Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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?

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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

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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.