Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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26 THE CHIMES HOW TUJ : THISTLE REALLY ORIGINATED Ellen Russell Bailey, ' 31 Once upon a time — oh, a long, long- time ago when our great-great-grandfathers were little boys — there lived a very lazy little porcupine in an old den at the top of a steep hill. He lived with his father and mother and they loved him greatly, but of course, at times, they got rather exasperated with him and his laziness. Each morning Baby Porcupine used to take a sun bath on the front door sill while his parents worked hard to get him food and do all their own work besides. One morning Mother Porcupine was very ill and baby Porky, who was really now almost grown up, had to go down the hill to get his own food and help his father. Father thought that if young Porky Jiad to do something it might cure a little of his laziness; but it didn ' t. Each day he kept moving more and more slowly till one day when he stopped to rest, old Grandfather Crow, who was partly a wizard, came by, and seeing him, said, ' ' Some cold day in the very near future, you ' ll freeze that way. And a few minutes later when Porky tried to start up the hill, he found that he couldn ' t move ! He called for help and though Daddy porcupine pulled his hardest, — yes, Porky was rotted to the ground. Three days later there came a great storm and poor Porky turned purple with cold and in a few hours died. In the following spring some children were playing in their back pasture when suddenly one, the eldest giil, hap- pene d to fall on what was left of poor little Porky. She quickly jumped up but was naturally very curious to know what it was. So she took a bag and a knife and dug up the ' funny plant and took it home. On the way home some of the little spears dropped out and grew up into others of their own kind — though, of course, smaller. These are called ' ' thistles now, and there are many in nearly every part of the country.

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THE CHIMES 25 that its mouth would not open wide enough to get them within. But the fact remains that there was no perceptible loss of life among- the bugs. However, the newt seemed to thrive so well that I concluded it must have eaten some min- ute food which could not be distinguished by the naked eye. I changed the moss every two weeks so that it might get a fresh supply of its invisible food. The newt actu- ally grew a half -inch tail during its stay with me. The little fellow was great company at my desk. Some- times I would be led to think that it had escaped it blended so well with the moss, but after a closer examination T would discover it peeping out at me, its long neck arched up like a cobra ready to strike. When I took it from th glass and deposited it on my arm, it would start a race for the concealment of my arm sleeve and often made me burst out laughing with its comical gait. I was deeply moved when one day I looked for the little fellow and found it dead for I had associated many happy memories with it. A DESCRIPTION June Hundrickson, ' 34 Slower fell the feathery flakes, calmer blew the tempes- tuous winds, gradually the storm clouds broke, and then a bright silvery moon sailed majestially past the storm-lined clouds up to her celestial abqde in the wintry sky. In the shimmering rays, the tall gaunt trees stood darkly silhou- etted against the crystal white blanket of snow which had so recently fallen. The wind, still howling , swept through their leafless branches, causing their shadows to look like a spectre host, come from some gloomy underworld to in- vade the now serene and tranquil earth. Off in a distance only the occasional howl of a lone dog broke the — yes, ghastly silence. But the once radiant, shining moon is per- ceptibly waning. Her duty is done for awhile. It is now the reign of the golden sun.

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THE CHIMES 27 THE PILGRIMS Priscilla Dunbar, ' 31 The waves were tossing to and fro Carrying everything in their wake While out in the dark green ocean The sailors seemed to quake. storm is coming, the captain said ' The wind is cold and bleak, The third since we set out to sea Another land to seek. ' ' What have we done to deserve this wrath Of old Father Neptune, when. This little band from another land Set out, a new homeland, to win? Turn back? No never, the captain said, Though our goal and our cause be lost. So all through the night in its sad littl plight The staunch ship trembled and tossed. And when morning came and the sun shone bright. The ship sailed on and on, Ar d this sturdy band from the other land Conquered their goal and won. JUST IMAGINE Paul Bresnahan, ' 33 On September 23, 1999 the children of five, six and sev- en years were inoculated with brain serum, which, as you should know, gives the children their education, immediate- ly and painlessly. The school where they were inoculated was a very beau- tiful building having two large halls which were used for the operating rooms on the twenty-third of September each year, and as recreation rooms during the remaining days. The serum I was telling about is injected three times into the skull of the person. It is harmless, and the skull, being near the brain, acts as a medium for the serum.