Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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28 THE CHIMES Now John I)rown was receiving his third inocul ' ition, or in other words, the equivalent of going- to the old fashioned colleges for eight years. It must have worked especially fast on him hecause w hen he cut his hand, he asked his perplex- ed motlier for Hexylresorcinal Solution instead of just plain S. T. 37. ' ' As it took the serun.i only a day to work, Johr; started immediately to look for a job. He started out in his ' ' Rolls Rosie. ' ' a twenty-four cylinder, one thousand horse-power, four-passenger, convertible se ' dan. It had a front wheel drive and since it had a two-hundred-inch w heelbase, the front and rear w heels turned at once, making it very easy to ])ark. The body of the machine was all aluminum, wdth the exception of the top. John must have explored pretty nearly the whole of Alas- sachusetts when he heard that jobs were in plenty in lars; so he got out his airplane. This w as a four-passenger, low-winged monoplane, propelled by smokeless, flashless rockets, and it would travel at an average of seven ninety miles an hour for a distance of nine or ten billion miles. John claimed it cost about one cent for every two hundred miles to run. As he had crossed to Mars only four times, he considered himself an amateur. I guess the rumor of jobs bemg plen- tiful was all wTong because John couldn ' t find a job any- where. How ever, at the last minute John received a radio call from his father telling him that the president of the Brown Pickle Factory ' ' had resigned and that his father wanted him to come and fill the vacancy. W e can ' t but feel a bit sorry for John, who struggled along with so few advantages, trying to make his way in the world. Life guar,d : ' ' How much can you carry? Applicant : Two hundred pounds. Life guard : Supposing there was a woman weighing four hundred pounds out there in the w ater drowning; what would you do? Applicant : I ' d make tw o trips !

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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.

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THE CHIMES 29 MONSTER Esther Perry, ' 32 Tlie seething sea is awful The way it gnashes and moans ! Each wave w eaves a speh of horror, And roars Hke an angry whale. The hoats are lashing in terror — Ropes writhing like serpent ' s tails. The gulls wail like frightened babies And the foam gives the fish up — dead. Can it be that God, has forsaken, In this hour of dread? The spray dashes to bits a cottage And some lover ' s dream meets its death. The sea casts up it tribute — Seaweed as funeral wreathes. Then, laughing like gruesome thunder It turns and rumbling forsakes. ' Leaving a mass of broken souls And storm-rackqd homes in its wake. Now — only a short two days later. It ' s returned to its innocent hue But, now it is branded — ' Traitor! ' Death lurks ' neath beguiling blue. MY PICTURE Dorothy Spear, ' 34 We w ere having our pictures taken; ' ' Smile, said the picture man, If I were only a senior, I w ould smile the best I can. Three years from now, if I succeed, A senior I shall be. And for the picture man Til smile Eor happy, then, I ' ll be.