Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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.

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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?

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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