Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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22 THE CHIMES hronoln him up here taithfiill)- and safely. After this he lowered his head, and prayed to the Great Spirit in the Indian lani nai e, and asked him to help these men, and to repay the wliite peoi)le for what they had done to the In- dians. As it darkened, from the foot of the mountain the other Indians saw the hgure on the horse. They knew who it was and they all prayed for the Indian who had come to the end of his life and also to the end of the trail. ROO I XI A is for Alwilda, beloved of an Earl, B stands for Fjresnahan who ' s somewhat of a churl. C is for Carleton, always late-but it ' s the bus ' ' D stands for delay, the best thing Jerry does. E is for Elizabeth, as cjuiet as a mouse, F stands for Frances, heard all o ' er the house. G is for George D wight, a buddy to us all, H stands for Humphrey who sleeps right through the call. I is for each one of us, sure he leads the rest J stands for Joe Barry who never is a pest. K is for Eleanor Kent so dainty and petite L stands for Lowell who always looks so neat. ] I is for ] Iurphy — he never comes on time N stands for Nichols — our two would make a dime. O is for orders by which ] Iiss Craig does rule P stands for Peters who stays not after school O is for John Quinn, a chemist of renown R stands for Lucian whose sneezing makes us frown. S is for Selwyn — the girls just think he ' s grand T is for Tilden wdio loves a foreign land. U is for understanding wdiich cometh soon or late y stands for A ' irginia — two girls and not one state. is for the AMlders, athletes both a re they X stands for excuses to go l3ut not to stay Y is for Mildred Young, an artist soon she ' ll be And Z stands for the end of this but not of you and me. AXOXYMOUS Bunnv : I heard your car has a wonderful pickup. Bud : How is that ? Bunny : Picked up two blondes in one block.

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THE CHIMES 21 My Story from the Painting THE END OF THE TRAIL Ellen Merritt, ' 33 Probably everyone has seen the painting The End of the Trail. This painting has been copied by other artists but the real painting itself is beautiful. It is symbolic of the Indians ' last stand. It is a picture of an Indian mounted one a brown horse whose head is lowered and tail drooped. The Indian has a spear under his arm and his head is lower- ed as if he were praying for help as he realizes that he has no chance of seeing his friends again. The Indian and the horse are on what seems to be the top of a mountain or a cliff at sunset. The sky has the most beautiful colors of the rainbow in it. The picture itself is really a story and all people may have different opinions as to what it means. The story which I derive from this painting seems to me what it really means; but, of course your ideas may be dif- ferent. My story is as follows : About two hundred or more years ago, the Indians had a struggle with the white people of this country. This was most likely on account of the white people ' s driving the Indians back and cutting down their trees for the build- ing of houses. The white people also killed the animals and wild birds which caused them to decrease. The Indians having stood this long enough, became angry, and they decided to fight for their own rights. The setting of this would probably be in New Hampshire, near the mountains or near the ocean. The battle was started by the Indians attacking the white people on a bright summer afternoon. They fought all the afternoon, the white people holding the victories. They had killed many of the Indians, and those not killed were scattered away from the rest. In the middle of the afternoon, the white people w ere fighting against nine brave Indians. This struggle did not last long; all of the Indians but one had been killed. This one got onto one of the horses, and was riding away when he was shot by one of the white men, which later caused his death. He rode on and on, until at sunset, he reached the top of a mountain which he loved. In his younger life, he had played at this very spot and he had planned to be buried there. He halted the horse and took his last look at the beautiful scenery, as he knew he was dying. He patted the horse which had

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THE CHIMES 23 HOW THE GRAND CANYON GOT THAT WAY Robert Bresnahan, ' 30 Now, children, pull your chairs up closer and I will tell you how the Grand Canyon of Colorado came to be. Many thousands of years ago, before the Great Glacier came, this earth was populated by people who were just as intelligent as we are. The people who lived where we do today called themselves Americans and John Smith was just as popular a name then as it is now. These people v ere great cheese eaters. They ate slices of new cheese instead of bread. For dessert, they ate cheese that was five or ten years old and for Christmas dessert they ate fifty- year-old cheese. One day John Smith decided that he would make a cheese and keep it until it was the oldest one in the world. Of course he knew that he couldn ' t eat the cheese himself but he meant that cheese to be an heirloom to be passed on from generation to generation until it was five hundred years old. John did his work well and the cheese was a masterpiece. His sons and grandsons were very faithful about taking care of it; but each grandson, as he came to own it, had a more difficult task because even a fifty year old cheese has a rather powerful odor. On its three hundredth birthday, John Smith, 10th, donned his rubber suit and gas mask and moved the cheese from its lead case to a nice new steel one. The lead case was badly corroded and hardly a fit place for such a noble cheese. On its four hundredth birthday, a man in a deep sea diving outfit poured it into a glass lined marble box for the cheese was almost liquid by then. The suit fell off the poor man before he could get far enough away and he died immediately. At last the day arrived. The cheese was five hundred years old. This time a me- chanical man put the cheese into a granite box lined with glass and steeL The robot put the cheese in its case, into a radio-controlled airplane; and the president of the United States pressed the button that was to send the plane and its terrible cargo half way across the Pacific ocean and all the way to the bottom. But, the cheese was getting stronger every minute. It made a small hole in the side of the box and a drop fell out. It landed on a new steel and concrete railroad bridge just three minutes before the fast express did. There were only two survivors of that most mysteri- ous train wreck. By that time the glass and steel were