Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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.

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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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THE CHIMES 13 SEEING DOUBLE Fred Franzen, ' 40 Not a sound disturbed the quiet air around the prison on the island. To all the boys of the underworld and to those inside the prison, it was the Big House situated up the river. Every person in that prison was a bad character, except one, John Raymond Hoyton, who to the other pris- oners was known as Mark Keys and who was in there on the charge of stealing plans from the State House in California. He had been an actor in Hollywood and he had devised a plan of escape without detection. So on the three hundred and sixtieth day of his sufferings, he wrote a letter. It read as follows: Mark, You probably know the position that I am in, suffering for what you have done. The charge again me is only ten years, but if you do not comply with this letter, I will, at all expense, betray your identity and mine. If this were to come about, you would be held here, instead of me, for double the time, or twenty years. But I will favor you, as you have been good to me in the past up to now. All that I ask of you is that you come here disguised under the name of John Raymond Hoyton. The rest will be up to me. If you fail, God help you. Mark Keys The next few days went by so slowly that John almost burst out in ex- citement. He almost got called in by the warden, but he restrained himself. On the three hundred and sixty-fifth day of imprisonment, exactly one year from the time he had set foot in the prison, he was at the window, watching the visitors ' boat round the bend in the river and steam up to the prison dock. As every visitor got off the boat, he studied him. At last a queer-looking gentleman got off and gave his name as John Raymond Hoy- ton. When the real John Raymond Hoyton heard this, he smiled with satis- faction. Mark had not failed him. At five that afternoon the visitors filed out of the prison to the dock. The strange gentleman by the name of John Raymond Hoyton was among them. Back in the same cell and at the same window the real Mark Keys sat looking out with a dim expression on his face. As he watched the people and watched the boat steam around the bend, he wondered what it was going to be like, looking out through the bars for nine long years. He wished now that he had stayed in the movie business, acting as double for John Raymond Hoyton, one-time movie star of the world. Mr. Whitmore: Don ' t worry; this home work won ' t kill you. Sexton: I know, but I ' m not taking any chances.