Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN-ROD 13 The Spring “The Spring is here,” cry loud the joyful hills. Her heralds are the Southwind and the Showers. Lo! here she comes now. tripping down the rills, Her face aglow while from her hands fall flowers— White plumed lilies and the primrose fair. The modest violet and the tall bluebell— And perfume rising from her golden hair Lures hov’ring bees away from honey’d cell. Let’s haste, my friends, and wile away dull care; Springtime and Playtime call within the dell. Let’s wake and smile and greet this season rare In which the feathered warblers’ anthems swell. Why waste our lives in toil and sin’s alloy? Springtime is ours,—to love and to enjoy! Barbara Walker, 1925. Saved Around the roof of a great yellow house floated wisps of gray, cloud-like smoke. Suddenly darts of flames burst from the upper windows and leaped to- ward the heavens. Quickly cries rang out, windows and doors opened, and the sharp tones of the fire whistle reached the cars of the townfolk. Bob Cummings was a new member of the ranks of the firemen at station 13, and took his duties very seriously. When the whistles blew and the fire bell shrilled the signal of his first fire, Bob sensed a strange feeling which he later described as ‘‘having his heart in his mouth.” He soon grew calm, however, and took his place among his comrades. He felt a thrill and a cold rush of air as the en- gines raced madly forward and then the men, hopping down, rushed to that yel- low house, now almost hidden in the masses of stifling smoke. The inhabitants of the house were huddled like sheep in a corner, watching with hopeless eyes as their possessions were caught and devoured by the cruel flames. Bob could never tell how it happened, but he found himself- on a ladder, going up, up, up,'up, smoke and flames curling around him. With difficulty, cutting sash and glass with his axe, he made his way through an upper story window into the nursery. As he jumped inside, he heard falling timber and at the same time saw the crib, in which lay a small figure, move. A baby—and it was his job to save it! Not stopping to look or think, Bob gently lifted the tiny, light form in his arms, covers and all, fought his way to the window, and slowly reached the ladder. As he went down, step by step, only saved from the flames by his mask and heavy coat, he was conscious that the slight shape never moved. A cold chill shook him; had he been too late? He stepped from the ladder and hold- ing his burden closely, made his way to the little grief-stricken group which was a bit happier now to know that the fire was under control. Slipping off his mask he parted the covers in his arms— “O! You’ve saved him!” cried a child- ish voice beside the fireman. Bob grinned as he turned to a small girl whose blue eyes were shining through her tears. “Well, sister. I guess he’s safe all right!” Then to the amusement of the specta- tors he placed a huge, brown Teddy, minus one shoe-button eye in the arms of the delighted child. Doris Ricker, Feb. ’26.

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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.

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14 THE GOLDEN-ROD EIN KOPFBRECHER VERTI KAL 1— Was man am Tage im klarcn Himmcl sicht. 2— Ein Xarr. 3— Einc untrcnnbarc ’orsilbe. 4— Weibliche Endung flier auslaendische Haupt- woerter. 5— Verbindungswort. 6— Nimmer. 7— Hocchst. 8— Unsterbliche Freundschaft. 9— Nicht ein. 10— Untrcnnbarc Vorsilbe. 11— Pracposition, die den Dativ oder Accusativ regiert. 12— Was man am Anfang cines Bricfcs schreibt. 13— Ein Baum. 1-1—Verbindungswort. 15— Fucrwort. 16— Ein Kocrpcrteil (Mehrzahl ohnc Umlaut) 17— Ein Tcil des Beines. 18— Ein Bccher. 19— Das Gcgentcil von jawohl. 20— Pracposition, die den Accusativ regiert. 21— Abkucrzung fuer Doktor. 22— Rinde. 23— Verbindungswort. 24— Das Imperfekt von scin. 25— Untrcnnbarc Vorsilbe. 26— Mcistcrhafte Arbeit (Anfangsbuchstabcn). HORIZONTAL 1— Was ein unartiger Knabc gem wirft. 2— Andernfalls. 3— Pracposition. die den Accusativ regiert. 4— Was die Dcutschcn gem trinken. 5— Das Elend. 6— Bcvor. 7— Xicht richtig (Anfangsbuchstabcn). 8— Die esrten zwei Buchstabcn im Wort, welches spaerisch bedeutet. 9— Italienische Industrie (Anfangsbuchstabcn). 10—Pracposition. die nur den Dativ regiert. 1—Ein bekannter Wasservogel. 12— Ein besitzanzeigendes Eigenschaftswort. 13— Unverfaelscht. 14— Abkuerzung fuer untcr andern”. 15— Fucrwort. 16— Abkuerzung fuer Herr’’. 17— Pracposition, die den Dativ oder Accusativ regiert. 18— Oeffnung zwischen den Lippen. 19— Xicht alt. 20— Fuerwort (Im Dativ). 21— Sachc. 22— Fine Intcrjektion. 23— Zum Schluss bringen. 24— Interrogatives Fuerwort. 25— Ein klcincs Stucck weissen Pappcndeckels. 26— Ein Tierchen, vor dem sich die Macdchen fuerchten. For solution sec R. Anderson, F. '26.