Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES 15 At a party a nig ' ht or two after, Mary Lou appeared — and such a Mary Lou. Gone were the high heels and the ear rings. Gone was the long- flop])y skirt, for a simple, dress of medium length. And last hut not least, gone was the happy smile. A rather wistful one had taken its place. There was no douht about it; Mary Lou had reformed. She certainly had been doing some heavy thinking. She sat quietly in a big chair beside the fire-place, and by her- self. No amount of coaxing could get her to give her us- ual exhibition dance and song. A month passed and Mary Lou ' s marks in school gradu- ally rose. But her spirits sunk. Her friends stood it as long as they could. They simply could not get along with- out Mary Lou. WHiy, she must be going dippy! they said among them. At last Mary Lou broke, too. She would drop this role she was playing and be herself. But she would keep on with her studying and she would get that valedictory. At the next party, she arrived and all the fellows and girls exclaimed with wonder and admiration. She had gone back to the long skirts and the high heels, and never had her ear rings been so long. Her hair was short and in ringlets, and never l efore had her smile been so gay and beautiful. Well, we ' re glad you came to and decided to live, they cried. So am L Come on, gang, she cried. The article said that the younger generation w as terrible but I think it is darn good. And she ran to the center of the floor and started the Breakaway rolling. DAWN Louise Nichols, ' 31 Where the early dawn is breaking And the shadows swiftly flee, The sun its course is making On every leaf and tree. ' Tis there that w e awaken To a new and sparkling world. To find the night ' s forsaken And the sun its flag unfurled.

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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.

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16 TTIE CHIMES A SPRINC; DAY IN THE WOODS Helen Spear, ' 33 What ciicliantiiii ' sounds 1 hear as I walk through the V(H)(ls! 1 stand erect for a moment to listen. I hear a little ]]rook hahhling- merrily toward the sea. It seems to invite nie to drink of its clear water and dip my feet in it ' this warm spring day. I hear the leaves of oak and hirch trees rustling as a gentle hreeze passes through them. I move on a short distance, l)ut pause to listen as a small hird calls to his mate. He calls in an anxious tone and, as he does not hear his mate, he calls again. Receiving no answer this time, he flies away, deciding that she has gone else- where. W alking on, I come to some pine trees whispering to each other as the crows caw loudly over their heads. As I move father on, dry twigs crackle under my feet. Hark! what is that sweet tone breaking through the stillness of the for- est? It is a songster clearly singing his spring song to his audience, the babbling blook, the rustling trees, and the whis- pering pines. Perhaps the pines are wdiispering about his beautiful song. How much nicer in the springtime are Nature ' s sounds than those of the city! THE CRY OE SPRING Jeanette Nichols, ' 31 What is it that makes us smile sometimes. When other times we ' d sigh, When the bright red sun has risen above And the earth ' wakes with the cry? Why is it on a bright spring morn, We wake and are happy and gay, And shout with gladness all day long ' Til the very last sign of clay? The reason is this as you may have guessed. That spring brings nothing but cheer; The flowers, the birds, nature and all Seem to awake and hear. So let us, when we start to frown. Remember that spring is here, And set to work with a willing hand That will drive away all fear.