Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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.

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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.

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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.