Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES 25 JOfC Paul Quinn: ''What is that I smell? Delly Rice: ''Fertilizer. Quinn : For the land's sake. Eill J.: Heard the new waiter song? Davy: No. What is it? Bill : Show me the waiter go home. Delly : A Jewish lady took me for Doug Fairbanks today. Whitt: Howzat? Delly: I gave her my seat in the car and she said, 'Don Q.' (Thank you.) Mr. Gillespie: Dwight, how would you measure the dis- tance from the earth to the sun? Dwight : With a speedometer. Short : Cal has a trick car. Chase : You don't say. Short : Ya, it plays dead in the most inconvenient places. Glea : Have you heard the new asthma song? Ruth: No. Glea : Yes, sir, asthma baby. That's a new one on me, said the monkey as he scratched his head. Sturgy: Do you know Felix? Mai M.: Felix who? Sturgy: Felix Cited. Bill J. : I bought a dog last night and paid S500 for him. He is part police and part bull. Grunt : What part was bull ? Bill : The part I paid S500 for. Motorcycle cop: What's your name? Kenny: Roger. What's yours? Haartz: What is it a sign of, when your nose itches? Prouty: Company is coming. Haartz : What if your head itches? Prouty: Company has arrived. I am not the cake eater I used to be, said Grandpa as he refused his fifth slice.

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24 THE CHIMES BASKET BALL NOTES When basket ball practice was begun, the out-of-door court vas used only for a short time. Now the girls are practising on the inside court. Only two girls are left from last year's team, Ethel Stonefield and Glea Cole, but some very promising players are getting into shape and it is hoped that the team will do as good work as last year's team. Miriam Tilden was re-elected manager and is planning her schedule. Glea Cole, '27. BOYS' ATHLETICS Owing to the expense of the project, football was not taken up in the school this fall. Track, however, took an important place in the fall activ- ities. Early in the year under the direction of the coach, Mr. Riley, a group of about twenty-five boys were on the track almost every day. High jumping, broad jumping and run- ning featured the practices. The boys on the squad are look- ing forward to an all-high-school meet to be held in June. The first call for candidates for basket ball practice w as answered by about thirty students who came to the first practice. After about a week of practising the squad was cut to ten men. Those retained on the squad are as follows : Captain Quinn, Jenkins, Stanley, Whitaker, Stewart, Short, Stone Merritt, Chase and Prouty. There are many of last year's men on the squad and a good season is expected. Last year's baseball results were as follows: Scituate 20 Marshfield 1 Scituate 5 Duxbury 8 Scituate 2 Kingston 0 Scituate 4 Norwell 6 Scituate 13 Cohasset 2 Scituate 17 Marshfield 0 Scituate 5 Kingston 7 Scituate 2 Norwell 5 Scituate 3 Hanover 4 Scituate 13 Duxbury 7 Scituate 8 Hanover -9 Scituate 15 Cohasset 9 A new coach, Robert F. Riley, a graduate of Clark Univers- ity, was greeted by the students this year. We wish Mr. Riley the best of success in all his undertakings. The Athletic Association has not been organized as yet this year. However, it is expected that before the Chimes is issued, the organization will be completed. John Stewart, '29.

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26 THE CHIMES Quinn, singing: Women mean nothing to me. Bong, playing trombone: ''Blah! If William Jenkins went out riding in his Ford and ran out of gas and was forced to push it to school, could you say the Ford was moved by Will power? Miss Howe: What is cold boiled ham? Glea: Oh! Just ham boiled in cold water. Pinkey : How is the shoe business? Jack Burke : It is very trying off and on. Mitchell : Gosh, you're dumb. Why don't you get an en- cylopedia? Smith : 'The pedals hurt my feet. Stanley: I'd like to buy a diamond necklace for my steady. Floor walker: Glass ware in Aisle 13. Miriam : A great poet met an ironical fate the ot her day. Grace: How? Miriam: He starved to death with a volume of Bacon in his hand. Mr. Gillespie: This is the third time you have looked at Smith's paper. Young: Yes, sir, he doesn't write very plainly. OLD TINSIDES Ay, tear her battered fenders off! Long have they rattled loud, And many an eye has glanced to see Her groan beneath a crowd. Beneath her hood the engine knocked, Of lights she had but one. Her tires w ere worn out long ago, Her exhaust was like a gun. Her sides were covered with wise remarks, And collegiate pictures galore ; Her top was torn and ripped to shreds. No boards were on the floor. No more shall we see that old antique Come rattling down the road, — The harpies of the junkpile Have added her to their load. Frank Whittaker, '27.