Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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18 THE CHIMES features were fine and his skin was fair. His face seemed to glow witli an inner radiance, and his eyes were very bright bhie. Tie was dressed in the style of the nineteenth century, and his shirt was open at the neck, giving him a boyish look. Suddenly the ugly red plush train seats, the dirty smoky windows and the other passengers disappeared. Catherine and the young man were seated alone on the grass beneath a tall Eucalyptus tree, looking out over the hills that sloped down to a small lake. The sun was an orange ball in tjie western sky; its light falling on the wild poppies seemed to enflame the hillsides. The two watched the pageant of the setting sun breathlessly, and when the sky was blue and gray in the twilight and a cool autumn breeze stirred the poppies gently, Catherine said, Oh, Shelley, if only I could leave a part of as much beauty in the woVld when I die as the sun leaves on the horizon Avhen it disappears in the evening. Shelley smiled and said, You can. You can have and give beauty. YouVe a part of that that you see, and you can enter where it is, wdiere you see it in the sky — for you know the way. Shelley, we can go into the sunset? We can? Oh, come. Catherine ' s eyes were big- She threw her head back and laughed. Shelley, the west wind is here; see the — ' Leaves are driven like ghosts From an enchanter fleeing. Oh, wild west wind ' The conductor looked at Catherine and said, I guess she ' s asleep. Well, asleep or not, ' ' shrilled the fat lady, this is our section and she ' ll have to move. The boy with the freckles, evidently the fat lady ' s son, said, Xaw, she ' s bugs. He tapped his head significantly. Catherine looked up, suddenly wide awake. But not potato bugs, she said triumphantly. A Senior

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THE CHIMES 17 POTATO BUGS Catherine looked up from the duH earth at the hright red and yellow of the sky. She watched a small cloud pass through the brilliant colors, — watched it fade from a flame color to pale pink as it drifted away to the east; and she saw the sun hidden by a larger cloud and the light falling over the edges. Catherine forgot the potatoes in the drab earth, forgot her dirty hands and old cotton dress. She was, for a mo- ment, part of that beauty in the sky; she was up there in the clouds; the sky was her world and that cloud her castle. Cath— erine, Cath— erine. Catherine started. That shrill voice brought her back to earth, but the light that had come to her eyes lingered and her cheeks were glowing. ' ' Catherine, hur ry. Her mother ' s voice seemed to scrape along the ground. It reminded one of dishpans and clothespins, and the Fuller Brush man. Catherine even fancied she saw a small squirrel scamper away in great fright at the sound. She laughed and, picking up her bucket of newly-dug potatoes, walked slowly back to the house. ' ' Oh, Kate, said her mother, your Aunt Jennie wrote and wants to know if you ' d like to come up there for a short visit and kinda help out a bit durin ' harvest. Isn ' t that fine? You ' ve never been up there, y ' know. You can take your nice blue dress and wear that brown one Mrs. Murray gave you and — And an old dress for the potato patch, put in Cather- ine. Catherine enjoyed the excitement of the crowded station, the bustling noisy people and the shouting porter. She liked to imagine about the lives of the different travellers and wonder why they hurried so. She got on the train, and when she was seated, she took up a book and lost herself in the charm of Shelley ' s poems. After a while she closed her book and looked up. Oh, hello, Catherine spoke to a young man who had seated himself opposite her. He was a tall, slim man, with long, brown hair- His SCITUATE. M SS

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THE CHIMES 19 IF CAESAR MET SHAKESPEARE Doris Overland, ' 34 (This scene is halfway between London and Rome. Shakespeare enters carrying a pen and scroll. Caesar en- ters with attendants. He starts angrily toward Shakes- peare, who looks up from his scroll in mild surprise.) Caesar : Here you ! You ' re the fellow I want ! Shakespeare : Leave me ! I am deep in meditation. Ah yes ! ' ' Romeo says to Juliet — Caesar: (with a sneer) Writing another one of your best sellers ? Shakespeare: (indignantly) I beg your pardon! I caught a whit of sarcasm in your voice. Caesar : Sarcasm and more too ! Shakespeare: Who are you? Caesar : Do you hear, gods on Mount Olympus ? There is a man who does not know Caesar when he meets him face to face. Shakespeare : Ah yes ! I wrote a play on a Roman Emperor. Ah, yes, Caesar was the name. He did not impress me much in some ways, but I saw that his life ha d dramatic value. Caesar: Have I, Julius Caesar, nothing to say about how my life should be written? Should a person of high birth have his vices and virtues open to the derision of the common people? Shakespeare : But, of course, I thought you were dead. Caesar: Ha! I surprised you; didn ' t I? I am con- stant as the northern star. Shakespeare : Kindly refrain from cpioting my plays. You do not appreciate them. Caesar : Quote you ? Ah no ! As a child I have stood before proud parents and cried, ' T am constant as the northern star. In school when confronted by a problem whose solution was very difficult, I would cry out, ' T am constant as the northern star. Before the Senate filled with those old in body and older in reasoning, I cried out, ' T am constant as the northern star. All through Rome they cried out, Caesar is constant as the northern star! Lo! he is that constant ! I have always said, and shall always