Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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Early in September of the year 1943 Mergetroid Dillyrimple entered Q. H. S. enthused by the prospects ol a high school education. For some strange reason, Mergetroid’s enthusiasm was short lived, and the next day found him walking gleefully down Fremont Street, approximately fifty feet in front of a last moving Mr. Burnham... . Thus it came about that Mergetroid, on his third day of school, started searching, not too gleefully, for Mr. MacDonald’s office, which was easily found, for on the door was the name MR. WILSON in brass letters. Now that Mergetroid had decided to come to school faithfully, he found it necessary to know who the head of the English department was so at once made himself acquainted with Miss Dawes. How surprised Mergetroid was to find that, in only one term of school. Miss Dawes had changed completely even going so far as to change her name to Miss Carville! But Mergetroid was no fool; he wasn't born yesterday; with but little thought he realized that somebody else had taken Miss Dawes' place. Mergetroid found that this unpleasant habit of teacher changing extended even to the Gym. He had no sooner come to love Mr. Bowyer and look upon him as a father than he found himself with an athletic step-father, so to speak, Mr. Alvino. As a junior Mergetroid felt himself more or less of an old timer in the build- ing and grew less and less startled at the rapid succession of teachers coming into the building. Of course, Mergetroid’s great love for the silver screen soon brought about his meeting with Mr. Wilson—whom for some strange reason he now found in the office with the same name. Mergetroid has often wondered since then why, with Mr. Wilson's arrival, no one put up a sign with Mr. MacDonald's name on it. Things were getting pretty bad though. Mergetroid had to show twice as many teachers where their rooms were as he did sophomores. Of course, this situation had a great many possibilities, but Mergetroid refrained, by dint of self control, from sending any of his erstwhile instructors in search of the elevator. However, aside from a few struggles with new teachers and the inevitable battle of the Second Floor Faucets, Mergetroid spent a fairly uneventful year. His senior year however was one to remember. Somebody, later discovered to have been one of the Gremlins from the School Committee, had run over flic school with a wet paint brush. Mr. Wilson now sat in a different office, and Mr. Anderson sat in the other office (which was no longer marked Mr. Wilson”). Mergetroid had language trouble, for it seemed that no one would stay put in the building long enough to let out with a good strong “Acht!” Miss Carville, growing tired of her job and her name, changed both. Even the Gym was dis- turbed again, for Mr. McLean came back from wearing out weary sailors and started grinding the bones of all of the prospective male geniuses of Q. H. S. Another naval alumnus came back to take over his old place in the physics department. Mergetroid suffered the change from Mr. Poland to Mr. Rayner, who has an aversion to telephones and who seemed to be getting a commission from the Laurence Slide Rule Company. Yes, it was a year of change, but Mergatroid weathered them like a trooper. But it’s all over now. Mergetroid just went down to Miss Dawes’ room, which Miss Carville had occupied, to say goodby to Miss Poland, went up to Mr. Poland’s room to say goodby to Mr. Rayner, bid adieu to Mrs. Campbell in Miss Kelsey’s room, then went downstairs and into Mr. Collin’s office to say goodby to Mr. Wilson and into Mr. Wilson’s office to say goodby to Mr. Anderson. James Major page twenty-six

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 4 Strop Ct ar on a Goodness gracious! Where's that car? I can’t walk; it's much too far. Here it comes. Oh! what a mob! I wouldn’t want that motorman’s job. What a scramble! Hey! Thau’s my toe!” Every person becomes your foe. Listen, you. 1 got here first.” This car’s so full it’s ready to burst. Don't tell me! It’s moving! What misery! There isn’t room for tin- tiniest flea. Buz ! Buzz! Buzz! There goes that bell. Oh, look, Edie! Mary Jonathan fell.” We’re up! We're down! We’re in! We’re out! This is just like a ten-round bout. Quincy Point!” the conductor yells. And immediately comes the buzzing of bells. Pushing, shoving, squeezing through. Oh, here am 1, but where are you? Well, we are out. Oh, there you are! That certainly was a crowded car! Bf.ttina Bkina Gens I've often thought about the time When I would graduate, But now that it is very near, I wonder what's my fate. I might be like an eagle great And fly both free and high, Or maybe just a sparrow small And have my hopes nearby. However fate attends me now. I’ll do my very best To fill God’s expectations. And try life’s every test. Lots McHugh sr-j rv , ‘ page twenty-five

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