Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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

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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

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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.