Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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.

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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

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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.