Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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6 THE CHIMES LITERARY THE RISING STAR ''Oh, if something would only happen, sighed Paula Grey. She was sitting on the front porch of her grandmother's hotel, the Sea-Side Inn. '1 never saw such a crazy place. Not a thing happening all day long. If it hadn't been for Grand- mother's fussiness, I might have been in the mountains with Millie having a wonderful time. Paula's lip quivered in self- pity. ''Mail for you, called a cheery voice from the step. Paula jumped up, dashing tears from her eyes. This is the first mail that has come this week, she cried, and today is Wednesday. Oh, Uncle Ted, she asked, did you ever see such a dull time? The old man's face grew thoughtful. Well, he said, you see I've lived here all my life, so I don't mind it much. But I suppose it's different for you, coming here to live away from the city. I suppose you miss the bustle and the excitement, he said. Miss it! exclaimed Paula, as she took the mail and en- tered the house. Only one letter for me, she thought, won- der who the other is from. That's for Grandma; looks kind of important and interesting. She tossed the letters into her grandmother's lap and stroll- ed into the garden to read the letter from her chum. Paula, deeply interested in Millie's account of the mountain camp, was startled to hear her grandmother's petty voice calling her. Impatiently she jammed the letter into her pocket and ran into the house. Paula, began her grandmother, you must prepare the four east bedrooms right away. The four — , began Paula. Yes, interrupted her grandmother. Mr. John Brown — whoever that may be, he says he's a movie director — is com- ing here sometime today with his leading lady and the rest of the paraphernalia. He says something about taking the his- torical points of interest around here. But come, you must get the rooms fixed. I'll ring for Marie and Hannah to help you. Paula's eyes were shining. A real movie director coming here to screen the town. A real movie director — John Brown, of all people! She knew all about him. Hadn't she seen his latest picture, Bubbling Oyer, starring Roberta LaSalle. And to think she was coming here to stay ! Paula ran from the room and upstairs. At two that afternoon the door-bell rang. Paula ran and

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THE CHIMES 5 ''Everyone cannot afford to live in wonderful houses with wonderful surroundings; but neatness and cleanliness cost little. 'Hitch your wagon to a star' and make your town better than the best. Co-operation is the foundation upon which improvement rests. The answer to all questions of how we may improve our town is co-operation. Come on ! Let's all co-operate and make Scituate really and truly The Gem of the South Shore.' SCHOOL SPIRIT When the air becomes cool and tingling and crisp, and the leaves are turning color, and the football team is called out for practice, — then the old school spirit turns over in its grave and comes to life. The first game of the season that the team wins settles all doubt, and welds the spirit together with a grip which cannot be broken. From then on till the last game the old school spirit is there. The rooters roar themselves hoarse, and the team settles its nose into the mud and holds. After holding until it is ready to drop, it has to push. Then comes the time when the spirit slaps each man on the back and says, Come on, old man ; push a little bit. Remem- ber the other team is just as tired as you are. The team takes a long, deep breath and jams the cleats down into the muck and fights. Every inch gained gives it more strength. Then the rooter goes crazy — and who can blame him,, with the team down there in the mud fighting for every inch and slowly gaining — and all because of that indefinable some- thing, called School Spirit. Sturgis Evans, '27. THE VALUE OF COMPETITION Did you ever stop to think of w hat competition — I mean honest competition, — does for us and to us? We may naturally be slow, lazy, unambitious, but introduce the element of competition and im,mediately our plodding selves wake up. We are no longer plodding, we are ardently striving. In our effort to out-do, to overcome the other fellow, we con- centrate our minds, our forces, grasp after progressive ideas and fairly plow ahead to more efficient accomplishment. Isn't it true, therefore, that competition adds the necessary in- centive, inspiration, and energy to any kind of work? Competition is really a race to see who can do a little better, achieve a result a little more nearly ideal than the other fellow. Lydia Stearns, '26.

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THE CHIMES 7 opened the door. That tall, striking-looking man must be Mr. Brown. ''Come in, sir, she said shyly. And then — right behind him was the prettiest girl Paula had ever seen. And it was — it must be Roberta LaSalle, the leading lady. John Brown introduced himself and the three other people with him to Paula and her grandmother. ''The rest of the bunch are up on the hill camping,'' he ex- plained briefly. They preferred the open to staying at a hotel, however charming it might be. I'm sure we're going to be fast friends before I leave, said Roberta LaSalle. Now if you will show me where my room is, — because I'm very tired, and she slipped her hand into Paula's. Paula found that the movie star joined in all kinds of sports but swimming. It may seem funny to you, she said, but I never have been to the seashore but once before in my life. Paula's eyes were very big. Why, she had been able to swim ever since she was six years old. If she couldn't swim, she would think she was losing half the joy of life. When she left the room, she was calling Miss LaSalle Bobby, and to the famous girl star of movie-land she was already PauHe. The next morning Paula got up about six o'clock for her morning dip. In her red bathing suit she was a sight for weary eyes. She ran happily down to the beach. I want to get back before Bobby gets up, she thought. Poor child, she can't swim ! Why I must teach her ; she's losing half the fun of life. She stopped short by the dock and drew on her red cap. Her eyes swept the water and then she paled. There was the girl star of the movies way out beyond the float. Yes ! It must be she. But what in the world is she doing without a cap? thought Paula. Then she heard a shout for help. Paula thought only of her new friend. She dived into the water and with a few strong, swift strokes reached the girl and began swimming toward the float. She sat on the float breathing quickly. Suddenly she felt Bobby's eyes on her with amazement in their clear depths. She glanced up and for the first time noticed the whole group of movie people on the rock opposite her. Suddenly the realization came to her that she must have broken into the screening of a picture. Her face grew rosy with pain and surprise. Then she slipped from the float into the water and swam toward the shore. Not heeding the cries of Wait, Paula, she ran into the house and up into her tiny room. What would they think of her ! Brainless idiot ; she thought. She threw herself onto the bed and began to cry. Presently