Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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 ?

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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

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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