Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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-

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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.

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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