Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 46 of the 1928 volume:

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WELCH COMPANY Good Building Materials QUICK SERVICE AND FAIR PRICES Patronize Chimes Advertisers SCITUATE TOWN LIBRARY 3 1644 00269 8437 THE CHIMES Compliments of WALTER HAYNES Patronize Chimes Advertisers THE CHIMES Northeastern University DAY DIVISION THE SCHOOL OF ENGINEERING In co-operation with engineering firms, offers four year curriculums leading to the Bachelor's degree in the following branches of engineer- ing: Civil Engineering Electrical Engineering Chemical Engineering Industrial Engineering Mechanical Engineering THE SCHOOL OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION Co-operating with business firms, offers four year collegiate courses leading to the Bachelor's degree of Business Administration in Business Management or in Accounting Finance The Co-operative Plan of training enables the student to combine theory with practice and makes it possible for him to earn his tuition and a part of his other school expenses. For catalog or any further information write to: NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY MILTON J. SCHLAGENHAUF, Director of Admissions Boston, Massachusetts Five year programs on co-operative plan on and after September 5, 1929. Patronize Chimes Advertisers THI CHIHiS Vol. 5 June, 1928 No. 2 Member of Published by the Students of the Scituate High School, Scituate, Massachusetts. EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief Sara Baker Assistant Editors i J John Stewart Literary Editors Velma Damon Margaret Short Business Manager Priscilla Cole Assistant Business Manager Audrey Bartington Athletic Editors Gretchen Schuyler Atmetic n aitors Ernest Dillon Art Editor Gertrude Wherity Alumni Editor Katherine Somers Dramatic Editor Josephine Welch E-chano-P Editors S NELLIE MITCHELL jL..cnange Lditors Barbara Coleman Joke Editor , John Young Harriet Pepper, '28 Class Editors Ruth Dwyer, '29 Gerald Delay, '30 lRuth Damon, '31 The editorial board of The Chimes wish to extend to the other members of the school their heartiest thanks for the cooperation received by them during the campaign for the material to be published in The Chimes. Please do not neglect to keep up your good work when it is time for the next issue. To those who patronize our advertising department, we also extend our heartiest thanks for their cooperation, which enables us to continue the publication of our school paper. John Stewart, '29. 4 THE CHIMES PROGRESS Barbara Colman, '29 In the mad race of life today we moderns rarely stop to check up on where we are going and what's going to happen when we get there. Are we making progress with all this forging on and slipping and running away again? Are we? Theoretically, I suppose, there is no progress except as in relation to other things. Doesn't that apply to us, to life, to the world? Progress is getting ahead of the other fellow, outdistancing him, outdistancing ourselves. We want to be in front of the other fellow on the ladder, step on his fingers as he grasps the rungs in his precarious situation, crush his fingers as others are crushing ours. We've got to get on. We want this — that. The other fellow's got it and why shouldn't we have it? But that kind of pro gress doesn't count so much. It's fruitless. We run down, slow up, vitality snaps, tired brains fail and we die. But — outdistancing ourselves — outdistanc- ing our own progress, stepping on the fingers of all our old selves that mark the trail we have made on our way up, — that's what counts. Improvement, progress, and the way ahead. It's like chipping off bit after bit of rock and working ahead in a dark mine shaft, like pushing on in the fog with only a dark, indistinct, and contrary or meandering path on which to tread, — a path that sways and moves. We have to liold it down with our own steps, turn it the straight way, the way that leads on, — and the other fellow's feet can't do it for us! But there's a beacon through all the chaos. And it shines, oh, how clearly and steadily it shines if only we can see it. It is hope and love, comradeship and fraternity. Progress isn't easy. It means self-denial and bitterness that we must quell when we can't see why we must do this — the everlasting tvhy of things ; it's so hard to blindly trust — and it THE CHIMES 5 means stopping to help a friend that's down and caught in the quagmires. In fellowship we forget ourselves, become unsel- fish and lend a hand. Perhaps you think our own progress then is stationary when we hurt ourselves to raise the other man if the desire comes purely from our hearts, but no, it ad- vances us far, far ahead in the Master's path. Progress — I seem as I look back, to have wandered here and there and but lightly hit my subject. But then, how far one can wander in the infiniteness of it all, too great for our pigmy, human minds to understand — Progress ! WHY I SHOULD VALUE MY EDUCATION Audrey Bartington, '29 To the first grader school seems a wonderful place. It is almost like going to a party for the first two weeks. But as he gradually grows up and is in the seventh or eighth grade he begins to get a little tired of it. There are hard home lessons now, and weighty subjects to dig into. ''Gee, I'd rather go out and play baseball than study this stuff. I have often heard some young people say this. Sometimes I almost give up when a hard French test or any other kind of test is going to be given to me. But for a word from Mother or Dad I believe I should despise that insti- tution known as school. When I really come to see how need- ful my education is to me, I try to start all over again and work twice as hard. I heard a speaker the other evening talk about the eager- ness of the young people in the Tennessee mountains to learn. Even though they are nineteen and twenty and only in the first grade, their whole aim is to gain knowledge. When I hear this said about those young folks who have not half so many opportunities as I, it makes me feel ashamed of myself. I must have education to fit me for life's problems. In high school especially, we are left to look out for ourselves. Teachers do not chase us around to complete certain assign- ments as was the custom in grammar school. Rather, w e have that new responsibility of looking after ourselves, see- ing that our work is in on time, and of the best that we can make it. This responsibility is one of the first steps in train- ing us for work after we have graduated from school. If we are careful and do the best we can now, we are more likely to succeed later on. I should make use of my opportunities right now; for as Abraham Lincoln said, I shall study and get ready and maybe my chance will come. 6 THE CHIMES CALAMITY JANE Sara Baker, '28 ''Calamity Jane ! The very name suggests her. There is a ''Calamity Jane in every group or community, every large or small city, every town or hamlet in the United States, and wherever the human race exists, for that matter. There is a name applied to her, or him, (probably the male 'of the species would be called Calamity John ) by the non- slang speaking people (such as English teachers) which means the same thing, but which does away with that bug- aboo of the English language — slang. Here are examples of the type: In school, if anyone has a new dress, and is showing it off before admiring classmates, this person will come along with a gloomy, forbidding look on her face, and immediately find something the matter with it. It is either too long or too short, it hangs unevenly, the neck is too high or too low, it is unsuitable for school or for the time of year. If nothing else can be criticized, the color or style can always be very unbecoming. In the community, if a new club house has been erected, this person will come along when a group of people are ad- miring the new structure and the surrounding grounds, and will find fault with the position of the building, the color of the paint, the way in which the trees and shrubs have been set out, or the unsuitability of such a building in the com- munity. It is the same everywhere, no matter what the conditions are. There is always someone to put the kibosh on every finished product of any sort. Notice that phrase finished product. Do you think that this morose person would deign to offer a single helpful suggestion of any kind while plans are being made? Not much! He is sure to wait until every- thing is completed, all details have been carefully carried out, and there is no chance to go back and do it over again. That is his chance! Then is the time when he will step forward with his so-called helpful suggestions! Have you a Calamity Jane or John in your home or community? Or worse still, are you one yourself? Think it over; — if you are, make plans for future improvement, and turn yourself into a Sunny Jane or Jim ! ADIEU Herbert Dwyer, '30 The fur-lined leather jacket put on, the goggles adjusted, the looking-over of the motor, propellor and wing struts, the getting safely seated in the small cockpit, the starting of the powerful motor, the fixing of the joy-stick securely betw een THE CHIMES 7 the knees, the momentary sensation of emptiness as the plane rises, the adjusting of the tail rudder as the plane reaches the desired altitude, the adjusting of the right speed, the seeing of the heavy cloud bank after about fifty miles of flying, the sudden plunging of the ship into that cloud, the rocking around of the plane by the storm, the soggy rain, the vivid bars of lightning, the awe-inspiring bolts of thunder, the clogged feed-line, the deadening motor, the volplaning downward to the hidden earth, the final terrific flash of light- ning seeming to display the whole hideous truth of the use- lessness of the airplane, the tail spin, the sickening crash, — and the death of a brave and intrepid aviator. , ALL ARE ARCHITECTS OF FATE Velma Damon, '28 For the structures that we raise, Time is with materials filled ; Our todays and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. As I read over the above lines, I wonder if people would build their ''todays and yesterdays the way they do if they would stop and realize that they are building the whole foun- dation of their lives. The bad habits we form today strengthen with tomorrow, and thus we go — from day to day, year to year, perhaps held back from our highest aim by that one bad habit. What a dif- ferent world this would be were we to realize that good habits are just as easy to form as bad ones — and they are much more useful ! When we enter high school, it is to train for our life's work. Everything we do at this time is going to follow us through our life. Bad habits formed at this tim.e will not build a strong and sure foundation on which to build our life's work; will they? Another thing — people of the world often base their opinion on first impressions. Someone who might be a great help to us during our battle with life may get the impression when first meeting us, that we are untidy, careless, and illiter- ate. No matter what we may do to dispel this idea, he will never forget that first impression. If all high school pupils adopted the last verse of Long- fellow's poem as their motto, there would be many more contented people in the world. ''Build today then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base, And ascending and secure Shall tomorrow find its place. 8 . THE CHIMES EVERY DAY Ruth Dwyer, '29 Everyday . . . As we sit in school doing our sometimes tiresome lessons, do we often realize that each day is one more checked off on our calendar of life? Or as we sit waiting anxiously for three o'clock to come, do we realize that that day is a thing of the past, that we shall never again live through it, and that v. e have one less day to live? I wonder! No, I think we look at the passing of a day as another day of trouble and trial gone by. Instead of this attitude, we should try to use every minute of that time accomplishing [Something which will be of a lasting value to us. We should not waste a moment, for tomorrow may never come. None of us know how long we shall be given the opportunity to enjoy these days ; so why waste them? Think how tediously men like Edison have worked each day in order to accomplish the almost impossible. Some of us wait for the day to end and leave all our tire- some tasks for tomorrow or ''another day . Remember the proverb, ''Don't wait until tomorrow to do the things you could do today, for He who hesitates is lost. SUCCESS Phylis Hyland, '29 Success is one of the promised goals of mankind. Every- one in the world can not be successful. There must be people who fail as well as people who can climb the ladder of suc- cess with much ease. Success can only be obtained by hard work on the part of the individual. The persons who fail think their failures are due to some ill-luck, which seems to surround them. They think the successful people of the world have a mascot of Good Luck guiding them through the ins and outs on the road to success. This thought misleads these people, and is like a barrier, which keeps them from being successful. This class of people cannot be made to realize that success can only be attained by hard work, which is success' right -hand man . A few people, however hard they may try, will not be suc- cessful. But this is not because of the lack of effort on their part. It is their course. There are others who weaken as hard work confronts them. These may be classed as flat failures . Satisfied with themselves, they are willing to remain so. Lindbergh is the success of the present day, and a figure of perfect manhood. How did he attain his success? Not by words without action, but with unknown courage and the hardest of work, physically and mentally. THE CHIMES 9 You have often heard it said that success is the cause of self-possessed vanity. This is not true because in order to ain success, one must work hard. Hard work takes one down from his ''perch , and shows him his weak points. There is no better remedy for vanity than hard work, the pilot of success. DRIFTWOOD Dorothy MacDonald, '31 There is a storm on the sea. The waves are mammoth as they come rolling along, stand up, and then burst in all their fury. Far away in the distance one can see brown specks. They are bobbing up and down, first going to the right, then to the left. As they come closer to shore, one can see they are pieces of wood. When the waves burst upon the shore, they are washed up only to be sucked down by the sea again and again. Although they seem helpless, they are like people who have no goal. Some people are like them in many respects. Many human beings live by others' wits. They do things be- cause others do. They are influenced by people who they think should influence them. They just drift, going the way people push them. In other words, they are just driftwood. EDITORIAL BOARD 10 THE CHIMES AUDACITY AND THE LEMON-YELLOW LIMOUSINE Nellie Mitchell, '29 Tat was born in the slums. Her chief occupation all dur- ing her childhood was adding another 'brat to the streets for the motorists to ''bawl out. She was invariably dirty and ragged, but however dirty and however ragged, there was, unlike the other children of her acquaintance, a strain, and a very deep strain too, of decency in her makeup. Pat, used to the darkness and filth of these dirty streets, came to regard yellow as absotively posolutely the most beautiful color in the world ; for yellow signified su nshine and in poor Pat's life there had been little of either. Now, Pat finally grew up, as all children do, and became decidedly clever. Above all, Pat was noted for her audacity. Her chief aim in life was to get what she wanted, and she hadn't yet met with anyone or anything that could stop her. One day as she was walking down the alley not far from her home, she saw approaching a lemon-yellow limousine. Her dream of beauty was realized; this was the long-sought- for ''lemon-yellow limousine ! For a minute she was awe- stricken. Then in place of awe, audacity reigned. She thrust her fingers within her mouth in that manner peculiar to many young street gamins, and blew. The limousine stopped short so ouickly that Pat had hardly time to catch her breath. The chauffeur leaned out and looked around for a cop . Then he spied Pat coming toward the machine. He opened his mouth to sioeak, but Pat's one glance made him close it abruptly. The lady in the back of this dream car saw the girl and motioned for her to get in. She asked Pat where the policeman was. Pat reDlied with Washington-like hon- esty, Oh, that was only me ! You? replied the lady stupefied. Sure, me, Pat returned with a broad grin. THE CHIMES 11 ''But what did you do it for? the lady questioned. ''Well, you see, replied Pat, it's this way. I wanted all my life to ride in a lemon-yellow limousine, and so I thought that if I stopped you, I could ask for a ride. The lady, shocked by the sheer audacity of this amazing girl, could say nothing. Finally, having recovered her breath, she, prompted by some unknown power, invited Pat to take a ride. As they rode, they talked ; and as they talked, the lady gradually discovered more and more about Pat, Pat's ambi- tions, desires, and traits. Before long the lady found herself asking Pat to come and live with her. Now don't for a minute think that the lady was prompted by unwonted kind- ness. Her chief reason for thus inviting Pat to take up her abode with her was that her own daughter was a trifle wild , and Pat, although not refined, in the popular expression 'knew her onions ! Pat went to live with this lady in a beautiful house, but unlike other stories, she did not fall in love or even get married. She acquired a fine education and trained to be a social worker. After about five years, she returned to the slums where she is now working. Now you can see what audacity combined with the lemon-yellow limousine did for a great many lives. LASS O'DUNDEE Judith Partridge, '29 Seen the new hoss Jock Connors bought yesterday, Joe? said a stocky, ruddy-faced man, as he leaned against the side of the so-called General Variety Store. Ah suah nebber saw sich a beast in all my life, Jim, re- plied the old darkie, as he loosed the reins of his own horse from the hitching post. If he expects to enter that bag o' bones in the Derby, he's crazy, said another man. Paid sixty dollars fo her at de auction, said Joe. Sixty! She isn't worth mo'an fifteen, said the man who Iiad first spoken. In the meanwhile a slim horse roamed and grazed in Jock Connors' pasture. The Lass O'Dundee had a sleek bay coat, slim body and legs, and prominent veins which showed that she was a high-bred horse. Her slimness appeared to be due to short rations rather than overwork. Jock leaned against the fence. Aye, he said to himself, she's sure a beauty, and if the lass doesn't become a fast traveller, I dinna ken. The Lass O'Dundee raised her head and showed a white star on her forehead. She trotted over to Jock and timidly sniffed at him. You want a carrot, auld lassie? he said, and reach- ing into the depths of his pocket, drew out a young carrot. 12 THE CHIMES A month had pa ssed. Lass O'Dundee's ribs scarcely showed and she was in just the right condition for racing. Although a month only remained before the Derby, Jock was far from discouraged. Ben Harvers began to train Lass for the g reat race. Every day both Jock and Ben watched Lassie's development in speed and endurance. The track was dry and dusty the day before the race. That morning Lass had not done as well as usual and even Jock was doubtful. Do your best anyway, Ben, he said. Derby Day: the air was heavy and the sky filled with threatening clouds. Lass was not popular in the betting field and everyone spoke of Jock Connors' 'bag o' bones. Fifteen minutes before the race ! Every horse was strain- ing at the reins eager to be off. Rain! Oh, how it rained. The track soon became a slippery slough. Ben was dis- couraged and expected Lass to fall in the slippery footing:. The shot was fired ; they were off ; and Lass held the fifth space. The first six were abreast now. Two had the lead, Three gained. Seven was crowding against the inner rail. Tive gaining, cried one. ''Jock Connors' 'bag o' bones' is in the lead, shrieked one of the men who had made fun of Lass. It was over. Number Five was first, Seven second. All were congratulating Jock. Why, Jock, you nevah told us the Lass was a 'Mudder'. Jock smiled, I didn't know it myself, he said. Thus Lass O'Dundee proved her v orth on the muddy track.. A BLIZZARD AT THE BEACH Catherine Healy, '30 The sun, that dark morning in January, rose cheerless over mountains of huge grey clouds. The wind blew with ever- increasing momentum until it fairly whistled about the tree- tops. It whipped up roaring, giant waves that rolled up the beach and dashed over the wall, sending foaming spray feet into the air. Now a mixture of sleet, snow and hail was whirled down from the foreboding sky and forced against the noble cedars that grew along the cliffs, bending them almost double. The air was filled with this swirling mass, and the bitterness of the cold kept the few inhabitants safely indoors. This dreadful flurry lasted all the morning, afternoon, and evening. Even that night no lessening of the gale could be noticed. But in spite of the blizzard Minot's Light faithfully flashed on. The house rocked; the wires sagged with their burden of ice and, in many places, snapped, thus cutting off this part of the world from all communication. At sunrise the wind had decreased, the sleet had stopped, and the sun shone brightly on the transformed world, all shin- ing and glistening in its gleaming array of crystal. The sea- THE CHIMES 13 gulls screamed a'S they sallied back and forth over the ice- covered rocks and dipped daringly dov n between the waves. Far out on the rocky ledge stood the ice-covered form of Minot's Light. The cedars stood up more erect under their glistening burden, sparkling in the sun. The dreaded blizzard was over. The beach was left peace- ful and calm in its new-found glory. THE SEA VOICE Katherine Somers, '28 It was mid winter and a terrific storm was raging along the coast of Maine. The inhabitants of the small towns which border on the ocean front below Portland were snug and warm before their fires. However, there was one inhabitant who had braved the fury of the elements. This person bore the name of Judd Holbert. Although only in the middle of his fifties, he was already stooped and gray, and he had a very melancholy air about him. Storms had a certain fascination for this man ; whenever there was a storm, he betook himself to the cliffs and gazed fixedly at the waves. He seemed to murmur to himself, 'T hear the sea-voice calling. The people of the town pitied this man greatly, because when he was a youth a very cruel thing had happened to him. It was May, and Judd Holbert and Almira Phillips were making plans for their marriage in June. Together they drew plans for their future home, and they were just the happiest people in the world. But only two weeks before the coming marriage, Almira's sister, who lived in Boston, became ill and died. It was necessary for the girl to go to Boston ; so she bade a tearful farewell to Judd and started on her journey. Judd waited three long days before he got a letter from Almira. It was only a brief letter stating that she must attend to some very important business and wouldn't be able to return until the second of June. Somehow Judd had sensed that the letter would contain bad news. However, after he had read it, he comforted himself with the thought that it might have been a great deal worse. Slowly the days passed, but on June first a frightful storm lashed the coast. Although it was an unseasonable storm, it was furious in its intensity. Judd feared for Almira's safety,, for she would be starting from Boston this very day. Apprehension is a horrible enemy, and it had laid its cold, clammy fingers on Judd. He wandered aimlessly about the house, sometimes gazing out of the window, sometimes try- ing to read. When night came, he was unable to sleep. He tossed on his bed and at length got up and sat by his open window listening to the roar of the storm. He looked at his watch. The boat bearing Almira would soon be pa'ssing on 14 THE CHIMES its way to Portland. An idea seized his brain and he immedi- ately acted upon it. He pulled on his clothes quickly and donned a heavy oil-skin coat and hat. Quietly he let himself out of the house and hurried to the cliffs. He swept the storm horizon with his eyes, but nowhere could he see the lights of a boat. He waited with the fury of the storm beating against him. An hour passed; and sud- denly he saw a light far out on the storm-tossed ocean. His heart beat wildly. Was it — could it be Almira's boat? Suddenly his heart gave a bound and almost ceased to beat. He saw signal lights shooting up from the boat. The signals Avere answered by signal lights from the Life Saving Station, which was not far from Judd. Quickly and almost recklessly Judd ran along the cliffs to the light house. Reaching it, he ran stumbling up the stairs to the lookout tower. 'Hi, Scale! What's the boat out there? he called. 'The 'Carinna' bound from Boston to Portland, Judd! was the reply. Judd groaned. What's the matter? asked Scale. ''Almira's on that boat ! Judd! Scale's face was set. He watched the boat with desperate eyes. Nothing could be done. The ship was too far out. Judd collected all his force and gazed once more at the doomed boat. How far do you think she is from the shoals? Not far, was the grim reply. The minutes passed. The signal lights on the boat became fainter and fainter. Finally they disappeared altogether. She had struck the shoals. Judd seemed to hear a voice call to him from the roaring ocean. Morning dawned on a sea almost calm. The shore was littered with wreckage. Some bodies were found, but not Almira's. Hers had joined the retinue of Old Ocean's Court. Thus it was that whenever a storm visited the coast, Judd Holbert went to the cliffs to hear once again the sea voice calling him. NIGHT Ethyl Tierney, '29 The sun slowly sinks, The sky becomes gray. Gradually comes darkness, And night is on its way. The moon shows on high. The stars shine bright. Lamps are now lighted, — It is night. — THE CHIMES 15 THE IMPORTANCE OF ECONOMICS Harriet Pepper, '28 Economics — Wait just a moment. How many know what economics means? Economics is the way in which man makes a living. But, does everyone know how a person starts out to make his living? The first evidence we have that man had to make a living was when the cave-man started out in search of food. He and his companion searched for a while and at last chanced to kill a fawn. They divided it equally. One ate what he wanted and then threw the rest away, but the other saved what he had not eaten. This is the first principle in the science of making a living. The next thing man did was to go to other countries in search of things that he wished for. He soon found that in some places the things that he wished for very much could be obtained in great abundance, and things which were not of value to him were valuable to others. He exchanged his goods with other people and thus gained what he desired. Exchange or trade is the second great step in making a living. Now when man began to produce for himself, civilization had really started in earnest. But if man produced just enough for himself, he could not make a satisfactory living. As soon as he started to produce more than he could use, he had taken the third step in making his living. Thus, by saving what he had not consumed for future use, exchanging what he had with others, and producing more that he could consume, mankind has now reached its modern stage of civilization. Many schools are now introducing the study of economics. It is very important that the student who is about to pass through the ''open door should at least know how men of the past have made a living, and climb to a higher standard than they attained. THE FOREST LAKE Judith Partridge, '29 Far in the depths of the forest, Beneath the rustling leaves, A limpid lake lies glistening Amid the monarch trees. And like a sparkling sapphire, In sylvan beauty lies, A scene of rest and beauty Beneath the azure skies. At night the playful moonbeams Caress it with their smiles, And draw across it silver threads Which reach from isle to isle. 16 THE CHIMES THE WARNING Florence Fitts, '28 The two young men plodded steadily on their way up the somewhat steep and rocky cliff. Conversation lagged between them as their whole attention was centered on keeping them- selves from taking a nose-dive to the foot of the clitf. The smaller of the boys, a lad with a round, ruddy face, looked very much perturbed, and after climbing upward for a short distance, exclaimed, Hey, Bob, is this the latest out- door sport that you can think of? I thought our last trip 'took the cake', but this is the worst yet. Come to think of it, I wouldn't thank any of my noble ancestors if they left me an old tumbled-down inn twenty-five miles from civilization if I had to walk to it and stay there one night before I could take possession. That's the craziest idea I ever heard of. I suppose 'auntie' thought you wouldn't bother to ever go near it if she didn't say something like that. Nobody would know this place existed if it wasn't for that beach up here. Boy, the first thing I do when I get there will be to take a shower. Then I'll have dinner and spend a nice quiet even- ing on the lake. You know the letter said there was a lake. While this one-sided conversation was going on, the boys had kept on their way, and presently they came to a clearing at the top of the cliff. In the middle of the clearing was a dilaTDidated wooden structure of colonial style. With the setting sun and the shadows of the trees the place had a dismal appearance. Larry, Bob's companion and new proprietor of the place, looked it over briefly and then said, You'd never mistake this for the Ritz-Carlton, would you? Let's go in and see what the inside looks like. The door w as opened for them by an elderly gentleman who evidently was expecting them. The inside proved to be no more cheerful than the outside — neither did the hebi. The boys' room was on the second floor in the back of the hcuse. It is needless to say that the first thing Bob did wa s not to take a shower. The nearest thing to a shower bath in the place was a pitcher of cold water on the dressing table. The boys went down to the dining room and dined in silence. A silence that was extremely nerve-racking seemed to envelop the whole place. As Bob put it, The silence w as deafening. He surely got his wish for a quiet evening even though he didn't spend it on the lake. The boys decided to turn in about eight o'clock although sleep seemed almost impossible. The night seemed ideal for spooks. Bob, who was superstitious anyway, kept quiet as long as he could. Sud- denly he sat up and grabbing Larry by the arm, whispered, ''Larry, I think we ought to get out of this place as soon as THE CHIMES 17 we can. I can feel it in my bones that something is going to happen. Nothing bothered Larry for very long, and he was almost ready to fall asleep. ''Oh, never mind, Bob. It's almost morning, and we'll be on our way before long. It was well into the 'Vee hours when Bob finally went to sleep. He was surely making up for lost time. In fact he sounded like a saw mill in action. As the sun was just creep- ing over the hills, both boys woke up with a start. Theirs was a rude awakening. Through the open window came the strains of 'The Campbells are Coming. This gave the im- pression of a screech owl rendering a solo. Superstitious Bob immediately solved the mystery. There, he declared, 'T told you something was going to happen. That's the warning. I've heard of things like this happening before, and the victims disappeared from sight like magic. Here's where I pack up my dry goods and get. Larry was thoroughly aroused by this time and was al- ready packing his belongings. He suggested that they go down the back stairs. They got this far but no farther. Here they met the old gentleman who had ushered them in the day be- fore. He had the boys' breakfasts on a tray. Bob read the question in the old man's eye and immediately began to ex- plain. As the man listened, light dawned upon him. Suddenly a fit of laughter seized him, shaking his whole being so that he capsized the tray and its contents down the front of himself. When he recovered suflficiently, he bega-n to explain. Why, that was Maggie, our cook, out in the back kitchen. She can't tell time. One verse is a soft boiled egg, and two a hard boiled one. Stacks and stacks of chimneys rise, Silent sentinels to the skies, Row on row, like soldiers there. Stubby, short, and gaunt and bare. Some are new, and some are old ; Some are gray with ancient mold, Clustered o'er the battered slates, Gaunt and bare, like boding fates, Rising o'er the gleaming tiles In sunset glow, for miles and miles. From haughty buildings on the squares And those that line wide thoroughfares ; And from them floats the wisps of smoke Bespeaking presence of human folks. CHIMNEYS Barbara Colman, '29 18 THE CHIMES FINE FEATHERS Carolyn Poland, '29 Emily was walking home from school in a very unhappy and discontented state of mind. Indeed, this was not the first time; for many, many, nights before that, she had done the same thing. But tonight she was even more unhappy than ever, for Grace Whitman had come to school with a magnificent new fur coat, and also both Mary Stone and Laura Bates wore new silk dresses. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of them gaily parading the school building and showing off their new clothes. ''Why can't I be like them? she thought bitterly. 'Wh y can't I have fine clothes like my other school mates, instead of this old blue jersey with the moth holes that I've worn every day this winter? She remembered the scornful glance that Mary Stone gave her and her blue jersey as she went past her. More hot tears rolled down her cheeks. Why is it that some can have all the money and clothes and others not? It's unfair! Why isn't my fatner a million- aire? Oh, how I hate my dirty home beside that of Mary Stone ! And how I hate this blue jersey ! All of a sudden a plan dawned upon her. She knew that there was a party at school several nights ahead, and that probably Grace Whitman would be there with her new fur coat. When the party was not quite over, she would make an excuse that she had to be home early and slip into the dress- ing room, quietly take Grace's fur coat, and escape with it. The idea thrilled her, as she thought of how furious Grace would be, and of the clothes that she could buy from the money she would receive from selling it. She even began to quicken her step, and her heart grew lighter as these thoughts came to her. At last the waited-for night arrived. Just as she had thought, Grace Whitman came and wore her fur coat. Before the party was over, Emily quietly left the room when no one noticed her and slipped into the dressing room. On one of the hangers was Grace's fur coat. As shp looked at the beau- tiful, sleek fur, she hesitated a little. ''What right have I to take what belongs to someone else? she thought. But the minute this thought came to her, she immediately brushed it away from her. Besides, she thought, what's a hundred dollars or so to a millionaire like Mr. Whitman? She grabbed it from the hook and quietly slipped out the back door. But when she was safely on her way home, something seemed wrong. The coat on her arm suddenly became a burden to her. Her step began to drag, and her heart felt heavy. A tiny voice inside of her kept saying over and over again, You did wrong to steal that coat; you did wrong to steal that THE CHIMES 19 coat . She tried to drive it away from her, but still it per- sisted. At last, with a great struggle, she managed to push it from her, but not wholly, for deep, deep in her heart it was still there. She even managed to whistle a little tune, but it was forced. When she was in her room, she flung the coat over the arm of a chair, hurriedly undressed, and jumped into bed. But as soon as the light was out and all was dark about her and she could near no other sound save that of the beating of her heart, that little voice came back to her with even more force than before. The whole air seemed to be full of voices that all said, ''You shouldn't have stolen that coat; you shouldn't have stolen that coat! At last she could stand it no longer. She jumped out of bed, kneeled by her little window, and looked down upon the peaceful roofs of the town in the moon- light. High upon a hill she could see Grace Whitman's huge house. ''Yes, it is true, she almost thought aloud. How foolish it was of me to do it. All the fur coats in the world aren't worth the price of dishonesty. I would rather go naked than steal again. Besides, what are clothes anyway? Noth- ing! After all, they don't amount to anything in the long run. It's what you are that counts, not your clothes. Why, I would rather be the poorest girl in the world, and be kind hearted, than be rich and be like Grace Whitman ! I will take Grace's coat back to her tomorrow night. The next day at school there was much talk about Grace's stolen coat, but Emily took no part in it. Every time it was mentioned, it was just like a sharp dagger piercing her soul. Ihat night, a much damaged Emily with a large bundle under her arm walked up the hill to the Whitman mansion. She walked boldly up to the front door and rang the bell. A maid came to the door, and after finding out whom she wanted, disappeared. Soon after, Grace came to the door. Oh, hello, she said carelessly, and none too graciously. What do you want? Grace, said Emily, I have brought back your fur coat. It was I who stole it. But I want to tell you that I am very, very sorry. Oh, so it was you; was it? said Grace with all the scorn she could muster, for she could not help but admire one who could steal a thing and then so boldly return it. I might have known it all along. If you're so anxious to return it, hurry up and give it to me. At that she snatched the bundle from her hands and slammed the door in her face. I am thankful Fm not Grace Whitman, thought Emily with a smile, as she was on her way home. I'm glad I'm just me. Science Teacher — Name some liquid that won't freeze. J. Harris — Hot water. 20 THE CHIMES ON THE TIDE OF THE FLOOD Ruth Damon, '31 A pitiful wail of a child rose out over the wild tumult of the flooded area. ''Oh! muvver, daddy, where are you? The little, pathetic voice cried. ''You told me to wait, and Fs waited and waited and now Fm so frightened. A small boy of about four looked out across the flooded land. As far as one's eye could see, the land was just a wild confusion of particles of houses and furniture. The boy was in the window of a large house in the top story. The water was now rising fast and it would soon reach the second story — one story beneath the boy. The mind of the small urchin was working fast. If Daddy didn't come before long, — he would wait till the waters were almost engulfing him and then kneel down and say his prayers and let that old black water catch him. But, surely. Daddy would come as he had said! He could not leave his beloved son to drown. Here, he started sobbing again. Some time had passed, and the water was now winning its way to the window where knelt the small boy. A few miles down the river, in a relief station, a small woman was crying steadily and repeating, Oh, save them, please. Now fighting his way feverishly was — Daddy! He had almost reached the window. His son was now fast losing consciousness. Far, far, in the distance, he could hear the roar of the water. Now that sleepy feeling was overtaking him more quickly. But, hark, what was that? A voice — and surely he knew that voice — Daddy had returned ! Steady there, son, the voice said. Grab hold of Daddy's coat — that's right. Now hold tight. Sonny felt a strong arm around him, and felt himself slowly rising. Oh, Daddy, he gasped, where is mother. Daddy? A muffled sob was his only answer. He had left mother at the station — perhaps dying. Here the small frail voice continued, What makes it so — That was as far as he got ; for a burst of water in the window was what the poor man had been waiting for. He jumped — down, down, down, into the bottomless pit. Now they were rising. Daddy set out bravely, first catching one thing and then another, — trying, trying, to keep Sonny's head out of the water. A few hours later, a man and small boy, bruised and un- conscious, were brought into the relief station. The doctor and nurses worked feverishly but successfully. If the supplies would only come, they could save them. They THE CHIMES 21 did come, and just in time. The boy and father were saved after a horrible journey which neither would ever forget. As Sonny opened his eyes, he looked into his mother's. He whispered, ''Daddy, Muvver, and Sonny — all together again. WHAT IS COLLEEG? Velma Damon, '28 ''Now-a-days, remarked a righteous-looking lady, ''there's an excuse for everything. Why, my Johnny came down to breakfast this morning with a soiled shirt on. When I called his attention to it, he replied, 'Naw, faint dirty. It's colleeg.' Suzie's shoes needed shining too, and when I mentioned the fact to her she said, 'Aw, they're awright. It's colleeg!' I don't know what the younger generation is coming to, she continued in a pained voice. I corrected Johnny's and Suzie's English, but they said, 'Ya ain't supposed to say aren't , you're supposed to say ain't. It's colleeg!' When one can find an excuse for a soiled shirt, and poor English, it's going pretty far. Just what is colleeg? she asked. I have often wondered what colleeg really did mean. I am sure that a soiled shirt or dress could not go under th at term. Looking around and hearing the girls and fellows talk, I have decided that colleeg really means something that is rather smart-looking or sporty. Of course, there are some people who always go to the extremes in everything. That is shown by the boy who called his soiled shirt colleeg , and by the girl whose shoes needed a shine. You may see a girl dressed in the latest sport clothes — she's colleeg in a wholesome, neat w ay. She may go to extremes in her clothes, but I'll wager her skirt would be pressed and her shoes shined. You may see a young fellow dressed in floppy trousers, soft hat on the back of his head, striped socks to match his tie and scarf — he's colleeg! If you look closely, you will see in the majority of cases, that those flaring, baggy trousers are pressed, his shirt is clean, and his shoes shined. Listen to them talk — these colleeg people ! Perhaps they do consider it smart to use the latest slang expressions, but they use them mostly when they are with a group by themselves. But won't you agree that their English is really correct? Do you hear so very many of them saying ain't as a regular thing? No, you do not. These smart youngsters realize the value of a good working vocabulary and of good English, and they use their knowledge to good advantage. There are the extremes of youth that would try to excuse their carelessness in dress and speech by calling it colleeg . But these are the exceptions — not the rule, and it is the regular thing we should judge by; don't you agree? 22 THE CHIMES JOHNNY DOES NOT CHOOSE TO RUN Priscilla Cole, '29 Johnny Walker was sitting reading Gentlemen Prefer Blondes in his room. He was prepared for a quiet even- ing, but this did not last long. The door burst open and a group of fellows entered. Hi there, called Lester Moore, a classmate of Johnny. Put up your book. I want you to meet this young fellow here. Johnny laid down his book and rose. This is a new friend, Johnny, said Lester. Mr. Arm- strong, meet Mr. Walker. How do you do, Mr. Armstrong, replied Johnny. He's going to be your new boss, grinned Lester. What? asked Johnny. Mr. Walker, you are to be the future basket ball captain, informed Lester with an air of dignity. No, siree, answered Johnny. I'm too busy with my studies. Never mind, Les, grinned Tony Armstrong. We'll fix him. I've got an idea, spoke up Lester. Come on. Lester and Tony left the room, and Johnny went back to his book. His mind was far from his book. Realizing that he could not concentrate on it, he went to bed. Johnny was rather puzzled the next few days. He knew nothing of v hat was being done. He was at last informed that it was his duty to beat the Sigma Kappa. Johnny, re- membering this, consented although it was against his wishes. On Tuesday, with the election to be held on Monday of the next week, Lester and Tony met in Johnny's room. What's up? asked Johnny. I guess that we're defeated, but they're circulating stories about you that we must stop, said Lester. What stories? asked Johnny in surprise. They say that you are high-hat, a poor athlete, and a poor sport. Baloney, grinned Tony. Probably, but we've got to get busy and deny these things, said Lester. Lester and Tony left, and Bill Young entered with a small, slender fellow. How's the fight? inquired Bill. Not so good, and I don't care, answered Johnny. It's up to you to beat the Sigma Kappa, Johnny, said Bill- You'd better get busy. I've got something to tell you, piped ud the little fellow. 'I just learned that your new boss and the Siema Kappa candidate, Mullin' , are prettv thick at home. Armstrong's running against Mullins now. THE CHIMES 23 The rest of the week was a busy one for everybody. Rumors ere around that Charlie Smith of the same fraternity as Johnny was a candidate for election. On Thursday, Johnny went down and left an order for some handbills at a printing office. Friday, the prediction was for Jones. At last the day of election came. When the students went to vote, they found handbills telling them how to vote, each bitll listing Smith as captain. Smith, 142; Mullins, 120; Walker, 42 was the final result. This fellow Walker turned us down, exclaimed Lester as he entered Johnny's room later. 'T carried out my orders,'' said Johnny grinning. ''You what? asked Lester. My orders were to beat the Sigma Kappa, continued Johnny. We learned that Armstrong was a chum of Mullins, and so we got Smith to run. This split the vote and got Smithy in. And, I suppose you got those handbills printed, hey, de- manded Lester. Sure, Johnny agreed. And the Sigma Kappa got licked. 'Those were my orders, grinned Johnny. WRINKLES IN MOTOR BOATING Victor Stenbeck, '29 The eyes of the sailor, watching the old four-masted schoon- er beating its way across Oyster Bay, were about to pop out of his head. Toward him, on Long Island Sound, there dashed a powerful motor-boat at about sixty miles an hour. In it were two dozen men and women. The sailor saw them wave to him; he started to wave back and they were v ay past him. The sailor emitted a low, surprised whistle; for he had never seen anything like it in all his life. The device which made this performance possible is called a fantail. It was invented by Johannus Plum. Attached to the stern of the boat under the water, and well described by its name, it operated to achieve the aim of marine engineers, the speed of a sea-sled and the carrying capacity of a large load. The designer, Mr. Plum, said that he started to work on liis invention while fixing a speed boat. He found that if lie could apply the idea of a hydro plane to a speed boat, he could obtain the desired results. This he did, and the result was the fantail. Mr. Plum said that he believed the device would be of use in naval boats. A boat the size of the Fantail (the name of the boat on which the device was tested) could be carried on the davits of a submarine chaser or a destroyer. This could be lowered overboard and sent against the larger vessels with torpedoes and other explosives. The SDeed of these boats would make them extremely hard to hit, and they 24 THE CHIMES could return to their ''mother ship after doing their duty. The immediate use of the fantail would be in the trans- portation of business men to their work from their summer homes on Long Island and elsewhere. We have copied the flight of the bird of the air and the course of the fish under the sea; but what creature skims over the top of the water with practically no displacement? STORMS Florence Fitts, '28 Lightning flashes, Thunders roar. The cloud passes The storm is o'er. An ugly frown, A silent tear. A glance around And smiles appear. DAWN Carolyn Poland, '29 Slowly the dawn came up from the east And awoke the world from its night of peace. The first early rays of coming light Slew the grey shadows left by the night, Who, knowing his enemy Day was arriving, Fled in due haste from his rays so beguiling. The sky in the east once dark and cold Became tinted with light, orange and gold. Slowly but surely up popped the sun, Flooded the earth, and a new day had begun. THE SEA Anna Healy, '28 I love the salty smell of the damp sea air As it blows in from the miisty sea. I love to listen to the screaming gulls As they float in the sky over me. I love to w atch the fishermen As they go chugging out of the bay, And listen to their engines As they grow fainter and die away. I often wonder as I stand on the rocks And listen to the wild waves' roar, If they sound the same to others When they pound on a foreign shore. THE CHIMES THE LONE SCOUT OF THE SKY George Lowell, '31 The name of Charles A. Lindbergh will go down in history as one of the bravest and most daring of the noted heroes of the country. This young man, hardly out of his teens, sets an example for the American boy of today. He was the first one to span the Atlantic between New York and Paris. Men who were skilled in the ways of aviation had tried and had failed. The mystery of the Atlantic had swallowed them up never to be heard from again. But this dauntless young man in a Ryan Monoplane of 223 horse-power engine, braved che dangers of the treacherous Atlantic and arrived in Paris after a thirty-six hour flight. Charles A. Lindbergh was born in Detroit, Michigan, Feb- ruary 4, 1902. At the age of eighteen he went to college where he took up his favorite subject, Mechanical Engineering. Lindbergh wanted to fly and college was not carrying him the way he wanted. Going to his mother, who was always sympathetic, he told her his plans. Very shortly catalogs of air training courses came from all over the country. He next entered the Nebraska Aircraft Corporation at Lincoln, Nebraska. Here he was in- structed in his first knowledge of aircraft. Lindbergh next entered the army and became an observa- tion pilot of a Jenny Plane. While in the army servic e, he was forced to make parachute jumps seven times. At the age of twenty-one Lindbergh entered the Air Mail Service and became pilot between his native city and Chi- cago. It was while on this service that Lindbergh heard of the Trans-Atlantic race which a man by the name of Orteig was financing. With the aid of others he became interested in this event and gave up his job as air-mail pilot. Drawing the only money he had in the world, Lindbergh purchased a Monoplane and entered the race determined to win. One morning in the eventful summer of 1927 Charles A. Lindbergh, in his tiny monoplane, roared down the take-off and rose in a graceful arc, gained altitude, and headed for the open Atlantic. For thirty-six hours this nation waited in suspense and dread. Then a ship picked up a message which said that Lind- bergh had crossed the English Channel and was expected in Paris every minute. What joy swept over this country! Factories, schools, stores, and trains ceased their work to praise Lindbergh. This Lone Scout of the Sky has been honored in many European countries and has received the highest medal of valor that a flyer ever received. Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh accomplished one of the most important additions to science ever made. For his re- ward he chooses to continue his services in the Air Mail. THE CHIMES SPRING Margaret Short, '29 Soft white clouds are in the sky, Soft white milkweed floating by; All these signs are sure to say, Spring is really on the way. Yellow crocusses are peeping. From the ground where they were sleeping, All the birds are chirping cheerily. And the children singing merrily. ODE TO THE FLIVVER Dorothy Wilder, '28 How queer to our eyes is the sight of some ''flivvers Jouncing and bouncing all over the road. They squeal, and they rattle ; they give us the quivers While of ''sweet flappers , they carry a load. The flivver's now passing from our habitation; It's being replaced both by pomp and by style. The flappers to follow in coming generations Will have other buggies to cover the mile. THE NATIVES OF SCITUATE Ethyl Tierney, '29 There is fishing, boating, mossing, golfing, Almost everything for sporting. The people are always kind and gay And ready to help you find your way. The sky is always bright and blue And happiness waits right here for you. If you don't believe it, then come and see This little place right by the sea. Happy people come to meet you Smiling faces always greet you. Come to see us, do not wait — We are the natives of Scituate. THE OLD APPLE TREE Priscilla Cole, '28 Out in the orchard, standing With its face held towards the sky Is a w onderful, old apple tree Its beauty none can deny. The sun lingers lovingly round it; 'Tis there birds build their nests ; 'Tis crowned with beauty in summer. And in winter a snow -crowned crest. THE CHIMES FRESHMAN INTERPRETATIONS OF ''IF I HAD . . IF I HAD ALADDIN'S LAMP Doris Newcomb, '31 If but Aladdin's Lamp were mine, I would not stop to figure time, But all my years, months, hours and days Would be put to use, puzzling out the maze Of this world of ours ; changing lands and races Putting all in their respective places. If I had Aladdin's Lamp. IF I HAD A MAGIC WAND Frank Vinal, '31 If I had a magic wand And any wish were mine, I'd wish for the largest house in the world. And of servants ninety-nine. Fd wish for anything A person could enjoy. No matter how large the intricate thing. No matter how small the toy. Fd have a thousand comforts And tell my servants ninety-nine. That poor and oppressed people who passed my home Were welcome to stop and dine, And if they needed anything I'd give it free of charge. I'd give this to them willingly. No matter how small or large. If I had a magic wand, These things Fd do ; more too. No matter how small the gift It comes back tenfold to you. IF I HAD A MAGIC WAND Jeanette Nichols, '31 If I but had a magic wand Tc give me everything I wished, I'd invite the people of the world To share my happiness. Then too, if I but had a wand I'd fly the whole world o'er And return to my own land And stay for ever more. THE CHIMES MY MAGIC RUG Ruth Damon, '31 If I but had a magic rug, I would be filled with glee. I'd make believe it was a ship, And sail the deep blue sea. I'd sail right into China town, With all its cues and rice. I'd journey o'er to fair Japan, And make their eyes turn right. From there I'd go to cold Norway, And skim the mountains high. I'd swoop right down to dear old France Where the Paris styles I'd spy. I'd cress the sea to London town. It's famous bridge I'd view. Old Ireland's lucky shamrock see, And dear old Erin, too. But happy journeys all must end, Wherever we may roam. And so I'll turn my magic shiri. And sail for Home Sweet Home. IF I HAD A M AGIC WAND Anna C. Tufts, '31 Oh. for a wand of magic. That I might wield with powers O'er all that is sinful and tragic In this great world of ours. I'd w ave my wand o'er those Who in T3ain linger here And tr nsform their troubles and woes To all that is happy and dear. Over those w ho were frail and weak And those who knew no sight. Above others who could never speak I'd wave my wand at night. I'd change the suffering to joy And w ant, to wealth and esteem And all that would annoy To bliss — full and supreme. THE CHIMES 29 IF I HAD A MAGIC RUG Ellen Bailey, '31 If I but had a magic rug, Adventures far I'd find. Fd go to the land of the mind-night sun. Where the ice-bound glaciers wind. I'd visit, too, the ''Sunny South In the brilliant warmth all day; And there I'd watch the cotton-pickers In costumes bright and gay. Then home Fd go on my magic rug, And there to their heart's delight I'd give the little tots a sail 'Til time to say, Good-night. ART NOTES Gertrude Wherity The Art department has been doing some fine work this year. The combined Art classes have organized an Art Club under the direction of Priscilla Cole, president ; Barbara Cole- man, secretary; and Gertrude Wherity, treasurer. One project carried out by the club was the taking of snap- shots of different flowers. There were four prizes offered which went to the following people: Virginia Poland, Ju- dith Partridge, Ellen Bailey, and Anna Healy. An interesting experiment of blue printing Christmas cards was tried by the diflferent Art classes. Each pupil drew an appropriate design which was blue printed and then touched up with different colors. There were some very pretty and attractive cards made. Two senior girls, Priscilla Cole and Gertrude Wherity, have been painting the windows of the doors in the teachers' room. The design used matches the decorative cretonne liangings. We have some very attractive object drawings done in colored chalk displayed in the Art room. This work was done hy two and three-year students. We appreciate the gift of $7.50 from the Woman's Club to the Art department. It is interesting to know that some of the recent alumni of S. H. S. have gone further in developing their study of art. Kenneth Bates, '22, is working in the Design department of the Cleveland School of Art. He is going abroad to the Praofue conference of Henry Bailey this summer. Phoebe Richardson, '16, is head of the R. H. White Art deTDartment in Boston, Miss Richardson spent some time this winter studying abroad. 30 THE CHIMES Ruth Ricketts, '21, who is now Mrs. Beals, is head of the Drafting department in Harvard College. Wallace Torrey, '26, is working on stained glass windows.. At present he is working on a window design for Princeton College. Malcolm Merritt, '27, is attending Vesper George Art School of Boston. Paul Quinn, '27, is a student of the freshman class at the Massachusetts Normal Art School. FRENCH DEPARTA ENT LES SPORTS Virginia Russell, '29 II y a beaucoup de sports pendant les mois d'hiver que nous trouvons bons. On s'amuse plus par les jeus qu'on s'amuse dans I'ete bien qu'il y a peu beaucoup de sports d'ete. Peut-etre le meilleur et le plus connu sport d'hiver est le patinage. La plupart du monde aime a patiner. II n'y a plus de gaietie ou'avoir un bon grand feu sur la glace ou on peut roter les ''frankforts et se chauffeut les oreils. II y a beaucoup de facons de patinage in France : — le traineau, le patineur a la voile et un traineau a voile et ainsi de suite. Le skiage et le glissade sont bons sports d'hiver aussi. Qui ne desirait pas aller aux Alps pour les mois d'hiver pour le skiage et pour le glissade? II y n'a rein meilleur qu'un traineau sur un nuit claire de lune. Bien entendu, les sports en ete sont enioyes autant que les sports d'hiver. On a sa preference. En ete le sport est nata- tion. C'est un chose rafraichissant sur un jour de chaud en ete. La jaunce, le golf et le baseball sont poDulaires sports, aussi. En ete ncs pensees errent a quelque belle place au sud on peut-etre au glace nord. LE DESOBEISSAXT GARCON Helen Stevens, '29 II y avait une fois un Detit garcon s'apioelle Jean, qui de- meure avec sa mere i res d'un grand etang ?u bord de la foret. En hiver il y avait tou jours de bon patinage et beaucoup de gens est venu a patiner. Un jour Jean dit a sa mere qu'il all ait au etang, sa mere dit qu'il ne pourra pas aller parce qu'il n'y avait qu'un r eu de gens et la glace avait mince, mais Jean pense qu'il s'en garde bien et il va au etang. II joue sur la glace pour presqu'une heure auand il vient a un trou. II pense ou'il en decouvra la profondeur. il prend un baton et il se couche sur la glace mais il se penche plus loin et tombe dans le trou. THE CHIMES 31 Sa mere le perd et elle va au etang le chereher. Elle vient etang jusqu'il tombe dans le trou. Elle le sauve et elle le prend a la maison. Jean n'ira jamais au etang encore excep te que sa mere dira ; Oui. UNE HISTOIRE D'UN MAUVAIS GARgON Olga Bongarzone, '29 Robert est un petit gargon. II est tou jours dans trouble. II est un garcon de neuf ans. Un jour, il est sorti de la maison. Au diner sa mere Tattendu, mais il n'est pas retourne. Sa mere se fait furieuse. Avant qu'il est sorti de la maison, il a demande de Targent, mais sa mere lui a dit, ''Vous etes trop jeune avoir de Targent.'' A ce moment, Louise est venue dans la salle. ''Ou est Robert? elle demanda. ''Je ne sais pas, dit la mere. ''II est sorti de la maison d'une bonne heure ce matin et il n'est pas retourne encore. Allons-le chereher. II est si petit et il ne salt pas les routes. Peut-etre il est perdu dans les bois. Tous les deux cherchent tout I'apres-midi, mais elles ne le trouverent pas. ''Allons aux bois, dit Louise. Elles sont allees aux bois. Louise a entendu une petite voix. La voix semble celle-ci de son frere. Elle commenca de courir. La mere commenca de courir aussi. Elles sont arrivees a la place ou la voix est venue. Elle etait celle-ci de Robert. 'Robert, dit la mere, 'Tourquoi etes-vous sorti de la Tnaison, sans permission? ''Ce matin, je vous demandais de I'argent, et vous ne me le donneriez pas. J'etais tres furieux et je vous ai deserte. Si vous le ferez encore, je vous enverrai au lit sans votre souper, repondra la mere. Un proverbe: Obeissez toujours vos parents. LE VERRE BAL Phyllis Hyland, '29 Pierre, un petit garcon a I'age de dix ans, demeurait avec isa mere dans une petite maison blanche dans une petite ville francaise. Lorsque Pierre et sa mere soient tres pauvres, ils etaient tres, tres heureux. Ils cat possede un verre bal, qui etait tres joli et plus precieux. A present, le verre bal n'etait pas precieux, parce qu'ils en pourraient decouvrir le secret. Un jour la mere de Pierre est allee au marche vendre des oeufs et du lait a la ville. Pierre ne pourrait pas aller avec sa mere. II faut qu'il soit content et il reste a la maison. II dit a sa mere qu'il sera un bon garcon. Le jour semblait tres long a Pierre. Pierre bientot grandait fatigue de jouant dans la belle etoile, s'il decidait qu'il jouerait dans la maison pour un temps. 32 THE CHIMES Finalement, Pierre a pense une idee. II regarderait le livre gros de fanille, qui etait dans le salon. II etait sur une haute plandre. Comment il le pourrait gagner? II faut qu'il monte une chaise. Son devoir finissait presque quand il entendait quelquechose tomber. Le verre bal se rompait! Comment il pourrait faire? Comment sa mere dirait? Le pauvre coeur de Pierre avait casse. Pierre commengait pleurer. La mere de Pierre est retournee de la ville. Elle est entree dans la maison et quand elle etait le salon. Ou elle se trouver- ait sa Pierre pleurant fortement sur le plancher. Sa mere a compris le situation immediatement. II faut qu'elle em- br asse Pierre maintenant. ' Mon petit garcon tu pleures. Je vous vais gronder. Quoi est le verre bal a la bonte I'amour de men petit garcon? Rien I Non, pas rien! Mais Pierre qu'est-ce que c'est ici? Helasl C'est le secret du verre bal! Uncertificate que j'ai trouve dans le verre casse. Pierre, mon fils, nous sommes tres, tres riches maintenant! SCITUATE HIGH SCHOOL CALENDER — 1928 Harriet Pepper, '28 Jan. 10. The Economics Class, under the direction of Miss Elliott, made an all-day trip to the First National Ware- house at Somerville, Massachusetts. Jan. 16. Articles on the subject of Zoning were submitted to the Scituate Chamber of Commerce where they were voted on by three judges. Three prizes were offered for the best article on the subject. The first prize, $10.00, was aw arded to Sara Baker; the second prize, $5.00, to Ethyl Tierney, and the third prize, |3.00, to Priscilla Cole. Jan. 27. The like Club, under the direction of Miss Jeanne Bradford, meets, as usual, on Friday, for practice. Jan. 30. Phyllis Hyland was chosen cheer leader for the girls' and Gerald Delay for the boys' cheering squad. Feb. 16. The Art Class, under the supervision of Mrs. Ward, completed redecorating the teachers' rest room. Feb . 28. The Scituate Woman's Club entertained the mem- bers of the high school at the yearly ''Educational Day ' exercises. The pupils of the school presented a very interesting program. Refreshments were served by the members of the Woman's Club. March 6. At the close of the basket ball season, the mem- bers of the teams who had played a total of three games received the letter ''S . John Stewart, the only player remaining from the previous year's team, was selected as a player on the ''All-Star South Shore League Team , also Dorothea Biasey was selected as one of the best girl basket ball players. The members of the teams presented Coach Riley with a sweater as a token of appreciation. THE CHIMES 33 March 13. Miss Dudley, English teacher, Miss Harriet Pep- per, and Miss Katherine Somers were present at a talk on books at the Scituate Woman's Club. Mrs. Maude Schrader was the speaker of the afternoon. March 15-31. Miss Sarah Baker of the Senior Commercial Class worked for a short time at the office of Mr. Burton in North Scituate. March 25. The pupils of the high school have formed a tennis club. Gertrude Wherity was elected manager and Judith Partridge assistant manager of the girls' team. Samuel Tilden was elected manager and Gerald Delay assistant manager of the boys' team. March 28. Margaret Short, Gerald Delay, Barbara Cole- man, Ruth Damon, Nellie Mitchell, Ernest Dillon, Audrey Bartington and the faculty advisor. Miss Dudley from the Editorial Board of the Chimes attended the meeting of the Southeastern League of School Publications which was held at the Bridgewater High School. March 29. The yearly play of the Senior Class made a big hit. The title of the play was ''Take My Advice by Eugene Hafer. The cast of characters was as follows : Jud Fenton, town philosopher, Charles Mitchell ; Jimmy Sampson, Bickley's right-haijd man, John Young; Robert Mannion, editor of the ''Eureka News , Stafford Short; Mrs. Nelson-Dodd, general uplifter of the town, Kather- ine Somers; Peggy Acton, a new arrival in Eureka Velma Damon ; John Wargrim, owner of the town, Igenio Bongarzone; Virgy Mannion, Bob's sister and assistant, Dorothy Wilder; and Marcia Wargrim, Wargrim's daughter, Priscilla Cole. Special numbers were given by James Harris and Les- ter Smith, saxophone duet, French horn solo by Frank Cole, and a cornet solo by Harriet Pepper. Music was furnished by the Scituate High School Orchestra. April 14. Fifteen girls of the Ukelele Girls' Club, represent- ing ten nations and dressed in national costumes, gave a group of folk songs accompanied at the piano by Miss Jeanne Bradford. The introduction was read by Velma Damon. April 25. An Arbor Day program was given by the Senior Class. Essays were read by Caroline Poland, Phyllis Hyland, and Harriet Pepper. Jane Prouty played a vi- olin solo. At the close of the indoor exercises, the pupils adjourned to the grounds in the rear of the school build- ing where the Seniors planted a Norway maple tree. Miss Katherine Somers spoke about the importance of the preservation of trees. May 3. The Seniors held a class meeting and chose the fol- lowing to speak at the Graduation exercises : Katherine Somers, Sara Baker, Gretchen Schuyler, and John Young. 34 THE CHIMES May 5. The annual County Contest at Brockton was a great success for the members of the Scituate High School. The pupils representing the school were Priscilla Cole, Florence Fitts, Velma Damon, Sara Baker, Margaret Short, Audrey Bartington, and Virginia Russell. The efforts of these pupils won for the school eight cups and eight ribbons. May 8. Miss Coppock of the Royal Typewriter Company gave the Senior Commercial Class an employment test. May 9. Miss Anstiss of the Remington Typewriter Com- pany gave the Seniors an employment test. May 11. Miss Glasier of the Underwood Typewriter Com- pany gave the Seniors an employment test. May 16. The Minstrel Show given by the Glee Clubs was a great success. Many of the students sang solos. Each class of the school was represented by a boys' and girls' quartette. A play 'The Coontown Millionaire was also a big feature. May 26. The State Contest in shorthand and typewriting was held at Boston University. Those representing Scituate were: Priscilla Cole and Sara Baker from the second-year group, Virginia Russell , Audrey Bartington, and Margaret Short frgm the first-year group. May 28. Harriet Pepper left school to take a position at the Sunlight Hospital as secretary to Miss Kent. June 15. The school year consists of a total of 180 days. This year on account of the exceptionally good weather the schools were able to close much earlier than formerly. The total number of days this year was 182. ALUA NI DEPART ENT Katherine Somers, '28 The Alumni Department is that section of our school paper w hich is devoted especially to the graduates. We like to keep in touch with the graduates because they are the product of the High School. They are the examples which the present students of the High School follow. One of the best and most used ways of keeping in touch with the graduates is by letter writing. We feel that a letter from someone who has graduated from here adds a great deal to our pa-per. The letters seem a sort of interview with the person, and the news which they contain is of great interest to all. Often tim.es the alumni editor is unable to secure the ad- dresses of graduates in order to request letters ; for this rea- son we urge the graduates to keep in touch with their Alma Mater and send us all possible news of themselves and their classmates. THE CHIMES 35 AS WE SEE OTHERS Barbara Coleman, '29 Nellie Mitchell, '29 The Climber, West Bridgewater, Mass. — Why not increase your editorial column? Your literary department is very good. The Quill, Kingston, Mass. — A very good paper. It shows hard work. Keep it up ! The Pilgrim, Plymouth, Mass. — A very clever exchange department. Your paper shows school interest. We are glad to see a Spanish Department. The Menotomy Beacon, Arlington, Mass. — We like your cover design very much. Your poetry column is very inter- esting. The Eastoner, North Easton, Mass. — A very fine magazine. All your departments show good work. We like your pic- tures very much. The Semaphore, Stoughton, Mass. — Your paper shows fine school interest. Your literary department is especially com- mendable. The Western Star, Somerville, Mass. — Why not have an editorial column? Your literary department is very good, but where is your exchange department? The Screech Owl, Maynard, Mass. — An extremely good paper. All your departments are well written. The Parrot, Rockland, Mass. — A nice spicy newspaper. Why not introduce a few cartoons? The Partridge, Duxbury, Mass. — Why not put all your poetry in a poet's corner? Your cuts are very clever. The Hilltop, Warren, Mass. — Your business managers are on the job, judging by the amount of advertising in your magazine. You brighten your paper by the many pictures. The Radiator, Somerville, Mass. — We thought the story ''Adonis Jones , which you printed some time ago, was greats Why don't you increase your editorial column? 36 THE CHIMES The Tattle Tale, Wareham, Mass.— The cuts at the tops of your class news columns are rather clever. The Hanoverian, Hanover, Mass. — You have a most credit- able literary department. The Steve7is Broadcast, Maine. — Your newspaper is one of the best we have received through the exchange. The head- lines and cartoons are especially good. The Stampede, Dallas, Texas. — We were very much pleased to receive a school magazine — (and such an excellent one, too) — from so far away a place as Texas. Both literary and exchange departments were especially noteworthy, and the jokes speak (or laugh) for themselves. BOYS' BASKET BALL TEAMS THE CHIMES 37 BOYS' ATHLETICS Ernest Dillon The boys' basket ball team had a fairly successful year. The team started with only one veteran of last year's team available for the season. The squad consisted of I. Bongarzone, A. Chase, P. Chase, J. O'Connor, L. Rice, J. Stewart, S. Short, G. Lowell, V. Sten- beck and J. Young. The scores of the games were as follow s: Hanover, 56 Scituate, 5 Marshfield, 32 Scituate, 6 Scituate, 20 Pembroke, 8 Hanover, 35 Scituate, 5 Scituate, 15 Norwell, 7 Duxbury, 30 Scituate, 10 Duxbury, 25 Scituate, 11 Scituate, 32 Pembroke, 9 Norwell, 31 Scituate, 9 Scituate, 18 Marshfield, 17 The league standing for the season of 1928 was as follows: Team W. L. Per. Hanover , , 10 0 1.000 8 2 .800 Norwell , . , 6 4 .600 Scituate . . . . . . 4 6 .400 Marshfield . . . . 2 8 .200 Pembroke . . . . 0 10 .000 Soon after the basket ball season was over, baseball was started ; and after a few practices the following squad was picked : A. Chase, P. Chase, I. Bongarzone, S. Short, V. Sten- beck, L. Rice, J. Stewart, F. Murphy, J. O'Connor, E. Nichols, L. Smith, and F. Gosewisch. The schedule of games for the season is as below: April 27 — Pembroke at Scituate May 1 — Scituate at Hanover 38 THE CHIMES May 2— Marshfield at Scituate May 4 — Scituate at Duxbury May 8 — Scituate at Pembroke May 9 — Duxbury at Scituate May 11 — Scituate at Cohasset May 15 — Kingston at Scituate May 18— Scituate at Norwell May 22 — Scituate at Kingston May 29— Hanover at Scituate June 1 — Norwell at Scituate June 5 — Cohasset at Scituate The boys started the baseball season right by defeating: Pembroke at Scituate 26-8. The batteries for Scituate were Stenbeck, Rice and Bongarzone ; for Pembroke, Pickells, Ev- erson, and Sheffield. Score by innings : Innings . . . . 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 R. Scituate , , 1 2 7 1 2 6 7 26 Pembroke . . .. 1 0 0 2 0 2 3 8 Line-up for Scituate : Stenbeck, Rice, p Bongarzone, c P. Chase, lb S. Short, 2b Murphy, 3b O'Connor. Gosewich, ss Nichols, Smith, rf A. Chase, cf Stewart, If GIRLS' ATHLETICS BASKET BALL Gretchen Schuyler, '28 This year's basket ball season was more successful than some of the scores seem to indicate. Three of the games were lost by one basket. The last game with Duxbury ended in a 24-24 tie. During the season the team won four games, lost five, and tied one. Two other games were played with Ab- ington High School, which is not in the league. Both of these games were lost. Although this record doesn't seem a great accomplishment, it is an improvement on last season's games. With Mr. Riley, coach; Gertrude Wherity, manager; and Gretchen Schuyler, captain, the squad worked hard and well in practice and games. The sauad was made up of V. Ainslee, D. Biasey, D. Burbank, P. Cole. F. Fitts, E. Gosewish, A, Healy, P. Hyland, J. Prouty. G. Schuyler, and J. Welch. Dorothea Biasey was picked for the All-League team which is an honor both to 'Dot and the school. The following games were played : THE CHIMES 39 Jan. 6 — Hanover, 15 Scituate, 13 Jan. 13— Marshfield, 21 Scituate, 17 Jan. 20 — Pembroke, 14 Scituate, 42 Jan. 27 — Hanover, 6 Scituate, 27 Feb. 7— Norwell, 39 Scituate, 20 Feb. 9— Duxbury, 23 Scituate, 4 Feb. 16— Abington, 29 Scituate, 27 Feb. 17— Duxbury, 24 Scituate, 24 Feb. 28— Pembroke, 9 Scituate, 32 Mar. 6— Norwell, 15 Scituate, 22 Mar. 13— Marshfield, 21 Scituate, 6 BASEBALL Only a few girls reported for practice this spring under the direction of Coach ''Bob Riley. The team is fast getting into shape even though the rainy weather and the loss of several valuable players have hampered the squad. The schedule, as far as it has been completed, is as follows : April 30 — Scituate at Hingham May 17 — Bridgewater at Scituate May 3 — Hingham at Scituate June 4 — Cohasset at Scituate May 16 — Scituate at Cohasset June 7 — Scituate at Bridgewater GIRLS' BASKET BALL TEAIMS 40 THE CHIMES JOKES Rice — Coach, I can't get my locker shut. Coach Riley — 'Take your shoes out. ❖ S. Short — You're a poet and don't know it ; your feet show it; they're Longfellows. C. Mitchell— Say, you're getting Whittier and Whittier. Dillon — ' Know anything about Shakespeare's works? Delay— What kind of a factory is it? :iJ Teacher — Now, Jimmy, what happened when the cow jumped over the moon? Jimmy — Somebody got the idea for vanishing cream. ❖ p. Chase — Can I borrow a cigarette? Bung — Well you ought to be able to; you've had prac- tice enough. Student — Did you really understand the scientific lecture you heard last night? Another Bluff — No, but that didn't matter; I had a free ticket. ❖ L. Smith — Do you know Shakespeare well? S. Turner — G'wan, you can't kid me; Shakespeare is dead. ❖ ❖ Sam Tilden — You have ten potatoes and have to divide them between three persons. What do you do? Joe Healy— Mash them. Teacher — Tommy, what is one-half of one- tenth? Tommy — I don't know but it can't be very much. Compliments of HIGH SCHOOL CAFETERIA Compliments of Compliments of BOUND BROOK DR. and MRS. GARAGE T. B. ALEXANDER NORTH SCITUAl E THE CHIMES 41 Compliments of NATHANIEL TILDEN Real Estate F. J. STORY NORTH SCITUATE, MASS. Grain and Supply Co. Patronize Chimes Advertisers 42 THE CHIMES Front Street Compliments of Sales Service Co., Inc. The Sunny Store FORD AGENCY DOMINICK DI PIRRO, Manager FRONT STREET, SCITUATE, MASS. Bailey's Block Telephone Scituate 98 NORTH SCITUATE Compliments THE of WILLIAM A. 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