Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES 17 THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT Let us imagine we are taking a December walk. We shall ask a few people that we meet how they expect to celebrate Christmas. We see a young lady approaching, clad in furs and dressed in the latest style. Her name is Miss Selfishness. We ask her how she plans to celebrate Christmas. She answers, '0h, I am having an awful time trying to buy pretty presents for my friends and to spend very little money. I have loads of friends that will give me just lovely presents, and I must give them something in return, but I must save money enough to bi7y a new set of furs that will cost $200.00. The next person we meet is Greedy. He is dressed in nice clothes, but they are rather soiled. Let us ask him what he plans to do for Christmas. He replies joyfully, Oh boy, I am going to have turkey, potatoes, celery, cranberry sauce, turnip, squash, and after that all the candy and nuts I want. Now isn't that a good way to celebrate Christmas! Here comes old Mr. Grouch down the street. How are you planning to celebrate the Holiday, Mr. Grouch? we ask. Holiday, what holiday? The world never did me any good. I shan't pay it back with presents. Let us pass on. He is too much like his name. The next man we meet is plodding along rather dreamily as though he is thinking of something very important. What can it be? His name is Mr. Moneymad. In answer to our question of how he is expecting to celebrate Christmas, he answers, Don't bother me. I am too busy thinking of how to support my family. Christmas means nothing to me exceDt that I can't work and so I shall lose one day's pay. The next peoDle we meet are two little children, the boy carrying a small box in his hand and acting as though it were the mo t precious thing in the world. Perhaps it is. Let us ask them. They answer our question happily, Oh, w have just been to the village and bought Mama a lovely bottle of perfume, and it cost ten cents. We have been sav- ing up for a long time. The Christmas spirit of these little children reminds me of the following: The real Christmas spirit is not seen of men, nor is it found by searching the thronging highways. It abides in the heart, and many there are who never have its presence. The true Christmas spirit is love, a love that makes you wish you were to see others as well as yourself happy and merry on Christmas Day, a love that makes you willing to share with others some of your own joy and gifts, a love that makes you unselfish and makes you feel it is more blessed to give than to receive. Nellie Mitchell, '29. SCITUATE. mss.

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16 THE CHIMES filled his ears. Here and there a small opening between the logs permitted h 'm to climb down, down, ever down until he reached the very lowest log and lighted his fuse. He placed the explosive as far out from the bridge as possible in the very heart of the jam. Diving as deep y as he could into the icy water, he swam away as fast as his numbed limb - wouM carry him. With a terrific explosion the jam was lifted far up into the air. And up, far above the bridge amid logs ard ice, a boy flew as if on wings, a bravely smiling boy, still smil- ing when they tenderly lifted his mangled body from the cruel waters. He had at last started out on the greatest ad- venture of all, and if you should travel to that little northern town today you would ee a bronze tablet on the bridge, com - memorating his brave deed, — and never a wo' d of th- ''shift- less good-for-nothing. Hazel G. Eaton, '26. LIFE'S PATHWAY Standing tonight at my window, Gazing out over the sea, I wonder what Life's Pathway Holds in store for me. If the Angel of Death should call me, My dreams will fade with the n ght. And tomorrow I'll be with my Creator, In the land of the Holy Light. If the summons I could not answer, And if I should live on for years, I wonder if God's Pathway, Will hold for me sorrows and tears. Perhaps a silver lining, May appear through clouds of grey, And who knows what happiness, May come to me some day. Claire McDermott, '26. DAWN Water lapping on the shore. Far in the east a faint, faint light The light grows stronger, and across The wave-capped water Comes the first light of dawn. Before this ever-growing light The shore is transformed; Then, above the horizon, Appear the first rays of the morning sun. Night is gone, dawn has come Bringing with it sunshine and joy. Wherity, '26.

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18 THE CHIMES MORN The wind arose one cool, clear night; It lifted my spirit to the restless stars, Exalted it in unshaped dreams. My soul was moved among these mysteries As I stood meekly gazing In a rhapsody of silence. My tranquil calm continued, — The moon smiled as I gazed at the countless stars Slowly twinkling away a prelude To the dawning of a new day, A promise from God to all. The fulfillment of his presence. H. Alexander, '26. CAMPING OUT A group of boys in the last days of autumn had gathered around the open fire in their shack, as they called it, to dis- cuss the possibilities of camping out. Well, said Jack, one of the leaders, I think it would be great fun. Kids are always camping out in the summer, but I never heard of any one camping out in the fall. The idea of being scared. To hear my mother talk, anybody'd think we were babies. Anyhow, if any of the rest of you fellows get scared, I shall stay there anyway. My mother and father said I could if I wanted to, but they said they would expect me back, as soon as it began to get dark, said Billy, another of the brave pioneers. These boys had formed a sort of club, named The Explor- ers, and they had decided that the proper thing for such brave fellows as they were to do was to camp out of doors around a camp fire for at least one night. They had arranged a system by which each boy had to stand watch for one hour of the night, for in spite of their fathers' joking and scoffing at their expense, they thought there might be a possibility of wild animals, and of course they must be on the safe side. Besides, it was altogether more realistic to them to have a night watch as they called it. Well, said Red, who had been elected leader of The Ex- plorers, let's put the matter to a vote. All those who are in favor, and whose mothers and fathers have given their consent say, 'Aye.' Aye ! shouted all the boys in unison. I tell you what! cried Teddy excitedly. I've got just the thing. Why didn't I think of it before? What are you talking about? asked Jack impatiently. Go ahead ! Break the news !