Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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28 THE CHIMES Holy smoke! But can ' t he run? Did he l)olt on you? ' No, I called in his ear, replied Madeline. So that was it ! It was just great to see you. Al, she sure can ride. Oh, Tm so glad. I was a little afraid. And the horse! Isn ' t he grand? Can ' t he run ! He surely can, said Madeline. I wouldn ' t mind owning him. At that Stewart ' s eyes resumed a sad far-away look. Patting his black ' s neck, loudly he said. Well, old fellow, we ' ll be ridin ' the range together from now on. Seeing how Miss Crawford likes Ma- jesty so powerful well, I guess she can keep him. I reckon she couldn ' t get along without him. He glanced at Madeline. In her eyes tears shone. She couldn ' t find words to thank him, but those tears had said even more to Stewart. He went off leaving Madeline with Majesty. She put her arms around the horse ' s powerful neck, and Stewart turned at the bottom of the hill to see them thus silhouetted in the clear sky. IF I WERE A MILLIONAIRE Elizabeth Damon, ' 37 If only I were a millionaire Oh boy ! what I could do : I ' d buy myself a brand new car And maybe a gown or two. I ' d go for a trip around the world Seeing things that are new, — Europe, Africa, India, And even China, too. I ' d help all the poor little children I met And give them toys I had bought And if they were good I ' d take them all For a ride on my private yacht. But I know I can ' t be a millionaire, For I am not that sort. So I ' ll stay at home and do my best To be content with what I ' ve got.

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THE CHIMES 27 ed to run, and Madeline felt with a thrill that she would hardly be able to keep Majesty from running, even if she wanted to. He saw- ed on the tight bridle as the others drew away, and broke from pace to gallop. Then the other girl put her horse to a run. Alfred turn- ed and called to Madeline to come along. This will never do. They are running away from us, said Madeline, and she eased up on the bridle. Something happened be- neath her just then; she did not know exactly what. As much as she had been on horseback in New York, she had never ridden at a running gait, which is as fast as a horse can go. So when Majesty lowered and stretched and changed the stiff jolting gallop for a won- derful smooth gliding run, it required Madeline some moments to realize what was happening. It did not take long for her to see the distance diminishing between her and her companions. Still they had got a goodly start and were far advanced. She felt the steady even rush of the wind. It amazed her to find how easily, how com- fortably she kept to the saddle. The experience was new. The one fault she had hitherto found with riding was the violent shaking up. In this instance she ex- perienced nothing of that kind, not even a strain, no necessity to hold on with a desperate awareness of work. She felt alive. She had never before felt the wind in her face, the whip of a horse ' s mane, the buoyant, level spring of a running gait. It thrilled her, exhilar- ated her, fired her blood. Suddenly she found herself alive, throb- bing; and, inspired by she knew not what, she loosened the bridle and, leaning far forward, she cried, Oh, you splendid fellow, run ! She heard from under her a sudden quick, clattering roar of hoofs and she swayed back with the wonderfully swift increase in Ma- esty ' s speed. The wind stung her face, howled in her ears, tore at her hair. The gray plain swent by on each side, and in front seemed to be waving toward her. In her blurred sight Florence and Al seemed to be coming back. But she saw presently, on nearer view, that Majesty was overtaking the other horses, was going to pass them; indeed he did pass them, shooting by so as almost to make them appear standing still. And he ran on, not breaking his gait till he reached the steep side of the mesa, where he slowed down and stopped. Glorious, exclaimed Madeline. She was all afire, and every muscle and nerve in her body tingled and quivered. She faced a1)out and waited for her companions.

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THE CHIMES 29 TO THE CLASS OF ' 35 Elizabeth Banner, ' 36 These past four years, gone like a dream, You ' ll always hold in high esteem. You very soon will go away And now you wish that you could stay. But something stronger spurs you on : You must explore the dark unknown. What there is in store for you You cannot tell, you wish you knew, But time will tell, as it ' s always done. Just what is the fate of every one. A few weeks now, we ' ll say ' ' Earewell ; You ' ll step into a higher world, A world of men brave, wise and strong, Where we are sure you well belong. And in that world you ' ll take your stand, And bring prosperity to our land. You all are glad you ' re through with school. Yet a certain sadness is over all; We ' ll miss you, too — we ' ve had such fun, But after all your work is done. So, wherever you go and whatever you do. We ' re hoping success will accompany you. Where ' s Merritt? Well, if the ice is as thick as he thinks it is, he is skating. If it ' s as thin as I think it is he ' s swimming. Mr. Gillespie (showing a chart) The right leg is shorter than the left, which makes one limp. Now what would you do in a case of this kind? Duval — Limp too. R. Fortier (arguing in economics) The evidence as submitted to the jury will certainly hang the person. R. MacDonald — Hang him? Why they don ' t hang men in this state. R. Fortier — Well, what do they do with them? R. MacDonald — Why! They kill ' em by elocution.