Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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.

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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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THE CHIMES 11 CHARLIE'S ADVENTURE A Bedtime Story Charlie Chirp, a Httle black Cricket, lived with his mother and father and his brothers in a pretty little house on Cricket Lane. Charlie wasn't very popular with the other crickets because he couldn't sing very well. His voice was rather cracked. Charlie really loved to sing ; but every time he tried, the other crickets hopped away so that they wouldn't hear him. One day, snubbed by all the crickets, Charlie decided to take a walk. So he put on his shiny black suit and a nice new shiny hat. He set forth humming softly to himself so that the other crickets wouldn't hear him. He hopped briskly down Cricket Lane ; then turned and hopped along Human's Lane. He knew that he was foolish to do it but, nevertheless, he hopped bravely dow n the lane. He hadn't gone far, when he saw a girl coming his way. Charlie tried to hide, but he was too late. The girl laughed with glee and picked up poor Charlie. She put him in a tiny box that had holes in it, and said in a happy voice: 'There, Mr. Cricket, you're going to visit my biology class. I was trying to think of something to take. Charlie's little heart went pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, as he bounced around in the little box. He felt of his head and discovered that the girl had knocked off his hat when she had picked him up. Charlie began to wonder what his mother would say to him now that he had lost his new hat. The poor little cricket crawled into a corner of the box: and cried softly to himself. All of a sudden he discovered that the top had been taken off the box, and that a group of gi rls were looking at him. Charlie tried to escape but it was im- possible. In a few moments the girl replaced the cover and Charlie began to be bounced around again. In a short time Charlie discovered that the box had stop- ped that constant bouncing and was perfectly still. Charlie peeked out of one of the holes in the box and found that the box had been placed on a long flat place. He wondered where he could be. He tried to push the cover off, but his efforts were fruitless. Failing in his efforts, Charlie settled down in the corner of the box to await fate. He waited. Then he saw the cover of the box slowly being lifted. His chance! Charlie gave a huge jump, and fell into space. Poor Charlie thought he'd never land, but he did, and with such a bang that he almost lost his breath. Charlie, however, lost no time in making his escape. He glanced quickly about him, and in the distance he discovered his native land. Charlie hopped quickly to the door, down the