Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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.

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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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THE CHIMES 17 HEAPS OTHINGS Esther Perry, ' 32 Even when Shonnie was a very Httle girl she ' d had an utterly mad streak that cropped out now and then in the form of preference for the rough warmness of the crazy carpet under the huge side board in the living room, to the inviting pillow s of the divan. Grown-up talk interested her immensely, and she ' d sit, wide-eyed, on a hard, extremely uncomfortable chair for hours on end listening gravely, until that inevitable ogre, Sleep, crept out of the shadows in the chimney corner and claimed its due. Then — away to the den under the side board and — what price sleep? A queer young un her grandfather labeled her. A brown paper bag of lobster claws and a spare hour never failed to find her ensconced in the leafiest, most hid- den bower of the apple tree, meditating gravely or reading one of the most grotesque of fairy tales. And now — now that she is seventeen and to all appear- ances a sane and sensible being, she is madder still ! Why only last week I chanced to drop in at her house and as it was raining, a bitter soul-searing downpour, I stretched my damp legs more than gratefully toward the hot blaze that ripped up the chimney place. In ten minutes ' time Shonnie, the mad, appeared on the stair landing. And such a Shonnie ! A ragged tuck-in sweater peeped unashamed between the lapels of a faded green slicker. Pulled low over the turned-up nose and concealing a lone freckle that struggled gravely for existence on its bridge, was a hat — one such as you had never imagined existed ; a black hat, a tipsy, scowling, battered flat hat with an air of having been jammed to the farthest depths of a smelly ragbag and resurrected in a moment of compassion, or hasty need. Shonnie grinned unabashed and continued to plod down the stairs toward me. With each bold step I became more acutely conscious of her shoes ! Why, they flipped and flapped and wavered uncertainly in their descent; and when at last they gained the bottom step, I observed that they reared their heads and growled and squeaked menacingly at the mere thought of even one more tramp. Surely a walk of any length at all would completely annihilate these poor soles, I reflected. ALLEN MEMORIAL LIBRARY - SGIIUAIE. MASS.