Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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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.

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