Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES 7 settled on our shoulders. Thousands have written songs and verses about smiling when things go wrong. We all have heard the advice and we know it to be good, yet we seldom follow it. Many preach it but few practice it. It is easier to mope than to be gay when things go wrong, and we usually do. It is hard to square our shoulders, lift up our chins and smile; yet there is no adage better and no one gets far who does not live up to it. There are different ways of getting rid of the blues, different ways appeahng to different people. Book lovers turn to their faithful friends, their well-worn books; many seek to help their fellow-beings; and nearly all find a solace in Nature. Everyone, rich and poor, old and young, has his trouble and his happiness. It is all in Life's game, and those who take their hardships bravely, with lifted chin and smiling Hps, win the reward — happiness and success. The Editorial Staff wishes me to express their thanks to the Alumni who have subscribed to The Chimes. This means much toward the building up of our paper. Class notes are given below: George Murphy, '24, is now working in Boston for the Massachusetts Bond and Insurance Company. Martha Lincoln, '24, is employed in the office of George Keith in East Weymouth. Amy Frye, '24, is training to be a nurse at the Children's Hospital. Helen Jellows, '24, has completed her services at the Scitu- ate Post Office, and is employed by Mr. Yenetchi. Velma Pelrine, '23, has a new position in Boston with the First National Bank. Mary O'Hern, '23, has just completed a course at Bryant and Stratton and is working for the New England Dairy Food Council, Boston. Evelyn Clapp, '22, is working for the United Shoe Machin- ery Company, Boston, Mass. Dorothy Damon, '20, is a stenographer connected with the Library Bureau, Boston, Mass. Grace Waterman, '18, is teaching school in Wellesley, Mass. Annie Wilder, '17, is cost accountant in the Suffolk En- graving Company, Cambridge, Mass. Madolyn Murphy, '14, has returned from California, and is now employed as librarian in Southbridge, Mass. H. L. W. '26

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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

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8 THE CHIMES Lillian MacQuarrie, '14, is now Mrs. Andrew Finnie. Mildred Litchfield, '14, is teaching school in Quincy, Mass. Mrs. Frederic L. Wright, (Miss Marion Cole), '12, is living in Palo Alto, California and has two sons. The son of Laurence Haywood, '12, recently died from the effects of a mastoid. A NIGHT WITH THE TYPEWRITERS IN SCITUATE A typewriter rose in the stilly night and drew closer her cover for warmth, as she crept down the lonely halls. Her teeth chattered in fright, but her woes drove her on. On each stair she paused to search and peer around in the feeble light cast by the moon. Oh, where can they be, she moaned, and moaning crooned this song. 1 search, and I search, and I search in vain, For letters I never may find again. From words misspelled, I'm in such pain My ink has all rushed to my brain. The Remington woke from his sleep with a groan. What is this voice in the night? he cried, and his aged frame shook with fear. Closer he pulled the cover over his head, and drew the bar a little tighter. Can't an old fellow get a little decent rest at night? he muttered. I work hard all day and if my sleep is broken like this, I know that some day I shall go all to pieces. Ah ! — who would care, already I hear them finding fault with the old fellow that has served them so well and so long. My teeth may be a little loose and my frame a bit shaky, but after a good drink of fresh oil, I feel all the courage of a younger fellow and can do my bit with pride. Thus musing he grew wide awake. I'll show them, he whispered. I'm not afraid, and with creaking bones he rose. Come, comrade, said he to the Underwood who slept near him. I can see you are awake also and that your frame trembles with fear. Let us face this spook that roams the old school hall, and protect young Miss Royal here, who seems to have swooned, so pale and still she lies in the moonlight. Why, bust my ribbon! If Miss Woodstock hasn't dis- Barbaea Brown, Alumni Editor. HIGH