Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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.

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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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22 THE CHIMES HAPPINESS 'The secret of hapiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one has to do. This is a saying of Barries'. There are hundreds of short sentences like it holding the solu- tions of as many men for the secret of happin ess. They are many of them different, yet fundamentally the same. Perhaps every individual has his own problem of finding happiness, must work it out, and solve it to his satisfaction. It takes often a life time to solve that problem to one's satisfaction, for we often ask so much for happiness when it might take so little to satisfy us, if we could but give things their value in proportion. Great men and famous have given to the world, through mottoes and quotations, their synonyms for happiness. Some, a very few, are Service, Contentment, Friendship, Faith, Understanding, Work, Charity, and Love. If you distilled and refined all these definitions together, you might find the most perfect synonym for Happiness. But these are the ideas of great thinkers, writers, and philosophers. What are the ideas of us common, everyday, easy-going people? We rarely stop to seriously figure out whys and wherefores of our desires until we are shocked into it by some outstanding event that knocks down our conventionalized, taken-for-granted, smug little conceptions. Most of us merely know that we want some- thing, happiness, but instead of one definite goal, it is disguised under countless minor objects and more immediate, petty joys. It seems to me to depend directly on the character, possibly the environment, the means, and hopes of the person, where and how he will find his own special road to happiness. Those who find happiness in Service are sometimes people who have been so hurt and driven from their selfish (uncon- sciously so in some cases) standards that they have turned to Service as a last resort and there found peace in entirely losing themselves. Formerly they may have refused to listen to inner summons for duty so that the long, hard way of experience could be their only lesson. A few fortunate people are born with the innate love of Service in their characters and have not such a devious path to follow. Could it be that in some former existence they reached that state and they are now getting their bearings by aiding others while preparing for the next jump? There are so many, many kinds of Service and it is so intermingled with Love and Faith and Work that it is impossible to dissect it and explain it like a dead mouse in a laboratory. Happiness in Contentment is hard for me to understand. It is desperately hard for some people to find happiness by liking what they have to do. I think it is right for people to try to better their conditions not only for their own sake, but for that of the new generation. If we did not wish for better things, there would be no progress. I have never seen, nor can I conceive of, anyone who is so perfect and conceited