Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES 19 encountered here, as few people have the same ideas on a subject like this. There is romance in anything a person likes, — romance in the sense of a greater enjoyment than can be expressed. Romance of aviation is the desire to study areo- nautics, to enjoy watching the graceful silver birds, and to fly. Man has always wanted to fly. Do you remember in myth- ology the story of Daedalus and Icarus? That story expresses most vividly some of the recent attempts. Icarus failed by being too adventurous. However, that attempt was not in vain, nor has any attempt been made in vain ; something has been learned from all, — 'To him who attempted and to him who conquered. Both are equally important. Experience is the greatest teacher and aviation will be a success ! A great success ! HOW ABOUT A FOOTBALL GAME? Football ! How tempting that word sounds to the ears of a football fan. As soon as the football season opens, all other work and forms of amusements are suspended. What does the football fan care for a day's joy ride through the country, when he can hop into his car and go to the football field and feast his eyes on that game we call ''footbalF'? What does he care for rain, snow, sleet, or hail, or for the blustering wind? None of these can keep him home. Even the youngest gener- ation is there, pouring forth as loudly as the older people. Probably most of them do not know which side are the oppon- ents, but still they must make some noise. First we see the opposing teams bending over. One of the fellows from one side is giving the signals. He gives the number. They start to run, but they clash. Nothing is gained. One fellow kicks the ball ; another fellow on the opposing team gets it. He fumbles. A cheer arises from the crowd who are against his team. Then they start again. This time one of the men on the opposite team gets the ball. He runs. The goal post is a few yards away. He runs faster, his antag- onists at his heels, trying to ''tackle him. He is just a little way ahead of them. His eyes are hard upon the goal and his hands hard upon the ball. The crowd is cheering and scream- ing. This is the exciting moment ! Ah ! he stumbles and slides past the goal post. A touchdown ! A touchdown ! The crowd is about exhausted from screaming, but the game is won! Victory for one side. Defeat for the other. Then the cheering squad gets together, and with their yells and cheers plus the fans' shouting, the game is at an end. The teams walk from the field, happiness on the faces of half the crowd, and the noise subsides. If you once go to a football game and see how interesting and thrilling the game really is, you will forget about every- thing, excepting to cheer and shout for the team you wish would win. And eventually you too will become one of those creatures, called a football fan. Priscilla Dunbar, '31.

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18 THE CHIMES could see those fifty-three happy youths winding their way into the darkness of the cave. About two years after my visit to the cave I found myself in a small out-of-the-way station in Texas. I had about two hours to wait before my train came and I had nothing to do. Finally in desperation I removed from a crack under the door an old newspaper, which had been placed there to keep the air out. In an obscure corner I noticed a paragraph which said that Thunder Cave had been at last explored by means of an opening made by a thunder storm. In it were found many skeletons which were believed to belong to the party of youths which were lost in this cave over forty years ago. It was thought that they might have been killed by fragments of rock dislodged by thunder or devoured by the huge vampire bats. It added that the entrance was to be sealed up to prevent similar tragedies from happening. Catherine Healy, '30. AVIATION The May morning of a year in the twentieth century dawned clear and bright. The sun rose in all its glory from the crest of the Atlantic and bathed the shore for miles with its rosy glow. Not so far away sat a figure on the top of a hill watch- ing the sunrise. What was that person doing at that time and in that place? Reaching for the most unattainable thing in the world ; that is, trying to understand herself. Many were the times when that person had tried to understand herself but without success. Suddenly her heart skipped a beat and she sprang to her feet. Nothing was in sight, but instinctively she turned her eyes to the western horizon. Soon the sound of a motor was heard and a tiny speck appeared. She fol- lowed the flight of the huge silver-winged biplane with her eyes until it once again was hidden in the morning mist.- Another may glance upward and shiver, saying to himself, ''Those things will never be satisfactory. How could he say a thing like that ! Aviation is romance, chance ; the progress of the ages depends on aviation. Already it has been used as a device for the quick transportation of mail. To be sure it has not been perfected ; nothing can be made perfect over night. But it is certain that someday flying will be as com- mon as riding in automobiles. It must be; an invention like flying was not discovered to be forgotten. Perhaps the desire to fly has been expressed by some of the younger generation. It is doubtful if it has been met with willing consent. Maybe the answer received was similar to this: ''What! Are you foolish! You'd be killed. Airplanes are not safe. Don't you dare go up in one of those things ! Disappointed and down- cast he turns away with the meek answer, But I want to fly. What is the romance in flying? Serious arguments may be

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THE CHIMES A WINTER'S NIGHT The shadows dance on the water; A pathway of light can be seen, A jagged edge of brightness, And a bright and shining gleam. Soon after the clouds have drifted, And all that's left in the sky Are the crystals of God's Kingdom Yet sparkling — up so high. Hester Fish, '29. THE STARS How they twinkle in the sky. These tiny stars away up high ; They twinkle and blink, and blink again, Like flashing lights in a dark, dark den. We see them scattered in the heavens. In groups of sixes and of sevens; A lone star here, and a group of them there, — All are flashing and doing their share. Ruth Dwyer, '29. SEPTEMBER DUSK The music of the waterfall Sounds through the woodland's tree-arch'd hall. A mist of asters on the hill, — The tree toads and the crickets shrill, The night birds join in harmony The sylvan, vesper symphony. The western sun sends shadows rich To every glen and vine-grown niche. The dying light enflames the world With her last banners all unfurl'd. Then falls behind the flame tipp'd line Of evergreen and spruce and pine. The darkness steals so softly in With the crescent all silv'ry thin. The pale stars turn to red and gold, And deep night reigns o'er wood and wold. Barbara Colman, '29. CHIMES C for the courage the whole school has shown, H for the help which all have known. I for the interest shown by the crowd M for the management of which we are proud E for the enthusiasm which never shall die S for the school on which we rely. Louise Nichols, '30.