Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 64 of the 1929 volume:

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PRESSING—REPAIRING High grade work at reasonable prices Work called for and delivered is WORLD WIDE in its work There is Main Office and Plant a place 300 Washington St. Quincy Store at 1637 Hancock Street for you Ships Haven Foy’s 29-31 Temple Street Quincy Established 1899 Ships Haven Lodge FOY’S FOOD “A Treat to Eat” Three miles from Plymouth on the Highway to the Cape New Home 1177 Hancock Street Opposite Masonic Temple Golden Rod JAN. 1929 Volume XLI No. 2. QUINCY Massachusetts PRICE—THIRTY CENTS Published Quarterly by Pupils of the Quincy High School February, 1929 Marjorie Cameron George Hutchison Violet Johnson Thomas Cook Hazel Ramsay Franees Raymond Gordon Holland Art Editor Literary Staff Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor News Editor Athletic Editor Alumni Editor Exchange Editor Joke Editor Art Editor June, 1929 Kenneth Ayres Florence McNamara Evangeline Zinck John Carey Edward Bohlken Gunhild Anderson George Bently Mary Reardon Business Staff Business Manager................. Kenneth Melville Advertising Manager.........................Harold Nannis Circulation Manager .........................John Hipson Faculty Advisors Joy L. Nevens Ruth M. Giles Catherine I. Walsh Ethel C. Crockett Leslie C. Millard Entered as second-class matter June 26, 1928, at the post office at Boston, Mass., under the Act of March 3, 1879 Literary ......... Poetry ........ 7 Sad Tale of the Ancient Prospector—Stuart Buck 8 Beauty—Iris Gladwin ...... 12 Caesar—Sally Bradford ...... 12 The First, Second Best, Man—Wallace Fairfield . 12 On to School—Linwood Young .... 13 The Kid—George Nelson ..... 14 Editorials ......... 17 Dallas Lore Sharp ...... 17 Sayings About Our Seniors ..... 19 Who’s Who in the Class of February, 1929 . 19 What Would Happen If .... 19 Class Census ....... 21 Memories........................................... 23 Class Song......................................... 28 Alumni............................................. 30 News 33 Exchanges.......................................... 43 Athletics.......................................... 45 Jokes ................. 50 THE GOLDEN-ROD 7 POETRY FOOTSTEPS Kenneth Ayres, J.’30 Footsteps walking up above. And I try to study on! Footsteps thumping up above. And mv work is yet not done! Footsteps stalking up above, And my nerves arc nearly gone! Footsteps bumping up above. And kind thoughts I have not one! Stumping, tumping, stamping, tamping,— Clamping on the floor above. Footsteps knocking out the time. And my cars with rhythm ring! Footsteps mocking at the time, And my brains can’t think a thing! Footsteps rocking out the time, And my thoughts arc shorn of wings. Footsteps clocking out the time, On my head they cling and sing! Clumping, jumping, racking, tacking,— Hacking at the time above. Footsteps clacking o’er my head, And my muscles tighten sore. Footsteps ramping o’er my head, And they rise into a roar. Footsteps slacking o’er my head, And that beat is slowing more. Footsteps tramping o’er my head, Tapping, rapping slapping bore. Lagging, dragging, slopping, stopping,— Peaceful now the feet above. DAWN Jean Turnbull, F.’30 The shadows of the night soon fade away. The stars yield to proclaim the birth of day. And from the eastern sky a rosy hue Rises and spreads to mingle with the blue. Then grows the light, the world has opc’d her eyes— To lie and bask in radiance from the skies. The world is full of sunshine; the mists arc gone; Supreme in all her splendor gleams forth the Dawn. NATURES VOICE Evangeline Zinck, June, 1929 When night arises from the hills And wraps her cloak of mystery about the world, And flings a scattering spray of star-dust Into the eyes of a faintly yawning sky, And presses a cool hand on the feverish brow of earth— When I behold an arc of rainbow In the sky, Like a lady’s many colored Chiffon scarf Hung out to dry— Or hear the patter of raindrops On the parched roof of a gabled house— I hear Nature’s voice singing— Singing of hope, of joy, of youth— I hear the voice of God, Great Dicty. Marjorie Hill, June, 1930 I like the twilight— Nothing to do; nothing to say; The gentle shading between night and day. I like the twilight— Blue mulling around With a murmuring sound. I like the twilight— I lie motionless In the hushed quietness. . . I’m lazy, I guess. FATE Muriel Castleman, June, 1930 A calm-eyed cockroach crouches low, Upon my slooping window sill; He heeds not whether friend or foe, Doth seek for purpose him to kill. Now suddenly he turns around, Espying me, the window grips, He starts to move without a sound, Nor docs he falter, halt, or slip. Alas! Alas for my dear friend, Who tried the gods of chance to cheat, He could not dodge the bitter end. I crushed him dead beneath my feet. 8 THE GOLDEN-ROD SAD TALE OF THE ANCIENT PROSPECTOR Stuart Buck, F.’29 There were nine of us seated about the fire on that bleak November eve, back in the year 18—. The flames in the hearth were crackling merrily, as flames will; and the smoke from our various pipes was so thick that—to coin the expression —one could actually cut it with a knife. No one spoke. In fact, we were all silent —each man deeply engrossed in his own particular thoughts of days long gone by. Outside, the wind shrieked and whistled; and, ever and anon, the shutters of our lonely cabin crashed and banged with an ominous thud against the thick wooden sides. This dull, but insistent pounding, seemingly at our very door, suggested to my imaginative mind the weak and futile knockings of some pitiful creature, ex- hausted of all his resources — weakly imploring our attention with his faltering fist. At the threshold of our shelter I could vividly picture a white, drawn face with hopeless, staring eyes; and for a moment could barely restrain myself from leaping across the room with a bound to fling wide the door and reveal what horror might be crouching outside. Suddenly someone stirred uneasily— thereby breaking the tension somewhat— and, after what seemed to be a moment of hesitation, asked in the harsh, cracked voice of someone who has not spoken for some time, “If somebody couldn’t tell us a story or something to pass the time away ?” Through the blue-gray haze of tobacco smoke I seemed to sec every figure in the little room stiffen toward him at once, as though he had committed some great sacrilege in breaking in upon our reveries so abruptly; and no one obliged at first; but finally, after what seemed to be many minutes of deadly silence, the angular figure of the eldest of our band unwound itself slowly, and, with an introductory “Ahem,” he began to speak in a reminis- cent sort of a tone, stroking his thick, stubby growth of a beard all the while and puffing dreamily at his corn-cob pipe. “Boys,” he said, “do you know, this night with the wind, and storm, and everything, makes me think, somehow or other, of another night like it that I spent (under somewhat different circumstances, however), many, many miles from here. As some of you know, I was, at one time in my career, a prospector for that elusive mineral, gold; and, in the quest of it, have hiked and tramped many a long, weary mile over deserts and val- leys, and sometimes along the rails like an ordinary tramp. At one time, I was connected in a professional sort of a way with another would-be goldcr, an- swering, as a rule, to the name of ‘Red Pete,’ not a bad sort, you know, al- though addicted, in his weak-willed sort of a way, to frequent intercourses with a gurgling flask which he carried about in his hip-pocket. “Well, on the night I was speaking of, Red and I were hiking along the rails in a great flurry or hurry or something, for some reason or other that I don’t seem to remember, to reach the next turn before morning. It was an exceptionally dark, black night, too; not a star in sight and the moon was well, among the missing. And to cap the climax, Red had to pick this occasion to become incapacitated to such an extent that it was by dint of main strength that I maintained by good influ- ence in keeping him in the straight and narrow path, and it was all of that. In fact, to tell the pure and unadulterated truth, we couldn’t see a blamed thing for two feet ahead of us—couldn’t, at least; Red wasn’t caring very much just then whether he saw anything or not. “Well, anyways, we were stumbling along like this, when all of a sudden we came to one of those big railroad bridges or trestles that they have out West over the canyons—some of ’em hundreds of feet deep, too. THE GOLDEN-ROD 9 “Course I didn’t know anything about it at first until—well, just listen! “All of a sudden, I felt a mighty tug on iny left foot, and if I hadn’t (with great presence of mind) of pitched for- ward and grasped hold of one of the sleepers, I might have tumbled off for a few hundred feet to my death, or worse. I was startled, to say the least, and as soon as I had made secure my grip, I began to look solicitously about for Red. “I found him at last, his pale face peer- ing up out of the darkness below, where he was hanging by one hand to my foot. Imagine that! He had stumbled off the trestle, of course, and by a truly mar- velous piece of luck, had managed to cling to my pedal-extremity in falling. It saved him, too; but, well, it nearly fin- ished me, and so it was with very little ceremony and some degree of impatience that I hoisted him up and rolled him in a heap between the rails. He was some shaken, believe me, and it was quite a while before I could get him to stir an inch. I do believe that the shock had sobered him up a bit. Well, anyways, with some persuasion, he finally arrived at the conclusion that almost any place was more desirable than our present one, and so pretty scon he began to show signs of moving on. “Now, of course, we didn’t know for sure just how far we’d been going on this deuced trestle before the slip occurred; and so, naturally, the delicate question as to which direction we should take arose, and we argued it out as sich—as the poem goes. Now, Red was all for turning back (his retiring nature, I suppose), but I, being as you all know, more of a pro- gressive sort of a fellow, argued that in- asmuch as we didn’t know just where we were in the trestle—might be nearest the other side, for all we knew—we might just as well go ahead, as we’d probably encounter much the same dangers either way we should go. Sounds logic; now, wasn’t it? “Well, Red, he was obstinant, at first; but finally he gave way under the sheer force of my arguments, and we went on under; well, on; Red mumbling things eloquently under his breath in his own quaint fashion. “It was more risky than I had thought, too; and we soon found that about the only really safe way to progress at all, and that wasn’t entirely so, was by the now time-worn hand and knees method. We tried it, and, believe me, it was pain- fully slow. We went on like this for what seemed like hours, or years maybe, stopping now and then to rub our sore knees and extract a few splinters and then go on again. It was a hectic night, be- lieve me; and black as pitch, too. “Time went on, as usually, I suppose; although it did seem as though it was slowed up a bit. We hadn’t been saying much to each other—except maybe a cuss word or two—when, all of a sudden, Red had a bright, gleaming idea— his first, too, I think. He stopped short for a moment, overcome by the novelty of it, then blurted forth all at once in a gasp: “ ‘My Gawsh!’ he said. ‘Sav! W-what if a train should come along now we’re stuck out here!’ And he repeated weakly, ‘My Gawsh!’ “Well, you know, it did suggest possi- bilities of embarrassment, at that; and for a moment, even was slightly intimidated —but for a moment, you understand— my natural optimism, or whatever you may call it, asserted itself at once, and I immediately commenced to prove by con- structive argumentation that such a thing was but the merest possibility, might never happen, and probably never—but, er well, you know how it is when even the fates and elements are against you, for sure and certain the night breeze wafed to my well-shaped cars the faint, shrill shriek of a siren, and we saw the faint pin-point of a light far, far down the tracks. An engine was coming! We were shocked, to say the very least! “Red, he really acted scared—even looked as though he might get panicky and scramble off the trestle or something in his haste, but for my firm hand. You 10 THE GOLDEN-ROD know, although I freely admit that even I felt certain queer sensations wandering from the small of my back to up and around my ears—queer, shivery feelings —not necessarily fear, you understand, of course. Well, I suppose my clear head and firm nerves saved the day for us at that awful moment, for Red was all set fora wild monkey scramble up the rails into the witchy darkness beyond, probably to tumble off into the bottomless pit below. With really amazing insight and keen precision (if you understand what I mean), I saw clearly mapped out in my trained brain the one and only course possible under the circumstances. It was, of course, to await calmly and patiently the inevitable by securing a firm hold on the rail running along below the tracks, and to hang on this until the train would pass over. Really a master-stroke of thought now, wasn’t it? No panic, no uncertain scrambling (along the rails, no well, eh nothing, as they say); really the only sane course, as I had it. Of course, all this passed like lightning through my trained mind; the only difficulty being, of course, to persuade Red, who, after all, was only a common sort of a fellow, sub- ject to his passions primarily. 0 well, it was quite a feat, but my personality won out in the end, and in due time we were both hanging under the rails; I, patiently and philosophically; Red, fretfully. It was cold, too, hanging there—and it got colder—much colder. “We hung there for quite a time before the train came; in fact, we hung there for a very long time. It wasn’t pleasant, either, to endure Red’s biting remarks, but, O, well I suppose every Napoleon has his Waterloo, as they say—although this might not fit the case here. It was quite a night. In fact, I really believe that that train was twenty miles away when we first saw its light and heard the whistle. You know yourself how a light will show up on a dark night, and how sound will travel out in the desert. Now that I think of it, it probably was more than twenty miles at that. Well, any- ways, I’m sure of one thing; my arms were mighty sore by the time that train arrived. It was a freight train, too, and about five miles long, or so it seemed. It rattled, and banged, and shook the trestle until I really wonder now how we managed to hang on through it all. Matter of life and death, I guess. Well, when it was all over we hung there, limp and weak as a pair of wet dish-rags—too exhausted to move. It really was a har- rowing experience! I was the first to recover, and, naturally, concluded that the next step would be to pull myself up over the rails and resume the—er delight- ful little excursion. Easily said—but, well, I couldn’t get over that rail. Now that’s a fact, whether you may believe it or not; but that long, cold wait had sapped even my mighty strength. I wiggled, twisted, squirmed, kicked, and made several other kinds of contortions, but, alack, ’twas of no avail. I simply could not rise to that occasion. A rather embarrassing moment, to say the very least. And behold, Red was in the same difficulty. We kicked and squirmed sep- arately, together, alternately, and several other different kinds of ways—but no use. “What cannot be done, cannot, as some philosopher said, I believe; and we cer- tainly couldn’t get over that rail. I re- laxed for a moment to think things over in my own quiet way, somewhat ham- pered, however, by Red’s scathing criti- cisms concerning what he termed my pricelss judgment. “Suddenly he gasped: ‘Say! My bag o’ nuggets is slipping off. What’ll I do? I can’t let go for one second even. I’m nearly done for as it is!’ “Just like him to be thinking of his gold at a time like this—the miser! It seems he was in the habit of carrying around a belt with pockets for his nuggets, and it was probably slipping off. O well, I wasn’t below offering a helpful sugges- tion : “ ‘Say,’ I said, ‘why can’t you let it slip down to your foot and then pass it THE GOLDEN-ROD 11 over to me. I'll take good care of it in case you don’t get over this.’ “But no, the selfish brute acted peeved rather than relieved at my suggestion. Ah, the crucial moment of his life. He showed none of the characteristics of a true brother Elk, and he even began be- rating me for getting him into what he called a ‘fix.’ As if it were my fault. O, well, some people arc like that; but I was determined that he should do one act, at least, of noble self-sacrifice before he died, so I edged over to get the belt, my- self. He edged away, but I caught up with him. And as I reached over to get it—now here comes the exciting part—my other hand slipped from the rail, and I fell like a rock or even faster. It was over all too soon, when I came to a stop with a shock, hanging upside down! “What was it, you ask:—naturally, curious. Well, believe this one or not, but 1 tell you right here it’s the absolute truth—or I wouldn’t be here, for a fact— but the raw-hide lacings on my high boots, which I always wore loose, had somehow or other—now don’t ask me how, because I really don’t know—had become entangled with those in Red’s boots, as we were angling about, forming what is commonly known as the soldier’s or sailor’s slip-nocse and—well, there you have it. And there was I, my life hang- ing by a thread, so to speak. And behold by some terribly ironical twist of fate, the first thought that flashed through my mind at that awful moment was that famous maxim for embarrassing mo- ments: ‘Be non-chalant. Light a—well, and so on!’ And it was an embarrassing moment; believe me! whether it may ap- pear that way to you or not. Upside down, and hanging by a shoe-string— well, place yourself in my position—that’s all I say. “And Red stood the shock remarkably well, if I say so myself. Like the old rock of Gibraltar, he clung, although his whole frame was probably stretched an inch or two, to say the very least. Good, old Red. But then I suppose it was the sterner side of his nature cropping out. Why, I have seen that man encounter a seething machine-gun fire during our stay at Chicago, and never wince—although— after all, I suppose one doesn’t generally wince while running at top speed. Well, anyways, to return to the plot at hand, I began almost immediately to feel rather uncomfortable, to say the very least— perhaps pardonable under the circum- stances. I sent some helpful suggestions up to Red, but the poor lad was evidently quite flustered. He seemed to be having difficulty in retaining his hold. “After some manoeuvering about, he spoke with what seemed relief: ‘Say!’ he said, ‘my shoe is slipping ofT. Looks like you’re a goner,’ he added with a smirk. “ ‘What!’ said I, ‘well, don’t let it.’ “ ‘I can’t help it,’ he replied. ‘The stocking’s coming off, too.’ “ ‘Well, it looks like goodbye,’ he added, meaningly, and happily too, I think. Confound him! “‘No, no,’ said I, a bit worried. ‘Wait a minute, and give me time to think it over.’ (I needed time.) “But no, he was in a jealous temper, or something, and he just wouldn’t stop that shoe from slipping off. It went lower, and lower, and still lower. I felt my firm nerves faint and my head swoon as I realized that this was the end. Ten thousand feet, possibly. How long woidd it taker And above all I heard Red’s hateful chuckle. Everything grew black, if it was possible for anything to blacken in the denseness of that night. I felt my trained senses leaving me, a falling sensa- tion, and then, ‘calm, peace and quiet.’— “Came a dawn with its usual assort- ment of color and life-giving light, as they say. I reclined stiffly unconscious, I sup- pose, then, behold! suddenly my rigid form stirred, an eyelash quivered, an eye opened, and the first thought that flashed through my awakening brain was: ‘Am I in heaven, or, well, the other place, so to speakr’ If so, it was an ex- ceedingly realistic one, for beheld there above my head a foot was hanging, a bare 12 THE GOLDEN-ROD foot, and continuing up a man as rigid as a corpse—in fact, the man was a corpse— it was Red. Slowly the awful truth dawned upon me. In the impenetrable darkness of the night we had actually crossed that trestle and had performed our little act up there above my head, about ten feet above the sand bar on which I was then lying. Red had died of fright, or shock, or something. Any- ways, he was dead. Well, for myself, was I surprised, not to say astounded, at all this f Well, boys, I’ll just leave that to you.” BEAUTY Iris Gladwin, F.’31 At last! . . . the River . . . Standing at its limpid brink . . . the cool water lapped her ankles . . . stinging her scorching flesh . . . cooling the madness and fury in her tortured brain . . . glid- ing . . . swaying . . . deeper . . . now, it caressed her limbs . . . flowed on up- ward . . . swirling over her smooth shoulders . . . lingering at the beautiful curves of her slender neck ... it fluted about her carmine mouth . . . touching her delicate ears . . . then . . . nothing . . . only two wide rings like two large green plates . . . the beautiful body was swept . . . sucked down . . . down into the jade depths shot with rays of liquid . . . turquoise . . . topaz . . . amethyst . . . and . . . firey opal . . . down . . . down . . . into the silken silence . . . flowing . . . flowing . . . CAESAR Sally Bradford, F.’31 Caesar, the genius of Rome, ... its burning mete . . . veiled in the soft light of incense, perhaps jasmine ... a Grecian urn . . . exquisitely figured, both vase and Caesar . . . those eyes, eyes of jewels, jet with power ... a grey tunic, like a dull cloudy sky . . . Caesar fondles a iade pen . . . and writes . . . fire . . . life-blood . . . dripping . . . flowing from his pen ... A command from his tongue . . . mellow as the tones of an organ . . . deep, resonant . . . that conquers countries . . . souls . . . the world out- side ... a seething tumult ... the sky, smoke, blood . . . like greasy new bacon . . . Caesar’s soul ... a carved ivory altar fashioned by the gods . . . and Rome’s soldiers . . . insatiable with thirst of blood . . . made Rome an empire. A schoolroom, . . . youth . . . bub- bling . . . piercing electric lights . . . . . . gleaming like illuminated bafls of flame . . . Eager faces . . . stupid faces . . . whimpering over tattered books . . . books that are weary, yet faithful mes- sages of Caesar . . . His masterful words . . . now only cold, black print ... no longer wine . . . sparkling . . . deep red, but leaden water . . . all . . . charred coals of a once live flame ... a piping hot flame . . . ccld . . . frigid as iron now .... the soul of Caesar . . . gone . . . buried ... in mvhr and frankincence ... in rich purple robes . . . dead . . . leaving only its carcass . . . cold, black print. THE FIRST, SECOND BEST, MAN Wallace Fairfield, June, 1930 Harold Jackson was sitting in the stands, smoking a stogy, very calmly. No wonder, for the maten had been unin- teresting so far. buddemy, he jumped, clamped the stogy with Ins teeth, and pufl'cd furiously. This outburst of his was all because of an error the stranger, who had been playing marvelous tennis all the afternoon, had made. From that time on the match was lost, because he could not control the ball. He wasn’t an- noyed; he walked to the net, shook hands, and began to laugh as though the whole thing were a fine joke, instead of a very important tennis match. Harold, who considered himself a very good judge of men’s characters, thought there was something wrong with this THE GOLDEX-ROD ON TO SCHOOL Lin wood Young, J.’30 13 man who had acted so carefree. Harold walked up to the man, and said: “Why did you teel like laughing at a serious matcn like that:” “Well, it’s a big joke,” said the other, “and since you are inclined to lend me an ear, I will pour forth my grievances, but tell me your name. Mine is John Abbott.” Alter preliminaries had been done away with, Abbott began. “In High School, 1 went out for track, and became a very good runner in the mile. I outdistanced everyone until a new fellow moved in town and then, no matter how hard I tried, I always came in a few minutes behind him. “In baseball, I was a shark at second base, but there was another fellow just a little better. In footbad, I was a Hying streak, but was only second best. So I went through life until the war broke out, and then to my great surprise, I was ap- pointed second orderly to a Brigadier- General. “All went well during the war, and I came home determined to marry Jean Harris, whom I had known quite a while. After two or three weeks, she to’d me that I was to be Best Man at her wedding. Of course, I was very much surprised at this statement, but I bore it like a man, as it was the first time I was first at anything, even best man. “'All went well at the wedding, includ- ing the fact that I met a fine young girl there and eventually married her. But one night she came to me and told me that I was her second husband. I im- mediately blew up, and told her the whole story of my life.” “Never mind, Johnnie,” she said; “don’t you see, that even though you are always second, you are really first in everything, for these other men only get first once in a while, whereas you are alwpvs second.” “Well, that made things look a lot different to me, and now, whenever I do beat a fellow, I look unon the whole thin� as a huge joke. Do you blame Lp and off to school. Yes—I was eany; no, not homework to be done betore the first bell. On the contrary’, I had plenty oi time and didn't intend to hurry. As I slowly walked up the street past new homes, it occurred to me that the houses had ail come since my time. Where my feet waked on hard concrete, perhaps Thomas Morton of textbook fame once trod. Yes, I was coming upon the site of the old farm buildings once belonging to the historical Adams family. As I passed under a row of shady trees, I realized that I was passing under lindens from England that had been carefully planted when the land was still in the possession of the estate. Now I approached the cemetery on my right. Here were the remains of those of wealth, of poverty, of those famed, and of those forgotten. Far out on my left was the opposite. For there lay miles of marshes to be filled in and used by the generations of tomorrow. Strange, but here nearby was represented the hand of the past. So I philosophied as I trudged slowly on. Beyond the marsh lay a silvery’ gleam of water, by it a lumber yard. Farther to the south showed the results of modern industry, the Fere River and Edison plants. Then my eye dropped and saw in the corner of the marsh a city dump, the material remains of the inanimate. Now I passed the marsh and cemetery. My thoughts were taken ud in the swiftly changing Artery traffic. Once across. I studied the school building ahead and noticed again my left and mv right. The left was more marsh, but this time only a large lot of undeveloped land, but my right in contrast was undergoing steadv filling for a city park. A few minutes later and I was at the school. What had I seen with the aid of mv imagination. Why. I trod on histori- cal ground: I had seen the past por- 14 THE GOLDEN-ROD trayed by people long since deceased; I saw future lands of the industries of the morrow; I saw the live industries of the day, and yes, I even saw the graveyard of industries—the city dump. THE KID George Nelson, F.’29 I first met him at Camp --------. He was a tall, broad-shouldered youth with regular leatures, light hair and a friendly, boyish grin. But the most remarkable thing about him was his eyes. They were as big as saucers, and they gave him the appearance of a child in a strange land wondering at all that lay- about him. It was not his eyes, however, which first struck me. For the third morning in succession, Sergeant Casey was bawling him out, and the thundering growl of Casey’s voice penetrated to the furthermost corner of the parade ground. That was nothing unusual in itself, but I thought that I detected a grin on Casey’s face as the youngster turned away. That was unusual. Usually Casey stayed purple with rage after raising his voice to that tone. That might have ended my interest right there but for a little incident that occurred that afternoon. We “non-coms” were in a little group near headquarters when someone spotted the kid. I think it was Sherman, a new- comer from the South. “There,” he drawled, impressively, “is the smartest soldier in the A. E. F.” He continued to relate some of the youngster’s achieve- ments in the same sarcastic tone until Casey, standing idly near him, said slowly and softly through his teeth, “Can’t you talk about something else for a changer Leave the kid alone. He’s all right.” Someone else broke in with a muttered word of approval of Casey’s remark, and Sherman stopped in an em- barrassed sort of way. After that I took notice of the kid. He seemed to be trying hard enough, but he was always making some foolish mistake. He was a thinker, and his brain moved even too slowly for him to snap through the evolutions with the rest of his company with any degree of accuracy. He was conscious ot this, and the result- ing nervousness caused him even more to make slips. At length we went across, and finally after our first baptism of fire and a few weeks of war, real war, our thinned ranks were sent back to billets behind the lines for a couple of weeks. There I met Casey once more and mustered enough nerve to ask him about the kid. I had a certain trepidation as to how Casey would accept my mention of the youngster, probably because I remembered how Sherman had been reproved. However, he opened right up to me and told me the story of his dealings with the youngster. “You fellows call him ‘the kid,’ ” Casey said rather bitterly. “He’s as old as you or I, but it’s those eyes of his that make you think he’s a youngster. He’s beautiful, but dumb. I can call him everything under the sun, but he hasn’t the spunk to even flash an angry look back. He just turns and looks me in the eye and sort of hangs his head. He takes everything so seriously, just like a scolded child. He’s getting on my nerves. He hasn’t shown any fight at all. He takes his war like a rifle practice, picking his shots as coolly as though he were at a lawn party and were showing the other fellows his ability. He gives me a pain.” I nodded to him and then spoke thoughtfully. “He seems to be a pretty spineless case.” Casey shook his head. “No,” he said quickly; “he’s made a mess of everything he’s touched: he’s the black eve of my company, but I’ll give him credit. He just hasn’t got the spirit yet.” “He’s had time.” I pointed out. “Yes, he’s had time enough for an ordinary man.” “Time enough for any man.” I goaded him. “Six months is a long t;me. He hacn’t proved himce1f a man ye .” “He’s tried! God knows, he’s tried! He’-s done his best!” shouted Casev, ris; g to his feet and loanin' across the table between us with his weight resting on one THE GOLDEN-ROD 15 hand while the other shook beneath my nose. “Do you think he’d have lasted with me, if I hadn’t thought he was try- ing? My men are all doing their part. He’s one of my men, and he’ll come through. He’ll come through. D’y’ hear?” This outburst took me by surprise, but I followed his words eagerly, and I could not help admiring the little note of pride which crept into his voice at the end. His change of mind puzzled me, and I re- minded him gently of his former state- ments. Casey was on his feet now with his hands thrust deeply into his belt. I was primed for another outburst as I spoke my rebuke, but the little Sergeant once more took me by surprise. He lowered his head so that his chin rested on his chest, and he teetered on his toes thoughtfully. “I really didn’t mean to call him a quitter,” he said. “I just can’t understand him. I didn’t mean for you to get that impression.” I said nothing. What could I say: He was right. How could a fiery, little, bull-voiced man such as he was under- stand the quiet, soft-spoken, wide-eyed Kid? In my thinking I lowered my head, and, when I raised it, the little Sergeant was gone. I caught a last glimpse of him as he passed by the dirty window, and I’ll swear that I saw a tear run down his cheek. That sobered me. and I rushed to the door to call an apology after him for my indiscretion. He was nowhere in sight. That was the last time I ever saw him. He got his out on the cold, dead fields of No-Man’s- Land while leading his men on to a glori- ous charge. I never knew the story, but somehow or other there comes to my mind, when I read the old clipping an- nouncing his death, the picture of a little, red-haired Sergeant with a grimv tear trickling down one cheek and with his men massed behind with their silverv- bhie bavonets gleaming in the sun as he leads them through a tangled mass of wires, knee-high, onward toward a sparkling line of rifles which spit fire at his every step. I turned back into the room, and there sat Sherman; his usually smiling face was rather sober, and I seemed tc feel a lump in my throat. There is something that strikes your heart and brings it into your throat at the sight of a man crying. Sherman spoke hesitatingly, but to the point, voicing the thought that had been at the back of my brain. “You shouldn’t have forced him. He’s an emotional sort of fellow, and he’s stood a lot of ragging about the Kid. And besides—,” he stopped. “It was none of my affair,” I finished. “That’s right,” he said slowly, nodding his head and clasping his hands tightly behind him. “It was none of your busi- ness, and I guess he felt rather bad about your mentioning it. You, especially, because he’s never had a real friend, to my knowledge. You knew him the most intimately of us all. He treasured your acquaintance. You were hard on him, old top.” I nodded my head slowly; he was right. I wanted to seek Casey and ask his pardon, but some foolish pride checked me. And Casey went on out there, and he never came back. I met the Kid about a year after I re- turned to America. I was in the poorer part of the city, where five and six-story tenements reared their dingy fronts sky- ward. The Kid was swinging along un- consciously in snappy, military style, but his deep blue eyes were troubled and a frown creased his brow. He forced a smile and slowed his gait, and I felt that he wanted to talk. I was right. I knew what his story would be, and the answer which he gave to my playful, “How’s tricks?” was as lengthy as I expected. It was the same story. He had tried hard enough to succeed, but some foolish mis- take had earned him his discharge. I do not even remember his exact words, but I read all this in those marvellously ex- pressive eyes. Their subtle charm had gripped me at his first words, and I stood transfixed reading the story in his eyes and heeding not his voice. But suddenly I snapped out of my trance. I read it in 16 THE GOLDEN-ROD his eyes before he spoke. There was no complaining or whining in his tone. He spoke as though it was an understood fact. “I’ve tried always, and I’m not quitting now.” I spoke reassuringly, “You’ll get your chance soon, and you’ll get ahead.” But I knew I had lied. He was too slow, too trusting, too dumb (to put it in Casey’s words) to gain fame and recognition in this hard world. It was all so plain. A tinkling crash startled us. The re- mains of a shattered pane of glass lay on the sidewalk, and from a window high above a cloud of smoke billowed forth and slid along the dingy brick front. I thought of the alarm, but he thought of the lives of those trapped in the building. I sprinted for the box, but he entered the burning building to save others. I don’t remember very clearly now what hap- pened. It came so suddenly that I am still rather surprised. It seemed ages before the engines came and ran their hose and ladders up to fight the blaze. By that time, the place was burning like tinder and belching huge clouds of smoke, which billowed and clustered over the blazing building. Fire lines were drawn up, and I was shoved roughly back behind the ropes. Shadowy forms passed in and out of the door, but I did not see the Kid, and an icy hand seemed to grip my heart as I saw the fiames gaining. A sharp order was given, and the ladders came away from the walls; a crack wormed its way across the front of the building. The wall was going to fall. As a gasp ran through the crowd, I raised my eyes from the door to the wall above. At each floor an ornamental iron balcony protruded, and there high above on one of these appeared the figure of an elderly man and at the same time on the balcony above appeared the Kid. One net was spread below. The old man was dizzy. Fie tottered and toppled across the railing insensible. The broken tele- phone wire dangled from the balcony on which the Kid stood and fell to that on which the old man lay. The crack still crept slowly across below them and fiames reached hungry hands to grasp them. The Kid hesitated and saw the man below and the dangling wire; he swiftly reeled it in and looped the end below into a noose. Again I thought of Casey’s words. He was the picture of calmness. He dropped the stiff lariat through the grating and encircled the head and shoulders of the man as they protruded over the railing; and standing amid the coil of surplus wire he strained to raise the body over the railing. The senseless form swung out and then dropped like a plummet as the Kid loosed his hold. The length of wire around the Kid’s feet came too, and there was a sud- den jerk as the body halted its flight to the net below. But only for an instant. The wire snapped, and the upper half remained dangling. I saw what had happened. The wire around the Kid’s feet had snarled, and the weight of the falling body had drawn the Kid’s leg out be- tween the posts of the wrought iron rail- ing; the thickness of his knee prevented its withdrawal. The firemen below retreated with their helpless burden. The Kid struggled wildly for an instant and then, realizing the hopelessness of it all, remained kneel- ing on one knee while the other hung limply outward. Then his eyes caught my attention. He must have been suffering terrible agony, but there was no hint of it in his face. With his elbows crossed and leaning on the railing, he awaited the end. I saw his face as the crumbling wall toppled in- ward and as he fell into that blazing inferno. There was no anger or worry there. His eyes looked upward, wide and starry, into the sky like those of a little child seeking recognition of a deed well done. I know now why Casey had been moved by those eyes, and there came to me the words of that little, red-haired Sergeant. “He tried. God knows, he tried.” THE GOLDEN-ROD 17 A LETTER FROM THE STAFF Dear Students of Q. H. S.: What can the matter be: For there is something wrong. We ask for Golden Rod material and get only a little. We know that most of you like to write and that you would surely enjoy the thrill of seeing your work in print. But when it comes to handing your story, poem or whatever it may be, to one of us or to a teacher, what do you think? Perhaps you say, “They’ll only laugh at this because it isn’t perfect.” Or you might think, “If this gets in the magazine, won’t I feel funny with everybody laughing at me.” Or else, “They’ll throw this out for sure, so what is the use?” But let us tell you this is never so. We never laugh when some one tries to help us. We’ll always try to help you, and if your work is not the best, we’ll try to help you make it better. Undoubtedly, there is nothing that would please us more than to have each one of you write a letter, telling what you think we might do to make the Golden Rod the best of all High School magazines. We will accept your criticisms because this maga- zine is for the students, of the students, and by the students. We want to know what you think. We want to read your stories, your poems, and your jokes. So pass them in, no matter what they are, and always remember, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” The Staff, K. N. A. DALLAS LORE SHARP Not long ago it was our pleasure to hear a very remarkable person give a most remarkable speech on English com- position. This person is one you have probably all heard of, for you may have read some of his works. His name is Professor Sharp. His speech was given informally and contained matter which actually set us thinking, as we are sure it did everyone present. Though it was a serious subject, his talk was well sprinkled with humor which added to, rather than detracted from, the force of his speech. He advocated writing com- position not for a mere mark, but for someone (consider that us), a group (consider that your class), a magazine (of course, the Golden Rod) or a news- paper (illustrated by the Quincy Patriot Ledger). In Professor Sharp’s classes at college, he assigned a certain number of compositions, not for himself alone, but also for publication in some newspaper or magazine. For all compositions accepted by a publisher, a grade of one hundred was placed in his books for the lucky person. With an end in view for our work, he thinks we should do better writing and be more willing to write. As to subject matter, he absolutely disagrees with anyone who believes a list of subjects should be named by our teacher for every theme. He advocates writing on your own subject and paying no attention whatever to punctuation or spelling in the first draft. Put all atten- 18 THE GOLDEN-ROD The Golden-Rod Staff tion to the writing of the subject. On the final draft, attention may be paid to punctuation and spelling. Put capitals at the end of your sentences, and periods at the beginning,” he said, “if it will give us any more of an inclination to write.” As regards giving out subjects for themes, he believes it absolutely impossi- ble. Seldom do two people have an in- clination to write on the same subject. He pointed out three of his past pupils who were present, as examples. One, he said, had an “Atlantic Monthly” mind, the second a “Dew Drop” mind, and the third, a “Film Fun” mind. Their minds, he said, were as different as the three magazines he named, and he would never expect them to write on the same subject. It was nonsense to expect them to, there- fore, they should choose their own sub- jects. The same applies to us. In writing, write on a subject we know and write as we feel toward the subject, our own reactions and ideas. In other words, just let’s be ourselves in our writing. M. C. C. THE PONY RENDEZVOUS One day I tried to get to the office at 1.30. I couldn’t! The hall was so crowded, I had to literally fight my way through. I’d have given much to have known what it was all about. The Pony must have some attraction, I thought when I was a Sophomore. Now I’m one of those, supposedly, high and mighty Seniors, and, having a sympathetic nature, I have a desire to try to explain the reason for the congested thorough- fare near the office every noon. You see, it’s this way—it’s an ideal spot for a fellow to meet his girl. It lures as do shady nooks in the summer. The statue of the Pony and Indian or the Appeal to the Great Spirit certainly draws the crowds. Every noon practically the same couples are seen together by the Pony. Perhaps they don’t realize it (probably they are too interested in each other), but, nevertheless, they do obstruct the traffic. The crowd scatters by 2.00 o’clock, and one may easily walk through THE GOLDEN-ROD 19 the corridor without fear of becoming lost. As the Indian appeals to the Great Spirit—I appeal to you—why can’t you meet your friend in some other place? If you simply must have a meeting at 1.30 why not take a walk around the school? It will do your health good, and I’m s1 re the Indian would appreciate it. The Indian just told me, confidentially, of course, that he is tired of listening to your talk, and he would appreciate it a great deal if you would have a little considera- tion for him and not be laughing and talking right under his feet all the time. I appeal to you, the Faculty appeals to you. other school members appeal to you —please, find another meeting place before it becomes necessary for the School Board to place ATo Parking signs all over the poor molested Indian. M. C. C. SAYINGS ABOUT OUR SENIORS WHO’S WHO IN THE CLASS OF FEBRUARY, 1929 Who is the most popular girl? Marjorie Cameron. Who is the most popular fellow? Thomas Cook. Who is the class baby? Fred Faulkner. Who is the class shiek? Vaino Tirri. Who is the prettiest girl? Carol Wilmore. Who is the wittiest? Herbert Sawyer. Who is the class grind? Helen Malcolm. Who is the best athlete? Lino Ponti. Who is the class flirt? Lillian Drohan. Who is the class comedian? David Lu- barsky. Who is the most popular with the ladies? Vaino Tirri. Who is the class bookworm? Helen Malcolm. Who is the most dependable? Stuart Buck. Who holds the highest position? John Denneen. Who holds the lowest position? Arthur Riihimaki. Who is the class musician? Carl Peter- son. Who is the class politician? Edith Cole. Who is the most popular with the men? Elmira Reed. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF John Denneen’s supply of chewing gum ran out? Blanche Savage, Alice Stuart, and Dorothy Weeden didn’t have their daily inspection tour around the building before school and then slide to their scats after the bell rang? Herbert Sawyer ran out of wise cracks? Kae Driscoll forgot to be absent once a week? Catherine Riley was Cecelia? Marie O’Connell talked a lot? Fred Huovinen lost that “School-girl Complexion”? Edith Cole didn’t use purple ink? Clara Serafinelli got the “boyish”? Dan Shea didn’t go with John Den- neen ? Lillian Drohan stopped talking? Inez Sjostrom was a brunette? Helen Malcolm stopped studying? “Midge” Cameron didn’t have that smile? Anna Franks got lame bringing around notices? Molly Prout was any more demure? Carl Peterson and Sylvester Gookin could not run? Bill Lundy and Beatrice Fitts lost all their musical ability? Thora Bloch lost her dog? Mary Wardley, Walter Sillen, and Minnie Smith stopped painting? Elmira Reed lost the power to ask those questions? Leighton Rogers suddenly grew am- bitious? 20 THE GOLDEN-ROD ANN BROWN THOMAS COOK Class Officers STUART BUCK MARY PROUT THE GOLDEN-ROD 21 Class Census Name Aho, Irma Barnaby, Helen Bennett. George Bianchi, Pearl Blake, Hilda Bloch, Thora Boynton, Eleanor Brown, Ann Brown, Mae Browne, Priscilla Bryant. Alvin Buck, Stuart Burke, John Cameron, Marjorie Capobianco. Florence Cashman, Henry Chiminello. Domcnic Churchill, Virginia Cobb, Dorothy Coffman, Doris Cole, Edith Cook, Thomas Crosta, Theresa Curran, Elizabeth Deacon, Howard Denneen, John Douglass, Lloyd Driscoll, Kathryn Drohan, Lillian Edgar, Mildred Eovacious, Thomas Faulkner, Fred Fitts. Beatrice Franks, Anna Fraser, Barbara Fredette. Ena Gclas, Marius Gelotte, Oscar Gillis, Anna Goldstein. Sam Gnnkin, Sylvester Grenquist, Earle Guilmartin, Ruth Hammond, Richard Hill, Frederick Hodgdon, Wilbur Holland, Gordon Huovinen, Fred Hutcheson. George Johnson, Violet Kelcourse, Warren Kimball. Marion Koski, Aili Kurtzman, Sadie Lister, Edna I-oud, Betty Lubarsky. David Lundy, William Famous for Her Flivver Gentlemen prefer” Baseball Her jewels Lewis Her dog Chewing gum Miss Zeller (!) Doing her history Raymond “Silence is golden” Detective tendencies Those pictures Editorials Eva Violin His brains Silence Miss Zeller Flirting Crushes His grin Her smile Being late Women Fireman I lomcwork Her hair Complexion Herself “Our Club” Pool and Bowling History Notes The sixth period English compositions Talking Lunches Absence and being late Absence Pierce Arrows Track Skipping school History class sketches Duck hunting Women Lobsters Joke editor Silence Chin music Library His silence Herself 6-year course Kindness Natural curls Soft voice His jokes Wise cracks Hobby Baking History Baseball Clothes Lewis Carrying it around Gum Dancing Studying Raymond Women Studying Smiling Shadow Hazel Eva Being Mr. Cutler's secretary Math. Getting away with it Miss Zeller Talking with boys “Miriam” and “Cora” Making a hit with the ladies Smiling Regent theatre Causing heart aches Fires Football Mr. Millard Cosmetics Miss Giles History Tigers Miss Wheeler Nursing Giggling Talking Massacres Doing homework(?) I wonder Junk History No School Sketching us Hockey Big deeds PETE Swimming Matching pennies Miss Coulman Boxing Felix Dancing Kindness Loring Violin Sports reporter Bicycle riding Fit for Hiking champ Great Hill Yankees Normal School Lewis Animal trainer Wrigley’s The stage A teacher Raymond Southern gentleman Harvard Marathon runner 'Hie movies Efficiency expert The stage M. I. T. Demure stenographer Teacher Soda fountain girl City Hall Arrow collar model Pepsodcnt model She won’t tell us! Nothing special Fire Chief Frig, teacher His secretary Woolworth’s Miss Gilc’s secretary Clubman Quincy Point School marm Town crier Acting Talking First National Elevator man I still wonder Grease monkey School master Nothing much Drawing teacher Provision supplier Ice man Pete’s valet Life guard Floor walker Pop corn salesman Salvation Army lass Second Tunney A Felix Follower Manicurist Teacher Loring Symphony Orchestra 2nd Percy Circus performer 22 THE GOLDEN-ROD Name McGirr, John McLaughlin, Louise McPherson, Ruth Magrini, Elba Malcolm, Helen Mallett, Francis Mallett, Leo Marden, Eleanor Mattson, Vivian Medtos. Kathleen Mitchell, Jean Montuori, Victoria Morse, Frank Murchison, Muriel Nelson, Bertha Nelson, George Nelson, Hazel Noble, Bernice O'Connell, Marie Odom, Jennie .Olive, Esther Olson, Leslie Parker, Alice Peterson, Carl Peterson, Wilfred Ponti, Lino Pratt, Ella Pratt, Lora Pyyny, Catherine Quinn, Margaret Ramsay, Hazel Raymond. Frances Reed, Elmira Riihimaki, Arthur Riley, Catherine Riley, Cecelia Rizzi, Harold Rogers, Leighton Roklund, Ina Roscnquist, Lilly Rountree, Virginia Ruscitto, Eva Savage, Blanche Sawyer, Herbert Seppala, William Serafinelli, Clara Shea, Daniel Shea, Mary Prout, Mary Sillcn, Walter Stevens, Elvira Stuart, Alice Sjostrom, Inez Smith, Minnie Tirri, Vaino Wagner, Vera Walsh, Francis Wardley, Mary Weedcn, Dorothy Wilmore, Carol Wuori, Irja Famous for Football Lack of voice Her foresight Bowling Cafeteria studying That blush! Bashfulncss Sweet smile Silence Fiddle Wee voice Silence Being bashful I Ier good looks Pep I hose themes! Nothing much Being quiet Baby ways Curly hair That car! Fishing Not reciting Track That orange shirt! Football Her neatness Commercial course Dependability History Midgic’s shadow Somebody” in Malta Those wooden heels! Latin Being Cecelia Being Catherine bashfulness Loafing I Ier nice hair I Ier nice shoes Her travels Typing Her efficiency That slicker Bottles of milk Her tiny feet His grin Wrigley’s Inc. Her giggle Being a good scout Special topics in history Her permanent Being quiet Listening Class Shick Efficiency Chev.” Her drawings Being quiet Smiling Hobby Classy socks Studying Quietness Bowling Doing Latin Blushing Selling ladies’ shoes Him! Being on time Orchestra Rainbow Shorthand Football Looking pretty Athletics Writing themes Chorus Modest Being quiet Can’t guess Him! Fishing Being quiet Studying Driving Football Laughing Commercial subjects Vagabonds History T Wharf Tearoom Having a good time Drawing Helping Latin students Getting mixed up with her sister Ditto Doing nothing Getting by! Looking nice Dancing Reading Florence Working Reading the Boston Advertiser Pooling Playing the piano Laughing Skating Grinning Committees Reciting The male sex Looking nice Thinking Women Riding in the street cars Teenie Art Civil Service Swimming Studying? Fit for Orator Companion to somebody Teacher Saleslady Lady governor Bus driver A henpecked “hubby” Him! Teacher Orchestra leader A very high office Secretary All American star Take Clara Bow’s place Gym teacher Office boy Song leader For him! For somebody nice Loving wife For him! Fisherman Somebody nice Professor National guard All-star eleven Something nice Stenographer Landscape gardener Apollo! Running a Bohemian Tearoom Children’s librarian Chorus girl Translator What she wants to be A first lady 2nd Prince of Wales Dog Catcher A mannikin Stenographer IIairdrcsscr Sewing teacher (?) Secretary Cowboy 2nd pool shark Concert pianist Taxi driver Olympic star Someone with a sense of humor Minister An actress A chorus girl A city position Lady radio announcer Aviator A conductor’s wife The movies Artist A fine position Channel swimmer Critic THE GOLDEN-ROD 23 A ho, Irma Basketball, F.’29 girls. “Why, then, do you walk as if you had swal- lowed a ramrod?” Barnaby, Helen, Commercial Big Sister Club, J.’28; Tennis, J.’28; Tag Agent. J.’28. The all-in-all in life—content.” Bennett, George, Technical Baseball, � 25-76; Captain of Baseball, ’27; Nominating Committee; Usher. “Casey at the bat.” Bianchi, Pearl, Normal “Peb” Orchestra; Spanish Club. “Jewels, orators of Love.” Blake, Hilda, Commercial “Hi! Spanish Club; Lunch Room Marshall; English Club; Big Sister Club (Secretary). “Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it.” Bloch, Thora, Normal “Teddy” Glee Club. ’26-’27-’28; Operetta. ’28; English Club, ’27; Hallowe’en Dance Committee. “lie was such a clear little cocktailcd pup.” Boynton, Eleanor, Commercial “I hate definitions.” Brown, Ann, Commercial Class Secretary; Hallowe’en Dance Committee; Spanish Club; Tennis Club. “She may be little, but, oh, my!” Brown, Mae, Commercial “Maisy,” “Pat” Thalia Club. ’27-’28; Treasurer of Thalia Club, ’27-’28; Outdoor Committee—Thalia- Club ’28; Big Sister Club, ’27. “We talk little when vanity docs not make us talk.” Browne, Priscilla, Commercial “Pris” Big Sister Club, ’27; Spanish Club, ’27-’28. “Too late, too late. Ye cannot enter now.” Bryant, Alvin, Technical “Buster” “Great souls suffer in silence.” Buck, Stuart, College “Stcwie” Band, ’26-’27-’28; Glee Club, ’25-’26-’27-’2S: Operetta, ’28; Track, ’28; Debating Club, ’27-’28 (Vice-President, ’28); Senior Dram- atics, ’28; Traffic squad, ’25-’26-’27-’28, Presi- dent of Class. “In other respects, the best fellow in the world.” Burke, John, College Track, ’27-’28; Cross Country, ’27-’28; Hal- lowe’en Dance Committee; Photograph Com- mittee; Gamma Sigma. On with the dance! Let joy be unconfin’d.” Cameron, Marjorie, Normal “Midge” Chairman of Class Pin Committee; Vice-Presi- dent Thalia Club, ’27-’28; President Thalia Club, ’28; Class Day Committee; Editor-in- Chief of the Golden Rod; Golden Rod As- sembly Committee. “'Hie very flower of youth.” Capobianco, Florence, Commercial “Flossie” “Our thoughts and our conduct arc our own.” Cashman, Henry, Technical “Cassins” Orchestra; Senior Dramatics; Golden Rod As- sembly. “Let no one enter who is not a geometer.” Chiminello, Domenic, Technical “Dimnoux” Traffic Officer; Radio Club; Financial Com- mittee of Hallowe’en Dance. “He stood a spell on one foot just, then stood a spell on t’other; and on which one he felt the worst, he couldn’t ha’ told you nuther.” Churchill, Virginia, Commercial “Ginnie” Tennis, ’27-’28; Basketball, ’27; Tag Agent, ’27; Big Sister Club, ’27, “Still waters run deep.” 24 THE GOLDEN-ROD Cobb, Dorothy, Commercial “Dot” Big Sister Club, ’27-’28; Spanish Club, ’27-’28. “It matters not how long you live but how well.” Coffman, Doris, Normal “Dot” English Club, ’27; Big Sister Club, ’27; Spanish Club, ’27. “I hasten to laugh at everything, for fear of being obliged to weep.” Cole, Edith, Commercial “Edie” Thalia Club, ’27-’28; English Club, ’26-’27-’28; Spanish Club, ’27-’28; Big Sister Club, ’26-’27-’28; Class Day Committee; Golden Rod Assembly Committee, ’28; Thalia Club Pageant, ’28; Class Day Committee. “Young woman! Mitch not thy wagon to a theatre star.” Cook, Thomas, College “Tom,” “Cookie” Athletic Council; Treasurer, F.’29; Hi-Y; Gol- den Rod Staff; Gama Sigma; Class Day Play. “The ladies call him sweet; the stars as he treads on them, kiss his feet.” Crosta, Theresa, Normal “Tie” Tennis. ’27; Spanish Club, ’28; Big Sister Club, ’27-’28. “Each mind has its own methods.” Curran, Elizabeth, Normal “Bettie” Big Sister Club, ’26; Spanish Club, ’27. “Her statue tall; I hate a dumpy woman.” Deacon, Howard, College “Deak” “Hold the fort! I am coming!” Denneen, John, Commercial “Jack” “They made light of it.” Douglas, Lloyd, Technical “Doug” Track, ’27-’28: Football, ’27-’28; Tennis, ’26-’27; Hockey, ’25-’26-’27; Hallowe’en Decorating Committee. “And evermore he said, ‘Tomorrow’.” Driscoll, Kathryn, Commercial “Kae” English Club. ’27-’28; Big Sister Club, ’26-’27-’28; Spanish Club, ’27-’28; Orchestra, ’26-’27; Lunch Room Marshall, ’27; “Vaga- bonds.” “Good nature is an asset.” Drohan, Lillian, College “Red,” “Lil” Tag Girl. ’26-’27; Traffic, ’28; Orchestra, ’26-27; Vagabond Club; Tennis, ’27: Big Sister Club. “All will come out in the washing.” Edgar, Mildred, Commercial “Milly,” “Mil” Thalia Club, ’27-’28; Big Sister Club, ’26-’27. “Look you, I am the most concerned in my own interests.” Eovacious, Thomas, College “Tom” Class Day Play. “Why study history—I make it.” Faulkner, Fred, College “Fred” Debating Club, ’26-’27-’28; Treasurer of Debat- ing Club; Traffic Officer; Gamma Sigma; Class Day Play. “Good orators when they are out of words, will spit.” Fitts, Beatrice, Normal “Bea” Q. B. Club. ’28; Thalia Club, ’27-’28; Glee Club, ’26-’27-’28; Orchestra, ’27-’28; Big Sister Club, ’27; Refreshment Committee for Hal- lowe’en Dance; Chairman Class Song Com- mittee. “Above the pitch, out of tune and off the hinges.” Franks, Anna, Normal “Anna” Science Club, ’27; Hockey, ’28. “And seem to walk on wings and tread in air.” Fraser, Barbara, Normal “Plain dealing is the best when all is done.” Fredette, Ena, College Big Sister Club, ’27; English Club, ’27; Secre- tary of Q. B. Club, ’27; President of Q. B. Club, ’28; Thalia Club; Vagabonds, ’27-’28; Class Day Play. “With vollies of eternal babble.” Gelas, Marius, Technical “Chubby,” “Mai,” “Marcus” Traffic, ’26-’27-’28. “I eat, I eat, I swear.” Gelotte, Oscar, College “Razor-blade” “Here's a body—there’s a bed There’s a pillow—here’s a head.” Gillis, Anna, Commercial Big Sister Club; Hiking Club; Secretary of Spanish Club. “Never a trouble, never a frown.” Goldstein, Sam, Technical “Goldie” Track Manager, ’27: Radio Club. “I know’d what ’nd come o’ this here mode o’ doin’ business. Oh. Sammy, Sammy, vy worn’t there a alleybi.” Gookin, Sylvester, Technical “Syl” Track, ’27; Cross country, ’27-’28; Track, ’28. “I’ll run as far as God has any ground.” Grenquist, Earle, Technical “Greny” Traffic, ’27; Usher, J.’ 28; Radio Club, ’28; Re- freshment Committee of Hallowe’en Dance; Senior Reception Committee; Class Day Play. “Don’t cry over spilt milk.” THE GOLDEN-ROD 25 Guilmartin, Ruth, Normal Q. B. Club; English Club, ’27; Field Hockey; Big Sister Club, ’26. “Thy modesty’s a candle to thy merit.” Hammond, Richard, Technical “Dick” Hockey, ’27; Hi-Y, ’28. “A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.” Hill, Frederick, Technical “Venus” “The driving is like unto the driving of Jehu, the son of Nimshi, for he driveth furiously.” «©V U « At StWVOn- «©v� Sorr 0 0«, Hodgdon, Wilbur, Technical “Hogen” School Orchestra. “He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.” Holland, Gordon, Technical “Dutchy” Traffic, ’27-’28; Joke Editor of Golden Rod; Class Play Committee; Class Day Play. “Such stuff the world is made of.” Huovinen, Fred, Commercial “The butcher in his killing clothes.” Hutchison, Georce, Technical “Hutch” Traffic, ’26; Hi-Y, ’27-’28; Literary Editor of Golden Rod; Hallowe’en Dance Committee; Senior Reception Committee; Radio Club. “Give us enough but with a sparing hand.” Johnson, Violet, College “Vi” Spring Concert; Thalia Club; English Club; Golden Rod; Nominating Committee; Con- cert Reception Committee; Library Staff; Class Day Play, Vagabonds. “All the world knows me in my book, and my book in me.” Kelcourse, Warren, College “Speech is great, but silence is greater.” Kimball, Marion, Commercial “Donty” “Angels are bright still though the brightest fell.” Koski, Aili, Household Arts Basketball; Lunch Counter. “Jack shall pipe and Jill shall dance.” Kurtzman, Sadie, Normal Big Sister Club, ’27-’28. “I would help others out of fellow-feeling.” Lister, Edna, Commercial “It is not good that the man be alone.” Loud, Betty, Normal “Betty” Orchestra, ’26-’27-’28. “Sweeter also than honey and the honey comb.” Lubarsky, David, Commercial “Dave” Baseball, ’27-’28; Class Basketball, ’28. “If what must be given is given willingly, the kindness is doubled.” Lundy, William, Technical “Bill” Athletic Council, ’27-’28; Band, ’26-’27-’28; Glee Club. ’26; Traffic, ’27-’28; Spring Con- cert, ’26-’27; Usher, ’26-’27-’28; Senior Dra- matics: Class Day Committee; Golden Rod Assembly. “Let the devil never find thee unemployed.” McGirr, John, Technical “Jack” Football. “Here I stand; I can do no otherwise. God, help me. Amen!” McLaughlin, Louise, Normal Orchestra, ’26-’27-’28; Lunchroom Marshall. “Soft her voice was ever.” McPherson, Ruth, Normal Big Sister Club; Q. B. “Speak gently! Tis a little thing.” Magrini, Elba, Commercial “I sec no objection to stoutness—in modera- tion.” Malcolm, Helen, College Preparatory Golden Rod Agent; English Club; Big Sister Club; Vagabonds; Thalia Club; Tennis, ’27-78; Chairman of Senior Reception Com- mittee; Class Day Play. “Bell, book, and candle.” Mallett, Francis, Commercial “Franny” “The man that blushes is not quite a brute.” 26 THE GOLDEN-ROD Mallett, Leo, Commercial “I’ll speak to thee in silence.” Marden, Eleanor, Normal Lunchroom Marshall, ’27; Field Hockey, ’28; Basketball, ’28. “Let us fly and save our bacon.” Mattson, Vivian, Commercial “Viv” Traffic, ’27-’28; Spanish Club (Treasurer), ’27-’28. “Make a noise quietly.” Medros, Kathleen, Commercial “Kay” Orchestra. 26-’27-[28. “Music is the universal language of mankind.” Mitchell, Jean, Normal Big Sister Club; Basketball, !27-’28; Hockey, ’28; Golden Rod Assembly; Tag Agent; Class Song Committee; Lunchroom Marshall. “There is no fettering of authority.” Montuori, Victoria, Commercial “Vie’ “Patience is a virtue.” Morse, Frank, Commercial Hi-Y Club, ’28; Football, ’26-’27-’28; Hockey, ’27; Track, ’26. “Speak to him, ladies, see if you can move him.” Murchison, Muriel, Commercial “To do my best and play my part.” Nelson, Bertha, College “Bert” Big Sister Club; Baseball; Hockey; Vagabonds; Basketball; Class Day Play. “Play up, play up, and play the game.” Nelson, George, College Preparatory Course Gamma Sigma Fraternity; Debating Club; Re- ception Committee; Class Will Committee; Chairman Hallowe’en Dance, ’28; Chairman Class Day Play. “The pen is the tongue of the mind.” Nelsen, Hazel, Commercial Big Sister Club; Tennis Club. Time is the image of eternity.” Noble, Bernice, Commercial “Bernie” Big Sister Club. “So very kind, yet silent.” O’Connell, Marie, Commercial “Re” Big Sister Club. “Good things come in small packages.” Odom, Jennie, Commercial Big Sister Club. “A rosy maiden’s check.” Olive, Esther, Normal Lunchroom Marshall, ’27; Field Hockey, ’28; Basketball, ’28. “A small, still voice.” Olson, Leslie, Manual Arts Band; Orchestra. “Go west! Young man! Go west.” Parker, Alice, Normal “Al” Spring Concert, ’26; Lunchroom Marshall, ’27; Field Hockey, ’28. “Let’s leave her to her silent walks.” Peterson, Carl, Technical “Pete” Band, ’26-’27-’28; Orchestra, ’26-’27-’28; Track, ’27-’28: Class Song Committee; Usher, ’27-’28; Class Day Play. “ Politics fill me with doubt and dizziness.” Peterson, Wilfred “Pete” Track, ’26-’27; Football, ’28. “Any color so long as it is orange.” Ponti, Lino, Technical “Sonny” Football, ’28. “His limbs were cast in manly mould For hardy sports or contest bold.” Pratt, Ella, College Orchestra, ’26-’27-’28. “Neat, not gaudy.” Pratt, Lora, Commercial “There is no satiety in study.” THE GOLDEN-ROD 27 Pyyny, Catherine “Kae” Big Sister Club; News Writer; Spanish Club: Tennis; Basketball; Field Hockey; Vagabonds' Hiking and Rifle Club. “Clod is with those who persevere.” Quinn, Margaret, Normal “Peg” Glee Club: Spring Concert; English Club (News- writer) Big Sister Club; Lunchroom Mar- shal. O, who can cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast. Ramsay, Hazel, Normal “Bunny” Glee Club; English Club; Big Sister Club; Mar- shal; Tag Seller; Golden Rod Assembly Com- mittee; Class Day Committee. “Well, if I don’t succeed—I have succeeded and that’s enough!” Raymond, Frances, Normal “Fran” Spring Concert; English Club; Lunchroom Mar- shal; Golden Rod Assembly Committee; Ex- change Editor of Golden Rod; Class Day Committee; Class Day Play. ‘‘Happy am I, from care I’m free. Why aren’t they all content like me?” Reed, Elmira, Commercial “El” Cheer Leader, ’28-’29; Pin Committee; Chair- man Photograph Committee; English Club, '28; Hallowe’en Dance Committee, ’28. “There are not many more like me.” Riihimaki, Arthur, College “It is very small for its age.” Riley, Katherine, Commercial “She has a good face, speaks well, and has ex- cellent good clothes.” Riley, Cecelia, Commercial “Better late than never.” Rizzi, Harold, College “Baker” ”0, we’re a ’noddin'. nid, nid, noddin’, 0, we’re a ’noddin’ at our house at home.” Rogers, Leighton, Commercial “Purd” Football, ’27-’28. “He has hay on his horus. Roklund, In a, Commercial “Blondy” Spring Concert. ’27; Big Sister Club, ’26. “Girl graduates and golden hair.” Rosenquist, Lilly, Commercial “Blondy” Spring Concert, ’27; Big Sister Club, ’26. “I do not set my life at a pin’s fee.” Rountree, Virginia, Commercial “Ginny” Golden Rod Agent. “Den I wish 1 was in Dixie.” Ruscitto, Eva, Commercial They froze into silence.” Savage, Blanche, Commercial Big Sister Club, ’27; Nominating Committee; Class History Committee; Candy Girl. What sweet delight a quiet life affords.” Sawyer, Herbert, Normal Arts “Bert,” “Abie” Tennis; Hockey. “He was as fresh as is the month of May.” Seppala, William, College “Bill” “And when a lady’s in the case, You know all other things give place.” Seraitnelli, Clara, Normal English Club Committee, ’27; English Play (Silas Marner), ’27; Music Committee, ’25; English Typing Committee, ’27; English Debat- ing Committee, ’26; Music Contest. ’26. “Music is well said to be the speech of angels.” Shea, Daniel. Commercial “Dan” Nominating Committee; Traffic. “Cheerful whenever you meet him.” Shea, Mary, Commercial “May” Big Sister Club. “O’er the ice the rapid skater flies.” 28 THE GOLDEN-ROD Prout, Mary, College “Mollie” Vicc-Prcsidcnt of Class; Class Will Committee; Tennis, ’27-’28; Vagabonds’ Hiking and Rifle Club; Class Day Play. “Come and trip it as you go, on the light fan- tastic toe.” Sillen, Walter, College “Huskey” English Club; Spring Club; Hallowe’en Dance: Usher. “He was so generally civil that nobody thanked him for it.” Sjostrom, Inez, Normal Thalia Club; Hockey, ’28; Basketball, ’28; Mar- shal. ’27. “And life is worth the living for the friends we know are true.” Smith, Minnie, Commercial “Oh Min” English Club, ’27; Big Sister Club, ’27. “Style is the dress of thoughts.” Stevens, Elvira, Commercial “Al” Big Sister Club, ’27; Marshal, ’27. “She be sweet, saucy, and pert.” Stuart, Alice, Commercial “Al” Orchestra, ’27; Big Sister Club, ’27; Tennis, ’27-’28. “Gentleness succeeds better than violence.” Tirri, Vaino, Technical Cross-Country Manager. ’27; Assistant Track Manager, ’27; Captain Soccer Team, ’28; Photograph Committee: Hallowe’en Dance Decorating Committee, ’28. “Let men say what they will, women, women rule them still.” Wagner, Vera, Commercial “Zoopie” Big Sister Club, ’27; Spanish Club, ’28. “Let me but do my work day by day.” Walsh, Francis, College “Biscuits” Orchestra. ’27-’28: Hockey, ’27-’28; Usher; Spring Concert, ’27. “History repeats itself.” Wardley, Mary, Normal “Mae” Big Sister Club. ’27: Golden Rod Staff, ’28: Orchestra. ’26-’27-’28. “Art still has truth; take refuge there.” Weeden, Dorothy, Commercial “Dot” Tennis Club, ’27- 28: English Club. ’26-’27-’28; Big Sister Club, ’27; Thalia Club, ’27-’28; Candy Girl; Chairman Class Day Committee; Golden Rod Agent, ’27; Thalia Club Pageant, ’28; Dramatics (Blood Will Tell); News Writing. “Sensibility is the power of woman.” Wilmore, Carol, Commercial Ticket Agent, ’25-’26-’27; Photograph Com- mittee; Decorating Committee; Hallowe’en Dance, ’27-’28. “A pretty woman is a welcome guest.” Wuori, Irja, Commercial Tennis, ’27. “What thou art we know not.” Class Song' I. Now at the gate of Life we stand With hearts of high endeavor, Dear Alma Mater, true to us, Be thou our guide forever. With high resolve we’ll follow truth Where ’ere our pathways lie. And ever more we’ll gladly sing Our praise of Quincy High. II. We hold thy standards high and great, We love thy name and story; And in our hearts a vision burns, Enkindled by thy glory. Our Alma Mater, brave and true, With endless loyalty, And grateful tribute here we raise Our voices high to thee. Chorus Then let us all together join In praises glad and true. Dear Quincy High, our song wc sing, We love and honor you. By Words by Edith L. Cole. •Music by Frances Raymond. •The Staff regrets that the music for the Class Song was not ready for publication when the magazine went to print. i atbarw OT-ttalsU 30 THE GOLDEN-ROD Class of 1918 Arthur T. Caruso is a certified account- ant at the Tiani-Scouell, Wellington Co. Class of 1920 James Bartlett has received a traveling fellowship and is studying in Germany. Mabyn Standish, who was recently married, is now teaching school in New York. Louis Goldberg is employed as an upholsterer in New York. Class of 1921 Helen Donovan has married a teacher at Harvard University and is making her home in Cambridge. Doris Pendle married Fred Warming- ton. Floyd MacDonald is employed in Cleveland by Swift and Co. Class of June, 1922 Caroline Field was recently married to Roy Chapman. Class of June. 1923 Daniel Ford is manager of the Used Car Department of the Boston Herald- Traveler. Robert Cunningham has re-entered M. I. T. to take up Chemical Engineer- ing. Catherine Bennett is a stenographer at the Atlantic Motor Co. Marjory Payson has married Robert Nordblorn and is making her home in Wollaston. Class of June, 1924 James Cunningham has accepted a po- sition as chemist with the United Fruit Co., and is now at Banes, Cuba, on a sugar plantation. Katherine McCoy is a senior at Posse Xissen Physical School. Alice Goodhue is teaching music at the South Junior High School. Henry Deschenes is an electrical engi- neer for the Granite City Artificial Ice Co. Ray Stenberg is attending Harvard College. James Browne is caddy master at the Fox Hall Country Club, Pittston, Penn- sylvania. Class of February, 1925 Frederick Sprowl is a teller at the Quincy Savings Bank and is attending the American Institute of Banking eve- nings. Mollie Silverman is a bookkeeper for Cornway and Co., Boston. Jake Stoler is employed at the Granite Motor Co. Class of June, 1925 Gertrude Savage is now attending Bridgewater Normal School. George Whittum is a senior at North- eastern University. Vera Persion is attending the College of Liberal Arts at Boston University. Harold Hubbard and John HafTerty are attending Boston University. Dorothy Simson has been offered a scholarship at the Designers Art School, Boston. THE GOLDEN-ROD 31 Abraham Kurtis is pursuing law at the Suffolk Law School. Arthur Christie made his letter for being on the Varsity football team of Edinboro State Normal School of Penn- sylvania and succeeded in making the first Basketball team. Merritt Libby is working at the Pneu- matic Scales Corp. and studies at Boston University nights. Class of February, 1926 Edith Carnie is working for Edward B. Smith Co., Investors, Bankers and Brokers, Boston. Colon Sherman and Dorothy Schofield are employed at the John Hancock Life Insurance Co. Robert Manning' attends the Suffolk Law School. Dorothy Saunders is a Junior at Bos- ton University, College of Liberal Arts. Eleanor Duley is attending Wheaton College. Class of June, 1926 Clarence Mattson is working at McGil- vray’s Drug Store. Mary Coughlin, a graduate of Burdett Business College, where she received a gold medal award for typewriting, is now employed by the Whitney Brothers Wholesale Paper House as a stenogra- pher. Emily Grant is a stenographer at the Pneumatic Scale Co. Margery Olive, who is a dental hy- genist, has graduated from Forsyth Dental School. Clifford Gustafson is attending Boston University Art School. “Jerry” Smyth is on the first freshman track team at Tufts College. Ruth Field has married Howard Phillips. Howard Rogers is employed by the City as a surveyor. James Reynolds is attending the University of New Hampshire. Rose Barnett is a stenographer in the Department of Justice in Washington. D. C. Ruth Debes and Gladys Foley are working for the John Hancock Life Insurance Co. Robert Browne is a junior at the Suffolk Law School. Class of February, 1927 Hazel La Borte is now Mrs. Robert Cunningham. Beatrice Anderson is a sophomore at Boston University. Mary Rusconi and Dorothy Morrison are employed by the John Hancock Life Insurance Co. George LcCain is attending Tufts College, where he is a substitute on the football team. Anna Echburg is a statistician at the Boston Insurance Co. Beatrice Farrell is forelady at the Lady Pcpperell Mills. Elsie Haloren is attending North Adams Normal School. George Crocker is attending Northeast- ern University. Marion MacBurnie and Rose Kurtis are employed as stenographers by the General Motors Corp. Grace Kiesweter is secretary to the Vice-President of the Quincy Savings Bank. Ellen Huovinen is employed at the Atlantic Works, East Boston. Arvo Wegellius goes to Northeastern University. Sylvia Carlson is a senior at Bridge- water Normal School. Class of June, 1927 Russell Hoch is attending M. I. T. Colin Marr goes to Northeastern University. Joyce Butter worth is now with the Quincy Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Harold Holmquist is a freshman at Northeastern University. 32 THE GOUDEN-ROD Earle Ayres is now at the Boston Office of the American Rolling Mill Co. Marion Black has graduated from Chandler’s Secretarial School, and is now working as a stenographer at Boyt and Church Insurance Co. Marion Swartz is a typist at the American Hide and Leather Mercantile Co. Stanley Tirrell is employed at the Associated Factory Mutual Fire Insur- ance Co. He is attending Evening School at Xortheastern University. Isadore Smith and Velma Foley are employed by the John Hancock Life In- surance Co. Isabella Smith is working in Call’s Drug Store, Atlantic. Winifred Ham is attending Bryant and Stratton Commercial School. Margaret Morris goes to Salem Normal School. Rose Turnquist is a stenographer for Mayor MacGrath. Nclford Platner goes to Milton Acad- emy. William O’Bryne attends Norwich Uni- versity at Northfield, Vermont. Class of February, 1928 Eino Waisenan is working in a bond office in Boston. John McGinty is a freshman at Mass. College of Osteopathy. Anselmo Leone is attending evening school at Franklin Union. Alan Smith is a student at the Den- nison Airport. Wilner Wyman is a sophomore at Northeastern University. Marie Hackett is employed by the Citizen’s Gas Light Co., Quincy. Ruth Pelto is assisting Lawyer Ander- son of this city. John Bartlett is employed by an Air- plane Factory in Denver, Colorado. Gladys Smith is at home, recuperating from an operation for appendicitis. Lorna MacBcth and Clara Drew are going to Burdett College. Ethel Foster works in the John Han- cock Life Insurance Co. Ruth Corbin goes to Miss Pierce’s Secretarial School, Boston. Arthur Chapman is employed by the New England Transportation Co. Class of June, 1928 Robert Wood and Joe Reardon are freshmen at Purdue University, Indiana. Ralph Christenson is now at North- eastern University. Florence Tatro, Florence Hagopian, and Mary Balentine, who was elected secretary of her class, are going to Bur- dett College. QUINCY, MASS. THE GOLDEN-ROD 33 THALIA CLUB The new officers of the Thalia Club are: President—Marjorie Cameron. Vice-President—Merricl Kimball. Secretary—Barbara Chandler. Treasurer—Gladys DcLucca. The girls chosen for the Dramatic Committee are: Lillian Pearse (Chair- man), Mary Reardon, and Grace Luce. The Literary Committee is composed of: Betty Evans (Chairman), Helen Mal- colm, and Sylvia Locke. The Outdoor Committee includes: Emily Dixon (Chairman), Mae Brown, Mary Lindh, and Marjorie Hill. CHRISTMAS PARTY On Thursday, December 20, the Thalia Club held its annual Christmas Party in the high school library. At 7.30, mem- bers and alumnae began to arrive, also alumni of the Debating Society. The gathering was called to order by Marjorie Cameron at 8.00 o’clock, and a short program followed; piano solo by Mary Macarthy, a violin solo by Dorothy Somers, another piano solo by Miriam Nisula, a violin selection by Mary Reardon and two readings, by Lillian Pearse and Betty Evans. Mr. Collins spoke a few words, welcoming the guests, who were then called upon to speak of their experiences in the different colleges which they are now attending or have attended, or of what they were now doing. Refreshments were served under the direction of Miss Josephine Baker. BIG SISTER CLUB The Big Sister Club gladdened the hearts of seventeen little poor children when a Christmas party was given to them in the High School gymnasium Friday afternoon, December 21. Games were played and refreshments served. Margaret Kearns acted as Santa Claus, distributing toys and sweaters given by the club members to each child. The committees were: Refreshments—Efiie Ilouvernon. Decorating—Dorothy Barr, Edith Donde, Edith Hayden. Entertainment—Edla Carlson, Helen Cutler, Marie Johnson, Dorothy Allan, Janice VVhit- chcr, Helen Wilson. Sweaters—Rose Barnette, Gladys Dc Luca. Charge of Children—Florence Deportalis, Helen Ordway. DEBATING SOCIETY On Thursday, December 13, the Debat- ing Society debated the question, Re- solved: That the Ku Klux Clan should be condemned by all Americans. The speakers for the affirmative were: Stuart Buck, Captain; Charles Baker, and 34 THE GOLDEN-ROD Ernest MacDonald, rebuttalist. Those for the negative were: Fred Faulkner, Captain; Donald Fairfield, rebuttalist, and George Nelson. The affirmative won with Ernest MacDonald judged the best speaker. At present there is a pin committee which hopes to be able to give a report soon. ARMISTICE DAY PROGRAM This year for the first time there was an especial Armistice Day Program. As the students entered the hall the band played a selection. The assembly opened with a few re- marks by Principal Ernest L. Collins, and another selection by the band was fol- lowed by the salute of the flag and the singing of America. The Armistice Day Proclamation of Governor Alvan T. Fuller was then read by William Lord. Directly after that Mr. Collins introduced Dr. Reardon, who has seen service in France, and who gave us a splendid talk on his work over there and on the meaning of Armistice Day. Under the direction of Miss Maude Howes, the assembly sang two war-time songs: There's a Long, Long Trail, and Pack up Your Troubles. At the close of a few minutes’ silent prayer, a bugle, played by Walter Smith, sounded taps. The assembly closed with the singing of The Star-Spangled Banner. MISS SLATTERY SPEAKS With the 1,500 seats of the Assembly Hall more than half filled with a group of enthusiastic girls Wednesday afternoon, November 14, Miss Margaret Slattery, author and lecturer, gave her message to youth in the form of an address, Leaving An Outgrown Shell. She said in part that youth is a glorious thing, that it owns the world and the things in it, but that unless the soul is bigger than the things it possesses, life is a failure. She told how China, Turkey, and other Oriental countries have left their outgrown shells, and learned to live like the more cultured countries. In closing, she quoted John Oxenham’s beautiful and expressive poem, Two U ays. After her address, the girls were introduced to Miss Slattery, and ex- pressed their thanks for her message to them. The Big Sister and Thalia Clubs occu- pied special seats, and were represented on the platform by their officers. Principal Ernest L. Collins offered his thanks to Miss Slattery for giving the girls the privilege of hearing her speak. FOOTBALL RALLY A football rally was held in the As- sembly Hall, Friday, November 23, for the purpose of officially introducing the football players, and also to show the team that they were being backed for the Brockton game. The pupils filed into the hall to the strains of a rousing march by the band. The school song was sung, and cheers were given, led by Grace Kappler, Janice Whitcher. Kenneth Melville, and Bill Hanna. Coach MacDonald introduced the foot- ball players, and as each one appeared on the platform, he was given a cheer. Mr. Sturgis Hunt, of the school com- mittee, addressed the student body, urg- ing them to believe in their team, and help fight their way to victory. The assembly ended with a selection by the band. CHRISTMAS PARTY The presentation of Yuletide Revels in Mcrri: England in the Fifteenth Century Friday morning, December 21, in the Assembly Hall by the High School stud- ents, under the direction of Miss Dorothy M. Ficldscnd, proved a unique and pleasing entertainment for an audience unaccustomed to English ways of cele- brating Christmas. Before the perform- ance, Miss Fieldsend gave the theme of the play, and told briefly about the English Christmas festivities. THE GOLDEN-ROD 35 The characters Lord of the Manor.... Lady of the Manor- Children— Grandmother---- Nurse__________ Jcstcr_ in the play were: _J. Pinkham Lord of Misrule.. Guests.---------- Pages. ___________E. Donde ( E. Pebler ---------( M. Geiger __________M. Kearns _________C. Philipps _________J. Westcott .........H. Pimentel G. Flavin V. White II. Malmstrom A. Carrera K. Ayres R. Cook F. O’Regan S. Elliott __( A. Murphy ( R. Murphy Mumming Play Leader.------------------------ St. George..................... Turkish Knight.................. Doctor------------------------- Barefoot Girl------------------ Carollers.-------------------- ------H. Liggatt ______-E. Calvin ______W. Lundy _____E. Bolhkcn _____M. Cannon E. Johnson G. Cunningham B. Fitts W. Freeman S. Johnson N. Gauld Mr. Wilson, and Mr. Fleming were presented with a token of appreciation of the help given to the teams. Christiansen and Darcy of the football team received sweaters for the splendid work they had done on the team. BELIEVE ME XANTIPPE This year Mr. Mitchell has chosen a Harvard Prize play by Ballard for the annual Senior Dramatics. It will be presented on January 18, 1929. THE CAST: George MacFarland Thornton Brown____ ..Henry Cashman _____Stuart Buck ‘‘Simp” Callmv.iy “IVwn” Riglpy ' Polly Hammon .. — —Elmira Reed SCHOOL PUPILS WITNESS SHIP LAUNCHING Q’S ARE PRESENTED For the first time in the history of the school, letters were publicly awarded to the girls of the field-hockey team, Friday afternoon, December 14. The letters, which are small block Q’s, were presented by “Doc” Whiting. Mr. Edward Casey, coach of the freshmen Harvard team, and Mayor McGrath were the guests of the school on this occasion. They both spoke briefly, each in his own way emphasizing the im- portance of good sportsmanship in the game. The most exciting event of the assem- bly seemed to be the presentation of the Q’s to the football, track, and soccer teams by Mr. MacDonald, Mr. Wilson, and “Doc” Whiting, for as each “hero” appeared, a rousing cheer, led by Ken- neth Melville, was given him. Coach MacDonald, Mr. Phil Claxton, At the invitation of the Bethlehem Shipbuilding Corporation at Fore River, fifty high school pupils, accompanied by Mr. James N. Muir, witnessed the launching of the U. S. Coast Guard Cutter Mendatta, Tuesday morning, November 27. The christening was by Mrs. Helen J. Schuneman, wife of the Assistant Secre- tary of the Treasury, Carl T. Schuneman, Washington, D. C. Mr. Muir and his party arrived at the yard at 9.00 A. M., at which time they saw the complete operation of launching a ship. They inspected the grounds thoroughly, and the students saw in practice many theories which they had learned in class. THE MUSIC DEPARTMENT Almost one-half of the student body of the Senior High School, 700 out of 1,700 pupils, is engaged in musical activities of 36 THE GOLDEN-ROD some sort. These activities include boys’ and girls’ glee clubs, 1st and 2nd orches- tras, band, sophomore, junior, and senior choruses, harmony, music appreciation, and outside piano credit. All of which goes to prove that the Quincy Senior High School is seriously interested in music and its branches. Girls Glee Club: The girls’ glee club consists of 33 mem- bers at the present time. They have sung at various entertainments, numbering three, since September. The first engage- ment was at the Bethany Church, where they sang at a meeting of the Bethany Union in early November. At the recent glee club concert, it ably assisted the junior high school choristers in their offerings. Its most recent public appear- ance was at the Christmas play, where, combined with some of the members of the boys’ glee club, they represented carollers. Three of the glee club mem- bers will take leading parts in the operetta—’Tepita,” which will be given in the Spring. They are Ethel Johnson, F.dla Carlson, and Beatrice Fitts. The complete list of the girls’ glee club mem- bers includes the following: Sopranos, Thora Bloch, Genevieve Cunningham, Esther Anderson, Evangeline Nicolle, Martha Thorley, Hazel Collins, Mildred Tinney, Florence Cushing, Ethel Johnson, Emily Lee, Lillian Higgins, Vera Newell, Dorothy Hartrey, Vivienne Blomquist, Elizabeth Johnston; 2nd sopranos, Bea- trice Fitts, Helen Morris, Dorothy Rob- erts, Marion Coleman, Ruth Bigoness, Dorothy Litchfield, Ruth Williams, Mary THE GOLDEN-ROD 37 Donovan, Barbara Oldham, Elizabeth Dunlavy; altos, Edla Carlson, Betty Evans, Ida von Riegers, Emelie Mar- chant, Irene Stone, Dorothy Koeller, Edna Philie, and Helen McConarty. Boys Glee Club: Thus far this year the boys’ glee club have only appeared before the public twice, when they assisted in the joint Junior High School glee club concert and when some of the members of both boys’ and girls’ glee clubs represented carollers in the Christmas play. Five members of this glee club will assume leading parts in the operetta that will be given in the spring, Warren Freeman, Stewart Buck, Walter Smith, Stanley Johnson, and Nathan Kuperman. Alton Eck, Warren Freeman, Edward Bohlken, Ferrer Giar- russo, Kenneth Ayres, Robert Gauld, Stanley Johnson, Carl Mobcrg, Clifton Tabor, Robert Cooper, John Hipson, Walter Smith, tenors; and Stewart Buck, Kenneth Jacques, Fred Pimentel. Richard Johnscn, Henry Cutler, Chester Dahl, Willard Dahlbom, Sam Hussey, Alfred Monroe, Eolo Scotti, Martin Darcy, Nathan Kuperman, and John Walsh, basses, arc included in the boys’ glee club. Orchestras: In order for a pupil to reach the first orchestra, he must first play in the second orchestra, and if he shows enough ability, he is then promoted into the first orches- tra. The latter now contains 54 pupils. So far this year, the new Quincy Point Junior High School has been the scene of their only public appearance, when they played at the dedication of that building. The complete list of the members of the orchestras are: 1st orchestra, violins, Kenneth Ayres, John Carey, Henry Cash- man, Phyllis Countway, Donald Fairfield, Sidney Fox, Herbert Hanson, Kenneth Jacques, Hilda Johanson, Richard John- son, Grace Kappler, Dagmar Lindberg, Edith Luftman, Isabel McBurnie, Kath- leen Medros, Lillian Pearce, Warren Phinney, Ella Pratt, Elizabeth Shaw, Harold Slate, Dorothy Somers, Ralph Stephenson, Ida Stern, James Sumner, Melvin Thorner, Winifred Turner, Mary Wardlev, Edward Welsh, Marion Wil- liams, Eolo Scotti, Francis Tatro; violas, Betty Loud, Harold Nannis, Dann Wy- man; bass, Beatrice Fitts; flute, Erie VanBuskirk; oboe, Robey Cook; clari- nets, Ralph Gervais, George Hollinshead, Richard Rice, Lincoln Ryder; cornets, Edward Hubbard, Carl Peterson, Ken- neth Ryder, Walter Smith; horn, Gilbert Neal; saxaphones, Ralph Burg, Robert Dennehy, Sydney Rcsnick; bassoon, Robert Keeler; trombone, Max Turok; sousaphone, Warren Freeman; drums, Wendell Rogers. 2nd orchestra, violins, Pearl Bianchi, Virginia Cochrane, Kath- leen Kiernan, Frank O’Regan, Lillian Pearce, Elizabeth Pcbler, Detlcv Peters, Warren Phinney, Gordon Robertson, Eolo Scotti, Ida Stearns, Francis Tatro, Melvin Thorner, Marion White, Lucy Bosco, Edith Donohue; clarinets, Esther Williams, Charles Beasley, Ellis Crosta; cornets, Madeline Brown, Louise Mc- Laughlin, Gretchen Schraglc; saxophones, Homer Jenks, George Collins, Dorothy McCarthy, William McPhillips; drums, Albert Lints, Leila Smith; and piano, Ethel Johnson. All of the above mentioned musical organizations except the 2nd orchestra are now preparing for the graduation pro- gram. Harmony and Music Appreciation: These two musical subjects that are offered to Quincy High School students are not offered in the curriculum of the majority of high schools today. There- fore, the students of Quincy High who arc interested in music and its branches may consider themselves lucky. The first, Harmony, is a study of the grammar of music, which includes the building of chords, writing of original studies and 38 THE GOLDEN-ROD pieces, and the harmonizing of music. Music appreciation, the second, deals with the studying of the works of famous composers. Outside Piano Credit: High school students, studying piano outside of school, may receive therefor, two diploma credits a year by enrolling, submitting monthly reports of work, and being examined by an outside examiner on the work of the year. This enables many to continue their serious work in piano as an elective, in place of a school elective. Credit in violin will probably be given in another year under similar ruling. Choruses: There are three choruses in the school; the Senior, which is held the seventh period, Thursday; the Junior, which is held the fifth, Thursday; and the Sopho- more, which is held the fifth, Tuesday. Band: So far this year, the band has appeared before the public, in the Armistice Day Parade, at the Mount Wollaston Ceme- tery when the Elks’ statue was dedicated, at three of the football games, at athletic assemblies, at the Golden Rod assembly, and at several of the home basketball games. The band, at the first of this term, was headed by Mr. Fish, but, owing to outside affairs, he was forced to vacate this position, which was filled by Miss Howes, with Mr. Estes acting as instruc- tor in marching. Warren Freeman is the student leader and manager of the band; Sydney Resnick, the drum major, and Lincoln Ryder, the librarian. The fol- lowing list includes the members of the band: Walter Smith, Carl Peterson and Wil- liam Lundy, solo cornets; Ted Darrah, Kenneth Ryder and Chester Johnson, second cornets; William Creswell and Kenneth Urquhart, third cornets; Mas- cagni Ruffo and Lincoln Ryder, first clarinets; Edward Crosta, Austin Fish, George Nereo, Ralph Cervais, William Ranclli and Arthur Van Horn, second clarinets; Fred Leppala and Olave Nisula, E flat clarinets; James Laing, William Gounic and Adolph Sillen, Robert Harper and Bruce McDennehy, Homer S. Jenks, Reynold Taylor and Benton Lev- inson, saxophones; Robey Cooke, oboe; 'Fauno Aholo, soprano saxophone; War- ren Sillen, Robert Harper and Bruce Mc- Leod, trombones; Henry Little, Andrew Lund, John Carey, baritones; Stanley Johnson, Warren Freeman, William Schwartz and John Franklin, basses; Richard Randall, John Hypson, George Hussey and Eolo Scotti, drums. Homer Jenks. THE GOLDEN-ROD 39 Typewriting' Awards Cole. Edith 44 Lewis, Bertha 40 Ganlcy, Eileen 39 Cerro, Frances 38 Cole, Edith 38 Horn, Mary 37 Schragle, Grctchcn 36 Ccrro, Frances 35 Horn, Mary 35 Kurlansky, Mary 35 Morris, Helen 35 Lendman, Flora 34 Conroy, Catherine 33 Fcurtado, Eleanor 33 Nicolle, Evangeline 33 Fcurtado, Eleanor 32 Kelly, Helen 32 Kurlansky, Mary 32 Lendman, Flora 32 Mattson, Ruth 32 Morris, Helen 32 Zinck, Evangeline 32 Aspesi. Lea 31 Barr, Dorothy 31 Conroy, Catherine 31 Crossman, Avcrill 31 Hickcn. Etta 31 Lewis. Bertha 31 Nicolle, Evangeline 31 Crossman, Avcrill 30 Kerrigan, Mildred 30 Mattson. Ruth 30 Myatt, Charlotte 30 Purpura, Christine 30 Purpura. Christine 30 Richards, Myrtle 29 Nelson, Eva 29 Caruso, Ernest 29 Miller, Ruth 29 Gove, Geraldine 29 Churchill, Virginia 29 Barr, Dorothy 29 Myatt, Charlotte 28 Kicrnan, Kathleen 28 Wallin, Esther 27 Keenan, Edward 27 Conroy, Catherine 26 Wuori, Irja 26 Dahlby, Lillian 26 Foley, Esther 25 Von Riegers, Ida 25 Daniels, Marian 25 Crossman, Averill 25 Crimmins. Louise 25 Royal Silver Pin L. C. Smith Bronze Pin L. C. Smith Certificate Remington Certificate L. C. Smith Certificate Royal Certificate Remington Certificate L. C. Smith Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Royal Certificate Remington Certificate L. C. Smith Certificate L. C. Smith Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate L. C. Smith Certificate L. C. Smith Certificate Royal Certificate Underwood Certificate Royal Certificate Royal Certificate Underwood Certificate Underwood Certificate Royal Certificate Underwood Certificate Remington Certificate L. C. Smith Certificate Royal Certificate L. C. Smith Certificate Remington Certificate L. C. Smith Certificate Remington Certificate L. C. Smith Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate Remington Certificate THE GOLDEN-ROD Anderson, Evelyn Cobb, Dorothy Wccdcn, Dorothy Mattson, Vivian Mahoney, Evelyn Buckley, Margaret Johnson, Signe Schofield, Eleanor Acker, Carl Montuori, Victoria Mattson, Vivian Rosenquist, Lilly Reed. Elmira Wagner, Vera Dhooge, Joseph Anderson, Evelyn Smith, Minnie Driscoll, Kathryn Driscoll, Kathryn Smith, Minnie Smith, Minnie Odermatt, Alfred Driscoll, Kathryn Smith, Minnie Buckley, Margaret Cobb, Dorothy Driscoll, Kathryn Wagner, Vera Rosenquist, Lilly Wagner, Vera Magura, Grace Cullen, Dorothea Cullen. Dorothea Johnson, Signe Magura, Grace Edgar, Mildred Lister, Edna Smith, Minnie Savage, Blanche Brown, Mae Magura, Grace Kimball, Marion Browne, Priscilla Pratt, Lora Savage, Blanche Johnson, James Noble, Bernice Anderson, Evelyn Cobb, Dorothy Smith, Minnie March- -15 46-7 Remington Silver Pin 42-10 Underwood Bronze Pin 37-3 Underwood Certificate 35-5 Underwood Certificate 33-7 Underwood Certificate 32-10 L. C. Smith Certificate 32-9 Remington Certificate 31-6 Remington Certificate 30-10 Remington Certificate 30-7 Underwood Certificate 304 Remington Certificate 30-11 Underwood Certificate 29-9 Remington Certificate 29-10 Remington Certificate 25-6 Remington Certificate April- -22 45-10 Underwood Bronze Pin 444 Royal Silver Pin 40-3 Royal Silver Pin 41-5 Remington Silver Pin 41-8 L. C. Smith Bronze Pin 48-10 Remington Certificate 38-20 Underwood Certificate 37-8 Underwood Certificate 36-13 Underwood Certificate 35-10 Underwood Certificate 35-15 L. C. Smith Certificate 34-10 L. C. Smith Certificate 34-14 L. C. Smith Certificate 33-7 Remington Certificate 33-8 Underwood Certificate 32-11 Underwood Certificate 30-10 Remington Certificate 30-11 Underwood Certificate 30-11 Underwood Certificate 30-6 Remington Certificate 26-7 Remington Certificate 26-6 Remington Certificate May— -ID 42-11 Underwood Bronze Pin 374 Royal Certificate 36-7 Remington Certificate 35-7 L. C. Smith Certificate 334 Remington Certificate 32-11 Underwood Certificate 32-9 Remington Certificate 30-11 L. C. Smith Certificate 25-8 Remington Certificate 25-8 Remington Certificate June—25 44-14 L. C. Smith Bronze Pin 43-5 Royal Silver Pin 42-5 Remington Silver Pin THE GOLDEN-ROD 41 Cobb, Dorothy 41-6 Remington Silver Pin Savage, Blanche 41-5 Royal Silver Pin Edgar, Mildred 36-13 L. C. Smith Certificate Mattson. Vivian 35-9 L. C. Smith Certificate Acker, Carl 34- Underwood Certificate Blake, Hilda 33-10 Remington Certificate Brown. Ann 33-7 Remington Certificate Kimball, Marion 33-8 Underwood Certificate Mattson. Vivian 33-5 Royal Certificate Wallin, Ruth 33-5 Royal Certificate Browme, Priscilla 32- Underwood Certificate Blake. Hilda 31-11 L. C. Smith Certificate Cole, Edith 31-6 Underwood Certificate O'Connell, Marie 31-7 Underwood Certificate Reed, Elmira 31- Underwood Certificate Roklund, Ina 31-5 Remington Certificate Blake. Hilda 30- Underwood Certificate Browne, Priscilla 30-5 Royal Certificate Pratt. Lora 30- Underwood Certificate Murchison, Muriel 29-6 Remington Certificate Huovinen, Fred 28-5 Remington Certificate MacPhcrson, Florence 27-8 Remington Certificate SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL HONOR ROLL For the Quarter Ending November 9, 1928 FEBRUARY, 1929 Highest Honors Stuart Buck Helen Malcolm Honors Marjorie Cameron Hazel Nelson Dorothy Cobb Alice Parker Edith Cole Walter Sillen Honors Rose Barnett Evelyn Christie Oscar Eckblom Donald Fairfield Evelyn Fontana Myerma Mersey Margaret Hughes Merricl Kimball Ruth Koss Esther Lindbcrg Sylvia Locke Edith Silverman Lillian Smith Onni Ulvila Irene Weise JUNE, 1930 Highest Honors Nancy Anderson Burton Engley JUNE, 1929 Honors Highest Honors Barbara Baltzer Florence Cope George Bentley Mary Reardon Honors Frances Allbright Sylvia Bianchi Marjorie Brown Geraldine Burns Muriel Castleman Mabel Coriati Mary Crowley Louise Griffin Marjorie Hill Grace Holden Lea Aspesi Hazel Collins Aura DiBona Alton Eck Elizabeth Evans William Ford Margaret Herbert Dorothy MacGregor Miriam Nisula Lincoln Ryder Marjorie Saunders John Schultz Dorothy Somers Ellsworth Sumner Martha Swanson Evangeline Zinck FEBRUARY, 1930 Highest Honors Gladys DeLuca John Pinkham Eliza Hutchison John Walsh Pauline Pavan JUNE, 1930 Highest Honors Grace Luce Hilja Malmstrom Alice Magnant Lillian Pearce Honors Mary Lindh Margaret Pyyny Edith Luomala _ Kenneth Ryder Margaret McLaughlin Florence Whittcmorc Wendell May Laura Wiltshire Abigail Norris Linwood Young Louise Pradcrio 42 THE GOLDEN-ROD FEBRUARY, 1931 Highest Honors Dorothy Bedford Ruth Johnson Marguerite Haake Harold Slate H onors Lillian Bailey Irene Cutler Laura Frccbcrg Delbert Grohe Janet Hemingway Esther Lcppala Warren Sundstrom Lillian Swartz Herbert Thomas Virginia Watts Sadie Wyman JUNE, 1931 Highest Honors Louisa Almy Jessie McPhee Elizabeth Cornish Marjorie Shcnnctt Bessie MacAulay Lincoln Speiss Jean MacDonald Virginia Wheeler Honors Lois Absolom Leslie Adams Conceda Amorosso Carl Anderson Ethel Asnes Donald Bell Virginia Cochrane Flora DiBona Ellen Fagcrlund Mildred Folger Madeline Geiger Charles Hall William Halloran Dorothy Holmes Olga Jameson Sidney Kurtzman Norman MacLean Ross Patten Warren Phinney Gertrude Quccnan Mary Reilly Maiy Rigby Louise Sealund Mary Varney Norman Ward Eleanor Worcester Edith Young LIBRARY NEWS Several new books have been added to the high school library. This time in place of dull reference books. Miss Coulman has tried to choose interesting and enjoy- able ones. Among them are the follow- ing: Schuman-H eink, The Last of the Ti- tans, an autobiography of a most remark- able woman, a prima-donna beloved by thousands. Up the Years from Bloomsbury, by George Arliss. This is another autobiog- raphy—of the greatest living Shakes- perian actor. In this book he tells his own story from his childhood spent near the British Museum, up to the present. Alice Foote MacDougall, the Autobiog- raphy of a Business Woman, another fas- cinating book which will be appreciated by people with a leaning towards busi- ness. Sands, Palms and Minarets, by Made- leine Vernon. As the title suggests, this is a travel book of Northern Africa. It is profusely illustrated, and the chapter headings are intriguing. A Globe-Gadder’s Diary, by Ralph Parlette. This is a humorous account of a round-the-world trip. The three pages entitled, Directions for Taking sound the keynote of the whole yarn. As I Knew Them, by Henry L. Stod- dard. Mr. Stoddard’s impressions of the Presidents from Grant to Coolidge. The cartoons taken from contemporary liter- ature are mirth-provoking to say the least. The “Also Rails,” by Don C. Seitz, is another book in which the cartoons are priceless. However, this book deals with the men who missed the Presidency. American Presidents, by Thomas Moran. One more book about Presidents and near-Presidents. A number of books on aviation will soon be on the shelves. “We,” by Col. Charles Lindbergh. Lindbergh’s own story of his great achievement. Lindbergh, The Lone Eagle, by George B. Fife. Another of the many books about America’s pet hero. The illustra- tions are excellent. The Lone Eagle of the Sky, by J. E. West. A book written especially for boys, giving the life, schooling and technical training of Lindbergh. Record Flights, by Clarence D. Cham- berlain. Another good aeroplane book. Letters from a Flying Officer, by Rothesay Wortley. A collection of letters and diaries written while in France. The Boys’ Book of Model Aeroplanes, by F. A. Collins. A book whose title explains itself. Among the new fiction books we find: Sea Legs, by A. F. Loomis, a modern sea story that is both a good adventure story and an authoritative manual of small boat sailing; The Trade Wind, by Cornelia Meigs—a rattling good tale of seafaring days before the Revolution. THE GOLDEN-ROD 43 The other night I sat before the fire- place, listlessly dreaming while I watched the flames leap between and around the logs. To watch a fire has always made me dreary, and soon I was snoozing mer- rily. I lifted my sleep-burdened eyelids to gaze again at the flame, but I saw only four great, golden eyes blinking at me. To what could they belong? Then I re- membered. They were the eyes of two owls we have in front of the fireplace, and were reflecting the light of the fire. Still, these eyes looked very human and very wise. I remembered owls were intellec- tual, and so I ventured to ask them the big question: “Can you tell me anything about all the exchanges from near and far since the last Golden-Rod was issued?” After a pause they answered, in unison, really answered! “We have been noticing your exchanges as you read them before us, and this is what we think of them”: The Shuttle, from the Boston High School of Practical Arts, is one of the neatest, friendliest magazines that the Exchange Department receives. One of the editorials in The Shuttle includes a line, “Cross your seas and win!” This we, too, say to the editors of this maga- zine. The Item, sent by the Dorchester High School for Girls, is clear and comprehen- sive. It is a real example of the work that witty, wide-awake American girls can do. From Rogers High School, Newport, Rhode Island, comes The Red and Black. We look forward to seeing our old friend, “Pat, the Senior,” who is as good as ever. The Red and Black evidences ingenious editors. A superior magazine comes to our at- tention from Bishop’s College School, Lennoxville, Quebec, in the B. C. S. We can, through its reflection, sense the straightforward high spirit of the whole school. This paper is as well organized as any that we have seen. The Semaphore, from Stoughton High School, would be greatly improved if more advertisers could be found and the printing brought up to standard; we are sure it would be a credit to its name. The Nashua High School, Nashua, New Hampshire, sends us the Tatler. The “Pride and Dismay” feature is novel. In the group of monthly and bi-weekly editions we should like to acknowledge the Huntington Record, Huntington 44 THE GOLDEN-ROD School, Boston; the Sagamore, Brookline High School; the University Student. Smith University, Charlotte, North Caro- lina; the Aerial, Atherton High School, Louisville, Kentucky; Western Gazette, University of Western Ontario; the Rindge Register, R i n d g e Technical School, Cambridge. All of these papers are lively and interesting. Now comes the Red and Black from Dorchester High School for Boys. We enjoyed the “High School Creed,” and we hope that such a fine creed will de- velop among Quincy High students. The Screech Owl, our friend from May- nard High School, is thoroughly enjoy- able. We searched to find the picture which was for Freshmen only. It was a donkey. Poor, poor Freshmen, how much abuse they must stand!” The Red and White. Although we found the introduction to the Alumni De- partment clever and original, we consider the presentation of the material itself in- consistent with the idea. “Drops of Ink” make us think. We wonder if the idea of such a department originated from the poem of Lord Byron, in which are the words: “a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which make thousands, perhaps millions think.” Stetson Oracle. The story, “The Wreck of the Betsy Ann,” redeems your literary department, and keeps it from being stamped as commonplace. A little more poetry would add to the paper. The Monad. We still find your “Line” quite amusing. A great deal is detracted from the general appearance of your paper by the small print. Both your Ex- change Department and your Literary section are rather deficient. Spaulding Sentinel. Those of us who have read previous numbers of your mag- azine find this issue not quite up to the standard. Original cuts make the paper attractive. The Orange and Black. Your magazine needs more literary material and poetry to make it worthy of your school. Your Joke Department is the one department that covers much space. The Imp. The letter written to the “Girl of 1828” shows thought and insight, and is an addition to your somewhat de- ficient Literary Department. The Ex- changes are handled charmingly. THE GOLDEN-ROD 45 twmr Mr. Whiting says this 0 is the first time girls have been awarded letters for sports. O my! have my eyes been deceiving me all these years? What a fine cheering section Brockton necessarily has! Why not, with such tongue-twisters as Uzdavinio, Weinauski, Ciampa, etc.? What is Sheehan doing in there ? The Brockton linemen were immense? Horrie Call is not so tiny. Darcy needed no introduction to the Brockton backs after the game. He had met (?) them before. Question: Will any boys don those four-inch Q’s? Not on your Lifebuoy! The Junior High certainly furnished stiff competition for our soccer team. What a whale of a soccer team will rep- resent Quincy in the years to come! Indoor track, basketball, and girls’ sports are now under way. If you think you’re not gcod enough to take part, come on out and learn. Quincy 0—Alumni 0 After a layoff for many seasons, the Quincy High and the Alumni resumed their annual game at Pfaffmann’s Oval. The game ended in a scoreless draw. The graduates seemed to have the edge and threatened constantly to score, but fre- quent penalties nullified their attempts. The Blue and White were considerably strengthened by the return of William “Red” Halloran, “Hobie” Chase, Max Kurtis, and Lloyd Douglass. The Alumni made ten first downs to four for the un- dergraduates. The game ended with the ball on Quincy’s 9-yard line after the Alumni failed to put it over in four tries. Rindge Technical 14—Quincy 0 Quincy High played their last home game of the season against Rindge Tech, and they lost by the score of 14 to 0. Ouincy was beaten by a better team. Rindge Tech scored their first touchdown in the second period after working the ball from midfield past Quincy’s final chalk line. It started on a 30-yard for- ward pass from Boyle to Sarawsky which brought the ball dangerously near the Blue and White goal-line, and then Boyle hit the center of the line for a touchdown. Sarawsky kicked the extra point. In the 46 THE GOLDEN-ROD last quarter, Burke paved the way for another six points by running from the 31-yard line to Quincy’s 13-yard stripe. A pass by Boyle to Burke planted the ball on the 8-yard line, and then began another serial, with Boyle heaving to Phillips, who snared the pigskin across the goal-line. Sarawsky then again kicked over the additional point. Quincy made a great goal-line stand in the third quarter, when Rindge failed to put it over in four rushes from Quincy’s 1-yard line. Henry Owens was immense on the defence for Rindge, while Captain Horrie Call and Lino Ponti stood out for Quincy. Brockton 43—Quincy 0 The squal journeyed to Brockton on November 24, and were beaten by the more experienced and heavier Brockton team. Our team put up a good fight to the last whistle, but lost gamely. Sup- ported by a multitude of rooters and the High School band, they fought a losing battle. Quincy suffered a serious blow in the loss of Horrie Call. Horrie has al- ways played a heads-up game of clean football. The scoring started when Stev- ens took the ball over the line after an exchange of kicks. This was the only score of the first period. Early in the second quarter Piliski scored after a series of rushes from the 21-yard line. Stevens gained the extra point by rushing. Other touchdowns by Semino, Rosenthal, Tros- ky, and Nelson followed. No more addi- tional points were added after touch- downs. Our own boys were valiantly trying, but were hampered by injuries. Turner, playing his first Brockton game, played a fine game at end in place of “Chet” Young. “Red” Halloran and “Bill” Asnes were frequent ground gainers for Quincy. Martin Darcy very ably backed up the line, while “Christie” played a fine game at tackle. With such fine spirit, it was a hard game to lose, but it showed that better days are coming. The summary: BROCKTON HIGH QUINCY HIGH Semino, Batson, le-----------re., Young, Turner Lindquist, Chisholm, It------It., rt., Christensen Morse, Ig------------------rg., Kurtis, A. Cohen Uzdavinis, c----------------------------c., Rougvie Sheehan, rg.-------------------------lg., Darcy McGrail, Wainauski________________It., Call, Capt. Trosky, Paterno, qb--------le., Fisher, Kuperman Pilcski, La Franchise________________qb., Asnes rhb., Halloran Ciampa, Hymoff, Paterno______lhb., Ponti, Kurtis Nelson, rhb----------------fb., Sullivan, Kurtis Capt. Stevens, Bigney, fb. Touchdowns: Stevens, Pileski, Semino, Roenthal, Trosky 2, Nelson. Goals from touchdown: Stevens (rush). . . Score by periods 1 2 3 4 T Brockton_______________ 6 19 6 12 43 Referee, Hapgood, Brown, Umpire, Souders, Mil- ton Acad. Head Linesman, Bricrly, Milton Acad. Time: four 12-min. periods. OUR SCHOOL TEAM ’“Doug” MacDonald and the editor have formed, during a boring recitation period, a team that would have over- whelmed Brockton had the coaches rea- lized the talent contained therein. We hope nobody will take offense in the fol- lowing team: VV. Ford_______________________________Left End u T.pfr Tackle Left Tackle Left Guard -Centre Right Guard ... _ _ Right Tackle Right End Quarter Back Left Half Back Right Half Back .Full Back The ends are fast and brilliant, getting down under the books (I mean punts) very quickly. The tackles arc both wide- awake and arc usually off the instant the ball is snapped. Healy, in particular, is a swift-moving player. Our guards are without a peer in this school. Both have weight and intelligence and open wide holes for the backs. We take pride in an- nouncing our choice for center. All the plays are centered about George, except those starting from an unbalanced line. KgfBH H g aag ■': vX- .nc ...:::,. ;.. • ■iff ilp� ■ ■ 'v;y.;. X:. • V ■ ;: V’X . ittM l§lplil ' W sS SOCCER TEAM 48 THE GOLDEN-ROD Shcvlin is an outstanding quarterback. Naturally an ambitious boy, he keeps the team running at about the same speed at which he moves about the corridors. The halfbacks arc the hard-charging type that is always in demand. Captain Cook is our dashing fullback. He is an able lead- er, and the girls all admire him when he dons his uniform. J. C. SOCCER Soccer, the baby sport at Quincy High, started its existence like a full-grown man. This is the first year that it has been an organized sport. Under the scrutiny of “Whitey” Fleming, a fast, aggressive, and victorious team was developed. Any team that is able to defeat such opponents as those of Tabor Academy and Concord High in the first year of its existence serves as food for thought for the “wise boys” of the sporting world. It may be hopeful to say that the stifTest competition was furnished by the boys of our own citv, the Junior High team. This team tied our boys in the first game. However, in the second game the representatives of the Senior High were able to again be on the winning list by a score of 3-1. All the games showed a splendid spirit of team-play. Every member deserves much praise. “Bobby” Muir seems to have that peculiar faculty of sending the ball through the goal-posts often. Capt. Tirri. Swan, Jensen, and Thompson were always in top form. The squad comprises Capt. Tirri. Bonner, Boyd. Doyle, Hamm, Jen- sen. Miller, Muir, Nisula, Pimentel, Pitts, Swan, Sweeney, Thompson, and Toon. From all indications, Quincy will boast of a championship team in the near future. GIRLS’ SPORTS Through the helpful assistance of Miss Louise Baker, the new gym teacher, Girls’ Sports have very much improved during the last school term. Much interest was displayed during the hockey season by the girls of the various classes, and the same interest is shown now in basketball. The Senior hockey team won the inter- class championship. The girls’ new four- inch “Q’s” were awarded to Helen Bos- trom, c.f.; Esther Olive, r.i.; Mary Horn, l.i.; Jean Mitchell, l.w.; Ruth Guilmartin, r.h.; Anna Franks, c.h.; Inez Sjostrom, l.h.; Alice Parker, r.f.; Eleanor Marden, l.f.; Elsie Hanlon, g., and Captain Bertha Nelson, l.w. Basketball practice has started, and sometime in the near future teams will be formed, two Senior, two Junior, and two Sophomore. Much enthusiasm has been shown by the many girls who come down to the gym to practice. On Mondays at one-thirty an hour is devoted to various games. Three teams will be formed, Sophomore, Junior, and Senior, each to be represented in bat ball, captain ball, and volley ball. Track, baseball, and tennis will be the main sports in the Spring. Miss Baker hopes that all girls in the school will participate in one sport, at least, and that this coming term will be as successful, and even more so than the previous one. GIRLS’ ATHLETICS The girls of Quincy High have at last won a voice for themselves in the Athletic Council. Competent candidates were nominated bv all the classes. Election was held on Thursday, December 6, with the following results: Bertha Nelson_____________________________F.’29 Mary Reardon_____________________________ J.’29 Isabel Gabriel----------------------------F.’30 Margaret Smith_____________________________J 30 Dorothy Sharkey___________________________F.’31 Harriet Blowers___________________________J.’31 BASKETBALL Although not a letter man is available, there are many second team boys from last season who will take up the burden to win a majority of the games for Quincy. The first team thus far is made up of boys like Mattson. Muir, L. Chase, H. Chase, Christensen, Halloran, Shevlin, Dahlbom, Karlstrom, Olinto, W. Sullivan, and Henry Fisher. The second team and Junior varsity should develop promising players for next season. In fact, most of THE GOLDEN-ROD 49 the varsity is made up of juniors and sophomores. The 1929 basketball schedule is as fol- lows. It is a tough schedule, but we feel confident Quincy will come through: January 8—Mass. Nautical at Quincy 11— Weymouth at Weymouth 15—Medford at Quincy 18—Brockton at Brockton 22—Milton High at Milton 25—Norwood at Quincy February 1—Milton Academy at Milton 5—Milton High at Quincy 8—Norwood at Norwood 12— Medford at Medford 15—Weymouth at Quincy 22 (Washington’s birthday)—Brockton at Quincy TRACK It is a mystery what the track team will be able to do this year, as there are few letter men returning. In previous years the track team, with George A. Wilson as coach, has made some enviable records. Horace Call, ex-football captain, is captain of the track team. Carl Peter- son will be available till graduation. HOCKEY Hockey is being organized this winter with “Doc” Whiting as coach. Sticks have been distributed to the various can- didates, and practice sessions are held in the gym and on whatever rinks are avail- able. “Doug” MacDonald has been elected captain, and has taken upon him- self the duties of manager. HE BUMPS TO CONQUER Pierpont Montmorency VanAstcrwolf, 3rd, was a dear boy. His ancestors were among those who came over in that im- mense liner, the Mayflower. Pierpont himself was too nice. He was a well-built chap, about six feet tall, weighing 190 pounds. But oh dear! how mother did fear to have his face marred. Not natu- rally blessed with good looks, he was forced to preserve what he had through the efforts of his mother. Pa was a regu- lar scout. He wanted his son to be a regular fellow, but mother was the boss. When mother suggested sending Pierpont to the Academy, pa manifested a forceful disapproval. As a result, P. Montmorency went to the local high school. Here, for no good reason at all, he went out for basketball and was retained on the squad. Through no fault of his, the day of the big game arrived, as it is wont to happen in this kind of a story. The game was close, and as the last quarter was drawing to a close, it was tied. The first string forward was tired out, so the coach called on our hero to use his new suit. The suit had been new at the beginning of the year, and still was. Through various tricks of Fate, Pier- pont passed the ball with a clear floor ahead of him. He raced down the court with the obvious intention of shooting a basket. Alas and alackaday! he had lost his equilibrium, and rushed full tilt into the wall. When the smoke and plaster cleared, Pierpont Montmorency VanAs- terwolf. 3rd, had changed the hue of one eye to black and been separated from one of his front teeth. The harm was done. From that moment on he cared not what happened to his dear old countenance. Having settled upon that, he ventured into the frav with blood in his eyes (both of ’em). He seized the sphere and sped down the floor to the basket, into which he dropped the inflated leather as the whistle blew. As the hero made his exit from the gym, the girls were saying, “Isn’t he just grand?” “Gee! what a swell-looking kid,” etc. When the smoke of battle had cleared, a somber, bandaged figure stole into the gym, along the wall to a certain cavitv. A moment’s search produced the missing tooth of Pierpont Montmorency VanAsterwolf, 3rd, firmly embedded in the wall. A lasting monument to the making of a man! His beauty ruined, but his reputation saved. That night, mother was heartbroken, but pa—he was smoking his best cigars and dropping the ashes into the ash-tray. 50 I'ME GOLDEN-ROD “HE TOLD THE TRUTH” Miss Thompson (sarcastically): “You have studied algebra, I suppose:” Dick Turner: “Yes.” Miss Thompson: “In the dear dead days of long ago?” Dick Turner: “Yes, they are beyond recall.” “VERY OBLIGING” Mr. Bridges (to waitress): “Is this a first-class restaurant?” Waitress: “Oh, yes, but we don’t mind serving you.” “MODERN VERSION” Miss Gallaher: “Give the literal mean- ing of ‘je ne donne pas (I do not give).” Harry L.: “I’m Scotch.” “IT 'I AKES WILL POWER” English Teacher: “Margaret, can you decline ‘to eat’?” Peggy: “Well, I can, but I don’t like to.” “HE’S MAKING HISTORY” Miss Shaw: “What great economic change came over the country after the war of 1812?” Voice: “The Scotchmen began to come over.” “HE KNOWS HIS LATIN” Mr. Roche (in Latin class): “Williams, if I should say, ‘Go to the office,’ what case would you use with the preposition ‘to’?” Williams: “The staircase.” Heard in an English class: “I wrote my oral theme.” “REALLY?” Miss Nevens: “Where was Duncan killed by Macbeth?” Quinn: “I think it was on page 36.” “A SECOND HOUDINT” Miss Walsh (explaijiing geometry problem): “Now watch the blackboard closely, and I’ll go through it again.” “TWO IN ONE” Mr. Roche (to student who writes lightly at the blackboard): “I went into a drug store the other day. A fellow there said, ‘Give me a lemon and lime— lean on the lime.” That’s what I’m say- ing to you, “Lean on the lime.” Mr. Cutler: “What are Whigs?” Elmira Reed: “False hair, worn on the head.” “OVER-HEATED” Teacher (pausing in the midst of a long lecture): “Will someone please open a window and let out a little of this hot air?” “AND HOW” The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts to work when we get up in the momin i: and doesn’t stop ’til we get to schorl.” “CAN IT BE POSSIBLE?” Mr. Cutler (sending pupil to map): “Where’s Washington ?” Bright Pupil: “He is dead.” A certain young soph in class Was whisp’ring aloud, alas! At the end of school That bright young fool, Sat watching the others pass. THE GOLDEN-ROD 51 DID YOU KNOW THAT: Concord Hymn was written to com- memorate the Battle of Bunker Hill? Daniel Webster was born in 1782 and in 1783 served on the Massachusetts Committee to the Constitutional Conven- tion ? By the term “Resurrection Man” we mean one who was buried, and when they went to dig him up he wasn’t there? Concord Hymn was written to cem- memorate London Bridge: The President, the Senate, and other unskilled laborers are not included in the Civil Service System? The Tropic of Capricorn is the farthest point south that the sun goes for the winter? Daniel Boone was born three years younger than George Washington? Abraham Lincoln was born at an early age? A dog’s an animal with four legs that bark? Gary, Indiana, was chosen as the site for the greatest steel plant in the world because it is on Lake Michigan and can get iron through the water power? Tin is mined in Detroit? “A NEW LANGUAGE” French Student: “Au revoir.” English Student: “What does that mean?” “Good-by in French.” “Machine gun.” “What does that mean?” “Good-by in Chicago.” Phil Claxton {to boy in the Gym): “You may be the world to your mother, but you’re only a number to me.” “HE’S RIGHT” English Teacher {dictating true and false test): “It was a woman who intro- duced family feuds into American Litera- ture.” Lintz {impishly): “Isn’t it always a woman who starts a family feud?” first Soph: “They serve good soup in this restaurant.” Second Soph: “So I hear.” “THAT’S THE REASON” Miss Bailey {to Frank Morse and David Lu bar sky): “How does it happen that you two boys wrote exactly the same theme on the book?” David: “Well, it was the same book wc read.” Attention: Please use both ends of line in cafeteria to speed up lunch. THE TRAGEDY OF JOHNNY TUNA FISH George Flavin, F.’30 Little Johnny Tuna Fish Was swimming in the sea. Funny little Johnny, As happy as could be. Little Johnny Tuna Fish, Swam into a lake. And all the little fishes there Attended Johnny’s wake. They buried little Johnny, In fine and pompous style, While all the little fishes, Swam up and down the aisle. They buried little Johnny Far from his home, the sea, And on his tombstone ’s written “This lake’s too fresh for me.” “SPEAKING OF GERMAN” Miss Ze'.ler: “Why did you make ‘thief’ neuter; there’s no reason for it being any- thing but masculine.” Class: “It might be feminine.” Mr. Lyons {speaking on precipitation): “Now, if you precipitated yourself out the window what would you be doing?” Carey: “Committing suicide.” “GENEROUS” Mr. Cutler: “If you register your car in Massachusetts what does it entitle you to in New York?” Tom Pine: “Well-er-I don’t know, but you can drive in New York for 30 days.” 52 THE GOLDEN-ROD UTDtATURL YESTERDAY AND TODAY— Mr. Cutler: “Well, what does it entitle you to then?” Tom Pine: “Thirty days.” Miss Zeller: “Haddad’s name is on the attendance list as being absent.” “GETTING AROUND IT” Patterson (reciting): “The axis of a cylinder—-” Miss Thompson: “What kind of a cyl- inder?” Patterson: “Hm-er-a cylindrical cyl- inder.” “MISPRONUNCIATION” Pimental (trailslating): “Pm a flunky.” Miss Zeller: “No, a flunker.” THE SIXTH PERIOD NOTICE In the name of bearer of news, make way! Oh corridor wanderers over the school, We’re all so impatient at end of the day, And eagerly waiting a chance to fool. Let work all be stopped—lay aside working things While we hark to the notice the sixth period brings. lias the class got the giggles? She must keep her face straight, Nor smile at acquaintances whom she must pass— Are the notices long? She must patiently wait, Nor evince any interest in teacher or class. A flurry of steps—a bang of the door— And our work goes on just as before. From ground floor to first floor—to second from first,— Skipping no rooms, keeping eye on the clock, From second to third, up—up all the flight To pant—catch her breath—give a hitch to her frock— Carry on ’till the third floor is finished and done And then the job’s over until the next sun. Elizabeth Evans. “MR. CUTLER’S DISCOVERY” The colonist in 1620 couldn’t go out his front door without fear of getting an arrow in his front chest. “HE OUGHT TO KNOW” Miss Davis (to shorthand class): “I don’t see how anyone can be so dumb.” Lubarsky: “Oh, it’s very easy.” Miss Call: “What is ‘y°u second or third person?” Voice: “Fourth.” THE GOLDEN-ROD 53 Teacher (to student): “Isn't it about time that you did a little work in class?” Lazy Student: “Well. I’m doing as little • as possible now.” INVICTUS Out of the gloom that covers me Where there can be no hint of sun, I’m thanking all my lucky stars, Because my outside reading’s done. When I was told the day ’twas due, I neither groaned nor cried aloud, Tis true I rushed much at the end And took more time than was allowed. Beyond this period of joy There looms the threat of five more points, But thought of days that stretch between With balm of peace my soul anoints. It matters not the length of time— I shall await the sinking sun Of the last days—then if 1 haste My outside reading will be done! LIZZIE'S FUNERAL DIRGE When Earth’s last Ford has been painted; and the brakes are tested and tried— When the windshield has got a wiper and the car is fit for a ride— We shall rest and faith we shall need to: we’ll ride for an age or two, ’Till we’re sure she’s burnt her bearings and needs some tires that arc new. And then we’ll start in struggling for an auto fit for the Saints, For a blend of color systems that will beat all other paints. As usual the boss will praise us; raise our salary and fame. And on the tablets of the learned, all shall see our name. But what will all that net us—we shall then be dead and gone; Then we’ll be plucking harpstrings awaiting Gabriel’s horn. And we’ll be looking down upon you looking for our faithful wrecks: The same darn ones that we had with us when we all cashed in our checks. Thorner, Fcb.’31. 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