Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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FRUSTRATION There was no need for preparation For such an easy recitation. Such was Petunia’s hallucination That ended in her ruination. Leaving her modest habitation En route to the hall of education. All of her filled with a wild elation. At thought of the grim week’s termination. Aroused from a flight of imagination, She gave a start with an exclamation When asked to give her interpretation Of an expostulated derivation. At once o’ercome with a faint sensation She rose and commenced with vascillation Before the class’s sibilation And to the teacher’s aggravation. 1 ler heart leaped up with a quick saltation. She felt a tintinnabulation In her mind — but no inspiration On how to meet that interrogation. At last she blurted with trepidation A few words minus enunciation. Then to calm her agitation She spent a moment of contemplation. In her pause of self-stabilization 1 ler face reflected radiation, For she had received an inspiration. Petunia gained the cooperation ()f all the class’s population, But caught — to her humiliation — In an attempted communication, Her knees were seized with a wild vibration; And much to the class’s fascination, She gave a perfect demonstration Of a victim of gross intoxication. Removed at last from her hopeless station By the teacher’s explanation Plus advice on some concentration, Petunia felt need for an expiation And wished for the quick elimination Of all instructors by extermination. But being a child with realization Of the benefits of an education. She agreed after careful cogitation To see it through until graduation. Mari i'. Bi.nfdi ru Movie Actor . . Van Johnson

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“GREETINGS FROM THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES . . .” When we receive our little greeting, We and the draft-board have a meeting. If we do not come at first request, Pretty soon we re under arrest. Once we’re there in the rush and din. Doctors, nurses, and questions begin. Before we know it, we re sworn in! Strong men are needed for land and for sea. But why on earth do they have to pick me? William White HANDS Whenever I look at hands, I wonder what fortune lies There in the lines and ridges; What beauty they might sculp; What murders they might commit; What lives they might save; What novels they might write; What sight they might give; What paintings they might do; Strange they must submit So often to evil. Lorraine Ferris M ovie “Goinc; My Way”

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ON LEAVING HIGH SCHOOL No more shall we have those classes: The tricky trig, and the senseless solid, The frantic French, and the provoking problems. The erroneous English, and the frustrating physics. No more shall we dash to the cafeteria, To listen to the chorus at the drop of a bottle. Or march to the auditorium to pledge our allegiance To our (lag, to our country, and to our teachers. No more may we attend the class meetings: To argue with our beloved president On questions of dances, rings, and pins, And to give our opinions on these essential things. All these chores may we do no more. For our days of gruelling labor are o’er. Now, the lucky one to college goes, But most of us arc to become G. I. Joes. Orchestra................................................Harry James Oswald Honkalehto An ornamental box, all gilt and red . . . A nickel to a hungry slot is fed. A symphony, a lingering tune . . . Sinatra baying at the moon! Lena Ha j.jar