Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES THE LONE SCOUT OF THE SKY George Lowell, '31 The name of Charles A. Lindbergh will go down in history as one of the bravest and most daring of the noted heroes of the country. This young man, hardly out of his teens, sets an example for the American boy of today. He was the first one to span the Atlantic between New York and Paris. Men who were skilled in the ways of aviation had tried and had failed. The mystery of the Atlantic had swallowed them up never to be heard from again. But this dauntless young man in a Ryan Monoplane of 223 horse-power engine, braved che dangers of the treacherous Atlantic and arrived in Paris after a thirty-six hour flight. Charles A. Lindbergh was born in Detroit, Michigan, Feb- ruary 4, 1902. At the age of eighteen he went to college where he took up his favorite subject, Mechanical Engineering. Lindbergh wanted to fly and college was not carrying him the way he wanted. Going to his mother, who was always sympathetic, he told her his plans. Very shortly catalogs of air training courses came from all over the country. He next entered the Nebraska Aircraft Corporation at Lincoln, Nebraska. Here he was in- structed in his first knowledge of aircraft. Lindbergh next entered the army and became an observa- tion pilot of a Jenny Plane. While in the army servic e, he was forced to make parachute jumps seven times. At the age of twenty-one Lindbergh entered the Air Mail Service and became pilot between his native city and Chi- cago. It was while on this service that Lindbergh heard of the Trans-Atlantic race which a man by the name of Orteig was financing. With the aid of others he became interested in this event and gave up his job as air-mail pilot. Drawing the only money he had in the world, Lindbergh purchased a Monoplane and entered the race determined to win. One morning in the eventful summer of 1927 Charles A. Lindbergh, in his tiny monoplane, roared down the take-off and rose in a graceful arc, gained altitude, and headed for the open Atlantic. For thirty-six hours this nation waited in suspense and dread. Then a ship picked up a message which said that Lind- bergh had crossed the English Channel and was expected in Paris every minute. What joy swept over this country! Factories, schools, stores, and trains ceased their work to praise Lindbergh. This Lone Scout of the Sky has been honored in many European countries and has received the highest medal of valor that a flyer ever received. Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh accomplished one of the most important additions to science ever made. For his re- ward he chooses to continue his services in the Air Mail.

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24 THE CHIMES could return to their ''mother ship after doing their duty. The immediate use of the fantail would be in the trans- portation of business men to their work from their summer homes on Long Island and elsewhere. We have copied the flight of the bird of the air and the course of the fish under the sea; but what creature skims over the top of the water with practically no displacement? STORMS Florence Fitts, '28 Lightning flashes, Thunders roar. The cloud passes The storm is o'er. An ugly frown, A silent tear. A glance around And smiles appear. DAWN Carolyn Poland, '29 Slowly the dawn came up from the east And awoke the world from its night of peace. The first early rays of coming light Slew the grey shadows left by the night, Who, knowing his enemy Day was arriving, Fled in due haste from his rays so beguiling. The sky in the east once dark and cold Became tinted with light, orange and gold. Slowly but surely up popped the sun, Flooded the earth, and a new day had begun. THE SEA Anna Healy, '28 I love the salty smell of the damp sea air As it blows in from the miisty sea. I love to listen to the screaming gulls As they float in the sky over me. I love to w atch the fishermen As they go chugging out of the bay, And listen to their engines As they grow fainter and die away. I often wonder as I stand on the rocks And listen to the wild waves' roar, If they sound the same to others When they pound on a foreign shore.

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THE CHIMES SPRING Margaret Short, '29 Soft white clouds are in the sky, Soft white milkweed floating by; All these signs are sure to say, Spring is really on the way. Yellow crocusses are peeping. From the ground where they were sleeping, All the birds are chirping cheerily. And the children singing merrily. ODE TO THE FLIVVER Dorothy Wilder, '28 How queer to our eyes is the sight of some ''flivvers Jouncing and bouncing all over the road. They squeal, and they rattle ; they give us the quivers While of ''sweet flappers , they carry a load. The flivver's now passing from our habitation; It's being replaced both by pomp and by style. The flappers to follow in coming generations Will have other buggies to cover the mile. THE NATIVES OF SCITUATE Ethyl Tierney, '29 There is fishing, boating, mossing, golfing, Almost everything for sporting. The people are always kind and gay And ready to help you find your way. The sky is always bright and blue And happiness waits right here for you. If you don't believe it, then come and see This little place right by the sea. Happy people come to meet you Smiling faces always greet you. Come to see us, do not wait — We are the natives of Scituate. THE OLD APPLE TREE Priscilla Cole, '28 Out in the orchard, standing With its face held towards the sky Is a w onderful, old apple tree Its beauty none can deny. The sun lingers lovingly round it; 'Tis there birds build their nests ; 'Tis crowned with beauty in summer. And in winter a snow -crowned crest.