Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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22 THE GOLDEN-ROD Believest. Thou are noble, yet super- stitious. At the slightest fulfilment of the pro- phecy, You’ll be like the frightened stag at bay. For thee I have labored, sacrificed, and lost.— Now do what you will. Exeunt Lady Macbeth Arthur Dean, ’25. Seventeen Fines It was late afternoon of a hot day in August when a young traveler reached the outskirts of the largest wheat ranch in Minnesota. Four miles of dusty road lay between the lad and the big ranch house belonging to Franklin Bates, which was his destination. Heat and weariness impeded the progress of the young fellow, a boy of scarcely more than fourteen. Before the boy reached the ranch house, night had fallen. Even in the darkness on the broad porch, the keen eyed boy could distinguish Franklin Bates from his secretary. His splendid physique, his erect carriage proclaimed not only the successful business man but the accomplished athlete as well. Approaching the two men, the boy drew off his cap. “May I speak to you a moment, sir:” he asked respectfully. The man frowned slightly as he glanced at the speaker. “If you wish to wait half an hour, till I get back, I will see you,” he said carelessly as he got into the waiting car. Fully an hour later the car rolled up the drive. The boy, who had been sit- ting on the steps, rose as Mr. Bates got out. The man opened the door to his study, motioning the boy to follow, he went in. So intent was the lad on his errand that he hardly noticed the luxuri- ous but severe appointments of the study of America’s great wheat “king.” Bates looked the boy squarely in the face as he said, “I’ll give you five minutes.” “I’m Frank Mason, sir, from Red Hill, Illinois. My mother is the owner of Seventeen Pines. It is the farm that you hold a mortgage on. Mother said that you were going to sell our home. Please don’t do it, sir. Give us another year to “Red Hill,” the man repeated several times. His voice betrayed deep emotion when he spoke. “I remember now. Did you say the name of the place was Sev- enteen Pines:” At the boy’s ned he went on, I’m afraid I’ll have to foreclose. Your mother has not paid any interest for two years. I’m planning to sell to a railroad company.” “Oh, please wait a year or two. I’m going to work this winter. A big boy like me can earn a lot of money—maybe three dollars a week. That would help a lot. Mother said it would,” the earnest voice brought a smile to the man’s lips. Ten minutes passed in silence; the man gazing into the cheery fire playing on the hearth, and the boy looking past the man out of the window. Then the man’s eyes narrowed, a trick he had when he was in deadly earnest. “Do you know Mrs. Henry Adams:” the question was shot at the lad. “Yes, sir,” the boy’s eyes showed his surprise at the turn the subject had taken, “She is my grandmother.” “Your grandmother!” the man stood up breathing hard. “Did she send you to me?” “No, sir, I did not even tell mother because I thought that she would not let me go. I left a note on the table. Do you know my grandmother?” The boy rose too, without in the least knowing why. “I—rather think I—do.” The man’s voice was dry. “I know also your mother —and her—husband. What do you know about your father, lad?” “Very little, sir,” the man had dropped into a chair, but his eyes were looking Continued on Page 3«

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THE GOLDEN-ROD 21 Neither Bacon Nor Shakespeare (Great though he was, Shakespeare was only human, and so it is to be ex- pected that he made some mistakes. An omission on his part accounts for the following scene, written by a modern Shakespeare. Its purpose is to show the domestic strife of Macbeth’s life and il- lustrate some of the finer causes of his downfall. Read it, and become acquaint- ed with family strife in the days of A Iacbcth.—Merritt Libbey) ACT IV—Scene 4 Room in the Castle at Dunsinane Enter Macbeth Macbeth: My love is greater than my lust. Failing, She would be punished, too, as much as I. And she has been to me a worthy wife; Yea, more than wife, a most wise coun- sellor. It is true her plans, her advices were good;— But the water’s too deep for her, I fear. Enter Lady Macbeth Lady M.: You did call for me, my lord: Macbeth: 0 beloved, I do fear for you; I would That you were not concerned in this at all. I have decided to face the storm alone. Lady M.: Have a care; the lion dies when his strength Is waned, my lord. Macbeth: I have thought of that, but I have learned My lesson well, and will better the instruction. Lady M.: You say you fear for me, my thane, Yet you leave me here to brood myself Unto distraction. O, better far to die fighting, Than to sit at home a prey to con- science. Macbeth : Fie, my lady, you’ve but done your duty. Why, wife, should you suffer for my misdeeds? All else I grant, all Scotland, if you will, But this to thee I must refuse, my sweet. Lady M.: Your courage failed at Inver- ness, my thane; Take care lest it should slack at Dun- sinane. Macbeth: The weird sisters three to me did promise That I need not fear till Birnam Wood To high Dunsinane Hill shall come, and that My death shall be by none of woman born. Lady M.: I fear these witches have thee fast; Follow them not too close lest thou get snared. Macbeth: They served me well before; I will not doubt Them now, for I am all they pro- phesied. Lady M.: You forget I made you King, not they. Did they bolster your waning courage, sir? Who made the plan for Duncan’s fall? Who freed vou from places tight, my lord? Yet you cast me off as a worthless thing! Macbeth: All true, beloved wife, yet I do fear For thy woman’s strength and heart and mind.— Let that end the matter. Fare you well! Exeunt Macbeth Lady M.: Discarded, cast off, scorned! Believing he has no use for me, He leaves me nothing but musings vile. The hardest blow upon him is yet to fall, Yet he casts aside his rudder now. O, thou fool to believe thou’rt safe at last From Malcolm and Macduff who storm you. Thou art more like the Roman fool than thou

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Paul Larkin is working for the Good- year Rubber Company. John Reardon has been traveling in Eastern United States for Proctor Gamble for some years. He expects soon to travel throughout the country for the same concern. 1916 Joseph Colletti, Harvard ’24, has re- ceived a Harvard fellowship and is studying architecture in Italy. 1917 Roger Berry and Howard Walther are in business in Texas. 1918 Elsie Broughton, 1918, is taking a spe- cial course at Cornell. Stuart Dimmock is with the Liberty Mutual Insurance Company. Joanne Falconer is in Paris studying advanced French. David Gesmer is traveling for Brown Durrell Company. Ronald Shaw, 1918, has completed his course at M. I. T. and is now with Stone Webster. Hale Waite has an important position in the Foreign Department of the Mer- chants National Bank. 1919 Stanley Jenkins is preparing for Brown University. John Prete, who held the Buck schol- arship for five years at B. U., has re- ceived a fellowship from Harvard and is now doing graduate work at the Uni- versity of Grenoble in France. Walter Sargent, graduate of the U. S. Naval Academy, is an Ensign aboard the U. S. S. Niagara, now in southern waters. Harriot Barbour has published, through the Macmillan Company, her first book, “Old Tales Retold.” The book is beautifully illustrated by one of the best illustrators on the Macmillan staff. James Bartlett, Northeastern ’24, is doing graduate work at Harvard where he received a scholarship. Edna Campbell is teaching in the Brookline High School. Dorothy Cole, who has graduated from Smith College, is taking a course at Bridgewater Normal School; but at pres- ent is doing practice teaching in the Quincy High School. Ruth Hillstrom and Hilda Wester are working in the John Hancock Life In- surance Company. 1921 Anne Stevens is training in the Walter Reed Hospital in Washington, D. C. Larry Leavitt, senior at Dartmouth, has been chosen chief marshall. Richard Saunders, who will receive an M. A. degree at Clark University this year, has accepted a three years’ teach- ing position at the American University at Beiruth, Syria. June 1922 Viola Anderson and Anne Wagelius, who will graduate from Bridgewater Normal School in June, have been ap- pointed teachers in Quincy. Wilson Barstow is president of the junior class at Norwich. Elford Durgan has attained second honors at Clark University. Edmund Johnson is on the honor roll at Dartmouth. Donald Mackay has been chosen a member of the Dartmouth Debating Team.