Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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10 THE CHIMES insane son to put nail holes in the root. In this case the only alternative was rubber nails, but as these were unheard of, the antenna was put up in the regular w ay (when the father was in town on business). Upon the father ' s home- coming, the antenna, proudly floating in the breeze, met his gaze. The lead-in was brought in through a hole in the window (made by an accidental push on the pane). Next came the set; alas, in those days the tuning coil stretched from attic to cellar, or kitchen to parlor depend- ing on the experimenter ' s aim of efficiency, and conden- sers were made from mother ' s preserving jars and tinfoil from tobacco tins. Variable condensers were attempted, but few indeed were the fellows who could make them. The galena crystal detector was cherished by the Fiend more than that precious yellow metal and was necessary, O Ether God, if Germany was to be heard on long waves. The next step of the Fiend was to get platinum contacts for his crystal. Acid spilled on the new rug was just an in- cident, slivers of galena in father ' s feet just an accident, :but! the disappearance of mother ' s platinum pin! Well, it must have fallen down the sink. Great massive switches of long ago w re procured by tireless trips to second-hand junk shops, converted into lightning change-over switches, and screwed under the w indow sill. But now when the amateur settles comfortably in his easy chair, puts his hand to his key interrupting a beam of light turning on his transmitter, and starts to C Q he wonders if everything is a dream (sometimes.) THE COMMON THINGS Skippy, ' 32 The day ' s common noises Thrown together make a song; The plain sparrows hunting For food, a happy throng; The busy droning, life ' s common happenings, Woven together make life ' s happiness.

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THE CHIMES 9 First in War, first in Peace, — a superiority rare in the history of great men, — Washington held the army and the cause together by his inexhaustible patience, courage and bravery. He had no fear. Washington was as great a statesman as he was a soldier. He was destined to become the Father of His Country, and his experience in war ripened his wisdom when he became President. He was not a great orator, but it is said that ' ' actions speak louder than words. Walshington was able to plan wisely for the future because when he had to choose or decide anything, he considered the country as a whole and chose what he though t would bring it the most lasting benefit, also because he was free from party favoring and strong in his nationalism. Wt, therefore, the citizens of the United States of Amer- ica, should all participate, young and old, in the coming cele- bration of the Bicentennial of George Washington ' s Birth- day. The least one can do is to read his biographies and to understand this ideal hero of the ages better than we ever have know n him before. OLD REMEMBRANCES Alan Webster, ' 33 Gone are the days of the spark and transformer radio amateur. In the good old days the blue flame used to shoot across the electrodes and throw a pale blue light on the drawn features of the Fiend at the throttle. The house lights for miles around were very perceptibly dimmed as the key was depressed in the sending of a thunderous O S T (meaning, If anyone hears this, for Pete ' s sake let me know,) on Allah-only-knows-what wave length. In those days beginings were attempted w ith a Ford coil. These little ether microbes caused more naval opera- tors and government inspectors to take to drink than any other known reason. Then, by fair means or foul, the Fiend must get his antenna erected. Many obstacles must be overcome, especially the father ' s refusal to allow his

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THE CHIMES 11 MY VISIT TO THE DOG SHOW Laura Cogswell, ' 35 This year I had the good fortune to be able to attend the Twentieth Annual Dog Show in Mechanics ' Building, Bos- ton. One thousand fifty dogs, the aristocracy of dogdom, were assembled there from the leading kennels of America, Canada, and England. Every champion crowned at the ' Westminster Show in New York was present. As I entered the large exhibition hall, a serenade of vari- ous barks greeted my ears. Row upon row of wire cages were lined across the hall. I walked up and down the aisles looking at every dog. Some were barking, some were howling, and others were quietly resting. Many champions had beautiful silver cups on the bedding beside them. The dignified Saint Bernards and Newfoundlands lay quiet ex- cept for a wag of the tail when someone stopped to admire them, but the noisy little fox terriers kept up an incessant barking. A few of the champions to catch my eye were George West ' s champion. Gamecock Duke of Wales; Mrs. Florence B. Ilch ' s handsome collie, Lucason of Ashtead O ' Bellhaven; S. S. Van Dine ' s Heather Reveller of Spor- ran, a Scotch terrier; Leonard Buck ' s Great My Own; Elizabeth Loring ' s Champion Seafarer, a huge Newfound- land; and Mrs. William Dreer ' s Shetland sheepdog, Wee laird O ' Downfield. There were many, many others too numerous to name. The West Highland white terriers owned honors offered for their breed. On Wednesday, the last day of the show. The Great My Own, an inky black, proud little cocker spaniel, owned by- Leonard Buck, was judged best in the show. Of all the dogs, my favorites were the wee Shetland sheepdogs and the collies. Shetland sheepdogs are like miniature collies. They weigh only from seven to fifteen pounds and are the dearest little dogs imaginable. The col- lies always have been my favorite dogs and probably al- ways will be. They are quite large and very handsome. Altogether I think my visit to the Dog Show was a most enjoyable experience.