Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1925 volume:

BOOST YOUR HOME TOWN The Schools The Churches The Shops The Roads The Shore IT'S A GOOD TOWN — LET'S MAKE IT BETTER THE GEORGE F. WELCH CO. SCITUATE, MASS. - 3 1644 00269 8387 THE CHIMES Vol. 2. March, 1925 No. 2. Member of Published by the Students of the Scituate High School, Scituate, Massachusetts EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief Louis Haartz Assistant Editor Harriett Alexander ' [Ray Ellis Advertising Managers Herbert Frye r Hazel Eaton Literary Editors t Edward Driscoll f Catherine Murphy Athletic Editors 1 Richard Wherity Alumni Editor Barbara Brown Dramatic Editor ROSE Hernan Art Editor Malcolm Merritt Joke Editors f Wallace ToEREY LPaul Quinn Exchange Editor Edgar Hyland Finance Manager EuLAlLA 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. 2 THE CHIMES CAN YOU SAIL IT? The landsman sees the sailor trying for a position in the harbor where he can anchor his boat safely. It all looks clumsy to the landsman. The sailor has tacked about four times before he lets down his anchor. I could do as well as that,' boasts the landsman. Now maybe he could, but I think not. We will put him in a sailboat and watch him. With the mooring buoy overboard and the sails up, he sallies forth for an hour of good time. He takes his place at the helm. After clearing the harbor, he tacks into the wind. The wind does not want to fill the sail readily. An unexpected lurch of the boat brings the boom on his head. He recovers from the blow, and lets out some sail. Look out, landsman, or you will go overboard ! He succeeds in pulling in the sail. For the next half -hour he sails before the wind. At the end of this period he comes upon a small group of islands off the coast of Hull. He considers himself a very good seaman; he has come a mile and a half and has had no accidents. He dodges a couple of smaller islands only to go upon a sandbar. He has to go into the cold water to get the boat off. As he rounds the next bend, the breeze shifts and drives him against the bank. A sudden port tack puts his bowsprit in splinters. As he pulls down the jib, the boat drifts with the current. This brings him upon a narrow stream that flows between two long islands. If he has any common sense, he will let the boat glide along with the stream. But instead of letting the boat THE CHIMES 3 drift, he drives it into the bank about ten times before he finally gets clear of the stream. As the landsman is tired, he sets out for home. He has no idea how to beat against the wind. On a port tack he goes seaward. Coming back on a starboard tack, he nearly strikes the large rock that marks the channel. By swinging, first from one tack, then to the other, he makes his way to the har- bor. The task of picking up the mooring buoy is not so easy as it looks. The landsman makes a vow that he will never go out in a sailboat again. Why do people insist on saying that they can do things better than the man who has studied for the position, and who has had practical experience in it? H. Cole '25 CROSS WORD PUZZLES Another craze has hit the Western Hemisphere. It isn't another song, as Yes, We Have No Bananas or It Ain't Gonna Rain No More . This rage of attempting to solve cross word puzzles is so much worse that the other crazes are nothing compared to it. Prisoners, ministers, old men, young men, women, children, the insane and the once-normal, — all are bravely puzzling over the brain-teasers. Every newspaper, magazine, pictorial, or leaflet devotes part of one page to these irresistible black and white spaces. It has reached the point where it is unsafe for a disliker of these puzzles even to step out of the house. Every street car, railroad train, bus, or jitney is loaded down with puzzlers who, forgetting all laws of etiquette, dash wild- ly up to an unknown person and excitedly demand some sy- nonym for an African ant, or the name of the God of Foolish- ness. If a married man wants any supper, he has to burn up the paper or his wife will drop everything until she has solved the puzzle. School children forget their studies until the puz- zle is done. Fathers sit up until two o'clock in the morning and then give up in despair. Only one person profits by this craze; he is the honorable Mr. Webster, the author of Webster's dictionary. He has built three new factories and turns out dictionaries by the thousands. Every dictionary is guaranteed to contain the following words : a South American bird, a printer's measure, the three-toed sloth, and also the correct meaning for the pos- sessive pronoun ( ?) my . John Prouty '26 4 THE CHIMES THE SPORTSMAN There is a man who faces Fate, who stands unflinching with smiling lips before the dreaded ogre, Misfortune. There is a man who steadfastly sticks to his beliefs while others taunt or waver. There is a man whose fists clench at unfair play, a man who fights on alone when friends desert. There is a man who gives all for his country. There is a man who in the midst of misfortunes, forgets not that Fate has dealt harder with some ; a man who lives, — whose pulses throb with the joys of life. There is a man who protects — in whose heart are courtesy for age and weakness. There is a man whose watchword is untarnished honor; a man who loves his God and is unafraid. Who is this man? He is the Sportsman of Life. Ray Ellis, '26. LEADERSHIP IN THE SCHOOL In every school there are leaders ; some are chosen for their knowledge of the various undertakings, some because they are popular, but most are chosen, especially in a small-town school because they belong to the bunch. This bunch' consists of a few individuals who try to run the school, and who, if they cannot have their own way, make things disagreeable for every one else. If, at the beginning of the year, there is an election of officers for an organization, the bunch get together and choose one of their own mem- bers for a candidate and vote for her. They persuade all those who do not care which way they vote, to vote for their candidate. There may be a more desirable candidate, but who will vote for her? Those who would vote for her are so few that they are easily outnumbered by the bunch. There are always some in a school, who vote for the person whom they think most adapted to the position. They are not influenced by the bunch and do not indulge in petty politics. But these few cannot bring about the ideal conditions that should exist in schools, any more than one or two people could bring about another French Revolution. There must be a unity of feeling and a common sentiment among the students to accomplish any aim. Here is an illustration of the conditions that exist in schools : Marion was elected captain of the baseball team ; she really did not care for the game or play well, but she belonged to the bunch . Nancy, on the other hand, liked the game and played exceedingly well when given a chance. But when the team was on trial, Nancy became nervous because of the cries of Say! What do you want — a barn door? and Hey! Are you stuck to the plate? and struck out. Marion was at the bat. She also struck out, but was there a fuss made this time ? THE CHIMES 5 You know there was not. Why? Because she belonged to the bunch. At volley ball the bunch line up in front of the net where all the fun and excitement are. If one of the dubs (we will call them) get in front, she is pushed, jumped on, and kicked about until she retires to the rear. If the ball goes to those in back as it occasionally does, there are cries of Hey ! Come on with that ball, or Say! this isn't a corner game, from those in front. When they think they are not getting enough, they kick. Why do not some of the dubs kick? If these conditions per- sist, there will never be real school spirit or co-operation among the students. Why cannot the conditions be so fixed that every one will have an equal chance? AN INVITATION What ho, good friend, woulds't enjoy life? Travel with me awhile. I am jolly Mr. Wait-a-bit, and you surely must meet my family. I am certain that you will love my father, Mr. A-little-behindhand, and my dreamy-eyed mother. Never-on- time. Here comes our dear sister, By-and-by, to welcome you ; and my happy-go-lucky brother. Some-other-day. Come out to our beautiful castle. We call it Manana, which is Spanish and means tomorrow. Who would live in today, when there are thousands of tomorrows, and only one today? We have a wonderful chef, called Monsieur Late. While we do not ever have meals at any regular time, we do not mind a little thing like that ; because we are never ready to eat when he rings the dinner bell. Day or night is all the same to us ; we so despise arising in the morning, and we positively hate to go to bed at night. As for lessons, well, we long ago were obliged to cast them out ; they came with such dreadful regularity. When we travel, we have to engage a special vehicle, because the railroads have engineers and conductors with such rude manners. They start their trains before we reach the station, and toot their derision at us, in their ill-bred haste to begone. We do not work much, for the reason that no one seems to want us long. Our dollars are few, but one can borrow, and pay on some future tomorrow. We would not cheat any- one, though old Grandfather Time scolds and raves at us a great deal. We belong to the lodge of Ne'er-do- Wells. And as folks say we clutter up the earth, and they don't seem to want us around, we spend most of our time drifting down the Lazy river in our good boat. Shiftless. The rocks of Jail and Poor House are always looming in our way, but our mate Rage, and Captain Poverty try to dodge them. We have learned to avoid 6 THE CHIMES the rapids of Pride and Ambition, and Mr. Gutter will wel- come us when we reach old age in the city of Failures. So why should we worry ; it is a merry life, no lessons, no jobs, no bosses, no nothing. Want to come? H. Eaton, '26 IMAGINATION Imagination is defined as the picturing power or act of the mind. How wonderful is imagination ! It will take us to any land in which we wish to delve and also to lands that no one else knows of but ourselves. The person who is without imag- ination has surely never lived. Imagination is a great play fellow. To sit among a large gathering of people, in the South Station for instance, and watch the crowds of people that go hurrying along, gives the imagination interesting subjects upon which to dwell. Immediately various questions pop into the mind. Where do all these people come from? Where are they going? Who are they? How do they live? Unconsciously we find ourselves putting those who are the most striking into homes. The ragged little urchin we can picture in some dark alley way in the city. The stately woman we think of as presiding over the tea table. We can put these people in their settings very easily. How do we do it? We judge first by clothes and secondly by faces. People's clothes give a clue as to their knowledge of how to dress appro- priately and becomingly. Clothes also give a clue as to whether a person is rich or poor. Some people are attired in the most gaudy of colors, others tend strictly to only one, while still others hit the happy medium. A person's face gives an im- pression of his attitude towards life in general. As we watch the crowds, we see faces that look happy and smiling, faces furrowed by anxiety and care, and faces that seem as if they would never smile. These features furnish the foundation, and imagination paints the rest. Isn't imagination a wonderful thing? Could you imagine being without it? Bessie Monahon, '26. GREY DAYS Grey days come to everyone. There are times when it seems as if everything had gone wrong, as if all our friends had left us, and as if all our hard work had amounted to nothing; and our hopes and ambitions seem far from being realized. We all get grouchy, and wish to crawl into a comer and mope. Or if we are compelled to go about our work, we do it with long faces as if all the trouble in the world had THE CHIMES 7 settled on our shoulders. Thousands have written songs and verses about smiling when things go wrong. We all have heard the advice and we know it to be good, yet we seldom follow it. Many preach it but few practice it. It is easier to mope than to be gay when things go wrong, and we usually do. It is hard to square our shoulders, lift up our chins and smile; yet there is no adage better and no one gets far who does not live up to it. There are different ways of getting rid of the blues, different ways appeahng to different people. Book lovers turn to their faithful friends, their well-worn books; many seek to help their fellow-beings; and nearly all find a solace in Nature. Everyone, rich and poor, old and young, has his trouble and his happiness. It is all in Life's game, and those who take their hardships bravely, with lifted chin and smiling Hps, win the reward — happiness and success. The Editorial Staff wishes me to express their thanks to the Alumni who have subscribed to The Chimes. This means much toward the building up of our paper. Class notes are given below: George Murphy, '24, is now working in Boston for the Massachusetts Bond and Insurance Company. Martha Lincoln, '24, is employed in the office of George Keith in East Weymouth. Amy Frye, '24, is training to be a nurse at the Children's Hospital. Helen Jellows, '24, has completed her services at the Scitu- ate Post Office, and is employed by Mr. Yenetchi. Velma Pelrine, '23, has a new position in Boston with the First National Bank. Mary O'Hern, '23, has just completed a course at Bryant and Stratton and is working for the New England Dairy Food Council, Boston. Evelyn Clapp, '22, is working for the United Shoe Machin- ery Company, Boston, Mass. Dorothy Damon, '20, is a stenographer connected with the Library Bureau, Boston, Mass. Grace Waterman, '18, is teaching school in Wellesley, Mass. Annie Wilder, '17, is cost accountant in the Suffolk En- graving Company, Cambridge, Mass. Madolyn Murphy, '14, has returned from California, and is now employed as librarian in Southbridge, Mass. H. L. W. '26 8 THE CHIMES Lillian MacQuarrie, '14, is now Mrs. Andrew Finnie. Mildred Litchfield, '14, is teaching school in Quincy, Mass. Mrs. Frederic L. Wright, (Miss Marion Cole), '12, is living in Palo Alto, California and has two sons. The son of Laurence Haywood, '12, recently died from the effects of a mastoid. A NIGHT WITH THE TYPEWRITERS IN SCITUATE A typewriter rose in the stilly night and drew closer her cover for warmth, as she crept down the lonely halls. Her teeth chattered in fright, but her woes drove her on. On each stair she paused to search and peer around in the feeble light cast by the moon. Oh, where can they be, she moaned, and moaning crooned this song. 1 search, and I search, and I search in vain, For letters I never may find again. From words misspelled, I'm in such pain My ink has all rushed to my brain. The Remington woke from his sleep with a groan. What is this voice in the night? he cried, and his aged frame shook with fear. Closer he pulled the cover over his head, and drew the bar a little tighter. Can't an old fellow get a little decent rest at night? he muttered. I work hard all day and if my sleep is broken like this, I know that some day I shall go all to pieces. Ah ! — who would care, already I hear them finding fault with the old fellow that has served them so well and so long. My teeth may be a little loose and my frame a bit shaky, but after a good drink of fresh oil, I feel all the courage of a younger fellow and can do my bit with pride. Thus musing he grew wide awake. I'll show them, he whispered. I'm not afraid, and with creaking bones he rose. Come, comrade, said he to the Underwood who slept near him. I can see you are awake also and that your frame trembles with fear. Let us face this spook that roams the old school hall, and protect young Miss Royal here, who seems to have swooned, so pale and still she lies in the moonlight. Why, bust my ribbon! If Miss Woodstock hasn't dis- Barbaea Brown, Alumni Editor. HIGH THE CHIMES 9 appeared entirely. Carried off, Fll wager, by this fearsome goblin in yonder hall. We must arm ourselves and fight this creature, good Underwood. It is the full of the moon, when witches ride and goblins dire with banshees dance and work their evil spells, but at cock crow their power ceases and me- thinks the hour is near. Still, thy clicking teeth. My own ink is chilled with horror of the unseen, and of the empty place that so lately held the beautiful form of our charming little friend. Let us speed away to the rescue. We'll hurl our longest words, our most ungrammatical sentences at the foe; banish the fiend with words that have no meaning, that are, and yet are not; floor him with words of fearful force; call Miss Woodstock to life if he has charmed her, with soft sentences from the poets, that we know so well. Forever and a day, we will banish this demon from our Scituate High, and arise a great dust with dry business letters that shall blow him into the next country. So saying, they bravely passed out into the hall. Peering over the banister, they beheld the lady of their search, weep- ing and moaning, as she passed into the library trailing her black robe behind her. ''Methiriks, said Remington softly, the lady walketh in her sleep. I will shake my keys, said Underwood, 'she must be awakened gently. So saying, he boldly entered the library and ran his fingers lightly over the entire alphabet. 0h, my friends, I am sleeping, sighed dolefully the gentle Miss Woodstock. ''Have I, in my selfishness, robbed you two of your needed rest? We care not about that, so that you are safe, spoke Remington. But why, pray tell me, do you roam and grieve so, this chilly night? Alas, alas, 'tis many a night since I have really slept, she sadly replied. I have endured so many hours of careless usage. I have been obliged to endure the disgrace of so many errors and mispelled words credited to me. My shame drives me forth to search for the lost letters that should be mine. You are young, spoke old Remington, and will become hardened to such treatment. I can well remember that in my youth I suffered the same sorrow. I will quote you a poem written by my old friend, Elsie Smith if I can remember it; it ran like this : They come to learn They come to learn They fritter their time away, And the words misspelled And the task half done Shall bring regrets some day. 10 THE CHIMES The want of the knowledge They could have had The chances they threw away, Shall live in their hearts With a memory sad And sting when heads are gray. A soft patter of applause rang on the keys of Miss Wood- stock. Now, said old Remington, if you will excuse me, seeing that you are safe and in good hands, I will try and get a few hours sleep. Au revoir. When the last rattle of his departure had died away. Under- wood turned softly to the tear-stained maiden and whispered, Ah, come my beautiful one, let not thy sad tears rust thy keys, or mar thy shining varnish. Behold, I long have loved thee. See, dear one, the sun rises yonder over the tower and it is already a new day. I, thy lover, promise thee that on this very day all thy lost letters shall be restored to thee. I will beseech Miss Elliott to compel these careless pupils to rewrite every sentence and every misspelled word. Ah, my dear one, come and rest thee, we have still a few hours. I have a beau- tiful new purple ribbon to give thee, which I will bind across thy head as a sign of our betrothal. Oh,' sighed the maiden happily, you are such a fast wooer. Yes, said Underwood, I come from a very speedy family. My father was noted as a very rapid, speedy man, and I take after him. None knows, but I too, have suffered. Some days my ink rushed madly through all my frame and I feel I can outrace the swiftest airplane and roar like the ocean in mad joy. Those are usually the days some Junior plays a funeral march on my keys. It must be dreadful to live as long as they do, if they are always so dull and slow. But let us away, my dear one ; we must not chatter longer about them or we will be all worn out before our time. Sweet rest to you, dear, and quiet keys. Good night. Good Night. ' H. Eaton, 26. IMPRESSIONS Springtime, A tall and stately maid. Whose golden hair and gentle ways Bring soft winds and balmy days. THE CfflMES 11 Summer, A dancing, joyous child With sea-blue eyes and a charming smile Brings holidays and fun the while. Autumn, A sprightly, roguish elf Whose tripping toes and fingers light Turn grass and leaves to colors bright. Winter, Cold and dark and drear With snow-white coat and icy beard Paints o'er the land a picture weird. M. Cole '25 JEAN FINDS A THRILL As they walked slowly up the hill toward their home, Jean said to her mother, I wish thrilling things would happen in real life as they happened in the play this afternoon. I think you will find, as you grow older, that thrilling things do happen. But they do not seem like the thrills in a story book or play, but more like great monsters which terrify us. When I was a girl, I went through a great fire. I lost many things dear to me, and for months afterward I would awake from terrifying dreams, during which I lived again that terrible night. As she spoke, she unlocked the door and started toward the kitchen with some groceries she had bought. In a little back hall she stopped in amazement. As Jean entered the hall, her mother pointed silently. The cellar door, which had been left locked, had been forced and two axes left beside it. Thieves! her mother whispered. They went softly into the dining room and examined the silver. They found that none was missing. Then they went upstairs with great fear. When they entered the chamber, they found that the bureau drawers had been turned upside down on the bed and the contents strewn everywhere. Thank goodness we wore our rings and watches, said Jean's mother. And my fur coat. How lucky that I wore it in spite of the rain, added Jean. She went into her bedroom. Everything was in chaos. She thought immediately of her pearl ring, which was very valuable and of unusual and intricate design. It was many years old and had been left to her by a great aunt. She looked hastily through the clutter and found nothing. She searched again but to no avail. The ring was gone. Her mother had gone directly to her closet where a tiny cupboard was built into the wall in which she kept her valuables and money. It had not been opened, but two screw 12 THE CHIMES drivers and a pair of pliers were lying beside it. It seemed as though the thieves must have been frightened away. Hello! Jean's brother Dick announced his arrival by slamming the door and bounding up the stairs two steps at a time. Jean and her mother came out into the hall. Why the sad and gloomy faces? asked Dick. Was the play so depressing? There have been thieves in the house, said his mother. After he had heard the story, Dick went to his room. He announced a loss of fifty dollars. And I had a hundred and fifty in my room. Now will you laugh at me for hiding my money in small quantities about the room? I guess we will have to admit that it saved you this time, answered Jean. The police were notified. Day after day passed, and Jean had no hope of ever seeing her valuable ring again. She was depressed and terrified and had quite made up her mind that thrills were often no fun. A month passed and still no clue had been found. As Jean felt particularly gloomy one rainy Saturday noon when she left the office, she decided to go to the movies. As she sat waiting for the picture to begin, she idly watched the people about her. In the next seat was an attractive and well-dressed girl. Jean noticed her chic hat of brown velour and her smartly tailored dress. Her eye strayed to the girl's hand. She gasped and leaned closer. Yes, the ring on the girl's hand was her stolen pearl. That unusual setting could not be mistaken. She thought quickly, and quietly rising, went in search of a policeman to whom she told her story. Detectives were called and the girl pointed out. At the end of the picture the girl was detained and questioned. For a few minutes she feigned indignation and asserted her rightful ownership. But when she found that there was no escape, she gave com- plete information regarding her possession of the ring. She was in league with the thieves and had often helped them in daring burglaries by her pretty face and her ability to act another's role. Through the girl's information her colleagues were caught. I know when the game's up, she said. And I'm sick of the crooked road. It will be good not to be forever in fear of capture. So Jean recovered her ring and was instrumental in the capture of three notorious thieves. And thus ended her first thrill. H. L. W. '26 THE CfflMES 13 A SEAGULL Out, out, o'er a roving sea. Out, out, where the wind blows free. Up, up, in a cloudless sky, Down, down, where the waves ride by, Out, out, where freedom lies, — There are places a seagull flies. Out, out, where the storm king roars, Out, out, past the rocky shores, Up, up, on a wave's white crest, Down, down, on its billowy breast. Out, out, o'er the deep blue sea, — That's where a seagull's happy and free. H. M. Healy '26 WONDER WHAT A TELEPHONE OPERATOR THINKS ABOUT? A very interesting diversion is that of listening to the conversation of the different members of the family as they are called to answer the phone. Usually father's calls all pertain to business matters. He answers his calls in an abrupt, brisk voice, his line going something like this : Mr. Jones speaking. What, the Blackstone agent? 0 yes ! Yes ! Fine, meet you at quarter to one on Thursday at the Ritz. Thank you, good-day. Of course if the person at the other end of the wire is some especial pal of dad's, the conversation is more personal and usually decidedly humorous. Mother, on the other hand, sits down to a good hour of gossip with her neighbor. Her conversation runs like this: The club, oh yes. Who do you suppose will be the next president? Mrs. Brown? Why my dear she can't even run her own house let alone managing a woman's club. Yes, they asked me to do it, but of course I said no — . And so forth ; every bit of politics, local or national is dis- cussed by mother. Now that women have gained the vote they evidently think it is up to them to prove that they are capable of fulfilling their exalted position. Sister, when called to the phone, pats her hair, powders her nose and sometimes even changes her dress before she is able to answer. Very likely it proves to be a chum of sister's and their conversation progresses thus: Oh, is that you Ma-bel ? Well, I've got something wi-ld to tell you. Didja see those lovely hats for only a dollar? Ray- mond's basement, marked down. Yes. No — Who? Sam Black? Oh, My de-ah he's a regular King Tut, either that or a soup sandwich, eh? 14 THE CHIMES And thus she rambles on for maybe a half-hour or more while the rest of the family sit around and groan at the seem- ingly useless chatter buzzing over the line. Why, in half that time dad could be putting over a dozen important deals, and mother — why mother could say as much as sister in one- tenth the time. No line of fluff for her either, plain facts were good enough for mother. Meanwhile, Jim, the youngest member of the household wears a woe-begone look on his map of innocence. He has promised faithfully to call up his best pal. Buddy B. to see whether the aforesai d could go on a camping expedition. Now that sis has the phone, there is no hope of ever calling Buddy; for Jim has been warned not to call Master Buddy's mother during supper time as that is the worst time to ap- proach her. Consequently if Jim waits, the senior member of Buddy's family will arrive home and then hope will be entirely abandoned. After much gritting of teeth and inward swearing, Jim finally secures his sister's wandering gaze and frantically motions his desires. With a mask-like expression on her face, sister continues to ramble. Five minutes more pass, and suddenly she has hung up the receiver and is again patting her marcelled think- tank. With a gasp of relief Jim springs for the instrument of worry. Getting Buddy he gulps, ''This is Jim, canyago? Ya can? Oh gosh, gee whiz! She did? When? Tomorrow? Aw- right, goo'-by. And so the conversation goes, sometimes differing in thought but usually following the same trend. Have you a little telephone in your home? If you have, listen in sometimes; c'est tres amusant. Margaret L. Cole '25 HOW THE FLAG HELPED FRED Fred was just getting over a case of mumps. He had thought it quite the thing when he first was taken sick, for every other boy in the neighborhood had three weeks' vaca- tion about that time. When he caught cold with them, it had not seemed quite so funny. So after three weeks' illness, here he was at Grandfather's place in the country recuperating. Grandfather had a wonderful place, Fred thought, from the big farmhouse out through the fields to the old windmill, that rose from the top of the hill. He never had thoroughly ex- plored that windmill and this he intended to do. THE CfflMES 15 It was mid-winter, and such a winter. Ice and snow every- where. Grandfather said it reminded him of the winter they were snowed in and had to tunnel their way out to the stock. One morning after breakfast, Fred decided it was a good time to chmb the windmill. Out he went, all bundled up as warm as heavy knitted things could make him. The windmill stairs went round and round inside. At the top of the stair- case was a door that opened out onto a sort of a veranda, cir- cling the top of the mill. The flagpole was on the other side, and from it waved Old Glory, where it could be seen for miles around. Out upon this veranda Fred carefully climbed. The ice and snow was hardened on the floor and made the footing pre- carious indeed. If I could only get around by the flagpole, he thought, I could see all around the place. Maybe I could see Grand- father coming home. Cautiously he edged nearer, grasping the rail tightly. At last he stood just in front of the flag. As he gazed downward, he saw a team coming up the road. It was Grandfather. He had been sure he could see him. But what was that cracking sound? Something was giving way. He was slipping. With horror he realized the railing was breaking. He tried to step back, but it was too slippery. He slipped forward and as the rail broke, he fell over the edge. What was that that flapped in his face? The flag! He grabbed it frantically and held on for dear life. He began to shout. Grandfather was too far away to hear. Could he hold on until he came? His mind pictured the ground twenty-five feet below, covered with hard ice. Would Grandfather hear him when he did some? Grandmother, all unconscious of what was happening was making molasses cookies, his favorite. He began to shout again. His voice was hoarse, and his hands felt as if they would irop off, they were so numb. Minutes seemed hours to the ;error-stricken boy holding on to the flag. Hark! was that )nly the echo of his own sobs? No, it sounded like Grand- ather's voice. 'Hold on, Fred, I am coming. Nearer and learer came the welcome sound. Without risking the icy eranda. Grandfather climbed a ladder up to the flag and its urden. When Grandfather's arms clasped him, Fred knew 10 more. The next task was loosening the frozen fingers rom the folds of the flag. An hour later, wrapped up in a warm blanket and sipping ot ginger tea, Fred said a little weakly, '01d Glory certainly elps a boy. Just think, Grandfather, if it hadn't held. Ruth LaVange '27 16 THE CHIMES A SONNET To spring Fll write a sonnet, I've the dearest Easter bonnet, — My thoughts are so chaotic Let's see, — Here comes the spring With birds and everything — My bonnet sports a wing — Sweet roses now are blowing. Soft emerald grasses growing, Again my thoughts are going My bonnet, dears, is green. I must concentrate 'tis plain; I think and think in vain. I'm wondering if the rain Will spOv the ribbon on it Now with butterfly and hornet I'll sing a springtime sonnet I'm just as pleased as I can be; My bonnet looks so sweet on me, I'll try it on, — so you can see And leave to bards, the poetry. Hazel G. Eaton '26 THE FRESHMEN WIN Well, I hope to tell you, the freshmen will be beaten again this year. Yes, they will — maybe. This conversation was between two students of the Blakely College at South Yarmouth. The first speaker was Dick Wil- liams, a sophomore, and the latter was John Nixon, a fresh- man. The sophomore class had beaten the freshmen for five con- secutive years, and Williams reasoned that if the former classes could walk away with victory, the class of twenty-six could, too. Only two days remained before the great battle. John Nixon, president of the freshman class, called a meet- ing of all of the members that night. Mysterious things happened the next day. A couple of crates of lemons arrived at the college. A hardware store was robbed, and the South Yarmouth Fire Department lost all of its fire extinguishers. Dick Williams was appointed leader of the Sophomore class, and John Nixon, leader of the freshmen. The rules of the battle were simple. The side that tied up all of its enemies was victorious. The afternoon that was set aside at Blakely College for a battle, arrived, and the freshmen took their places in front of THE CHIMES 17 some large packing boxes. They were arranged in three ranks. The sophs were in one large body. It was customary that the sophs should rush the freshies. At three o'clock the whistle blew, and the sophs darted at the freshies. John Nixon was in front of the three ranks of freshies. Suddenly he gave a signal, and the front rank marched off to one side. The second rank had the lost fire extinguishers in their possession. A fire extinguisher is made up of soda water and sulphuric acid. If any one gets sulphuric acid in his eyes it is sure to make him blind. The sophomores knew this and were re- treating before the streams from the chemicals. The first and third ranks had gone around the sophs and were now en- gaged in tying them up. All of the sophs were tied except Dick Williams. He fought off the freshies around him only to get a nxouthful of the mixture from the last extinguisher. He spat it out quickly. Oh, blazes,' exclaimed Dick, all it is, is lemonade. Dick was right, there was lemon juice and alum potassium in the bottle at the top of the extinguisher. The Fire Com- mittee had secured the extinguishers, and the Sour Com- mittee bought the lemons and alum potassium. When soda meets acid, carbon dioxide is formed with vio- lence. John Nixon reasoned that if soda water and alum po- tassium would effervesce with some violence, a mixture of alum, potassium and lemon juice would act as readily as acid. He tried it one night and it worked ; the freshmen were bound to win. Herbert Cole 25 EUGENIE The town was in an uproar; the only cry and thought seemed to be The Germans ! The Germans ! The Germans were making their first attack in France ; the first of the week they had been at the border, and a few days later they were far across it. The French people saw that without the help of the people across the sea they would be ruined. A message was sent to the United States for help, and every day after this the French people in a certain village watched, day and night, for the help they knew would come. Eugenie, a little French girl, who was only in her fourth or fifth year, was the pet of the French army which was camped nearby. After hearing the soldiers speak of the Americans, she could not help but wonder who these people were, and why the French were asking their aid. She loved to think of them as another French people. But why, asked Eugenie, are they to come to France, if they are not French people? RLl£N MEMORIAL LlBRAKt SCITUATL MASS. 18 THE CHIMES 'Because long ago, little one, the French people helped the Americans win their freedom from England, and now the Americans are going to help France, said a soldier who was holding Eugenie, patting her golden locks. How far away is America? asked Eugenie. Is it that way, or that way, or that way? said she, as she pointed to the north, south, east and west. America is far, far across the Atlantic, said the soldier. How long do we have to wait before they will come? still questioned Eugenie. The soldier's face took on a sadder expression as he patted the golden locks, and said half to Eugenie, and half to himself, If they don't come soon, little girl, there will be no France. As the soldier said this, a pretty, young woman came around the corner of a tent, and smiling, she took Eugenie out of the soldier's arms. Eugenie just couldn't understand why Stanley, the soldier who had been holding her, had kissed her and patted her before her mother took her, nor why, as they were going out the gate of the camp, the soldiers flocked around to kiss her as she went out. She just couldn't understand it. They have never done it before, she thought, so why should they do it now? Three days later when Eugenie again went to the camp and ran quickly to Stanley's tent, she wondered where he was. Mr. Soldier, she called to a soldier by the gate, where is my Stanley? She wondered why the soldier took her in his arms and said, Eugenie, not very many of the soldiers you saw here a few days ago are here now. They are in a far better place, where there will be no more fighting, and where there is peace and happiness. But why didn't he take me with him? Won't he ever come back? Will be come to see me soon? After such explaining the soldier got Eugenie so she un- derstood. But as she told her mother afterwards, I am goin' to hunt for him, Mother. Don't you think they were only hiding him? Mother, why are you crying? After the war had been over many years and Eugenie was ten years old, she understood what she couldn't understand then. Christine Jessome '28 THE CHIMES 19 CHOOL NOT. MUSIC Music in Scituate High School has developed seventy-five per cent, since last year. Some may ask why. There are a good many reasons. One is that there is a greater interest taken on the part of the student body this year than ever before. Another is that Mr. Martin and Miss Bradford have both pointed out to us how beneficial music is. Already the Music Department has proved very valuable to the Athletic Association by giving the recent performance, Frills and Frolics, which netted the Association a large sum of money. In addition to the financial returns, this entertainment showed how Scituate High is advancing in music. It also showed the co-operation between the glee clubs and the teachers. The reason that we are doing so well in music is that we have two valuable instructors. Miss Bradford is always de- vising some new plan to help us progress in our work. An- other tireless worker is Mr. Martin. Although he does not have as much time as he would like, he is constantly suggesting new ideas which always prove to be successful. Just think, you people who have children in High School, what a privilege they are having. Here is an opportunity for musical training which would cost considerable if it were not provided for in the H igh School. The end and aim of music study in our school is to develop in the pupils a love for music as a means of expression through individual and group effort. The emphasis on group activity has been responsible for a tremendous growth of interest in outside activities. The boys' glee club, girls' glee club, orches- tra, and band are illustrations of such activities. The neces- sity for team-work makes the group activity of incalculable value, developing a spirit which is not only of fundamental importance in the achievement of class-room results, but which also promotes the spirit of service to the school and to the community. The Scituate High School students spent a very enjoyable afternoon on January 13 as guests of the Scituate Woman's Club. An opportunity was given for demonstrations of the work which is being done, in the various departments of the school. A French play, presented by Lois Wilson, James Driscoll and John Prouty, was followed by a Latin play in which Sallie Murphy, Ray Ellis, Winifred Elliott, Harriett Alexander, Winifred Ward and Helen Healy took part, and Grace Towle, acting as an announcer, explained the action of the play. Demonstrations were given in typewriting to com- pare the speed and accuracy of the student who had studied 20 THE CHIMES one year, and that of the beginning student. The music department was represented by the Glee Clubs and the Or- chestra under the direction of Miss Bradford. Several draw- ings and costumes were hung upon the walls to show what is being done in Mrs. Ward s art classes. The students left at 3.30, and the members of the Woman's Club conducted their usual meeting. Under Miss Pierson's direction, a Latin Club is being or- ganized which will meet every Monday afternoon. It will be unusually interesting to the Latin students and especially to the classes studying Csesar and Cicero as it is to be organized as a Roman Republic and presided over by Roman officers. As yet the officers have not been chosen, but the club will be well under way in a few weeks. During the last few days, lockers have been installed in both the girls' and boys' basements. They are amply large and will be very convenient, especially for various athletic teams which have had no place for their equipment up to this time. :(c 4: H« ii! Perhaps at present we are not as interested in watching the development of our school library as we were last year, but we should know that books are being added from time to time by interested townspeople. Mrs. George Welch, who has given so many interesting and valuable books for use in the school, has added to their number by copies of Types of the Essay' by Heydrick and How the Other Half Lives by Riis. The Woman's Club, which has also helped in the project of a school library has given twenty-four volumes of Hawthorne's works. Alice Sexton has given two volumes of essays and novels by the same author. Another useful addition has been The World's Story in fifteen volumes, which was received from the town of Scituate early this year. The High School should feel fortunate in being able to hear Mr. Corey's fine talk a few weeks ago, on The Will to Win. Mr. Corey spoke simply but forcibly and outlined clearly the needed qualities for success in school, in college, and in life. Mr. Corey, who represents Burdett's Business College, has spoken here before, and the students are looking forward to hearing him again soon. H« 4e « The art room is very interesting now, and is open to stud- ents outside of the art classes and townspeople who are inter- ested in the work being done. The walls are almost entirely covered with various kinds of work — sketches, both original and copied, portrait work and posters. Ray Ellis, '26. THE CHIMES 21 THE JUNIOR SCRIBBLERS The Junior Scribblers is the name of the Junior Com- mercial Class. This name was chosen because, as one of the members remarked, ComnXercial work is nothing but scribbling anyway. At the first meeting the following officers were elected: Hazel Eaton President Rose Hernan Vice-President Catherine Murphy Secretary Marguerite O'Hern Treasurer Gladys Wheeler Reporter for the Chimes The purpose of this club is to promote further interest in the Commercial work. The club members are planning to give a little play in the near future in the Assembly Hall, and rehearsals are already under way. G. L. W. '26 THE FROLIC The Frolic, which was presented by the Scituate High School combined glee clubs, was exceptionally good consider- ing that the players were only High School students. The costumes were designed by the art classes and made by the household arts and pageantry classes. The students co-operated heartily in preparing for the show, and had much enjoyment in doing this work. The Boys' Glee Club gave the first part of the performance, an act entitled Ship Ahoy. It was a burlesque on Pinafore with the addition of songs arranged by Miss Bradford, our super- visor of music. During the second part of the boys' performance the smaller boys of the Glee Club came in cleverly disguised as girls. Some of the people in the audience were completely deceived until the last part of the performance, when the boys took of£ their hats and wigs. During the intermission some of the girls, who acted as ushers, sold candy and favors to the audience. The proceeds from the candy and favors covered the expenses of scenery and costuming. The girls' part of the performance came next. It was called Frills and Frolics. The opening number was Memory Lane; while the harmony girls sang, the rosebud kiddies danced. In the background, the queen of the show, attended by four colonial boys, sat on a large throne. Then in order of appearance came the end women, the swag- ger girls, a minuet by the colonial boys and harmony maidens. 22 THE CHIMES Then there weire more jokesy a song and dance entitled ' 'Member When, and the finale. Mrs. Ward, Miss Barrows and Miss Bradford were pre- sented with bouquets from the students in appreciation of their help and co-operation in arranging the performance. The proceeds from the show covering all expenses was two hundred and fifty dollars. This money went to the Athletic Association. We certainly hope that the public enjoyed this show, and that they will be looking forward to the next en- tertainment which is to be given soon by the High School. Rose Hernan. A TY) jss is not always as good ais a Yoile. GIRLS' ATHLETICS Girls' Basketball A means has been found to shorten the long tedious hours of the winter months for the girls of the Scituate High School by organizing a basketball team. This is the first year that basketball has been played by the girls, and it is being taken up with great interest. The manager elected was Anna Conant. Gretch Schyler was appointed as assistant mana- ger. Catherine Murphy was chosen as leader until a captain could be chosen by the team. These managers have already scheduled games with other schools. A great deal of time is being spent by those going out for THE CHIMES 23 the team, in studying the rules and discussing various points of importance. Some hard practice has been put into this game by the squad, which consists of the greater part of the girls. Every one of them is anxious to get on the team. The results shown so far are very encouraging. It is hoped that the squad will produce a snappy team, and will be able to stand any other basket ball team representing a school of this size. The girls are showing good spirit and are co-operating readily in forming a team. Catherine Murphy, '26. SCITUATE HIGH VS. DUXBURY HIGH The boys' basketball five scored their first victory Mon- day night, January 25, when they defeated the Duxbury quintet by a score of 20-19. The boys found it hard, at first, to get the ball through the lanky boys from Duxbury. As a result the first ten minutes of play found Duxbury in the lead. In the second quarter, however, the Scituate boys got their eyes on the hoop and scored enough baskets to put them in the lead. The Duxbury boys caged a few baskets them- selves and the end of the half found Scituate leading by two points. During the third quarter the teams played about evenly and the score stood seventeen all. The next period Duxbury caged another basket, but Scituate also found the hoop for another one. Scituate also caged a foul shot, which later proved to be the winning point. The summary : G F T McCarthy, rf 5 1 11 Wherity, If 1 0 2 Morris, c 2 0 4 Driscoll, lb 1 0 2 Curran, rb 0 1 1 9 2 20 SCITUATE HIGH VS. NORWELL HIGH Scituate quintet scored their second victory when they de- feated Norwell High School in the Town Hall, Monday night, February 2, by a score of 28-15. The team showed up well as a whole and experienced no difficulty in caging their shots. The team has developed a good passing game and did not find it hard to get the ball by the Norwell defense. The line up was as follows : G F T 2 16 ... .2 0 4 ... .0 0 0 ...,2 0 4 Driscoll, Merritt, Appleton, rb . . , , 0 0 0 ... ,2 0 4 IS 2 28 24 THE CHIMES Baskets: McCarthy 7, Wherity 1, Prouty 1, Morris 2, Curran 2. Time, four eight minute periods. Referee, W. L. Enos. W. '26 SCITUATE A. A. 2NDS. VS. SCITUATE HIGH SCHOOL The boys' basketball team played their first game Wednes- day night, January 14, in the Town Hall, Scituate, against the Scituate A. A. Substitutes. Although the boys were de- feated, they showed promise of becoming a fast five. They showed Wednesday night that they have developed a fine pas- sing game, but were weak on shooting baskets. The final score was : Scituate A. A. Substitutes 8, Scituate High School 5. The line up was a follows : G F T I Curran, rf 0 0 0 Wherity, If , rg 0 1 1 i McCarthy, If, Ig 0 0 0 i Morris, c 2 0 4 j DriscoU, Ig, rg 0 0 0 ; Prouty, rg 0 0 0 i Evans, rg 0 0 0 J 2 15 SCITUATE HIGH SCHOOL VS. SCITUATE A. A. 2ND'S Scituate High School five made it three straight when they defeated Scituate A. A. Second team Wednesday night, Febru- ary 11, by a score of 27-18. Although the A. A. team was at a disadvantage in playing amateur rules, the high school boys showed they had the better team. The summary: G F T McCarthy, rf 3 2 8 'l Wherity, If 2 0 4 ; Morris, c 2 1 5 ) Driscoll, rb. If 1 0 2 Prouty, rb 0 0 0 Curran, lb 4 0 8 j 12 3 27 Miss Dudley: You have poor marks because of spelling. 1 What seems to be the trouble ? i Kenny: Oh, last examination I put too many z s in scis- sors. an j L. Morris: I went to a mind-reader yesterday. j R. Bean: How did she enjoy her vacation? 4e | Parent: While you stood at the gate bidding good-bye to | my daughter, did it ever dawn on you — E. Driscoll : Certainly not, I never stayed as late as that. THE CHIMES 25 I'll take this pair, said the young athlete who had been looking at track shoes. The other make will give you much better service in the long run, said the salesman. Oh, but Fm not in any of the long runs. I'm only in the fifty-yard dash. m No girl buries her nose so deeply in The Chimes that she can't get at it with a powder puff. Some girls are so dumb they think the Mayflower Compact is a new kind of rouge. Colton: I fell last night and struck my head on the piano. Panetta : Hurt yourself ? Colton : No, luckily I hit the soft pedal. King : What ho, the guard ! Prime Minister: Sire, the guard has lost his umbrella and it is raining. Kin: Then, what ho, the mud-guard. i 26 THE CHIMES i Eulaila : Really, I didn't hit you intentionally. Victim : What have you got that bumper on your car for if you aren't aiming to hit some one? « ♦ ♦ ♦ 1 Colton: Gee! I wish Fd lived in pre-historic times. 1 Lois: What for? Colton: So I wouldn't have to learn history of course. ♦ Excited Tourist (beckoning to cabby): Hey! Cabby: Look here, mister, stop kiddin' my horse. i 4e 4e « 4 Ray: My alarm clock went off this morning at eight- | thirty. i Lois: Hasn't it come back yet? - « if ♦ I The Joke Editor is the biggest joke I ever saw. i :)c 4c 4e He 1 Doctor: I charge ten dollars for my advice. i J. Davy (leaving office rapidly) T'anks, doctor, I ain't taking it. i Judge: Prisoner, the jury finds you guilty. Prisoner: That's all right, judge. I know you're too in- i telligent to be influenced by what they say. i The Chimes has gratefully received the following papers and would like to hear from them again. The Parrot, Rockland High School, Rockland, Mass. Honor Roll is exceptionally fine. Literary department shows well- planned, thoughtful work. The Partridge, Duxbury, Mass. A fine selection of stories. Why so little about athletics? The Hermiad, Hingham, Mass. The descriptions of the Wind exceedingly well written. The entire paper well arranged. 1 THE CHIMES 27 The Unquity Echo, Milton, Mass. The Unquity Echo cer- tainly is a wonderful specimen of the pupils' work at Milton High. The Par-Sem, Parsonfield Semjinary, Maine. Literary de- partment good. Cuts excellent. The Hanoi} erian, Hanover High School . Joke department good; also literary. The Metonomy Beacon , Your editorials are good. Where is your exchange column? The Students' Pen, East Bridgewater, Mass. We see that the cross-word puzzle craze has reached East Bridgewater High. To an Uncovered Wagon , very cleverly written. The Taconic, WiUiamstown, Mass. Your literary depart- ment is excellent, especially the Poets' Corner. The Echo, Abington, Mass. Your literary and athletic de- partments are well arranged and very interesting. The Wampatuck, Braintree High School. An excellent paper. Your poems and Wise Cracks good. The Meteor, Berlin, New Hampshire. Your paper is very well arranged. The literary department is very interesting and we envy your exchange column. The Eastoner, No. Easton, Mass. Your editorials well written. Edgar Hyland, Exchange Editor. COMPLIMENTS OF EGYPT GARAGE and MACHINE CO., INC. COUNTRY WAY EGYPT, MASS. 28 THE CHIMES Front Street Transportation Co. Inc. General Garage Business The SEAVERNS Cars let bv Dav or Hour Automobile Supplies i UI U. Odlco dlitl OCX VlL't; 0 1 UJaJL 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. PATRONIZE CHIMES ADVERTISERS THE CHIMES 29 SOUTH STATION FLOWER SHOP Entrance to South Station Plants and Flowers for all occasions Funeral Designs a Specialty A. G. DELAY, Proprietor Tel. Liberty 0727 G. Dana Yeaton Compliments of Scituate THE LARGEST Insurance Agencyl Pharmacy ON THE SOUTH SHORE Compliments of Front Street, JOHN T. FITTS SCITUATE, MASS. Greenbush PATRONIZE CHIMES ADVERTISERS 30 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 Ford Service Station- -Automobiles for Hire Scituate 212-2 Service is the Winning Factor in our Business ELITE GOWN SHOPPE Scituate F. W. MacDONALD Electric Showing of Winter Coats Co. and Dresses The Shop at the Harbor THE BOUNDBROOK PRESS Twenty-four Years at the old stand. Estimates on all Classes of Printing. Prompt Service Reasonable Prices NORTH SCITUATE, MASS. Telephone Connection Scituate Coal and Supply Co. ANTHRACITE COAL in Egg, Stove and Nut Sizes Aii Raii Ciean Coal Order your suppiy now We Aiso Seii New Engiand Colce $13.00 per ton Scituate Coal and Supply Co. EGYPT, MASS. Tel. Scituate 571-2 and 75-3 PATRONIZE CHIMES ADVERTISERS THE CHIMES 31 SCITUATE GREENHOUSES FRED T. WATERMAN Easter Comes April 12 Lilies and All Other Plants suitable for Gifts and Decoration Cut Flowers and Plants lUJT iTiutiicio XJaj Prices Will Be Reasonable Tel. 347-2 A. C. DeMARY CO. Groceries, Meats and Vegetables NO. SCITUATE Tel. 257-2 C. C. WITHEM Groceries and Cool Drinks SCITUATE CENTER Tel. Con. The Best in Heating and PLUMBING Frederick T. Bailey and Co. NORTH SCITUATE, 88-2 F. T. Bailey P. S. Bailey 88-3 88-4 Norman C. Withem Painter and Paper xianger SCITUATE CENTER Tel. No. 181-2 WRIGHT DITSON General Athletic Supplies For ALL Sports, both Indoor and Outdoor. They are the most practical and reliable in every way. (Catalogue sent on request) 344 Washington St., BOSTON PATRONIZE CHIMES ADVERTISERS 32 THE CHIMES Compliments of ELSWORTH CURTIS Compliments of Compliments C. G. Finnic of Compliments Dr. Grovenstein J. A. Ward PATRONIZE CHIMES ADVERTISERS Compliments of WALTER HAYNES Compliments Compliments of of Dr. and Mrs. Margaret E. Phelan T. B. Alexander Piano Teacher OilKES June Issue S C I TTJMlTE mCtl SCHOOL WHEREVER YOU GO ALWAYS BE LOYAL TO YOUR HOME TOWN — Attractive — Historic — Progressive THE GEORGE F. WELCH CO. SCITUATE, MASS. SCITUATE TOWN LIBRARY j 3 1644 00269 8379 THE CHIMES VoL 2. June, 1925 No. 3- Member of Published by the Students of the Scituate High School, Scituate, Massachusetts EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor .... Advertising Managers Literary Editors .... Athletic Editors Alumni Editor Dramatic Editor .... Art Editor Joke Editors Exchange Editor Finance Manager .... 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. . . Louis Haartz . . Harriett Alexander JRay Ellis L Herbert Frye Hazel Eaton [Edward Driscoll [Catherine Murphy 1 Richard Wherity . . Barbara Brown . . Rose Hernan . . Malcolm Merritt [Wallace Torrey [Paul Quinn . . Edgar Hyland . . EULAILA PiNKAM 2 THE CHIMES DON'T KICK In Scituate High of late, we have had a good opportunity to compare the schedule of a working man with our tiresome school routine. We are now able to compare our day with that of the men who are working on the field in back of the building, and it makes us realize how easy our schedule is compared with that of those who drop school. The men have been at work an hour or more when we ar- rive. We ride to school in palatial busses ; they pedal here on some ancient bicycle. We never have to work longer than forty minutes at one task; they struggle under a pickaxe or systematically drive a tractor back and forth all day. We continually discover our new abilities ; they have but few op - portunities to increase their minds. Although they get here earlier and stay later, they don't have a recess every two and a half hours as we do. Of course they work in the open air ; but is air filled with thousands and thousands of particles of dust better than that of a clean, well-ventilated building? This is just one example. Any working man follows a regular routine which is more severe than ours. The rich man may do about as he wishes now, but he certainly followed a routine while earning his millions. Therefore, don't kick! No matter what we do in life, we are bound to have routine, and probably we shall never have an easier schedule than we're having right now. John Prouty '26 THE CHIMES 3 THE CASTLE OF LIFE I sing a little song of praise to the noble Knight, 1 11 Try, and his fair lady, I Can. Their castle called Life, stands on the high hill of Endeavor. It is staunch and firm on its rocky foundation, built in the dim forgotten ages of the past by the master mason. Strong Character, and furnished and decor- ated by the great firm of Will, To-do and Dare. Age does not detract from its great beauty. Though many a storm of sorrow and adversity has passed over it, and again and again the legions of Lord Discouragement and Baron Hate have assailed its portals, not a stone has fallen from its massive walls. The good knight sits by his warm fireside of Good-Cheer, waited upon and served by his faithful retainer. Will Power. His gentle lady runs the castle with the assistance of her well trained maids, Effort, Application, and Perseverance. All the custodians of the castle watch with loving care over the children of the house, I. Will and I. Shall. Always must they be on guard against the wicked bandits from the hills that surround them. Their leader, I. Can't, is a persistent villain, striving always to kidnap the children. The gypsy, I. Won't, is forever calling, calling on his magic flute, outside the wall where the I-do roses bloom. He would lure them away, that his wife Envy might destroy their clear true vision. These evil ones are filled with hatred for all those who re- side within the castle, because of the golden shower of good gifts and love that seem to be forever falling at their feet. They plot with the witch. Malice, to carry away little I. Will and I. Shall and force them to share the grim fate of their own sons. Procrastination and Shiftless; but the castle walls are high and hard to climb, and are guarded night and day by the sons of Will Power and his little wife. True. Great-hearted hospitality the knight extends to all real friends, and all he asks of them is that on their departure from the castle each guest shall lay a stone upon the wall, of some noble deed or kindness, some worthy thought or en- deavor, some tenderness or faith, that he may always hold in keeping as a remembrance of their visit to the castle of Life. Hazel G. Eaton '26 WHEN MY SHIP COMES HOME When my ship comes home is an expression that is heard everywhere. What wonderful things will happen when my ship comes home. But are you going to sit idly on the shore patiently waiting and wishing for the first glimpse of those silken sails on the horizon? For no one's ship comes drifting in Who only dreams about it. 4 THE CHIMES There may be joy, it is true, in the unexpected arrival of your ship laden with the unknown treasure. But your ship may never reach port ; and isn't there as much, if not more, pleas- ure in filling the ship yourself, and in being confident of its safe arrival. You can anchor your ship in a safe harbor with a sigh of contentment, after safely steering it yourself through rough and stormy seas, after guiding it unerringly past treacherous rocks and hidden dangers. For each one's ship comes sailing in, If he helps Fate to bring it. Fate may not be a very competent sailor and your ship may be wrecked on foreign sands, never reaching its destination. Build your own ship, if you wish. Determine yourself its ma- terial and size. Then load it with a cargo of your own selec- tion, and help Fate to guide it. Though it may be a long, long journey homeward, your vessel will reach port. Some of your cargo may have been lost in storm or fog, but the best will still be safe, and perhaps, tucked away as a sur- prise for you, there will be something more precious than jewels or gold — happiness. Helen Healy '26. APRIL April is the month of the needful showers, that bring the Mayflowers. The wells are full to the top and running over with fresh, icy water. The birds are singing their spring songs as they fly joyfully to their work. It is a month of happiness. Jack Frost comes no more and in his place comes the favored Goddess of Spring, arrayed in the silky white of the budding flowers. The cool, refreshing rains bring new life to the struggling plants, as they hang withered and frost- bitten by the merciless March winds. There are no more icy toes or frost-bitten ears, but sunburned faces and burning feet. There is no more sliding or fancy skating, but high diving and fancy swimming. What a happy feeling in the fresh warm breezes and the glistening sight of a first rainbow ! Wallace Richardson '27 THE CROSS WORD PUZZLE AGE We are now living in the cross-word puzzle age or the jazz era. What is this age? Is it that our progressiveness has carried us too far; or have extremists, who are always with us, given to jazz the name it has acquired? One reads occasionally in the daily paper such shrieking headlines as, 'Are Cross Word Puzzles Usurping Modern Life? Is Dancing Ruining The Younger Generation? Is the Pres- ent Generation Being Spoiled By Their Jazz-Filled Exist- ence? The newspapers usually leave us to decide. My ob- THE CHIMES 5 servation is that jazz and cross-word puzzles are not harmful if taken in conservative doses. And yet we still have people that insist upon using that short phrase, in my day. What betrays the unprogressive mind more ! How often is the younger generation restricted by it ! If we live in the past, we cannot help being extremely conservative. It also works the other way; if we live in the present, we cannot help being progressive. Be progressive in a conservative way. H. Alexander '25 LOOKING BACK Old Father Time seems to be speeding up his hours and days as we near graduation time. Senior days are always busy ones, and this year they seem to be just one flurry of bustle and excitment. The girls in one corner are busily planning their graduation wardrobe, while the boys in another corner plan just as busily their future work or study. But, in the midst of all this delightful anticipation, let us look back upon the past four years. First we see ourselves as bewildered freshmen, striving to become acquainted with the shifting classes and responsi- bility of high school life. In our first year we scarcely noticed the upper-classmen. This was because we were too busy, or else we considered them too lofty to deign to speak to us. Our sophomore year we gradually emerged from our pre- occupation, and began to take an active interest in school affairs. We held candy sales in order to increase our finances, and finally we gave the freshman class a party which we con- sidered our crowning achievement. We were fast becoming an important part of Scituate High — so we thought, at least. Our junior year. Ah, a happy memory of good times and fun. It truly seemed that we were the jolliest class in the whole school. We worked hard and played hard, and the re- sult was that every junior became a senior at the end of the year. But now we come to our senior year. Every member of our class seems to walk a little more assuredly than he did a year ago. We enjoy more freedom and privilege than before, and we all are looking steadfastly toward the future. , In the meanwhile we are enjoying our happiest and per- haps saddest year in the Scituate High School. Happy be- cause we are all full of life and fun ; sad because this is our last year. Many under classmen think that this deep feeling at leaving high school is silly sentimentality. We all thought so once, but now as graduation day approaches, there comes a tight- ening in our throats, and there is an intermingling of both sadness and joy. 6 THE CHIMES As we think back over the years spent in the Scituate High we feel that, taken all in all, we did not have such a bad time after all. Indeed, some of us expressed the wish that we were able to stay four more years within these walls. We know that our conduct at all times has not proved a bed of roses for the teachers. But we can truthfully say that none of our misconducts were malicious. We have tried to boost our school and its enterprises, and we are now, and always will be, loyal to Scituate High. A Senior ALUWl NOT The following letter from an Alumnus of the Class of 1911 was recently received. It is an inspiration to the members of the school to know that the former graduates take an in- terest in them, and we should be pleased to hear from any other members of the Alumni Association from time to time. Barbara Brown, Alumni Editor April 27, 1925 Editor, The Chimes, Scituate High School, Scituate, Mass. As an alumnus of the Class of 1911, I wish to congratulate Scituate High School on its success in editing and publish- ing The Chimes. The Town of Scituate is indeed fortunate in numbering among its High School students those whose ability and efforts have produced such an excellent publication. The make-up itself, in artistic design, simplicity, and appeal, is enough to sell the offering to any reader. As a civic undertaking. The Chimes is worthy of the sup- port of every citizen of Scituate. Its influence will be far broader than may now be realized by its creators. Such a school-organ cannot help but convince strangers that Scituate is a live town and has a real High School. Scituate has rea- son to be proud of its young citizens who have chosen this method of putting the town in the front rank of progressive communities. I cannot but smile when I think how different the present High School is from that of 1911. Our present accepted theories and practices in educational methods would have aroused only ridicule and scorn in 1911, and that was only fourteen years ago! Who can foresee the progress which will be made in the next fourteen years? THE CHIMES 7 Fourteen years! What changes have taken place in that brief span? As I read The Chimes the nances of present students are for most part strange to me. Those whose names I recognize, I recall as little boys and girls when I was living in Scituate. That was eight years ago — before war with Germany was declared. It is hard to realize that Scit- uate has undergone so many changes in eight years. To me, no doubt, having been away from Scituate, these changes are more apparent. As for myself, since leaving Scituate, there is little to be said. Discharged from the U. S. Army in December 1919, a Captain of Infantry, I spent the next three years in Chicago, 111. as Assistant Manager in charge of sales for the Liquid Carbonic Company. I have since been with the Standard Oil Co. of N. Y. at Albany and Utica and am now in charge of Operation and Construction in the Utica Division. Have been married five years and have a daughter who says she was three in October.' It would give me pleasure to hear from my old school-mates. Letters c o Socony, Utica, N. Y. will always reach me promptly. For the benefit of those who may remember me only for my failings, let me say that I am still a hunting fool and hope I may always be so classified ! Well, Harrington, what's your opinion? In other words, who did the dirty work? I guess there's no doubt about it. Barnes crowded him against the fence. Heaven knows, I hate to say it about any man, but I can't see any way of getting 'round it, he killed him. It's practi- cally murder, tho' of course it won't be called that. But you know he might not have realized that it would happen. He might have thought there was room. Yeh, he might have. You can't tell me that any jockey who's been riding over five years doesn't know that he can't crowd two horses on the home stretch without two inches be- tween 'em, and not send one against the fence pretty darn ,( That race meant a lot to Barnes, didn't it? I guess it did. He's got a lot of debts piled up against him. Besides, his mother's old and poor and I guess all his Sincerely yours, Stanley B. Wade A CHANCE 8 THE CHIMES money went to her. He s had a streak of bad luck lately. Hasn't won a thing. Yes, I guess that race meant a lot to him, all right. Then you can't blame him so much, but it's awful for a man to be driven to that sort of thing. A look of under- standing came into Harrington's eyes. He too had hard work to make ends meet. Now, here's the way I look at it, his comrade continued. There's a right an' wrong and every man knows the differ- ence. If he don't, why does a burglar steal at night and cover his traces? Well, when Barnes pushed that boy off the track he knew it was wrong. He knew the consequences. But he knew it was right to stay behind to lose the race, to starve probably. He knew that he'd be fired if he lost, and he was afraid to think of the days following. He was afraid to face Death. But any man worth living would die of starvation before he'd live, a murderer. That's the way I see it. Barnes knew it was wrong. Got to go now. 'Bye. And that ended the conversation. Laurie Harrington rose and walked slowly to his boarding place. He climbed the steep stairs to his little four-story room, took off his coat, ran his fingers through his hair, and sat down upon his cot, staring straight ahead of him. But he did not see the old, veneered bureau, the bare wall with crack- ing plaster, nor the uncurtained window. He saw once more the jostling crowd, the gay colors of women's clothes and jockeys' blouses, and the glossy coats of the high-bred colts. Now silence, the forming of the line upon the track, — the race was on. He was riding with tight rein, not pushing his horse. He had his orders and the race was between Black Prince and Ladybird. Now the home-stretch. He, sure of his place, raised his eyes to watch the fight for first. Another colt is running neck to neck with Black Prince. Ladybird is behind. Does he see rightly? Is Barnes madly whipping Ladybird's flank, sending her with a wild dash between the two three-year olds. He is trying to avert his eyes. Oh, God ! ! A crash, a struggling mass of horse and rider, a piercing scream of agony — He raised his head and his eyes were wild and flaming ; his hands trembled. He stood a moment with clenched fists. A jockey's life was hard and lasted only five or six years. Oh, well, it was all part of his work. He put on his coat and hurried down stairs. The dinner gong had sounded hours before. Can I speak to you, Mr. Harrington? Laurie opened the door and Mrs. Green, the landlady, came in. He knew why she came ; he knew the only reason she ever forced her over- fat person to climb four very steep flights of stairs. THE CHIMES 9 Now, Mr. Harrington, I want my room. You ain't paid your rent fer about two months and I got a gentleman as'll pay cash down fer it any time's it's empty. Now, what's you got to say? I'll, I'll pay you next Tuesday, Mrs. Green. She still stood there. She had heard those promises be- fore. He leaned against the bureau, strumming his fingers upon its surface. Then he turned suddenly with drawn face and blurted out, Oh, what's the use. I can't pay you next Tuesday, nor Wednesday, nor Thursday, or any other day. Mrs. Green looked at him with a cold stare and said, Well, you ken stay here to-night. But you got to get out in the morning. I'm not so rich as I ken let people live in my rooms fer nothin'. And with that she left the room. Laurie sat down dejectedly. He had begun to feel a little faint. No food and but little sleep for twenty-four hours, do not give a man strength. Neither does worrying about how to obtain them in the next twenty-four hours ; and Laurie had no money and no room after this night. He thought he had better get a little sleep. He was to ride next day. He would get a small sum which would last a couple of days, for coming in last on a colt whose racing days were over. And what after that was gone? The next day's race finished the season at Churchill Towns, and all the southern race tracks. The win- ner's stakes were several thousand. If only he were riding a possible winner! He would come in first at all prices, even Barnes' price. The words There is a right and a wrong and Barnes knew he was wrong came into his mind. Oh, Heavens, why should a man starve simply because he was afraid to take a chance. Nothing would happen. But he couldn't win anyway so there was no use in imagining. But if he were riding a winner. Next day the crowd jostled and pushed against the fence of the Churchill Downs track. Men shouted to one another, jockeys hurried to and fro, and horses whinnied and stamped. Meanwhile, Laurie Harrington was standing confronted by a large, stout man with a very red face. Both men were silent. At last the jockey stammered, You mean that I'm to ride Montford II? I sure do and you're rather slow in grasping the fact that you've got to ride the best horse in my stables. Get a move on. It's almost three. Murphy, wait a minute. And the big man hurried off to talk with one of the trainers. As Laurie went toward the stables, he felt a bit dazed. He, he, Laurie Harrington, second-class jockey at the best, was up on Montfort II. His resolutions of the night before rushed into his head. Here was his chance. Life was but a chance — and yet — no, he was not afraid ! He would do it if needs be. 10 THE CHIMES That night he would have two thousand dollars in his pocket and his name in every newspaper in the South. His resolve did not leave him as Montfort II danced upon the starting line. At the gong, he tore up the track like a whirlwind. But Romance and Hannibat had taken off well, too; and they were ahead. Laurie bided his time. He thought of the gruelling home-stretch, and he carried less weight than they. He wondered who was up on Romance. The figure looked familiar, the jockey had been changed at the last possible moment. He gave his attention to his horse. It was the last time around with Romance, and Hannibat still ahead. Montfort II was not tiring ; now was the time to pass. But there was only a small space between the colts. Should he take the chance? Two thousand dollars or no money, no food, no bed? But a man worth living would rather die of starvation than live a murderer.'' Laurie tightened rein and Romance crossed the finish line first with Hannibat a close second. As he dismounted, Laurie glanced curiously at the jockey surrounded by newspaper-men and admirers. The man was Barnes. S)C ]|S S{S S(£ « As Laurie climbed the four flights of stairs, he stumbled wearily. He reached his room, picked up his bag and started to leave. The bed looked so comfortable. If only he might lie down upon it and sleep for hours. He suddenly realized that Mrs. Green was beside him. He must leave. She was probably there to prepare the room for its next occupant. But instead of objecting to his presence, she put a telegram into his hand. He unfolded it mechanically and read it. Then he read it again, and again. He must be dreaming! Heir to almost a million dollars? Impossible! But it was true, true, true. He started to tell the good news to Mrs. Green and discovered that she was no longer beside him. Laurie sat quietly with his head in his hands and from his heart went up a prayer of thanks to God that because of his lack of courage that little tragedy on the race-track a few months before had not repeated itself that day. Ray Ellis '26 THE CHIMES 11 PAL George Brent, the young station master, was asleep; yes, asleep at the switch. Only the big, brown collie lying at his feet knew why his master was asleep. It was almost half past eleven; soon the mid-night train would go flashing by ! Would it go by ? Only God could answer that question. Putting his paws on his master's knees, the collie whined as if he was trying to awaken him. A wistful expression came into those large, brown eyes. For although he was only a dog, he knew that never again would he, or any other human being, awaken his master. Earlier in the evening two masked men had entered the station and while one held the dog and man at bay with a gun, the other had cracked the safe. The robber, enraged at finding only worthless notes, shot the young station master, killing him out-right. Then with his companion, he disap- peared into the night. True, the dog had fought bravely in defense of his master. His right paw, which was broken and covered with blood, was proof of that. The toot of a train was heard sounding faintly in the dis- tance. The dog's ears twitched, for he had heard the whistle. Giving his master one more glance, he limped painfully from the room. On came the train. The people in its cars were laughing, and talking, not knowing how near death was. As the dog neared the switchboard, he tried to run, as if he knew the lives of many people depended on his strength. Giving a leap, he took the handle of the switch in his teeth. He pulled! His teeth slipped! Still the handle did not move. Again, and again, he tried. Each time his leap was lower, and his grasp on the handle was feebler, for the collie was weak and sick from the pain of his foot, and the loss of much blood. Louder, and yet louder the whistle of the train was heard. As the train neared the curve by the station, the darkening eyes of the dog lighted up with hope. He leaped ! He pulled ! The handle of the switch moved. As the train came thundering into the station, the collie fell across the tracks too weak to save himself. The merci- less train, stopping for nothing, rolled over his body. In yonder churchyard lie the bodies of a man and a dog, who loved each other living, and died for the same cause. Christine Jessome '28 12 THE CHIMES EXPERIENCES TEACHES Now, Don, lemme have that swing. No, I won't, Betty Jackson. G'wan away from here. Can't a fella have some peace? Huh ! All you do is sit down in that swing and read 'bout ole Buff'lo Bill, she grunted disgustedly. What'cha wanna read them for? I'm not readin' Buff'lo Bill. Fm readin' Jesse James' Re- venge, he ended in a lofty tone. Aw, what's the diff ? They're all crazy anyway. Come on now. Ma wants you to do an errand. She does not. I know you. If I went to see if Ma wanted an errand, you'd get in this swing. I know. You think you're smart. Gimme that swing. I won't! You will ! I won't! Betty, Betty and Don. Come here a moment, called a quavering voice from the sun parlor. The swing which Betty and Don were quarreling over was placed just under the sun parlor windows. That's Grandad. What d'you s'pose he wants? Well you won't find out 'less you go and see. He called you, too, Don Jackson. Oh, I'll go. Quit'cha talkin'. In a few minutes they entered the sun parlor where there was an old man with a kind face, twinkling blue eyes, and very white hair. His feet were stretched out on a hassock; but when the children came in, he removed his feet, pulled the hassock closer, and motioned Betty to sit on it. Don, you can sit right here on the arm of my chair, he said. When they were seated comfortably he began, Do you children want to hear a story? An interesting incident of my boyhood ? he asked. Is it all 'bout burglars an' pirates? I don't want to hear 'bout burglars, I want to hear bout the time when you proposed to Gran'ma. Well this is neither. This is something that I very seldom tell, he added confidentially. It is about my sister Betty whom you are named after, he said to Betty. When I was about as old as you, Don, I was about the same in all ways. I I had a nice disposition just like you, he said in a tone that made Don squirm uncomfortably and Betty blush to the roots of her hair. Something happened though, he continued, that made me the sorriest boy alive. For a moment Grand- pa seemed lost in memories. I was about fifteen or sixteen years old, just the age when brothers don't want sisters tag- ging around after them. I wasn't any different from the rest. Betty was fourteen. She was pretty, too. Her hair was short and curly, just like yours, he said pointing to Betty's tumbled mop of curls. She had scarlet fever and her mother THE CHIMES 13 had it cut off. She never let it grow long again, and it looked good short. It was the prettiest golden, and her eyes were dark brown. That was the only way she differed from you, Betty. You have blue eyes and hers were brown. Well, any- way, one cold afternoon just after school, we thought, all of us fellows, that we'd go skating. The pond was safe, and mother gave her consent. I had been skating for a half hour when I saw Betty. She skated up, her eyes sparkling, — her cheeks glowing, and said, Jack, Mother let me come over for a while and she wants you to take me home when you go. I'll skate around with the girls,' she added. 0f course I couldn't come skating with the fellows with- out having you tagging along after me,' I said. You watch me and when I go you come along,' and I skated off. Soon I was in with the crowd and had forgotten all about Betty. At twilight we all started home. We were hungry and that made us go all the faster. When I got half way home, I remembered Betty. 0h. Gee !' I said disgustedly. Sisters make me tired.' I never thought that sisters sometimes tire of teasing brothers. T'ra'ps she's home by this time,' I thought trying to comfort myself. I arrived within a few feet of the door and decided to go back for her, when the door opened and my mother called, Is that you. Jack?' Yes,' I said. 'Where's Betty?' she asked quickly when I came within sight. 'She's down at the pond, I suppose. I saw her down there a little while ago,' I said trying to affect carelessness. 'John, did you leave your sister at the pond alone?' said mother, sternly. 'Er-er yes. I-I'll go right down and get her,' said I, now thoroughly frightened. I dropped my skates and started as quickly as possible for the pond. 'What if she went down the dangerous end and fell in,' I thought, and doubled my pace. At last I arrived at the pond and caught a glimpse of her skating with a few girls. The pond was almost deserted. They were having a last race before leaving for home, and Batty v as far ahead of the rest. Straight down the pond she flew, her cap tumbled to one side and her scarf flying out behind her. Straight to the dangerous end she went — a red flash against a white background. 'Betty : Betty ! ! Come back. The ice is thin !' She tried in vain to stop herself, but she was going too fast. She screamed, threw up her hands and disappeared in the water. I ran along the bank, fear lending speed to my feet. I saw the girls rush down to her. The spot was just off shore and there was no danger of drowning, but the weather was zero, and if she did not get pneumonia it would be a miracle. When I reached there, she was stretched out on the ground, and one of the girls had gone for her father. It did not take 14 THE CHIMES long to get Betty home and wrapped in blankets. The shock was so great to her that she had not regained consciousness. I was sent for a doctor, and you can imagine how I felt. By morning, Betty had a high fever, and a bad cold, but the doctor said there was no danger of pneumonia. A great load slipped off my mind, and I hurried away to thank God for his kind- ness. A little later when I saw Betty, she said, It wasn't your fault. Jack. I took the chance on a dare.' But I knew that if I had taken her home when I went first, there would have been no accident. That taught me a lesson. It was a hard jolt. Now when I hear you two with your squabbling among your- selves I always think of my hard lesson. There's your mother calling you, said Grandpa, so you can go and think over what I have told you. An hour later, Grandpa looking out of the window, chuckled softly at what he saw, — Betty sitting comfortably in the ham- mock and Don whittling at her feet. Ruth LaVange '27 A MODERN MESSAGE TO GARCIA Into the long combers drove the powerful seasled. On board there were the captain, his engineer, and a passenger. Ordi- narily there was a crew of four, but when there are only two men available and two hundred and fifty miles to cover before morning, what is one going to do? That the passenger was a government official, the captain knew because of his acquaintance with government ways. The passenger had given the captain a singular order — just: Straight to sea until you sight the Olympic. The Olympic was the boat about which there had been so much discussion during the last two days. In fact, ev er since war had been declared two weeks before, there had been a rush of all Ameri- cans in Europe to get home. What the passenger wished with the Olympic was more than the sea captain could see ; but he followed the passenger's directions and went straight to sea at a sixty-mile clip. Straight into the wind and sea the boat went, sometimes almost flying, sometimes almost submerged, but always going to sea. The passenger turned and shouted in the captain's ear, When do we sight her? She should be in sight now, the captain replied in a bellow. They both strained their eyes into the darkness for several minutes ; then suddenly the passenger dashed to the door, tak- ing with him a little, black bag. He opened this before gain- ing the deck, and took out several long tubes about fifteen inches long and half an inch in diameter. Each was of a dif- ferent color. Taking a red one from the bag, he lighted it and dashed from the cabin onto the deck. The flame lighted up the water for many feet around. Soon from the liner's deck came a twin ray of red light. THE CHIMES 15 The passenger then lighted two others, and sticking one of them on the deck, proceeded to signal, navy style, with a different code. After doing this for several minutes, he stop- ped, and again came the twin red glare from the liner's deck. Then the passenger turned and said, Home, and went below. When they got to the docks, the passenger said, Here is a little reward for you. You will know in the morning what you have done, and hurried off. Opening his hand, the cap- tain found a hundred-dollar bill, and the money which they had agreed on for the expense of the trip. In the morning the headlines of the papers were : President Notified of the Breaking up of Plot to Kill Him by a Modern Messenger to Garcia. Sturgis Evans '27 MINOT'S LIGHT Balmy are the summer days. Sparkling are the dancing waves, Cloudless are the sunny skies. With the sea gulls flying by. Still the tall form guards the sea, Minot's flashing, — one, four, three. Loud may the thunder crash. Bright may the lightning flash. Cold may the north wind blow, Blinding is the ice and snow. But still the watchful sailors see, Minot's flashing, — one, four, three. Anna Healy '28 CAPTIVES Daffy-down-dilly and Crocus bold. Have come to the market place. She wears a beautiful yellow gown All frills, and ruffles, and lace. Silver his vest, and his purple coat Is broidered in richest gold, A king and a queen of springtime land Captured, and bound and sold. Captured and bound a-lack-a-day, Of their magic, pray beware, Oh, buyers in the market place. They charm, enchant, and snare. And never again shall ye be free. The memories of these twain, The royal folk, of springtime land Shall haunt, and hold, and chain. Hazel Eaton '26 16 THE CHIMES OF STERLING WORTH Rexy was all that dog should not be. He was one of the class commonly referred to as mongrel ; even his devoted little master did not know Rexy's parentage. For Rexy had appeared one hot, summer day, breathless and hot, with a frayed rope about his neck. Seeking shelter in the cove vines that grew by the well- house, he had abjectly crawled in and stayed there. Jimmie, youngest member of Gov. Burton's family, seeing the dog crawl under the vines, had given a glad whoop and followed suit. Dogs were Jimmie's special proteges, but the last canine member of the household had died of old-age and had left behind a sorrowing master. Therefore Jimmie welcomed the sight of the stray cur as a possible applicant for the dead dog's place. Dog and boy united, it did not take long to establish a firm friendship. Members of the household protested, but Jimmie was finally allowed to keep Rexy. At night Rexy often appeared restless, pacing the hall with a soft pit-a-pat. Occasionally he would lie down outside his small master's door, but usually he could be found patrolling the house, sniffing at every door and window. This seemed a very queer habit, and some of the servants declared the dog was possessed of spirit power. However, Rexy proved to be a true pal and playmate for Jimmie. He was so loyal that he even took his bath without whimpering or wriggling if he knew that Jimmie was taking his at the same time. He accompanied Jimmie on fishing tours and on tramps, always finding diversions in chipmunks and squirrels. One day, after a particularly long tramp, Rexy and Jimmie arrived home just before dusk. Both dog and boy turned in at an early hour and soon were fast asleep. Contrary to cus- tom, Rexy did not start his nocturnal pacing, but slept the sleep of the weary. Twelve o'clock came, then two o'clock, and suddenly a black shadow loomed against a long French window. Stealthily a pane of glass was broken with a padded object. The next instant there was a click, and the window slowly opened, ad- mitting a crouching figure. Rexy stirred uneasily and sleepily opened one eye. Was it possible he had heard a strange noise? He scanned the long corridor, but noticed nothing amiss. Suddenly he stif- fened. He certainly had seen something move. With a rush he cleared the length of the hall. There was a scuffle and a loud report. Bedlam reigned in the household. Maids, women and children clad in night clothes, streamed into the capacious corridor to find a man vainly struggling to release himself from the grip of the jaws of a dying dog. THE CHIMES 17 The butler and the serving boy took charge of the man, instantly recognizing him as a notorious criminal, who had recently escaped from the state prison. Jimmie, however, was concerned chiefly with his pet, whose shaggy body was slowly stiffening, and from whose shoulder blood welled in an ugly bullet wound. Rexy, mongrel and scamp that he was, had proven his worth. M. Cole SPRING Spring is a season for flowers, lovers, birds, and happiness. But it is not a season for students. Any real, live student suffers more during April, May, and June than in all the other months. The fresh out-of-door atmosphere, coming in through the window, coils itself around the poor would-be- studious, and he is a prisoner. Perhaps he makes an effort for a while, but in the end he finds there is no hope. Picture any boy with the hated Csesar before him, a twenty-five line assignment, half a period; and spring out- of-doors, spring in the school-room, spring in the air, spring everywhere. His train of thought is something of this order : Well, I suppose it would be just as well to get this Latin done and over with. Let's see how much we had to do. Twenty-five lines! Say, that is a joke! Does she really expect us to do them? That is a good one. But I might as well do a few lines just so's I can say that I've done my Latin. Let's see, — 'impedimenta,' — the baggage, the baggage was left in castra.' Camp, that's it. Castra,' — camp. By the way, wonder if Ed will go camping soon. I had a peach of a trip last year. We really had a great time only the fishing was bum, the water was freezing most of the time, and the tent wouldn't stay up. Still it was a corking trip even if it rained all the time and that cow ate most of our food. That was funny when Jim tipped the canoe over. It would of been funnier if he hadn't been wearing my flannels at the time. Still that was a good joke. Must ask Ed if he'll go next week. Now, where was I? The baggage was left in the camp with Caesar's foot' — . That's sure sensible. I don't see how it goes anyway. It's a crime to make anyone study in this weather. Spring sure is great. I might be able to do something if that freshman would stop shuffiling his pedal extremities. , Well, 'the baggage' — . My, it's hot in here. Great day to be out; tough to have to stay in. What was I doing? Oh, sure. Anyway, 'Caesar's foot, the baggage was left with Caesar's foot' — . That's sort of queer. Say, Jack, what does 'equites' mean? Oh, yes, footsoldiers. I knew it was some- thing about a foot. Say, Bill, are you going to baseball practice to-night? AJLLEN MEMORIAL LiBRAkX fiClTUATE. MASS. 18 THE CHIMES Well, Fm not. I'm going to show that coach where he gets off. Said my pitching wasn't in it like Mike Murphy's. Why, the team's lost without me! Mike Murphy's all right, you understand, only, — well, that coach is cracked. Will you lend me that glove to-night? I want to work with Jimmy Blake. He sure is bum but wait 'till I get through with him. I'll make a catcher of him yet. He's got the stuff only nobody sees it, that's all. But I'll show that coach. Now for that Latin again. The baggage,' — oh, I've done all that. Well, I'm getting along. 'Caesar's footsoldiers' — . Gosh, there goes the bell. And I've only done half a sentence. And the Latin teacher listens to the eloquent speech of the boy who was so very sick last night that he couldn't do a bit of Latin. Oh yes, he is very well now, thank you, but he was so sick last night. And the teacher usually understands that his sickness is a spring ailment which all youth and nearly all age suffers from when the crocus begin to bloom and the gay birds appear from the South. A Home Beautiful Exposition was held at the Annex of the High School on May 14 from two to six o'clock. There was a demonstration of electrical and labor-saving devices for the home, and an exhibit from R. H. White's store. Five dollars was received recently from the Scituate Woman's Club for the purchasing of new books for our library. The High School Orchestra, under the direction of Miss Bradford, recently played at the anniversary celebration of the G. A. R. veterans. Priscilla Cole and Gertrude Wherity were awarded medals offered by the society for the Prevention of Cruelty Animals. A representative of the Massachusetts Society for the Preservation of our Wild Flowers, Miss McGinnis, gave an illustrated lecture in the Assembly Hall on Wildflowers and especially on the need of protection for those in danger of extermination. We were very fortunate this term in having Representative Gifford give us a talk on the Constitution of the United States. Mr. Creelman, a citizen of the town, also talked to us very interestingly on Good Citizenship. The Scituate Woman's Club invited the pupils of the High Ray Ellis '26 NOT THE CHIMES 19 School and the grammar schools to attend an illustrated lec- ture on Birds by a well-known ornithologist. He imitated the calls of various birds by whistling and on his violin. This lecture was very instructive as well as interesting. Mrs. Clark from the Royal Typewriter Company, gave a test to the Senior Commercial Class. Priscilla Fish, Marion Damon, and Eulaila Pinkham received over ninety per cent. John Ford, Mae Ford, Marion Damon, Eulaila Pinkham, and Velma Litchfield have passed tests admitting them into the membership of the Accuracy Club of the Royal Type- writer Company. DRAMATICS The second project to be given by the combined Glee Clubs is an operetta entitled The Bells of Beaujolais. The libretto is by David Stevens and the music score by Louis Adolphe Coerne. The Glee Clubs have given over most of their time to this undertaking; and under the supervision of Miss Brad- ford, instructor of music, they are making rapid strides towards success. The costumes are being made by Miss Bar- rows and her classes. Mrs. Ward and the art classes are working on the scenery and also the posters which are to advertise the show. It will be an entertainment that you cannot afford to miss. In addition to a snappy plot and good music, the show is full of solo dances and choral dances. It will not lag for one minute. To be assured of an evening of first class entertainment, see The Bells of Beaujolais June 5. The senior play, Be An Optimist, was given May 1 at the Scituate Woman's Club. This play was a dramatic as well as a financial success. The actors played their parts to per- fection, and the plot was very interesting. Much credit is due the seniors for putting on such a good entertainment. Rose Hernan, Dramatic Editor 20 THE CHIMES BASEBALL As the baseball season came rolling along, Scituate won- dered how the School could win more games this year. Two men were lost last year by graduation. The opening of the season was delayed by bad weather, but the fellows went to work in earnest as soon as the weather permitted. With the consent of Mr. Martin, Herb. Crowley was ob- tained as coach of the infield and of the pitchers, Mr. Som- merman taking care of the outer gardens. Mr. Crowley has spent a lot of work on the hitting of the team, as he believes that it is hitting that wins ball games. The team this year has three new faces in the infield ; Mor- ris is on first, and it's a toss-up between Appleton and Whit- taker at the keystone sack. Appleton is the best hitter, while Whittaker is the best fielder. We find at the hot corner Hy- land, who has been shifted over from second where he play d last year. He is a good fielder and one of the teani's best hitters. At short is McCarthy, the best ball-player in any school on the South Shore and the leading hitter of the team. Last year he led the team in hitting and fielding, and stolen bases. In the outfield, Prouty is making a strong bid; he is a good fielder and a fair hitter. Dwyer, another fielder, is going strong. He is fast on bases, and a good fielder, but weak with the vnllow. In center field will be found Rice, the all- THE CfflMES 21 round man ; he can play every position and play it well. He is the team's hardest hitter. Driscoll is in right field ; he is a good man both in the field and at the plate, but slow on the bases. Most of the pitching is done by Wherity, last year's twirler. This year he has taken on more weight which should help him very m(uch. He has a world of speed and curves, but has a tendency to be wild. Curran, the veteran player, will do most of the work behind the plate. He can be depended upon to deliver a winning punch at a critical moment. A Fan '26 BASKET-BALL NOTES On March 12 the Scituate girls played the Norwell girls in a basket-ball game at Norwell. The Scituate girls were de- feated by a score of 18-14. The second game was played with Duxbury at Scituate, Scituate winning by a score of 41-38. The return game with Norwell, played at Scituate was an easy victory for the Scituate girls. The score was 61-13. The game with Marshfield was also an easy one. Scituate won by a score of 32-10. The hardest game of the season was played at Duxbury. This was a well-played game by both teams and after a hard struggle, was won by Scituate, the score being 38-34. The letters S. H. S. are to be awarded to those girls who participated in gam,es of the past season. Catherine Murphy, Athletic Editor GIRLS' BASEBALL NOTES The baseball team for the coming season is not much dif- ferent from the team of '24. i Hazel Eaton has been elected manager and Ruth Bean, as- sistant manager. The manager has arranged the following schedule: May 13 Duxbury at Scituate May 21 Hingham at Hingham May 28 Norwell at Scituate June 3 Marshfield at Scituate June 11 Duxbury at Duxbury June 18 Hingham at Scituate June 23 Marshfield at Marshfield Catherine Murphy, Athletic Editor 22 THE CHIMES Ham Actor. (With feeling) : Will you miss me? Voice from back of hall : Give me a gun and 1 11 try not to. ♦ Lecturer : I have sold over one thousand cases of this tonic and never had one complaint. What does this prove? W. Jenkins: Dead men tell no lies. ♦ ♦ Wallace Torrey: What cemetery is this we're driving by? Ray Litchfield : Cemetery nothin . Those are milestones. 1st Baseman : I hear Jack is married and has twins. Pitcher : Huh ! Got a bawl team of his own. « « Katrine Schuyler : I envy Alice when she laughs. Lauretta Wolfe: Why? Katrine Schuyler : There seems to be so much of her hav- ing a good time. THE CHIMES 23 Dot Hammond : Glea Cole has a very bad habit. She turns around and looks back every time we pass in the street. Ben Curran: How do you know? « 4: Lauretta Wolfe : Is Wallace really a lowbrow? John Stanley: Is he? Why he thinks dressing for dinner is tucking a napkin around his neck. K ♦ C. Lane: What is so interesting in that cook book? H. Webb : Oh, there's so many stirring events. Hfi L. Morris (enthusiastically) : You look sweet enough to eat. E. Cole (hintingly) : I could if I had the chance. « « ♦ Teacher (in geography class) : Can anyone tell me where Pittsburg is? Freshman : Please ma'am, they're playing in Chicago. E. Hyland: I was on pleasure bent. P.Chase: And then? E. Hyland: And then before I knew it was broke. Mary had a teddy bear She put it on the shelf And every time he wagged his tail He spanked his little self. A Vinal: Is that toothbrush sanitary? J. Davy : Must be, everybody used it. ♦ Wallace Torrey made up a song out of his own head the other day. He called it, The Old Wooden Rocker, and he had wood enough left to make a table. Hubby: I'm going to the ball game this afternoon. I'm anxious to see the new player. Wife: It won't do you a bit of good to go. I saw by the papers that he died trying to steal 3rd. A Baseball nine is called a team, but what the team calls the umpire wouldn't look well in print. 4: 4c 4c Frye : What would you do if your girl's other suitor hap- pened to be a doctor? L. Morris : Eat an apple a day. 24 THE CHIMES Motorist: Take this road to Hingham? Merritt: No, they got one there. « Vinal : What time are you going to the party ? Davy: After the dinner. Vinal : Oh, you'll go after the dinner all right. « Sam was hired to work in a small grocery store. He was told that he was to be there at eight o'clock every morning. The first morning he came at 8:15. The second at 8:30. This kept up for a week. Finally his boss said to him, Sam, what's the matter, I said for you to be here at eight o'clock and you are always late. Why don't you set an alarm clock? Why, I do, replied Sam, only I don't hear the old thing unless I am awake. ♦ « « Pat was serving as a witness on a murder trial. What's your name? asked the judge. Patrick Kelley, Your Honor. Did you see the fatal shot fired ? No, Your Honor, but I heard it. That is not satisfactory evidence. You may go. Pat turned on his heel and when his back was turned toward the judge, he laughed very loudly. Patrick Kelley, thundered the judge, don't you know it's against the rules of this court to laugh aloud like that? Pat turned and asked, Did you see me laugh. Your Honor? No, but I heard you. That is not satisfactory evidence, Your Honor. ♦ 4e 4c Haartz : Why can't we send any more letters to Washing- ton? Morris: I give up. Haartz : Because he is dead. Hyland: How do you get down from an elephant? Panetta: Crawl down. Hyland: You can't get down from an elephant; you get down from a goose. THE CHIMES 25 SATUIT GARAGE CO,, INC. SCITUATE, MASS. Automobile Repairing, a Full Line of Supplies, Tires and Tubes STORAGE BATTERIES Re-Charged and Re-Built Ford Service Station— -Automobiles for Hire Scituate 212-2 Service is the Winning Factor in our Business J. W. Appleton MANN HILL FARM EGYPT Compliments of Pure Milk and Cream Also Pure Holstein Milk for William A. Burton Babies and Children EGYPT, MASS. 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