Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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22 THE CHIMEiS STAND BY! Laura Cogswell, ' 35 Stand by, all stations! Stand by, all Americans! Stand by, the Byrd Expedition! How familiar these words are to most of us by now. They herald the coming of another broadcast by short wave, via Buenos Aires, from Little America ten thousand miles away. Impatiently we lis- ten to the music broadcast to those fifty-six men at the bottom of the world; eagerly we listen to Captain McKinley, a member of the first expedition, as he describes conditions in Antarctica; breathlessly v e turn down the volume of our radios to await the voice of Charlie Murphy saying, ' ' Little America calling America. Charlie Murphy speaking. Then we listen to all the latest news of the men down there. We hear of new cracks in the ice; of sled, plane, and tractor journeys; of narrow and thrilling escapes; and best of all, the voice of Admiral Byrd, explorer and leader of this expedition, his second to the South Polar Regions. The minutes fly so fast that before we know it the time is up, and Charlie Murphy is saying, ' This is station K F Z returning you to civilization. But, everything is not always so perfect. Sometimes the program fails to come through intelligibly, and a disappointed audience has to be content with the reading of wires received during the week. However, even if we don ' t hear it very clearly somtimes, this pro- gram is certainly worth listening to. In seventeen broadcasts, only once has this studio failed to receive any sound whatsoever from Little America. Radio is the only connection Byrd and his men will have with civilization for a year. If anything down there should go wrong — if the barrier should give way — then to quote Admiral Byrd, You might as well try to reach the moon as reach us. THE TALE OF A FLIVVER Jackson Bailey, ' 34 What ' s that snappy vehicle With the l)ig dent in the door? Why, that ' s the class excursion bus Of Nineteen Thirty-Four.

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HE CHIMES Always, Madam, I — he began, but at this point Jacques came up. The woman turned and faced him. ' ' Mon Dieu! ' ' he cried. ' Tt is she! ' ' And thou art the scoundrel for whom I have searched for four- teen years! Now thou shalt pay for thy crimes! the lady cried, with heat. I — I — pray thee, Madam, do not prosecute me ! Jacques cried. ' T kept the boy for his own good ! R — rather, I intended to bring him back, but could not find him — and you ! In his frantic attempts at explanation, Jacques was entangling himself in a maze of lies. ' ' Listen to me, peasant. Well dost thou deserve the guillotine for what thou hast done. But in my joy at finding my child, I will spare thee. See, however, that thou dost never show thyself near one of the Brebeaufs again ! Now go ! Then turning to the amazed boy, the lady clasped him to her bosom. With emotion, she explained that she was his mother. Graphically she drew a picture of two busy parents leaving a young child in the care of a peasant in a market of the far-oflf city of Paris: of their frenzied grief at finding both child and guardian gone when they returned; of fruitless searching years, while, in the meantime, the Brebeaufs had risen to enormous w ealth. Then she told him of her trip to Spain, how the horses had been maddened by the intense heat, and had run away, and then of her sentiments as she recognized her own boy by the birthmark on his neck, and by seeing Jacques. As she finished, Rene asked once again, Then thou art reallv my mother ? And I am Rene Brebeauf ? Yes, child, thou art. Now come, get into our carriage, and we will go to your father at Paris. With a sigh of utter happiness, Rene helped her into the carriage, and they rolled off. THE LARK Margaret Huntley, ' 37 Can you guess what is soaring ever so high. Sweeping up ever onward into the sky? It ' s a joyous lark with free little wings, Flitting and darting as gaily he sings. Upward and upward ever so high Away, far away, to the deep blue sky; Oh, if only everyone could be so free As the joyous lark that flies over the lea.

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THE CHIMES 23 ' Tis faithful as the one hoss shay To those who venture in, And there ' s not a word of protest though It makes an awful din. The car seems very-very-slow On errands for the school; It balks and jerks and sometimes stops, Methinks it ' s like a mule. But when upon our school-room scenes We gladly turn our backs, There ' s nothing in the whole wide world That the old flivver lacks. It slews around the corners and It shimmies to and fro; It doesn ' t seem as if the car Knew how to travel slow. It soon will meet its Waterloo, But there ' s nothing I wish more Than to have it die in the service of The Class of Thirty-four. A NEW DRESS J. Hendrickson, ' 34 Have you ever tried selecting a pattern for a ,dress with the aid of the family? If you have not, take my advice and don ' t try it. You are immediately surrounded with the latest fashion books, and a family with very varying ideas as to how a dress should be made. Mother turns over the pages of one book rapidly; Grandma goes more slowly: Big Sister lingers over various diaphanous creations, and you, you run back and forth among them trying to peep at all the styles at once. Mother sighs; she doesn ' t like any of them in this magazine. May she try another? All, willingly, give up their fashion pages, and a wild scramble to get each other ' s books ensues. A gasp of pleasure is heard from Grandma. (Why that ' s just like a dress her friend, Julia, had when she graduated from high school! Of course the skirt might have been a little different and the trim- mings a little more elaborate but the sleeves are exactly the same. Why, styles haven ' t changed much at all!