Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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.

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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.

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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.