Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES 15 ' Triscilla Spear! the judges called. She pla ed the calls selected hy the judges, and oh! the applause which greeted her at the end from her fellow-mates. Peggy idreaded the time when she would play and come back with no one to applaud her, for of sourse she had no troop to be cheered by. Several others went through the same process with loud applause. Peggy Dexter! ' ' She trembled as she came forward. She was assigned to play taps. The mellow notes sounded across the arena. Every girl stood at attention. There was no one to cheer her as the others had been cheered. She had come alone. Her heart sank. Again she was com- manded to play. At the final call the whole hall burst into a spontaneous cheer for the lone scout. There was no doubt in the hearts of anyone but that she had won the prize. She, a lone scout, ha4 won the long cherished cup. THE OLD SCITUATE LIGHTHOUSE Ruth Spear, ' 34 The lighthouse stands o ' erlooking the sea, And Scituate of it well proud may be, — The oldest lighthouse on the shore; There may be other lights galore; But its light has saved many men from death; When close on them was the ocean ' s breath. ' Twas this tower that hid the Army of Two When the lurking danger was known to few; — Erom out behind the granite tower, Cedar trees making a lofty bower : Came the sound of drum and fife, That in old Scituate saved many a life. Servant: The Doctor is here. Absent-minded Professor: I can ' t see him; tell him I ' m sick.

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14 THE CHIMES THE LONE SCOUT Harriet Poland, ' 34 Toot — toot — toot — toot — etc. There, mother! How did that sound ? ' ' Perfect, came the reply. Peggy Dexter, tired out, sank down in a comfortable chair. No one could have prac- tised so faithfully as she had, day after day, on her bugle. She was a lone scout, without a captain, and in no troop. She ha,il to get her Girl Scout training by communicating with other scout leaders. The scouts were holding a con- test for buglars and drummers. Tomorrow was the day ! Where ' s that polish that I use for my bugle, mother? I can ' t find it anywhere. — Oh, never mind. I see It. Are you ironing my suit? All right. Peggy ' s head was all a whirl with bugles, suits and what not. She was very thankful when it came time for her to snuggle into bed and close her eyes. ' ' Wake up, Peggy ! Breakfast is all ready for you and it ' s late. ' ' Ho-hum! Why don ' t they make nights longer? She ate her breakfast hurriedly, and before long the clear notes of the bugle could be hea]i d from the music room. Mother, do you suppose Ell have half a chance, with all the other girls who are so much older and more experienced than I? Of course you will ! There ' s not a girl among them that can play as well as you. She asked such questions as these as she put on her suit, shined her Inigle, and tidied herself. Before she knew it, she was on the train and soon had landed at the building where the contest was to be held ! She was frightened when she, alone, went in among the crowd of girls. No one seemed to notice her. Everyone ])ut her had a chum to laugh and talk with. At last all were seated and everything was quiet. The drummers ' contest came first, but she didn ' t even notice that they w re playing at all. Next came the buglers.

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16 THE CHIMES THE STORM Excerpts From My Diary, 1931 Helen Spear, ' 33 Tiics., March 3 There ' s l)een a strong, blustery wind blowing all the af- ternoon. Toward evening it began to snow lightly, but as the night progressqld, the wind and snow both increased, making a very disagreeable night. As I write this, the wind from the northeast is singing and whistling around the corners of the house at a terrific rate of speed, giving me a w eird and unpleasant feeling. If it continues this way much longer, there will l)e a gale instead of a northeast storm. The tide is almost up over the street now (at 10 o ' clock P. AI.), though it isn ' t scheduled to be high until 10.45 P. M. Wed, March 4 I got up this morning to find that the blizzard was still raging and driving sleet and snow, seemingly, froni three or four directions at the same time. On account of the increasing fury of the weather, we were dismissr:d from school at two o ' clock this afternoon. This morning the eleven-foot tide increased to a height of thirteen feet and eight inches and certainly did a lot of damage. It came over the roads at the Sandhills, leaving rocks, sand, and wreckage of various sorts strewn in its path. Tlie foun- dations of many summer cottages wxre damaged, and there were dangerous gullies where the tide had washed out sec- tions of the street. It hadn ' t entirely decreased after school, so we had to take the roundabout way home to our house. Upon arriving there, I immediately dressed in warm cloth- ing and went out to face the gale. I enjoy so much l eing out in such a storm with the wind and sleet beating up against me ! I walked down along Sandy Beach and no- ticed that the sidewalks hr-id been damaged and much sand had been washed across the street. Many cottag ' es had also been damaged, and already there were many sight-seers out to see the storm and wreckage. But the surf is beautiful!