Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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.

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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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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