Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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18 CYNDY LOU LEARNS THE HARD WAY Ann Graham, 46 THE air was warm and peaceful and there was a quiet stillness surrounding the Butler ' s large white house. The house was set back a short distance from Sharon Avenue in Riverside where they lived. All of a sudden the peace was broken as Cindy Lou Butler came tearing up the drive, tennis racquet in hand. She dashed noisily up the front steps and the screen door slammed behind her as she went through the house to the sunporch where her mother was resting. Cindy Lou, must you always slam the door? asked her mother. I ' m sorry, Mom, 1 forgot, Cindy said im- patiently, and promptly forgot she had forgotten as she went on to tell her mother about the newcomer to Riverside. Cindy Lou was a tall, blonde girl of fifteen, full of life and sparkling energy. She loved to play tennis, and this sport combined with Bob Chalmers seemed to demand her chief interest and attention. And he ' s so sure-footed. Mother. He ' s won- derful! And he showed me a lot of new tricks. Mother. I ' m positive I could beat that Walt Driscoll now in a set of tennis. Yes, dear, replied Mrs. Butler. Did you remember to feed Sooty this morning? I notice she has been hanging around the door all day. Cindy apologized, I forgot. But immediately she forgot again, and without making amends to her kitten, bounded out, followed by a look of disapproval from her mother. Most of Cindy ' s friends, like herself, belonged to the Riverside Country Club. Among her local crowd she was known to handle a tennis racquet expertly. She could usually beat anyone in a set of tennis, anyone, that is, except Walt Dris- coll. This fact was forever bothering Cindy and she wished heartily that she could think of some- thing that would bring Walt down a peg. Later as Cindy was sitting on the edge of the country club pool, clad in a perky yellow bath- ing suit, she was comparing this blond tormen- ter with Bob Chalmers who had won the after- noon ' s set from her. Suddenly, a wonderful thought struck her, and it made her giggle inside to think of it. The bright idea that had hit Cindy Lou at the pool was slowly forming into a plan as she made her way home with Bonnie O ' Neil. She said, 1 know it will be the most wonderful match we ' ve ever had! Bonnie replied, As long as he ' ll be here a short while and if you can persuade him, I don ' t see how we can miss. He ' s wonderful ! I know I can enter him next week, said Cindy. Cindy didn ' t have to coax Bob to plav. She explained to him about Walt Driscoll and that she wanted to take a little wind out of his sails, so to speak. So Bob agreed to h r plan. Cindy declared the crowd would go wild over him. The day of the Riverside Country Club tennis tournaments dawned clear and bright, and a new and strange name had appeared on the entries, much to the surprise of some of the local crowd. Meanwhile. Mr. and Mrs. Butler had been discussing their daughter s conduct of late and had decided to do something about it. The day of the tournaments was as good a day as any to carry out their plans. Cindy came racing down the stairs, her rac- quet in her hand. She was very much excited and full of pep as she sat down to the breakfast table. Did you make your bed, dear? asked Mrs. Butler. 1 forgot. Did you feed Sooty? No, but she can wait til I get home. Well, as soon as you complete these few jobs, dear, let me know and well start in on the canning. There was a faint smile on her face. But Cindy did not think it was in the leasi bit funny. Mother! she squealed. Mother, the tournament ! Not today ! You can ' t. Oh ! You ' re simply fooling me. Cindy, dear, of course I ' m not fooling. The vegetables can ' t possibly wait an longer. W e ' ve got to put them up toda). 1 guess 1 simph forgot the tournaments. Now, please finish your breakfast and start on the dishes. I ' m going down cellar to look for some jars. M-M-Mother. cried Cindy as the tears came rushing out. Finally she raised a tear-stained face and declared she wouldn ' t be a baby and she would perform the task set before her. although she wished her mother could have chosen a different da) to can. Coll), she thought, how will 1 explain to the kids? After supper she was sitting out on the sun- porch, having a little feeling of pride as she

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lies 17 bone, where the eiiein jump from trees, waiting to shoot them in the back; maybe fighting where ships are sunk, where battles are fought to open sea lanes to future naval bases. They ' re using their sweat, blood, tears, and grief, because their hearts tell them to make history as their fore- fathers did, fighting for a better world of peace, for a better America. It ' s going to be a long and tough struggle for these boys of ours; but they will come through just as their forefathers did in years of the past. The freedom they ' re fighting for is a dream of peace, — a dream which all have fought for so many centuries. Who knows, your son. daughter, sister, brother, or even your father may be making history at this very moment, because of his forefathers. A LOOK INTO THE FUTURE Thomas Macy, Jr., ' 46 A ll ' .e war with the Axis is rounding another lap in the history of the world and we hear pre- dictions of its end in a short time, thoughts of the peace are receiving our attention. We pass over the mistakes that terminated the last war, but certainly we are determined that we shall not make the same mistakes again. We frequently hear the words unconditional surrender. These are well-chosen terms. It is up to those who make the peace to see that it is impossible for our enemies to rise again and make attacks on any peace-loving country. As Americans we love freedom and peace. The word war was and is a dreaded one, one that we have perhaps avoided too much. We realize now that no country can be isolated from a conflict such as we are now in. This war is a test for democracies, but the peace is like a final exam. We may flunk the exam and still carry on, but if we look ahead and plan wisely, the record will be one in which we may take pride. We in school, and the boys with whom we parted not so long ago, can remember nothing but peace until the present war started. We are looking forward to the future when there will be peace again. But we shall not soon forget what it cost. We are glad to know that those who saw the last war are determined not to make the mistakes of that war again. Perhaps we who are in school will not have a part in making the coming peace, but we have faith in the adult Americans that will formulate the plans for the future of the world. PEACE Maybellc Manning, ' 46 When the I)ov(! of Peace comes flying o ' er land and sea on high, And the Gods of War shall cease to shout their battle cry, Then free men will lift their faces, And the songs of peace will reign, And men wiU come back to their homes and loved ones once again. Then once more the sun will shine, And the birds will sing and fly, And ihc Dove of Peace forever spread her wings across the slcy. WOODLAND FANCIES Lawrence Dwyer, ' 47 It is dawn. The forest is awakening. Out acioss the meadow the stalks of grass glisten as the rays of ihe glowing red ball in the east strike them. The rabbit sits under an alder bush eating clover. The little fellow with the beauti- ful white stripe is going home because daylight is not his playtime. Above, the air is full of melody and the colors of the birds flash across the blue. All is peaceful in this paradise. Out there where the cool mists rise the deer play. Back and forth they rush with the long grass stroking their sides. All is peaceful; all is serene. My companion raises his gun. We are in- vaders from the outer world. My friend is here for game. His sight centers on a magnificent buck in the middle of the meadow. A roar fills the air — one noise harsh and distinct above all others. The buck rears and falls on his side. There is a moment of the noise of fleeing ani- mals. Then my friend ejects the fired shell. Good shot, I murmur. He nods and we head toward the meadow. The forest is quiet like people at a funeral. Still the sun rises and the flowers bend before the light breeze. But the people of the forest are silent, knowing and fear- ing death at the hand of man. DUSK Carmel Manning, ' 45 In evening when the stars are bright When the fireflies appear with their light, In evening when the moon is low- When the sky is all aglow, We sit there quietly in the night Thinking of a boy with memories bright. Where is he now? Where can he be? We only know lie s across the sea. iLtEN MEMORIAL L BRar SCITUAIE. MASS.

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19 tlioufiht of the jars neath packed in rows on the shelf: hiil when slie liioii rhl of llie fun she had missed, her eyes clouded over again. Sud- denh. she heard someone say, Hi ya, Cindy Lou. Reeopni inf; the voice of W alt Driscoll, she jumped lo her feet and let him in. Sa . vhere e ou heen all da he asked. So she told him the whole stor). Geepers, Cindy, you certainly missed some- ihinp colossal. You would have enjoyed seeing Yours Truly gel his ears pinned hack. So. he had heen heaten. lli- had pla ed Bol) Chalmers and Bob had beaten him! She chuckled inwardlv at this. But. he certainly seemed lo be enjoying his downfall. Golly. went on Wall, ' as a tennis pla cr 1 always thought I was pretty hot stuff. But after seeing that gu . Chalmers, on the courts, I feel like a kid. Why, we must have looked like teacher and student out there. He looked at Cindy and continued. ' Of course it wasn ' t so hard to take, learning my lesson from the three-year champ of State Tech. There was a gurgling noise from Cindy ' s direc- tion. Walt, what do you mean? Three-year champ — Walt, what have I done? Oooh! And then she told him the entire story. When she finished, her lip was trembling. And to think I stood there and argued form with him. How he must have laughed at me. And what I did to you. Oooh! Don ' t worry, Cindy. He left Riverside three hours ago and I ' m the only one who knows about il. Come on now: let ' s forget it. Are ou able lo come out now ? There is a niftv movie uptown tonight. Want to go? You bet, cried Cindy Lou. Oooh! I ' m so sorry. I ' m glad you forgive so easily. There was no slam of the door as Cindy Lou went out this time, only the resounding footsteps of a boy and girl, eves happv and sparkling, and hands linked in understanding. THE END Mr. Parkhurst (at assembl) I : The orchestra will now plav Oh Would That I Were a Dove: rd Flee. Jeriliins: What ' s a dove-eyed flea? A man came to Mr. Anthony with his story. Mr. Anthony. he said. I have a beautiful wife, two wonderful children, lots of friends, a good job. lots of money, and I am in perfect health. Now, Mr. Anthony, what is my problem? ROCKETS AND RADIO Paul James, ' PI The world lias recently seen the iMtroduclion of two vast sources of destruction. One of these is rocket-power which has been used pra tically and effectively by all of the major combatant nations of the world. The Germans and Rus- sians have rocket guns and aircraft that fire rocket projectiles. We have used the bazooka verv eflfectivelv in all the theaters of action. We also have jet propulsion. ' which is fast be- coming a part of this war. I he other invention, radio control, is the larger in scope. Here the Nazis have had the jump on us. They have operated radio-controlled bombs from aircraft. They have introduced robot tanks which are called beetles by our forces. These tanks were not so successful at first but they can and probably will constitute the most powerful artillery weapon in the final battles of the war. The Germans badly outsmarted us before the war. when they bought the radio-bomb plans from the American scientist. John Hays Ham- mond, Jr. These two sources of destruction, com- bined, w ould make all weapons of today obsolete. If the Allies are to finish first in the race for the mainstay of the world, they must think faster than the Germans, for the German scientific mind is keen. If the Nazis are allowed to continue their surge of secret weapons without equal com- petition, they may still come out on top in spite of various assurances of final defeat for the Axis and the end of the war in nineteen forty-four. In peacetime, these devices can easily be con- verted to practical use for the people. Rocket- power can be used for transports and trans- Atlantic flying boats. Jet-propulsion can be adapted to set new speed records and in many ways can increase the efficiencv of aircraft. Radio- control is already prominent in many fields. Television will come into practical use in the near future. Man warplants can easilv be converted to the making of electrical apparatus and radio equipment. Plans have already been conceived for Pacific Island bases for aircraft. Radio control would play a large part in the safetv of long trips across the ocean. In the struggle of air domi- nance there will naturallv be many large com- petitive nations, such as Great Britain and Russia. The nation that develops the best radio and pre- cision apparatus will probably take the lead. Interplanetary commerce and communication sound like far-fetched ideas, but manv theories develop practical uses. Leadership in radio- control would bring ever closer the unsolved mysteries of the solar systems.