Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 150 of the 1924 volume:

ffllKES EMlSCITUATBl Price 25 Cents Storage 370 CHI January ssue 1924 HIGH SCHOOL Boost Your Home Town ! ! Trade Where Your Grandmother Did WELCH'S SCITUATE HARBOR THE CHIMES Vol. 1 January 1924 No. 1 Member of Published by the Students of the Scituate High School, Scitiiate, Massachusetts Editorial Staff Editor-in-Chief Gertrude Stanley Assistant Editor Eulaila Pinkham Advertising Managers | Harriet AlexaxNder ( Louis Haartz Literary Editors Margaret Cole ( Lois Wilson 4.' -c A--, ( Sallie Murphy Athletic Editors tv ( George Murphy Pramatic Editor Barbara O'Connor Art Editor Franklin Sharpe Joke Editors f J ' '' LaVange ( Leavitt Morris Exchange Editor Ruth Welch We wish to express our sincere thanks to the business men of this town for their hearty co-operation in helping us to finance the first issue of our school paper, The Chimes. We, as a school, believe that while you are helping us in our project, you are also helping your own business. We hope, too, that the townspeople will patronize you and help to make the coming year a success. 2 THE CHIMES THE CHIMES Under what is known as Lawson's Tower, a rusty water tank fonnerly stood, uncovered. When Dreamwold Hall was completed, Mr. Lawson discovered that a good deal of the view was spoiled by the unsightly water tank. To remedy this, he presented a proposition to the Water Company. The proposition was to allow him to erect a building over the tank, in which, in time, chimes would be placed. The Water Company agreed, realizing that the building would add ta the beauty of the town, and the chimes would be very pleasant to hear. Lawson s Tower was erected in 1901, with a great expenditure of labor, time and capital. Early in 1902 Mr. Lawson verified his proposition by purchasing from Meneely and Company, West Troy, New York, a set of excellent chimes. The bells were placed one hundred and twenty-one feet from the ground, thus enabling practically all the residents of Scituate to hear their inspiring music. There is a sad incident connected with the tower, which is as follows : A young Swede, working on the tower, fell, and in a few minutes, he died. S uperstitious people believe that he is heard moaning after the playing of the chimes. When first installed, the chimes were rung an hour every night. After Mrs. Lawson 's death, they were not touched for many years, but as weddings occurred in the Lawson family, the bells were rung. The chimes were also played on special occasions such as holidays, and celebrations, I'held in the town. After Mr. Lawson s failure, Mr. Frederic Bailey purchased the chimes, and the Town of Scituate bought them from him in March, 1923, at the small price of three thousand, five hundred dollars. The tower was given to the Water Company. The chimes are now played automatically every morning at seven, and every evening at six. They are also played on special occasions by Mr. Frederic Bailey. As the chimes have a very interesting history, we hope our paper, which we have named for them, will have one as interesting. We also hope our Chimes will ring out as beautiful a message in the future as that of the original chimes. Marion Damon, '25. Bob Gardner — I was just fired. Gert Stanley— What for? Bob Gardner — For good. « « « w Rastus — Ah's always bearing other people's burdens. S nowball — How am dat? Rastus — Ah's a porter. THE CHIMES 3 EDITORIALS pity people who have no imagination. They must miss half the joy of life. This from the lips of a girl who had next to nothing, whose time was occupied helping with the work of a large family and her studies ; a girl who never went to the parties and theatres that other girls did. In her dreams she took wonderful trips to Europe and Alaska, and explored our own country. She had all the luxu- ries she longed for and went to party or theatre as her fancy desired. Here was a girl who, in spite of the sameness of her everyday life was happier than many a girl who has everything that she desires. I know a girl who is an only child. Her father and mother are very rich and all her life she has had everything she could wish for. Now she is a woman and unhappy. She is tired of life at twenty- five when most people are just beginning to really live. She is bored by the daily occurences around her. She has money to travel to the most beautiful and interesting places on earth but they hold no attraction for her. She can go to the most fascinating plays and hear the greatest musicians and operas, but she does not care for the plays and the wonderful music does not appeal to her. She can dance and frolic. She can have beautiful clothes, expen- sive jewelry and maids to wait on her, and yet she is unhappy. She has missed the good things in life. She has been pampered and spoiled until life holds no more for her. There is nothing left for her to anticipate, to work and wait for, because all her life everything has come to her. She does not realize that the things which we most appreciate are those which faith, hope, pa- tience and hard work bring us. The happiness we receive is our reward. Any young girl can brighten the apparently flat and neutral spots of life by merely slipping on her rose colored glasses. Then she can soar above the clouds dreaming her fanciful dreams. And when she comes back to earth again the world will seem brighter. She may hear the first bluebird or find the first snowdrop and the world will seem a beautiful place after all. Lois Wilson, '26. Last year, much to our sorrow, our chic little Miss Murray deserted the Scituate High School. Certainly it was going to be a hard task to find her equal. Vague rumors were circulated to the effect that her successor would be a man. Finally when the fall term opened, the students' critical eyes Were all turned toward Miss Murray's successor, Mr. Norton. Everyone wondered as to the outcome of this change. Gradually as time wore on, Mr. Norton seemed to more than fill Miss Mur- ray's place. Teaching chemistry, botany, and mathematics, acting as disciplinarian were a few of his duties. 4 THE CHIMES It almost seemed that one-half of the burden of the school rested on his shoulders although Mr. Martin had plenty of arduous tasks liimself. Much to the boys' joy it was discovered that Mr. Norton had a knowledge of football, a sport dear to the heart of every American boy. Gradually the respect of the entire school has been accorded him and we hope that he will continue his interest in the Scituate ' Margaret C01.B, '25. ''Shall we permit the High School pupils to use the Town Hall for basketball? I should say not! There wouldn't be a thing left of it. Now just a minute you fathers and mothers. Do you realize that therein lies a solution to a problem you face seven times a week: ''Isn't there something we can get Johnnie to keep him home at night? How many dollars do you spend each Christmas for books and games? Johnnie reads the books and grows tired of the games within a week or two and then you are just as worried as ever. Perhaps you bought him a radio. That was successful for a time but isn 't his interest beginning to wane now ? How many nights do you go to bed wondering whether Johnnie is just down at the 'alleys' as he always says he is, or hoping against hope that Sally is not out flivvering again? It is true that the present generation indulges in sports of which the past generation never even dreamed, but, are we wholly to blame that Susie Jones' quilting parties and Mary Morrison's candy-pulls are not included in our list of amusements ? Time has erased those from our list and in their place has inserted basketball as an indoor sport. Now you have denied us that and where are we? Of course we cannot completely blot out the memory of the care- less usage which the hall received at the hands of High School students but we feel sure that we can redeem ourselves. Won't you give us an opportunity? Can't you see that if we could play basketball, there would be a number of nights during the winter when you would know just where Sally and Johnnie were? And on evenings when there were no match games everyone would be so tired from the practice game in the afternoon that it would seem good to stay at home and read the sporting news and eat fudge. So if you will give us a chance to show you that we can use the Town Hall and still leave enough of it standing for the elections, if, instead of saying, ' ' Oh, yes, I suppose you might as well, ' ' you will attend our games and give us th strong support of your enthusiasm and if, in addition to all this, you will try to forgive any past grievances, we, by our conduct will make you forget. Eleanor Dwyer, '24. THE CHIMES 5 APPRECIATION OF THE PAGEANTRY CLASS The pageantry class is one of the newest additions to the school and to the art department. In the pageantry course we study c ostumes of the different na- tions, seasons, and holidays. It includes scenery and stage set- ting for plays and decorations for parties. During educational week we had great fun planning and ar- ranging the decoration for the luncheons served by the ''House- hold Arts Girls. We decorated the dining room five times in the Thanksgiving season, using different subjects but all appropriate for the season. This being the first year of the existence of the pageantry class we have not been able to w ork out an.y stage setting, but we are hoping to have the opportunity soon. The knowledge gained in this course, I think, -will prove most useful in the plays and parties of the future, after we have left school and attend college or belong to clubs and societies. Every- where people are needed who can arrange a stage setting properly or decorate for some holiday celebration using the right colors and symbols for the occasion. Many would willingly help, in fact would love to do this sort of thing if they had ideas and knew how to use them. Mrs. Ward, the head of the art department, is our enthusiastic teacher and makes the class most interesting. H. Alexander, '26. THE HIGH SCHOOL CAFETERIA The High School Cafeteria is being carried on in the Ainiex and is in charge of Miss Ina Litchfield. About fifty pupils eat there each day. The girls who are studying Household Arts help to prepare and serve the food. This gives them practical training in this work. In the Annex there is a long table on which the food is placed. Many different kinds of food are served, such as soup, cocoa, sand- wiches, candy, fruit, ice cream, etc. You can get an entire lunch or as much as you desire. None of the dishes cost over ten cents ; so a good lunch may be obtained for tw enty-five cents. On a cold day the hot cocoa and soup taste very good in addition to the cold sandwiches brought from home ; and on a w arm day everyone likes an ice cream cone. Each person, after buying his food, car- ries it to the place where he intends to eat it. After eating he is expected to take his dishes and place them at one end of the table where they are collected and washed. The teachers are served at a separate table, while the pupils have more than one table at which they may eat. There is also a dining room where guests are served. All the guests have expressed their admiration of the way our cafeteria is being managed. g Wheeler, '26. 6 THE CHIMES DRAMATICS Perhaps you are the very one who so enjoys an evening 's enter- tainment in which the actors and actresses are entirely unknown. Wouldn't you much rather attend a performance given by the local dramatic club, where you would recognize all the players? Most certainly you would. Therefore don't you think that drama- tics in High School should be encouraged? Don't let anything T may say persuade you ; reason it out for yourself. Twice a year each group of students in the language department entertains with plays, songs or recitations before the school. But do we stop at that? Indeed not, that is but a mere beginning as compared with the senior play or the play presented by the school as a whole, which is given as a public performance at the best local hall available. The enjoyment which the audience receives from these entertain- ments no matter how great, can hardly compare with the vast amount of good it has done the performers and those otherwise connected with its production. The actors and actresses can develop their minds for learning and memorizing in school, because in order to take his or her part well, the lines must be memorized and remembered as well. The art department is of great assistance in planning the stage and surroundings. Much competition enters in dramatics. First, rivalry among the students to play the various parts. Each student has an oppor- tunity to try out for the part for which he thinks himself best fitted, and the person who takes the part in public is the one who it best fitted for the part. Second, in the art classes the clever designers compete to produce their best work, for only the best is chosen to set off the play. Third, in the newly organized pa- geantry classes, the costumes are now planned; and last in the business department the typists compete in making an attractive program. So you see dramatics isn't all in the acting, for much work is done in the other school departments thus saving money and pro- viding training along these various lines of activity. The next time you witness one of our High School performances, consider the talent of the players, the intricate designs which make up the background, the clever costumes of the players and then inspect your program, and I think you will feel satisfied that you live in a town which has such an efficient high school. Therefore don't you think dramatics helpful to all courses and that they should be continued ? Barbara O'Connor. '23. THE CHIMES 7 MAKING THE FRENCH LANGUAGE INTERESTING The French play given by the pupils of the third year class at the Scituate High School was very good. In this play the character of each actor was well described. The French scene at the railway station was exceptionally good. The substance of the play was very humorous and the characters acted the parts very well. The cast represented father, mo ther and daughter traveling. Their means of support was not sufficient but they were trying to act as if they were in a better position, both financially and socially, than they actually were. The father was supposed to have a wonderful education, (which he had not) and he was trying to show his artistic knowledge by making comments about the station. This was a part well acted. The minor characters performed their parts skillfully also. The language of the French is not difficult, yet neither is it very easy to learn. Considering that the pupils have studied French only one and one half years, many of them are mastering it i emarkably well. Many citizens of the town were greatly im- pressed by the way the pupils spoke the French language. In the class room about one third of the time is devoted to conversation. Some of the pupils are corresponding with French students. It is this language that everyone, sooner or later will use in some part of his or her career. Rose Hernan, '26. Frye — Did you hear about the convict who stole a pair of policeman's pants and escaped? Damon — No. Frye — Well I read the headline in the paper. It is, ''Fleas in policeman's pants . We editors may tug and toil Till our finger tips are sore, But some poor fish is sure to say, I've heard that joke before. « Dull Latin Pupil — Say, what case do you put ' all his possessions ' in? Bright Pupil — Suitcase. Mr. Martin asked his class to write a composition on The Result of Laziness . Ben Curran, who was as witty as he was lazy, passed in a blank piece of paper. 8 THE CHIMES THE SCHOOL LIBRARY When we came back to school in September we were very much surprised to find old Room Two changed into a cheery little library. And it surely was a pleasant surprise, for up to this time our encyclopedias, dictionaries, biographies and reference books had been scattered around the building and we either wasted time finding them, or else we couldn't find them at all. Now we can walk into the library, look up the number of the book we want in the card catalogue, and find it in the bookcase. Of course, we became confused at first and could not find the books we wanted, but with Miss Dudley s help, which I am sure we all appreciated, we soon were able to get any book we needed to study. Now it is quite a pleasure to go and read about little subjects that are brought up in class, or study some of the facts we wish to bring out in recitations ; while before, we sometimes shirked our lessons with the very good excuse that we were not able to find the books containing the information we wanted. The library walls are covered with burlap so that interesting clippings may be pinned up. One corner is given over to clip- pings and pictures of the Ancient History students who are daily bringing in subjects of interest. One of the members of the Sopho- more English class put up a picture of David Warfield as Shylock as the class is reading The Merchant of Venice , and all the students are gladly bringing things interesting to different classes. Our library has but two bookcases at present, but it is so arranged that others may be added when needed. The three read- ing tables are used at all times by pupils seeking information. The students seem to appreciate this new addition to the school and when in the room conduct themselves in a quiet and business- like manner. The library is increasing rapidly as books are added from time to time. All it really needs is a good set of encyclope- dias which would be helpful to all students and especially to those studying general science and biology. This will, no doubt, be added to the school library in a short time. The school has really derived great benefit from the library and expects to see valuable additions in the future. Ray Ellis, '26. Heard in History Class M. Merritt (to history teacher) — Did Nero burn Rome? Mr. Martin — Yes. M. Merritt — His mother shouldn't of let him play with matches. • Pa — Whom do you go with every week-end? L. Wolfe (who doesn't get his meaning) — I only go with strong quarter-backs. THE CHIMES 9 ATHLETICS The Scituate High School should have a very good team next season. For an organization just starting, they are very good. It is composed of eight freshmen, which leaves practically the same material for next season. The team is young and, of course, has much to learn, but after practice will be able to play against any high school of its weight on the South Shore. McCarthy at calling signals has proved to be a snappy field general. Murphy, playing right half back and Dwyer at left half are good ball carriers and broken field runners. Webster playing fullback does the punting and has shown himself to be a valuable man in plunging through center for long gains. Sharp is very fast in getting down under the punts. Wherity excels at tackling and could also be used as a back-field man in carrying the ball. ''Watch 'em.'' Murphy, '24. It is the purpose of the pupils to prepare three issues of The Chimes this school year. The next issue is planned for Easter and the last for June. We would like to consider the possibility of making the June issue an Alumni number. We would like to enlarge and improve the magazine and possibly turn over a certain part of the space to the alumni. An active alumni association is a great asset to any school. It means added loyalty, increased and more intelligent interest, and it is a source of inspiration both to the undergraduate students and to the alumni. It would encour- age us greatly to have all alumni, who read this article, send us a letter, expressing opinions concerning this matter. The editors realize that there are many weak spots in this, our first, number of The Chimes. We shall learn by experience. Let every member of the school get this point now — it requires worth while ideas expressed in written language to make any kind of a magazine. Get busy ; think first, then write and rewrite until your thoughts live somewhat in the printed page. Editorial Board. The Glasses to Read With A peasant went to town and he noticed many things. For instance he noticed that many peasants wore eyeglasses while reading newspapers. The peasant entered an optician's and asked for glasses to read with. The optician tried on many pairs while the peasant looked at a hook; but each time answered, 'No, I can't read anything . The optician, tired of trying his glasses on the man, said to him, Do you know how to read? What a foolish question, he replied, 4f I knew how to read I would not want any glasses . 10 THE CHIMES BUCK It was ODn a bright spring day when a gray she-wolf walked proudly forth from her rocky cave, followed by a litter of four pups. When they reached the outdoors, the sunlight blinded them, but they soon became accustomed to the bright glare ; and after a time they began to play biting each other's ears and chasing each other about. Days passed quickly and the pups grew rapidly. The first lesson the she-wolf taught them was to kill. She caught a large rabbit, wounded it and then left the rest to the pups. They pounced about it and finally buried their little teeth in its throat and devoured it. Next she taught them to capture. She took them up by a big pine under which was a family of rabbits. When a rabbit appeared she pounced on it. The pups soon learned, and sometimes they separated, each at a hole by himself. The skillful one ate, and the clumsy ones went hungry except for a few left-over scraps. One moonlight night when they were all asleep in the cave, they were awakened by a whine. The she-wolf ran out whining back. The pups followed her, and upon reaching the outside, they saw a large collie, which they knew by instinct, was their father. He put up his ears and wagged his tail ; then going over to the largest pup, he lapped his face. The pup stood his ground and only smelled of his father. There was a deep love between them which was already understood. When the collie returned to his home he took the pup with him, although the poor little mongrel had all he could do to keep pace with his swift father. At last they reached the so-called home. It was a rustic log cabin. When the collie whined at the door, it was opened by a young man dressed in the uniform of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police. The dog and pup ran in and the young man immediately recog- nized the pup as belonging to the collie for they looked alike. He decided to name him Buck because of the color of his fur. Days passed into weeks and weeks into months. By fall Buck was as big as most full grown dogs. Billy, his master, had fed him well. One crisp) evening Buck and his father took their usual trot down to a nearby brook for a drink. Buck ran ahead and just as he started to drink, he heard a rifle crack, a yelp, a dull thud, and a groan ; then all was dead silence. Buck ran back to find his father dead with a bullet shot in his head. When he reached the cabin, he met Billy coming to investigate the noise. Billy showed the usual surprise and sorrow when one finds his pet dead. After a time he put Buck's father behind the cabin intending to bury him in the morning. Buck couldn't sleep because he missed his father and he became so restless that Billy let him out. THE CHIMES II As soon as he was outside he pricked up his ears for he heard a noise like that of someone tearing cloth. He went around back of the cabin and there was a man taking the pelt of his father. At the same time he smelled a scent just like the one which he had smelled when his father had been killed. He bared his teeth. That man had killed his father, he would kill him. With a powerful spring Buck jumped and landed on the man 's shoulders. The man grappled and finally drew a knife. A hot sharp pain shot through Buck. It was a fight for life so he buried his fangs deep in the man's throat. The man slowly released his grasp on Buck and finally he lay back lifeless, never to rise again. After Buck made sure he had defeated his opponent, he hob- led back to the cabin on three legs. Billy let him in when he whined and immediately discovered a cut betweeen his chest and right foreleg. Billy bandaged it and then taking his automatic, he went out to find out the cause. Going around back he stumbled over the body of the dead man. After he had dragged him around to the window, he recognized him as the man hunted by all the north country — Pierre Boulard, trap thief, and all around criminal. Going into his cabin he wirelessed for a patrol of men with two extra horses. The reply came back ''O.K. The next morn ing they came. Boulard was put on one horse, and Billy carrying Buck rode on the other. After twelve hours of riding, the party reached Moosehead Lodge, tired and cold. Upon entering the Lodge, Billy was greeted by three lusty cheers from his brother officers. Then Commander-in-Chief Carrigan advanced and put a captain's bar on Billy's shoulder, and a collar of elkskin and gold on Buck's neck. This was followed by a ban- quet. And now Billy is captain and Buck is mascot of the Moose- head Lodge Post. Robert Gardner, '26. THE CHIMES We thought, and thought, and thought in vain, To give our paper a proper name. The Script , the ''Scribe , and many more, But to get a good one, our hair we tore. When suddenly 'cross the lowly plain, We heard the chimes ring out songs of fame. As if in answer to our plea, It seemed to say, Name it for me . We hope The Chimes will bring to you Memories of school days old or new. Winifred Ward, '25. 12' THE CHIMES THE GREAT GAME The great day had come at last. It was the first of December, the date set for the big football game between Bradley College and Williams College. Everybody had been impatiently awaiting the time when the college championship would be decided. Both teams had been trained to perfection, and now in private, they were getting last minute instructions. There was to be a big ban- quet in the evening for the winning team. Dick Williams was playing the last game of his college career. He played fullback for Williams College, and also was captain of his team. He was urging the players to do their best. Now fellows , said he to the other players, ''everyone must play his best in order to win this game. Play clean and hard and if they win, it will be because they have the best team. ' ' The cheering that greeted them when they ran on to the field was deafening. The Bradley team was already there. After a few minutes of passing and kicking the ball, the referee called the two captains together. He flipped a coin. Captain Williams called, Heads . Bradley College won the toss and they chose to kick-olf. The game started, but during the first quarter, although it was very exciting, neither side scored. Each line held firmly and not much ground was gained. During the second quarter, things went a little differently. Bradley College recovered the ball on a fumble on Williams' twen- ty-yard line. Not being able to make any substantial gain through the line or around the ends, the fullback kicked a beautiful field goal which made the score 3-0 in favor of Bradley. The Bradley cheer leaders were dancing about like madmen. All the people were on their feet, calling on the Williams boys to make a touchdown. All in vain. The period ended with the score 3-0. During the intermission, Captain Williams called again upon his men to do their best. Fight boys , said he, fight and we'll win this game yet . And fight they did, but to no avail. The line of Bradley College was like a stone wall. Neither could the Bradley team make any gains on their opponents. Trick plays, forward passes, and line plunges were stopped as quickly as they started. The period ended with no further scoring. The fourth and last period began. For the first ten minutes nothing exceptional happened. Some people began to leave. Then came the break in the game. It was Bradley's ball on Williams' fifty-yard line. Captain Dick was playing about five yards in back of the line. He saw the left end of the other team run out to receive a forward pass. The ball came spiralling straight toward the hands of the waiting end; but just before it landed. Captain Dick grabbed it out of the air, and started racing down the field. THE CHIMES In an instant the crowd was on its feet yelling, shouting, and throwing hats into the air. There was only one man barring his path. If he could only get by ! He saw the man dive for his legs and he felt him grab one of his feet, but in some way he wriggled free and he ran as he had never run before. He crossed the goal line and made the touchdown. The cheering was loud and long. The touchdown made the score 6-3 in favor of Williams College. Before they had time to kick the goal, the whistle blew. The game was over. Williams College had won. The crowd rushed on to the field and put Captain Williams on their shoulders and began a snake dance around the field. He was the hero of the game, and he had won his last football game for his college. James Dwyer, '24. THE SCITUATE HIGH SCHOOL (With apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow) Under the climbing ivy. The Scituate High School stands, The School, a mighty one is it, Above the Scituate sands. The pupils within its red brick walls Are formed in loyal bands. The lessons are long and hard and tough, The books are old and worn, For in their days of usage rough, Their pages oft were torn. Day in, day out, from nine till three. You can see those pupils work. And the parents coming to visit school. Can see that they never shirk. When its twelve thirty-five at High School, You can hear the orchestra tune. You know the life they put in it, Is to make old Scituate boom. In the Scituate High School libr'y, You can find all the poems that you say. From the Gettysburg of memories, To the Flanders of today. Edward Driscoll, '26. 14 THE CHIMES ALUMNI NOTES Samuel Reddy '23, is in the employment of his brother at Con- toocook, New Hampshire. Arthur Sylvester '23, is attending the Eastern Radio Institute. Dorothy Gannett '23, is attending Bridgewater Normal School. Velma Pelrine '23, is employed at the Dreamwold Village office. Barbara O'Connor '23, is taking a post graduate course at the Scituate High School. Walter Pepper '23, is working in the South Station. Wesley Vines '23, is attending Northeastern University. Carlton Litchfield, Mildred Webster, Hilda Stenbeck '23, Eve- lyn Clapp, Mildred DriscoU '22, are taking courses at Boston Uni- versity. Ruth Hall is employed as stenographer in a State Street broker s office. Helen Lee is at home. Mary O'Hern '23, is attending Bryant Stratton's Business School. Leo Murphy '23, is employed as stenographer in a Boston office. George Webb '23, is at home. Ina Litchfield '22, is in charge of our cafeteria. Alma Jenkins '22, is attending Simmons College. Kenneth Bates '22, is attending Normal Art School. Gertrude Ward '21, graduate of Perry Normal School, is teach- ing at Matfield, Mass. Alice Doherty '21, is at home. Nellie Sharpe '21, is attending Framingham Normal. Maude Webb '22, is employed at the Scituate Telephone Ex- change. Louise Murphy '22, is employed as stenographer at G. Dana Yea ton's office. Heard in Calisthenics R. B. — What is the name of this dance? E. B. — She said it was the Ox dance. R. B. — It looks more like the Cowslip. «•  H. J. (getting ready to take dictation at the office) — Gert, doep he go fast? G. S. — Does he go fast, where ? H. J. — Mr. Martin in dictation. Mr. Norton — What question is it that is bothering you, George? G. Merritt — It isn't the question, it's the answer. THE CHIMES 15 CAN YOU IMAGINE Miss Elliott giving a short home lesson? Herbert Frye being out of Life-Savers ? Everyone agreeing in the Senior Class meetings? Leavitt Morris when he isn't winking at someone? Bessie Seannell not asking questions? Ruth Welch not on the Senior Class Dues Trail ? Martha Lincoln not telling jokes? Gordon Tucker not passing out gum? Eleanor Dwyer not having anything to do at noon? Glea Cole not getting the corner seat in the barge? Mae Flaherty being prepared in French? Amy Frye knowing her history lesson? Gertrude Stanley looking serious ? What Economics would be without the bread line at the pencil sharpener? George Murphy not talking? Why the Seniors sneezed in Economics? Miss Callahan couldn't. There are many schools like Scituate High, No matter where you go, But Henry's millions couldn't buy Another we 'd love so. Its walls are worked artistically, With outlines large and bold, But why in the winter must it be So very, very, cold? The pupils are a lively bunch, The teachers aren't so slow. And as for the daily Annex Lunch, It 's the best there is, I know. We have a well filled library, With most interesting books. And the Office and Assembly, Are not so bad on looks. In Nineteen twenty-five or so, I hope my class will say, I hate to graduate and go. But we'll come back so me day. Velma LiTCHPmiD, '25. 16 THE CHIMES FRESHMEN BOYS AND THEIR FAVORITE SAYINGS waiter Stone — I don 't believe it ! george Clapp — I come from W. Hanover! wllmur morgan — Let's have a rasel (wrestle), john sTanley — I doubt it! paUl quinn — I got a new idea! f rAnk whittaker — Aw, go on ! george merriTt — Go on with yal malcolm mErritt — No kiddin'! Charles Harris — Wa'na fight? alien vinal — Aw, quit it! sturGess evans — Why don 't ya I cHarles Sylvester — I hate History ! Stafford Short— I don't! Charles lowe — Ya, I know it ! joHn davy — How are you vine o 1 girl ? rObert bonney — Let's skip! gOrdon tucker — Cut it out ! wiLliam Jenkins — You kin ! CoLTON Morris, 27. EXCHANGES This being our first issue of The Chimes, we are very grateful to the following schools for sending their papers : The Echo, Sumner High School, Holbrook, Mass. Fine jokes and poems. The Ahhis, Abington High School, Abington, Mass. A very good paper, especially the literary department. The Partridge, Partridge Academy, Duxbury, Mass . A fine paper. The Meteor, Berlin High School, Berlin, New Hampshire. Ex- cellent in every department. THE PRINTING BOUNDBROOK PRESS Prompt Service Twenty-three Years at the Beasonable Prices Old Stand Tel. 228-2 Estimates Furnished on all North Scituate, Mass. classes of THE CHIMES IT WRITE A POEM FOR THE CHIMES Write a poem for the Chimes, Put some pep into your rhymes, Make it witty, make it strong Make it short or make it long. Write the latest news in it, So our paper '11 make a hit, Write of creatures wild or tame. Write of folks well known to fame. Write of travel; write of art. Every one must take a part. Write of everything you see, Write of things that ne'er may be. Write of sinner ; write of saint, Write of new or old things quaint. Be you bold or faint of heart Just please try and make a start. Hazel Eaton, '26. Miss Hastings — Who is the first lady of the land ! 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FILL YOUR NEEDS IN SEASON WELCH'S SCITUATE HARBOR SCITUATE TOWN LIBRARY 3 1644 00278 8451 THE CHIMES Vol. 1 April, 1924 No. 2 THE CHIMES Member of Published by the Students of the Scituate High School, Scituate, Massachusetts Editorial Staff Editor-in-Chief Gertrude Stanley Assistant Editor Eulaila Pinkham Advertising Managers { Harriet Alexander ( Louis Haartz Literary Editors f Margaret Cole 1 Lois Wilson Athletic Editors | ' v p y I George Murphy Alumni Editor Barbara O'Connor Pramatic Editor ) Art Editor Franklin Sharpe Joke Editors LaVange ( Leavitt Morris Exchange Editor Ruth Welch Finance Editor Evelyn Bonney We wish to express our sincere thanks to the business men of this town for their hearty co-operation in helping us to finance the second issue of our school paper, The Chimes. We, as a school, believe that while you are helping us in our project, you are also helping your own business. We hope, too, that the townspeople will patronize you and help to make the coming year a success. 2 THE CHIMES We have received many congratulatory letters about our cover design. Among them is one from the principal of the Normal Art School, Boston, Mass. February 25, 1924. Mr. Malcolm A. Merritt, High School, Scituate, Mass. Dear Mr. Merritt: — Recently I came across an article telling about your High School paper and illustrating your cover for the same. I am writing this to congratulate you upon the excellent piece of design v hich you created. As a High School cover designed by a freshman in the school it is most excellent. Please share these congratulations with your supervisor, Mrs. Ward, for undoubtedly her influence has had something to do with bringing about the opportunity for such good work in the High School. I sincerely hope that you may, after graduating from high school, carry on in this field — possibly in the State Art School, or possibly somewhere else. Very sincerely yours, Royal B. Farnum. The editor-in-chief received the following letter from Mrs. Royal B. Farnum, who was bom in North Scituate and was a graduate of the Scituate High School. 21 Walter Street, SomerviUe, Mass., February 6, 1924. To the Editor-in-Chief of The Chimes: My dear Miss Stanley — It gives me great pleasure to congratu- late the Scituate High School for having The Chimes for their school paper. I also congratulate Malcolm A. Merritt, the artist. North Scituate being my birthplace, I am always very much interested in that which takes place in the old home town. ' ' Go forth in your work Work hard, do not shirk ; There's much can be done thru The Chimes. Begin now to write. Think deep, with your might; You may get ahead of The Times. ' Whatever you do May The Chimes ring true. As the months go by and the years May you keep in view The best tho they're few. The choice and the best of ideas. Very sincerely, Flora Bailey Farnum. THE CHIMES 3 ARTS ''Have you visited Koom 12? No, where is it, and what is it used for? ' ' Why, it is our art room located in the east side of the basement. If it were only Monday or Wednesday, I would take you down there and show it to you. But as it is not, I will tell you about the classes I am in and their accomplishments in the art room. ' ' The commercial lettering class studies free hand lettering and color and design as applied to advertising. The free hand drawing class studies the human figure, object drawing, and perspective in advertising using both water color and poster paint. We often are called upon to make posters for local entertain- ments. The drawing class puts on the illustration ; then the letter- ing class adds the printing. During National Education Week the two classes made the announcement cards for the style show given by the Household Arts girls in the Town Hall. We are now work- ing on posters for our coming school vaudeville show and have quite a number completed. The competition for cover design on our school paper. The Chimes, was very interesting. It was open to every person in the school, although I believe that no one outside the art classes passed in any sketches. Everyone in the art classes drew eight designs. He could then submit them all or only the ones which he consid- ered the best. The faculty acted as judges. The decision was by elimination. The cover designs handed in were weeded down to fifteen possibilities: W. Torrey (1), A. Bragdon (2), R. Bean (1), M. Merritt (3), S. Short (2), F. Sharp (3), E. Pinkham (1), W. Ward (1), and P. Quinn (1). The judges made five choices, and finally selected F. Sharp's and M. Merritt 's. Because of ill- ness. Sharp was not able to submit his to the printer, who was to use the design that would copy the best. Special mention was made of the cover by Torrey. His idea was clever, but more suitable for a fly-leaf. Quinn 's design was particularly good as a picture of the tower and surroundings. We have received a great many com- pliments on our artistic cover design. Mr. Merritt has received letters of congratulation from the principal of Normal Art School, Boston, and the dean of the Cleveland School of Art. Mrs. Ward is always pleased to have visitors come to her classes. It will really pay you for the trouble it takes, to drop in some day and see the classes at work in the art room. A person cannot imagine the room and the work it puts out until he actually sees it for himself. F. T. S. The middle-aged man had just broken the world record for fifty- yard dash. ' How in the world did you acquire such speed ? ' ' someone asked. Crossing the streets in the downtown districts, ' ' he replied. 4 THE CHIMES P THE CHIMES stands for conduct In which we shine, It's also for cleverness As shown in this rhyme. is for happiness A slogan so bright, With that as our goal We will always walk right. is for ideals We hold nobly in mind, And strive every day Higher plains to find. stands for moments That fly swiftly by. Welding and strengthening Each friendly tie. is for excellence. We all hope to achieve. With the help of our faculty We '11 have no cause to grieve. stands for our school, Of which we are proud, Let three grand cheers Ring out hearty and loud. Hark! The chimes are ringing, The echoes printed here. Pleasant thoughts are bringing Throughout the whole school year. Ruth LaVange, '27. THE CHIMES 5 ATHLETICS The pupils of the Scituate High School wish to express their appreciation to the voters of the town for their whole-hearted response to our request for the use of the Town Hall. When the next basketball season comes, the High School will have a team which will be able to play any other team on the South Shore. Then the voters of the town can have somewhere to go on the winter evenings. We all knov the responsibility that goes with, this permission, but it is safe to say that this privilege will not be abused. If we show our appreciation by the right use of the hall it will go a long way toward developing athletics in the future. The Scituate High School Athletic Association is making pre- parations for its baseball season. The positions on the team are being sought with much enthusiasm. The battery candidates were called out the first week in April. A squad of six men responded, and the new men are trying hard, to make a position on the team. Curran seems to be the choice for catcher. At first b£tse we shall have Murphy covering the bag. Dwyer, our last year's center-fielder, is trying for second and is being pressed hard by the other boys who are after the keystone position. At third base you will see Webster stopping everything; and at short-stop McCarthy, a dependable hitter at all times, will round up what appears to be a promising infield. Then turning to the out-field, w e have Ford, a very good man,, taking care of left field, and at center field it seems to be a toss-up between Gardner, Paulin, and Cole, all of whom are good players. Right field will most likely be guarded by Rice, a freshman. The school is intending to give a vaudeville show in April for the benefit of the Athletic Association, and it is hoped that this will increase our funds, which already are in excess of those of last season. We have an efficient coach in Mr. Norton, who is working hard to turn out a real team. He is spending much of his time in devel- oping a good hitting squad. The tentative schedule for the season is as follows : April 19 — Alumni at Scituate. April 22 — Duxbury at Dux- bury. May 2 — Holbrook at Scituate. May 6 — Cohasset at Cohasset. May 9 — Hanover at Scituate. May 14 — Powder Point at Dux- bury. May 16— Randolph at Ran- dolph. May 20 — Kingston at Kingston. May 23 — Duxbury at Scituate. June 3 — Hanover at Hanover. June 6 — Kingston at Scituate. June 10 — Holbrook at Hol- brook. June 18 — Cohasset at Scituate. G. Murphy, '24. 6 THE CHIMES GIRLS' ATHLETICS The girls of Scituate High have already comraenced to loosen their muscles in preparation for the coming base ball season. Our team was organized in, the spring of 1923. As this was our first year of baseball, our schedule was very limited, the only games being with Hingham and Cohasset. On their own diamond Hing- ham was rather easily the victor over our team, but we turned the tables when they visited us. The same thing happened with Cohasset. These were good games and everybody seemed to enjoy them. Although we played only four games we proved ourselves worthy of Scituate High School. The players of '23 were as follows : Marguerite Pratt, pitcher ; Barbara Brown, catcher Catherine Murphy, first base; Harriett Alexander, second base ; Helen Pelrine, third base ; Kose Hernan, short-stop ; Sallie Murphy, left fielder ; Eulaila Pinkham, right fielder; Ray Ellis, center fielder; Glea Cole also helped in the pitching. This team had as leaders Barbara Brown, captain, and Catherine Murphy, manager. This year there is still more promising material, as most of last year's players are still able to play, and much is expected from the new girls who are trying for the team. The candidates for the team of '24, as far as at present indicated, are : Eulaila Pinkham, Catherine Murphy, Rose Hernan, Sallie Murphy, Alice Sexton, Glea Cole, Loretta Wolfe, Ruth LaVange, Vivian Newcomb, Helen Webb, Ethel Stonefield, Evelyn Barry, Winifred Ward, and Irma Hobson. Eulaila Pinkham was elected manager, as she is very efficient in that sort of work. Priscilla Fish has undertaken the position of assistant manager. Catherine Murphy was chosen captain of the team. The number of games this year has been increased and the sched- ule includes games with larger surroun,ding towns. We assure you that a game having the Scituate High girls as players, will be worth seeing, for every day in every way we are growing better and better. Catherine Murphy, Sallie Murphy. « If I had a Rolls Royce, we would go for a ride I at the wheel and you. Brown Eyes, beside And we would ride till we saw a swinging sign At an inn somewhere, and there we 'd stop and dine And dance — oh ! To dance with you, ! and talk ! If I had a Rolls Royce ! Say, will you go for a walk ? THE CHIMES 7 THINK IT OVER In these days of excitement and rush we seldom take time to think about the most important features of our lives. Those which we consider to be minor details, we pass over without a second thought. But is anything directly connected with our lives at home or at school really unimportant? At first you may say, Why of course, there are any number of unimportant happenings in one's every day life. ' ' But, — think it over. What are some of them ? ' Some unimportant things ? ' ' you say. ' ' Oh ! that 's easy. Noth- ing that happens in a school day is of much importance anyway ! ' Let's talk it over. You say that you do practically noth 'ng during the day, at least from seven o 'clock until four, which would make even a slight impression upon your future life? Well, per- haps not. Let's leave that for a moment. Isn't your school day routine somewhat like this: Your mother calls you at seven o 'clock ; and you grumble because you have to get up so early, and act as though she and the School Committee were in league to spoil the best sleep you have had for a week. Then you complain that the room is chilly; and you hate oatmeal ; and you 're not going to take any more lunches if you have to eat squash pie. Because you won't have time to put your tie on until you reach school, you stuff it into your pocket and trust to luck that you will not miss the bus. But just as you get in sight of Central Street you see it stopping in front of the Jenkins School, and you hope to goodness it will get a flat tire. There is no need of the driver's starting so early anyhow! Perhaps he sees you and obligingly waits; then, with a withering glance or, more likely, none at all, you pass within. Did you apologize for delaying him or thank him for waiting ? ' ' No, of course not ! That's what he's paid for! Those are only two instances. All day such things happen. You are inattentive, talk while instructors are striving to explain prob- lems, perhaps for the third or fourth time. Coming over from the Annex you close the doors in their faces rather than wait a moment to let them pass. You ask for a pencil, book, or pen ; and when you receive it do you say, ' ' Thank you ? If not, is it because you are afraid of being laughed at ? In that case you had a fellow-sufferer ; Columbus was laughed at when he said that the earth was round. His proposition was a more difficult one to prove than yours, yet he proved beyond doubt that he was right. You go to the office for an explanation of a mathematical problem. Mr. Martin ex- plains and figures and diagrams it for you until at the end of a half hour you begin to show faint signs of intelligence. Before you leave, do you try to make him feel that he has helped you under- stand it a little better than you did, and that you are gratefi l to him? ' 8 THE CHIMES Instead of answering now, take a few minutes that you can spare (while the attendance is being checked up or while you are waiting for the assembly period to begin) and try to realize that during your school career you are more than a student, — you are a builder. Each thought you think, each act you db, is a brick laid in the foundation of jour character. Think It Over! Eleanor Dwyer, '24. BOOKS Did you ever realize what good friends books are ? Yet they are frequently misused. The pages soiled and torn, bindings broken, and the book is in every way carelessly treated. Imagine what it would be like to live without a single book. Did you ever think of that before? Surely it doesn't seem very pleasant. For books are friends that are always ready and willing to give us pleasure or information. By means of them we can travel to all parts of the Tvorld; skate and snowshoe in Switzerland or Alaska, enjoy the warm breezes of Florida, explore the unknown wilds of Africa, or go back hundreds of years and discover how the people of bygone days lived. There are books to interest all people, young and old, rich and poor. Whether you like travel, history, exploration, romance, thrilling science, mathematics, adventure or simply Moth- er Goose stories, you can have your choice. Abraham Lincoln tramped miles in all kinds of weather to secure books. These he read and studied by the dim, flickering light of an open fireplace. When one of these borrowed books was partly destroyed by an acciden,t he worked in the fields to pay for the damaged book. How many of us would do the same? We who have not half the trouble to secure books and who have comfortable homes, schools and libraries in which to read them do not appre- ciate this fact and handle the books without care. You would never intentionally harm your best friend — so w hy injure books ? They are true friends and even if they cannot speak their thanks they will in various ways show their appreciation of your kindAess. They will last much longer and look much more attractive. You know you 3o not like to read books that are soiled and torn. Neither does anyone else. So if you do not own the book for the sake of those who have it after you treat it as it should be treated. There is always pleasure in owning a collection of books which you may have brought together with great work and from distant places. Learn now to know and love books. Let them be your friends. Use them with respect and in them you will find unending enjoy- ment. Helen Healy, '26. THE CHIMES 9 GIRLS (From a Boy's Point of View.) Aren't girls queer? Yes, they certainly are! When they do their level best to look way over our heads and say in a freezing tone that their tastes differ from ours, I'm more than ready to agree. ''When I look at those funny coats made of that gray, curly stuff, and the great, long narrow skirts 'like grandmother used to wear,' I feel like saying, 'Oh yes, you may have taste, but mine is mostly distaste.' And would you believe it, fellows, they, — who take all the courses the school offers in civics and American history, and who call themselves patriotic Americans, — wear Koman sandals, Egyp- tian earrings, Russian blouses, English top-coats, Chinese wishing rings, Spanish combs and Scottish tams. They even boast that their handkerchiefs are made of Irish linen and that their cosmetics come from France. ' ' Every time a fellow gets a good radio selection some girl w ants the earphones on and all that good music goes to waste. Why should she expect to hear it if she insists on wearing those things they call 'doughnuts' over their ears? Of course they are too economical to put any holes in 'em. So much for their deafness. Another affliction girls have is headaches. I can understand how the mumps spread through the town so thoroughly but I can- not fathom what makes headaches 'catching.' I surmise that it is the gaily colored bands that seem to accompany the cure. It must be something powerful though, 'cause last summer almost every girl succumbed to the disease, or to the band anyway. ' ' Cloth is terribly scarce this year. They manufacture plenty of tweeds and serges for us fellows, but the silks and satins that the girls use must be fearfully expensive, — they can't afford even sleeves ! And yet we send money to clothe the Russians ! I could marvel at this subject for hours and yet I only skim the surface. ' ' Woe unto Solomon 's title of ' Wise Man ' had he lived to tiy his hand at successfully writing an 'Essay On Our Modern Girl.' Eleanor Dwyer, '24. Didja study much last night? Ya, a little, didn't have much time — had to fill my fountain pen, answer a letter, find a clean shirtwaist and then read Thb Chimes. Violinist (to daughter) — Why do you use paint? Daughter — For the same reason you use resin. Pa. To help me draw my beau. 10 THE CHIMES EXHIBITS FOR MARSHFIELD FAIR Marshfield Fair may seem a long way ofi but nevertheless, it's time to give it some consideration. What are you going to exhibit this year ? You probably haven 't given it a thought yet. But there are only a few more weeks of school and then vacation will be here.  So much to do ! If you have thought of it at all, you have probably said, Oh there's plenty of time. I'll do it tomorrow. And tomorrow never comes. It's easy to put things off, always saying that we will do them tomorrow. If some one asked you if you loved Scituate High, if you were loyal to it, and if you would always stand up for it and do what you could to make it better, you would invariably answer yes. And, yet don 't you often ' ' put it off until tomorrow ? ' ' You wouldn't like to go to Marshfield Fair and see exhibits from Marshfield, Duxbury, Kingston, Norwell, Hanover, Hanson and Pembroke, and none from Scituate. But if we are to have an exhibit we must get to work — now. Perhaps you say you cannot write stories or draw. If you can- not draw, perhaps you are a good penman. There is an opening for everyone ; and everyone must do his bit for Scituate High. A pamphlet stating the classes and prizes will be circulated in the schools soon. Beside the school exhibits there are those for individuals. Per- haps you like gardening. But if you are to raise flowers, you must soon begin. See how many varieties of annuals you can raise. Perhaps you will win the prize. You may say that you couldn't win a prize. You never know till you try. And although we cannot all win prizes, the display that the school makes counts a lot and shows people that we have school spirit. H. L. W., '26. A PROBLEM For many years the boys, and more recently the girls, have played base ball on the Common. It is situated in a very convenient location and no one every thought of playing anywhere else. It is true that many balls dropped in the cemetery an4 forced the third baseman to vault the stone wall; but that was all in the game. Every year on Memorial Day the High School play their annual game with the Legion. And there is another reason that makes the Common very desirable; namely, it is so near the cemetery that immediately after the exercises held in the cemetery are finished the game can begiuu However, many complaints were reported to the Park Depart- ment. Many people with houses adjoining the park reported broken windows from the balls and many complained that the boys trespassed on land other than the ball field. There was also the THE CHIMES H dai ger of being hit as one rode along the street by the cemetery. Of course if such a thing should happen the people would, in all events, sue the town for damages. Finally, last summer, the complaints came in so thick and fast that the Park Department has decided to close the Common to base ball. Consequently the High School will be left without any field in which to play their home games. What are we going to do ? That is the question,. The only thing really left to do is to fix the large field adjoining the schoolhouse. Last year an attempt was made to clear the lot from stones, but there still is quite a lot of work to be put on it before it will be ready for use. The High School pupils must realize that it is up to them to provide a ball field for themselves. Money must be raised to be expended on this project and money-raising means ''work. Many citizens of the town have already volunteered to help the cause by offering their services. Let's take advantage of circumstances and prove that we can have a base ball field of our own ! M. C. Cole, '25. COOKING LESSONS IN S. H. S. A. When every Tuesday comes around, We must have clean aprons, so I've found. We sit at the tables ready to start. And Miss Barrows gives us each our part. We take our recipes and study them hard. Do we use Crisco, Butter or Lard ? Then ask questions by the mile, Even Miss Barrows has to smile. Then with a very assuming air. We put on caps to cover our hair. And start the task before us lying, Either roasting, broiling, baking, or frying. We look at the clock ; it 's quarter to one, Oh Gee whiz ! the dishes aren 't done. We set to work with earnest haste We haven't a minute to spare to waste. When the sink is clean. No dirt to be seen. Then all our faces begin to beam. For our lesson is finished without regret, But we're glad to have something to eat, yon bet ! Mary Mitchell, '26. 12 THE CHIMES ALUMNI NOTES An active Alumni Association is an asset to any school or col- lege. We, as a school, are endeavoring to reach all Alunmi of the Scituate High School, an d request those interested in our Alma Mater to send to the Alumni Editor as many names and present addresses of their classmates as possible. We are planning to make our graduation Chimes an Alunmi number. Won't you please co-operate with us? We now have the following names. Is yours here ? If not, why not ? 1920 Alma Lincobi is now Mrs. Clinton Merritt. Dorothy Bates is now Mrs. Carl Stenbeck. Doris Damon is a telephone operator in the Norwell Exchange. Marion Fitts is npw Mrs. Wilson Brown. Lionel Bush is attending Noi-mal Art School, Class of '24. William Yargus is attending Boston College. 1919 Evelyn Merritt is employed in the Old South Building. Florence Scannell is a telephone operator at the Scituate Ex- change. Ellis Litchfield is a plumber, employed by Mr. Frederic Bailey. 1918 Dorothy Simpson is a pian,oforte teacher in Scituate. Norma Morris is now Mrs. Willis Totman. Frederick Haartz is an insurance agent. Alice Jenkins is now Mrs. Fred Stanley. M. Elizabeth Stanley is employed in the office of the Jenny Man- ufacturing Company. 1917 Mildred Appleford is now Mrs. Prank Tinney. Lois Clapp is now Mrs. Humphrey Turner. Anna Wilder is working in Boston. 1916 Esther Cole is now Mrs. George Burrows. Celeste Callahan is now Mrs. William Murphy. Alice Cole is teaching in New Jersey. 1915 Ethel Duffy is employed at Ellsworth Curtis' office at the Harbor. Edward Ward is a mail carrier at Holbrook, Mass. Fred Waterman is the proprietor of the local greenhouse. THE CHIMES 13 f 1914 Edward McCarthy is in the U. S. Army, stationed at Honolulu. 1913 Frederick Brown is a dentist at North Scituate. 1912 Anna Murphy is teaching school at Revere, Mass. Charlotte Reddy is a stenographer employed by the Boston Con- solidated Gas Company. Henry Bearce is a local fish dealer. 1911 Cecelia Ainslee is n,ow Mrs. Frederick Brown. ; Martin Welch is employed as a printer in Boston. Florence Dorr is now Mrs. George Fleming. Grace Bailey is employed as a stenographer in Boston. Gladys Roberts is the assistant post-mistress at North Scituate. Harold Cole is the Tax Collector for the Town of Scituate. 1908 Katherine Hill is now Mrs. Walter Enos. 1907 Carrie Doten is now Mrs. Thomas Dwyer. 1903 S. Gertrude Gillis is now Mrs. Ralph Bray. George Otis is a local meat dealer. Barbara O'Connor, '23. WOULDN'T IT BE QUEER IF— Walter were a Rock instead of a Stone? John were a Livingstone instead! of a Stanley? Priscilla were a Bird instead of a Fish? Winnie were a Hathaway instead of a Ward? Lauretta were a Fox instead of a Wolfe? Stafford were Long instead of Short? Charles were a Rhode (road) instead of a Lane? Franklin were Dull instead of Sharp ? May were a Packard instead of a Ford ? Ruth were a Pea instead of a Bean ? Charlie were High instead of Lowe ? Glea were Wood instead of Cole (coal) ? Edgar were a Lowland instead of a Hyland (highland) ? Harriet Alexander, '26. 14 THE CHIMES CURRENT EVENTS Amy Frye needs some nerve tonic to take during English so that she can recite before the class. She already has a doctor's certifi- cate— now for the tonic ! We wonder where Evelyn Bonney got the name of ' ' Donna. ' ' One would think that there was a band of Quakers at S. H. S. when he sees all the ' ' Bobber Sets. ' ' We regret to lose Lillian Renton, who has moved to Boston. She was one of the most popular girls of the Sophomore Class. We wonder whether Amy and Mae really dressed in the dark and forgot to put on shoes that were mates — or was it something else? Some students at S. H. S. try their hardest to reduce by walking to school, and their efforts are not in vain because if they are tardy they must remain one hour after school, thus providing more exer- cise. Mr. Martini is always willing to co-operate with us. One of our alumni, Ernest Gray, visited school recently. He is a student at Brown University and is a member of Phi Beta Kappa Society. The Household Arts Sophomores went to Boston with Mrs. Ward on a furniture buying expedition. The Freshmen, who thought that they were neglected, had to go to Boston on a shopping tour with Miss Barrows. They, however, did mostly window shopping. Again the Sophomores took a trip, this time under Miss Barrows' (supervision. They visited the Woman's Education Union in the morning, having lunch there. In the afternoon they went to the Peter Bent Brigham Hospital to observe methods, equipment, etc. This was in connection with their Home Nursing Course. On March 25 school closed at 2 o'clock in order that the faculty might attend the Woman's Club an,d listen to an address by Dr. Payson Smith, our Commissioner of Education. We hate to walk home after 3.30, but don't mind it at all, if we get out at two. Wouldn 't a lot of money be saved, if we didn 't have to ride home f M. Flaherty, '24. G. Stanley, '24, ''Now Elsie, said a teacher of a juvenile class, ''what meal is it we eat in the morning ? ' ' Oatmeal, responded Elsie promptly. , Demosthenes, (walking along the beach with a pleased smile on his face) — One mouthful of these cough drops is worth one million of the common pebbles. Teacher — Your last paper w as very difficult to read. Your work should be written so that even the most ignorant will be able to understand it. Student — Yes, sir. What part didn't you understand. — Lord Jeff. THE CHIMES 15 SCITUATE HIGH NEWS IN THE YEAR 2024 Ten pupils from the senior class left the Harbor this a. m. on the airship Aluna for a trip to the moon. Professor Martinio accom- panied our young travelers. All wore the new heat and cold resisting suits, and were well supplied with tanks of oxygen and food tablets. On landing, Professor Martino will instruct the class in regard to the birth and death of planets, fossils, minerals, and fauna of other planets than our own. They all hope to bring back many interesting souvenirs to add to the school collection. — 0 — In the radio class rapid progress is being made in the Martian language. While we have not as yet been able actually to reach the planet Mare, we know that it is only a question of time. Now that we can communicate with the Martians so easily, it seems well for the coming generation to learn the language, as undoubted- ly the older planet will be able to teach us many things we do not as yet know. — 0 — All the pupils have been put through the mentality test machine this month, and many were found starting in the wrong direction. Nine good carpenters had started to take classical courses, and ten good cooks had ambition to become stenographers. All were re- directed, as the machine never makes a mistake. Life is so much pleasanter when everyone is filling his right place in the world. — 0 — We wish to mention, not boastfully but proudly, our star pupil Grace Howe Smart, who has made all her points in two years. Grace says she aims for the Presidential chair. ''Keep trying, say we. And we do not doubt that she will get there. She has a fine example to follow in the career of our great President of the United States, Miss Lotta Brains. 16 THE CHIMES An amusing accident occurred this morning. Howard Litchfield and Andrew Bates collided on their way to school. Bates had a new Advanco flying machine and he ' was not wholly familiar with the new gears, he says, and turned to the left instead of to the right. Both machines w ere damaged, but having the resistant gravity slides, now required by law, they just floated aimlessly around all the morning. The air battalion of the school going up for practice at noon brought them down amid much joking and laughter. — 0 — Perhaps all the students of the High School have not heard of a reduced rate trip of great interest to the history class. An under water ship flying between here and Europe had a slight accident that threw her off her course. To the captain 's amazement, the lost continent of Atlantis was discovered. Glass bottomed ships are now ready to take students at very small prices to the scene for the purpose of studying the architecture, etc., of a civilization greater than our own. A teacher must accompany each body of students applying for tickets. — 0 — At the dance Friday night Miss Brown, a junior, appeared in an old gown of the vintage of 1924. It created such an uproar that it almost stopped the dance. It was really not much more than a tube. Many of the young folks had never seen a woman actually in skirts before. They all pitied our grandmothers for the restrict- ed dress of their day, and at the same time for their immodesty. 'Give us the freedom of the soft shirts and knickers of to-day, say we. — 0 — Now that even the poorest child can afford a flyer to take him to school, the horse is an animal almost entirely extinct, and the pleasure auto almost so. When a pupil in the freshman class came across the word school harge, after considerable thought he defined it as, ''like the Ark, only instead of going through water it went through the mud and often got stuck. ' ' — 0 — Tickets are now out for the air polo games. All the polo club wonderful new, non-sinking polo balls. ''Tie yourselves in tight, boys. We don't forget the strange sight at last week's game, when Miles Merritt fell out of his machine going at full speed and hung suspended by a small strap, upside down. ' ' Most of the spectators gave chase, but until his gas gave out at Plymouth, no one could catch up with him. How do you like the old town upside down. Miles? THE CHIMES 17 Pupils are again warned not to pick the fruit from the tops of trees while flying to school. The farmers say, ''The best fruit grows on the top of the trees and they will not stand this thieving. Look out fellas, you may get some buck shot where you won't want it. — 0 — Lucy Jones, our class president, could not make the landing on the roof yesterday. After nearly four years of flying to th same old spot every morning, Lucy decapitated our perfectly good chim- ney. Happily there are few pupils on the ground nowadays so no one was injured by the falling bricks. How about it Lucy, too many midnight dances, or what ? — 0 — Only ten minutes are allowed for lunch. Pupils are requested to bring only food tablets, which require but a moment to swallow. Schools now close at noon to enable those who wish to take after- noon trips in the flyers to New York or other places of interest. Only pupils of a high rating in all subjects need apply for these trips. Sim L. Simon, 2026. CHICKENS The profit from chickens has built attractive homes, provided funds to secure a college education, lifted mortgages from tired backs, and laid the foundation for many a fortune. To me the saddest thought that comes when I think of Noah's ark is not of poor, dear, seasick giraffes leaning over the rail of the vessel as the waves toss, nor even of the laziness of all the dogs and bears and other hairy animals with only two fleas aboard to keep the whole of them amused; but it is the thought of the two miserable chickens wandering up and down the decks, looking for a neighbor's garden to dig up and not finding any. I don't know whether you have ever tried the following experi- ment, but it is significant and worth trying. Tack a small, flat l)oard on the floor of a chicken coop, using a spirit level to make sure the board is level. Now on this board stand an egg, either on the large end or the small end, and let go of it. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight times out of every ten thousand the egg, in rolling off the board, will roll in the direction of your garden. Two eggs out of every ten thous- 18 THE CHIMES and will not roll at all; these are what are called sports or ' ' freaks, ' ' and if hatched will probably turn out to be alligators or ostriches. Every egg that contains a chicken will in variably roll toward your garden. If you are one of those who get purple in the face whenever you see a chicken in your garden, the egg Avill roll with a regular hop, skip, and a jump. damage a hen actually d oes to a garden, but I know how much it can do to a temper, I wish someone would get us reliable hen-in- the-garden statistics, with charts and diagrams, so that a person like myself who wants to be truthful and exact could study them and write an article entirely free from errors. I should like a large chart, with lines ruled crosswise up and down, like those we use in economics. I think that we have a prejudice against the hen that statistics wall not bear out. Probably the damage done by a flock of eight hens in a garden thirty by sixty feet in size is much less than com- monly supposed. Let us say that my property is worth ten thous- and, exclusive of buildings, and contains eighteen thousand square feet. A thirty by sixty garden would be worth five hundred dol- lars. This, at six per cent., would be worth, if otherwise invested thirty dollars per year. The tax on the garden plot would be ten dollars. Seeds and fertilizer would be ten dollars. The time I put in on the garden, at my usual earning rate of fifty dollars a day, would be five hundred dollars. The garden thus costs me five hundred and fifty per year. From it I get vegetables of a market value of twenty dollars and thirty cents. This shows a net profit of five hundred and one dollars, seventy cents less than nothing per annum, on a normal henless year. On the whole I consider the chicken situation gloomy. Although I am by nature an optimist I see no immediate change of the chick- en-from-next-door state of affairs. The chicken will continue to come over the fence, except on those occasions when he comes under. The next door chicken will continue to be a nuisance. Martha Lincoln, '24. Webster — What is the matter. Ben Curran — I wrote an article on ''Fresh Milk and the edi- tors condensed it. J. Clark (reading) — What is a pedestrian? Mr. Martin — A pedestrian, my boy, is the raw material for an automobile accident. To our Advertisers — Never become discouraged. It took Tut- ankh-amen 3,000 years to earn fame. Miss Hastings — Tucker, you are chewing gum, where did you get it ? Tucker — Oh, off my heel. THE CHIMES 19 EASTER Spring is here, and April 's laughter Drives the laggard from his bed ; Naught is left of sleepy winter, Sunshine in our veins instead. Teachers now are looking forward To vacation drawing near. All worn out imparting wisdom, A's and B's their only cheer. How the green fields call the laddies : Bats and balls take so much room In their minds, poor French and Latin Are so crowded they 'most swoon. Flowers and buds and golden sunshine ; But the girl with powdered nose, Dreamy eyes alight with rapture, Is just thinking of new clothes. Hazel Eaton, '26. FRENCH NOTES Mademoiselle's French Classes B and C — Translations A man who was often absent-minded, wrote the following letter to one of his friends : 'My dear friend, I have left my cane at your house. Please send it to me by the carrier of this message. When he was sealing the letter, he found his cane and added a postcript : ' I have just found my cane ; don 't bother to hunt for it. Then, he sealed the letter and sent it. t t t Poor Reasoning A child rose very late every morning. His father, in order to make him more careful, said to him : ' My son, you do not know the worth and the advantages of diligence. A diligent man who got up early one morning found a purse full of gold in his road. But father, replied the child, the man who lost the purse must have been up still earlier. ' ' 20 THE CHIMES The Mistress : ' Marie, tell the cook to hurry. She certainly has had time to cook the eggs. Marie : ' ' Pardon, madam, the cook said she couldn 't tell when the eggs had been in the water three minutes. ' ' The Mistress : ' Why, isn 't there a clock in the kitchen ? ' ' Marie : ' ' Yes, madam, but the cook said that it is fifteen minutes, slow.'' t t t Impudence A pedestrian while walking along was accosted by a man who asked for alms. He appeared to be strong and healthy so the man asked him, ''Why don't you work? You look fresh and vigorous. Ah, replied the man, If you only knew how lazy I am t t t In one of our big cities an editor of a paper was met by a friend, who said, taking him by the hand, How glad I am to see you. How long are you staying here? My faith! responded the journalist, I think I will stay as long as my money lasts. What a shame, said the friend, I hoped that you were going to stay two or three days. ' ' t t t A servant received from his master the order to take a letter which he would find on his desk. He was to carry it to the post office. There were three of them. One had no address. The ser- vant took all three to the post office. Later the master noticed his foolishness and asked why he car- ried to be mailed, a letter unaddressed. I thought, answered the servant, that you didn't wish any- one to know to whom you were writing. ' ' THE CHIMES 2] LITERARY THE FORD'S STORY There is not very much left of me to narrate the events of my life as I stand in this leaky, old shed in the decline of my years; for literally, I am nothing but a bruised, battered, broken tin can. But there was a time in my life when I saw better days, for I was not always in this condition, thank goodness ! Once, just after I was turned out of the factory, driven by a careful driver (for I was respected then), I caught a glimpse of myself in a large shop window. Oh Boy ! ! ! How I did shine ! How gracefully I glided along, so conscious of my beauty that I nearly ran into a high-powered motor in order to make it sit up and take notice of me. But all I received was a cold look of disdain, which seemed to have a ' get-off-the-earth air. Nevertheless, I rambled bravely on, humbled to be sure, but still proud enough of my fine, glossy coat to shrink away over to the street lest any of my dingy brothers should spatter me with mud. Of course, now I realize how foolish I was ; but, forgive me, for I Vas very young. To go on with my story — after we had gone through a number of streets, we drove down a short avenue, and suddenly came to a halt at the side of a modest dwelling. Here I had a sudden shock. The man that drove me so carefully did not own me at all, but was just delivering me. My driver went to the door which opened into a sort of a study. Here sat a middle- aged man with bent shoulders, poring over some books of forgotten lore. If I recall correctly, my driver had to shout six times before he drew any signs of life from the scholar. ''Professor! Professor!! he shouted repeatedly, ''your Lizzie has come, The professor, who had a housekeeper by the name of Lizzie, thought she had returned from marketing and now wished to come in. Ah! Yes, hummed the absent-minded professor without look- ing up. Why don't you come in, Lizzie? I didn't leave the door locked, did I? The factory man in desperation went in, and the professor saw who it was. Oh, I beg your pardon, sir. Why, how do you do, Mr. Norton. I thought you were Lizzie, explained the professor. . The door slammed and I heard no more of the conversation until the two men came out to look me over. Then the professor took the wheel to receive his first lesson. And such a drive as we had ! ! The professor semed to forget that he was learning to drive, and 22 TILE CHIMES 1 think his miiid was on anything but my wheel that he was ab- stractedly guiding. At length that nightmare of a drive came to an end. As I was put up snugly for the night, I heaved a sigh of relief. After a few lessons suc h as these, the professor in a very zigzag and wobbly manuer, drove me down the street all by himself, all the while my knees knocking and a hot feverish vapour steaming from my radiator for fear that we should have a collision with every telegraph pole along the way. How the professor ever passed his examination and obtained his license still remains a mystery to me ! I couldn 't count the number of cows and chickens we barely escaped running over. One morning the professor was going for a spin very early; so he backed me out and left my engine running while he went in for his hat. Whatever had happened to it, I don't know, but he was gone long enough to make a hat, while my engine burned up three perfectly good gallons of gas. Finally becoming more disgusted than ever as my gas was running low and my engine was exhaust- edly throbbing, I fired off a loud report. The poor professor came running out, a ponderous volume under his arm, inquiring wildly w ho was shot. It was so ludicrous I could have laughed outright, had I not been so infuriated with the professor. A few days later, the professor had a nervous breakdown of which I was the cause. The professor, not able to withstand any more harrowing experiences, was advised by his doctor to sell me. Consequently, I was sold to an old, quiet couple. This time, thank fortune, my master was not a pedant, but had some knowledge of mechanics. He overhauled my engine and treated me royally. I was run steadily and never had to experience that choking feeling from lack of Waaler. But this good fortune was not to last for the dear, old couple moved away and I was sold again. This time I was delivered at the door of a large mansion. As I stood w aiting, wondering w hat my next master would be like and sighing with apprehension, there bounded out of a door, a rollicking, restless, red-haired young man of about nineteen, I should say. I shuddered at the prospects of being at the mercies of such an irresponsible person as he appeared. I almost mshed myself back in the hands of the professor, erratic as he was. When my former master had gone, that red-haired fellow said to me, Hello, Lizzie, my name is Brick and we're to have some rippin' good times, you and I and An-er-er-er, — you surely look pretty nifty. As he drove me like a shot into the garage, I groaned inwardly, I spluttered and coughed to show my displeasure. The garage wasn't so bad and I felt a sense of relief as I heard the slam of the door and the click of the padlock. THE CHIMES 23 ''Now that he's gone, I said' to myself, ''I can curl up and have a good sleep. My last thoughts were of wondering what sort of a life I should lead and if my new master would always drive as fast as he just did. As this was in the summer, it was a hard time to get used to such a life because Brick had nothing to do but ride around in me the livelong day. There wasn't a night that I didn't have to go for at least a thirty-mile spin, racing lickety-cut at top speed. When we went around corners, Brick hardly slowed up enough to let me put my four wheels down. I soon found out that Brick had a sweetheart by the name of Annabelle whom Brick taught to drive. Annabelle was a sort of nervous, flighty driver who, if excited when we met a car, would throw up her hands and let me go at my own sweet will, barely skimming a tree or telegraph post. It always angered me to hear Brick say, ''Never mind, dearie, better luck next time. It wasn't your fault anyway. Now, who under the sun could be more to blame than sweet Annabelle ? I thought I'd fool Brick when he came out after supper for his usual spin. When he lifted up the seat to see how much gas I had, I tipped my tank so that I seemed to have five gaUons of gas instead of one. Brick clapped down the seat and set out, only stopping to pick up a bunch of fellows. We ran on and on at the usual speed until we had gone about fifteen miles, Brick bragging all the while how he never had any engine trouble and how many miles he could make me go on a gallon of gas. Suddenly we came to a dead halt on a lonely dark road. The crowd piled out and gathered around my engine, secretly convulsed with laughter at Brick ; for was not this the wonderful engine which never gave any trouble? Brick's red hair bristled up and he became rather ex- asperated, for he could not find out what ailed me. Finally as a last resort he investigated my tank and found there wasn 't a drop of gas. I chuckled softly to myself when I saw the expression on Brick's face. My little trick meant a long rest for me, while it meant a walk of three miles to the nearest garage for the rest of the party. At the end of the summer. Brick bade me good-bye saying, ' Good-bye Lizzie ol' gal, you and I sure had some good times. As Brick went back to school, I was thrust into this miserable, leaky shed. I am in a rather disreputable condition ; my back mud- guard is missing, the glass is gone from my headlights, my shoes are worn out and I have a cold in my chest from being out so many rainy nights. As I await my final fate, I tell this story. I am rather past re- covery as a whole ; so probably my parts will be sold. ' ' Cheer up ! I say to myseif , ' ' Such is life ! ' ' Ruth C. Welch, '25. 24 THE CHIMES THE KING'S YOUNGEST KNIGHT ' Eight hundred years ago, sirs, As I have heard men say, A King rode in the forest His gallant stags to slay, But an arrow shot from A crossbow, sirs, The fiercest pride will quell. And instead of a royal stag that day A King of England fell, and instead — ' ' I like not thy song, good John, sing it no more ; it sounds not loyal. So spake Cecil, only son of the Lord Commander of one of His Majesty's regiments. The lad perched on the garden wall with one eye on John and the other on the road. This road ran along outside the wall until lost in the purple moor that stretched to the sea. Or so it seemed. Cecil knew better. He knew w here a misstep would send one, hurtling and tumbling far down the face of the cliffs onto the cruel rocks below, or at high tide into the raging sea. The lad had a noble head bespeaking great intelligence. His fair hair, still uncropped, hung in soft curls about his face, soften- ing the great grey eyes, which were fearless and commanding, and the fine thin lips and square jaw, so much like his father's. Even in the relaxation of his airy perch on the wall a mantle of dignity and noble birth seemed to enfold him. Courteous and kind to all, he looked for and received courtesy and obedience from the ser- vants and farmers on the estate. Old John spat on his hand and worked away in silence. Sud- denly he spoke. ' So tha do'st na loike ma sang? ' I like not the last of it, good John, or any songs of traitors to their King. ' ' Aye, young sir, but f oak do be telling, Kings will loikely be na mur, agin the war be o 'er, lad. ' ' ' John, if I knew not thy tried loyalty to thy King and Master, I would myself chastise thee, old as thou art. What hath gotten into thee to use thy breath for such foul talk this fair morning ? ' ' ''Wha be th' use, bonnie Master, to be King in yon cruel woild, wha knife o' bullet bide ta cut ye doon? Foak do be telling, th King be coming e 'en now to these parts and happen he wilt na mur ride back agin. A masilf ha seen strolinge mon toard wes' end o yon moor, as a tramped it f rae chapel. Afeart a be, tha lie in wait fur summat evil. Whence come His Majesty, and where-for, good John? in- quired the startled boy. ' A dinna ken, little Master. Happen 'tis secret business o ' war matters to th' noble father. THE CHIMES 25 ''But, my father, good John, was called away X)m yester-e'en by a rascally looking messenger. Where he went and why, none in the castle, not e 'en my lady mother can tell. ' ' '' 'Tis diviltry all round a am afeart. Happen ye shall see a great an fearsom soit th' day. ''Say you, the King comes today, spoke the boy. He must be warned, and quickly. You and I must the secret way, through the caves at the water's edge to cut him off e'er he reaches the moor. We must start at once or 'twill be too late. ' ' 'Ut canna be doon, I ha tho't o' tha. E'en now the tide be loike ha' covered th floar o' first cave. You an a would droon loike rats e'er we reached th level o' center caves. What matter good John ; so we try the deed. It is a good death, me thinks, to die for King and country. I am only ten and thou art an old, old man ; and God will not let us die on such a goodly errand. Come, let us be on our way, e'er comes my lady mother to stop us with her womanly tears. ' ' Fast across the fern and bracken sped little feet and old, and though evil faces peered out from hidden spots, no one stopped the harmless child and feeble man, who hastened to the moor's edge and seemed to sink into the earth. These evil doers had other work to do, watching and waiting for him who they had sworn should not return. The little lad and old John entered a series of caves known to but few moor dwellers. These ran for miles beneath the moor, now up, now down, ending at last in a hidden grove upon the road's edge. Being a short distance from the town they cut off many a mile of lonely road across the surface of the moor. These caves were only passable on calm days at Io y tide ; some were completely filled at high tide. The water rushed into them with fearful force and suction, from cave to cave. They bore a fearsome name by reason of the many deaths in them, and for years they had hardly been used at all. All this old John knew; but knowing the high courage of the boy, he feared Cecil would attempt the passage alone, if not accom- panied by him. Making the sign of the cross, and breathing a prayer for their safety, he swung Cecil to his shoulder and entered the first cave. Passing rapidly through the shallow water, all ready covering the floor, he descended to the lower level of the second cave. With fearful heart he found here the water already waist high. Know- ing there was still a long descent before the path wound upward, his heart trembled with fear. Soon the water reached his should- ers. He knew there w as now no going backward. Bidding the boy hold fast, he yielded to the suction and swam with the current. PrayinI they would not be brained against the overhanging rocks in their mad rush through the openings, they commenced the last lap of their fearful journey. 26 THE CHIMES Old John, except for bidding the boy to hold fast to his shoulders, had not wasted the least breath in speech. He knew all his strength was needed if ever they were to see daylight again. Now as they reached a cave where the water raged so fiercely and so high that one must dive to escape low hanging rocks, he despaired. The cruel buife ting of the waters would have tried to the uttermost, a far younger man than old John. Loyal to his master, his only thought and whole effort were for his safety. Try as he might, he realized at last that his strength was exhausted. He could not fight the ter- rible current, or dive again in his weakened condition. The boy on his back would be instantly killed on the rocks above, he knew. ' ' 0, God ! he gasped. ' ' 'Tis evil day o ' ma soul, laddie. A canna do na mur for 'ee. ' ' White and wide-eyed, the trembling boy heard, tho ' many a wave had passed over his little head and the breach had been nearly driven from his tender little body. Did the thought of his mother, the blue sky and sunshine above in his fair domain call to him? Did baby tears spring from his eyes, or terror fright his beating heart ? No ! Like knight of old this boy sprang from a race of warriors and thought only of his quest. The King's safety was his only thought in this hour of peril. Old John's strength w as almost gone, but the journey was nearly done. Without the burden on his back, the old man would not be obliged to swim so low in the water. Perhaps he could make the pass alone. ' Good John, gasped the boy, 'Hhou must go on alone. 'Tis God's errand. He will speed thee. There are many lads in the kingdom but only one King. I am going to drop now from your shoulder, so thou may'st swim lighter. Wilt thou tell them I died bravely and willingly in King's service? It is so my noble father would have wished. Saying this, the brave boy released his hold and instantly sank in the swirling waters. Did old John hear Cecil and know of his manly courageous deed? Ah! who shall ever know. For at the same instant he was hurled helpless and defenseless against the jagged rocks of the opening, and for him earth's days were done. After the black water had closed over Cecil's head, he remem- bered no more until he awoke to feel the gentle hand and loved voice of one so dear to him that life flowed back through his bruised form. He opened his eyes to his father's troubled gaze. Turning he saw old J ohn 's battered body dead at his feet and many soldiers standing around. Father, he cried, ''the King, the King. ''He is here by your side, replied his father. Then in feeble gasping words he told of the evil men lying in wait on the moor and about what he and old John had tried to do for the King's safety. Clasping the noble boy in his arms, the King wept unashamed. THE CHIMES 27 Placing his own sword in Cecil's two small hands, the grateful monarch stooped, and kissing the golden head, said, ''Cecil, I dub thee my bravest, tho' youngest knight. Turning to the Com- mander of the regiment he sternly ordered, ' ' March on, and return not until the assassins of yon moor are no more. Hazel G. Eaton, '26. THE RADIO PEST Radios are getting to be very common and so are Radio Pests. There are people who try to get every station east of the Missi- sippi in one night, whether they can understand a word of what is going on or not. They are very dangerous characters, as one who gets, into their clutches has a hard time getting out of them. One night a man who had never seen or heard a radio went to the house of his so-called friend who had one. Good evening, said his host. It is a high night for radio, and I shall give you a time you will never forget. ' ' All right, said the guest, as he approached the machine, any- thing but jazz music. I've heard all I want of that. He put the earphones over his head and listened. Finally, after a series of shrieks and squeaks there was a faint sound of music. ' ' Sh-h-h ! We are getting something from Pittsburgh now. ' ' ' ' Thank you for telling me as I would never have known. ' ' More shrieks and turning of little knobs. Also more jazz. I guess I'll give you something now that isn't jazz. How about some speeches from Washington or some drama ? ' ' I would certainly like that. Oh! I think I hear something, said the guest hopefully. They did hear something and that something was this: And the little bear ran and ran, and what do you suppose — ' ' Sorry, that was my mistake. I forgot it was time for those bed- time stories. There doesn't seem to be much of a program to-night. That was New York we just heard. 'Last Night on the Back Porch,' you know. Yes I know, said the guest. I've heard that song sung about every day in the week for over a month. Please turn to something else as my heart aches for that lady whose dying groan we've just heard. That wasn't a lady dying. It was the bulb, that's all. Why don't you take it out if it makes so much noise? asked the guest innocently. It must be terrible to have a sense of humor like that, said the host. About every station reached that night — and there were a good many — gave sounds which the host called either music or bedtime stories. The guest had lost all hope of being entertained. 28 THE CHIMES 'Well, said he taking oft' the earphones, 4t is really later than it seems. I think I'll have to be going. 'I'm sori-y that we couldn't have some speeches to-night. They generally give us good oiies, said the host, who was still listen- ing in. I think you got up too soon. Here is something that doesn't sound like music. The guest quickly put on the receivers again and listened. Faintly came the sounds of a man's voice. When the host suc- ceeded iia, making these sounds clearer and clearer, the speech was that of a salesman telling about the manufacture and uses of soap. This was too much. The guest began to make ready for his depar- ture immediately. ' You surely have given me an evening I shall never forget, ' ' he said, and departed. When he reached home he told his wdfe all about it. As he ended his narration he said, ''Do you know, I think I'll buy a radio ; they sort of get you. ' ' Catherine Welch, '26. COMMERCIAL NOTES Since the last issue the following pupils have received typewrit- ing awards for speed and accuracy from the Royal and Remington Typewriter Companies: Royal Remington Barbara O'Connor Barbara O'Connor Eulaila Pinkham Marion Damon Gertrude Stanley Eleanor Dwyer Mae Flaherty Helen Jellows Helen Jellows Bessie Scannell Priscilla Fish Gertrude Stanley Mae Ford It is rumored that ''Laila is trying to do 75 words a minute in order to get a typewriter. We hope she'll always be as ambitious. ' ' Zeke ' ' corrected the ambiguous sentence, ' He told him his wife was ill ' ' as follows : ' ' The bachelor told him his wife w as ill. ' ' We think Harold is clever. There should be more blackboard space in the typewriting room for spelling lists; at any rate, certain people seem to need more space than others. The seniors wish Miss Dudley didn't have a card catalog in the library — the cards are so hard to type — but sTie has. There is no Business Show this year and Mr. Martin suggests that we take a trip to the Ginn Publishing Company. Is all the en- thusiasm due to the interest in Commercial Geography ? We won- der ! The seniors are preparing for the Civil Service examination. Extra Work! And we don't have any study periods, as it is. G. B. S., '24. THE CHIMES 29 EXCHANGES We know ''Our Chimes ' are very young, So we couldn't expect their praises sung ; But helpful criticism we are ready to hear, Throughout the issues of this year. R. C. W. We wish to acknowledge the following exchanges: The Unquity Echo, Milton High School — A well-balanced paper which is worthy of commendation. The Parrot, Rockland High School — Your editorials and stories are very clever and worth while. The Clarion, Arlington High School — A complete and attractive magazine. The Golden Rod, Quincy High School — Your plan for a competi- tive cover design contest is an excellent one. Your ''Reflections and Class Census are catchy and clever. The Partridge, Partridge Academy — Your cuts improve your paper very much. The Meteor, Berlin High School, Berlin, New Hampshire — We wish to express our appreciation of the fact that you sent us your interesting paper for two years before we published ours. The Reflector Weymouth High School — Your weekly has many clever witticisms. The Echo, Canton High School — Your school notes are well written and your jokes are numerous and comical. The Menotomy Beacon, West Junior Arlington High School — The Foreign Department is a distinguishing feature of your pub- lication. The Eastoner, Oliver Ames High School — Your alumni and school notes are well taken care of. 30 THE CHIMES The Pasadena Chronicle, Pasadena High School— An interesting- weekly. The Ahhis, Abington High School— The cover of your last issue was very well done. The English High School Record, Boston, Massachusetts — Your editorials are very worth-while ; in fact, the whole magazine shows that you have a well organized school. What Other Schools Say of Us: The Chimes — Your editorials are very good. May we suggest a larger exchange column? — The Echo, Canton. The Chimes — You have a good cover design. The inside con- tents speak well for you. — The Menotomy Beacon, Arlington. The Chimes — An excellent magazine. Your cover design was very original. — The Ahhis, Abington. ''Pete is sure narrow-minded, isn't he? Yeh, why that bird would cut his hand if he rubbed his fore- head. ' —Juggler. He — Wanna go horse backing? She — No, horses don 't like me. He— I do. She — Well, donkeys are different. — Yellow Jacket. « Three grocers were established on the same street. The first wrote on his sign: ''The best grocer in town. The second adopted as his slogan: The best grocer in the world. But the third, who was more witty than the other two put on his sign : ' ' The best grocer on the street. ' ' Glea Cole — Papa, buy me a pair of pumps, I 'm going to the Fire- man's Ball. Sad Freshie, who had flunked mid-years — Say if you were in my shoes what would you do? Sophomore, who had passed mid-years — I'd shine them. THE CHIMES 31 JOHN W. DELAY ARTISTIC FLORAL DECORATION FLORAL BOWER, WAITING ROOM, SOUTH STATION Wedding and Funeral Flowers All kinds of Table and House Decorations Say it with Flowers TELEPHONE: CALL CONGRESS 7387 COMPLIMENTS OF ELSWORTH CURTIS 32 THE CHIMES SATUIT GARAGE CO Inc. SCITUATE, MASS. AUTOMOBILE REPAIRING A FULL LINE OF SUPPLIES TIRES AND TUBES STORAGE BATTERIES RE-CHARGED AND RE-BUILT STAR AND DURANT AUTOMOBILES Sales and Service FOR HIRE Scituate 212-2 SERVICE IS THE WINNING FACTOR IN OUR BUSINESS Compliments of GEORGE T. OTIS AN ALUMNA Dealer in FANCY MEATS AND Martha G. Seaverns PROVISIONS Reg. Pharmacist Where You Get SCITUATE, MASS. Quality and Service THE CHIMES 33 EGYPT GARAGE and MACHINE CO. Country Way Egypt, Mass. Compliments Phone Scituate 141-4 When you say Automobile think of Egypt Garage of F. h STORY dame reople Same Place 12 Years Telephone Connection Residence North Scituate INSURANCE EVERY DESCRIPTION GEO. L. LITCHFIELD CARPENTER . — AND BUILDER F. H. HAARTZ Tel. 479-3, SCITUATE P. 0. MINOT, MASS. P. 0. No. Scituate 34 THE CHIMES SCITUATE GREENHOUSES CUT-FLOWERS BEDDING PLANTS FLORAL DESIGNS ORDERS TAKEN FOR NURSERY STOCK Tel 347-2 FEED WATERMAN, Prop. FRONT STREET TRANSPORTATION CO., INC. GENERAL GARAGE BUSINESS Cars to Let by the Day or Hour AUTOMOBILE SUPPLIES FORD SALES AND SERVICE SCITUATE HARBOR, MASS. THE CHIMES 35 Compliments of Compliments WILLIAM H. HARNEY of C G. FINNIE Compliments of J. A. WARD Compliments of E. L. MERRITT SCITUATE PHARMACY CHOICE MEATS Swift's Premium Hams and Bacon Compliments of THE SATUIT PLAYHOUSE 36 THE CHIMES 0 NEIL CASELLA Manufacturing Jewelers 1 10 HIGH STREET BOSTON. MASS. Compliments of Telephone Congress 1965 DR. AND MRS. INSURE T. B. ALEXANDER YOUR PROPERTY • With Compliments of Compliments of L. E. COLE GREENBUSH FILLING STATION FiruKhti Hill Pnrm M t UOBi%0 M A lift M Lit tH JOHN A. RUSSELL, Prop. GREENBUSH, MASS. Auto Supplies and Tel. 49-4 Accessories JOHN W. BURKE Compliments Bool8, Shoes and Furnishings of Daily Papers and Magazines r r j VMM Li. C VjLYINiN Terms Cash FOOD SHOP THE CHIMES 37 Compliments of JOHN FITTS Compliments of Compliments Doris Stenbeck of Patronize William M. Wade CHIMES Advertisers 38 THE CHIMES PIANO LESSONS I am prepared to take ad- ditional pupils in the ad- vanced, intermediate and beginners' classes. For appointment, call or telephone : MARGARET E. PHELAN Central St., Scituate, Mass. Telephone: Scituate 279-3 Hobson Carpenter and Builder Tel. 236-2 Scituate THE BOUNDBROOK PRESS Twenty-three Years at the Old Stand Estimates Furnished on all classes of PRINTING Prompt Service Reasonable Prices Tel. 228-2 North Scituate, Mass. Call Scituate 148-3 For Groceries, Meats, Fruit, Vegetables Boots, Shoes, Rubbers Kitchenware Also a full line of Carpenter-Morton Monarch Paint Highest Quality. Prompt Delivery THE GREENBUSH GROCERY CO. J. J. JAKUBENS, Prop. THE CHIMES 39 THIS SPRING AND SUMMER What WiU You Need FOR YOUE (JARDEN FOR YOUR HOME SCREEN DOORS GARDEN TOOLS FERTILIZERS SEEDS GARDEN HOSE WHEELBARROWS LAWN MOWERS CHICKEN WIRE COPPER SCREENING SHELLACS, VARNISHES STEPLADDERS PAILS AND BRUSHES WINDOW SHADES CURTAIN MATERIALS COME TO THE SEAVERNS STORE THE MEMORIAL PRESS PLYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS Printers, Publishers, and Designers College and High School Publications The Chimes was linotyped, pr inted and bound by the MEMORIAL PRESS 40 THE CHIMES JOKES Dumb Freshman — Say, I wonder why all famous men were born on holidaj s Mother to Bessie M. — Bessie, you let Wallace stay too long last night. It was eleven when he went ! Bessie M. — But you told me he could have time to propose. Mother — Yes, but three hours ! Bessie M. — Well, mother, you know he stutters. Little Willy, pointing to a picture of a zebra — What's that? Little Johnny — Looks like a horse in a bathing suit. Commencement to me seems very queer Its meaning is beginning Even though in our school career It comes right at the ending. -Tiger, Bright— What is play ? Dumb — A very important business that school interrupts. — Burr. English Teacher — Now, children, which one of you can give me the tenses of the verb to knife. Horace — I can, teacher. Knife, fork and spoon. Compliments of Walter Haynes THE MEMORIAL PRESS, PLYMOUTH, MASS. CHIKES Alumni 1 C TTTTATT? r Issue J3Vj1 1 1 l I r V[ 25 Onto HIGH SCHOOL FILL YOUR NEEDS FOR SUMMER TIME AND OTHER TIMES AT WELCH'S SCITUATE HARBOR SCITUATE TOWN LIBRARY 3 1644 00266 7416 THE CHIMES Vol. 1 June, 1924 No. 3 THE CHIMES Member of Published by the Students of the Scituate Hi h School, Scituate, Massachusetts Editorial Staff Editor-in-Chief Gertrude Stanley Assistant Editor Eulaila Pinkham Advertising Managers ( Harriet Alexander ( Louis Haartz Literary Editors Margaret Cole ( Lois Wilson A 4-1,1 - 1 Sallie Murphy Athletic Editors | Alumni Editor j Barbara O'Connor Framatic Editor f Art Editor Franklin Sharpe T 1 -r. f Ruth LaVange Joke Editors | avitt Morris Exchange Editor Ruth Welch Finance Editor Evelyn Bonney The Editorial Staff of The Chimes takes this opportunity to thank the members and teachers of the school who have so will- ingly helped us to make this project of publishing a school paper a success. An Editorial Staff cannot make a paper. Everyone must work together. This year we have succeeded in getting the support of a few. However, in order to make the coming numbers success- ful, there must be greater cooperation. This is the fir.st attempt. Carry it on ! Gertrude Stanley, Editor-in-Chief. 2 THE CHIMES When you sit down to write for a school, you are supposed, I believe, to give Advice. When I wax in school, they all did it to me — congressmen, mayors, visiting celebrities, all the teachers — and iiow after thirty years I am taking my revenge on the Scituate High School. Here goes: When you finish your formal school education, whatever else you do, keep up with the newspapers. Become a habitual news- paper reader. Only read them right. Skim if you wish the scandal, stories and crime-stories, but that part of the newspapers which deals with larger affairs — that, for such of you as do not go to college, will be your real higher education. Especially, if you want to be first-grade American citizens of your time, keep up with foreign affairs. In my day, that was not so important. Great Britain could have a revolutionary election, France and Germany could go to war, without affecting us in the least. That time has passed whether we like it or no. Europe, and to a slighter degree Asia, can do nothing vital Avithout affecting our United States. In that wonderful generation through which you are going to live, your citizenship will be a little blind and incomplete if you do not know how other peoples think and feel and regulate their affairs. Will Irv in. When I was graduated from High School many years ago, it seemed to me that enough advice was showered on me to last for the whole rest of my life. Perhaps it w as then that my complex on the subject of advice started. At any rate I discovered, as I developed, that I did not particularly enjoy giving or receiving it. AVhenever anybody has asked my advice about writing, which is the only thing I seem to know something about, I have given it freely enough, always adding at the end though, Disregard all advice — including this. But I have made a discovery that life has a way not only of smashing out most cherished beliefs and theories, but of getting us in situations where we are compelled to do the thing we have vow ed we never would do. This is all pre- liminary to warning the graduating class of the Scituate High School that I am about to give them some advice. I shall not blame any one of them, hoAvever, if he refuses to read further than this. t took four years of French iir the Boston Girls' High School. I had very good teachers, and they gave me a really fine groundins: in the language. Before we were graduated, the principal read us a statement of some forgotten author, to the effect, that if after leaving school, one gave five minutes a day to a foreign language, he would be a master of it — from the reading point of view at least — after teir years. I thought a great deal about that bit of advice, but not enough to follow it. As years went by I read a little French now and then, but I did not make a habit of it. THE CHIMES 3 Suddenly years after, I accom]3aiiied my husband, Will Irwin, to the World War. I stayed in France two years before, and about a year after the Armistice. Subsequently, I have since visited Europe twice for long periods. I know that I do not have to tell any one of you how bitterly I regret that I had not kept to that schedule of five minutes a day of French. Not that the reading of French would have made it possible for me to speak French. That could come only by practice. But inevitably if I had kept up the reading, I would have taken the lessons which would have made the speaking possible. Fortunately, that good grounding which I got in the Girls' High School stayed by me. I was always able to read the papers. And, of course, I could get about with what French I had. I could shop or take a taxi, order a meal, and manage fairly well while travelling. But when it came to conversation in French — and I was meeting French people all the time, some of them highly distinguished — I had, unless the conversation switched to English, to sit silent, getting such flashes of the conversation as I could. I know I do not have to tell you what my advice is. Five minutes a day of whatever language you have learned, French, German, or if by any chance you have had a chance at it, Spanish. A great change has come over the world family since the World War. One of the few good things that have come out of it is the breaking down of barriers between peoples. We have all been drawn closer, both by our hates and our loves. Never before was a foreign lan- guage so necessary to one's commercial, social or artistic equip- ment. Obviously in Europe at this moment French is the most necessary of all. Almost everybody in business in Europe speaks some French. In America, Spanish is the most necessary ; for everybody south of our southern border to Cape Horn — except Brazil — speaks Spanish. South America is a great undeveloped continent. More and more America ns are engaging in business which takes them there. By all means keep up your French if you have it. By all means keep up your German, Spanish, Italian, if you have any of them. Disregard all other advice if you wish, but not this. Inez Haynes Irv in. ALUMNI NOTES When we as a school started our publication, called The Chimes we immediately thought of our alumni, as an alumni association means much to a school or college. Immediately an alumni editor was chosen who set to work planning a way to get in touch with our former graduates. Finally the decision was reached to send a letter to one member of each class asking for the names and present addresses of his classmates. In almost every case the alumnus called upon answered fully and quickly. 4 THE CHIMES Mrs. Henry T. Bailey Mrs. Israei Dalby Miss Margaret Sullivan Mr. Henry A. Litchfield Miss Martha Seaverns Mrs. Harold Poland Mrs. William A. Dickson Mr. Percival G. Pratt IVIi's. Herbert Wilder Mr. Alan Litchfield Miss Marie Ward Miss Lillian MacQuarrie Mrs. William F. Murphy Miss Helen Curtis Mrs. John Fitts Mrs. Ansel Servan Mrs. Charles Litchfield Mrs. W. Irving Lincoln Miss Mary O'Connor Mrs. Harry Handy Mrs. Warren Stearns Miss Esther Spaulding Mrs. Peter Somers Mr. Harold Cole Mrs. Richard B. Hudson Miss Ethyl Duffey Mrs. Willis Totman Miss Evelyn Clapp Mrs. Carl Stenbeck Addresses of the members of the older classes containing only four or five graduates and those of the more recent classes were obtained about the school. In other classes there was not one familiar name at the time when the letters were sent out, but since that time the under-graduates have been scouting around and have aided in this project. We are still endeavoring, however, to find the present addresses of the following. If the names of your friends appear in this list please send their addresses to the Alumni Editor. 1887 — Alice Sheppard, Thomas E. Cummings. 1888— Nellie Cottle. 1889— Mary Simmons, Blanche Mott, Rufus Clapp. 1890— William Coleman. 1892 — May Towne, Edmund Manson, Jr. 1894— Charles Manson. 1895 — Henry Sampson. 1897 — William Hern, Mary Damon. 1901— Jesse Ellms, Albert Dalby, Edith Turner. 1903 — Lou Frost, Sara Reeves. 1905— Alice Lee, Herbert Webb. 1908— Lillian Litchfield, Agnes Flanders, Effie Paige. 1909— Mildred Vose. 1910— Irma Cole, Helen Collier. Walter Elliott, Dale Gaffney. 1912 — Lawrence Haywood, Royal Richardson. 1917— Helen Gaffney. 1918— Hazel Ramsdell. The following are excerpts of letters received from alumni in connection with the recent questionaire which we sent out in our attempt to gain the names and addresses of our graduates. Be- cause of lack of space it is impossible to print all the letters here, but the following give some idea of the feelings of the alumni and expressions of their willingness to help in any way possible. THE CHIMES 5 I hope that the Alumni number of the school paper will be as excellent as the numbers I have had the pleasure of seeing. H. C. L, 11. Wishing you and yours all success in the undertaking that lies before you. H. A. L., '91. Hoping that this will be satisfactory and if there is any other way in which I can help you to make your paper a success I will be only too glad to do so. L. MacQ., '14. I am glad that someone is taking enough interest in the Scit- uate High School to revive or renew the Alumni Association which for several years was carried so successfully. Sincerely and with all good wishes for your success. E. M. S., '06. There were nineteen in our class and I have been very fortun- ate in obtaining the desired information. I have been very much interested in The Chimes and have enjoyed the copies which you have already published. If there is any other assistance that you need, I shall be very glad to help you in any way that I am able. C. J. M., '16. Tacoma, Washington, May 7, 1924. Dear Editor: The Easter number of The Chimes reached me today. As I am flat on my back in a hospital here recovering from an operation perhaps the paper seemed to me more than it might have at any other time, a breath from home . Even the advertisements seemed like messages from old friends and they cheered me up so much. Scituate and everything pertaining to it is very dear to me and I shall always have a strong interest in the High School. Your paper is worthy of great praise and is a credit to you all and to the town. I was interested in the list of alumni. Assuring you of my interest in your paper, I am, Most sincerely, M. C. W., '12. The Class of 1882 was the first to hold a public graduation. We wish you great success with. The Chimes, we thought the first issue very good looking. Mr. Bailey thinks the cover design excellent. J. M. B., '82. I have just finished reading your two issues of The Chimes, and consider the paper an excellent school publication. Articles, editorials, and alumni notes are of much interest to me, an alumna. G. H. D., '01. Below I am publishing a table, the chronology of positions held bv Mr. Edwin Newdick, a graduate of the Scituate High School Class '01, and a graduate of Dartmouth College, Class '05. Private teaching, Massachusetts Reporter on Springfield Republican, Springfield, Mass. Investigator for New York Tenement House Committee, New York City 6 THE ( IIIMES Kei)orter and special writer for Boston Journal and Christian (Science Monitor Washington Correspondeiit for Christian Science Monitor, Wash- ington, D. C. Examiner of War Labor Board, Washington, D. C. Publicity Director, U. S. War Department, Washington, D. C. Publicity Director, National Committee for organizing Iron and steel workers, Chicago, Illinois Managing editor, Oklahoma Leader, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma Publicity counsel, American Committee for Relief in Ireland, New York City Director, Boston office of the Labor Bureau, Inc. Chairman Haverhill Shoe Board, .Haverhill, Mass., Neutral Arbi- trator— Mr. Newdick's official title is Neutral Arbitrator, but he is chairman of the Board (This list was submitted by one of Mr. New dick's classmates.) B. O'Connor, '23, Editor. ADDITIONS TO THE SCHOOL LIBRARY Since our school library w as only opened in September, it is surprising to see how many books w e have. We started with sim- T)ly a cabinet of books and now Ave have tw o large book-cases com- pletely filled. We also have the numerous school magazines W'hich are sent to the Exchange Editor of our school paper. The Chimes. The Class of 1923 has given the library some of the most val- uable additions of the year. Among them is a set of encyclope- dias w hich are beautifully bound and give information on all subjects. Another addition by last year's class has been a book on ''How THE CHIMES 7 to be an Athlete, by Hammett Lundgreii. Both boys and girls have found this bool interesting and helpful. It covers most athletics including- football, baseball, track and teiuiis. We wish to express our hearty appreciation to Mr. Arthur Damon of Egypt for the presentation of the Boston Daily Tran- script to the school library. This paper is proving itself invalua- ble to students studying current events. Also students are able to read articles and opinions of our leading men and women. The Commercial Department of the school has also given the library a number of useful and interesting books. Among them is The World Almanac for 1924 which is very helpful. The Scituate Woman's Club has given a book, ' ' Who s Who in Amdrica, which contains the biographies of leading American men and women. A number of very fine books have been presen ted to the library by Mrs. George Welch, who is well-known in Scituate. We appreciate the interest in our school which these people have shown in one of the best ways possible. So as the end of the year draws near we note with satisfaction the improvements in our library and heartily express our appreciation to thof e who have helped to make it successful. Ray Ellis, '26. MISS JOHNSON'S TALK On Friday, the eleventh of April, Miss Johnson, a nurse from the Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, spoke about nurs- ing to the young ladies of the high school. She said that altho we had not thought of nursing as a career, some of us might find ourselves nurses some day. She told us that she had taught school for nine years. One day Miss Johnson went to visit a little girl, one of her pupils, who was then in a hospital. The girl had noticed a marked resemblance between her teacher and one of the nurses. So Miss Johnson went to the hospital out of curiosity to see the woman who resem- bled her so strongly and sure enough she did look like Miss Johnson. Miss Johnson thought to herself, Altho you may resemble me, you'll never see me wearing a nurse's uniform. Yet, inside of eighteen months she was a nurse. This incident shows that you can never tell what will happen. She told us that it was usually the father who objected to his daughter's being a nurse. But if he really thought it over, he would realize that there is nothing so helpless as a sick man. In the course of training at the Massachusetts General Hospital one is taught to take care of old people as well as younger persons. To take the course of training for a nurse one must have studied physics, chemistry, Latin and science at school. The usual age of the young women that take the course is twenty-two. This is the best age because a girl must be thoroughly independent if she vv-ants p.. be a nui'se. The strictest rule at the Massachusetts Gener- al Hospital is Be on time. If a nurse is scheduled to be on 8 THE ( IllMES duty at three o'clock she must be there at three o'clock, not five iiiinutes past three. This was the most emphasized fact in Miss Johnson's speech. Referring- to this fact, she told an interesting story about her niece, Statira Johnson. When the family went to church, Statira was always the last one ready altho her room was left as neat as a pin. 80 when she wanted to be a nurse and train at the Massa- chusetts General Hospital, her father and brothers teased her and told her that she would never be on time for duty. Nevertheless, she went and trained to be a nurse. One day after her return home, they were going to church and Statira was the first one ready but her room w as left just as neat as usual. Her brother looked at her and said, Statira, you here! Yes, said Sta- tira, this is what the .training at the hospital did for me. Miss Johnson said that if one failed the course the first year she would be given a second chance, providing that the nurses considered her worth w hile and that she had been trying hard. I wonder how many girls in the Scituate High School wall be nurses ten years from now. Perhaps a great many, perhaps none, who knows? E. Cole, '26. LUCK There are some people w ho apparently have very easy com- fortable lives, everything seems to work out right for them. We all know the sort of people. They wdn their games ; they do good work at school and get special praise from the teachers ; they find things easy ; and w hen they leave school, they soon find good po- sitions. We say they w ere born under a lucky star. Sometimes w e may feel a little envious that all luck should go to them, and wonder w hy a little might not be spared for us. The early people, for example the Romans, used to distress themselves greatly over their uncertain luck. We have all read of their goddess, Fortuna, who had wings or a wheel or a ball to signify her changes and w ho gave people success or failure, joy or happiness for no rhyme or reason except to satisfy her whims. But we are not early Romans and fortunately, w e have not the Roman gods or goddesses to play games with our lives. We know perfectly w ell that there is no uncertain-tempered dame giving luck to some and taking it from others. On the contrary we know that the God we believe in has no moods and w hims, but is fair and just to all. What then is this luck that comes to some and not to others? Do the lucky ones earn it and deserve it ? Let us w atch one of the lucky ones. There is something confident about him ; the way he looks, the way he speaks, the w ay he sets about doing things. When he turns us at the diamond for the ball game, he is confident ; he has evidently made up his mind to wm. If the ball is knocked out into the long grass and lost, he is sure he will find it, and he does. When he is given a task at i THE CHIMES 9 school, he promptly decides he will have it done by a certain time, and he does. He takes his luck quite for granted. It never enters his head that he will fail. If he gets a setback, if something does not work out as he expects he sets his teeth, redoubles his deter- mination, and very soon his luck is back again. Luck is more than anything else the way you look at life. The unlucky one is he or she who says, I wonder if I can do it, oi- ''I may be able to, or Oh, if only I could, or I do hope I can. The lucky one never pauses to consider whether he can do it or not, he goes right at it and does it. If you are not satisfied with your luck, begin right away to change it. Train it to come your way. It cannot be done easil} or quickly. It takes time and constant effort, but once it begins to come, it will come thicker and faster. Nothing breeds and multiplies so rapidly as luck. Leavitt Morris, '25 RADIO Even as it stands the radio apparatus is a great marvel. The air is loaded with speeches, with sermons, with music ; and we are now able to reach out and take in whatever we want or like of them. So far our receiving apparatus allows us to catch only what has been issued especially for the purpose of being caught. What if men perfect these radio receivers and tune them so that they can catch every word a man speaks, no matter where he may be? Fancy how business might be mixed up if all a man said could be overheard by anyone who could tune in ! Or how compli- cated love affairs might become, if all the tender things lovers say to one another, could be listened to by anyone who had the right sort of a machine. What treasures there are still to be explored by us in the invisi- ble air surrounding us, no one can tell us yet. All that we are sure of so far is that we can catch speeches, songs, or music, thrown into the air in a certain way. But from that, and from what in- vestigators tell us, we infer that there is little fear that discovery and invention will end with this generation. There will always be more to find out ! How this radical idea confutes the arguments of the ancient materialists who believed only what they could see, feel, or understand ! Here is this radio machine having a wire con- necting with an aerial line of wire outside. You can see nothing in the air, hear nothing. Then you put the receivers joined to the machine over your ears, and you find the air is full of speech of which you were never aware! There is more in the universe than the unaided sense of man's philosophy is aware of — very much more. The man who believes only what he can see or feel or understand, believes very little of what there is to be believed in. It is his loss if he fails to acquire the connecting links, which would enable him to know and communicate with voices and poAV- ers, unseen. but ever near to him. I 10 THE CHIMES The present age Avill be famous in history as the one in which so many impossible things were actually done. The miracle of last year is the commonplace of this year. All the world has been converted on a radio basis. The advertisement of men's clothes in newspapers, instead of showing those superb specimens of humanity playing golf or breaking traffic laws in high-powered autos, represents them as listening in on the radio. Just now anyone who has any money to spend, spends it on the radio. Unless something is done soon the phonograph will be retired to the attic. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears, exhorted Mark Anthony when he was defending the memory of Caesar. The modern public man doesn't even have to ask the people to lend him their ears, as their ears are already glued to radio phones or cocked to catch every syllable given out by a loud speaker at- tachment. The radio fan doesn't have to stay at the baseball or football game that is going against his favorite side ; he can pass on to something else. He can treat himself to a symphony concert from New York ; a comic opera from Schenectady ; a sermon from Pitts- burgh ; a lecture from Dallas on how to fight the boll-weevil ; a play from Chicago, a propaganda speech from somewhere telling what fine fellows the Russian bolshevists are ; or a paid boost from some- where else urging the people to vote for wine and beer, or to buy Uncle Geezer's books of stories for children. If he has a suitable set he can listen to a church choir in Montreal singing in French, or to a cafe orchestra in San Francisco playing jazz. If he gets tired he can crawl into bed and be lulled to sleep by a beautiful soprano who is singing Just a Kiss for him in Cincinnati. The radio has captured the men as no other novelty ever has. In fact any male, no matter how young or old, is subject to the radio germ — and when the germs gets to working, it will go mighty hard with the victim. He becomes completely demoralized, if not demented. He isn't content to sit before a radio outfit and listen to what is coming in ; as soon as he gets a station he has been fishing for, he passing on to something else. He buys a little Book on 1001 Hookups and starts with num- ber one and goes right through the book. He tries every possible and impossible combination. He keeps buying crystals, cat whisk- ers, detector and amplifier tubes, ticklers, boosters, batteries, aeri- als etc., until he hasn't a cent left. Everything, in and out the house is subject to his radio experiments. He connects up with telephone wires, electric lights, gas pipes, the door knob, the piano strings, the clothes-line, the wire fence, the tin roof, the weather vane. He dumps the breakfast food away and uses the carton to wind a new coil on. He connects his battery to the bird cage and kills the bird. Nothing escapes his wild and roving eye. But aside from all that the radio is an excellent means of en- joyment. The variety of entertainment is the first thing the radio enthusiast points out in naming the good qualities of the wireless THE CHIMES 11 telephone. As a means of joy and culture the radio should have a place in every American home. j Lincoln, '24. DRAMATICS On Thursday evening, May 22, the students of the Scituate High School presented a very pleasing vaudeville show at the Satuit Theatre, Scituate Harbor. The theatre which has a seat- ing capacity of about six hundred was full before the curtain rose at 8 o'clock. The first number on the program was an overture by the or- chestra. This was followed by the Humdinger Hummers' Com- pany, the Boys' Glee Club. The second number was Fresh Timothy Hay, given by the Timothy, Bird and Rose Company, featuring Miss Sallie Murphy, Lawrence Peters, and Robert Gardner. This was followed by Signor Leviani, the world famous cornetist. John Prouty played the selections in a very pleasing manner. Abie and Ikey, Hebrew humorists, then appeared. This act would have io be r:een to be appreciated Richard Wherity and Edward Driscoll certainly did their best to put on a realistic piece of work. After another selection by the orchestra, a two-act play, The Office Boy Makes Good was presented by the Senior Commer- cial Club. The cast was as follows : Diogenes (looking for a perfect secretary) Herbert Frye Mr. Carroll (the boss) Mr. Martin Jimmie (the office boy) Gertrude Stanley Miss Devine (up-to-date stenographer) Evelyn Bonney Miss Corliss (another stenographer) Priscilla Fish Stacey Smith (file clerk) George Murphy Miss Moore (first applicant for secretary's position) Mae Flaherty Miss Mann (second applicant for secretary's position) Helen Jellows In the second act Mae Flaherty took the part of Marie, the office girl, and Gertrude Stanley, the former office boy made good, returned to the office and secured the position of private sec- retary. He worked up to this position by applying himself dili- gently at night school. The sketch, ''Mutt and Jef¥ , mutilating music and magic, was well played by Franklin Sharp and Wallace Torrey. Two better characters for this act could not have been found. Miss Lois Wilson as Miss A. Young Sophomore, the lightning change artist, read remarkably well. Troupe Vivianni, Spanish songsters and dancers, composed of the Girls' Glee Club then appeared. The costumes and scenery in this act were wonderful, when one stops and thinks that it was all prepared by high school students. The Boys' Glee Club again appeared in a Carolina Cornfield Glee. This number was followed by a finale, ''That Old Gang of Mine , by the entire group in costume. 12 THE CHIMES Such a creditable performance could not have been stag-ed if it had not been backed by competent workers. Therefore, we take this opportunity to express our sincere thanks to Mr. William Wolff of the Wolff, Fording' Company, Boston, Mass., for the wigs and make-up used at this performance and to Mr. Jack Minsky of the same company for his kindness in coming to the theatre on May 22nd to make-up the actors. The make-up proved invaluable to the performance. We also wish to thank Mrs. Ward, our art director, for the work which she did in planning and preparing the scen ery ; Miss Bradford, our music instructor, for the splendid work shown in the dances and other Glee Club numb-ers. Mr. Martin, our prin- cipal, was another tireless worker, and much of the coaching fell on his shoulders. All of the above mentioned were hard work- ers, but the scenery, music, and acting showed that some one was interested and worked. The scenery and costumes were planned by our Pageantry Class, and the Spanish shawls were made by our art classs under Mrs. Ward's supervision. The Boys' Spanish costumes were made by th-e Household Arts Class with the help of Miss Barrows. The orchestra numbers were furnished by the Prouty Orchestra com- posed of Mrs. Bessie Prouty, pianist ; Mr. Waldo Bates, basso vio- linist; Miss Jau'C Prouty, violinist; Mr. John Prouty, cornetist. Mr. i Ialcolm Merritt of our high school orchestra aided them with the drum. The following criticism of our play was received from Mr. Wolff: The performance last Thursday evening given at the Satuit Playhouse by the High School pupils was certainly entertaining from many points of view, and great credit is due to the different people who did the coaching. There w ere moments when the performance dragged slightly, probably due to the anxiety of some of the comedy stunts trying too hard to be funny, and not realizing that brevity is the soul of wit. Making the audience wait while acts are being prepared is never very interesting, but with all, everything was most wholesome and clean. The most interesting portion of the entertainment was w hen the young ladies entered in their beautiful and picturesque Span- ish ensemble. The eff'ect of the artistic costuming and striking original scenery was equal to any production on the profession- al stage. The Art Class, who is responsible foe the beautifully painted Spanish shawls and the scenic effects, can not be too highly commended for their work, and they should feel amply repaid for the success they achieved. The orchestra and musical numbers added greatly to making a pleasant evening. In fact, the •entire performance had the ap- pearance of having been in the hands of a competent head. The Senior Class, Scituate High School, is planning to present a two-act play, Step L ively , on Monday Evening, June 23. Watch for it. B. O'Connor, Editor. THE CHIMES 13 The world is so full of beautiful things, That we all ought be happy as kings. But are we? Isn't there always something wrong? Something perhaps over which we have no control, and which is not helped by worry and fuss. Why not for a change leave all your worries and troubles in some corner and visit Nature. She has scores of surprises wait- ing for you. Some of them you never thought of before. See that tiny chickadee over there? With a saucy flirt of his brown tail, he seems to say, Well, what are you looking for? Plenty to see isn't there? 'Bout time you'd come out. Then with a happy chirk and twitter he is off. You will soon forget your misfortunes. Nature will not let you remember them. Did you ever read any of the stories in the sky? No? Then here is an opportunity for you to use your imagination. They are not written there in black and white for you to reel off as you v ould Latin. No one will tell you how to translate or inter- pret them. You can do this to suit your own fancy. And the sea ! No artist or story-teller, no matter how great his skill or talent, can ever convey to you the thrill you get when you v atch it. See those great, gray breakers ride majestically in, the wind sweeping the white foam from their crests. Then with a deafening roar they thunder in on the beach, the snowy foam racing far out on the gray sands. Sometimes a night when a silvery moon looks serenely down from a star-studded sky, all the world listens to the music of the sea. Hardly a breeze stirs the ever-whispering pines, now conversing in soft low tones. Moonbeams dance, glitter, sparkle and skimmer on the deep blue ocean. In a deep voice that echoes and re-echoes along the beach, splashing and lapping on the rocks, the waters tell many stories, some very, very old; of Oriental cities where yellow- skinned, slant-eyed peoples wind their way through dark, narrow streets ; of tropical islands, where dark-skinned natives dive deep in the sparkling waters for priceless pearls ; of the cold Northland where fur-clad Eskimos skim over the glistening snows. The charm of the sea is irresistible. To any one that really knows it, it is a true friend, one that never grows monotonous. Sometimes it seems to be sobbing along the shore, as if sorry and repentant for all the danger it has caused and for the damage it has done. Again it is fired with unconquerable passion and fury, and it beats out its anger against the wave-worn rocks. And then the sunsets, how interesting they are Nature gives each one a touch of individuality that makes it distinctly different from any other. One could go on seemingly forever telling of such things. Birds, flowers, trees, winds, storms, all have an important place in Na- ture's Wonderland. And so it is, everywhere, on rainy days, cold days, gray days, and every day are wonderful things waiting to be discovered. There are enough worries and troubks in the world now. Don't look for more. Instead look for things that bring happiness and joy. And if you look, you will find them. H. Healy, '26. 14 THE CHIMES A i6 T)ot J lwa s as good s s a Toile. The baseball season opened this year with a gam-e against the Alumni. Though the High School team lost, they showed reasonably good form, considering their lack of practice. Aft'cr the game on April 19 in which the team was defeated in the open- er, they dropp-ed two games, one to Randolph and one to Dux- bury, before coming back with a decisive win over Cohasset. For the past few years Powder Point has been considered Scit- uate's hardest opponent. As they have more opportunities to practice and much more material to pick from, the prep school usually has beaten us badly. And they beat us this year — but not badly because with a little more practice our team could equal theirs if not outplay it. The outfield is getting into bet- ter shape and the whole team is gradually strengthening itself. Our one victory so far was so encouraging that it overshadowed the defeats received and put new life into the team. The Scit- uate team completely outplayed and outbatted Cohasset on her home field. Wherity, who was not on last year's team, has proved himself a pitch-er who is going to be a great help in this and the coming seasons. He pitched an extra good game at Powder Point, and if he receives good support Scituate should win every game re- maining on h-er schedule. Curran is a steady performer behind the plate, and he and Wherity team up well together. Curran Avas kept out of the Powder Point game because of illness. Ric-e Avas shifted by Coach Norton, from the outfield to cover the home plate, wher-e he did some fine work. THE CHIMES 15 The rest of the squad are fielding their positions well and are doing some fairly good hitting. Murphy, McCarthy and Dwyer are playing their usual good games at their respective places; while Stanley, Hyland and Cole are working consistently to hold down their positions. Randolph defeated Scituate High on the town common by the score rf 9 to 7. Scituate staged a rally in the ninth when Murphy hit a triple with the bases loaded, scoring three runs but falling short of tying the game by two runs. The score: Innings 1 2 S 4 5 6 7 8 9R II E Randolph 0 0 1 2 0 4 0 0 2—9 17 5 Scituate 0 0 1 2 0 0 0 0 4—7 12 8 Batteries — Holbrook and Slattery ; Wherity and Curran. BOYS' BASEBALL TEAM OF '24 16 THE CHIMES GIRLS' BASEBALL TEAM OF '24 LITERARY JOYCE Monsieur Johns and Co., in the smashing hit 'The Eleventh Hour','' was emblazoned in red letters on a white background in almost every merchant's show-window in Danville. Accompany- ing these posters were photographs of the players in poses from the play. The long-heralded event was now very near at hand. For weeks the people of Danville had been discussing excitedly the prospects of this highly novel diversion offered by one M. Johns. Jack Dari, editor of the Danville-News, had not found it diffi- cult to wax loquacious on the subject of the coming performance. Indeed after reading his editorials, the half -interested immediate- ly became wholly aroused to the possibilities of the stage. The editor, a brisk and energetic young man with reasonable aspirations for the future, basked in the glory which his editorials brought to him. He hoped to go to the city at some future date, and join a large newspaper firm, but for the present his thoughts vrere wrapped up in the Danville News. And now the great day was at hand and excitement was at its highest pitch. Perhaps the most excited of all was Joyce Kane. Joyce, at an early age, had developed a faculty for reciting. She had always been keenly interested in the stage and secretly dete: - mined to be a great actress some day in the future. Meanwhile she had won medals at school and studied dancing through a cor- THE CHIMES 17 respondence school. After she graduated from high school, she r solved to study acting through the same method as she had studied dancing. Consequently she practised ardently various emotions in front of her mirror. Her father, watching her per- form these physical gyrations declared her latest fad , as he called it, worse than the classic dancing. Then came the great news of M. John and his company. Joyce became so filled with the universal excitement that she even in- duced her parents to allow her to take a room at the Bailey Inn where she learned M. Johns and Co. were to stay. She had viewed the six photographs and had experienced love at first sight with one pictured face, that of a very immaculate young man. burely the leading man, she thought. The train bearing the actors was due at seven o'clock, and by six-thirty the station and platform were lined with townspeople eager to catch a glance of the celebrities. Foremost among their ranks was Joyce. Oh, she breathed to the girl on her right, won't it be won- derful to have real actors from New York come to this little town ? ' ' The girl excitedly assented, keeping her gaze fastened on the distant bend in the tracks. Finally a prolonged whistle was heard and the train came puffing into the station. As if amazed at the sight of so many people, it stopped spas- modically in front of the station. Everyone held his breath for the coming event was an incident which he might tell through the generations. Slowly the passengers alighted. First came a middle-aged man, rather stout and heavily laden with bundles, boxes and an um- brella. This was M. Johns. Next came three ladies all presumably in the early thirties but vary dusty and weary appearing. Their clothes were drab and covered with the dust of the journey. They also carried bags and umbrellas. Following them were two men, not young, and that seemed to be all. Joyce gave a gasp of disappointment. HE hadn 't come ! The crowd had turned away, their excitement somew hat dimmed by the drab appearance of the actors, when suddenly their attention was arrested by the appearance of an immaculately dressed young man, a cigat-ette in his mouth and a cane on his arm, strolling leis- urely down the platform. That's him, ecstatically whispered Joyce. Who? queried a voice. Why the leading man, of course, answered Joyce as she fol- lowed in the wake of the crowd which was straining to get a glimpse of this personage. When the hotel was reached, the crowd dispersed and M. Johns and Co. were shown to their respective rooms. Joyce could hardly wait for the reappearance of the distin- m-lEH MEMORIAL LIBRARY SCilUATE. MASS. 18 THE CHIMES g'uished stranger. She impatiently seated herself in a wicker chair on the hotel veranda and drew from her hand-bag a picture. Ah! she murmured and gazed at the picture of Percival Smythe, leading man for M. Johns and Co. She had her plan of action carefully worked out. She would approach the stranger in a confidential way and inquire if he had seen John Barrymore lately. Then she would ask in a casual way if he w ould autograph her picture of him. Truly a wonderful plan ! From the midst of these pleasant dreams she was suddenly aroused. Ah, pawdon me, but would it inconvenience you if I occupied the next chaiah? inquired a refined voice, and Joyce saw to her amazement the young actor of her dreams. Oh, not at all, she replied. Nonchalantly arranging her mod- ishly smart skirt. With a courteous bow, he sank into a wicker chair which gave forth a protesting squeak due to the age of the venerable piece of furniture. You're Percival Smythe, aren't you? began- Joyce without any preliminaries. Mr. Smythe nodded his sleek head graciously. I am he, he announced. Not the Smythes of Philadelphia? He nodded. ' ' Oh, then ! could you tell me what John Barrymore is doing now? I haven't seen him for an age, I really must write to him. Why only the last time we met he said 'Be sure and write and — Oh ! interposed Percival, ' ' are you connected with the stage ? ' ' ''We-e-11, I'm very much interested in the Little Theatre move- ment, said Joyce modestly. Oh! to be shuah, replied Mr. Smythe, although I have never been at the Little Theatre, I have had several really smash- ing parts. They tell me that there is an immense part waiting for me now in New York. Of course the reason I am here is that I am just filling in a vacancy in the company as a personal favor to M. Johns, he finished with a deprecatory jesture. Joyce produced the picture, at the same time looking her admir- ation. Last month when I was in New York I had a chance to meet some of my friends, Maude Adams, Mary Pickford, and some others and they all autographed their pictures for me, so I 'd very much like to have yours as I am starting a collection. You will do this, won't you? Joyce looked hopefully at Percival. ' ' Why-er, yes, of course, ' ' he began slowly. You see I was forced to put an end to autographing pictures as the demand began to be such a nuisance. Howevah I will do it as a f avah to you. ' ' And drawing out a fountain pen, he inscribed his signature in a sur- prisingly cramped and painstaking manner upon the picture. Joyce received this with exclamations of delight, and thus they THE CHIMES 19 sat and talked while Danville gossiped. Of course Joyce was very up-to-date and modern, but was it right for to be flirting so out- rageously with the new actor? Jack Dare hurrying past the hotel saw the two. So Joy was going to throw him over in favor of the city fellow! Jack tried to comfort himself with the thought that he was to accompany Joyce to the performance that evening. The curtain had just risen disclosing the interior of an expen- sively decorated room when Jack and Joyce arrived. She urged him to hurry, and they reached their seats just as the play com- menced. Joyce sighed ecstatically and eagerly watched the stage. As the play progressed, Jack began to experience a feeling of wonder which soon gave place to secret amusement. The hero of the play appeared to be one of the older men, a Mr. Roger King. He whispered to Joyce, ''I thought you said Mr. Smythe was the hero. This Roger seems to have the main part and anyway where is Smythe? I haven't seen him yet. ''Oh wait, it probably isn't time for him yet, she cautioned. The play continued. Finally at a crucial moment Mr. Percival Smythe entered. His speech was brief and to the point, ''Dinner is served, sir, and produced titters from the gallery. So the de- bonair Mx. Smythe was only the butler. Jack kindly refrained from looking at Joyce. He thought her confusion would be profound, and when to his astonishment she gripped his arm and whispered, Wasn't he wonderful? Jack stared at her dumb ly. The curtain had gone down on the final act, and the people were putting on their wraps preparatory to leaving. Jack stood up, Well, let's be going, he said to Joyce. But she, with a gesture silenced him, saying the while, Oh wait a minute. Percival said he would be right out after the play and I promised to walk home with him. And sure enough, strolling towards them, nattily attired, came Mr. Percival Smythe. Ah, there you awh, he greeted them generally. Ripping good show, what? Joyce eagerly assented and Jack murmured something about an interview with M. Johns. Mr. Sm ythe quietly appropriated Joyce's arm and Jack went disconsolately to interview the French- man. Gaininsr admittance to M. Johns' rooms, Jack proceeded with the business in hand. Tell me, M. Johns, something about your leading man, began Jack. Ah, you mean Meester King? A fine fellow, he will be great in the future, said M. Johns. Yes, I know, but what of Mr. Percival Smythe! interrupted Jack impatiently. Meester Smythe? Oh, heem, a fine fellow but no brains, no 20 THE (IIIMEkS intelligence. 1 pass through a leetle villag'e and find heem assist- ing- his mother in a boarding house. He weesh very much to join my companee, so I say, 'Ver' wel, come along'. A fine fellow, but no brains. Jack spent the busiest night of his life composing his master- piece. The editorial for the Danville News was written to give Joyce Kane a jolt and cure her of her infatuation for Mr. Percival Smythe. Tactfully and very expertly Jack rewrote his interview with M. Johns, omitting nothing and lightlv veneering the whole with skill. The next day the Danville residents wondered if there was a hidden meaning in Jack's editorial. Was he really laughing at the elegant young actor? Jack, casually strolling by the Kane residence, was met at the gate by Mr. Kane. ' Fine piece in your paper, but say, w hy the slams on the good- looking young fellow? ''Slams? Why sure, ain't they slams? AVell — they were the exact w ords of M. Johns. ' ' Humph ! ' ' Has Joyce seen it? ' ' Huh ! Oh yes, she 's out on the back porch counting flies ; been getting there for nigh two hours. Why don 't you go around and see her? ' Jack decided that he would and presently seated himself beside Joyce on the back porch. Dreaming of Percival? queried Jack. No, she answered shortly. Jack tried again, 'Spose you're thinking of going to New York to try your luck at acting? No, said Joyce again, I'm thru with actors and acting. Margaret L. Cole '25. THE FIRE Fire Fire! was the cry which rang out on the still night air. Dang! Dang! Dang! the loud clang of the fire engine was heard. With sparks flying, firemen hanging on, the city's larg- est fire engine, the pride of New York, came whizzing down th-e street. The biggest apartment house in New York was burning; flames leaped up toward the sky which now reflected a bright red. Sparks and smoke flew from the windows and doors. In th-e THE CHIMES 21 streets policemen were trying their best to keep back the ever- growing mob. Life nets, ladders and every available thing was in use for the rescue of the people. Swiftly the men counted the rescued people. Two people were missing. Who were they? ' ' There is some one jumping into the net ! ' ' some one cried. The firemen looked. It was a girl about seven years old. Vv hen she stood up, the people asked her who else was up in the house. Oh, it' 5 my little brother Johnny, and he doesn't dare jump, sobbed the little girl. Do go get him; he is only four. The chief of the fire department turned and looked up at th-e burning building just in time to see a small boy waving his arms and crying. In a moment ladders were up, but they did not reach the roof. The people were yelling and pushing. Finally some one called, Hold a life net! Hold a life net! There was a rush for the life net. The crowd were calling for the boy to jump, when suddenly he disappeared. Chief O'Malley ordered the ladders to be put up again, and in a moment he was at the top, a hook ladder in his hand. He caught the hook on the edge of the roof and climbed slowly up. After hunting around he found the boy, a huddled heap on the floor. He had been overcome by smoke. Chief O'Malley lifted him softly and hurried back to the edge of the roof where the ladder hung — but the ladder was not there. He looked down ; far, far below him was the life net. In a min- ute the building would fall. His arms and face were scorched. He knew he must jump. A pause and he was sailing through the air, at a great speed. The life net grew nearer and nearer; suddenly all was dark. 0 'Malley opened his eyes to ! :ee a young nurse in white, bending over him. He looked at his hands, both were bandaged. He raised one to his head, and found that was bandaged also. Where is the boy? asked O'Malley. Is he all right?'' Yes he is fine. He is out in the garden with his sister, said the nurse. He sent you these. Sh-e was arranging a bunch of red and white roses in a china vase. The roses were American Beauties. They were in a pretty vase that by the looks, O'Malley judged, had come from China. The vase sat in the middle of a white doily that was on a small table n-ear the window. That sure was a daring rescue, said the nurse as she fin- ished fixing the flowers. Oh, that is nothing, said O'Malley. Just then the door opened and a small boy, with his head and hands bandaged like 0 'Malley 's, entered the room. He walked over to the bed and taking one of 0 'Malley 's hands in his, he said, When I am a man I am going to be chief of the fire department, and I am going to save a boy like you did. 22 THE cnilMES O'Malley smiled at the little boy and said, ''I am glad I did save you and I hope you make as good a chief as you are a boy. I guess I will, all right, 'cause I am going to be just like you, answered the boy as he pressed O'Malley's hand to his cheek. Inez Smith, '27. STUDY PERIOD THOUGHTS Is this an idea which I have before me Reclining in my brain? Come let me grasp thee — I have thee not. I ask thee once again : Art thou not bewildering thought, capable Of being written as felt? Or art thou but A fragment of a dream — an unreal thing Proceeding from the over-crowded brain ? But now to understand thee seems to be Not so difficult as before. Thou turnest me from the thing that I was doing For thou destroy 'st all that I have done. My brain is made the fool o' the other senses Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still And now I can describe thee to the rest Which was not so before. There's no such thing. 'Tis but this bad assignment which presents This to my mind and troubles me so much. Grace Towle, '25, BECAUSE I LIKE TO Some write for fame And some OH ! shame Write just because they have to. Some find it work While some just shirk I write because I like to. Some write good sense ' And earn much pence While some again just strive to. Let fame be shy And pass me by I'll write because I like to. Hazel Eaton, '26. THE CHIMES 23 OBEYING ORDERS Eva Talmadge was a freshman in high school. All her spare time was spent m, studying' the little khaki book of the Girl Scouts. After Eva had learned the laws she would then be a tenderfoot, but she also had to learn to keep and obey the laws. Every week Eva would take a law and live up to it. Well, Eva, what law are you going to take this week? said her mother one day. 'A Gil-1 Scout obeys orders,' Mother I think that will be an easy one. Don't you? she asked. Her mother did not answer her, for she knew Eva did not al- ways do as she was told. Two days passed and Eva lived up to her chosen law. On the third day after school she did not feel very well and when she came into the house, she kissed her mother and baby brother and went to lie down. Where are you going, Eva? asked her mother. ''I was going to ask you to take care of Buddy while I do an errand. Oh, Mother, I can't. I am tired. I worked hard today. Can't you take Buddy with you ? ' ' Eva replied. No, dear, he has a cold and I can not take him out, she said. Oh, I suppose I must, said Eva, and with much grumblnig she took the baby from her mother's arms and sat down with him. After her mother had gone Eva remembered her Scout law. Oh, dear, she thought. I didn't live up to my law. What must Mother think of me. I know what I'll do. I'll put the baby to sleep and start the supper for Mother. Poor Mother must be tired. Pretty soon little Buddy's head began to nod, and before Eva was aware of it. Buddy was asleep. She laid him in his crib and busied herself around the kitchen. She went into the dining room to set the tabJe. On one side of the room Eva's coat was carelessly slung over the chair. On the davenport lay her book and lunch box. ' ' Oh, gracious ! Buddy must have been fussy and this room isn 't swept or picked up. They're all my things too, she added. Eva swept and dusted the room and picked up her clothes. Then she went to the kitchen. When Mrs. Talmadge got home the table was set, the supper ready, and Buddy still asleep. Eva's mother thanked her and Eva felt that her little bit of work was greatly appreciated. The rest of the week passed, and many times it was hard for Eva to keep her law, but she kept it through it all. At last Saturday night came. Movies. Eva had saved her money all the week without saying anything to anyone. Saturday night she had planned to go to the movies with her father. Eva, said Mrs. Talmadge, Your father has bought two tickets for a special show. He and I are going together. I will fix Buddy so that he w ill be asleep and you won 't have to bother with him, dear. 24 THE ( HIMES ''Oh, Mother, I saved — she started, then continued in a clieerful voice, ''All rig'ht, Mother, that will be fine. 1 hope you and Dad have a fine time. Gee, said Eva to herself, 1 almost foryot my law. I did want to see that picture though. After supper when Buddy went to sleep, Eva sat down with a book and a box of candy to read. What happened Eva never knew but she woke up in the midst of flame and smoke. Eva remembered her scout instructions, Keep Cool. The first thing she thoujiht of was Buddy. Running to his room she saw the fiames had not yet reached it. The stairway was cut off, and the windows were blazing. Oh, what will I do, she thought. The basement. I can get out that way. Wrapping Buddy in his blankets and then in a fire blanket, she started to the basement. Groping around in the dark, she at last fouiul the bulkhead, and pushing it open she got out. Eva hurried across to Young's house and left Buddy there; then rung in the alarm. In a half an hour the fire waf3 out with small damage to the house. Mr. and Mrs. Talmadge with Eva and Buddy were at the Young's home. Well, Mother, I don't know just how it happened but I think •a coal from the fireplace fell out and set fire to the rug. The smoke must have awakened me. The stairway was cut off and +he windows blazing ; soi I went the basement way and brought Buddy right over here. He was all wrapped up in his blankets, and I don't think he caught more cold. Well, Eva, you certainly lived up to your law this week, and if my little girl is always as cool in the face of danger, I shall be satisfied, said Mr. Talmadge. A month passed and a special meeting of the Girl Scouts was called. I wonder w hat they have special for us tonight, said Eva to Esther Young. Gee! I don't know, Eva, but we will both know in a short while, ' ' Esther replied. The meeting was called to order and the business soon disposed of. Then Miss Faire, the leader of the Girl Scouts got up to speak. She spoke of the night of the fire and of how Eva had saved the baby so quickly. At the conclusion of her speech ghe said : In order to show our appreciation to Miss Talmadge, we wish to present her with a medal. It is just a small token of our esteem to one who worked so quickly in the face of danger. Miss Eva Talmadge, come forward, please. Eva got up and went to the platform. She was very much sur- prised and embarrassed. She took the medal and thanked the people ; then resumed her seat. Talking to her mother later that night Eva said, Mother, I think I have learned lots of things this last month. Since I have THE CHIMES 25 been a Girl Scout it comes easy to me to be cheerful, obey orders and to be neat. But at times, it was hard wasn 't it, Mother ? ' ' And Mrs. Talmadge answered, Yes, dear. Ruth LaVange '27. BROTHERLY ADVICE I was ordered up to the mountains for a vacation. My friend had a cabin up in the Rockies which she offered to let me use for a while. I hated the thoughts of going, but there are many things which are necessary, though not at all times desirable. The week before I went, I began to pack. Oh, what work ! My brother, who is very enthusiastic over out-of-door life, burst in on one of my terrible sieges and began to give some brotherly advice. Most of you girls blessed with brothers know what I mean when I say brotherly advice. Say, where d'ya think you're goin' anyway? Atlantic City? Ya won't need all those things. Going over to my trunk, he muttered to himself, Gosh, I guess she thinks she's got to vamp the birds and her Indian maid. Then in a louder tone, Say, Sis, wha'cha bringin' all these things for? Let me tell you now, you don't need all these clothes. All you need is a pair of pants an' a shirt. You'll spoil these clothes. Gee, wha'cha takin' this tennis racquet for? Don'cha know you can't play up there. More rummaging. Gee, wha'cha takin' this for? Don'cha know ya won 't be able to wear this suit. Gee ! What a color ! Ya '11 scare all the fishes out. Take your blue one that you had last year. More inspection. Gee, Sis! Where d'ya think you're going, any- way, takin' all those shoes? After a few more minutes of careful inspection, he began sarcastically, My dear sister, do you know what the woods are like? You won't find a first-class orchestra up there, that's one sure thing. I'm very certain the cook won't know how to make a Banana Steamboat, and I'm also very positive that you'll get kicked out if you bring all these clothes. Silence for a moment. How I wished he would get out! But of course he wouldn't. Say, Sis, wha'cha takin' these for? Silk stockings! My gosh! Say, Sis, haven 't eha anything but silk ones ? Haw, haw ! Gee, whiz ! Say, haven 't you any other kind of a thing than this ? I guess you'll catch a couple of whales with this bathing suit. Up there in the mountains the people wear a bathing suit for the pur- pose of swimming and if you wear anything like this, even the fishes will laugh at you. Ain 'tcha got any good shoes ? How far do you think you can walk with these simpy shoes on ? AVhat 's this pink stuff? Holy Moses! What did ya say ya called it, your linger — you'r linger — Oh, your linger somethin', I donno. Finally I was so exasperated and annoyed by his continual Say Sis — etc, that I turned around to see what he was doing. 26 THE CHIMES Everything- was on the floor and nothing in the trunk. 1 had spent a wiiole day making these things fit into the trunk, and to look at the mess that my dearly beloved brother had managed to compile in such a short time, made me want to cry. Instead, I said, Look here, who is going on this trip, you or I? Well, you are but — Well, then, you shut up! Get out of here. I'll do my own packing. If anything goes wrong, I'll very kindly remember that you told me what to do. Very firmly and not w ith the best of etiquette I pushed him toward the door. I sympathize with all those poor girls who get unasked for brotherly advice. M. Ford, '25. When something needs to be done or when something is desired, the only thnig to do is to start on your own initiative to do what needs to be done, or to gam what is desired. If you wait for someone else to start, the task will never be done and nothing will ever be gained. A good example of perservering in this manner and receiving a reward for it, is shown by the work of the boys of the Scituate High School. For various reasons, the Park Commissioners pro- hibited the playing of baseball on the Common. This action ap- peared very severe to the ball team, because there was no other good place to play ball. The field over near the North Scituate railroad station had not been used for three or fonr years and it would have been impossible to play ball on it. The Sand Hills ball field was being filled in with dirt and being put in condition for the summer season ; so that w-as out of the question. There was one field left and that was the field in back of the High School building. The part of the field used as the infield was not so bad but the surface of the rest of the field was broken by the jagged edges of rocks projecting three and four inches above the ground. To clear the field of rocks was going to be a big job, but no one thought it impossible. Volunteers were asked to bring shovels, crowbars, and pickaxes to dig out the rocks ; and before long about thirty shovels were making the dirt fly. Most of the rocks were bigger than was supposed, some of them weighing near- ly a ton. After the dirt was dug from around each rock a rope about seventy-five feet long was hitched to it, and from sixty to seventy boys took hold of the rope and pulled the rock out. After three weeks of periodical work, most of the rocks had been drawn out, but the field was so dug up that it would take some time to make it good enough for a ball fieVl. With the first game of the season only a week away, the que stion of a ball field was seriously discussed. In the meantime, the people of the town had become interested THE CfllMES 27 ill the question, because they saw that the pupils were really in earnest and were willing to work for what they wanted. They finally prevailed upon the Park Commissioners to remove the re- striction for this season at least, and now the Common is again being used as a ball field. All this goes to show what may be gained by trying to get along with the best that may be had. James Dwier 24. WHEN I WAS A BOY ' I call it downright destructiveness, said the father of a six- teen year old boy. ''When I was a boy, we used to have spelling matches to keep us out of mischief. When a boy can't keep a watch a week without taking it apart to see what makes it go, or can't stop from unwinding the doorbell coils and the like; he cer- tainly is destructive. And so the father raves on while his son sits in a straight-backed chair trying to look repentant. Spelling matches ! Who can imagine a bunch of fellows now days sitting down to have a spelling match. I can't for one. Can you? It's always, When I was a boy we did this and v 'e did that. A father like that should reason the matter out. When he was a boy, were autos as numerous as people ; were there submarines ; were there great bird-like machines in the air; and was there such a thing as radio ? How could he even mention a mere spelling match with these? Boys of nowadays are older for their age than they were in the last century. Did the boys of then dismantle an engine and put it back so it ran? They didn't even understand what a crank shaft was. The best thing to do is give a boy a chance in what he likes best. Instead of buying him a ticket to an opera or lecture, give him permission to get five dollars' worth of material at the electric store. Without doubt he'll come home with a phone, some coils, a tube and some other pieces of apparatus. Some night he'll shout, Hey! Come here quick. Run! When you reach his room, he'll clamp the phones on your head, and you'll lean back in a chair in solid comfort listening to a con- cert by the New York Symphony Orchestra. Then you '11 have to admit it 's much more interesting than Greek or law. And before you know it you'll have a five tube neutrodyne in your home and' you '11 begin bragging at the office about ' ' What I got last night. You probably won't admit that your boy started it, and under difficulties, too, but way down deep in your heart you'll be proud that he's your boy. Robert Gardner, '25. 28 THE (nilMES A bald-headed man likes to tell of the hair breadth escapes he has had. Say Sally! Is Dot Hammond a blonde or a brunette'? I can't seem to remem.ber. ' ' She is a decided blonde. Why decided? Oh! I was there the night she decided. E. Barry: Got an (e)raserr' G. Cole: No, I haven't, but Bob Gardner has. Mr. Bragdon : When you have finished your lecture, bow gracefully and leave the platform on tiptoe. Mr. Martin: Why on tiptoe?. Mr. Bragdon: So as not to awaken your audience. THE CHIMES 29 Cop: Prisoner, did you steal that rug? Pris : No, yer honor, a lady gave it to me and told me to beat it and I did. — Punch Bowl. Fresh : ' ' Who is the smallest man in the world ? ' ' Soph : I give up. Fresh: Why, the Roman soldier who sleeps on his watch. Tucker: I won ten bucks at poker last night. Torrey : Honestly? Tucker: Now don't ask any foolish questions. Mr. Norton: Is this the fire department? Fire Chief: Yes, what do you want? Mr. Norton : ' ' How far is it to the nearest alarm box ? My laboiatory is on fire and I must turn in the call at once. The hardest task a teacher has, remarked Mr. Martin, is putting abstract facts into concrete heads. 30 THE CHIMES We acknowledo e the following exchanges with grateful appre- ciation : Kennett Kommett, Conway, N. H. You made a fine beginning for your first issue. The Enterprise, West Roxbury, Mass. Where are your ex- changes ? The Pilgrim, Plymouth, Mass. Your editorials are well written and interesting. The Hermiad, Hingham, Mass. Why don't you add a few more stories or have longer ones? The Parrot, Rockland, Mass. All your departments are well de- veloped and interesting. The Student's Pen, East Bridgewater, Mass. ''Here and There is a cleverly composed news column. Your alumni department is well arranged. The Coney Cue, Augusta, Maine. Your publication shows that you have a well-organized school in back of you. Your cuts and department headings are good. The Red and Black, Whitman, Mass. Your class notes are certainly crisp and breezy. The Golden Rod, Quincy, Mass. Your Extract?i from the Diary of a Caveman are clever and original. English High School Record, Boston, Mass. We always welcome your excellent paper. The Meteor, Berlin, N. H. Your cuts and editorials concerning New Hampshire scenery are unique. The TJnqiiity Echo, Milton, Mass. The TJnquity Echo is one of our favorite exchanges. THE CHIMES 31 SATUIT GARAGE CO., Inc. SCITUATE, MASS. AUTOMOBILE REPAIRING A FULL LINE OF SUPPLIES TIRES AND TUBES STORAGE BATTERIES RE-CHARGED AND RE-BUILT STAR AND DURANT AUTOMOBILES Sales and Service FOR HIRE Scitnate 212-2 SERVICE IS THE WINNING FACTOR IN OUR BUSINESS COMPLIMENTS OF ELSWORTH CURTIS 32 THE (UIIMES Compliments GEORGE T. OTIS of Dealer in A XI AT TT I .TA AJN AL U MN A Fancy Meats and Martha G. Seavems Provisions Registered Pharmacist Where yoLi get SCITUATE, MASS. Quality and Service JOHN W. 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General Garage The SEAVERNS Cars let by Day or Hour Automobile Supplies Ford Sales and Service STORE NORTH SCITUATE Scituate Harbor, Mass. All Kinds of Things For All Kinds Compliments of of People AN ALUMNA Martha G. Seaverns Registered Pharmacist SCITUATE, MASS. We are local headquar- ters for all your needs. Digitized by tlie Internet Arcliive in 2015 littps: arcliive.org details cliinnes1924scit_2 THE CHIMES Vol 2. December, 1924 No. 1 Member of Published by the Students of the Scituate High School, Scituate, Massachusetts EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief Louis Haartz Assistant Editor Harriett Alexander Advertising Managers {Herbert Frye T THazel Eaton Literary Editors j Edward Driscoll Athletic Editors [Catherine Murphy [Richard Wherity Alumni Editor Barbara Brown Dramatic Editor Rose Hernan Art Editor Malcolm Merritt T i. Tr ,- - [Wallace Torrey Joke Editors jp q Exchange Editor Edgar Hyland Finance Manager Eulaila Pinkam The Editorial Staff is most deeply appreciative of the spontaneous support of those pupils who have submitted articles and stories for our school paper. We should have a much larger list of contributors. To produce the best possible school paper we need the varied talent of the whole school. Send in something for the next issue. 4 THE CHIMES ALUMNI NOTES The Editorial Staff wishes me to express their thanks to the Alumni who have responded to the letters which were sent out. A number of the members sent money not only for their subscriptions to The Chimes, but also for sample copies to be sent to their classmates. Class notes which have been received are given below : Evelyn Bonney, '24 is attending the Chandler Secretarial School. Mae Flaherty, '24, is attending the Chandler Secretarial School. Priscilla Fish, '24, is employed in Mr. Bragdon's Office. Amy Frye, '24 is to enter The Children's Hospital in Jan- uary to train for a nurse. Gertrude Stanley, '24, is employed in an office in Boston. Helen Jellows, '24, is employed at the Scituate Post Office. Eleanor Dwyer, '24, is employed in an office in Boston. Franklin Sharp, '24, is taking up a course in art at a night school in Boston. Martha Lincoln, '24, is at home. Helen Lee, '23, is employed in an office in Boston. Mildred Webster, '23, is attending Boston University. Nellie Sharp, '21 is attending Miss Perry's Kindergarten School. Helen Curtis, '21, is a Senior at Boston University. Nelson Lee, '22, is employed in an office in Boston. John E. Prouty, 1898, is Assistant Cashier of the Atlantic National Bank of Boston. Robert J. Hill, '10, is a Doctor of Dental Surgery in Boston. H. B. Totman, '04, is a professor in music. The Alumni subscription list to date is as follows : Wm. J. Sullivan A. Clark Spaulding Lillian MacQuarrie Walter Pepper W. T. Sherman John E. Prouty Arthur N. Colman Howard O. Frye Arthur H. Camon Mary F. Supple M. Emma Vinal Mrs. George Vollmer Marion A. Totman Mrs. Jessie Litchfield Mrs. Henry T. Bailey Ann M. Edson Annie M. Somers Mrs. Willis Totman Herbert B. Totman Robert Hill Ester M. Spaulding Barbara O'Connor to Wilmot M. Brown Mrs. P. G. Pratt THE CHIMES 5 The following letters were sent in by some of the alumni members : October 31, 1924 Miss Barbara Brown Scituate High School, Scituate, Mass. There is a check inclosed for $2.00. Kindly send me the three issues to be printed this year. The balance you may use in sending copies to any of the class of 1910 that do not subscribe for any issues. Sincerely yours, Robert J. Hill. October 31, 1924 RJH HG Barbara Brown, Alumni Editor, The Chimes, Scituate High School, Scituate, Mass. My dear Miss Brown : — I enclose a dollar bill to insure my receiving the three issues of The Chimes, mentioned in yours of October 24th. The remaining two bits I hope you will accept with my compliments. You might use it to have the editorial scissors sharpened. There is nothing so convenient when you have a few inches of space to fill. I shall look forward to receiving the three issues of The Chimes, and if you can furnish the alumni any information concerning their fellow graduates you will perform a very valuable service to all of us, since, at least in my own case, I find that I am greatly out of touch with those who were in school at the time that I was, and I shall be very glad, indeed, to get some details of what has become of them. Very truly yours, Howard 0. Frye. HOF S end. November 1, 1924 My dear Miss Brown : Was very much pleased to have the opportunity to subscribe to The Chimes as the S. H. S. has always held some very pleasant memories for me. I made music my life work, and enjoy it, and have a large class of pupils every year — a good many now are doing public and professional work. Am a member of several musical clubs, and take an active part in them. Yours for success, H. B. TOTMAN. 6 THE CHIMES A rather interesting incident happened a few years ago when in the West. If you think it would prove interesting to your readers, you are at liberty to publish it. I was travelling from Sheridan, Wyoming to Cheyenne and stopped at the Ban- ner Ranch — a combination ranch house and road house. After one of the best meals I had had in a long time. I saw the cowboys disappear and wondered a little as they usually hung around to get all the outside news. In about a half hour they returned with an old square piano they had carted on their shoulders about a half mile. They placed it in the middle of the sitting room floor and asked me if I would play. It seems one of the boys had heard me play in Sheridan. The piano was almost a wreck — notes were gone — some keys and wires were broken, and a tuner would have a good day s job making even a start on it. However, the boys, old and young, some of them grey beards lined up around the room and I started to play. That was about 8 p. m., and I played until almost 2 the next morn- ing. They asked for more pieces than I could find time to mention. Old time war songs, music of the day, patroitic airs, sentimental songs. Sometimes they would sing. At some pieces tears would run down the cheeks of the older ones — probably bringing memories. I have played in public places a good many times on beauti- ful pianos, but that was the most appreciative audience I ever had. Barbara Brown, Alumni Editor. CLASS OF '24 DOESN'T IT SEEM FUNNY Not to hear Gert laughing? Not to hear Helen's troubles? Not to hear Amy and Martha telling jokes? Not to hear George talking at the wrong time? Not to see Eleanor and Barbara together? Not to see Jim fooling with the girls? Not to see Evelyn so businesslike? Not to see Mae doing tricks? Not to see Priscilla studying? Not to see John solving geometry? Not to see Ruth making faces? C. E. M. '26 THE CHIMES 7 SCHOOL NEWS We are exceedingly sorry to lose our splendid teacher, Miss Hastings, who has taught French and Latin in Scituate High School for several years. Miss Hastings was so well-liked by all the students that it seemed hard to have her go. But to take Miss Hastings' position, we have Miss Pierson, whom we now know to be equally good. We have found Miss Howe, the new assistant in the house- hold arts department, to be a good cook as well as a good teacher. Our mathematics instructor this year is Mr. Sommerman. Not only is he a remarkable teacher, but also a good coach for the football team. We hope these three new teachers will remain with us for several years at least. Besides the Freshies we have two new students. In the Junior class, we have Anna Conant, who fomerly attended Girls' High School, Boston, and Lydia Stearns who was a member of R. S. P. A. School, Roxbury. The girls of Scituate High are planning a game of volley-ball with Duxbury. We hope this will take place very soon as we have some excellent material to work with. On October 24, the Sophomores gave the Freshies'' a Hallowe'en party. From all appearances members of both classes enjoyed the evening very much. Gertrude Wherity is ill at her home with a severe case of scarlet fever. We hope she will soon recover and be able to join her class again. Last week a candy sale was given by the Senior Class for the benefit of the Athletic Association. This sale was very successful. The first football game of the season was held at Hingham. Although Hingham was victorious, Scituate played a good game. Last Wednesday, we had a game with Cohasset. In this game, which was very interesting, Scituate carried away the honors. The score was 7-6. Sallie Murphy '26 ANNEX NEWS The Household Arts girls of both classes are very busy this year. Besides their usual work, they have taken up the mak- ing of the costumes for the High School show. Ruffled parasols, flower suits and caps, stocks and pocket-books are being made under the direction of Miss Barrows. The scarfs were hard to make, but as they were pretty, everyone worked 8 THE CHIMES on hers and soon finished it. Some of the girls thought the scarfs so pretty that they are making silk or crepe de chine ones for Christmas presents. The work in the bedroom, which was started last year, has been taken up again this year by the Sophomore Household Arts girls. They have scraped off the design that was put on the furniture last year, because the girls have decided on a better one. The bed is being painted and it will receive two or three coats more before it will look all right. The girls have collected a few chairs, a bureau and a dressing table to go with the bed. They have decided to paper the walls. Mrs. Ward got some samples of wall-paper in Boston and the class chose the one that they considered the best. They are going to make a bedroom that they will be proud to show to the people of Scituate and to supervisors of other towns. The household Arts classes are very fortunate to have a dining room and a bedroom. Though the Annex is an old building, the classes have acquired modern things. This year they have had electric lights put in, and have bought an electric iron. But these things may not be all that they will get. Don't be surprised if they buy an electric dishwasher or electric stove because the girls are getting very up-to-date. They have good equipment for every kind of work. The Sophomore Household Arts girls want to know if the other girls and boys have any regard for the appearance of the school grounds. It seems as if they hadn't any, because all of the way from the High School to the Annex there are numerous papers which have been carelessly and thought- lessly thrown down. There is a perfectly good incinerator outside, and it was not put there for looks. It would not take a moment to step over and put papers in it. If the boys and girls will remember this fact, it will be highly appreciated. This year the Annex lunch is under the charge of our new teacher. Miss Howe. She is a very capable young woman and she seems to enjoy her work. The girls who have the privi- lege of working on the counter are very happy to have Miss Howe for their ''boss . The Household Arts girls are pleased at'the efforts of the boys to keep the reception room clean. They could do better, but you know, ''boys will be boys , and usually they are anxious to finish their lunch and get out-doors for football or baseball practice. The Household Arts girls will appreci- ate their efforts if they will keep on trying to keep the room clean. E. Cole '26 THE CHIMES 9 SENIOR COMMERCIAL NOTES Someone is going to be out some money in the Shorthand class. Start saving up pennies, all ye dumbbells. We think Marion and John should take turns at the Royal typewriter, it might save some trouble; but then, they v ould probably disagree over whose turn it was. Mae believes in the Marathon, and we don't blame her, but she is too speedy for us slow mortals to keep up with. Not that we care much, but we hope the Alumni will at least read the Chimes letter they received before destroying it. Those letters represent labor. Ask us, we know. 'Laila works too hard, we are afraid she'll have brain fever. Take heed, 'Laila and slow up ! Miss Elliott thinks it would be a good idea to buy a box of barrettes. She's afraid we'll get cross-eyed. Considerate, isn't she? Zeke is our pet peeve in Shorthand. One day Miss Elliott told him to pick out the e (meaning on his typewriter) as it was not clear. She gave him a pin to do this with. In a little while, Zeke appeared with all the 'e's in his letter pricked through with a pin. Dumb or clever? It's hard to say. lf you have any typewriting work to do, give it to the Seniors; seems to be everybody's motto just at present. We hope it won't last. Never tell us how the Ben Turpin comic picture was. Zeke in Shorthand is always a lap ahead of any comic actor. Before Hawthorne wrote the Great Stone Face, he must have swallowed the dictionary (we're judging by the words we get in dictation.) But Miss Elliott says that it improves one's vocabulary. Always thinking of us ! We believe in bobbed-hair teachers ; they're so restful to the eyes. We have heard the term mechanical grasshopper applied to a Ford, and think it a fitting appellation for our Uuderwood typewriters. Why not? M. D. '25, V. L. 25 Bell hop : Say Andy, what's the difference between a canoe and a Scotchman? Andy : I dinna ken ; what is? Bell hop: The canoe tips. Sandy: Take longer steps my boy. Sonny: Why? Sandy : To save your shoes. 10 THE CHIMES OCTOBER Now comes October fairest of all earth's daughters. Across the sky she trails her robes of flawless blue. Loose flows her golden hair with crimson circlet bound. Her russet shoon doth touch the brown earth's breast, and she in gorgeous rai- ment greets her guest. Mild Indian Summer is her hand maid sweet. Her horn of plenty empties at earth's feet. A golden shower, where corn and pumpkins vie, with crimson heaps where grapes and apples lie. With generous hand she heaps a plenteous store, 'til bin and graineries can hold no more. No other mouth so dowered, we cry; No other boasts so blue a sky. Thy gifts are queenly generous and free, — thy mellow days, thy sparkling sea, thy golden moon, that wondrous gleams, lighting a world of fairy dreams, thy footsteps gild with gold the humblest sod. We lift our eyes in praise to Gk)d, who gave October, beauteous guest. Our anthems rise to call thee blest. Hazel G. Eaton, Class, '26. L. Morris : I got South America on my radio last night. E. Hyland: I opened my window and got Chile. K. Haartz: That's nothing, I built a fire under the bed and got Hot Springs. THE CHIMES 11 WRITING ESSAYS, ETC. Ho, hum! 'Nuther essay to be written. Seems to me all life really is these days is writing essays, and reading poems. If I'm not a celebrity before I ascend or descend from Earth, it won't be the fault of the Scituate High School. Well, there's one consolation, writers are wonderful people. They do get invitations to participate in the higher enjoyments of life. But I possess no qualities which make a writer. I'm not long and lanky ; I don't wear glasses ; my hair is not particu- larly straight; and I don't have it straggling down some- where about the lower regions of my neck. I don't smoke any fancy brand of cigarette ; my old pipe's good enough for me. Maybe writers aren't like that at all, though. But fiction writers say they are. There's that word again. Writers say writers are Bohemians. Doesn't it sound funny? Say, listen to me rave! Here it is half -past nine already, and I'm so-o-o-o tired. What'll I write on? I wish that kid sister of mine would stop fooling with the radio. It gives me the woozies. What's the matter, Don? Want'er go out? All right. Gee, what a peach of a night ! If I didn't have to write an old essay, I could go out skating with the other fellows. Gee, I'm tired. At last Sis has decided to go to bed. Kind of her, I'm sure. NOW I can write something. Les' see, what'll I write about? School? No, everybody gets enough of that without my help. How about stars? They're good subjects. Oh, I guess I don't know enough about them. Oh, ho, homm! Gee, but it's quiet here. What's this? One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight- nine- ten-eleven-twelve. Twelve o'clock? I've been asleep almost two hours. I wonder what time the folks are going to get home. Darn that old clock, I could still be having a good snooze for myself. I guess I'll have to give the old stock excuse for English tomorrow. Well, I couldn't get any inspirations anyway. Guess I'll go down and see how the furnace is. Dad'll be tired when he gets home. Five Minutes Later : Gosh, I can't do any more thinking. My cogs'll get all worn and they'll begin slipping and then I'll be gone. Well, here goes for the upper regions. Gee, the old bed does feel good don't it? Good night all you Bohemians and wonderful writ- ers. Sweet dreams ! I'll not be a writer anyway. Next Day in Class : I didn't have time to write anything. M. Ford '25 12 THE CHIMES WIN THE FIGHT! 'Toor Margaret has such a time in mathematics, said one fond mother. ''And as for John in Latin . He works so hard and he says the Latin teacher gives lessons twice as long as they can possibly do in forty minutes or however long it is they are supposed to work ' 'Yes, I know. Richard has the same trouble in English. He takes after me, I guess. I never could see through those silly plays of Shakespear's, either. But he does very well in science. He's had A's on his card all the year. ''Yes, they always do well in the studies they like, added a third lady. And if they would only work as hard on those they don't care for, they might have as good marks in them. It's all a matter of work and concentration. But, John says he studies the required time every day ; and the teacher gives him such poor marks, replied the first. Very likely he would have to spend more than the average time at first until he really began to concentrate and get an insight into the subject. Elsie has always hated mathematics and never did well in it. It was foolinsh to say that she couldn't do well in it because her mother never did. She bare- ly got by her first year, and she took math, again because her selected college required it. Then she resolved that she would overcome her inability ; and in the love of the fight she began to work as she never had worked before, starting rather half- heartedly, to be sure, but gradually becoming interested in the hitherto despised triangles and equations. She began to get good marks because she not only worked, and worked hard, but also because she really began to understand what she was working toward, a thing which too few students do. They may spend the time, but they do not grasp the full meaning of what they are doing because they are not interested. Oh, so much more credit is due the one who can say, 'It is difficult, and I spend more time than most students, and work harder, but I get good marks, and am learning to like it.' For he is mastering the subject and winning the fight. And this will prepare him to master bigger difficulties and win bigger fights out in the world where he will stand un- sheltered. H. L. W. PROGRESS Freshman days are usually rather trying at first. The classes and sessions are very different from those of the grammar school, and a not uncommon occurrence is to see a frantic, little freshman vainly trying to puzzle out the number over every door. Becoming acclimated surely is hard, but soon this newness wears off, when the freshmen discover THE CHIMES 13 how assured and proud the sophomores are. To the ''freshies the sophs' appear almost godlike. They are so sure of themselves ; they seem to know almost everything. But wait — . What are the sophomores thinking? Are they satisfied in the worship of the freshmen? By no means are they content. They enviously eye the juniors, who seem so much older and more worldly. The privileges and the fun which the juniors enjoy are co verted, and snatched at eagerly. In fact, a sophomore's chief desire is to become a junior. But are the juniors sitting back at their ease, confident in this admiration? Oh, that is just the point. They are not quite so sure of themselves or quite so contented as they give the impression of being. Instead, they look upon the seniors almost reverently. From that highest point of learning things in general must have an altogether different aspect. That is the thought of every junior, for the seniors do try very hard to appear learned and wise. They seem to be heavily burdened with responsibilities and studies, and also are always very busy planning class plays, picnics, and all such fun, and seem to revel in their position at the top of all classes. Again, do you suppose the seniors are entirely satisfied? Some of them may be, but others enthusiastically look for- ward to higher schooling. Many, also are eagerly anticipat- ing positions for which they are already fitted. Altho they may appear satisfied to others, they alone know that way dovm deep in their hearts is a yearning for further power, honor or knowledge. Woe to the one who becomes smug and self-satisfied. This kind of person has never yet been known to become prominent in any art or craft. Thomas Edison, now a middle-aged man, is still working on various contrivances with which to further civilization. Such men as he never become wholly contented. They con- tinually long to better themselves. And so we should pattern after Edison. We shouM always keep a farther goal in front of us. M. Cole, '25 Herbert Frye and Leavitt Morris one day last summer went to Boston. When the end of the day came, they didn't have enough money to get home. They had just enough to go to a boarding house for the night or to get something to eat. So they finally decided to go to a boarding house and take a chance on getting a bite to eat. When they went to their room, Herbert thought that he would explore the landlord's pantry, and see what he could find. He was just about to tak6 a piece of pie when the land- lord heard him moving about. 14 THE CHIMES Who is there? he demanded. Herbert made believe that he was the cat and said, Meow, meow. The landlord, having satisfied himself that it was the cat, went away. Herbert then went back to Leavitt and told him of his good luck. Leavitt thought that it was a great joke and de- cided that he would try it as he was pretty hungry. The land- lord, on hearing the noise again, said, Who is there? Leavitt was really mad because he did not want to be dis- turbed. Aw, go back to bed ; it's only the cat, he said. FOOTBALL CROWDS I like football crowds. I like to receive a thorough bumping about among people who all seem to be unusually large and good-natured. I enjoy the impressive spectacle, the color effect of flags, ladies' hats and flowers, white-sweatered cheer- leaders and uniformed bands all slightly dimmed by the smoke from thousands of cigars and cigarettes. I wait for the awe- some hush while my nerves tingle with anticipation — then rise and cheer with the crowd as one team, forty strong, bounds into the arena. The organized cheer, the best of the afternoon, makes a thrilling sensation run through me. I like to be impatient during the preliminaries and sink back with a sigh of relief after the kick-off. And — oh! the superb moment when the crowd rises to its feet as one raving, cheering body, doing honor to the deserving hero who has made his well-earned touchdown. I like the last moments of the gruelling flnal period when I sit breathless on the end of the board which serves as a seat. And after the final whistle I always have some reason for being glad of the game's out- come,— either the team I cheered for has won or their oppo- nents have played good, clean football. I join in the enthusiasm of the cheerers, who surge onto the field and form a singing, dancing and waving procession which weaves a sin - uous length about the battle-scared gridiron. Over the goal-posts sail hats and caps, sweaters and megaphones, and even an occasional unbrella. And I never forget the last moment when the marchers congregate before the cheering section and the voice of the cheer-leader booms, Regular cheer, fellows ! All together ! Make it good ! — for it always is good. R. E. Class '26 French Teacher: What is the word for shoulder strap? Morris : Suspender. THE CHIMES 15 TODAY I am Today; live in me, work in me, rejoice in me, for I am all that you have. Yesterday is gone, and dead as the Egyptian mummies lying in their spicy wrappings a thous- and years. Tomorrow never comes; wait as you will. In its first dawning you will find only another Today. Today, I am all you will ever have of life, and you must make the most of me. Your little part of today's work must be done with all your might. Who knows how important the threads you weave may be to make or mar the great pattern of today. Today — Today — I give you the great opportunity I have offered to all down through the many centuries to write your name upon me in capital letters, that shall endure for hun- dreds of years after I, poor little Today, am forgotten. Opportunity is my handmaiden. Ambition and Will stand at my right and left hands. They are my servants, and yours also, if you will use them. Behind me see the glowing heaps of knowledge. Millions of men have fought, and slaved, and died, to gather up this treasure. Old Father Time has locked it up in his storehouse, but I, Today, have stolen the key, and flung wide the door. I bid you to come, take what you desire of this great wealth I give, for already Old Time is approach- ing to take me from you, and banish me to his dim dungeon of the Past. Do not waste a moment as I shall soon pass from you with my magic key. I, your greatest friend, that am called Today. H. Eaton '26 A RECIPE Of adjectives and adverbs You take a heaping cup. A teaspoonful of verbs. Well heaped, will be enough. Of pronouns now add slowly, Just a very, very few. Mix in some articles and nouns, A few conjunctions, too. Take twenty good long sentences And beat them over night. With a good handful of nonsense That's very fresh and bright. Now sift all through the dictionary About a hundred times. And bake it, oh, so carefully, A poem for The Chimes. Hazel G. Eaton '26 16 THE CHIMES A inf iss U t)ot Iw s as od as a Yioite. BOYS' BASEBALL GAMES Baseball games played since last issue of The Chimes: On June third, the team journeyed to Hanover and defeated the Hanover nine by a score of 16 to 13. It sounds a football score, but it was a ball game just the same. A long list of substitutes v as used, and the first string men did not play until the last three innings. THE LINEUP: ab bh tb po a e H. Dwyer, 3b . . . . , 1 0 0 1 1 1 Driscoll, 2b , , 3 2 2 2 1 0 Hyland, ss , , 5 3 3 0 2 0 3 1 1 8 1 0 McCarthy, ss . . . , , 3 2 2 1 0 0 Evans, lb , , 2 1 1 1 1 1 Murphy, p 2 2 4 0 0 0 2 1 1 0 1 1 M. Merritt, rf 2 1 1 0 1 0 Curran, c 2 1 3 5 0 0 3 2 5 0 0 0 2 1 1 0 0 0 3 1 1 0 0 0 33 18 25 18 8 3 Runs: H. Dwyer 4, Driscoll 2, Hyland 3, Paulin 1, Wherity 1, Murphy 2, Rice 1, Prouty 1, Curran 1. Home run: Paulin 1. Two base hits: McCarthy, Curran, Murphy. Struck out: By Murphy 5, by Wherity 3. THE CHIMES 17 KINGSTON VS. SCITUATE On June 6, Scituate was defeated on the town common by the Kingston nine. The Scituate team was outplayed and outbatted. Murphy was Scituate's heaviest hitter, getting two singles in four trips to the plate. THE LINEUP: ab bh tb po a e 4 1 1 14 1 0 Hyland, 2b , 4 0 0 4 1 0 Murphy, lb ... 4 2 2 6 1 1 McCarthy, ss . .. 4 1 2 2 2 0 . 4 1 1 0 1 0 , . . 4 1 1 4 3 1 Ford, If 4 1 1 0 1 1 Driscoll 1 0 0 2 0 0 . , , 2 0 0 0 0 0 Rice 3 0 0 0 0 1 1 0 0 0 0 0 34 7 8 32 10 4 Batted for Wherity in 9th Runs. Hyland 1, Murphy 1, H. Dwyer 1, McCarthy 1. Two base hits. McCarthy. Struck out by Wherity 10. SCITUATE VS. COHASSET Scituate won her last game on the schedule when she defeated Cohasset on the common, June 16 by a score of 21-9. Mur- phy was Scituate's heaviest hitter getting four hits in five times at bat for a total of six bases. McCarthy came next with two singles. THE LINEUP: ab bh tb po a e . . . 5 2 2 10 0 0 Hyland, 2b 5 1 1 1 0 0 Murphy, lb ... 5 4 6 3 3 0 5 2 2 2 0 0 H. Dwyer, cf . . . 5 1 1 0 1 0 J. Dwyer, 3b . . . , , 5 1 1 0 3 0 Ford, If 5 1 1 0 0 0 Driscoll, pf ... 4 1 1 0 0 0 Wherity, p ... , , 4 1 1 1 2 0 43 14 16 17 9 0 Runs: Curran 4, Hyland 3, Murphy 3, McCarthy 2, H. Dwyer 2, J. Dwyer 3, Ford 2, Driscoll 1, Wherity 1. Two base hits. Murphy 2. Double play Wherity to Murphy to McCarthy. Struck out by Wherity 7. On June 13 the team came back with a win over Pembroke. The game was played on the common and the score 16-1. Pembroke's only score was received in the eighth inning when Marden, Pembroke catcher, reached first on a single, stole to third, and tallied on a passed ball. Home runs by Murphy, McCarthy and Curran featured. 18 THE CHIMES THE LINEUP: ab bh tb po a e 5 2 5 9 2 1 Murphy, lb . . 5 2 6 11 0 0 Hyland, 2b . . . .... 5 1 1 2 1 0 McCarthy, ss . .... 5 2 5 0 1 0 H. Dwyer, cf . , , , 5 1 1 1 1 0 J. Dwyer, 3b . 5 2 2 2 3 0 Ford, If . . . , 5 1 3 0 0 0 Gardner, rf . . .... 5 1 1 0 0 1 Wherity, p . . . .... 4 1 1 0 5 1 44 13 25 25 13 3 Runs: Curran 3, Hyland 2, Murphy 2, McCarthy 2, J. Dwyer 3, Ford 1, Gardner 1, Wherity 2. Home Runs Murphy, McCarthy, Curran. Three base hit. Ford. Two base hit Murphy. Struck out by Wherity 9. Hit by pitched ball Gardner. SCITUATE VS. HOLBROOK On June tenth, the team went to Holbrook and were de- feated by a score of 9 to 3. Capt. Murphy was absent from the lineup and Dwyer was shifted to first base. The Holbrook team started off in whirlwind shape, getting three runs the first inning. Scituate three runs were gained in the last two innngs. THE LINEUP: ab bh tb po a e J. Dwyer, lb . . . 5 1 1 4 0 1 Curran, c 4 1 1 13 1 1 Hyland, 2b 4 1 1 1 2 1 McCarthy, ss . . 4 1 1 1 1 0 H. Dwyer, 3b 4 0 0 3 1 0 Ford, If 4 3 3 0 0 0 Driscoll, rf 4 1 1 0 0 0 Gardner, cf . . . . 4 0 0 1 0 0 4 2 2 0 1 1 37 10 10 23 6 4 Runs: Wherity 1, Ford 1, Gardner 1. Base on balls off Wherity 1. Struck out by Wherity 11. THE FIRST GRIDIRON ENCOUNTER Football has been neglected for the last few years, but this fall the boys of Scituate High undertook to arouse the spirit that had been shown formerly. The squad began practising during the first week of Octo- ber, and continued to work until they thought their machine was smooth-working enough to beat the Hingham seconds on October twenty-second. They had high hopes when they reached the Hingham field and learned that the Hingham sec- ond team would not play because the Scituate team was so much heavier. After a short consultation between coaches, however, Hingham put a team onto th e field consisting of seven second team men and four of the first string line. The THE CHIMES 19 teams then seemed to be evenly matched, and they took the the field, Hingham kicking off. As soon as Scituate received the ball, the players learned how ineffective their team was. They lost the ball on dovms after gaining but a few yards. Hingham quickly clinched their first touchdown, and contin- ued making them until the last quarter. The Scituate team was inexperienced and plainly showed lack of practice. Their opponents repeatedly broke through their defense and showed what a poor line Scituate had. When Hingham had the ball Scituate found it difficult to smash their line and throw the Hingham backs. The only way Scituate could tackle was by waiting for the Hingham back to come around the end and get him after a long gain. The Scituate team played a good deal better during the last quarter, however, than it did during the first part of the game. The final score was 25-0. D. A. Class of '25. GIRLS' ATHLETICS On account of the early publications of the last issue of The Chimes, we were not able to announce the results of last season's baseball. The captain of last year's team was Catherine Murphy. The managers were Eulaila Pinkham and Priscilla Fish. These leaders proved themselves very efficient in every way and worked hard to turn out a real team. Mr. Martin was a successful coach, as was shown by the results of all the games played. The players of the Scituate High School Girls' Team were as follows. Glea Cole, Lauretta Wolfe, Rose Hernan, Cather- ine Murphy, Ruth Bean, Sallie Murphy, Eulaila Pinkham, Ethel Stonefield. These players were assisted by Ruth LaVange, Alice Sexton, Helen Webb, Evelyn Barry and Wini- fred Ward. Scituate and Cohasset played two games, the first of which was won by Scituate by a close margin. The teams were evenly matched and played hard baseball, as was shown by the close scores. Rose Hernan acted as catcher and proved very efficient in that position. Glea Cole and Lauretta Wolfe were in the box where they have played for the past two years. These two girls played excellent baseball, and had the batters fanning the breezes in all the games. First base was held down by Catherine Murphy, also a veteran of last year's team playing for her second year in this same position. Perfect baseball was played by Sallie Murphy who covered third base. Eulaila Pinkham, Ethel Stonefield and Vivian Newcomb played left field, centerfield, and right field respectively. These three formed a trio hard to beat. 20 THE CHIMES Scituate romped away with two easy victories over Hing- ham who proved to be unable to stop Scituate's heavy hitters. Much interest is being taken by the girls, both in volley- ball and basketball for the coming season. The girls adapt themselves to these games earnestly and intelligently, and have shown themselves capable of hand- ling either ball. Prepartions are already beginning for fo rming a team which will be able to cope with any team of the surrounding towns. Just support us and we will try to do our best to give you as much fun as we ourselves have in playing these games. Catherine Murphy BASEBALL TEAM OF '24 Who's the greatest catcher. That our team has ever known Who's the one that juggles All the fouls without a groan ? No : I don't mean Hank Gowdy, And it isn't Harrigan, It's none other than Our little Rosie Hernan. Who has the greatest pitchers, Any team can brag about? We have Glea and Loretta Both of them good scouts. S. H. S. is proud of them In the box and at the plate They're always ready, never shirking ; They never are too late. Who is the first baseman That fell into a trance, Rosie got excited and Gave her an awful glance. At the bat they all are heavy ; At running they've got more. Assisted by the others They certainly raise the score. Who's the second baseman That poses for the team? Ruth's the little artist Standing on the green. She watches all her chances At the plate, and on the base. Gives every team she plays with A hard and vigorous race. THE CHIMES 21 Who's the third baseman? She cannot find the base ; But hunts around in vain for it, And cannot find a trace. Sallie is the heroe, Of this famous episode, But nevertheless; she's one of the best, That knows our little code. Who is the left fielder With the sun fixed in her eyes? Lala put her father's cap on And gave us a surprise. Who is that in center Waiting for some flies? They shall not pass , shouts Ethel, As she grabs them from the skies. Viv is center fielder. Of our snappy little team. She's surely a star player and The best you've ever seen. Our nine couldn't play without her Being there upon the field, She is one of our guardsmen And is our faithful shield. Catherine E. Murphy VENGEANCE OF THE MARSHES Francois, the half-breed, stood before his cabin. There was a well satisfied look on his swarthy countenance as he watched a great flock of wild ducks fly over him. It was late in the afternoon ; there was a 'northeaster brewing, and Francois knew that the ducks would light in the marshes near his house and there spend the night. ''Eet be one good day for you, Francois, he said to him- self. D'ese duck light in the m;arsh sure. The half-breed entered his cabin and came out with a pair of field glasses so that he could watch the birds more easily. He knew that it was closed season for ducks, but that made no difference to him. Only the night before he had given his 22 THE CHIMES views of the matter to the game warden at the store. This was an unwise thing to do, but Francois was not noted for in- telhgence. What right have you to say that I cannot shoot the ducks T he had said. D'eyees wild. No one owns heem. I see four, five hundred every week, but you say I cannot shoot heem after the first of November. But I say I will shoot dem. Dia- ble, I show you. He had left the store then with a look of fierce determination on his evil face. The game warden was an old man — kind and just to every- one except those of Francois stamp. He loved the ducks; indeed he loved all wild things, but as the ducks came year after year and bedded almost at his very door, he came to love them most of all. They were his to watch and protect, but he had a large territory to cover, and he could not prevent all the looting that went on. Of all the looters, Francois was known to be the worst, but the warden had never been able to obtain any evidence against him. I wish I could make that half-breed see reason, he had said as Francois went out. He is the ring leader ; the others would stop if I could get him. Francois watched the ducks until he saw where they would bed for the night. Then he put away his glasses and started for the store, about half a mile away. When he had cov- ered half the distance he met two men and astonished them by greeting them cordially. That half-breed is up to something, said one. He never spoke to anyone unless he was planning something. I know what he is planning, replied the other. Fran- cois! he called. The half-breed turned and came back to the two men, What do you want, M'sieu Luther? he asked. Luther was an old man who was regarded as a lunatic by all his neighbors. He was deranged, but at times showed unusual intellect. He had always had a delusion that the marshes could see the slaughter of the ducks, and that some- day, something would happen to Francois. Francois, he said. I have warned you many times. Someday you will see. The marshes will avenge these ducks that you kill so wantonly. You are crazee, M'sieu Luther ; so you know not what you say, cried Francois. The marshes get the revenge! Eeet is a joke. As the two men walked on, Francois remained standing in the road, laughing over what he thought to be a good joke. Presently he started for the store, changed his mind, and re- turned home. Francois's cabin had but two rooms. In one there was a bunk and a chair ; in the other a table, a chair, a stove, and a THE CHIMES 23 large chest. A repeating shotgun hung on the wall. Francois closed and locked the door, hung a burlap bag over the win- dow and looked carefully around the room. When he was sure that he was alone, he removed one of the floor boards; and reaching into the opening, he brought forth a punt gun, or as it was more commonly known by the duck looters, a big gun. ' It was an enormous weapon, over seven feet in length, and the bore was great in proportion. Eet kill fifty bird and wound many more with one shot,'' Francois had said on one occasion to a friend. 'I pay foreet- two hundred dollars. Francois opened the chest and took from it a bag of powder and a larger one of shot. He measured the powder and shot carefully; then he loaded the gun, putting in a little powder at a time and packing it firmly with a ramrod. When the gun was loaded to his satisfaction, he put the weapon in a corner well away from the stove. He busied himself for a little while in loading shells for his pump gun; then he lay down on his bunk and was soon asleep. He awoke about three o'clock in the morning and got ready to start on his shooting trip at once. After putting on heavy boots and a heavy coat, he took his repeating shotgun from the wall. The law allowed the use of repeaters when an attach- ment was welded into the magazine making it impossible to load more than two shells. Francois slipped six shells into his magazine, slung the pump gun over his shoulder, picked up the big gun , and started off. It was very dark, but he knew the way; and in a short time he stopped on the banks of a small creek. Francois placed his guns in a small boat which was moored there. The creek flowed for about a half a mile and than widened out forming a large pond. In this pond the ducks bedded as a rule. Francois could not hear anything from where he stood, but he knew that the ducks would be there for he had watched them carefully. He got into the boat and poled it slowly along for sometime. At length he heard a subdued quacking and a slight splashing. Soon he was in range. He placed the big gun in its position with the butt against a block that was fastened firmly to the boat. Aiming at the spot where he knew the flock should be, he drew back the hammer and pressed the trigger. There was a blinding flash, a loud roar; and the boat was driven back- ward several feet by the recoil of the weapon. Pandemonium broke forth at the report. There was a splashing, mingled with startled calls and the beating of wings as many birds left the water. But fully eighty birds were left dead and wounded on the pond. Some with broken wings were trying to swim ; others with both legs and wings disabled were floating about helplessly. Francois would kill some of them with his shot- gun after it got a little lighter ; others would suffer for hours 4 THE CHIMES or perhaps days. But that meant nothing to Francois. He seized his paddle and began to pick up the dead birds. He 'A orked rapidly and soon had forty or more in the boat. Since it was not quite light, the half-breed took his pump gun and began shooting the wounded birds. It did not occur to him to get out of sight at once before the game warden, who must have been aroused by the report, appeared. The game warden had heard the report of the big gun. He had been expecting it and he was out on the marsh before Francois began to pick up the birds. He had seen the place where these ducks had come down the night before and he lost no time in hastening in that direction. But the marshes were dangerous to tread at any time, for there were bogs where a man would sink in mud and slime to an awful death, and it was folly to attempt crossing it in the dark. In about an hour the warden found that he could go on. Hearing the report of the gun, he looked through his glasses and saw Fran- cois shooting at the wounded ducks. The sight brought tears to the old man's eyes. These were his ducks ; this was murder. He ran toward the half-breed, examining his revolver as he went. When Francois saw the warden the latter was very close to him. With a curse, the half-breed aimed his gun at the old man and pulled the trigger. But there was no report. The last shell in the gun had been fired. Francois threw his gun aside and leaped for the shore. He made it by the fraction of an inch; and in an instant he was out of sight behind a patch of tall marsh grass. As the warden started forward, he heard a peculiar choking cry and then silence. When he broke through the patch of tangled marsh grass, the warden did not see the half-breed. Before him was a bog, Francois' foot-prints were visible in the mud for a little way. 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