Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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24 THE CHIMES THE INVADER A number of years before the cross-word puzzle fad was adopted by the American people, there came into the limelight a new and most fascinating diversion. Although this new out-door sport had been practised in an earlier period, it had never attracted much attention. This game probably originated in some of the European countries. Now for the name of this wondrous game — the simple word Golf. The requisites of this game are one or more players, who are each accompanied by a small youngster car- rying a long, spherical leather or canvas bag in which there are several shafts of wood mounted on one end with flat pieces of iron, projecting out from one side ; a number of small vhite balls ; and a fistful of sand. The sand, having been placed on the ground, the ball is then in turn placed on the mound of sand. The object of the game is to drive the ball as far as possible. A club is selected by the player, who makes a half attempt to hit the little ball. His goal is a distant up- right flag placed in a hole which is surrounded by a law n-like terrace. Upon hitting the ball, the player sets forth to retrieve it. When he finds it, he again makes a brave attempt to drive it nearer the hole. So this game goes on for nine or eighteen holes, at the end of which time the player counts up the number of strokes it took to get the tiny ball into the holes. So much for the description of the game. On a sunny afternoon in early summer one may see at a golf club crowds of men and women playing this famous game, — young men, old men, grandmothers and grandfathers, daughters and sons, all enthusiastic over a few sticks and a handful of golf balls. All the men, whether young or old, wear short pants and shirts with sleeves rolled up, as a costume. It is not a strange sight to see an old man of sixty or seventy years of age wearing this costume of the younger set. Golf is the cause of men's becoming raving maniacs, and of married women's becoming widows. One hears a golfer telling of what a fine score he got that niorning. The next day after a round or two, he becomes so discouraged that he throws his clubs in the pond. It is an aggravating game and one who plays it must have plenty of patience. Nevertheless, this game of ''Golf has ruled suioreme among the richer class of people and will probably continue in popu- larity. George Lowell, '31. THE STORM The winds blew, The trees creaked. And through the sky The lightning streaked.

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THE CHIMES 23 as to be absolutely content with himself and yet be mortal. The only real Contentment I can think of is that state of being content with opportunities given for amelioration, and of real- izing the fairness and full possibilities of such. Cheerfulness must be closely combined with Contentment. Happiness may be found in fine friendships and in Love. Friendship and Understanding of other people and character, and of the philosophies of hfe are beautiful things. It is won- derful to be able to earnestly talk over one's dearest beliefs with an understanding friend who is strong enough to caution and advise truthfully as well as to praise. I will say little about happiness in Love because I am rather doubtful about it and believe there can be none except in a Love great enough to lose and sacrifice self to another's happiness. Happiness in Work is quite common. A person's work may be so thrilling and congenial as to absorb his interest, but it could hardly be perfect without companionship. Service is also interwoven with Charity in Work. The power to originate, to create, and express emotions and ideas in words, with pal- ette and brush, in marble, in the architecture of souls and homes, in mechanics and nature are divine gifts which should be turned to Service in gratitude for their possession. The greatest road to happiness is Faith, the Faith that prompts a man to lose himself, his soul, to find his soul, or God ; for a man's soul is the tiny spark of God's reflection found in every human being, no matter how depraved. Barbara Colman, '29. JUST A SEA STORY If you wish, I'll tell you a story. The way it was told to me — About a sailor and his dory And how they put to sea. The sailor was a good one; The dory, a staunch boat. But when she filled with water She couldn't stay afloat. He bailed and scooped and bailed her Till at last he said with a pout, 'The water comes in much faster Than I'll ever throw it out. And then he thought, 'T'll bore her. He started with a shout, For then said he, The water will Go right on flowing out. As for the sailor and his dory I've never heard them tell. But by their silence, I should judge, Their plan did not work well. John McJennett, P. G.

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THE CHIMES 25 Then in the west A patch of blue, — And soon the sun Shone plainly through. Mildred Young, '30. MY SHIP My ship is coming home to me With treasures from across the sea, With gold and silver, diamonds, pearls, For little boys and little girls, Poor, neglected, orphans from foreign lands. When my ship is anchored, these will be my plans : With the gold I will build for the children dear New homes to keep them from evil fear ; I will hire servants and with silver pay To see that they have care both night and day. The jewels will be for food, clothes, and toys So as to keep them full of joys. All this and more I'll do without fee When my laden ship comes home from sea. Bernadette Lavoine, '32. A FIGURE-FOOLER 9 11 13 15 17 Above is given a rectangle divided into 25 boxes. You are allowed the numbers 1 to 25 to put in these spaces. The same number can not be used twice. The idea is to arrange those numbers in the boxes so as to have their sum in one row equal to 65. If the puzz le is finished correctly you will be able to add 65 in 12 different columns, — five vertical, five horizontal and two diagonal. The figures already given are there to help you start it. See how clever you are. Solution will be given in next issue of the Chimes. Herbert Dwyer, '30.