Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES 21 person. Oh, how my weaknesses are emphasized, yet if I struck you, you pale-faced genius, you woukl collapse like a rag. Shakespeare : My dear friend, can ' t we discuss this elsewhere? The very wind has ears and I can ' t afford to get in wrong with my multitude of fans. SCITUATE HIGH SCHOOL CINEMAS Virginia Cole, ' 32 ' ' An American Tragedy — after you have shown the por- tentous report card to your father. ' ' Come on, Marines — Mr. Gillespie ' s war cry to those who come in late from their showers. ' ' The Hunchback of Notre Dame — Lucien Rousseau over- burdened with homework. The Guardsman — at the Cafeteria door. Daybreak — time to be thinking of getting up if you have any hopes of catching that orange bus. The Sphinx Has Spoken — Maynard Huntley in History Class. The Lady of the Lions — the first girl in line in front of the mirror at recess. The Reckless Hour — 8th period- Rain or Shine — school at S. H. S. Battle of the Centuries — trying to make your teacher ac- cept your alibi for coming into class late. The Ruling Voice ' ' — the one who can be heard the loudest in class meetings. •• Heaven on Earth — vacation. Caught Short — when you get so excited in Burke ' s speech on Conciliation that you forget the gum in the roof of your mouth. The Secret Call — Satan ' s voice tempting you to skip gym. Smart AVomen — those who can read their shorthand notes after taking them down at 100 words a minute.

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20 THE CHIMES say, am constant as the northern star. for ' ' I AM con- stant as the northern star. Shakespeare : I concede that point to you- You are ' ' constant as the northern star, but, man, the whole world knows that only Shakespeare could have written that clever line. Moreover, the whole world knows that your Gallic Wars is stupid literature without one wdiit of humor or tragedy in it. Caesar : Oh, so you ' re jealous ! There aren ' t many peo- ple in the world that don ' t know that all Gaul is divided into three parts. Shakespeare : Gaul is not divided into three parts. In fact there is no Gaul. Caesar : Oh really, most brilliant master of the pen I Then I guess that the commander of all Gaul doesn ' t know anything about Gaul — eh? Shakespeare : You are decidedly behind the times. Caesar : I want to know why you wrote a play w ' ith the mighty Caesar in it and killed him off in the third act. Man, you are a writer, but you do not know how to handle a plot when you try to bring Caesar in. His very name breathes courage, and it should fill the pages to the very end — Caesar, Caesar, Caesar, always Caesar. Shakespeare : What ego ! Caesar : Caesar first, last, and always ! You put in a lifeleiss puppet; that is the Caesar who made the world a Roman world. A curse on your pen ! You senseless crea- ture, you could not be stirred by the stupendous victories and the greatness of Caesar. No! You glorify Brutus, the traitor, the slayer. Ah, it is Brutus this and Bru- tus that. Brutus is supposed to be honorable. Caesar is ambitious. Surely, he is ambitious and proud of it! I tell you, you blockhead, the pages should be full of Caesar — Caesar ! ! For two cookies such as good Calpurnia makes I would strike you to the ground and stride over you as though you were the dust on the wayside. What have you to say to that? Shakespeare: (mildly) I am speechless. Caesar: I walk across the stage. I am a sick sort of

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22 THE CHIMES RAMBLE WITH ME Harriet Poland, ' 34 Rani1)le with me along the little village street where flowers and blossoms are gaily waving to and fro. Above us the cool wand is blowing very gently throug h the trees whose leaf buds are fresh and green. Let us stop and ad- mire this simple little cottage by the side of the road. It is soft yellow in color, with green trimmings blending with the various plant life and shubbery surrounding it. A row of birches bend gracefully over the street, hiding the little house from our view. At one side is a neat little vegetable garden where someone is kneeling in the soft earth, caring for the seedlings. We find a homey and cozy atmosphere pervading it, and feel as though we should be welcome there at any time. A little farther along we stop and gaze at the peaceful little pond below us. The deep blue of the sky lends a still deeper blue to the water. Someone is can- oeing silently along its banks, gathering water lilies. A kingfisher, having just arrived, attracts our attention as he rattles to tell the whole world that this is Jiis pond. Now, ramble with me up the little lane to the old farm- house. Near by is a meadow, where a group of children are playing. There is a large barn at one side where va- rious farming implements can be seen. A garden, off at a little distance, is spotted with men who work from morning till night. The farmhouse itself needs a coat of paint and numerous repairs. It has an air of marked simplicity — a typical farmhouse. Raml)le with me along a cart path in the woods sur- rounding this old house. On either side of us we find a little brook babbling merrily over the pebbles. Let us stop and listen to it for a moment. It seems to say, Come along! Come along! ' ' Indeed, we wish we could, but we are lured on by the twisting and twirling path ahead of us. Each corner brings some new surprise. But stop. Down in that little shaded nook is a bunny, nil bling the tender young plants. We try to approach him stealthily. He seems rather friendly, Init whenever we get about six feet from him, with a flip of his stubby tail, he hops into the bushes. Curious to explore the woods around us, we peep