Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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24 THE CHIMES completely dissolved and the g ' ranite was half gone. The plane then hegan to hit on only seventeen of its twenty-one cylinders. The president noticed this, and fearing that the cheese wonld fall ont on some city, he changed the course to due south. He was just in time. The cheese ate a hole thru the granite and hegan to spill out. There was a series of tremendous explosions as the (Iroi)s hit the ground. Great holes — some of them over a mile deep and all of them connected — appeared in the earth l elow. For two hundred and seventeen miles, the plane continued to fly, and then as there were only nine cylinders left, it fell. After the Great Glacier came, a river started to flow through this series of holes and soon evened them off so that they resemhled one long trench. Scientists today will tell vou that the river made the canyon, but you and I know better. SPRING Winifred Bartington, ' 33 WHiat makes us want to laugh and smile? What make our hearts to ring? Vhat makes us stop and play awhile? W ' hy! ' Tis the thrill of Spring. We hear the frogs in loud applause. We hear the robins sing. The wood is full of life, because It is awak ' ning Spring. The crocuses stick up their heads, The wild rose fragrance brings, The violets leave their wintry beds. Just because it ' s Spring. The trees show signs of ' wakened life And shelter the blue bird ' s wing. The world forgets all war and strife In the joyousness of Spring. There ' re smiles on all the faces. The towns with laughter ring. Of sorrow there ' re no traces, Because it ' s happy Spring.

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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

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THE CHIMES 25 IE I WERE QUEEN Alwilda Hendrickson, ' 30 Often the words, If I were king, have heen repeated but I shall say, If were queen — . In an old, medieval castle on a mountain top, where the white clouds nestle and rest half-way between earth and sky, is the seat of my regal supremacy. The ascent to the castle is steep and impassable. In the distance, as I can see while out floating in my magic chair, is the most beau- tiful sight that ever the eyes of man have beheld. The slope is green, shading at evening to purple and blue, dotted with faintly perfumed roses, whose thorny stem render my stronghold so inaccessible. The castle, though old, per- fects the scene, and an air of mystery pervades the atmos- phere. Turning my chair homeward, I arrive at the castle gate and float lightly over. The door opens, attended by a trustworthy guard clothed in purple velvet with a jeweled cap. I am carefully lifted from the chair and proceed to go by a golden elevator to my boudoir. Once within, I re- cline on the pale cream satin lounge with a cobwebby cover- let thrown across me, while my beautiful glass slippers are removed. A perfume of orchids fills the air and I know without looking that the Prince Orlando of Andromania has paid his daily tribute. Lanquidly I reach for the silver box which is constantly filled wnth violet-scented chocolates and raspberry bon bons. In a few minutes I must dress for dinner. Shall it be the cerise and black velvet or the dahlia satin? Ah, Marie has brought my yellow taffeta. That will suffice. I descend the curving stairs, regally clothed in a marvel- ous creation. I extend my hand to the Prince — Crash ! Wliat has happened? Did I fall? Ah, w hat a relief — why! where am I ? Dreaming again, I suppose. Yes, and I must finish my home lessons. Queen? Why what are you talking about? Listen if I w ere queen — Miss Elliott (in Com ' l Geography) : What is meant by the term, corn-fed beef? Livia : Would it be corned beef ?