Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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

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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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12 THE CHIMES steps, and into the green grass. Oh ! how good it seemed to be in the grass once more! He looked back and saw the girl who had captured him come running dow n the steps. Charlie began to hop as fast as he could, and as he hopped, he discovered that he was on Hu- man's Lane. Just ahead was beloved Cricket Lane. He gained the lane and ran right into a worried group of crickets. Poor Charlie was so tired that he just fainted into the arms of the old crickets that came to meet him. That night there was great rejoicing in Cricket Village because Charlie had returned from a Human Capture. The crickets no more laughed at Charlie's singing, but acclaimed him their hero because he was the bravest in the community. Katherine Somers, '27. WHAT NEXT? A little less than a score of years ago an automobile ride was an adventure, undertaken with thrills and peril. And why not? Did they not go clanking and bumping along at the tremendous rate of fifteen miles an hour when some in- trepid driver, clad in goggles and monstrous ulster, with no regard for the consequences or his hereafter, ''kept it wide open for a while. This appalling rate of speed was always sure to overheat the engine or break something after a mile or so. It was in no spirit of fun then, that some one conceived the slogan, ''Get out and get under. To change a tire meant that the trip was spoiled, for it took from two to three hours to change the tire or to strap a clumsy blow-out patch on and proceed. Today on the speedways of America a tire change is made in twelve seconds, for in a race of this kind every second is precious. It stands to reason then, that to avoid tire changes, tires will be made that will last throughout this terrific grind- ing of over one hundred and thirty-six miles per hour. Then again to stand this grind there must be fewer working parts CO wear or get loose in the race. The engine that is used today in most cars is of the four cycle type ; that is, there are four strokes to each revolution : namely, intake, compression, force and exhaust. There is now being perfected a new type of engine, a two-cycle engine ; combining two strokes into one; thus while firing, it is also drawing in gas vapor for the next explosion. On the up stroke it exhausts while it is compressing the gas that was taken in in the last stroke. This type of engine will cut in half the number of times working parts will 'have to function, thereby creating a new field of speed that is possible because of the lessened probability of valve breakage, one of the most frequent of racing car troubles. It is hard to comprehend the