Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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“Macbeth” as Quoted About School “Lay on Macduff and damned be him that first cries hold, enough,” should be the quotation for the girls in the cooking classes who put the filling in the sand- wiches. Two flunkers at report card time: “Let us seek out some desolate shade and there weep cur sad bosoms empty.” “Approach the chamber and destroy your sight with a new Gorgan,” comes to the mind of the pupil who is going to new class rooms for the first time. Setting: Baseball field or a park bench, lime: Spring. Actor: Young man’s fancy. “Fair is foul, and foul is fair.” Johnnie, explaining to his mother why he has received some deficiency slips: “ ou see, mother, ‘My genius is rebuked as it is said Mark Antony’s was by Caesar.’ ” The next time that you’re writing a Kush “No talking, please!” “Keep in line, please!” Everyone knows that pestiferous nui- sance who is constantly shouting the above. But how many know the trials of the “cop” whose business is chiefly to ’.cep traffic moving smoothly: As soon as the bell rings, the doors fly open. Those little obnoxious creatures, known as sophomores, rush out. One at least, perhaps several, dash by regardless of the officer or anyone else. If only one, the officer grabs his arm, coat-tails, or other available part of his attire and pulls him back. The offender does not realize that he is supposed to retrace his steps, until the officer shouts something to that theme and get a blot on it, remember Macbeth would have said, “Out damned spot.” He: “Want to go riding with me in my Ford?” She: “Sure, I bear a charmed life which must not yield to one of woman born.” Mary to Jane, who is eating a lunch brought from home: “Say, Jane, why don’t you eat some of that wonderful salad that you made in the cooking class today?” Jane: “No thanks, for as Macbeth says, ‘Why should I play the Roman fool and die on my own sword?’” Walking home from these late after- noon periods in the dark is the time when “There’s husbandry in Heaven, their candles are all out” strikes home with more force. Carlyle Kretschman, June, ’25. Hour effect into his ear. Meantime— “Let the animal go, sap!” “Gwan back!” “Stop blockin’ traffic, y’egg!” etc. etc. Before the block has been entirely re- moved, the “cop” at the foot of the stairs has started his drone, “Double file going up!” Consequence, more delay. Just as things begin to smooth them- selves out, the descending boys begin to ask as they pass, “Double file going down?” The cop gives those “smart alecs” a look as if he would like to wring their necks. Instead he repeats that time honored phrase, “No talking, please!” Some girls, passing just at that time, appear to be having a meeting of a trav-

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10 THE GOLDEN-ROD THE SPEECH CLINIC The latest innovation in our school work is the Speech Clinic which is being conducted by the English Department. As its name suggests, it is a clinic de- signed to give help to pupils who have difficulty in speaking. There are many pupils who, because of impediments in their speech or of natural shyness are handicapped and arc unable to do their best work. If this speech clinic is in any measure successful in helping these pupils, as we hope it will be, it may be- come a part of the regular course of study. The English Department has un- dertaken a difficult piece of work which will doubtless be of great value to many of the pupils. A number of organizations in Quincy have shown great interest in the High School and its activities. The Women’s Clubs maintain scholarships for girls who are graduates of the school. The Rotary Club has not only invited a group of boys to lunch with it, but has paid the college tuition of one of our graduates. The Men’s Club cf the Wollaston Congrega- tional Church has shown its interest in our work by inviting the Debating So- ciety to dinner. Of the local organiza- tions the Kiwanis Club is probably the latest to show a marked co-operative spirit. This Club was “behind” the con- cert given in the School auditorium on March 26, for the purpose of raising money to equip our new band with uni- forms. In recounting the school-interest work of the associations mentioned above, we arc not forgetful of the assistance, less conspicuous but no less valuable, of other local bodies. We are highly appreciative of the opportunities given us by all our out-of-school friends, and trust we may continue to merit their interest. ON “ROMEO AND JULIET” The play of Romeo and Juliet. I think, is not a pure tragedy, For even tho’ the hero dies, at last Between the families of Capulet And Montague there is the needed union. Of course, it’s sad to think that Juliet And Romeo must needs be sacrificed; Vet. I believe re-union ’twixt their families Is meant to be a happy ending. Now, Because the end has joy and peace, The play is not a tragedy, because A tragedy has usually an end that’s sad. I fully agree with the critics who say That “Romeo and Juliet” is not A pure tragedy—the sentiment And pretty thoughts give loveliness to it, So that, in reading this sweet story, The tragic parts remain concealed beneath More beautiful and happy sentiments. The play in many ways our lives reflect: The impulsive Lvbalt is true to life— Like many good men who act too quickly. Too often secret schemes do fail, just like The scheme of Friar Lawrence: and foolish Are the hatreds that weigh upon life’s load: So saddening and pitiful they are! The nurse is very true to life—her love Is all for Juliet; like many old And faithful creatures she puts herself In danger just to help her charge: at last The spirit of Romeo, so gay, so sad. So different and changing, is like the moods With which we all arc visited. Life’s A dream, ’tis sad. ’tis gay—In truth, it’s but Like Romeo—Thank God. 'tis often cheerful! Mabel Guilhop.

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12 THE GOLDEN-ROD eling tea party. Do they stop talking? Yes: but just long enough to wonder why such a remark should be made. One of the last members, who has her arms full of books, drops her vanity box at the top of the stairs. She stops, looks bewildered, turns around and walks down. At the foot of the stairs she stoops, fumbles with the box, and finally picks it up. More delay in traffic. As she is coming up, she sees another girl with whom she wishes to exchange ideas on the place to eat lunch. They stop, talk it over, and then pass on. Since they move very slowly and have pro- gressed almost to the third floor, they paralyze traffic from the ground up. The teacher, who for some reason, is bound for the lower floor, now makes her appearance. “Why don't you make them come up double file:” she asks sweetly. “I-er-ah-ah-er-er-.” “He told us to come up that way,” says a nice young man who never thought of it before in that light. “Oh! Yes!” Traffic is thinning out. “Double file going down!” is now the order of the day. But true to the perversity of hu- man nature, they just go along in single file. Then all are gone and the “regulator of traffic” heaves a sigh of relief, picks up his books, and leaves for a rest of forty-five minutes, wondering what queer, yet comical, incidents would happen at the end of that time and how many times the teacher would have to tell him to stop talking. Charles H. Brooks, Feb. '26. Old Thoughts As I was studying in room 107 with an eagerness as if my lesson were a mat- ter of life and death, (which it probably was), I heard the recess bell at the Cod- dington School, our close neighbor. With- out any purpose or object in mind I glanced up from my study. Just at that moment I saw a boy stoop down behind one of his classmates. Then another lad (without any doubt his ally) gently pushed the unfortunate one over, caus- ing him to land on the kneeling boy's back, thus tumbling him head over heels to the ground. Unhurt, but filled with a savage desire for revenge he ran after them as fast as his legs would permit. But being of a stouter build than the other two he soon gave up hope of cap- turing them. He sat down gasping for breath, eyeing the two boys, who were safely out of his reach, with a look which would have almost pierced the thickest of steel. This event changed my attitude toward my study, recalling at the same time in- tense interest to me in the pranks and tricks of the younger pupils of perhaps ten or twelve years of age. My interest increased as I noticed that all the mischief and frolics were of the same form as when I was of that age. An age when a trick successfully played on another was thought of as an artist thinks of his masterpieces; an age of de- sire to be always concerned in some form of trouble or disturbance. How foolish it all seemed now; and to think that it was only a matter of four or five years before we discovered the foolishness of our childish pranks. But what else was there to occupy our minds? No worries, no perplexing and uninter- esting studies as we have now, nothing to think of but frolicing and playing. Life had changed considerably in those few years. Oh! which reminded me I should have to buckle down to some real study if I wanted to pass that dreadful history test. With that thought in mind I studied as I never studied before until the last second of the period had ended. Harris Golbranson, Feb. '26.