Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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

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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.

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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