Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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of soup than can be sold for less than five cents, and free crackers for soup and free nabiscos for ice-cream. The school usually allows to lose money on the hot dishes, but the balance is made up by the sale of cake, ice-cream, and candy. Through the preceding years, the amount realized from cake and candy has not been sufficient to reduce the price of ice- cream. We realize the demand of an explanation for the Nertzies is required. They have a right to it, and we know that such a spirit now, rightly ex- ercised, may even avert a depression in the future. But listen, Nertzies! You forgot about the Student Council when you started your campaign. Theirs is the job to keep things running smoothly, and keep everyone satisfied as far as it is within their power. We, as an entire school, should remember our Court of Justice and through its help in the future we may save public explanation and Maestro Collins’ hair. MAGINE living for many years in exotic China as the adopted daughter of the aristocratic Lin family. This is what happened to Nora Wain, Philadelphia Quakeress. Her tale of life in the “House of Exile” takes you to a China seldom found within the covers of a book. There she lived in the most sheltered court of the homestead—the Springtime Bower, considered to be the only safe place, in a Chinese home- stead, for a “maiden of marriageable age.” Close beside this was the Gar- den of Children where the children of the family lived and studied their lessons in the schoolroom court, a peaceful retreat with dividing walls of colorful tile. “The Place of the Meeting Winged Friends”, “Court of the White Jade Rabbit”, and “Within the Orchid Door” are but a few of the poetic names attached to various other courts of this expansive homestead. After twelve years in the splendor of the Lin clan, Nora Wain married a handsome Englishman in the foreign service at China. The first year of her married life she was confronted with the servant problem. Her ser- vant problem instead of being incompetency was the opposite. Since the whole staff had been with her husband throughout his bachelor days, they still regarded the “master’s” word as law and thwarted all the prac- tical jokes she tried to play on him. When she ordered roast lamb with mint sauce for dinner, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding were invariably served. Understanding and time soon straightened out all difficulties, but for a while things were very amusing. New Boohs in the Library Reviewed by Betty Paragallo HOUSE OF EXILE Nora Wain

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ON THE AIR LISTENIN’ IN As this issue carries out the radio motive, it is an appropriate if not good idea for this writer to express her latent views on a pet topic of our day—radio as an aid to education. That radio is fast becoming an almost essential factor in education there is little doubt. Its benefits are numer- ous, and, fortunately, available to most students. Regarded as a supple- ment to, rather than as a substitute for, book-learning, regularly spon- sored programs, not to mention “special features,” offer to the student capable of applying it a wealth of knowledge—facts of current history which oral delivery vitalizes more than books and records ever could, and past history clearly interpreted in a manner far more expressive, and thus impressive, than the printed page. Authoritative talks and lectures em- bracing a variety of subjects from insects to foreign affairs are sent over the air waves to enrich our leisure moments, while the ever-handy news flashes and commentaries aid many a Problem of Democracy student in appearing well-informed on timely economic and social questions. And finally radio serves to elevate the American speech. We have become word- conscious because such announcers as Bill Haye, Carleton Dickerman, and John Holbrook have taught us correct pronunciation and inflection, often by sending us scurrying to Webster’s, only to find that culinary is right.. If your beliefs are similiar, reach for the dial instead of a balcony ticket. ••NERTZ” Over almost every broadcast from station Q. H. S. we hear the battle cry of equality from the Nertzies. “Five cents for ice-cream” is the war song. And why shouldn’t it be, say the sympathizers. This is a country founded on equality, our ancestors fought for it, and here are we on the noble battle ground ready to take up arms against the foes. “Nertzies for all, all for the Nertzies.” Still some spirit in the bodies of youth, isn’t there? But wait, there must be some solution. If a world war could end in a box car, then shouldn’t the differences-of-a-penny war be ended within the four brick walls of—no, not prison—but Quincy High School? We went to headquarters to interview Maestro Collins on this great and momentous question and we gained the following information: Our high school is run on a basis that aims to make accounts balance each year—no more, no less. Senior High’s cafeteria is of necessity run on a larger scale than any other schools in our city. There are more helpers, larger scale production, two hot dishes instead of the usual one, larger and richer bowls

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Society in Shameen where they later lived is very formal. No Chinese are allowed to set foot on the island, which is strictly a Western Colony made up of the officials stationed in the foreign service at Canton. The women make their calls hatted and white-kid-gloved. The remainder of the book tells of the political situation which was be- coming more and more delicate. There are party uprisings, internal revo- lutions, and the beginning of the present struggle with Japan. Needless to say this delightful book is a real revelation of China. “Clear sky: no wind.” Fabien smiled. If such reports continued, he would end his flight; if not— A few hours later and Fabien knew the rest of the unfinished sentence, but it remained unuttered for the treacherous blackness of night had taken another hero of night flight duty. At home Madame Fabien waited in torturous suspense; waited for what?—the wreck of a man and just broken, cold steel. The once taut, fearless creature whose capable hands had sent the silver plane plunging through the air, lay limp—. defeated,— by a storm. The injustice of it! Riviere, the noble chief behind all the pilots of this story, passionately believed “that man’s happiness lies not in freedom, but in acceptance of a duty.” He loved his men, but didn’t show it. To make the night air-mail service a success he had to go on regardless of the loss of lives. Thus Riviere bore his heavy load of victory. The shining courage of these men who keep their brave deeds in the dark touches us, and our hearts go out to the women they leave behind. Their lot is a constant prayer to the elements for a clear sky and a merciful night. Such are the threads of a story as admirable for its literary qualities as for the portrait of the pioneers of “Night Flight.” NIGHT FLIGHT Antoine DeSa int—Exupery Our Poetry Short Story iVlrs. Helen McCarthy Miss Elizabeth Stone Mr. Roydon Burke Mrs. William Doble Miss Georgiana Lane Mr. Frederick Coates The “Golden-Rod” Editors wish to thank the judges for the time given to the judging of our contest; we greatly appreciate the interest which they showed.