Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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24 Junior High School News EIGHTH GRADE NOTES }on Flynn, 8A Gabriel Jacobucci, 8B On September 8 an ambitious 8th grade, num- bering 80 pupils, entered Scituate High School. We were glad to welcome David Coombs from Quincy, John Leslie from Norwell, and Lawrence Henderson from Rockland. The WAR BOND and STAMP sales in 8A have set a school record. They have had 100% of pupils buying for 10 weeks in a row, and hope to continue. This year the eighth grade formed a dramatic club, as an extra English activity. They elected the following officers: President — Jon Flynn. ' Vice-President — Barbara Robischeau. Treasurer — Verdella Goddard. Secretary — Jean Prouty. They plan to present two plays in the audi- torium this spring. We regret the loss of Guy and Priscilla Sou- thard to Marshfield High School. Mary Noble, a member of the 8B class, has been in the hospital with an appendix operation. The eighth grade is proud to have among its members one all A student, William Calla- han, 8A. This year the following pupils were on the honor roll: 8A — David Coombs. Shirley Damon. Elizabeth Fleming, Jon Flynn, Laura Cerilli, William Callahan: 8B— Jean Prouty. Mary Noble, Jane Keyes, John Savage, Josephine Miles, Gabriel Jacobucci. Honorable Mention : 8A — Verdella Goddard, Gary Cooper, Paul Avery and Laura Cerilli; 8B — Roger McLean, Eleanor Noble. H arrv Rich- ards, Guy Southard, Priscilla Southard. Jane Keyes, Louise Reddy and Leland Toule. Among the members of the eighth grade who ha e left school are Larry Crowle). Frank Dir- rigo, Lindy Harris and Walter Gannett. LIMERICK There was a young sailor named Eddy, Who wanted a date with Miss Heddy, Though he waited and waited She always was dated. So never a chance had poor Eddy. Laura Cerilli, 8A SEVENTH GRADE NOTES Mary Lou Corrigan, 7 A Patricia Goddard, 7B On Wednesday, September 8, a group of stu- dents from the two sixth grades entered the first year of junior high school. It was a little hard at first and made everyone feel empty inside, but we soon got used to it here and found it a lot of fun. During the year so far, pupils who have had high honors are Barbara Best, Mary Lou Cor- rigan and John Stewart. Those who have made the honor roll are Ralph Brown, Francis Dyer, Mary Lou Corrigan, Frank Anderson, Marjorie Gannett, Donald Hey wood. Dolores Parker, Alan Piser, James Robinson. David Conway. Barbara Best. Anne Marie Ara- poff, Nancy Gilley, Patricia R. Goddard, Dorothy McPherson, John Stewart. Jean Tobin, Edwin Veiga and Russell Hattin. Those who were on the honorable mention list are Nancy Dwight, Anne Dwyer, Anne Marie ArapofF. Russell Hat- tin, Jean Tobin, Virginia Day, David Conway. Ralph Brown, James Robinson, Alan Piser, Dolores Parker and Leo Gowin. We have had seven new pupils during the ear: John Cook and Jack Fenton. who left before the term was over; Alan Piser. Nancv Gilley, Howard Mann; and the twins, Dottv Lou and Judith Ann Merrifield who came from Vir- ginia. Leo Gowin, Frank Anderson and Tony Dias are the only pupils who have left. The total enrollment for the seventh grade was 66. The English classes organized an English club called The Story Hour Club. Two classes have been competing with each other to see who could get the highest per cent ill the sale of defense stamps and bonds — 7B and 8A. 7B has had one hundred per cent for ever} week except one which made oA one more 100% than 7B. The per cent for 17 weeks for these two classes are: 7B — 85 ' r . and 8A — 679 . Miss Maxim has planned to ha e some sound movies for the geography classes. Gale Lcmoine. a |)upil in the seventh grade, went to (.anada just recentl) to see his father who is in the ainn. He also went to tiie launch- ing of a sliip with his mother, Mrs. Lemoine, who sponsored it,

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23 The hoys were all anxious to get their red. while and blue Atlantic Theater Campaign bars, and when asked what they did to earn them, would remark with emphasis. We saved a country you never heard of. We serve in the best organiza- tion in the world. THE SEA Scott Amiol, ' 45 I stood upon the cliffs one day And gazed enraptured on the sea. The waves beat on the rocks below; A gull glided by and complained to me. As I stood on the towering precipice, I thought of all the ocean had seen, Of the ships that sailed its broad expanse. Of the places where the vessel s had been. As I stood upon the jutting crag, I dreamed of the things the sea had done, I thought of the men the sea had killed; I thought of the wars the sea had won. As I stood upon the rocky ledge, I thought of the lands washed by the seas; Of the rock-bound shores and the icy north. Of the islands covered with cocoanut trees. And so I said to myself that day, Surely there are no better things Than to live by the everlasting sea, And hear the eternal song it sings. WHEN BIG SISTER STEPS OUT Terry Butler, ' 47 Do I hear the telephone? Or can that be the doorbell? Maybe it is both of them; Maybe it ' s my death knell. I find it ' s Davy calling, And it ' s Harry at the door. Which shall I repl) to first? Oh! hum! what a bore! Reluctantly I let one in And holler to the other. They want to speak with someone. No, it ' s not with Mother! I want to get a little dough, And that without a blister. So I flip a double-headed coin To see who dates with Sister. RAIN, FOG . . . Jane Evans, ' 44 Bruce rai. ed the single window in his room. Behind him everything was in darkness. Out in front he heard the dismal dirge of rain dripping from the hotel gutters onto the familiar city pavements five stories below. Across the wet dirty street a small red Coca-Cola sign winked an accustomed invitation to a drug store sand- wiched between two ding) wholesale-houses. The dampness of the night stole into the room, fil- tered through Bruce ' s Flying Tiger jacket and wrapped itself coldly about his spirit. He clenched his fist, pressing his cold clammy finger- tips against his palms. With his other hand he slammed down the window. It rattled in its frame. His eyes flared and he swore mutteringly. Then the dampness that had settled about him deadened every tiny spark of resentment. Bruce ' s eyes lowered as he slowly picked up a wilted yet mocking orchid and flung it into the waste basket. Suit case in hand, he left the room, walked heavily down the corridor. Ahead, bright warm lights gleamed through a transom. The door under it swung open and the merry light inside overflowed into the dim corridor. Bright cheerful party conversation flowed out with the light. A man stepped out, a cluttered ash tray in his hand, a broad grin spread across his face as the result of a pleasantry from within the room. He directed his smile on Bruce. The smile stirred a spirit of warmth in the boy, and forced a greeting from his tigh tened throat. He continued down the corridor. Behind him he heard the clank of tin against tin as the man tapped the ash tray on the side of the waste basket just outside his door. The dampness clutched at Bruce again. At the desk Bruce deposited his key and two dollars on the warm rubber change mat. A sleepy night clerk looked up at him and carefully laid down his magazine. The clerk ' s thin, dirty finger traced a line in the ledger under Bruce ' s signature; his eyes checked the amount of the payment; and his head nodded a receipt to the waiting flyer. Bruce plodded slowly across the small lobby with its somber leather chairs, and pushed open the front door. Turning up the collar of his leather jacket, he stepped out into the drizzle of rain. Heavy grey steam was seeping from a manhole cover in the gutter in front of the hotel as the boy turned to walk down the street. Inside, the sleepy clerk watched the flyer pass from view; then before taking up his story from where he left off, he paused, raised his eyes re- flectively to the silence — An ace that has shot down fifteen Jap zeros — and to be jilted!

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25 A TREASURE HUNT IN 1960 Roger McLean, 8B One time we were asked lo clean our attic as a fire prevention measure. Of course we didn ' t expect to have a fire because we liad automatic fire extinguishers planted all over the house. To get back to the stor . I was going through an old trunk that had been handed down through my family. I came to some letters with a string around them. Among them was a piece of folded parchment on which was a picture of the Solo- mon Islands. 1 had heard of the islands relative to the war which we had won from the Japanese. l ear the middle of the group of islands was a big, black X. I took it upon myself to believe that it indicated buried treasure. I immediately shot up into the air in my heli- copter. In ten hours I had reached my desti- nation as cool and calm as a cucumber. During the big war I remembered reading how the Marines, as the rocket-men were called in those days, had to hack their way through dense tropi- cal jungles and swamps. When I arrived. I saw, instead of jungles, nice, flat pieces of land that looked as though they had been used as air- ports. Then I recalled that there were some brave men in the World Massacre called Seabees. The had used little land-ships called jeeps and bull-dozers to level the land. After a lot of figur- ing on my little instrument called the spot-finder. I found just the place to dig. Incidentally, this little gadget worked by finding the latitude and longitude and then it showed when you were over the exact spot. When I had arrived there, I pulled out my automatic digger, an implement which looked like an automatic drill only it was run by air currents. In short order I reached an iron chest, which I got out quickly enough. Upon opening it. I found it full of jewels, money, and three containers of radium. There was enough there to make me the most talked-about man in the ivorld. Oh, you want to know why I ' m not that today? Well, I ' ll tell you. Everybody agrees that there are and always will be some cruel and wicked people in this world. It was just my luck to strike one of those persons and his gang on the way home. I had been in the atmosphere only two hours when they drifted along. A fierce battle raged. It ended with their having the treasure and I the helicopter. Out of a secret compartment I quickly pulled my faithful exter- minator and shot them. They immediately dis- appeared. Then I realized that the chest went with them. Now you know my whole story. All I ha e left is the memory. LIMERICKS There once was a iTiati bought a tru(;k When speeding along, he got stuck He tried to get out But he was loo stout So he stuck right there in the truck. Brooke Durant, 8 A There was a marine on Tarawa Whose name was Danny O ' Hara Jap bombers he shot Until he was caught In a trap on bloody Tarawa. Manuel Spinola, Jr., 8A There was a )oung lady of Wales Who wore her black hair in two tails, She got into jail And couldn ' t raise bail So now she sits there and wails. Harry Richards 1 here was a fine laddie named Jack Who winked at a cute little WAC He took her to dine At quarter of nine And that ' s the story of Jack. John Savage, 88 There was a young lady of Spain, Who cried out loud when it rained, Oh ain ' t it a shame, But I ' m not to blame. If it does do nothing but rain. Leland Towle, 8B There was a young lad named Benny Who couldn ' t save even a penny To the poorhouse he went On the first day of Lent Oh that foolish young lad named Benny! Nancy Gilley, 7B There was a young lady named Helen, Whose favorite subject was spellin ' , But, spelling her name, Did not win her fame, For she couldn ' t spell the name Helen. Barbara Anne Best, 7 A There was a )oung man named Austin Who went on a trip to Boston When he got there, His gas tank was bare. So he had to slay right in Boston. Jolin Fresina, 8 A