Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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18 THE CHIMES of the shingles torn off. I ' he newspapers have 1ieen full of stirrint - items, lately, about the storm, and they rei)orted alxHit $3,000,000 worth of damage along the coast. When T returned home again, after viewing all that destruction, it seemed a miracle to n.ie that our house was intact while every other cottage along the beach had 1)een damaged. I don ' t believe there ' s anything that can do more damage tlian a strong wind and a very high tide in an unprotected area. AND THAT ' S HOW THE STORY GOES Marguerite McCaffrey, ' 33 9.00 a. in. Doctor to Mrs. Black: ' ' Well, Mrs. Black, Em sure Susie will be all right. She has quite a bad cold, but you needn ' t worry. You go dow n to Mr. Snickem ' s pharmacy and get this pre- scription fillqd. Susie will be fit as a fiddle in a few days. Good-by. 9.10 a. m. Mrs. Black to Druggist: Good morning, Mr. Snickems, I w ant this prescrip- tion filled, if you please. Susie is sick — a very bad cold. It is almost a case of the grippe. Oh dear! It ' s one thing after another. Good day. 9.11 a. III. Druggist to his wife, Mrs. Snickems: You upstairs, Emma? Mrs. Black was just in and she said Susie Black has the grippe. Wouldn ' t surprise me if she got pneumonia out of it. Mrs. Snickems: Land sakes alive! You don ' t say. I ' ll have to go over and tell Miss Stubbins. Pneumonia — goodness gracious Agnes ! Miss Stubbins can arrange for the Busy Bee Club to send her some fruit. 9.20 7. Mrs. Snickems to Miss Stubins: Hello, Miss Stubbins, Eve got some terrible new s. Susie Black has pneumonia. Isn ' t that awful? Anid that is how Susie ' s bad cold developed into pneumonia in twenty minutes.

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THE CHIMES 17 Great mountainous waves are rolling in and every now and then when one much larger than the rest hreaks, it throws spray high up on the beach. The tide washed nearly up to our front steps, and thirty-one inches of water entered our cellar and put out the furnace fire. This storm happened to fall on a full moon and a natural run of high tides, so it is much more furious than it ordinarily would be. Late in the evening, the snow started forming into drifts, where- as before, it melted as soon as it struck the ground. Tliiirs., March 5 This morning the sun was shining and it had almost stopped snowing, but the wind was still blowing and the tide was running high. There was no school today, prob- ably due to the uncertainty of the weather. Many summer residents were down to se e what damage had been done to their cottages, b ut many of those who were unable to come down telephoned our house, and wq told them th. ' j results of the storm — as much as we knew at this time. The sea is mountainous, and while I was up on the beach v, atching it, the waves washed right across the Point and down into a lower level which we call the Meadow. This level lies right in the middle of the peninsula of land known as Light- house Point, and is much low er than the land surrounding it. For about a week after the storm, this Meadow was trans- formed into a pond containing quite a depth of salt w ater which either seeped through the rocks on the beach, ct which was carried over the beach in the form of spray from extra large waves. The fury of the wind threatened to knock me off my feet, and the spray dampened me so that I had to go home and change my clothes. The force of the water also changed the positions of some of the rocks on the breakw ater, and one large boulder (Grandfather said that one rock must have weighed at least five tons) was washed to an upright position on the top of the breakwater. It seems unbelievable that the tide can lift such heavy rocks! After lunch I walked around the beach to view the damage done to the cottages. From the Point to Shore Acres as far as I went, there was not a cottage undamaged ! On every one, either the roof had been staved in, the piazza knocked down, the under-pinning washed away, or some mEN MEMORIAL LIBRAKX SCITUATE. MASSu

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THE CHIMES 19 FISHING Selwyn H. Chipman, ' 31 When the sun has just liegiin to shoot grey streaks across the horizon, anonuncing its coming and the start of a beautiful day, the fisherman becomes alert and starts pre- parations for a long day ' s hike. The lunch, tackle, and bait packed, he is ready to go, after the speedy and glut- tonous devouring of a big breakfast. He dons l:is coat, picks up his pole and bait box, and is off for the day. Onward he trudges to the song of birds and the whisper of leaves. He whistles a snatch from some melodious strain as he thinks of the big ones that will lie flopping in his basket before his quest is done. Onward he trudges, his bamboo pole raising a cloud of dust as it trails along behind him. He swings along jaun- tily, filled wnth the spirit and beauty of the surrounding forest and aware of that wonderful sensation of being per- fectly burdenless and carefree. Onward he trudges as the day becomes warmer. Once, he pause sas he sees a deer slipping from view among the softly murmuring trees. Again he pauses as a partridge whirs from beside his path. His trip is an interesting one and he finally arrives at the bank of the stream, where the slap of a beaver ' s tail announces his coming. He surveys the rippled water with pride and compliments himself on his choice of fishing grounds. After slaking his thirst with the cool brook-water, he sits on the ground with his back against a tree and contentedly dines on his meager lunch of a few dry sandwiches. The lonely place, its beauty, the brightly blazing sun — all fill him with the desire to tip his hat over his eyes and sleep there peacefully for the rest of his life. His reverie does not last long, how ever, for the vicious bite of a little black fly brings him swiftly back to the realiz- ation that he must smear his face and hands, neck and ears, and any other exposed part of his being upon w ' iich the numerous little pests are so content to dine, with some so- lution distasteful to the palate of these aforesaid n.uisances. This task done, he quickly prepares his tackle and casts his