Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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

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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.

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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