Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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!

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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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24 THE CHIMES A breezy exclamation from Big Sister interrupts these reveries and a chic dress — a simply suave style — is thrust into prominence. Mother and Grandma look aghast and wonder whether these child- ren are really sane. No mother would ever put this sophisticated gown on her naive young child. This wonder is voiced, and two young voices reply, No, of course not, but isn ' t it a gorgeous dress: Imagine trailing into a ' salon ' (that ' s what it makes you think of), garbed in this exotic creation. Wouldn ' t everyone gasp? A long lecture follows this, and finally you get down to business. The hundreds are thinned down to five or six dresses. Ah ! the final .decision. Father, immersed in a newspaper, emits only a smothered grunt when many voices clamor for his opinion. Brother can ' t see why it takes so long to pick out a dress. When he gets a new suit, he goes to a store and buys it. There ' s no delay like this when he buys anything! ' T want this one. No, I didn ' t see this one; I like it better than that, though. Do you think this would be becoming in flame-color- ed chiffon? Oh, I think Til have that simple little one in Vogue — no, it ' s in Pictorial, I guess. Yes, that ' s it. Do you like it? You do? Grand! LUXURY Madeline Bailey, ' 37 ' ' Mumsie ! AMiat can I do ? asked the restless young daughter of Jane Tyler. ' ' Why, Annette, think of all the new books you got for Christmas, and Daddy just bought ' Bright Star ' , the new horse. Why not ride him this afternoon? But, Mum ! I want some excitement ! travel ! romance ! luxury ! Jumpin ' Halibut ! I wonder what it would be like to sail or rather glide around in velvets! See? And she gracefully swept across the room in her plain, ordinary blue house-dress. Then she slumped into a big old arm chair saying, But there! What can you expect of the little one horse town of Lone River? I think . But she never finished the sentence; instead she gave a horrified scream. Out through the parlor window she saw two beautiful cars crash together amid the screeching of brakes and smashing of glass. In a split second Annette was out of the door and tugging at the door of one of the overturned cars. An elderly gentleman was crouched inside, bent over the crushed steering wheel. He had a bad cut on his forehead and his wrist was