Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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.

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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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14 THE CHnrES MARY LOU REFORMS R uth Damon. ' 31 Mar}- Lou was a verv niodern -oiini;- lach ' . She liked sports and danciiii ' and she was the bestest httle singer for miles around. She was the small ])etite type. Her gold red curls went just perfectly, according to the style, around her head. She perhaps overdid her type a little. She al- ways wore long dangling ear rings. Her dresses had been extremely short. l)ut now that the style had changed, they were extremely long. At a party lary Lou was always the center of attraction, — not just because she was pretty, for really there were prettier girls there, but because she was always lively and h.appy and care free. She owned a low-slung vermillion roadster and she never was in it but there was a crowd with her. Xow lary Lou was a senior in high school; she was to graduate the coming summer. When she graduated, she told her friends she was going to business college. They laughed at her and told her that the only business she would learn would be to stay home and enjoy life. ] Iary Lou had organized a sleigh ride and she was in the best of spirits. Never had they seen her look so happy and snappy as when she was planning it. There were to be two piings of the Gang going. AMiat a good time they had that night. There were about forty of them, all laughing and telling jokes and singing. Some one had a banjo; others, ukes ; and Bill, a live wire, a sax. But in the midst of all this. Alary Lou was imusually quiet. They all took it as a joke and kidded her as the evening wore on and she continued so. Finally, Bill, her old pal, sought her out. after first turning his howler over to some one else. W hat ' s the matter. Lou? ' ' he asked quietly. ' ' Oh, I don ' t know. Alary sighed, glad to have some one to talk seriously to. Before we left, I happened to pick up the paper and I read an article that just set me to thinking. But Fll be all right. She attempted a smile, but it broke piti- fully. You know. Bill, she said, Fve been thinking and L ve decided to quit this life and be more sedate and do some studying. Oh, come on. Snap out of it. Bill said; you know you will get the valedictory as it is. But no one could brighten Alary Lou up.