Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES 11 trying to get started; those who are trying to get past the breakers. They are waiting for a lull ; their whole lives are at stake and yet they dare not venture forth. ''Nothing ven- tured, nothing have is still true. This may also apply to those who are trying to scrape up enough courage to even wade in. They are in a wore predicament than any ; they are afraid of life ! Then there is another group who, even in mildest terms, would be called quitters and cowards, those who having had but the slightest experience in life have become discouraged and dropped out of the race entirely. Finally, our thoughts turn to that swimmer, far out, breaking the waves, pressing forward. Are we not most interested in him? Does he not typify our ideal? Let us try our best to profit by the experi- ence of others ; let us be wise ; let us always be ready to lend a helping hand to a struggling brother; let us, each one, en- deavor to be strong, steady, successful swimmers on this great sea of life. Nellie Mitchell, '29. THE ADVANTAGES OF LIVING IN THE COUNTRY There is not a time in spring, summer, winter, or autumn when boys of the country are not enjoying themselves to the highest degree. In the spring when the buds begin to burst and the birds begin to flock in from the South, the country boy has the most exhilarating thrills to start out the year with. The trees and plants, like human beings, are starting a new life. All this calls him and when Saturday comes along, he leaves his studies and shoulders his fishing rod. On his way to the stream or pond he breathes in with zest the pure invigorating air, free from impurities. Perhaps when he passes a corner of a stone wall, he comes suddenly on a family of young skunks ; or while passing a bush, is startled with the sudden flight of a mother bird from her nest. As the spring slowly melts into summer, the water warms, and the flowers bloom. The swimming hole, free from factory oils and diseases, rings with laughter and the splashing of water by the boys. And after the swim, back to the garden pulling up weeds. Oh ! What life ! All summer long is spent in the great out-of-doors, boating, fishing, swimming, and gar- dening. Then follows winter. Though cold and boisterous it brings sliding, skating, and skiing, and the wonderful art of Jack Frost to cheer us. Though all life seems to be dead, we feel something in the air cheering us up with the remembrance of summer. Can you blame a boy when he says, ''Me for the country ? Charles Colman, '32.

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10 THE CHIMES tudes in ringing notes of loyalty this se lfsame defense of his school's principles. Now school is the time to show your school spirit. Pay your dues. Go to the games. Cheer your loudest. Defend your school. And show your loyalty by getting many subscriptions for the Chimes. You have heard the call Respond ! Herbert Dwyer, '30. THE SEA OF LIFE While sitting on the beach one day this summer, I found myself noting the differences in people, and their different reactions to the sea. There are young people and old ; there are good swimmers and those not so good; there are fearless and fearful, — all splashing about in the same great ocean. Some of the so-called swimmers are making remarkable headway with powerful strokes, but their strength lasts for only a short period of time, and when they gain but a few yards, they become tired and cease to swim. Then I see another group. It is a group of surf -bathers ; they are near the shore, splashing about and apparently having a wonderful time. And yet again, there are some who are trying to teach others to swim. Both parties seem to be struggling and swallowing several gallons of very salt water. The waves are quite high and a few of the swim- mers appear to be having great difficulty in getting past the section where the waves are breaking and the surf is too great to swim ; they seem to be waiting for a lull which never comes. Some are merely standing on the sand, looking at the water and wishing they had the courage to venture in. But worse than these are a few who have just extended their largest toe into the water and have withdrawn it to return and lie upon the beach. Then far out I see a lone swimmer ; his easy, sure stroke proclaims him to be a real swimmer. His progress is slow, but sure ; he is always pushing onward toward his goal. Let us consider. Can we not imagine that this is the sea of life? We are all splashing about in the same sea. The people who are such brilliant swimmers are those who start off with surprising celerity, but who, because of their great exertion, soon are tired and have to stop, and so lose out in this great swim. Then, there are the surf bathers. They are content with the mere surface of things. They find enjoyment in playing, whereas, they might find far greater happiness out in the deep, swimming alone. Those who are endeavoring to help others along deserve great credit; theirs is a praise- worthy lot. They will not only make their own lives more suc- cessful but will make others' lives better too. Theirs, perhaps, may be a hard lot and bitter, but in teaching others their experience will help them. Now we come to those who are

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12 THE CHIMES JEANNINE'S DECISION Jeannine lay back on her rose, silken pillows and gave a sigh of contentment. How wonderful life was ! Just to lie in bed, no cares, no worry. Just dream, drift. . . . She took a sip of coffee and glanced about her room, so bright, airy, luxurious in its rose-colored tints. Oh, how wonderful it was to lie there with nothing to do ! She was sure no one could be any happier than she. She was awakened with a start from such blissful throughts at the entrance of a trim, neat maid with a tray. She placed the tray on the bed with a Your mail. Miss Jeannine. After an exchange of pleasant words, the maid went out. Jeannine glanced down on the tray covered with envelopes addressed to her. Another happy thrill ran through her. Her mail ! How she loved her mail ! Her mail was her happiness ! One by one she opened the notes — Tues- day night a theatre party, Wednesday afternoon a tea, Wednesday night a dinner dance, Thursday night a night club, and so on. Jeannine opened excitedly one invitation after an- other, clapping her hands and giving excited squeals at each one that she opened. Think of all the exciting times ahead of her ! Jeannine was one of the most popular debutantes of the season. She had just made her debut a short while ago, and was finding the social life of New York thrilling indeed. Jeannine, as a small girl, had always lived in a small coun- try town. Her people were like everybody else there, common, and moderately well-to-do. Then her father had found himself suddenly rich, as the result of a business deal, and the family had moved to New York when Jeannine was just seventeen. She was now twenty-two. Having sorted all her mail, Jeannine, with another contented sigh, lay back still further on her pillows. Again she dropped