Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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.

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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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THE CHIMES 21 PATSY'S REWARD It was visiting day at the Children's Home, and the girls in their clean, blue dresses and starched aprons were sitting primly in the reception hall. A little breeze of excitement swept over the room when the visitors, mostly women coming for publicity, came in. Mrs. Clark, the matron, began to smil- ingly introduce the girls. At the very end of the line was Patsy Field. Patsy had come to the home a year before ; but being shy of the other girls, and not being particularly pretty, she was not liked by the other girls. And this is Patsy Field, Mrs. Clark said as she introduced her to a lady in silks. ''Oh, yes, rather cute, but where is the little one with the yellow curls? and the rich lady passed on. Patsy knew she wouldn't be taken, for there were many pretty girls in the home. But deep in her heart was a tiny ray of hope that perhaps some one would want her. As the day passed. Patsy's hopes grew fainter, and her face became sad. ''Well, dearie, why are you looking so sad? a kind voice asked, and a lady with a motherly face looked into Patsy's troubled one. Nothing, mam, only I - I, her voice became choked and she stopped. Didn't anyone want you? the kind voice continued. Well, never mind, some day you will be taken. I've already chosen Sara Lench, only for that I would take you. Patsy gasped, for Sara was very lazy and had a tendency to lie. She started to tell her friend. Sara is awfully — but she checked herself; it wasn't fair to tell on Sara. So she just smiled and said, I'm glad Sara has a chance to go. Two weeks later Patsy was making the beds when a girl came in. Oh, Patsy, a lady wants to see you in the parlor ; I'll finish the beds. Thinks, Patsy said and ran down the stairs, glad that some one wanted her. To her surprise her visitor was the lady who had taken Sara. Your chance has come; hasn't it, dearie? I've come to get you, for Sara has not proved satisfactory. I knew you would get a reward when you wouldn't speak against Sara, the lady said. How would you like to live with me in the country? That night a happy Patsy went to bed in the country and as the moon cast its golden light on her, she sighed peacefully and went to sleep. Julia Healy, '32.