Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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Published Quarterly by Pupils of the Quincy High School We Golden Rod APRIL 1928 Volume XL No. 3. QUINCY Massachusetts PRICE—TWENTY-FIVE CENTS Literary) Staff Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor News Editor Athletic Editor Alumni Editor Exchange Editor Joke Editor Art Editor Ruth Cushman Mary Aulbach Henry Gesmer Donald Gilman John Knowles Elizabeth McPhillips Irving Hunter Clementine Edwards Business Staff Business Manager...............Robert MacGregor 3fo Advertising Manager ...........Kenneth McKenzie 30'S Assistants Kenneth Melville 3G3 Thornton Lenard Leonard Graf Circulation Manager, Theodore Bilman 3ft Faculty Advisors Ethell C. Crockett Ruth M. Giles Joy L. Nevens Leslie C. Millard Catherine I. Walsh

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Typewriters Bought—Sold—Rented Only agent in Quincy for the Remington Portable Typewriter Also Corona and Royal Portable Typewriters Moore—W aterman—Parker Ingersoll Fountain Pens Dennison’s Goods School Supplies McKENZIE’S Tel. Granite 5131 3 Temple Street MUSIC Popular—Standard—Century Instruments and Supplies Trunks, Bags and Leather Goods Where the T TT 7 T % ) O Can Be Bought Smartest Clothes - Jl JlI aJj £ . for Less. Here you will find an unusual selection of Students' 2-Pant Suits and Overcoats Newest Models—Smartest Fabrics and Pat- terns. A real store for the “men of tomor- row” to trade in. 1417 Hancock St. FISHER’S Quincy, Mass. Foundation Garments of all Types for Girls Sflje Smtpljij Miss S. E. Dunphy No. 8 Maple St., Quincy, Mass. Tel. Granite 0893-W For Service call Granite 6739 “Just Right” Cleansing and Dyeing Co. PRESSING-REPAIRING High grade work at reasonable prices Work called for and delivered 1637 HANCOCK STREET QUINCY

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8 THE GOLDEN-ROD L’lL ROLLO Charles Baker, J.’29 “H’mmp! A story for that school paper, eh?” “Sure, Uncle Zed,” I said, “you al- ways said you could lie faster, oftener, and more plausibly than anyone else in Quincy, didn't you ?” “Wal, I reckon I did, an’ easier an’ about more things, too. I got a great scope, I have. Wot’ll I tell about?” “Oh, anything. Some more about your pal from the West.” “My ol podner, Windy Rivers? Thuh fellah as was a great animal trainer?” I scented a story. “Go on; Windy couldn’t train animals!” “He couldn’t, eh? Wal you jus’ listen here, young felluh, an I’ll tell you how I found it out. Yuh see I hadn’t seen Windy fer a long time, so when I come across him a-rollin’ a hoop all over his dooryard, I thought he’d jus’ natcherlly gone loco.” “‘Hey, Windy!’” I yells, “‘S’mat- ter?’ ” “ ‘Oh,’ ” he calls back, “ ‘I’m just giv- in’ l’il Rollo a airin.’ ” “ ‘Kinda crazy answer,’ ” thinks I. “But when I gets closer I sees it’s a hoopsnakc. The snake rolls up into a hoop, takin’ its tail in its mouth an’ Windy does his stuff.” “ ‘I calls him Rollo ’cause he rolls,’ ” explains Windy. “An’ a right nice little felluh Rollo was, too. Smart, an’ lovin’, an’ all. I doan’ mean p’raps, nuther, ’bout that there ‘smart. W’y, after I set up my shack near Windy’s, he’d carry messages back an’ forth. Windy’d tell him suthin’ tuh tell me an’, b’gosh, he’d come over an twist his-self intuh letters an’ spell it out on thuh cabin floor. Uh course he lost track once in a while on long words an’ then he’d do X’s all over the floor’ tuh show he’d made a mistake, an’ begin again. Thuh only real trouble he ever had, though, was one time when he near bruk his back on ‘Czechoslovakia.’ ” “An’ strong an’ fast! I’ve seen Windy win many a tenner by havin’ Rollo tow a canoe downstream faster’n a man could paddle one!” “What finally became of him?” “Wal,” said Uncle Zed, sadly wiping his eyes, “I tol’ you he were a lovin’ l’il critter, an’ he were right fond of a young blacksnake, as purty an’ cute a l’il thing, she was, as ever I laid eyes on. An’ one day she ran off with a low-life rat- tlesnake, an’ poor l’il Rollo jus’ naturally up an’ died of a broken heart.” A THUNDERSTORM Esther Lindberg, F.’29 Did it ever occur to you that what we commonly call a thunderstorm is really the playing of the brass band of the angels? The band parades across the sky often in summer, but never in winter as it is too cold for the players. The distant rumbles of the bass drums announce the coming of the band. We cannot see these players as we look up toward the sky, but we can see the flash of their instruments as they march along.