Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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12 THE CHIMES A SEA TALE Charles Shiiltz, ' 33 ' ' Come on, Grandpa, please tell us a story about a ship wrecked at sea, pleaded Jack and Jane. ' 11, to tell you for the last time, I have no tale to tell you that you haven ' t already heard, but nevertheless I will endeavor to tell you the story of how the good ship Booth weathered one of the most severe storms that happened on the Atlantic in 1917. ' ' The ship, an old bark, was commanded by Captain Ed- ivard H. Booth for whom the boat was named. ' ' Edward Booth, nicknamed Ed, was a strong, sturdy, vell-built man of fifty-three, who had sailed in all the sev- en seas, and knew every knot there ever was. He was bound for the West Indies with a cargo of lum- ber, and had put to sea the morning of January 15, 1917 with ten men. The weather was calm for the first two or three days, but as they came further down the coast, the weather grew colder until the thermometer dropped to zero. The sky darkened and the rain l egan to fall just as Mother Nature drew the curtain over the sun. All the sails were ordered down except the main sail and foresail. ' ' The storm broke at 7.15 p. m. and lasted until the next morning. During that time, three of the masts had been ripped away, and what sails were left were of no use. The storm began with a light breeze that rose to a severe gale; next came the thunder and lightning, then rain, turning to hail stones, and then to a driving sleet. They shot off guns and found that they had drifted many miles off their course. At midnight the second mate came in and reported that he had seen a light off the starboard side. The captain looked at his compass and then at his chart, and ordered the w4ieel hard over, but it was too late. The ship struck Harding ' s Ledge off the Boston Light. The waves pounded on the side of the boat; the remaining two masts were ripped off, ind the ship sank w-ith all hands. ' ' That was the story of the ship Booth that sailed the win- try sea that night of January 18, 1917. Gee ! That sure was a good story, exclaimed Jack. You bet it was, Grandpa, said Jane. ll, now you have heard the story, you must go to bed because you have to go to school tomorrow. Good-night.

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THE CHIMES 11 tcike it. Doing all your work since we ' ve been married, without a vacation. Yessir, I ' m going! I ' m going tomor- rom. I ' ve got my bag all packed and everything — At this point she burst out crying. It was too much for her. It was the first time she had dared to speak like that to her husband. Hiram wasn ' t exactly one to be feared but he had a certain air about him that made one feel rather uneasy in his presence. Why, Hannah, don ' t cry. I didn ' t know you cared so much as all that about it. Why, I guess we can go. W e can get Susie Whittaker to come over and keep house for the men. I guess I won ' t hire another man yet, and the chicken house can go; — I don ' t exactly need it. Wdiat do you mean wc? You ' re not going; are you? Why, Hiram! ' ' ' Well, now I guess it w on ' t do any hurt; will it? X-no, but you haven ' t enough money. Oh, don ' t w orry aljout that. I guess I can dig up enough. You go ahead and pack my bag. And, Hannah, you might send her a telegram so she ' ll be expecting us. ' Y-yes Hiram. Hiram ' s word had ruled a ain. FRIEND CHICKADEE Charles Colman, ' 32 A sharp little chirp chirp comes from a tree On the clear cold winter ' s air, Miich tells me that friend chickadee Is out for his daily fare; And from a snow y l ranch he chirps, Friend chickadee is here. Fie flits about from branch to branch AWthout the slightest fear; And chirps to me the whole day long With all his merry cheer To tell the whole fantastic w orld, Friend chickadee is here. And when the blust ' ry winter gale Has left it cold and bleak, And all the life has left the trail To seek some warm retreat, I still can hear the chirp chirp chirp Friend chickadee is here.

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THE CHIMES TO DO OR NOT TO DO Her1)ert Dwyer, ' 30 To do, or not to do ! that is the question : Whether ' tis nol)ler in the mind to suffer The D ' s and E s of outrageous lessons Or to take pens against pages of French And by doing so end them ? To work : to study No more ; and by an A to say we end The heart- ache and the thousand parental shocks That offsprings are heir to; ' tis a report card Devoutly to be wished. To work ; to study To study; perchance to finish, — Aye there ' s the rub; For in that trial of finishing, what daydreams may come When we have trotted off to school, Must give us pause; there ' s the respect That makes dreary so long a day. P or who would bear the gibes and words of teachers, The pupil ' s wrong, the proud boy ' s detention The pangs of despised chem, the test ' s delay The insolence of marks, and the torture That patient merit of the worthy takes When he himself his lilieration might make. But that the thought of something worse than school, The unknown working world from whose dread bourne No school pupil returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? DAW N Frances Alexander, ' 31 The dawn comes up in silence In a beautiful silvery blue And over the whole dominion Spreads many a different hue. The cock in the distance is crowing And the ground is covered with dew x s there on the waves of the ocean The dawn creeps slowly through.