Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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 ?

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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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26 THE CHIMES RULES A XI) REGULATIONS ' Twas September the ninth and all through the school Miss Craig could he heard, Now this is the rule, In your seats at hve of, and then not a sound ' Til ten after the hour. Then do not bound Eroni your desks — but just wait till I say ' All right ' — then to classes, or here you may stay, If you ' ll speak not a w ord or make not a noise, Just all try to be model girls — model boys, Mien study hour finds me before you all seated. Like ladies and gentlemen you will be treated. If you ' ll just form in line with your slips to be signed And take only five minutes of my precious time. Please don ' t leave your seats till the signal I give Or you ' ll stay after school just as sure as you live AMien you leave Room 11 for work or for game Just sign in my notebook — destination and name Column right — column left — or hot on your track Mr. Cole will send to bring you right l ack. These rules are not of my making you know And I tell them to you just so you may go In the way straight and narrow which leads not to sin But to the diploma you some day w ould win. ANONYMOUS ROBERT BURNS Mary Westington, ' 30 One stormy evening we asked Mother for a story of her travelling experiences and she related this to us. This in- formation she obtained while on her visit to Ireland and Scotland some years ago. She described to us, a wee, stone hunt located in Alloway, a small town on the west coast of Scotland. In this home- like, thatch-roofed cottage on January 25, 1759, Robert Burns was born. On the morning of this great day, it is said that a robin sat on the window sill and sang merrily. Thus the child was given his name; for by his parents and friends he was known as Robin. His home was a crude little dwelling. It was very long and rather low. The floor was made of stone. The fur- niture was of the plainest kind, and in one corner stood the iron crane which held the kettles over the open fireplace. Robin ' ' lived and grew much the same as the other