakasa, Wa—” but she said no more, for she was pushed into a waiting bus by a hurrying official and was rushed through streets where houses were falling, walls were tumbling, and worst of all, where flames were eating their way from one house to another. Eire gongs pealed, while engines rushed by, shrieking their awful message. Poor Sui San covered her eyes and tried to think. W hat was hap- oening? W here was Wakasa? Was he hurt: But there was little time to think, for they were being driven at a terrific speed across the city, away from the flames and over rough and cracked ground. After several hours of such rid- ing, she and her companions were hurried out of the bus and into various halls and houses in a town called Karuizawa, among the hills. To Sui San came the realiza- tion that, as she was unhurt, she might do something to help, so she ran to a woman who seemed to be in charge. Her services were gladly accepted, and for hours fol- lowing little Sui San was busy cheering the homeless, hushing crying babies, ban- daging the wounded, and running about on errands of mercy which she gladly performed. When at last she did have a minute’s rest, she incoherently put into expression the thoughts which had been foremost in her mind for the past forty- eight hours. Where was Wakasa? Should she ever see him again? And to Wakasa came the realization that Sui San was lost only after he had been rushed aboard the “Empress of Japan,” which was now anchored in Yo- kohama Bay. The official to whom he had been talking when the earthquake had come had taken him by the arm, hurried him into his own private car, gone toward the docks and, in spite of Wakasa’s pro- test and cries of opposition, had pushed him aboard the ship. Now, as he watched the lurid sky with the large moon, which stood out against the red so plainly, and saw the puffs of smoke from the city, he was nearly frantic with anxiety for the safety of Sui San. For him there seemed to be no hope of ever seeing her again, his bride of only an hour! With the flames which were sweeping the city, leaving de- struction and death in their wake, there was no possible chance of searching for her. Sampans were plying back and forth, loading the ship with all the refugees which she could hold. For the following two days, Wakasa went back and forth in one of these sampans, assisting wherever he could, and each time wandering as far inland as he dared, in the hope of finding someone who knew of Sui Sap. During these two days the sun was blood-red when it rose and lemon color when it set. Messages came to him that Tokyo and Yokohama were dead cities. He had only to look to see the devastation wrought in the latter. And then, the “Empress of Japan” pulled up her anchor and sped across the great Pacific to America. On the morning of a week later, she docked at San Francisco, and emptied herself of the great load of homeless refugees from the stricken country. Many of these found friends in “Little Japan,” and others were enred for in hospitals and homes. For Wakasa, there seemed only one way to pursue. Consequently he journeyed alone across the vast country which he and Sui San had planned to visit together. He established himself in the eastern univer- sitv to which he had planned to come and occupied himself with his studies. All his time outside of school was spent in trac- ing. in any feeble way he could, his wife. After months of helping in Karuizawa, Sui San had decided to return to Aoyama. if possible, and find whether her home and any of her friends remained. She soon journeyed over devastated areas, back to the city of Yokohama, which already was in the slow process of rebuilding; thence to Tokyo, and at last to Aoyama. She found by some miracle her own portion of the citv safe and her own little home unharmed. To her friends she told the sad story of her loss, and was gratefully welcomed home again. Sad, sad days 14 THE GOLDEN-ROD were these for Sui San. Her only joy was Kasui, a small, bright-eyed boy, one of the refugees, who had been in the bus with her on the way to Karuizawa, and who had, in the melee, been separated from his parents. Little Kasui had clung to her and she had taken him in and given him the mother-love of her heart. And Sui San and Kasui lived together, mother and son, in the little home by the sea. Months went by in which there was hard- ly a day that Sui San did not look and listen in the hope of hearing of her hus- band. Stories she told to her little three- year-old Kasui, who knew no other mother than her, of his father Wakasa. Sweet stories they were, revealing her un- dying love for him. Little Kasui came to believe that some day he should see his father, and, indeed, comforted his mother by telling her so. Always at dusk did Sui San take her small son, upon whom she lavished so much mother-love, and walk through the tiny garden and down toward the sea. Sometimes she took him down by the wall, and there, holding him close to her heart, she watched the sunsets,— sunsets which were not so glorious as the one which she had watched so long ago with Wakasa. But not often did she stay for the sunset, for there always came that terrible feeling of loneliness, born of her love for Wakasa. And then the great tears, which she could not hold back, would drop from her eyes upon Kasui as he lay in her arms. He would sit up very quickly, and looking at her with great, adoring eyes, would say: “I know why you cry, Okasan, Mother; it is for Father, but don’t you know you have Kasui?” And so it was not often that she staved for the sunset. One night, almost two years after her return from Karuizawa, Sui San took her small son’s hand and walked with him through the garden, stopping at each tiny lake to watch the goldfish, which were not yet asleep. The day had been a very lonely one for Sui San, because it was the day before her wedding anniversary. And as she sat by the tiny bridge and watched Kasui as he lay face downward, watching the shining bodies of the goldfish as they darted about the clear water, suddenly he looked up and said: “Okasan, Mother, you have not taken Kasui down to the wall for ever so long. Will you take me tonight?” “Not tonight, my son; Mother does not wish to.” “But, Okasan, please take Kasui down to the sea and hold him close to your heart and tell him all about Daddy.” So, with his little hand in hers, Sui San slowly and sadly wandered toward the wall, and found the spot where she and Wakasa had watched that wonderful sun- set of long ago and had planned together for their trip to America. She lifted Kasui to her heart and painted for him the pic- ture of Wakasa and his bride-to-be as they sat by the wall and watched the old Japanese junk sail so slowly past the sun- set. The sun, in his journey downward, scarcely paused to touch the horizon. Its colors changed more quickly from beauti- ful rose and gold to lavender and pink and then to a purplish gray which proclaimed the twilight. And as the golden disk slowly, so slowly, settled into the wide sea, a junk came sailing from the west, swiftly pushed along as though by a stiff breeze, its ribbed sail filled and driving it along on the breast of the-ocean. “And he has not come back to me,” softly and wistfully breathed Sui San, and then she started, for there was a deep intake of breath behind her. “Ah, I have come back to you, Sui San, my Sui San, my wife!” And as she looked around, out of the shadows stepped Wakasa, her Wakasa. come back to watch the sunset again with her. Betty Morgan, June, ’24. THE GOLDEN-ROD 15 Extracts from the Diary of a Cave-Man Foreword: As each year goes by, the modern world becomes more and more acquainted with the habits and life and customs of our prehistoric forefathers. The most recent of these discoveries was unearthed in the palisades of the Hudson not long ago by a noted professor of one of our leading universities. The script was not easily decipherable, as the stone upon which the characters were carved had apparently been exposed to the rav- ages of wind and rain for well on to a million years, and the manuscript is, at best, very sketchy and incomplete. The following is an exact copy of the MS. pre- pared by the professor who unearthed the inscriptions: “March 30: Weather very cold; cave smoky. Fire went out. Did some wall- painting, but was forced to quit, owing to remarks from the Wife. April 1: This morning the boy woke me at an unearthly hour, reporting a herd of diplcdoci and cotylosauri bearing down upon the tribe. I called the war- riors and, heavily armed, we went to hunt them, the bey running gleefully by my side. After a march of nearly fifty jalcs the boy stopped, laughed, and said, “Tee hee, April fool—there ain’t no herd!” I took him by . . . New Entry: . . . and skinned four pterodactyls and six kwaals . Directed the tribesmen to secure a fresh supply of cntclcdanti , as the store is getting low. Domestic troubles increasing; the Wife will not stay at home, but spends most of the time at the “Tribes-ladics’ Betterment League,” where the women play with painted slivers of ivory a game of some skill. I must learn—many arc trying the club method. Buried a few fake fossils this morning to fool the arch- aeologists in years to come. April 15: Stone hatchet season. I have .offered a premium of six fine tiger skins to the tribesman making the best hatchet. The girl is becoming more and more un- reasonable, and will not work at all, or even sweep out the cave when I order it. She calls me . . . April 29: The girl took four of my best pithecanthropus skins to make gol- pas for herself and two of her friends, on account of the mud, she says. Made out my income tax report. It has taken ten days to complete tile computa- tion, but I think it is right. Tamed an- other ncohipparion this morning. April 30: The Wife found sixteen mis- takes in my report, so, instead of getting off with eighty mons of buffalo meat, twelve uintathere skins, six hatchets, and three flints, I -find I have two dozen en- telodont hides—contribute before the first of the month. May 6: Out all night hunting for the boy, and found him at last in a cave overlooking the river, where he and his “gang” hang out. He seemed very sleepy, and could not walk, so I had to lug him home. In the cave was a queer appar- atus that they make . . . New Entry: . . . she spoiled six hatch- ets making little cubes out of ivory, and then took some of my colors to make dots on them. Not that I object to her becom- ing artistic, but she spilt the entire . . . over into the gorge below the cave. New Entry: ... he comes every night that there is a moon, and sits down on the rocks under the ledge ... a one- stringed musical instrument, so-called, that has a single tune, and he howls down there in a shrill monotone until the dawn breaks. I am going mad rapidly from lack of sleep and nervous exhaustion. It is . . . Middle of July: Have been able to sleep now for nearly a week, having par- tially disabled the would-be wooer by starting a landslide while he sat below the ledge. . . . Yesterday the girl took my six hatchet prizes to make a coat, though what she can do with it at this season has . . . August 1: Yesterday the girl brought home a tyrannosaurus for a pet, and put it in the cave. She named it ‘Whiskers,’ after me, she said. I had to sleep out in the rain because it filled the cave, and the . . . licked all the paintings I had done 16 THE GOLDEN-ROD off the walls because she forgot to feed it. I threw it out. . . . While I was painting over my ruined masterpieces I ran out of red color, and so took some from the kind that the girl uses on her cheeks. She caught me, and called me a ‘dizzy nut a term meant ... to convey disrespect. August 31: Last night the terrible singer was at his post again, singing a bit shakily on two cylinders, so to speak, but nevertheless fairly persistently; tonight I (Here the MS. ends.) Glossary and Excuses Diplodoci and Cotylossauri —Prehis- toric mammoths. Jalcs —Approximately £4 nii. Kwaal '—A species of lizard. Entelodanti —We think that the cave-man is trying to fool us; we don’t know what he means anyway. Golpas —Probably the first golosh- es, or overshoes. Mon — i 2 lb. We really believe that the eminent pro- fessor is trying to ‘‘put something over” on the credulous public, so we would not advise anyone to use this data as infal- lible. Sincerely, Elinor Strickland, June, ’24. The Hidden Manuscript To this day I still wonder whether it was the handwriting upon the fly-leaf or the generally aged appearance about the book that made me buy it. Sometimes, when I wonder how I ever happened to secure the book, though its outward at- tractiveness played a small part in its purchase, I am strongly inclined to be- lieve that the bold, distinctive handwrit- ing, evidently a masculine hand, betraying a strong character, was what urged me to obtain it. As soon as I reached home, I hurried to my room and library combined, and with the true collector’s enthusiasm began carefully to examine it. It was in a remarkable state of preservation, the covers being faded dry-as-parchment leather, much worn at the corners. On the fly-leaf was written: “Paul Aubrey, his book, July 14, 1785.” As I was slowly turning the book around in my hand and glancing at the first few pages, in some manner it slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor, striking rather heavily on one corner. Stooping hastily, I picked it up. hoping that the binding was not loos - ened. But great was my amazement when I saw that the leather, much worn and aged at the corners, had split, and that through one of them projected a small packet of papers which really was two large sheets of paper folded many times to the size of about a quarter of the cover of the book. Curiosity leaping high within me, I drew them out carefully and hastily set about to unfold them and—but read for yourself: “My name is Paul Aubrey,” began the manuscript, “aide-de-camp to General W-----under the command of General Washington, commander-in-chief of the American armies. I know not what im- pels me to write this, for my nature is far from vain. But through some impulse I care not to analyze, I am placing this manuscript beneath the covers of this book, a curious place, indeed, hoping per- chance that it may some day be discov- ered, and thus reveal to the finder an interesting event hitherto unknown to anyone but myself. In the year 1774, I was riding for the town of M— with im- portant news for General R—, news I had been compelled to memorize, fearing to secrete it about me even though it were written in code, lest it might be discovered if I should chance to fall into the hands of the enemy. I had scarcely covered half of the way, for the ground was ex- ceedingly rough and I was forced to ride cautiously to avoid wandering parties of redcoats, when my horse cast a shoe and began to limp. Heartily cursing fate at this unexpected delay, I made as fast as possible for a group of houses which I saw at a distance off on the right. The accident must have made me forget my THE GOLDEN-ROD 17 cauticn, for I had not proceeded a hun- dred yards before I heard a rough voice shout gruffly, “Halt!” and hastily pulling up my horse, I found myself gazing down the muzzle of a musket held by a redcoat. Swiftly I looked around for an avenue of escape. Vain hope! I was surrounded on all sides by what was evidently a for- aging party. “Their leader, a tall, scarred man of unprepossessing features, scrutinized me suspiciously for some moments, and then demanded my name and business. After hearing my answer, he promptly called me a liar, at which I kept a discreet silence. My calmness seemed to enrage him, for he gave an order to two of the soldiers, who violently seized me by my arms and dragged me from my mount. Then they led me none too gently to a ramshackle building. The leader called for a rope and, binding my wrists with one end, he then threw the other over a beam above my head and addressed him- self to me thus: T believe,’ said he, ‘that you know more than you pretend; so choose between giving me your informa- tion willingly or being made to tell by this,’ and he nodded his head significantly toward the rope. I glanced cautiously around me. The rest of the party were standing about in a circle, with expectant looks on their faces. During all this time I had been thinking, first, surprised at the sudden change of fate which had led me into this unexpected predicament, and secondly, wondering how long and to what end this would continue. But my mind was made up as to what course I should follow, and as I was determined to die rather than betray any information to the enemy, I knew what my fate was likely to be. “Angry and impatient at the manner in which I was delaying him, he repeated his demand with an oath. ‘Well, have you decided, Mr. Paul Aubrevr’ “ ‘I have nothing to say,’ I answered calmly. “‘Nothing, huh:’ he said with a sneer. ‘Well, my hearty, you’ll soon sing a dif- ferent tune,’ and he struck me in the face. “ ‘Go to the devil!’ I cried, and bring- ing my bound arms around in a swing, I struck him a blow that knocked him head over heels. He picked himself up, curs- ing, his face purple with rage. With a bound he seized the rope and, shouting for the others to help him, they strung me up by the wrists in a twinkling. He stood there in front of me, as I hung helpless with the rope cutting into my wrists, gloating and chuckling in great amuse- ment. “ ‘This is the thing that will make you talk, my brave rebel. It’s go ahead and be d—d to you at first, and then it’s mercy, in God’s name. Strip him, men,’ cried the enraged leader; ‘off with his coat and shoes. You’ll soon wish that you had never been born for trying any monkey- business with the King’s soldiers and for not answering when you’re spoken to. Xow, my stubborn bird,’ he concluded, ‘we shall leave you for a while,’ and, turn- ing, he went out, followed by his grinning helpers. “I heard the door close, a chain rattle, and I was alone. With the stillness my situation was brought home to me with a shock. Dazed by the rapid succession of events, I groaned in despair, cursing my misfortune. Every muscle in my body began to ache and groan with the strain, as if being pulled out from its place. The drag upon my arms made me sick as if from tossing on the sea, and a giddiness swam over me. A dryness in my throat began to choke me so that I could scarcely swallow. A numbness stole inch by inch along my legs and retreated with a thou- sand needle-pricks. The lower part of my body felt paralyzed, while my arms seemed as if they were being pulled out from their sockets. I could have raved and shouted, but half-maddened as I was from the cru- cifying pain, I was determined not to give them a chance to gloat over me if they happened to be posted outside at the door listening. A sweat sprang out upon me, trickling down my face and limbs and oozing into my clothes. Each breath my lungs drew in stabbed my vitals like a keen knife. God! How much longer must I endure this agony? I wished that I could die and end it all at once, but the throbbing of my heart grew harder and harder with each beat. My head felt as if it were bursting, everything whirled be- fore me. Then the light went out before 18 THE GOLDEN-ROD my eyes, and oblivion mercifully took its place. ‘T awoke. It seemed to me that my body was one great ache. Where was I: What had happened: Then I remem- bered. I was now lying on the ground, untied. I could not see or hear a soul around me, and after a great many efforts that left me trembling, I managed to stand up. A sudden noise to my right brought my heart into my throat. I turned hastily around, thinking it was my captors. But no, it was a horse. My horse! Groping and stumbling my way toward him through the darkness, I pain- fully mounted him and resumed my jour- ney, thinking myself lucky to have escaped alive, though I felt that I should slip out of the saddle any moment. As I write this narrative, I wonder what caused the rascals to leave me unharmed and alive. Perhaps they thought that they, after all, had been mistaken and had killed an innocent traveler. Or were they frightened when they found me uncon- scious, and left me untied on the ground: I cannot fathom even to this day the reason why they left me so suddenly.” With a sigh of disappointment that so interesting a tale was ended so soon, I reluctantly but carefully placed the papers in their original place, and decided that it was time to go to bed, for the clock had just struck twelve. Isadore Richmond, June, ’24. BE A SPOUT There’s a certain little saying That we hear from time to time. No matter where we’re living, In any age or clime; It’s an age-old, kindly saying. And it fits in any rhyme— Be a Sport! At times when you are lonely, When you are feeling blue, When nothing seems exactly right. No matter what you do: Whene’er these feelings strike you, Here’s my advice to you— Be a Sport! Suppose the side you’re backing Doesn’t ever seem to win; Suppose the thing is over Before you do get in! Other folks have just such troubles: Take heed from this and grin— Be a Sport! If friends should disappoint you, Say things behind your back; If days are over-clouded, And all the world looks black; Start counting up the things you have. And not the things you lack— Be a Sport! And if a pain you harbor. You’ll find it pays to smile: If everyone should do it ’Twould soon be quite the style: It’s little things like grinning That help the long, last mile— Be a Sport! Nona West, June, ’26. THE GOLDEN-ROD 19 “Undiscovered Gold” She wasn’t at all a bad girl, or even naughty. It was just that she possessed an everlasting desire to be “in on some- thing,” as she herself expressed it. But when the elderly portion of the female sex of Hillsdale saw most every evening that Ann Evcanson, just out of her teens, had captured another young man with a road- ster that defied all speed laws, they shook their heads and looked askance on the gay little heart-breaker. And when the much- discusscd damsel, attired in a “nifty” checked knicker suit, with her hat jammed at a dangerous angle over her bobbed curls, flapped along Dale Avenue, right past Mrs. Ramsdell’s gate, on the after- noon when that dignified person was en- tertaining the minister and the committee of the Ladies’ Auxiliary on her wide front piazza, these same worthy, elderly ladies lifted their hands and rolled their eyes in horror. But Ann did not mind them in the least. In fact, she rather enjoyed the sensation she created. 'That she might be a source of anxiety to her doting parents never entered her head. Her father had striven hard to keep his business above the water- line, in order that his only daughter might be granted her every reasonable desire. There were times now when he sat up late at night pouring over account books, but although he looked grave and trou- bled, Ann never noticed it. One evening Ann, who had been called from the living-room to the ’phone, bounced back, exclaiming: “What do you know! Dotty says that her brother has invited a perfectly wonderful friend to spend the week with him. An old college friend, it seems. He must be twenty-six or seven, at least; but that does not mat- ter if he is good-looking, and so on. By the way, I want to show Dotty the lovely- compact I bought at Sayre’s today. Guess I’ll run over for a while.” M rs. Evcanson looked as if she were .about to speak, but before she had opened her lips, Ann was bounding up the stairs to her room. A great deal of care was lavished on Ann’s make-up that evening. When she arrived at Dottv’s house, she found that Bob’s much-heralded guest had already arrived, and was conversing on the veranda with a few other young men, all of whom knew Ann intimately. For what eligible young male in Hillsdale was oblivious to that young lady’s charms.5 Richard Barnet, however, ap- peared not to be in the latter class. At first he seemed amused, but soon he ex- hibited signs of boredom at the girl’s light, inconsequential chatter. Piqued by his calm indifference, she resolved to make him take notice of her. During the week of his visit, Ann found many things important enough to be talked over with Dotty at Dotty’s house. But Richard, though studiously polite, never seemed over anxious for her com- pany on these frequent visits. On the contrary, he seemed to avoid her. On the day that he left the town, Ann realized that the conquest of this cool, self-pos- sessed man had become the greatest object of her desire. But the gentleman, appar- ently unaware of the havoc he had wrought in Ann’s heart, packed his bags and went away, promising to come again when he had a chance. And Ann tear- fully told herself that, wild as she seemed to the people of Hillsdale, she must ap- pear very unsophisticated to a man of the world like Mr. Barnet. Two weeks after Richard’s departure, the cloud which had been hanging so heavily over the Evcansons’ household burst. Mr. Eveanson’s business failed. When all debts had been paid, Mr. Eve- anson found himself homeless and with exactly ninety dollars in the world. Think- ing that an opening would present itself in a larger city sooner, Mr. Evcanson took his wife and daughter to a modest apart- ment which he had rented in X—. Then he set about looking for a position. Two days passed in which nothing presented itself, and in which their small sum of money diminished steadily. Mr. Evean- son’s shoulders dropped lower than ever; all his courage seemed to be slipping away. Yet, strangely enough, neither he nor his wife thought of asking the delicate Ann to try her luck. For what could she do? Although she had been educated in a fashionable boarding-school, she was 20 THE GOLDEN-ROD fitted for no responsible position. . And Ann herself: When the third day had come and gone, and with it no signs of work for her father, she began to think seriously. She knew that she could not do secretarial work. She might be able to become a clerk, but where: The next morning Ann slipped out of the house after breakfast. She had be- come very grave in these last few days. Life seemed to have shown that work was to be done everywhere; there was no time to be fooled away. But where: Again that discouraging word. It is doubtful if the elderly female population of Hillsdale would have recognized, at first glance, the pale, sober, little lady who walked quickly down the busy street that morning. From one employment office to another she wandered for the greater part of the day. But nowhere did she meet with success. Late in the afternoon, Ann wended her way back disconsolately. If she could not obtain work and her father was equally unsuccessful, what were they to do: She turned a corner and was jostled roughly by a stout woman. Looking up, she dis- covered that she was standing before a theatre. And above the ticket office her startled gaze fell upon a sign: “Girl Wanted” Her heart jumped, and then she began to consider. Her pride would not allow her to take that sort of job. What if some of her former associates should see her sitting in this little box, like so many of the painted girls she had seen, dealing out tickets to a pleasure-seeking crowd: Her thoughts suddenly turned to Richard Bar- net. She could almost see the amused expression which she fancied would come over his face if he saw her here and com- pared her with the girl she had been when he saw her in Hillsdale. She wanted to move on, but something compelled her to enter the building. As if in a dream, she found herself in the manager’s office, an- swering questions and finally being told to report for work the following morning. Both Mr. and Mrs. Eveanson greeted the announcement of Ann’s decision to work with unbounded astonishment, and not a little gladness. Surely this revealed a new and formerly undiscovered trait in their daughter’s character. One evening Ann, tearing off tickets and making change as rapidly as her tired fingers would permit, heard a low ex- clamation of amazement from outside the booth. She looked up, to see a woman turning away. In a few days the inevitable happened. As Ann was walking through the brightly- lighted street after leaving the office for the evening, a low, strangely familiar voice sounded in her ear. Turning quick- ly, she looked up into the eyes of Richard Barnet. A flood of color rushed into her cheeks, and a sudden desire to run away surged through her. But the young man, boldly drawing her hand through his arm, led her, dumbfounded, into the street. “I left a taxi waiting at the next cor- ner,” he said. This awakened her. “Where are you taking me?” she demanded. “Why, home. I promised your mother—” “My mother! You have visited my mother: But—why—how did you find—” “Oh, easily enough! One of your for- mer friends in Hillsdale happened to see you here working at the theatre, and kind- ly spread it all over town. Dotty wrote to me, telling me all,—your father’s fail- ure and—everything. So you have awak- ened at last, Ann?” “Awakened?” repeated Ann blankly. “Awakened? Why, for the last week or two I have felt as if I were in a strange dream. If you thought me dull and mon- otonous back in Hillsdale, how can you think me otherwise now, of all times?” One of Richard’s big hands closed over the small one resting on his arm. “Dull and monotonous? Why, I thought you were a little too ‘fast’ for me, and determined to forget you. You see, I didn’t think this earnestness was in you. I—Oh, the dickens! What am I raving this way for, when there is really only one thing to say? I saw your parents tonight and received permission to tell you— something—and—and—ask you some- thing, Ann!” Ann’s heart was thumping madly. A wild sense of delicious joy ran like quick- silver through her veins. “Ann!” Richard was looking anxiously into her face. THE GOLDEN-ROD 21 Ann, glancing up, saw the eyes of many passers-by upon them. “Oh, please, please! People will see! Wait—where is that taxi?” Richard came to with a start and glanced about him. “Why, we have walked a whole block beyond it.” And they both laughed, a little unstead- ily, but happy at the something which they saw in each other’s eyes. Florence Rauch, June, ’26. Dulce The sun was slowly setting, shedding its wonderful glory over the dear old gen- tleman so soon to walk the western path. Many a time we had sat thus, watching the dying day, while he related talcs of his youth, so marvelous, mysterious, al- most superhuman. The mystery of the sea and all the Orient lurked in the atmosphere about him, as he began in his kindly way: “Well, my dear, we set sail from Eng- land in the ‘S. S.----’ just at the Christ- mas season, and hearts were heavy at leaving our dear ones. Our destination was India, where we arrived in good time, unloaded passengers, mail and cargo, filled up for the return trip, said our fare- wells, and set out once again for ‘Home, Sweet Home.’ The balmy Indian air was exhilarating. It stole into our very souls as day after day we rode through the different seas. When we left Calcutta, our route lay through the Bay of Bengal into the Indian Ocean, thence to the Arabian Sea, the Gulf of Aden, through the Strait of Bab- e!-Mandeb, and into the Red Sea, for we were returning by way of the Mediter- ranean. “We had been out some days and were making for the Gulf of Aden. The cap- tain, a very dear, intimate friend of mine, after the passengers had retired for the night, had a habit of walking the deck in his bare feet, for he liked to feel the heavy dew that falls in those regions. I, the chief engineer, would ascend to the hatch- way of the upper deck, resting on the casing, enjoying the wonderful Indian nights, as I dreamt of those to whom every revolution of the engines was bringing me closer and closer. As the captain passed, we would exchange desultory talk; so closely knit in soul were we, silence itself was company. “Patter, patter, patter, went the bare feet, fore and aft, for almost an hour. Then, passing me, the captain, looking skyward, said: ‘It’s a dirty night, Mac; it’s a dirty night.’ “Lazily I looked up, agreeing silently, and thinking how bright the moon had been a while previously. Again I was lulled with the swish of the ocean against the ship’s sides, the salt breeze, the purr of my engines, so human to me, and I for- got the ‘dirty night!’ “Patter, patter came the captain again, muttering to himself. By this time I had come fully on deck and, standing at the rail, began examining weather conditions, feeling premonitions. “The captain, coming up to where I stood, began sniffing the air, saying: ‘Dulce, dulce!’ in a questioning way; then, after a pause, ‘I smell dulce, Mac, I smell dulce!’ “Dulce is a seaweed which grows only near shores, and is eaten in some coun- tries as a vegetable. “‘Dulce!’ Shall I ever forget the sniff I took? Just at that moment the moon in all her splendor shone through a break in two high peaks. “‘Great God!’ I cried, ‘we are on the rocks!’ “No need for bells—no need for sig- nals ! How I reached the engines I never knew, but before even the captain put foot on the bridge, I had her full speed astern,—back, back from that terrible death! Away, away from the black Cape of Guardafui! “We had been running full speed ahead into the rocks on the northeastern coast of Africa, where only man-eating savages live, and if once we had been wrecked there, none would have survived to tell the tale. 22 THE GOLDEN-ROD “Next morning, as we took our seats a breakfast, our eyes met with an under- standing none but we two could ever know. The passengers babbled on, little Caesar’s L, Bang! Crash! Blinkcty-blank, bam! “Caesar was hurled to the floor with such a terrific blow that it brought Mother hurrying in to see if Pd fallen and broken my precious neck. When she saw me sitting apparently in good health, but glaring down with a fero- cious countenance at “Caesar’s Gallic Wars,” her anxiety was relieved, and ex- asperation immediately took its place. “Migs!” she demanded rather sternly, “did you deliberately throw that book on the floor:” “Yes, I did!” I burst out, giving vent to my emotions. “An’ the darn thing’s goin’ to stay there! ’Magine that poor fool takin’ two whole pages to tell how he crossed a blamed ol’ river. All the con- founded bug could do, anyway, ’cept shoot off hot air!” Having relieved myself of this much of my indignation, I sat back and glared disgustedly down at the book. Mother surveyed the wreck on the floor—the book had landed so the pages were crumpled and tossed—and then me, deliberating probably on what course was the wisest .to follow. “Migs!” she commanded, “pick that book up at once, and finish your lesson.” “No, I won’t!” I retorted. “I ain’t ever goin’ to have any more to do with that lunatic! Why in the devil did he have to write an account of his fool wars anyhow, —poor ham! Oh! I hate him, and all the darn rivers he ever crossed!” Mother was plainly shocked—not only at the outburst and terrible language I had used, but also at the idea of her darling and only child deliberately sauc- ing and disobeying her. and, having de- scended from good old Puritan stock, at the idea of anyone actually expressing hate. In my present state I was beyond reas- oning with,—and she knew it from ex- perience. She left the room quickly. After she had gone mv better nature knowing their narrow escape, while he and I silently thanked God for His mer- cies.” Jean Hepburn, June, ’24. ast Battle prompted me to pick up the book and set it with some reluctance upon my untidy desk. Then I started to cry—force of habit, I guess; it was not the first time “Caesar” had reduced me to tears. I usually felt better afterwards. 'Phis time, however, I began to sympathize with my- self, and was finally convinced that I was being treated very inconsiderately when I was made to take Latin in my college course; then I began to denounce whoever had invented the college board require- ments. If I had elected Latin I should probably have thought it lovely, or at least I wouldn’t have given in that I didn’t; the unfortunate part of it was, though. I had been made to take it. That’s what I resented most, for I was never made to do anything I didn’t want to until I entered High School,—and then it was rather late to begin my much-needed training. Then there were so many other subjects I should much rather take, and so many other things I should much rather do, for instance,—at that moment I would much rather have been dancing, skiing or read- ing some delightful book of Dickens’, in- stead of helping Caesar across another Gallic river. This proved too much for me, and again “Caesar” landed crashing on the floor. “Oh! please don’t do that again,” a feeble voice protested. “It—it m-most knocks the little breath I’ve got left out of me.” I jumped! Turning around, I beheld “Ciesar” struggling to get up. “Great Caesar’s ghost!” I muttered. “It’s pretty bad when one begins to see things.” “Ooh!” wailed Caesar, “there I’m being called a ‘thing’ again; they all do it!” “Who?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. “Oh, my dear,” he said. “Why, all the High School pupils that see me say, ‘think I’d study that thing!’ And those who THE GOLDEN-ROD 23 have to study me say, ‘Wish I could throw that darn thing in a river,’ and—the—” “W ell, whatever did you cress so many rivers for, anyway?” I demanded, helping him to his feet, for he looked so pitiful trying to get up. ‘W —you see, it was a marshy country, and when I came to a r—river I had to cross it to—cr—cr—get on the other side,” he explained. “W hatever makes you lose your breath so?” I demanded anxiously. “It—it’s the way I’m treated,” he sobbed. “I’m knocked about so that—I— I’m nearly all in. Why, even today ’Red’ fell out a window during Latin period and carried m—me w—with him. Then Eddy, Izzy, Ted, and lots of the others tear the very insides out of me, and m—m—make —airships! Oh, I—I—c—c—can’t hold out much longer!” “Oh, can’t you? I’m so glad!” I ex- claimed enthusiastically; then turned crimson as I thought of what Mother would say if she heard me being so rude. He groaned, and I quickly changed the subject by saying: “Didn’t you ever lose any battles? It’s terribly monotonous to read of your old victories all the time.” “One doesn’t boast of one’s defeat,” was the simple answer. “Then you admit,” I asked quickly, “that you bragged of your victories?” “But weren’t they glorious ones?” he questioned. “But, oh! I wish I’d never written that book. If I hadn’t I could be sleeping peacefully in my grave now, as a dead man should. As it is, I have to haunt delinquent pupils!” “Latin is a dead language, As dry as it can be, It killed all the Romans, And now it’s killin’ me!” I quoted, “and that’s the truth!” “Oh! I’m so glad!” he cried. I regretted having turned crimson for being rude; he was every bit as rude as I! “Really, I’m sorry,” he apologized, ■ catching sight of a dangerous gleam in my too expressive eyes, “but it’s my business to conquer, and it looks as if I were going to have an easy job this time.” “Why!” I ejaculated, “whatever do you mean by that?” “You seem to be won over to my cause already,—that means another victory for me to brag about. You sec, there is more than one kind of battle: this time it’s a battle between ‘duty’ and ‘laziness.’ You know you ought to study Latin, but you’re too lazy to take time. Thus you’re lettin’ a litt'e ‘thing’ like me conquer you.” “Never!” I shouted. “I wouldn’t give you another victory to brag about if—if— if I had to stay up all night!” “Oh!” he murmured, “you—you’ve ch—changed your m—mind?” He was gasping for breath again, and growing smaller and smaller. “How preposterous to think otherwise.” I grew quite eloquent as he slowly shriv- eled up. “W—why did you g—give up b—b— be—before?” he inquired. “Oh,” I answered casually, “merely one of my idiosyncracies; I always feel better after a spell like that; however, in the future I shall not be so inconsistent. I shall conquer you in the beginning instead of making such a disturbance.” “My 1—1—last b—battle with y—y— you, my b—b—breath—” “Yes, an’ you’ve lost it! You’ve—” He had shriveled into nothing. I was sitting with “Caesar’s Gallic Wars” open on the desk in front of me. A short while after I sought my Mother and rather shamefacedly apologized. “I’m sorry for acting so, Mumsy,” I confessed, putting my arms around her. “An’ I didn’t mean what I said—most of it, anyway—and I’ve finished all my Latin.” How she survived the shock of hearing me apologize for anything is more than I can say,—but I guess she must have learned bv now not to be surprised at anything I do. She looked at me with her face screwed up into a question mark, then she laughed. “Rcallv, Megsy,” she said, “you do beat all!” Then she added as she looked at my rumpled curls and swollen eyes: “Gracious, child! Does Latin affect you that way? You look as if you just woke up from a long nap!” Mabel Arnold Glilhop, Feb., ’25. 24 THE GOLDEN-ROD. (With sheerest apologies to Miss Cummings, my English teacher, who has worked unceasingly in trying to teach her pupils to spell correctly.) The Chainge Blithe Bloos Act I They’s too burds wauking roun this burg in a sullen sorta way; They ware a sad and dreery look, and they ain’t got much ter say; Now, frens, I'll bet my powder puff that if yew were in there shoos Yew wood n’t look no different—they got the chainge buthe bloos. Act II They’s a caige up in the attic with pad- locs all aroun, And a cupla gards ter gard it—and I mite add they’s a houn. They’s copses tew but their inside. I’ll admit there sorta strainge, Frens, allow me tew introduce tew yew the place ware yew get chainge. Act III Now this aint a transfur stashun, we only deel in cash; Coarse acashunly we get foney koins; sometimes they throe in mash. But my pardner and myself admit (and by gosh it aint no fib) That handing out chainge tew pewpils aint the best we ever did. Act IV The gang cums dashing up at the begining of pieces, And they croud around the chainge buthe in an orful sorta mess. “No pennies, please”—“No coppers”— “Hay, take that hen fede out”— These wurds ring in our eers all day; they cum frum evrv mout. Act V Sum want this and sum want that, its ac- cord in tew they’re buil’, And yer gutter soote them all, they’ll be surved, they shoorly will. And when the rush is over and the last one’s turned away, We flop into each other’s alms, and we just sorta sway. Curtain. Walter Cullman. THE GOLDEN-ROD 25 Ashes “Whisp-ring voices of yester-years, Ghosts of the smiles we used to know; Tinkling laughter subdued by tears— Whisp’ring voices of yester-years: lender phrases, sweet to our ears, Speaking our name in accents low, WhispTing voices of yester-years, Ghosts of the smiles we used to know.” Twilight had fallen upon the earth, twilight, with its shadows, its peaceful- ness, and its great gift of dreams. The blizzard which had raged all day was now calming down as if to blend with the ab- solute stillness of the hour. Roger, seated at his window, watched the snow as it softly fell, covering wood, mansion, cottage and street with a blanket sure and white. Occasionally he raised his wrinkled and shaky hand to wave at a merry crowd of young people out to cele- brate New Year’s. The shadows had deepened and the room grown cold when Roger called for his servant. Quickly James entered, and with a “Yes, sir,” was at his master’s bidding. His master, still gazing across the vast stretch of whiteness that lay before him, said with a tragic and almost pathetic voice, “Did you hear those sleigh bells a few minutes ago? That was a sleigh party off to celebrate New Year’s. Youth, love, and happiness. I had them once, but I played them against pride and was over- powered. What have I now? Nothing but memories, cold, dead ashes of an old love.” A sigh escaped from his lips as he rose from the chair by the window and slowly made his way to the comfortable arm- chair in front of the fireplace. “Better put another log on the fire, James; the room is getting cold.” The log soon crackled merrily on the open hearth, and James, dismissed for the evening, left his master alone. Seated before the glowing fire, his eyes constantly upon a painting of a lovely lady in brocades and lace, the old man gave way to reveries. “Ah, my dear Roger, it is very rude and by no means proper for gentlemen to sleep while young ladies call. Won’t you please wake up?” Shyly she asked it as she stood before him, lovely and fair in her crinolines and powdered wig. Half-asleep, half-awake, the old man gazed at her. Who was it that confronted him? A look of surprise and joy spread over his face as he cried, “Why you— you are Elizabeth, my lovely painting come to life.” “Yes, I’m your Elizabeth,” she replied, “the maiden who broke your heart.” Sitting at his feet, her head resting upon his old and shaky knees, they lived over again the bittersweet romance of their life. “Fifty odd years ago, can you think back that far?” she began. “That was ’way back in the days when you were a young gallant, and I was the Belle of the Debutantes. For over a year you had been courting me, and folks began to take it for granted that we were lovers. On New Year’s Eve, the night of the annual winter ball, you asked me to go with you. For no reason at all (it was only a whim of youth) I refused your invitation, and went with a young man who had long tried to court me. You, angered beyond reproach, appeared at the ball in the com- pany of a beautiful and notorious French actress. “Our romance then dashed upon the rocks. With Stubborncss piloting your ship and Pride piloting mine, we were un- able to get beyond the rocks and into smooth waters again. We broke apart, leaving after us many a heartache. “I’m sorry now, Roger, sorry when it is too late. That’s the way with life, isn’t it? Always too late—too late!” Roger awoke from his dream with a start. The embers had died down very low. Nothing but ashes remained on the hearth, and in the heart of an old man heavy and cold lay the ashes of a dead love. Leonora Aida Colombo, Feb., ’24. 26 THE GOLDEN-ROD A Little One-Act Play Entitled “LEARNING A SPEECH” Scene First and Only: A four-sided room in a shingled house. John, a boy of about seventeen summers, is trying to learn a speech for a debate the next even- ing. John stands before a large mirror and begins to speak: John: Mr. Chairman, ladies and gen- tlemen. My colleague, the first speaker for— Voice (from below): John, dear, please get me some coal. John: Yes, Mother. (Under breath) ! : x : ! $ (John gets the coal, then resumes for- mer position before the mirror.) John: Ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Chairman—no, that’s wrong—Mr. Chair- man, ladies and gentlemen. My—{John is interrupted by commotion around pedal extremities. The dog and cat are having a little boxing match.) John (very gently): Now, Peter and Bozo, you run along and play outside. (After brief struggle, manages to put both canine and feline out of the room.) John: Now, let’s see, now, where was Ir Oh, yes: Mr. Chairman, ladies and gentlemen. My colleague—(loud snickers from rear. John turns and perceives little brother grinning at him.) John: Hey, get out of here, you little runt. (Little brother does a hasty exit, and runs to Mother.) Little Brother: Hey, Ma, Johnny’s gone nutty. He’s up in your room yellin’ at himself in the mirror about the Bolshe- vicks. John (again): Mr. Chairman, ladies and gentlemen. My colleague, the first speaker for the—(Bang!-bang!—crash! —noises from little brothers room. In the meanwhile, Mother starts the vacuum cleaner, small sister plays the piano, older brother whistles, a fid father saws wood.) John: Oh, d—n! !!;xzfi£! (John grabs papers containing speech and retreats to garage, where he continues to practice in the same manner.) Clarence Nickerson. Wliv the Man-in-the-Moon Winked It happened in a library, the shelves of which were filled with delightful looking books. It would not have happened if the moon hadn’t been out. It was a round moon, and the features of Mr. Man-in- thc-Mcon were very distinct in it. Wher- ever the light of that silver disc fell, magic was there. The rays of the moon flooded the library with a pale radiance, magic was produced, and it happened, which brings us back to the beginning. Just as the grandfather’s clock in the hall was striking midnight, a great rustling filled the room. Out from be- tween the covers of the books stole myri- ads of tiny people. They swarmed over every available piece of furniture, their eyes big with excitement. An old. vener- able man with a scythe jumped onto the table in the middle of the room and called for silence. “Friends,” began Father Time, for it was he, “we have met here tonight to dis- cuss the defects of modern authors in general. Now, their greatest crime lies in making their characters do as their auth- ors wish, rather than allowing them to act as they themselves wish. A few cases will illustrate my point. For instance, take the case of Captain Kidd. The author who is writing about that illustrious pirate actually caused his ship to be searched within the twelve-mile limit for contra- band liquors!” “Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Yo- ho-ho and a bottle of rum!” croaked Cap- tain Kidd’s parrot. “Order!” shouted Father Time. “Fur- thermore,” he continued in a milder voice, “they made Bluebeard—” “Bluebeard can speak for himself, sir,” growled that individual. “I’ve been mar- THE GOLDEN-ROD 2? ried to one hundred and twelve women and got away with it, and now my author marries me off to a little chit of a movie actress, and instead of making her be overwhelmed with the honor I have con- ferred upon her, he actually has the temerity of making her have me arrested for polygamy! Me arrested—me, Blue- beard! I'11 murder him for that. Til—” “Don’t get excited, Bluebeard,” piped up Little Boy Blue. “I, too, have sutfered a lot. My author puts the haystack under which I am to fall asleep near a house. The people there own a radio with a loud speaker. As they always keep the win- dows open, I can listen in. Why, the other day I forgot to go to sleep, I was so interested in listening to the weather fore- casts. My cows wander into the corn, but instead of making me blow my horn as any sensible person would do, that author of mine makes all the drivers of the flivvers which pass toot theirs, and back come my cows. Imagine making cows mistake the noise of those things for my melodious horn! Anyone but a mod- ern author has a better idea of a cow’s musical ear than that. It’s onlv fair that—” “Who’s getting excited now:” jeered the Little Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe. “Not that I don’t sympathize with you. Why, I can’t even put my many children to bed without giving them their supper any longer. The person that writes about me made a rich, benevolent old man take pity on me and—” “What!” shouted Scrooge, “is that what happens to my money? I suppose it’s better than investing it in German marks. Wait until I put my hands on that author!” “Don’t get excited,” admonished Fa- ther Time. “Don’t get excited!” repeated Cinder- ella bitterly. “What would you do if an author made you do house-cleaning with those modern contraptions, such as vacuum cleaners and Thor washing ma- chines. And there’s no such thing as a fairy godmother in the opinion of my dear author. ‘All blathcrdash,’ he says.” Here Cinderella began to cry softly, and the Mock Turtle, her nearest neighbor, began to cry with sympathy. ‘ Don’t cry, Cinderella, ’ bc0gcd the Poor Little Match Girl. “It might be much worse. There’s a silver lining to every cloud.” “It couldn't be any worse,” moaned the Mock Turtle dolefully. “There’s no sil- ver lining to this cloud, take my word for it. Why, these poor pretentious mortals haven’t the least idea of a Lobster Quad- rille. It’s a much better dance than the Ritz, of which they write so much.” “I perceive that you arc a pessimist,” the Poor Little Match Girl said pityingly. “No, I’m not,” sobbed the Mock Tur- tle. “I’m only a turtle, and a fine one at that, even i I do say so myself.” “Well,” said Father Time, turning to the rest of the characters from the books, “now that you have heard these cases, what shall we do to our authors?” “Fry them in cod-liver oil,” bellowed Bluebeard. “Nothing of the kind,” contradicted Captain Kidd, glaring. “I’ll tell you what,” said Simple Simon suddenly, “wreck them on a desert island and make them listen to a Jazz Band for the REST OF THEIR LIVES!” A deep silence greeted Simple Simon’s suggestion, and then all the would-be torturers of the poor authors popped back, broken-hearted, into the places from which they came. And outside the Man-in-the-Moon winked, at nothing in particular. Anna Palazzi, June, ’24. WARNING! Don’t Miss the June Number of the GOLDEN-ROD Bigger and Better than Ever. Order Your Copy Early. 28 THE GOLDEN-ROD School Nsws CLASS NOTES Senior Class At a meeting of the class on March 3rd, Perley Pay son was elected treasurer. At another meeting the following committees were elected: Reception, Ernest Yallec, Chairman, Bessie Thurber, and Eric Sjorstrom. Class Song—Owen Stoner, Chairman, Barbara Morgan, and Edson Fuller. Class Day—James Cunningham, Chairman, Geraldine Olive, Ruth Hill, Betty Morgan, Thomas Donlin. Junior Class The February, ’25, Pin Committee is now working to select a pin for their class. Clara Saylor, Corinne Holteen and Robert Fay are on the committee. The following students have been elected to the February, ’25, Golden-Rod Staff: Editor-in-Chief, Alexander Souden; Literary Editor, Clara Saylor; News Edi- tor, Gertrude Savage; Athletic Editor, Henry Cutler; Alumnae Editor, Margaret Marr; Exchange Editor, Corinne Holteen; Joke Editor, Edward Maloney. Sophomore Class The Sophomore girls are exulting over the successful season in basketball. Al- though the Seniors won the championship, the Sophomores plaved very fine basket- ball. Freshman Class This semester the afternoon Freshman Glee Club consists of fifty mixed voices, since there is no time for both a boys’ and girls’ glee club. The Freshman Or- chestra gave an excellent performance January 29, the second night of the Senior Dramatics. Woodward Freshmen An assembly has been planned by the teachers of the school to be held Wednes- day, April 2, before the spring vacation. Ruth Hayden, a pupil of the school, is to give a piano solo, and a reading, “Elaine,” by Tennyson, will be given by Miss Isabel B rown. THE TRAFFIC SQUADS The new traffic squads are doing their work well. The arm-bands worn bv the officers add a certain dignity to the posi- tion, and both the officers and the rest of the students seem to be taking more seri- ously the problem of filing between class- es. 'fhe innovation of girl officers is also working out satisfactorily. Let’s all keep up the good work. COMMANDER WILLIAMS TALKS TO 'FHE BOYS At a meeting of the upper class boys in the hall, March 21, 1924, Commander Williams of the G. A. R. was received en- thusiastically, and gave an inspiring talk on the value of military training. The meeting was called to create interest in the Citizen’s Military Training Camps. Colonel Smith told about the New Eng- land camp at Devens. A number of boys showed their interest by remaining to ob- tain more information. CLASS DANCES BEST IN YEARS The dances given this year by the Jun- ior and Senior classes have been the most successful in years, in the opinion of both the faculty and the student body. A Valentine Dance was given by the junior and Senior classes Februarv 29, 1924. Preceding the dance, an entertainment was given in the assembly haM. Mr. Res- nick gave two very fine violin solos, ac- companied by Isadore Szathmary. Mr. Szathmary also played two delightful selections on the piano. Miss Walmslev and Mr. Nisson presented an acrobatic skit, “Powerful Katrinka and Her Assist- ant Friday,” which was enthusiastically received by the audience. At the conclu- sion of the entertainment all retired to the “gym,” where dancing was enjoyed. The “gym” was suitably decorated with Val- entine colors and hearts. The matrons were Mrs. Ernest L. Collins, Mrs. Fred- erick H. Brcslyn, and Mrs. Almon Fuller. The success of the dance was due to the committee, under the direction of Miss Dawson and Mr. Upham. THALIA CLUB Top Row (Left to Right)— Mildred Wiley. Impi Keski, Mergaret Walker, Agnes Fcmel , Margaret Marr, Lucy Zonotti, Mablc Pratt, Alice MacMillan, Beatrice Martineau, Mildred Arsenault, Ilmi Puskala, Virginia Carville. Mary Devin;, Rachel Thomas. Second Row- Miss Wood, Miss Howe, Barbara Walker. Geraldine Olive, Dorothy Osborne, Agnes McPhillips, Margaret Buckley, Bernice Bain, Hclmi Flinck Miss Walmslcy, Miss Coulman. Third Row Sophi Merenty, Edna She , Treasurer. Elizabeth Morey, Secretary, Geraldine Hinsoi, President, Clara Saylor, Vice-President, Ruth O’Malley, Evelyn Ambrose. Front Row Mabel Guilhop, Anna Pavan, Vera Persion. 30 THE GOLDEN-ROD BASKETBALL RECEPTION To show their appreciation of the fine work done by the basketball team this year, the Senior and Junior classes gave a basketball reception, Fridav, March 21, 1924. Before the dance a short entertainment was given in the hall. Eliot Weil, James Sullivan, James Cunningham and James Hays, as the “Dum Dum Boys,” gave a novel performance. Clarence Nickerson made a hit as a country bumpkin, singing songs and telling stories. Edson Fuller, assisted by Thomas Donlin, creditably exhibited fancy roller-skating. The last event was a series of clever acrobatic stunts by Clarence Nickerson and Edson Fuller. The “gym” was prettily decorated by the committee under the direction of Miss Shaw and Miss Nichols. Music was fur- nished by the “Collegian Orchestra” of Boston University. The elimination dance was won by Miss Enid Bradford and James Sullivan. Basketball Q’s were presented by Mrs. Collins to the following boys of the squad: Merton Clcale, Eric Sjorstrom, Ernest Vallee. Captain William Killoh, James Fancher, John Hamre. Perlev Payson, Monroe Mac1 can. Ellis Hughs, and Man- ager Walter Eckblom. QUINCY VICTOR IN DEBATES Thus far the season has been a very successful one for the Debating Society. The aim of the club is to have three de- bates a year. Two of these have been held, and a third debate will take place in the near future. The first contest this year was with Milton High School, a dual debate, one Quincy team debating in Milton and one at home on the same evening. The sub- ject was, “Resolved: That the U. S. should at once recognize the existing Soviet gov- ernment of Russia.” The Quincy teams, by hard work and good delivery, won unanimously both at Milton and at home. The negative team consisted of Gordon Archibald, Conrad Nobili, Ernest Paige, Alternate, Edson Fuller, with Ernest Paige as rebuttal speaker. The affirma- tive side was upheld by James McPhil- lips, Clarence Nickerson, Eliot Weil, Al- ternate, Ainsley Dingwell, Elict Weil taking the rebuttal. The best speakers were Eliot eil and Ernest Paige. On March 14, 1924, the second debate of the season was held. This was a single debate with Malden High. The subject was, “Resolved: That the Bok Peace Plan should be adopted by the United States.” The Quincy debaters upheld the negative and received a unanimous decision. The speakers were Conrad Nobili, Ernest Paige, Eliot Weil; Alternate, James Mc- Phillips. Eliot Weil took the rebuttal, and was voted best speaker. I he Debating Club hold their meetings twice a month in the school. Subjects debated in the meetings have been: “Re- solved: That paid coaches should be abolished from college athletics”; “Re- solved: That the I nited States adopt the Bok Peace Plan.” On Wednesday, March 19, 1924, the Debating Club members were the guests of the Wollaston Congregational Men’s Club. The boys enjoyed a fine supper, and later in the evening held a debate to entertain they' hosts. The results of the February election were: President, Clarence Nickerson; Vice-President, Ainsley Dingwell; Secre- tary, Gordon Archibald; Treasurer, Fran- cis O’Brien. MOTHER’S DAY PARTY On January 7, 1924, Mother’s Day was celebrated under the auspices of the Thalia Club. At twe-thirty the mothers met in the library to become acquainted with the teachers and with each other, and then were escorted to the assembly hall, where a delightful entertainment was furnished by the club. The play. “Three Pills in a Bottle,” from the “47 Work- shop,” was put on under the direction of Miss Wood of the Faculty and a commit- tee of girls. Those taking part were: Leonora Colombo, Barbara Walker, Ag- nes Fornell, Clara Saylor, Maria Edmon- ston, Edith Miller, V irginia Carville, and Anna Eovacious. The next event on the program was a set of two delightful dances by a talented member of the club. Miss Virginia Carville. After a short talk by Mr. Collins to the girls and their mothers, everyone proceeded to the library, where THE GOLDEN- ROD 31 refreshments were served. Much credit is due Miss Howe, Faculty adviser of the club, and her efficient committee for the success of the party. At the beginning of the new term, Glee Club trials were given for those pupils entering from afternoon classes. Quite a number were added to both the Boys’ and the Girls’ Glee Clubs. MUSICAL JOTTINGS On Sunday, March 16th, the Boys’ Glee Club sang at the Community Congrega- tional Church. An interesting program was rendered by the club. The Glee Club also sang March 18th at a supper and lecture given by the First Parish Men’s Club. This event proved especially in- teresting to the boys, since they enjoyed a fine supper and a fascinating illustrated lecture on “The Maine Woods,” given by Mr. Underwood. The Orchestra, under the direction of Miss Howes, has shown its musical ability on many occasions during the year. 'Flic Orchestra played at a meeting of the Wol- laston Parents’ and Teachers’ Association, where Corinne Roosevelt spoke. On March 3rd, the Orchestra assisted splen- didly at the performance given by the Quincy Women’s Club, playing before the play and between the acts. The Girls’ Glee Club, under the direc- tion of Miss Howes, sang at the Quincy Point Congregational Church. The joint Glee Clubs of the school are planning to broadcast a concert from the Shepard Studio in the near future. Every Thursday the Chorus meets in the hall to practice for the Spring Concert, at which “Hiawatha’s Wedding Feast” will be presented. HONOR ROLL February, 192 1—Highest Honors—Er- mano Basilio, Phyllis Mcsman. Honors —Maria Edmonston, Mildred Fitts, Alice Goodspeed. June, 1924—Highest Honors—Ruth Hill, Anna Palazzi. Honors—Ruth Gum- ming, Jean Hepburn, Geraldine Olive, Ernest Paige, Anna Pavan, Mabel Pratt, Helvi Sundelin, Louise Thompson, Mar- garet Walker, Mildred Wood. February, 1925 — Highest Honors — Clara Saylor, Alexander Soudcn. Honors —Laura Aalto, Evelyn Ambrose, Beatrice Martineau, Annie Ohman, Ilmi Puskala, William Tarbox, Carl Wennberg. June, 1925—Highest Honors—Virginia Carvillc,' John HofTcrty, James Lane, Vera Pcrsion, Barbara Walker, Harriet Patterson. Honors—Mildred Arsenault, Margaret Gibb, Robert Hunter, Impi Koski, Alice Lewis, Ruth McAllister, Sophie Marcntz, Edna Shea, Alice Waite, Marion Wright. February, 1926 — Highest Honors — Walter Peterson, Rachel Pyyny, Dorothy Saunders, Stanley Spencer, Taimi Wchtcr. Honors—Robert Anderson, Helen Bates, Charles Brooks, Geraldine Curran, John Djerf, Doris Ricker, Margaret Savard. June, 1926—Highest Honors—Riama Crawford, Dorothy Hill, Franklin Horton, Phoebe Linberg, Agnes Olsen, Esther Read. Honors—George Barker, Marion Burdett, Porter Collins, Helen Dematy, John Fairbanks, Evelyn Hanson, Edwin Martell, Florence Rauch, Horace Thorncr, Louise Wheeler. February, 1927 — Highest Honors — Frederick Buck, Bessie Diamond, Gerard Hoyle, Grace Kicswctter, George LeCain, Raymond McPhail, Gertrude Natti, Max Stein. Ray Stenbcrg, Dorothy Waite, Louise Whiton. Honors—Gordcn Baxter, Sylvia Carlson, Leo Darr, Ruth Gcsmcr, Dorothy Gray, Ellen Huovincn, Mildred Johnson, Myrtle Johnson, Marjorie Jor- dan, Marie Kane, Robert Kennedy, Hclga Knnutunnen, William Masson, Mildred Parsons, Stella Robicheav, Marjorie Shea, Irja Tenhuncn, Irma Wennberg, Helen White, Mildred Wood. June, 1927—Highest Honors—Herbert Allbright, Earl Ayres, Miriam Carr, Lis- ena DiBona, Helen Erickson, Louise Gal- leher, Gertrude Hatfield, Rose Luftman, Florence Moore, Doris Simmons, Carola Whitman, Josephine Wastcoat. Honors —Frances Braun, Alice Campbell, David Cornish, Dorothy Craig, Aubrey Evans, Anna Flaherty, John Freeman, Doris Gannon, Bessie Goldman, Lorimer Graves, Agnes Gustafson, Eleanor Hor- ton, Eli Kaufman, Louise Locke, Harrison Linnell, Catherine Lowe, Lucy McGrath, John McKown, Marjorie Moles, Enio Pcrsion, Ethel Phinnev, Lillian Riihimaki, Carol Sargent, Ida Shangold, Martha Sis- son, Emily Smith. Mary Sweeney, Helen Tebbcts, Brcnton Turner. HERE THEY ARE QUINCY’S 1923-24 BASKETBALL TEAM Front Row Left to Right)—Vallee, Sjorstrom, Captain Killoh, McLean, Hamre Back Row -Coach Clark, Parson, Cleale, Fancher. Hughes, Manager Eckblom QUINCY HAS HRILTJAN A squad of eighteen men, six of them letter men, was finally selected by Coach Clark for the varsity basketball team. The letter men returning were “Tooey” Maskelieson, “Ibby” Jacobson, Eric Sjos- trom, “Ernie” Vallee, “Bob” Mowbray, and “Russ” Milford. Maskelieson, Mow- bray, Jacobson, and Milford were lost to the team after the first game with Rock- land, on account of graduation. The re- maining men, however, were able t$ “carry on” in a style worthy of veter- BASKETBALL SEASON ans. These making up the remainder of the squad, besides Sjostrom and Vallee, were Cameron, Cleale, Cutler, Fancher, Hamre, Hayes, Hughes, Killoh, Lindholm, Lubarsky, MacLean, and Payson. These men made up a combination which, out of the fourteen games played, chalked up a record of eleven victories. Of the three games lost, two were by only one point, and the third was by five points —a record to be proud of. The total of points for the season shows that Quincy THE GOLDEN-ROD 33 was able to score 244 points while her opponents were gathering 178. The mar- gin of nearly five points per game clearly shows the superiority of Quincy’s basket- tossers. The Quincy second team played only one game, that being with Braintree Second. Braintree won 14 to 12. One of the best games of the season was that played at Rockland. Quincy won 21 to 16. At the end of the first half, Quincy held the lead, 13 to 8, but the sec- ond half was fast and furious, and the teams fought even, each scoring eight points. “Jimmy” Francher scored seven- teen points, both in this game and the first Braintree game. Another notable victory was that over Walpole, 18 to 16. Walpole has always had a reputation for fine teams, but “Kil- loh and Co.” easily showed who had the better team. The two victories over Wellesley also helped add to Quincy’s prestige. Few ex- cept those who had seen the fine play of our men expected that Quincy would fare well, because Wellesley is well known for the merit of her basketball teams. When Quincy tied scores of 16 to 15 and 27 to 14 to the Wellesley tail, considerable sur- prise was manifested. Rivers School, according to the “ex- perts” far above Quincy’s class, was sent home under the burden of a 13 to 6 de- feat. Probably the greatest factor in Quincy’s glowing success was her remarkably fine team-play. In years past team-work has been apparent in spots, but this year every fellow on the squad was instilled with the spirit, and the result was ex- tremely gratifying to all concerned. This spirit was evident even in the conversa- tion of the players; in speaking of a game there were no “I’s” to be heard—it was “we” or “the fellers.” Quincy didn’t play a single team whose team-work was better. No limit can be set to the credit due Coach Clark, Capt. “Bill” Killoh, and every other fellow on the squad. Their spirit was not marred once during the season by a tendency toward individual play. Every fellow was playing so that the team would win—not to get applause for himself. And, in doing this, they received much more praise than any amount of “grandstand play” could have won them. The summary of the season’s games Quincy 8 vs. Somerville 9 Quincy 14 vs. Somerville 9 Quincy 16 vs. Wellesley 15 Quincy 27 vs. Wellesley 14 Quincy 19 vs. Belmont 11 Quincy 12 vs. Belmont 13 Quincy 21 vs. Rockland 19 Quincy 21 vs. Rockland 16 Quincy 17 vs. Milton Acad. 22 Quincy 30 vs. Braintree 15 Quincy 19 vs. Braintree 11 Quincv 18 vs. Walpole 16 Quincy 13 vs. Rivers 6 Quincv 9 vs. Everett 2 Quincy (2nd) 12 vs. Braintree (2nd) 14 SENIORS GO THROUGH SEASON UNDEFEATED The Senior girls’ basketball team has just completed a season of which it can be rightfully proud. The team, composed of Eleanor Anderson and Miriam West- land, guards; Florence Martin, jumping center; Elinor Strickland and Geraldine Hanson, side centers; and Lillian Bayfield and Madeline Donohue, forwards, came through the season unscathed, having de- feated every team sent against them. This team has made a fine record in having completed two successive seasons without suffering a single defeat. The Seniors arc certainly worthy of the name of “Cham- pions.” Miss Walmsley cannot be given too much credit for her excellent work in coaching the girls; nor can the girls be too highly commended for so faithfully fol- lowing her expert advice. It is hoped that next season will be as successful as the one just ended, and that the same stellar playing will continue. SOPHS ARE CLASS CHAMPS After the regular basketball season had closed, a series of inter-class games was held. The Sophs, by winning all three of their games, became the “champeens.” The Seniors won two and lost two, while the Juniors were able to take only one of the five games played. These games brought to the front several men who should prove valuable to the school team next year. 34 THE GOLDEN-ROD As conditions now are, interclass games cannot be held throughout the season, but when our dreams of a new building arc realized, it may be possible to do so. They would undoubtedly be tremendously ben- eficial in providing a sort of training ground for players of potential varsity calibre, besides giving more fellows an opportunity to play the game. Games of this sort would also be of great assistance in developing strong class spirit. QUINCY’S RELAY STARS 1923-24 INDOOR RELAY TEAM Front Row (Lsft to Right)—Vallee, Morse, Earle Back Row—Manager Beck, MacLeod, Gately, Coach Williams TRACK TEAM ENJOYS SUCCESS- FUL INDOOR SEASON On March 1, Quincy’s track team com- pleted an exceptionally successful indoor track season. Coach Wilson and the fel- lows were, of course, handicapped by the poor conditions for indoor work here, but even so Quincy was able to give a good account of herself in the four meets in which she took part. On February 1, the team went to Lynn for a dual meet with Lynn English. The latter team won because of Quincy’s un- familiarity with the track. Quincy won the relay race, however, showing our greater speed, but our men were unable to pass the Lynn runners. “Randy” Cook was second in the shot with 40 ft. 5 in. “Bob” Gately captured second place, and “Ding” Dingwell third in the 1000. “Nor- my” Earle scored third in both the 300 and the standing broad, in which he jumped 8 ft. 9 in. The winning relay team was composed of MacLeod, Morse, Gately and Earle. At the State High School meet on Feb- ruary 16, Quincy took sixth place in Class B, securing a total of eight points. “Randy” Cook won the shot, putting it 39 ft. 10 in. “Normy” Earle was third in the broad jump, leaping 9 ft. 2 4 in. Quincy’s relay team, Earle, MacLeod, Gately, and Vallee, beat Boston Trade and Brighton in 2-18-2. Quincy took fourteenth place in the Huntington meet and scored L}4 points, THE GOLDEN-ROD 35 the relay team’s win from Winthrop being the only score made by our men. The winning team was made up of Earle, Morse, Gately and Vallee. Quincy’s show- ing was good considering the fact that there were twenty-nine schools in com- petition. In the B. A. A. meet on March 1, Quin- cy entered only the relay team. The team, composed of Earle, MacLeod, Gately and Vallee, had second best time in the two- lap relays. In the race, Arlington won by 9 yards, but Malden was half a lap behind. The time, 2-8-+, was nearly 10 seconds better than the same team had done two weeks previous over the same distance. Blomquist Hopes for Good Team “Bud” Blomquist, track captain, said recently: “At last the outdoor track sea- son is here. Let’s all be up and doing and show ’em Quincy’s on the map. As a result of the growing interest in track, we can surely build up a worth-while team and one of which we can feel justly proud.” The following are members of the team: Blomquist, Vallee, MacLeod, Morse, Gately, Earle, E. Fuller, J. Fuller, Ding- well, R. Cook, V. Cook, Parrish, Ruuska, Leighton, Francis, Hartrcy, Marini, Wag- ner, and Bird. There are also several other candidates, and Coach Wilson hopes to have many more out at the first call for outdoor work. Manager “Johnny” Beck has arranged a good schedule for the spring season: April 25—Milton Academy at Milton May 2—Rindge Tech at Quincy May 23—Winthrop at Quincy An interclass meet will undoubtedly be arranged for the latter part of May. It is expected that Quincy athletes will take part in the Harvard Interscholastic and the State Schoolboy meets in June. PAYSON ASKS SUPPORT OF STUDENTS “With only three letter men back at school, I can’t safely predict the success of the baseball team as to its winning games; but I can predict that, with the loyal support of the school, Coach Mitch- ell will be able to round out a team which will make itself remembered.” That is the message that Captain Pcrley Payson of the baseball team sends to everybody in Quincy High. Besides the three letter men, who are Captain Payson, Eric Sjostrom and “Obic” O’Brien, there are several good men who should furnish Coach Mitchell with sufficient material to put on the dia- mond a team for opponents to reckon with. Manager “Oh” Stoner has arranged a schedule which promises some fast work on the part of the players: April 23—Xewton at Newton April 28—Dedham at Dedham May 1—Dorchester at Quincy May 6—Weymouth at Weymouth May 10—Dean Academy at Franklin May 1-1—Boston Latin at Quincy May 16—Milton at Quincy May 21—Brockton at Brockton May 23—Weymouth at Quincy May 27—Milton at Milton June 3—Dedham at Quincy June 10—Brockton at Quincy GOOD TENNIS SCHEDULE There are only two tennis veterans, “Amo” Leavitt and “Cag” Nickerson left, but Coach Jewell hopes that a goodly ar- ray of prospects will turn out for the first practice session, which will be held as soon as the courts are in good condition. With prospects so uncertain, no prophecy can be made as to the outcome of the matches scheduled, but Quincy has al- ways been able to terminate the tennis season with a good record, and it is hoped that the coming season will follow, or im- prove on, those precedent. A schedule providing for matches with several fine teams has been arranged, as follows: May 1—Milton Academy at Milton May 9—Dorchester at Quincy May 14—Boston English at Quincy May 21—Boston Commerce at Quincy (pending). 36 THE GOLDEN-ROD A WORD TO THE WISE—” It might be well to state here that whole-hearted support on the part of the student body is necessary to the success of any athletic team. It was just such support that was one of the determining factors in the phencmenal success of Quincy's basketball team this year, and it is this same support that the track, base- ball. and tennis teams will need this Spring if their schedules are to be com- pleted successfully. Remember that “a house divided against itself cannot stand ’ With all due credit to the athletes, it still remains a fact that no team can give its best unless it feels that the school it represents is be- hind it to the last inch. SPRING I saw a bird a-swinging On a bough, so merrily. And then I heard him singing. Singing, cheerily. I saw a small brook rippling— I followed it through the glen. Oh. I could hear it murmuring. And laughing, as it ran. I saw the green leaves budding. And opening on the trees. The fleecy clouds all scudding Before the frisky breeze. Then I saw the rain a-dropping From the skies so leaden gray. And the people all a-hurrying Upon their dreary way. I could see the grass a-greening. And I smelled it. oh. so sweet; I heard little children laughing At their play in the sunny street. I watched a kitten dozing In the warm, bright rays of the sun. And how I felt like shouting To the world, that spring had come! Helen Laitine—Post Graduate. A PASSING GONDOLIER Moonlight on Venetian waters; A passing gondolier. Lovers in the fragile casing; Romance hovers near. Softly strums the sweet guitar: Hearts entwined in loveland are. Moonlight on Venetian waters; A passing gondolier. Leonora A. Colombo. Feb. 24. And the way to prove that you're be- hind Quincy's teams is to tell them so. And the way to tell them so is to cheer. And the way to cheer is to cheer as though you meant it — not limply, as though it were an effort to separate your lips, but with some pep and life. We have cheer leaders—now all we need is somebody to be led. Get into line, ‘ Buddy,” and act alive! GOLFERS, TEE UP! All the fellows interested in playing golf reported for practice on April first. It is possible that matches with other high schools will be arranged. There arc sev- eral exceptionally good golfers in school, among them Robert Crowley, Massa- chusetts State Caddy Champion. A CELLO Tonight The light of day Is waning. The stars Through darkest night Are shining. My heart With sadness, now. Is bowing. My soul So tempted, tried, Is drooping. To me. From out the night Comes stealing— The strain, Now of a cello. Sweetly soothing. Sad heart. Lift up. be glad! The dawning Brings thee Strength for each task Sustaining. My heart With life anew Is bounding. The world, My kingdom now, Is shining! Betty D. Morgan. 1907 John McClure is running a grocery store in Atlantic. 1914 Marion Nil sen and Helen Canty are connected with the school department. 1915 “Bill” McMahon is a successful con- tractor. 1917 Lillian Golden is working for the Amer- ican Mutual Insurance Company. 1918 Marjorie Leach is working in the office at Simmons College. Edna Mcllish is employed by B. A. Banks. Howard Dunkerley is working for a silk concern at Chicago. 1920 Annabel Brown is working for the Na- tional Shawmut Bank. Grace Golden is employed by the Mur- ray and Tregurtha Company. Carl Hokenson is a successful business man in California. Katherine Bean is married. Adolph Johnson is a sophomore at Bos- ton University. Dorothy O’Meara, who attended Bridgewater Normal, has been working in the High School Library. The following communication was re- cently received: Alumni Editor The Golden-Rod, Quincy High School, Quincy, Mass. . Dear Editor: Just a few scratches to furnish you with a bit of mlormation which may be of interest to the student body. The Quincy High Alumni now attending Northeastern University have formed themselves into a club which is known as the Quincv High School Club. This club has at present thirty members, and bids fair to become the largest High School Club at Northeastern. Mr. Eliot Tozer, at one time a mem- ber of the faculty at Quincy High, and now teaching at Northeastern, is facul- ty advisor of the club. George Perley, Q. H. S. ’20, has been elected president, and the other officers arc as follows: Vice-president, Edwin Davidson; secre- tary. Arthur Whitehead; treasurer, Jo- . seph Messier. The social committee consists of John Russell, Morris Silver- man. Louis Merrill, Gilbert Redlon. Jr., Harry Blanchet, Alan Miller, and Claude Young; the constitution com- mittee, Leon Prior, Harry Blanchet, Morris Silverman, and Alan Miller; the executive committee, George Perley, James Bartlett, Jr., Ralph Arvescn, Edwin Davidson, and Joseph Messier. Arthur Whitehead, ’20, Secretary. 1921 Chester Mellish is employed by the Blacker and Shepard Company. Ruth Kaulbeck is going to Framingham Normal. Floyd McDonald attends New Hamp- shire State College. Ruth Wilmore and Alice McCarron are lib- rians. Henry Hokenson, after preaching dur- ing the summer in Cleveland, Ohio, is back in Upsnla College as a Junior. Bertha Wight won a scholarship at RadclifTe. Corinne Nelson is doing clerical work at Sandberg’s Insurance Office on Depot Street. Juliette McCarthy is a Junior at Emer- son. Doris Bain is practicing at Newton Hospital. Barbara W ells, ’21, and ClifT Randall, ’22, were married a short while ago. Ruth Carlson is working. Eleanor McKinnon attends Bridge- water Normal. 38 THE GOLDEN-ROD Roy Carter is working for his father. Arthur Mendel is a Junior and John Djerf a Sophomore at Harvard. Margie Dame is a Senior at Bridge- water. 1922 Edith Imray and Mary DiBona are at Bryant and Stratton. Mildred McCarthy is a Sophomore at Emerson. Esther Jensen and Hazel Jackson are at Bridgewater. Foster St. Clair is a Sophomore at Har- vard. Mildred O'Meara is taking a course at Dorchester High. Bessie Arenscn is attending Salem Nor- mal. Larry Guild goes to Worcester Acad- emy. John McMahon, after taking a year’s course at Wentworth Institution, worked for his brother. At present (March, 1924) he is on his way to Virginia. Dot” Chapman, Lillian Hendry, and Eleanor Bruton go to Posse. Margaret Ashland works for the Wat- erman Fountain Pen Company. Doris Currier is a Sophomore at Boston University, and Esther Adams is at La- sell. Anne Barr works at Lawley’s in Ne- ponset. Fred Riley goes to Exeter, and plans to enter Dartmouth in the Fall. Gordon Spear is a Sophomore at Mass. Institute of Technology. Eleanor Mitchell attends Cushing Academy. February, 1923 Fred Kendall is working for Patterson, Teele and Dennis, Accountants and Au- ditors. W aync Bclding goes to B. L . Florence Carrigan and Mary Cavanagh are working. Mary Shea is attending Bridgewater. Ed” Johnson goes to Dartmouth. Rose Kapsis is with the Rice and Hutchins Company. June, 1923 Muriel Lincoln works for the John Hancock Life Insurance Company. Irma Bain, Edna Abiatti, and Tynne Flinck are at Bridgewater. Ethel Darr is a Freshman at Simmons. Bunny” Brown and Hazel Smith arc working. Mary Peura works at the ‘‘Blue Bowl.” Marie Connors is doing clerical work for a dentist concern on Huntington Ave. Margaret Forsyth is training to be a nurse. Robert Xicholl works at Guay’s Bakery in Quincy. “Bob” ClifTc attends B. C. Mariette Luke gees to B. U. February, 1924 Alfred Houston plans to enter Dart- mouth next Fall. Phyllis Mosman is now living in Maine. Catherine Donovan is working. Clara Zottcli intends to enter RadclifTe next term. Lloyd Keefe is working for his father. Eleanor Eastman and Sarah Couch are taking a little vacation.” The following are taking P. G. courses: Hazel Bissett, Olga Della Chiesa, Leonora Colombo, Maria Edmonston, Anna Eova- cious, Dorothy Berwick, lone Higgins, Velma Herrick, Frances Brown, Helen Laitine, Helvi Sunderlin, Dorothy Bru- ton, Eleanor Poulin, Edith Ekroth, Dag- mar Gustafson, Bertram Barrows, Er- manno Basilio, William Hodginson. Excb rjge? Good day, Friend Exchanges, come in and see us as we are. We only wish we might see ourselves as others see us, but you can help us to do that. Don’t be bashful. Make yourself at home and speak what is in your mind. We hope it is not all derogatory, but we would rather knew it now while there is sti’l time to change. Have you noticed that our un- der-classmen furnish material, and that we have a fine new cover: The latest ex- pression around Quincy is: Have you seen the new Golden-Rod with all its improve- ments: It is by no means perfect, but there is yet one more chance to “prune” our magazine before we surrender it to the waiting Juniors. We quite agree that “people in glass houses should not throw stones,” but we also agree that “the exception proves the rule.” We, then, shall take advantage of this latter belief, and we are going to throw seme stones, but with them we will send more glass to repair the damages. So please don’t desert us if we merely make a few suggestions to you Exchange Friends, for we are truly pleased and proud to have your company. Do visit us again in your spare time. Magazines “Bowdoin Quill,” Brunswick, Maine. We can guess by your spirit that you were born in a college. Do you cultivate poets there in Brunswick? For a purely liter- ary magazine you are ideal. Where, “Lawrence High School Bulle- tin,” do you find all your “gossip”? By the way, I heard some gossip concerning your contents, and it is too long to tell, but it was complimentary, especially when the arrangement was mentioned. May I ask you, “Jabberwock,” if your subscriptions pay all your expenses? We raise money from our advertisements. Don’t the Latin girls engage in sports, or don’t they believe in mentioning them? Cuts are as scarce as poems in the “Clark Monthly.” However, we can for- get this when we sit down to enjoy the literature. Are you all so serious-minded that you never stumble into making a joke worth recording? Please enlighten us some more through your book reviews. The “Boston University Beacon” is quite popular with our faculty as well as our students. We appreciate the work put into the magazine, for it is complete, well-arranged, attractive, and interesting. “Academy Journal,” Conn. It seems as though you young men might find enough material to fill your pages instead of leaving them half blank. What think you ? “The Chronicle.” Beyond reproof, ex- cept in a matter of print. Couldn’t you divide your pages into two columns of print just to save the reader’s eyes? Newspapers “The Pressure,” from Petrolia, quite lives up to the popular opinion of the Texas spirit. It is a gay and happy spirit, slightly daring and entirely original. “rFhe Rensselaer Polytechnic,” from Troy, New York. Your interests are var- ied and also your material, but it arouses interest and excites curiosity. “The Scholargram,” Alleghan, Mich. Docs your exchange editor never make comments on the magazines received? A picture or a few cuts would revise the ap- pearance of your magazine and give it more distinction. Soph: What are you doing, mailing those empty envelopes: F res hie: Oh! Cutting classes in a cor- respondence school. Miss Cummings: What was one of the most important events in Act IV of Mac- beth ? Miss Strickland: The murder of Lady Macduff and all the little Macduffs. Miss Shaw: W hat was the early indus- try of Boston: “Cag”: Baking beans. Miss Cummings: Describe the falling acticn in the plot of Macbeth. Voice in Class: Lady Macbeth faints. McPhillips (on history paper): A great deal of cotton gin was drunk before pro- hibition. Mr. Webb: And what were the fruits of Attorney-General Daughtery’s labor: Xickerson: Work in an appelate court and impeachment. Miss Freeman: Why did the U. S. wish to build a canal across Panama: Anna Pavan: The I . S. wished to build a canal across the Isthmus of Pana- ma in order to connect Xorth America with South America. Mr. Thomas: What have I in this bot- tle besides Cu So 4: Cutler: A stopper. Miss Dawes: Who was Pluto’s wife: Donlin: Urn—er—er—Mrs. Pluto, I guess. In the room were three. He, the parlor lamp, and She, Three’s a crowd, no doubt, So the parlor lamp went out. Donlin: How do they introduce For- tune? Dingwell: Miss Fortune. Miss Shaw: Where did the farmers get their hired men: Student: Raised them. She lay in his arms and snuggled her head against his neck. A rush of emotion surged through her. Tenderly he caressed her, and she closed her eyes in delight. Poor Kitty, did I step on your tail? Teacher: What is the most prominent women’s club in America? Wise Kid: The rolling-pin. Eliot Weil was asked by a teacher whether he had been through Algebra. “Yes,” was .the reply, “but I went through it at night, and couldn’t see much of it.” “Mose, ah heah dat de history of Egypt am cahved on de face of a cliff.” “Man, that ain’t nuthin’; dey tells me de map of Africa am chiseled all ovah mah mug.” Said the nickel to the dollar In tones that could not soften. I’m a better man that you are, For I go to church more often. The Petrolia. Pupil: Can a pupil be punished for something he has not done? Teacher: Of course not. Pupil: Well, I haven’t done my his- torv. —The Abhis. Driver: Why don’t you put your bag cn the scat? F res hie: Oh. you were so kind to give me a lift. I’d just as soon carry it myself. Freshman: I know where you got that necktie. Sophomore: Where? F res hie: Around your neck. —Argu:. All supplies were useless. Even 'he water was drunk. —Authentic. Notice on. Board in Room 3 Debate Everybody Come Last Friday Admission, 15c THE GOLDEN-ROD 41 ' loco fctKNS —THIS fSLLOVJ CLAIMS TOHAV£ K£PT TH£ SAM p tR CF A VJHOUE T£P M- -WCCL-ffAVP € - '—‘THIS 15 NOT A VOLONTc£ 3.' FIR(T -MAN ——• T'5 A OUP— ===s -PRoof -Suit to BE VOORN WHer l approach frHE i Lunch counts r_ djlRBVtuw unire ON£S — He � s stiul oNoecioeo as -to ms CAREER------ WOULD He (WtltlLRt- AN OlL-KfNiy CR. PRcVOcnT OF rrtt- UNircO S Tc‘ ? ,------------------ OSCAR. V. FLUNK - CHAMPION C.OLl£CTOR. OF DeFPiciENCY-SUPS —Poses F0R. rHc£ £rOLO£N-ROD. ,--1 JeC ' r W , -I REALlY N£6D ANoTMt . on£ I-TO Mf T c H MY PuAPCc DRESS — i hamp; INTER-CLASS ASK£T BML -NOW THAT thE ARM OF TH £ lawisall dolled UP ------—• SOPHOMORES ___Vj6 couLt ViVXte tc 6h£aT( LcnSTH on th� S Su ffcT1- 42 THE GOLDEN-ROD Miss Burroughs: May I take Spanish next year? Mr. Burn: What course are you tak- ing? Miss B.: Oh I took college, but I dropped Latin, so I'm Normal, now. Mr. Thomas: If sodium nitrate is called “saltpetre,” what is calcium nitrate called? Pupil: Salt John. Miss Webb: In the sentence, “he tore the paper to bits,” what is “to bits”? Voice: One quarter—twenty-five cents. Soph.: That guy’s a blamed hypocrite. Junior: What makes you say that? Soph.: See him go into the math, class with a grin on his face. Miss S.: Now, on your maps I want you to shade the slave states. Pupil: Why? Miss S.: Because they are the dark states. Miss Cleveland: McPhce, stop talking to Miss------. Don’t you know Latin is a language of the past, not of romance? I always said I liked the men, But now I’m one man-hater, I picked up “Csesar,” and, oh! then You bet I threw him down again. Miss Webb: What kind of costumes did they wear in Shakespeare’s day? O'Brien: They didn’t wear any to fit their parts. Betty Thurber: We have no Vice- President now, so what would happen if Coolidge should die? Stricky: I don’t know, but I think they would bury him. Mr. Thomas: Never use a flame of more than three or four inches high. Hubbard: Who’s got a ruler? Miss Webb: What’s the joke, Nicker- son? You might as well tell the rest of us. Cag (with innocent expression): Oh! I was just telling Bob here that this funny- looking theater of Shakespeare’s reminds me of Music Hall. Miss C.: When I read your name, tell me the number of your book. Miss Thur- ber, your number? Betty T. (absently): 214 Highland Avenue, Wollaston. Miss C.: If that is what comes of talk- ing with ----, I would not do it any more. Inventor: I am going to give to my new patented springs the name “Hope.” Friend: Why “Hope”? Inventor: Because Hope springs eter- nal. Geometry Teacher: I hope Miss-------- won’t try to go downstairs the next period the same way she attempted to do this theorem—all in one step. Soph.: That tunc reminds me of the day I got my marks. Fresh.: What is it? Soph.: “Home Again Blues.” Miss Dawes: What is the theme of Romeo and Juliet, Fuller? Fuller: Er—rr—let’s see. Miss Dawes: You ought to know. I have been watching you for weeks and months. Killoh: This is a fact, but I don’t know if it’s true or not. Heard in the Y. M. C. A.: Sid Anderson: I bet Miss Giles is miss- ing my basketball talk now. Milford: Yes, and I bet Clarke is miss- ing his sneakers, too. THE GOLDEN-ROD 43 Nothing to Brag About Poetical Flipper (reading from school book): How the orchard trees are moan- ing and sighing today. Practical Flapper: So would you if you were as full of green apples as they are. The Pupil Was Right Teacher: If your mother went shop- ping at 9 a. m. and said she would return at noon, how many hours would she be gone ? Pupil: Seven. Teacher: I am afraid you do not un- derstand my question. Pupil: I am afraid you do not under- stand my mother. He Knew “Do you know what the Order of the Bath is?” asked the teacher. “Sure, ma’am,” replied the boy. “In our home it’s Katy first, then me brudder, then me.” Something Wrong Teacher: Define trickle. Boy: To run slowly. Teacher: Define anecdote. Boy : A short funny tale. Teacher: Use both in a sentence. Boy: The dog trickled down the street with a can tied to his anecdote. Appearances Are Deceitful Conductor: Here, you must not smoke in this car. ■Sjostrom: I’m not smoking. Conductor: Well, you have your pipe in your mouth. Sjostrom: Yes, I’ve got me feet in me shoes, but I’m not walking. “Papa, why do they call it the ‘mother- tongue’?” “Think, son; who uses it most?” In oral composition, one day, a boy in- nocently began: “When I came home from swimming, on my bicycle, one day—” Relic of Antiquity In the motion picture, “Robin Hood,” Lady Marian desires to send to the Earl of Huntington a message, and chooses little John to act as her messenger. She protected it by what seemed to be a black case or tube. As she handed it over, a small boy in the audience asked his mother (Florence Martin) what it was. “That’s a flashlight,” she answered in a loud voice. “Don’t show your ignorance, Florence,” snapped her husband. “They didn’t have flashlights in those days. That’s a thermos bottle.” East Side Pronunciation Instructor calling out list of words and asking their definitions. “Now here,” she said, “is one which I’m afraid none of you know. The word is Cynic.” Up went the hand of a bright 12-year- old Boweryite. “Why, Isadore, how nice,” said the pleased teacher. “I rather thought you would be stumped by that one. So you know what a ‘cynic’ is?” “Sure I know, teacher. A cynic is the place where you wash the dishes.” One Saturday morning, when I was in bed, I fell out of the window, and sat on my head. The very next minute, when I was with me, I jumped in an ash-can, where no one could sec. When everyone passed by, I ran up the stairs And rushed into my room, reviewing my prayer;- By an “Imaginary Poet.' 44 THE GOLDEN-ROD Speaking of Synonyms A man and his wife lived in a log cabin on a lonely road. They had no children until one day twins were born to them. They were boys. The parents spent little time on their names. The twins were called Pete and Repeat. Later a second pair of twins was born, and they were girls. They were named Kate and Duplicate. After a few years a third pair was born. This time more time was spent on names than before. The puzzled parents decided to call them Max and Climax. More Gleanings from Freshman Papers The following statements are taken from Freshman projects: Girls’ schools are much like boys’ schools, only they are run in a womanly SHIRLEY—TWO YEARS Blue eyes, getting wise, Shirley dear— Pug nose, rumpled clothes, many a tear; Sweet smiles, dimpled wiles, darling child: Cross looks, torn books, acting wild; Sticky hands, exploring lands ever new; Doesn’t know, shouldn't go out with you; Baby bad, Mother mad, Daddy stern; Never sleeps, naughty keeps, Aunty’s turn— Takes the dear, wipes a tear, cuddles Shirl, Kisses feet, pink and sweet, then a curl,— Baby sighs, closes eyes, gone to sleep. God, now we pray to thee, Baby keep. M. L. C.—June, 1924. fashion and the subjects taught are more feminine. Debating is a minor sport. James Russell Lowell and many other famous writers are found beneath the covers of the reading book. A French boy or girl may go to a school that his or her mind is better fitted to grasp. The “Golden-Rod” is made up of pu- pils of the upper classes. The teacher was imported from Eng- land. School teams play—supported by their royal rooters. Effort is made to make the pupils good per. iiians. Milk is sold at convenient prices in convenient jars. A SONNET It sometimes seems as though my tapestry Of life contains no truly golden thread, And all the ragged paths that I do tread Stretch barren, gray, as far as eyes can see. And hold no sign of brighter ones to be And offer still no rest for weary head. But endless problems to be solved instead; A tedious path it seems to one like me, Whose fancies to the lighter pleasures trend; But when I think of you as by my side, While hand in hand we struggle to the end, There all my paths turn open, clear and wide, The gayest flowers fragrant perfumes lend, And love becomes my sure and safest guide. Mildred Lawler,—Class June ’24. The Golden-Rod Staff wishes to thank all those who have contributed to the success of this number and hopes that through the same cooperation future numbers will be even more successful Af at aj at INDEPENDENT BEEF CO. MEAT VEGETABLES PROVISIONS Orders Promptly Delivered NEWPORT AVENUE WOLLASTON Tel. Granite 0650 DONAHER’S MEN’S AND BOYS STORE 1559 HANCOCK STREET QUINCY. MASS. ADLER COLLEGIAN CLOTHES WOLLASTON SHOE HOSPITAL DUSOPOL BROS. 300 NEWPORT AVENUE Shoes Repaired by Modern Machinery In the quickest possible time Tel. Granite 0668-W Shoe Laces and Polishes—All Colors Compliments of A FRIEND Please Mention The Uolden-Rod When Patronizing Our Advertisers THE BLUE BOWL 9] z Maple Street LISTEN! It is the day before Easter And all through the streets People are hurrying looking for sweets. The wise do not rush For they know that the goal Is on Maple Street, at the sign THE BLUE BOWL THE MUSIC STORE PIANOS VICTROLAS RECORDS SHEET MUSIC PLAYER ROLLS INSTRUMENTS TUNING REPAIRING WALTER H. STURGIS, Inc. “Everything in Music” 1460-62 HANCOCK STREET QUINCY. MASS. Tel. Granite 3350 THE SAVING IS LARGER NO W ! If your home needs a new COOKING RANGE WATER HEATER RADIANTFIRE GARAGE HEATER TABLE LAMP or other Gas Appliance this is the month to buy CITIZENS’ GAS LIGHT CO. 7 Granite Street Quincy STOP ! at FOY’S QUALITY MARKET on your way from the station FOY'S FOODS — A TREAT TO EAT Please Mention The Golden-Rod When Patronizing Our Advertisers Just a Temporary Set-Back! The fire which recently swept through our establishment, causing fire and water damage to a portion of our furniture stock, including many items previously sold and awaiting orders for delivery, acts as but a temporary check upon our conscientious efforts, to give to the people of Quincy and suburbs the best possible furniture values, at the lowest possible prices. Fortunately, the rear framework of our beautiful new four-story brick building, under construction, was untouched by the flames. Work on this new building, intended to replace the wooden structure temporarily in use, will be rushed. When finished, the new building will be a fitting home for the display of Manganaro furniture, besides adding further to the architectural beauty of Quincy. In the meantime, business here will proceed as usual. Before buying furni- ture, phonographs or pianos—visit Manganaro's FIRST. It will pay you well. MANGANARO MUSIC AND FURNITURE CO., Inc. 1505-1511 HANCOCK STREET, QUINCY. MASS. Tel. GRANITE 5540-AV QUINCY ADAMS ELECTRIC CO. — CONTRACTORS — Fixtures — Wiring — Appliances Anything Electrical 41 FRANKLIN STREET QUINCY, MASS. It is the hope of the Golden-Rod Staff that readers of this magazine will substantially patronize advertisers who have so willingly contributed to its support. Buy from merchants who advertise in the Golden-Rod. I:lease Mention The (jolden-Rod When Patronizing Our Advertisers Phone Granite 2247 THE COLBERT STUDIO PORTRAIT PHOTOGRAPHER Adams Building Quincy MERRYMOUNT MARKET C. A. CLAPP. Prop. GROCERIES MEAT FRUIT CANDY TONIC TOBACCO 1 060 Hancock Street Quincy 286 Devonshire St Boston Alass. THE HIGHEST QUALITY ATHLETIC GOODS MANUFACTURED ROBBINS PAINTING AND DECORATING CO. ! 135 WASHINGTON STREET QUINCY, MASS. Tel. Granite 0326 Wall Papers THE RICE STUDIO 9 CLIVEDON STREET QUINCY The Street with the Bright Lights FRAMES FRAMES FRAMES DIPLOMAS FRAMED 1 Telephone Granite 1336-M Woodward’s Auto Spring Shop PERFECTION SPRINGS FOR all CARS and TRUCKS Repairing, Resetting and Re-tempering 140 WASHINGTON STREET I QUINCY, MASS. Please Mention The Golden-Rod When Patronizing Our Advertisers Everybody Step to the Time of CONRAD NOBILI’S MELODY FIVE “If it's time, we keep it” DANCE MUSIC Rates Very Reasonable Tel. Granite I0I9-M “ALWAYS ON THE HONOR ROLL” PRINTING BINDING ADDRESSING ENGRAVING RICKER-OXNER COMPANY COMMERCIAL PRINTERS Granite 3149 22 BROOK STREET WOLLASTON. MASS. QUINCY VIOLIN SCHOOL BARTLETT’S JEWELRY STORE Frances Grey Cunningham, director “Where Honesty Is Boss” ROOM 30, ADAMS BUILDING JEWELRY QUINCY SQUARE | PEARLS Lessons $1.00 In Classes, 50 cents , Watch Repairing HOME STUDIO a Specialty 156 NEWBURY AVENUE ! 299 NEWPORT AVENUE ATLANTIC I Phone Granite 5712-M OPPOSITE WOLLASTON DEPOT Telephone Granite 0982-W Please Mention The Golden-Rod When Patronizing; Our Advertisers Quincy 802-M Quincy 802-J JOSEPH A. KEATING REAL ESTATE and INSURANCE OPPOSITE DEPOT QUINCY - - - MASS. List Your Property Now Buyers Waiting Money for Mortgages GALLAGHER BROS. I 4 DEPOT STREET QUINCY. MASS. Tel. Granite 1081 BLANCHARD’S LUNCH AND HOME COOKED FOOD Lunches Put Up to Take Out HOME MADE PIES a specialty Call Granite 0698-M Opposite Post Office, Atlantic, Mass. JOHN V. McCLURE (Q. H. S. 1907) Light Groceries Ice Cream Confectionery and Tobacco 203 Squantum Street Atlantic Telephone Granite 1592-M CU1NCY BRIDGEWATER LUCE COMPANY DRY GOODS and FURNISHINGS BEST MERCHANDISE AT REASONABLE PRICES Please Mention The Golden-Rod When Patronizing Our Advertisers FAMILY WELFARE SOCIETY OF QUINCY Will anyone having out-grown clothes or discarded shoes who wishes to donate them to those less fortunate, kindly communi- cate with Miss Freeman, Room 26, or leave them at Room 6, Adams Building. CHESTER K. WILSON JEWELER and OPTICIAN GIFT SHOP I BEALE STREET WOLLASTON. MASS. EASTER FOOTWEAR A Splendid Variety of the most desired New Styles For Every Use and Costume. THQRNER’S TWO STORES QUINCY and HOUGHS NECK Compliments of THE BUNCH W. K. W. E. E. T. P. P. T. D. O. S. E. V. R. G. A. L. C. K. Guess ! ? ! I } SPORTING GOODS BASEBALL GOLF TENNIS WESTLAND’S 1555 HANCOCK STREET, QUINCY, MASS. Please Mention The Gotden-Rod When Patror.l .'ng Our Advertisers Quincy Mass! LINTS MOORE 15 BEALE STREET WOLLASTON Compliments of ELECTRICAL CONTRACTORS AND APPLIANCES J. SZATHMARY 1447 Hancock Street ALL KINDS OF ELECTRICAL REPAIR Quincy WORK DONE ON SHORT NOTICE 1 Mass. Call Granite 1931 i i ) '■ -w • Compliments of 1 t r ' . :) J .Vw WILLIAM EDWIN MULLIN, D. M. D. Compliments of 32 7 Newport Avenue GEORGE C. STENZEL Wollaston WILLIAM PATTERSON FLORIST Compliments of STORE PAY and TAKE 1434 HANCOCK ST. QUINCY MARKET GREENHOUSE 92 SO. CENTRAL AVE. WOLLASTON Telephones: 392-W 392-R Please Mention The Golden-Rod When Patronizing Our Advertisers Tel. Con. First Class Repairing WILLIAM E. FRITZ WRIGHT DITSON JEWELER Athletic Goods WATCHES, CLOCKS AND JEWELERY CUT GLASS AND SILVERWARE Baseball Tennis, Golf, Gymna- sium Supplies, Uniforms and Shoes for all Sports RACKETS RESTRUNG Munroe Building (Send for General Catalogue) 1543 Hancock St. Quincy, Mass. 314 Washington Street BOSTON, MASS. J. F. ROGERS AUTO CO. 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