Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

Page 19 text:

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

Page 18 text:

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

Page 20 text:

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