Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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Quincy’s touchdowns were made by Baldovin on a line buck and by Daley on a wide end run. It’s Quincy’s ball at midfield. Ordway is back! He kicks! It’s a long spiralling boot! It falls in the end zone! Smollett, the flashy Quincy wing is down under it and he falls on it over the goal-line and it’s a touch-down. The final score is Quincy 19. Brookline 6. We’re back in the studio again. We could have gone on and told you how the Lynn Classical game was lost because of two blocked punts, how the Newton game went because of poor booting and how a blocked kick gave New Bedford the winning margin of 13-7. To date Quincy High has played three undefeated contenders for the state schoolboy title and has three more of the same calibre yet to play. Considering the type of oppo- sition met. commendation in generous quantities is just what the doctor ordered for the fighting warriors of the gridiron. Today we’re giving you a new slant on football from the view point of the participant. Often the players of a team have much more interesting thoughts than those of the manager or coach, and the worthy trio whose thoughts are hereupon inscribed are no exception. The three brutes who so graciously assisted ye humble scribe are “Pip” Alfano and “Sam” Asnes, a duo whose sideboards and moustaches have sent 9,346 local barbers to a certain institution located at Taunton, Mass., and Buck Densmore. According to Mr. Alfano who holds down that portion of the line gen- erally designated as left guard, the lineman has fully earned the title, “The Forgotten Man.” Mr. Alfano points out that the idea of submitting to several sorts of mayhem in the line would be almost endurable if the fan realized that in order that the four gazelles might romp lightly hither and yon, the seven powerful, patient oxen must strive mightily. He is also under the impression that if the fans gave the lineman his rightful share of credit, there would be more candidates for those positions and less feeling that the homage is unevenly divided. It appears that Mr. Asnes enjoys the opening kick-off just about as much as a polar bear would enjoy a winter in Florida. While the customary pre- liminaries are taking place, ye quarterback is in a daze . . . Pep talk by coach . . . Still in a daze. The team runs out on the field and ye quarter- back finds that “your stummick don’t seem to be there.” The whistle shrills and the game is on! Gone is the daze. Returned is the absent stummick. The game is on! Mr. Densmore, whose job it is to deliver the oval from between his sturdy legs into the hands of the waiting backs, talks about the feelings of the squad before and in the early minutes of the game.

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SPORTSFOLIO eOOD afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, members of the Q. H. S. faculty and studes: This is your favorite station, D-O-P-E bring- ing you once again the greatest sports feature on the air—The Sportsfolio. Today, I would like to tell you about a city in Massachusetts, Quincy by name, which happens to possess the fightingest football team between the two poles. I could stand here all day telling you about that team but I’m not going to. I could tell you about the original Hard Luck Team, an out- fit which possesses every quality essential to a consistent winner except for that important item usually called Luck, but I’m not going to do that either. I shall let you judge for yourself; as a matter of fact you are go- ing to witness the major games of Quincy’s season visualized for you by your old standby, Red Hooey.—Here we go! Well, folks, we’re going into the last quarter of this Quincy-Melrose game and there is still no score. These teams have battled forty-five minutes in a deadlock which must be broken this period. It’s Quincy’s ball, first down on their own ten yard line.....There’s the pass from center .....It’s fumbled! They’re all diving for that ball.....one minute, folks and we’ll tell you whose ball it is..It’s Melrose’s ball, first down and just listen to that crowd! . . . They’re lining up . . . The ball goes to Brown . . . .He fades back! . . . . It’s a pass! .... and a tochdown! The score is Melrose 6, Quincy 0. Signals! 1-2-3-4-Hike! We’re broadcasting the game between the Tufts Jay Vees and Quincy High .... It’s Quincy’s ball, first down on Tufts’ 12 yard mark. Ordway is back . . . The pass from center is poor! . . . Ordway is smothered for a four-yard loss ... Second down, fourteen to go .. .Daley back . .. Again the pass from center is bad and Daley is nailed for a two-yard loss . . . Third down, sixteen yards to go . . . Malvesti passes to Troup for a six yard gain . . . Malvesti passes again but the heave is grounded . . . Tough luck, Quincy! . . . Score Quincy 0, Tufts 0. Signals! 1-2-3-4-Hike Here they come and the crowd roars! Quincy High’s football eleven is taking the field. The startinng lineup is Gookin, Service, Finn, Densmore, Alfano, Hughes, and Smollett in the line, Baldovin, Malvesti, Daley, and Ordway in the back field. The score is Quincy 13, Brookline 6.

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The shower room would make an excellent studying-ground for a psy- chologist, for the actions and reactions of the team are both varied and interesting to behold. “Pat” Cleary flashes his nationality by adhearing to a peculiar superstition. He has never played a ’Varsity game with more than one stocking gracing his shapely shank. Walter Ordway sets not his cleats to the turf until every knot or suspicion of a knot has been care- fully removed from his shoes. Some of the fellows are serious, others are gay. No one feels especially happy. The golden tones of Bing Crosby are heard and Bill Coleman is received joyfully by his team mates to whom his mimicry is nearly as pleasant a thing as his playing. Perhaps the Queer Quartet, DiGravio, Baldovin, Alfano and Gookin will with murder- ous intent render a stirring ballad of original theme whose title is no less than “Vincentisio es un Escupatoro” or in English, “Vincent is a sweeper.” Mr. Densmore now takes us to the field of battle. In his position of center he gets an excellent view of the opening play since he remains back on the kick-off. He sees his team going down under the kick, some taken out beautifully, others striding manfully past hopeful interferes to bear the hapless ball-carrier crashingly to earth. Some very cute little tricks are practised by linemen in general and centers in particular. We might mention the really amusing pastime of staving in your opponent’s skull with cleated shoe, lightly nudging your opponent with your elbow so as to knock out all his teeth, and several other little mannerisms all of which make the game more enjoyable—to the fans. It’s a beautiful scene at the stadium here today, folks. A record break- ing crowd is sending cheer after cheer volleying back and forth; cheer leaders are performing their gyrations in perfect accord; two bands are blaring forth school songs of the rivals; the Red and Black of North con- trasts effectively with the Blue and White of Quincy! Numbered in the crowd are students of both schools, frenzied alumni and staid teachers whose customary mantle of stoic dignity has been ripped asunder by the gripping excitement of this terrific struggle between two well-drilled, fighting football teams. Forty-five minutes of this thrilling football and still there is no score! The teams have battled to a dead lock which seems two powerful to break. Four times has North failed to cash in on Quincy’s fumbles. Four times has this gallant Quincy eleven, fighting within the very shadow of its goal posts, resisted the attack of coach Donahue’s Red and Black invaders. Passes, punts, placement kicks, end runs, line bucks, in fact all known ways of advancing the pigskin have figured in the heroic but fruitless at- tempts of the two outfits to break into the scoring. Only one sad incident has occurred to mar the pleasant atmosphere of this game, a report that “Cap” Bryan, North’s great triple threat and fighting school idol, is suffer- ing at Quincy Hospital with a possible fractured hip ... There’s a commo-