Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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EARS By Arthur Granville, 'jp “I’d rather have fingers than toes; I’d rather have ears than a nose....” These lines may appear to be merely humorous, hut we cannot escape the fact that under closer observation they yield much food for thought. Would you rather have ears than a nose? Naturally, there arc both advantages and disadvantages to having ears. Without ears it would be far more difficult to pick up the latest dirt about the neighbors-----on the other hand, it wouldn’t be necessary to scrub so diligently to remove superfluous dirt. (This is probably not the same dirt). Elephant ears flap; rabbit ears wiggle; engine ears—How did that get in there? If your ears flap or wiggle, you may be considered abnormal. If your ears flap, you will l e ridiculed; if vour ears can be made to wiggle, you are sure to be the life of the party. There are innumerable tyi es of auricles—so many, in fact, that we can only scratch the surface here. The tired-looking, droopy ear is fre- quently observed among the sophomores, who have not yet learned the danger of depositing pencils upon projections which yield so easily. The startled, or eager-looking ear, the type that makes sailing in a light breeze ridiculously easy is seldom a product of Nature alone; it is generally con- ceded that eavesdropping may lx? a contributory factor. Blusher’s ear is rare these days, but is ordinarily sj ectacular enough to repay one’s efforts to discover a specimen. This species is particularly interesting when com- bined with type two above. It was this combination which inspired those thrilling words, “Red Sails in the Sunset.” What is perhaps the most unpleasant type, the curtained or undergrowth is, fortunately, seldom found in the schools of the nation, but toss a discreet glance at Grandpa. The picturesque cauliflower is a worthy climax for any discussion of this type. The desired effect in this case is obtained by swiftly bringing the ear into contact with some solid object, such as a fist. Frankly, this is a foolish thing to do. Since the ignominious defeat of the up-swing hair-do, the feminine ear has been in hibernation, but the next time you confide something to the girl-friend, notice that delicate little ear, pink as an abalone shell. That word is not usually pronounced “ah! baloney!”—but in this case perhaps it should be. =l age Nineteen=

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CONSCIENCE Oh, God in Heav’n, forgive this tortured soul, Thrice blackened by the lowest sin of man. Oh. darkest deed that shall not go unpunished When Gabriel’s long kept-silent trumpet sounds The liberation of the Good on earth, Or dreaded knell of those who wicked were. Oh, God of all the wretched souls who roam Throughout the unforgiving world in search Of peace; of all, most penitent am I. For mine the blackest act in all the Karth; My sin on Heaven’s purity laid blight I-I, well, I stole a kiss last night. Charles Henderson, ’39 There once was a lady of Kmber, Whose dear husband died in September. Then for two weeks she cried And the next two she sighed, But she married again by November. Helene Gindorff, ’41 He had lived on the sea since his teens, Always dressed in his jacket and jeans. He had sailed the world over, And they called him “The Rover”, But at fifty he still hated beans. George Hodgkins, '41 There once was a student from Tech, Who was known as the Wizard Me Peck. If he’d had less yearning For test tubes and learning, He’d still have his head on his neck. William Fee, '39 (dnK3 There once was a man named McGuire, Who built him a cast-iron flyer. When asked, “Does it gof” He replied, “I don’t know; I’m waiting for some fool to try ’er.” James Robinson, '41 REBEL I’ve not an ounce of talent, I’ll never be a star, I haven’t what it takes, they say, To get me very far. I spend no time at study, And brains I do not cherish. So. with an undeveloped mind, I fear that I shall perish. I. tread the road to ruin, Without a guiding star. Since I’m a lazy person, I hope it isn’t far. Rita Muller, ’40 =] age Twenty-One.