Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN-ROD 17 CAPTAIN NORTON’S AUTOMOBILE Hollis Burton Engley, June, 1930 Note:—The steering gear of a sailing vessel is so arranged that when the wheel is turned in one direction the vessel moves in the other. (Apologies to the true characters.) Some years ago on Martha’s Isle, when auto cars were few, Old Captain Norton had a car rigged up in manner new. Since he had not quite yet got used to driving on the shore, The steering gear embarrassed him yet ever more and more. “By Godfrey’s Mighty!” swore old Jed, one sunny day in June, I'll have the wheel fixed on this craft by Sat’d’y afternoon! When I steer port the consarn tub (unlike my boat May Psasr). To starboard shifts and leaves me sittin’ shakin’ in the breeze.” So on that morn, the fault repaired, the Captain sallied forth. The skies were blue, the waters, too, south, east, and west, and north. From Tisbury to Middletown, from there to Ed- gar town, In blissful peace he travelled ’round, up island and then down. “Ho. ho!” laughed Jed, in spirits high, “at last this craft does steer As sensible as my own sloop I sailed for many a year. No longer on the village roads must I so fearfully creep, When port 1 steer, to port I go, as I did on the deep.” One night some low off-Islander who wished to sec the land Without expense to his own self, Jed’s car did take in hand. Before his house the auto stood, all quietly it started. Down Beach Street rolled the stolen car; past houses dark it darted. W hen half-way down the low incline the engine started running. At Water Street it had perked up and splendidly was humming. Here was the wheel turned to the right—toward Eastville it was steering; The car, of course, up Water Street toward Union went careering. The thief was quite hard put to it to understand its action, But Union Street was reached—in time, a second and a fraction. So up this street he quickly turned, and down it went like sin! Right to the wharf where lights still shone, the ticket-house within. The squealing brakes brought out to view the con- stable and, too. The wharfinger, who knew right well the car of shining blue. So ofT was marched the rueful thief, who better could have done Than old Jed’s car with steering odd, to steal and try to run!

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16 THE GOLDEN-ROD thirty, they tipped all the bell-hops, paid their bill, and hit the trail for home. The fates smiled on them on the return trip and, in two hops, they reached the starting point, none the worse for wear. Although sleep and the comforts of home were conspicuous by their absence, the expedition was unanimously declared a success by all concerned. THE SPARKS Marjorie Mitchell, February, 1933 Embers in the tire’s heat; Ashes all surround them; Logs are added to the coals; New life starts around them. From the embers fly the sparks, Singing, dancing, see them run! Here's a large one, there’s a small, Laughing, prancing, having fun. Here's a leader and his men Marching out to battle: Here's a farmer and his sheep; There's a flock of cattle. Here's a dancer, twinkling toes; There's a staid school-master; L'p the chimney do they fly Faster, faster, fast r. Tho’ the sparks have passed away. Yet the fire is not dead: For now we see. against the smoke. The coals, still glowing red. THE FOG Marjorie Mitchell. February, 1933 Sinking slowly from the sky. It spreads on boatman’s sail, Settling softly on the sea Like a misty veil. Here the veil is liftin ' fast. Moving from the sand: See the sun shine forth once more. Brightening the land. MY FIRST SWEETHEART Helen Sweetser, June, 1930 One day as I sat on my grandfather’s knee listening to one of his many stories, he noticed that I was not giving him my usual, rapt attention. ‘‘What is the matter with my little girl?” he asked. “Nothing, grandpa,” I answered. “Yes, there is. Now don’t try to fool an old fool, because you can’t. Come now, what is it?” W ell,” I said, gazing at the buttons on his coat, “I wish I had a sweetheart like Barbara’s, one who would send me flowers and candy.” About a week later came Valentine’s Day bringing Barbara a lovely bouquet of violets. Of course, I admired them tre- mendously, wishing all the time that I had been the fortunate one. I was so absorbed in thinking about myself and wishing that I was eighteen instead of eight, that I sat in the living room fully five minutes before I noticed a large, red, heart-shaped box cn the table. W hen I saw it, I rushed to the table and found on a card—“To my sweetheart, Helen, from one who loves her.” How thrilled I was! I took the box and hurried to Barbara. I was so excited that I nearly spilled the contents on the floor while showing it to her. “Isn’t it lovely, Barbara?” I gasped, watching her intently to see if she thought so. “Who do you think sent it?” “Yes, dear, it is lovely. I haven’t the faintest idea who sent it, but who ever did surely had good taste.” “Many times after that I was the happy receiver of gifts. But best of all was at Easter, for on that day I received a beautiful bouquet of sweet-peas, which I wore to church, as I knew Barbara would wear flowers also. For two years I was never forgotten when it came to flowers and candy on such special occasions but then — I was forgotten — Grandfather died, you see.

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18 THE GOLDEN-ROD OUR SCHOOL MAGAZINE For years our school magazine came out with the same standardized cover, effective enough, good looking, but not really our own. Now what a difference! Flow pleasing to see it dressed in designs of our own creating. Each edition is to have a different cover design, drawn by our art pupils, who are busy much of the time, planning and drawing to this end. Finally, the drawing is sent to the Man- ual Arts department to be fitted on to a block. A great deal of credit goes to this department—for much accuracy and care- ful cutting are needed to insure an effectual cut. In designing and produc- ing our own cover, we also economize, besides bringing to our magazine an originality and individuality it has never before enjoyed. We feel proud of our school publica- tion in its original dress, and know we have taken one step more toward the goal of its perfection. H. R. D. BE YOURSELF Do you follow the crowd just as Merlin did the gleam: Or do you go your own way? In other words, are you yourself or a counterpart of Tom, Dick or Harry? Be an individual, not a type. You won- der why some people stand out from the crowd. The reason: they are different from the mass which surrounds them. They have individuality. Don’t you know a girl who goes to the football games because it’s the thing to do, because everyone does it? She can’t tell a touchdown from a referee. But, of course, to cheer at a football game is the thing to do. Don’t blur your outstanding character- istics. As a successful novelist of today must make his .characters vivid and indi- vidual, you must make yourself vivid and individual. Develop your capacities. If you have talent in any direction, foster it until it becomes something that will make you different from the rest. By talent we do not necessarily mean a talent for music, writing, or drawing, but a talent to do the every day things and do them well, a talent to make other people glad, to understand and invite their confidence, a talent to do the simple, homely things that count. Be yourself! Develop your talents. Then you will be someone a little differ- ent from your neighbor—an individual. Edith Donde, June, 1930. SOLICITING RIDES The matter of hitch-hiking by high school girls and boys to and from school has just about reached a crisis. Recently Mr. Collins told us, in the auditorium, that the school committee had taken up the matter of thumbing rides, better known as “bumming.” He warned us that if we were caught participating in