Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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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!

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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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12 THE CHIMES Then Phyl spoke: Oh! 1 think you ' re Mr. Bronson; aren ' t you? Yes, you know me as Mr. Bronson. Now what is the matter? Well, my brother John seems to have married this woman. We are both going to see for the first time our guardian. He is our uncle, but we have never seen him. Nevertheless, we have made an agreement never to marry without his permission. I guess this just spoils everything! Quite suddenly, Mr. Bronson began to laugh. Ho! Ho! There is really nothing to get disturbed about, my dears; it is really very amusing. You see, I am your mysterious uncle, although you have always known me as Mr. Bronson. And this delightful child must be my little grandniece! Aimsbury! Aimsbury! End of the line! All out! THE LEE-KEE Herbert Friese, ' 41 The Lee-Kee was not much, is not much, never will be much of a boat. For its size, however, it has led a rather eventful life, having been lost twice, collided with once, and sunk innumerable times with me in it. In its embryonic stages, it was nothing but a piece of plywood, a handful of nails, two short planks, and several small holes which were inserted between the sides and the bottom of the boat in order that I might have hot and cold — well, cold anyway — running water. This was not my idea, however, but that of the boat, which took it upon itself to provide me with all the inconveniences and discomforts which modern science has con- trived. But to get back to the story. The boat gradually took shape and at last the great day came. After placing it on the surface of the water, I climbed in. Great was my surprise when I found that it would float with me in it. It wouldn ' t float long, however, for the little holes which had inserted themselves betwixt the bottom and the sides just weren ' t made for keeping water out of the boat. After I had bailed for a few minutes, a thought struck my mind : Why bother to bail the water out of the boat as it would only come in again? A cting on my spectacular deduction, I sat still for a while. Soon the boat slid gracefully out from underneath me, and I involuntarily topped off my yachting expedition with a swim. I pushed the boat ashore and let the water drain out by the same means as it had drained in. Searching the beach for an empty bottle, I filled it with harbor water and christened the boat the Lee-Kee. I caulked the boat and filled up the majority of small holes and again went out in it. Still the boat didn ' t satisfy me. I added sailing equipment