Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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

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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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6 THE CHIMES the rapids of Pride and Ambition, and Mr. Gutter will wel- come us when we reach old age in the city of Failures. So why should we worry ; it is a merry life, no lessons, no jobs, no bosses, no nothing. Want to come? H. Eaton, '26 IMAGINATION Imagination is defined as the picturing power or act of the mind. How wonderful is imagination ! It will take us to any land in which we wish to delve and also to lands that no one else knows of but ourselves. The person who is without imag- ination has surely never lived. Imagination is a great play fellow. To sit among a large gathering of people, in the South Station for instance, and watch the crowds of people that go hurrying along, gives the imagination interesting subjects upon which to dwell. Immediately various questions pop into the mind. Where do all these people come from? Where are they going? Who are they? How do they live? Unconsciously we find ourselves putting those who are the most striking into homes. The ragged little urchin we can picture in some dark alley way in the city. The stately woman we think of as presiding over the tea table. We can put these people in their settings very easily. How do we do it? We judge first by clothes and secondly by faces. People's clothes give a clue as to their knowledge of how to dress appro- priately and becomingly. Clothes also give a clue as to whether a person is rich or poor. Some people are attired in the most gaudy of colors, others tend strictly to only one, while still others hit the happy medium. A person's face gives an im- pression of his attitude towards life in general. As we watch the crowds, we see faces that look happy and smiling, faces furrowed by anxiety and care, and faces that seem as if they would never smile. These features furnish the foundation, and imagination paints the rest. Isn't imagination a wonderful thing? Could you imagine being without it? Bessie Monahon, '26. GREY DAYS Grey days come to everyone. There are times when it seems as if everything had gone wrong, as if all our friends had left us, and as if all our hard work had amounted to nothing; and our hopes and ambitions seem far from being realized. We all get grouchy, and wish to crawl into a comer and mope. Or if we are compelled to go about our work, we do it with long faces as if all the trouble in the world had