Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES I] Still the courageous little band of the remaining men, and the widows and children of the men killed, kept on their activities; and so the town grew. Now when we pass The Old Mill at Greenbush we should pause in si- lent tribute. Here died white men to protect their homes. POLITICS IN OUR NURSERY RHYMES Helen Poland, ' 40 There was an II Duce who lived in a boot; He had so many guns, he didn ' t know where to shoot. He fed his men on spaghetti and cheese, And made them bow down to him on their knees! Blum and Chautemps went up to Paree To govern the cabinet. Blum fell down and lost his crown; And Chautemps came tumbling after. Kennedy, Kennedy, where have you been? I ' ve been to London to visit the king. Kennedy, Kennedy, what did you there? I talked with the king and his wife so fair. Herr Herr Hitler, have you any guns? Yes, sir! Yes, sir! three big tons; One for Britain, and one for France, And one for the man with the striped pants. CANDLE LIGHT Jean Cole, ' 40 It was a cold, blustering night. The wind howled through the trees and snow drifts were piled high. In the little cabin on the mountain-side, the three Barclay children huddled around a small, iron stoive trying to keep warm. Now and then a feeble voice from the couch across the room would rouse the children and one would run to answer. Mrs. Barclay had been taken ill the day of the big storm. That was almost a week ago. The storm had come on suddenly and had not been ex- pected. No provisions had been put in for such a storm.

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10 THE CHIMES THE OLD MILL J KAN KlNDLUND, ' 40 king Philip, that great warrior leader, was attempting to force the white man out of the country and he thought of a plan worthy of his keen intelligence. He decided that if he destroyed all the grain mills situated in each small town, the white man would eventually be starved out. Having destroyed all the mills on his way north from Rhode Island and not having been met with much opposition, King Philip was not prepared for — well, that ' s my story. On the eventful day the quiet town of Scituate was resting peacefully. Brown smoke was curling out of the chimneys of the settlers ' houses and the distant ring of wood-chopping filled the air. Children were playing happily in the streets and dogs were peacefully dreaming in the sun of doorsteps. Suddenly up the roadway from the south the hoofs of a horse were heard, and there soon appeared coming through the village a much-excited rider. At the unusual sound the inhabitants of the quiet village gathered at their doors to inquire about the loud commotion. As the rider sped through the town, he shouted hoarsely, King Philip ' s coming! Flee from the town! and rode on down the road to give warning to other towns. The people, startled at the moment, only looked at each other with frightened eyes. The men, prepared as usual for such emergencies, entered their houses for their guns. Gathering together, the men proceeded to the grain mill. There they took vantage points in order to protect the mill to the best of their ability. Finally after a long interval, one look-out sighted the fantastically-painted body of an Indian creeping through the trees. After passing the word around quietly, the men cocked their guns and ex- citedly waited. Finally the many weirdly-painted bodies of the Indians were seen, and with a wild yell the savage horde dashed out to the clearing. The at- tack was not a surprise One, however. As soon as the savages advanced close enough, a volley of bullets came out of the old mill. The redskins, surprised by the unexpected reply, retreated hastily. But the did not give up! Again and again they came, again and again leaving behind the dead bodies of red men and white men alike. The women, watch- ing from the windows of the nearby cottages, shuddered and covered their faces at the sights they saw. However the Indians eventually retreated. The settlers, after making sure that the Indians had really gone, came out tq survey the ruins. The mill was still standing! But at what cost? Half the men of the community were dead.

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12 THE CHIMES 0h. why doesn ' t the snow plow come? ' Lolly was thinking out loud again. If it doesn ' t come tomorrow 7 , Mother might — . She checked her- self w ith a start. Loll was twelve and the oldest of the Barclay children. Nine-} ear-old Kathy was snuggled against her on one side, and in Lolly ' s arms slept Donnie. the baby, growing heavier every minute. Kathy! Kathy ! she called. Go see what Mother wants. And. while you are up. light the candle again. It seems to go out as soon as you light it. But it must stay lighted so that the snow-plow driver will see it and know we need help. Later in the evening Kathy whispered, I ' m hungry. Lolly realized that they had had no supper. You hold Donnie then, and I ' ll go see what there is, she replied. In the little kitchen she looked at the scanty amount of food on the shelf. A little oatmeal in the bottom of a box, part of a package of tea, a few dried prunes, and a can of evaporated milk. A scanty amount indeed ! Two more days and this would be all gone. The snow-plow 7 had to come! A few r minutes later the little girls sat down to a small dish of gruel apiece. Donnie had been given a cup of milk and had gone back to sleep in his bed. Mother was asleep too. Lolly, when is the snow-plow T coming? Kathy asked suddenly. I don ' t know 7 , but I ' m sure it will come before tomorrow. Oh, the candle has gone out again. We must keep it going. I ' m cold and hungry and I don ' t like Mother to be sick, Kathy started to cry. I know, dear, but you mustn ' t cry. Come on and sit in this big chair with me in front of the stove. Lolly was almost in tears herself but she forced them back. Kathy soon fell asleep and then Lolly dropped off, also. Suddenly the two girls were awakened by two shining lights glaring into the room. Someone was pounding on the door. Lolly sprang up and opened the door. In came Jack, the snow-plow driver, followed by the doctor. I saw your candle down there and thought you needed help. I went and got Doctor Townley. What ' s wrong? Oh! Mother! But the doctor w 7 as already bending over Mother. Just a case of the flu. I ' ll soon fix her up. His voice w 7 as reassuring. Here ' s some groceries, Jack said as he appeared again in the door- way carrying a big box. Lolly sighed contentedly and went back to the big chair by Kathy. The candle had done its w 7 ork.