Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMEiS i§ For many months the Northmen stayed in this strange land. There were frequent battles with the hostile Redmen. Now the green of the trees was sprinkled with yellow, and the nights were cold. Arne was almost well. Every day Silver Star, the red-skin- ned maiden, came to him. Her mysterious, dark beauty intrigued him, and although he did not understand her words, he could read her every expression. Finally the Northmen prepared to return home. Arne, slimmer and a bit frail, moved languidly amidst the preparations. Come, Arne! ' ' cried Eric jovially. Think of the light in old Solvieg ' s eyes ! No, replied Arne slowly. I think rather of the beautiful, dark one who saved me from death, and I wonder why she did so. Not far away Silver Star was pleading with her father, a mighty hunter. Father, I cannot wed Bear Man. He is a powerful hunter and a good brave, luit the pale one has my heart. With that she fled through the forest toward the shore. She found Arne among the departing Vikings. She pressed his hand, and her eyes were luminous. It was as if words were spoken. Among you there is he who marries! cried Arne to the little band. Come, marry us ! But, Arne, exclaimed Eric, you know not what you do! She is dark; her hair is like night; her eyes — ! Beautiful, Eric, beautiful! laughed Arne. There on the shore they were married in the bright, clear sun-light of autumn. Then they embarked for home, and Silver Star went gladly with Arne, for she could not foresee the time when she would be waiting and waiting and waiting with the women of the North. THE STREAM Robert Chessia, ' 37 The silvery waters of the stream Bring back to life some happy dream; They seem to give a thought to me As on they journey to the sea. Away they flow o ' er rock and field A song of happiness they yield. And many a heart of both girl and boy Is filled to the brim with contentment and joy.

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14 THE CHIMEiS sparkling streams that gushed up out of the earth. This was a fruitful land, yielding sweet nectar, delicious foods. This was Val- halla ! Surely they had died ! They nuist have perished in thai dark, turl)ulent sea ! Finally they sat down to rest on a grassy knoll overlooking a deep pine forest, hut they had not rested long before they were surround- ed by strange men, mysterious, red-skinned men with hair as black as a stormy night sky. The Northmen jumped up as one creature and reached for their knives with strong fingers. Who are you? demanded the intrepid Lief. What race are you? Are you men? Arne felt dark arms encircle him. With a shout of horror he jumped back and freed himself. A fierce battle ensued. Both the Northmen and the Redmen fought, driven by a terrible fear of their mysterious foe, and eventually the Northmen were the victors, though bruised and battered victors. Bearing their wounded and dying on their shoulders, they returned to the shore. Exhausted they lay down on the warm sand. With his blue eyes closed, Arne lay a little apart from the rest, lay like a great tree felled in the forest, lay a picture of ruined strength, of spent vigor. The vision of old Solvieg passed before him, old Sol- vieg, weeping, lonely, waiting, hoping. Take care of her, Leif — Eric — somebody! Take care of her! It is not good for old, old women to be alone! Eric raised his head wearily. At the sight of Arne he rose and rushed toward him. Leif followed. Arne! Man, you are hurt! shouted Eric. Why didn ' t you cry out? It was that red devil ! Leif slowly shook his head over Arne ' s still form. Only a few moments and the angels will l)e bearing him upward. he murmured. At this moment a red-skinned maiden came forward. She was slim and light-footed, and wore a leather gown worked in bright beads. There was dreadful fear in her black eyes, but the lovely mouth was firm. She had ol)served the battle from the forest. She had seen the strange, pale, strong warrior leap with agility among the flashing knives and twisting bodies; she had seen him spring, to the defense of his comrade with the glorious daring of youth, sud- denly writhe in pain, and stumble silently toward the shore after the others. Gathering some herbs, she had followed them. A pul- sating fear had seized her heart, but she had kept on. Now the sight of him lying so quiet gave her courage. She waved the others away, and to their amazement she began treating his w ounds.

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16 THE CHIMES IT ' S SPRING Harriet Poland, ' 34 A cool breeze is blowing through my hair. It l rings with it a fragrance suggestive of awakening flowers and plants. The trees above me rustle and seem to whisper tales to each other. Soft bil- lowy clouds move slowly across the azure heavens. The clothes on the line sway l)ack and forth gently with each breath of wind. The glow of the sun sheds a delicious warmth over the earth. T marvel at all this, for truly, was it not only yesterday that cruel bit- ing winds were blowing, that blinding snow storms raged, and that we sat shivering by our firesides ? Just above me a robin proclaims his joyous song; dow ny chicka- dees flit here and there. In the distance I hear the flicker calling loudly and the woodpecker hammering for his food. From the pond across the street comes the peeping of the frogs — to me, a most agreeable sound. The hens roam idly about, seeming to enjoy their newly-acquired freedom. Sir Pomposity, the rooster, takes a mighty whiff of the air, flaps his wings with great gusto and announces to all the world that he is lord and master of his domain. The mother hen clucks and the baby chicks come running at her call. From a neighboring yard I hear the pounding of hammers and the humming of saws. The voices of children at play sound from a nearby field. A cool breeze is blowing — the trees above me are rustling — soft clouds are moving across the sky — the birds are singing — all nature is stirring. Why certainly ! It ' s spring in my back yard ! THE EARLY HISTORY OF THE AIRPLANE Dudley Wade, ' 37 One of the first persons to become interested in aviation wa Leonardo da inci. He was the first real student of flight, and his sketches show many principles which are in use today. It was found at an early date that propellers or devices which bore through the air were necessary for propulsion. At first the efforts of man were toward the imitation of bird flght, that of flap- ping wings, but this was later found to be impractical. John String- fellow was the first man to make a successful model of an airplane. His model flew about forty yards. Langely was one of the first Americans to develop successful air- planes. He designed steam-driven models, one of which flew for half a mile. He constructed two full-size airplanes, but they met with