Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES 9 during the winter. You see, she explained in a shghtly husky voice, Vm going to miss my dull little town very much. I didn't know I loved it so until I thought of going away for good. How I ever found it dull, I don't know! Why there are millions of things to do. Say — Bob, let's go in swimming ! Race you to the beach! Velma Damon, '28. SETTING A GOAL There are a great many men who are very poor and start with mere nothing, but by hard work and great energy, make a mark for themselves. One man who is now president of a college in Bowling Green, Kentucky, must have set his goal when a small boy as he is now only twenty-three years of age. He tells of a time when he applied for a position, and the man said, ''Come back in five years and I will give you the job. The young- man replied, 'T should not want the job then. I should want something better by that time. The man changed his mind and gave him the position. Another man started his remarkable career with only a twenty-five cent bag of apples. He graduated from the ranks of push-cart peddlers to become one of the greatest fruit and vegetable merchants of the world. It w ell might be said of him that he hitched his push-cart to a star. The average person knows if he is to accomplish much of anything, he will have to do it practically by main force. While the average person is traveling, perhaps the brilliant one is sitting back thinking he might get there by some short- cut, but there are not many short cuts in a business field. A business man once made this remark to his grandson, Never fly higher than you can roost. For it is a fact, he said, ''you can't sit pretty unless you sit tight. If every one would set his goal when he was young, it would help him in every respect. Mildred Young, '30. AUTUMN A mellow haze on the hillside, A sun-tipped glow on the brook, A flood of russet color In every cranny and nook. A splash of glowing sumac. Fleecy clouds in the sky, A splendor of purple asters, And wild geese flying by. Priscilla Cole, '28.

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8 THE CHIMES she felt an arm go around her neck and turning, she looked into the smiling eyes of Bobby. Don't cry, silly,'' she said. 'That was done really to catch you. Mr. Brown wanted to get you into the picture but didn't dare ask you for fear your grandmother might object. You fell into the trap easily, my dear, she laughed. Mr. Brown wanted me in the picture? repeated Paula con- fusedly. Yes, goosie, and we want you to be in the rest of the pic- ture to take the part of my sister. Do you think your grand- mother would object? I believe she could be coaxed, replied Paula. But I don't see why you should want me. Well, began Bobby, to make a long story short, Mr. Brown saw you down on the beach in your bathing suit, and thinking you resembled me, he decided to come down here and screen part of the picture. He w anted some one to take the part of my sister but couldn't find any one he liked until he saw you. Do you suppose you can come back to New York with me and stay until the picture is over? Why, I'm sure Grandmother wouldn't object after she knew the whole of it. If you add your persuasion to my plea, I know she will consent and I — why I don't know what to say. Don't say anything, advised Bobby, but get dressed and come down to breakfast. To Paula's surprise her grandmother consented right away to the plan. Why, she wrote to Millie two weeks later, why I could call this place dull! I've been on the jump w ith Bobby ever since she came. When I haven't been w orking, I've been show- ing the town off . Working! Doesn't that sound grand? But to think — I'm in the movies ! Put that in capital letters if you wish ; I'd like to ! Wait until you see the picture. It's going to be released soon. I'm going to New York with Bobby in three days. She's a year older than I, but she missed a class so she's a senior, too. We're going to have private tutoring and everything. But the best part of it is I'm earning money and don't have to be dependent upon Grandmother. I'm so glad I didn't go to the mountains with you becouse if I had, I wouldn't have had this chance. I'll write you when I reach New York. Thus Paula finished her summer career. Bobby fell in love with the little, old-fashioned town cuddled up near the ocean. Without letting Paula know, she wrote her mother, and between 'her and Paula's grandmother, she bought the plot of ground next to the hotel and began preparations for a summer home. Paula wondered who was beginning the magnificent house, and was completely surprised when Bobby broke the news. Oh, that will be wonderful ! she said. We can come down

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10 THE CHIMES THE WAY OF LIFE The flakes of snow were slowly filtering down from above. The whole city was bathed in an orange hue from the rising moon. Here and there a street light reflected and flashed on the icy pavement. Perhaps the grandest spectacle of all was the huge Palace Theatre. Across the front in brilliantly lighted letters shone 'Suzanne. The lobby was crowded by admirers seeking ad- mittance. Women in jewels and furs, leaning on the arms of their escorts, and people not as well dressed comprised ''Su- zanne's admirers. Behind the huge sparkling and swaying curtain was the most interesting scene of all. The back-stage w as divided into numerous dressing rooms. The largest and most notice- able of all was the room occupied by the smiling little French actress. Seated on a high stool before a huge mirror and sur- rounded by flowers, the little actress was undergoing distinct changes for the better. Her hair, a straight French bob, was being sleeked down by the deft fingers of one girl; while an- other arranged her dress. She sat with her elbows on her knees and her chin resting on her palms, and gravely watched the procedure of making up. When the orchestra struck up a gay march she hurriedly prepared to go onto the stage. A little laugh, and she had disappeared from the wings in a flurry of color. The admiring audience greeted her, and she bowed pertly and flashed them one of her w ell known smiles. Her dancing and singing was strictly Parisian. She was applauded over- generously, and her exit was made amidst a shower of flowers. She was encored again and again. Finally she entered her dressing room, tears in her eyes. When interviewed by a reporter from a well known news- paper, she said in her broken English that she loved the aud- iences ''Americaine. The morning papers were full of ac- counts of Suzanne's first performance in the city. The crowds had gone wild over her — the city claimed her as their own Several years later in a dark, cold, poorly-furnished room a fever-racked form tossed on a bed. The lovely little face was thin and tired-looking. A young girl was her only attendant. She moved quietly about the room, now and then soothing the patient. Yes, it was Suzanne, surrounded by all these proofs of poverty. Now in her illness and need her admiring audiences had forgotten her very existence. They had ac- claimed a new idol to shower with their admirations. Such is the way of Life. Katrine Schuyler, '27.