Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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10 THE CHIMES WITH THE COAST GUARD Robert Spear, 41 Attention! All harbor police and coast 2;uard! Be on lookout for band of smugglers believed to be in icinity. Be careful as these men are dangerous. Got that? inquired Commander Richard of the United States Coast Guard Patrol boat CG 1042. ' ' Yep, answered Steve Kelley, the radio operator. The patrol boat slipped past Hanley ' s Light and headed for the open sea. The ship ' s clock struck seven bells; the sea was calm, and the weather unusually fine for mid-January. By four bells, the sea had become choppy, and the man on watch tucked his slicker around him more closely to keep out the biting wind that had arisen. As he squinted toward the dancing white-caps, he sud- denly straightened and yelled: Submarine off the starboard bow! Richards and Kelley rushed out of the pilot house and saw in the distance a dark form, resembling a giant shark. Three other men emerged from the aft companionway in time to duck as the dory was blasted to kindling by a shell from the submarine. Pretty good shots, commented one. Man the guns! yelled Richards. Blow those boys out of the water — no, just cripple them; they might be the smugglers. His voice was drowned as the signal mast and antenna were carried away by another shell. Meanwhile at the Coast Guard Base, frantic but unsuccessful efforts were being made to get in touch with the patrol boat CG 1042. When dawn came, a plane was sent to search for the ship. Later in the morning, reports from the plane stated that the ship was towing a submarine into port. When the patrol boat limped into the base, everyone there rushed down to the dock to see what it was all about. Here they are, signed, sealed, and delivered, ventured Commander Richards. Here are who? several persons asked. The smugglers, answered Kelley poking his head out of the pilot house. Well, how did you catch them? Oh, that was simple. We took two shots; one blew their gun off, and the other put a clean hole through their bow; you know we had to have something to put a towline through, explained Kelley with a huge grin on his face as he went to work repairing the antenna.

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THE CHIMES 9 snap. After whole-heartedly placing all blame on the pencil and the pen- cil sharpener, he ambitiously starts the process again. During the second performance, Percival has even more interesting visions and cranks on indefinitely. Little does he realize that ambitious students are waiting impatiently their turn. It doesn ' t even occur to him that they think he is hogging said implement. A few loudly-spoken, sarcastic remarks fail to penetrate the film of deep purple fog that is so gently wafting around the head of Percival. But, what is this? An unpleasant thought mingling with those heaven- like ones? Could a sharp jab from a compass have this effect on Percival? It could and has. And so Percival, bearing a deep grudge for all not taking part in his imaginary world, goes back to his seat, to return to the practicalities of geometry. LUNCH TIME Gladys Whitney, ' 41 Listen, my children, and I shall tell. Of the noontime rush, when we hear the bell. Out of our chairs and onto the floor. Then a mad dash through the classroom door. Down the stairs and through the hall We ' ve discarded rules for the hunger call. At last we reach there, — hunt for a seat, Ah! We ' ve got one! Now, let ' s eat! A KNOTTY PROBLEM Thomas O ' Neil, ' 42 Insert a piece of strong, round linen into a steel cylinder with a cir- cular hole at its end. Then twist vigorously the thread at one end, and you are ready to begin. Push the pointed end of steel through the heavy cloth-like wearing apparel in the desired location. If it comes through successfully, without any casualties, slip the round piece of bone with openings onto the steel cylinder. Then, if you have a good sense of di- rection, keep pushing the steel through the coat. At the same time work in and out of the openings in the bone figure. When this has been done about twenty times, make at the end of the thread a few circular move- ments, commonly known as knots. If you have navigated successfully, you are a tailor; if not, you had better see one.

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THE CHIMES 11 THE 6:30 TO AIMSBURY Cornelia Leith, ' 41 ' ' Westborough ! Westborough ! bawled the red-faced conductor. Two more passengers entered the car. A mother and her little girl clutched the nearest green-plush seat and sat down. There were already several people in the car. A stout, genial old man put down his paper and winked slyly at the little girl. A young girl in a new red hat of the latest spring style stared at the dismal landscape. Two elderly ladies talked incessantly about what Mrs. Jones did — and Mrs. Jones didn ' t. A bespeckled young college student was trying to study. Next stop — Smithville! Like the bird in a cuckoo clock, the con- ductor popped in and out the door. The train lurched and sped on. The stout gentleman crossed over to the seat in front of the mother and her child. That ' s a sweet child. What ' s her name? ' Nancy, was the mother ' s cold reply. Nancy, eh? Well, well, what a nice name! Young Nancy smiled coyly and agreed. Smithville! Smithville! The train slowed down and stopped. There was the hiss of escaping steam and the steady clang of the brass bell. A young man got on and slouched wearily into a seat, a tired, per- plexed young man who saw no one. But he was seen and by the young mother, whose startled glance was full of fear. Then the young girl with the new red hat saw him and she, too, was startled. She got up, went down the aisle, and spoke to him. Oh, hello, Phyl. Are you going too? said the young man, more perplexed. Yes, John. I— She was interrupted by the young mother. John, please don ' t be angry. I just had to come and try to explain, and — she paused for breath and Phyl spoke: What does this mean? Explain what? This is my wife, Phyl, John said. I suppose she is going to try to explain things to our uncle. Phyl paled and then grew very angry. John! How could you! There was another interruption, this time by the pleasant-faced old gentleman. Hey! what ' s all this? There was silence and the young mother began to sob. Next stop- — Aimsbury!