Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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26 THE CHIMES THE GOLDEN DOME Of all the awe-inspiring memories of childhood days, that of the Golden Dome is the only one that can still send a thrill through my body and warm shivers up and down the length of my spine. From the day that I was ''knee high to a grasshopper ' hardly large enough to tug open one of the drawers under the pantry shelves and planting both tiny feet squarely in the middle of the spandy clean table linen, secure a firm grip on the object of my labors, the Golden Dome has been my in- spiration. Many are the reverent glances that the fourth shelf in Gram's pantry has received, for there reposes the Golden Dome. It sits there black and solemn and uninteresting, — uninteresting until my roving eye glimpses its beaming face which grins tauntingly. After I stare at it a while with round wondering eyes, the uncanny twinkling and beaconing of its bright face get under my skin. Then begins the construction of the stairs which will enable me to reach the desired goal. Many breathless seconds elapse as the drawers are pulled out one by one, and after many puffings and bumpings of the head the fourth shelf is reached. Reverently and with trembling fingers, the grinning demi- god is lifted from its place and opened. Captain Kidd's treasure was indeed mediocre when com- pared with the wealth that issues forth from the yawning gap which is the laughing mouth of the Golden Dome ! Great, fat, round, sugary doughnuts with — Oh ! such a tantalizing odor; plump golden-brown cream cakes which fairly ooze sweet, yellow cream when you bite into them ; thin crispy crunchy sugar cookies that crackle merrily as they are pushed helter skelter into a pink mouth ; and slim dainty lady fingers freshly powdered like soft, white fleecy clouds ! Oh ! the Golden Dome of Heaven itself could cover no greater treasures than does the gleaming Golden Dome of the fourth shelf. Esther Perry, '32. THE SEA IN SEASON A summer sea is calm and smooth. With baby waves that scarcely move ; While roughened with the North Wind bold Stands winter sea — gray, sullen, cold. The summer sea, with its caress Rolls in upon the shore at rest ; The sea in winter, with its fangs. Lashes and snarls at the stony sands. But whether 'tis rough and raging wild Or whether 'tis calm and peaceful and mild, 'Tis beauty, in an artist's sight, And to paint it, is his heart's delight. Judith Partridge, '29.

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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.

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THE CHIMES 27 THE RACE OF LIFE The race of life is going on around us every day ; The little tasks that we perform take us farther on our way. Each day should find us nearer to the goal at the end of the race, And our shining deeds should show themselves on each and every face. If we set out at the start of the race with a worried look or frown, It's ten to one we'll find ourselves going quickly down — Down the line to the very end where the doleful always land. And there in order to get out we'll need a helping hand. If we set out at the start of the race with a smile and a merry laugh, We'll go along o ur even way, never minding others' chaff. And if we do our very best and try to help someone. We'll find at the very start of the race the battle's nearly won. Margaret Short, '29. THE NEW MOTHER Willie was running away, — where to, he didn't know, and didn't care. For wasn't his father bringing him home a new mother? His mother had died but a year before, and although Willie was young, he still remembered her. Willie didn't want a new mother. He wanted his father all to himself. So he kept on running. He was coming to a small section of woods which Willie knew by heart in the daytime. At night he was afraid there, but he kept on going right into the forest. He knew that the station was at the end of the forest. When he came to an opening, he was all scratched where the briars had caught him. Not looking where he was going, he ran right into a pretty woman carrying two suitcases. She dropped them with a cry, because the force of Willie's bumping into her had almost knocked her down. She then picked Willie UD in her arms. Why, you poor little thing, she exclaimed. ''Where on earth are you going at this time of night? Willie liked her on the instant, so he told her about the new mother his Daddy was bringing home. He wondered why there was a smile on her lips. ''Will you walk home with me? he asked. I surely will, she replied. When they arrived at Willie's house, he learned that his father was very much upset. He soon came out of the house and on seeing the lady, he ran down the steps and put his arms around her. Willie, where have you been? he asked of Willie who had be n standing wide-eyed near by. Willie turned white. His father would whip him if he knew what he had done. But the pretty woman came to his rescue.