Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES FRESHMAN INTERPRETATIONS OF ''IF I HAD . . IF I HAD ALADDIN'S LAMP Doris Newcomb, '31 If but Aladdin's Lamp were mine, I would not stop to figure time, But all my years, months, hours and days Would be put to use, puzzling out the maze Of this world of ours ; changing lands and races Putting all in their respective places. If I had Aladdin's Lamp. IF I HAD A MAGIC WAND Frank Vinal, '31 If I had a magic wand And any wish were mine, I'd wish for the largest house in the world. And of servants ninety-nine. Fd wish for anything A person could enjoy. No matter how large the intricate thing. No matter how small the toy. Fd have a thousand comforts And tell my servants ninety-nine. That poor and oppressed people who passed my home Were welcome to stop and dine, And if they needed anything I'd give it free of charge. I'd give this to them willingly. No matter how small or large. If I had a magic wand, These things Fd do ; more too. No matter how small the gift It comes back tenfold to you. IF I HAD A MAGIC WAND Jeanette Nichols, '31 If I but had a magic wand Tc give me everything I wished, I'd invite the people of the world To share my happiness. Then too, if I but had a wand I'd fly the whole world o'er And return to my own land And stay for ever more.

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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.

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THE CHIMES MY MAGIC RUG Ruth Damon, '31 If I but had a magic rug, I would be filled with glee. I'd make believe it was a ship, And sail the deep blue sea. I'd sail right into China town, With all its cues and rice. I'd journey o'er to fair Japan, And make their eyes turn right. From there I'd go to cold Norway, And skim the mountains high. I'd swoop right down to dear old France Where the Paris styles I'd spy. I'd cress the sea to London town. It's famous bridge I'd view. Old Ireland's lucky shamrock see, And dear old Erin, too. But happy journeys all must end, Wherever we may roam. And so I'll turn my magic shiri. And sail for Home Sweet Home. IF I HAD A M AGIC WAND Anna C. Tufts, '31 Oh. for a wand of magic. That I might wield with powers O'er all that is sinful and tragic In this great world of ours. I'd w ave my wand o'er those Who in T3ain linger here And tr nsform their troubles and woes To all that is happy and dear. Over those w ho were frail and weak And those who knew no sight. Above others who could never speak I'd wave my wand at night. I'd change the suffering to joy And w ant, to wealth and esteem And all that would annoy To bliss — full and supreme.