Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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28 CHIMES junior J i L cLooi l i EIGHTH GRADE NEWS John Stewart Virginia Day On September 7 a happy group of 6 5 young- sters marched into the eighth grade rooms, over- joyed at their promotions, a great achievement to them. The first few days were Hke a dream. No homework! The boys in the eighth grade started off in Mr. Dodge ' s manual training class by making pump lamps. The girls in Miss Kingbury ' s household arts class made aprons. In Miss Maxim ' s geography class while study- ing Bolivia, Mary Dwight 8 -A asked, What is Bolivia teaching her girls as well as her boys to become? The answer given by Johnny Bates was Girl Scouts. Miss Rowell, our genial art teacher, started designing contests for the junior high girls. The winners were Frances Dyer 1st, Nancy Gilley 2nd, Anne Arapoff 3rd. A free-hand contest for the boys consisting of airplanes, boats and car- toons was won by Edward Damon 1st, Wendell Chipman 2nd, John Stewart 3rd. When asked in math class by Miss Giles, what two numbers made 27, Ruth LaVange promptly replied, 2 and 7. A junior league for boys who would like to play basketball after school has been formed by Mr. Dixon. In March, two games between 8-A and 8-B were played. The first was won by 8-B and the second by 8-A. The week after there was an all-star game between the all-stars of each division. These 8th grade g irls are really hot! Some very interesting talks were given by mem- bers of the 8th grade in Miss Maxim ' s geography class. They were on rubber, llamas, wild tribes in the heart of Brazil, etc. Some very interesting movies have also been given on South America. A new member by name of Arthur Turner now makes his residence in the fifth row in Mrs. Wil- liams ' 8-B class. SEVENTH GRADE NEWS Josephine Foniri George Mitchell On September 8 seventy-five frightened sixth graders entered the Junior High School. At first it seemed very strange, but after a few days we became accustomed to the constant moving around. In the geography class, Miss Maxim has shown 7A and 7B many very interesting movies. In the English class 7A and 7B had a quiz program. The quiz kids were Josephine Foniri, Peter Arapoff, Joan Kettell, Robert Fernandez and Hugh Eraser. The 7B quiz kids were Charles Mahon, Betty Murrill, Charmaine Witt, Penny Rich and George Whorf. A new boy named Arthur Daneau entered the 7A class while a new boy named Roy Spear entered 7B. Miss Vines has been teaching the seventh grade girls how to play basketball. We are going to play against each other soon. Mr. Dixon says the seventh grade boys are doing very well in basketball. Our best basket shooter is Robert Fernandez. Several members of the seventh grade exhibited some interesting hobbies at the hobby show given by the Parent-Teacher Association. Hugh Fraser exhibited clay models; Clifford Tyler, plane models; Peter Arapoff, carved articles; and John Fenton, stuffed birds. During the year we have made inteixsting book- lets in practically every class. MY MOST INTERESTING EXPERIENCES Barbara Anne Best, 8b My name is Small Change. I am very dull and dirty but I cannot complain because I am twenty-five years old today. This I know with- out a doubt, because it is engraved upon my face. Twenty-five years ago I was made in a mint and then crowded with ninety-nine other friends into a paper roll. I wondered why. Our roll with many others was brought to a bank. A bakery shop manager came and exchanged a dollar bill for our roll. We were emptied into a drawer that when opened rang a bell. This I learned was a cash register. Soon, however, the drawer moved outward and I was given to a lady who spent me at a newsstand in a few minutes. For a long time life was the same routine, kept in a dark pocket, traded for something and again given out for change. One time I had a very odd experience. I was given to a little chubby boy who held me tightly in his hand so I got all sticky and wet. Not many

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CHIMES 27 THE SANDPIPER Jean Holcomb, ' 47 The beach was cold and windy that late Sun- day afternoon as the four of us, Marty, Buzz, Bill and I, walked along the high breakwater. The salty air had a wonderful tang to it, bring- ing an adventurous feeling to me, a feeling of mystery and excitement. A sandpiper flew low ahead, suddenly stopped, and stood looking at me like an inquisitive child. Laughing at his comical expression, I didn ' t see what was in my path and tripped. Look out! Hey, Jacey, did you hurt your- self? Buzz asked. Ouch! I just stubbed my toe. Golly, what was that huge thing I tripped over? I asked. It ' s sure hard. Maybe that will teach you not to laugh at sandpipers from now on! Marty teased. Say, Buzz, look at this thing. It ' s an oil can, a huge one at that. What ' s this. Bill? Looks to me like some printing. All I can make out is ' U. S. ' and then it fades out. There ' s a whole line of numbers. I wonder if they mean anything! replied Buzz. Gosh, maybe it was from a ship that was sunk near here and maybe some survivors are around! replied Marty, her imagination over- working. Oh, Marty, don ' t be so morbid!! Your imag- ination is about as bad as mine! I said. Well, it would be exciting! Marty replied. Buzz, take a gander . . over here. Look, they ' re crates. Can you read what the writing says on them? Bill asked. Well, what do you know? Look here; it says ' Robots ' , ' Danger ' , and ' High Explosives ' . May- be Marty isn ' t half-wrong, said Buzz. Jacey, come here a sec. Will you look at all these crates? They ' re just like the ones that Bill found only it says on them ' Machine Gun — 45 Caliber ' . Maybe there are some more near here, Mary said. Hey, kids, have a look! A life preserver and a life jacket. Say, it ' s got a number on it — at least it looks like one. What do you know, this number is identical to that one on the crate over there! Say, it sure looks as if a tanker had gone down, somewhere, Bill exclaimed. As we walked along, we found doors, windows, another part of a life preserver, crates that had contained ammunition, oil cans covered with hard-caked dirt and grease, and piles of drift wood and shattered glass scattered about the beach. What Bill had said to Buzz kept repeat- ing itself over and over in my mind: It sure looks as if a tanker — it sure looks as if a tanker — it sure looks as if a tanker — over and over in my mind — it sure looks as if a tanker — over and over again. Hey, bud, over this way; here ' s the boat. Here we are!!! Hurry up, fella, they ' re putting their machine guns on us. Duck, you guys. Duck! At the sailor ' s warning, Dick threw himself over the side of the small craft and lay exhausted in the bottom of the overcrowded boat. Machine gun bullets sprayed over the boat and covered the water all around them. Suddenly the deafening noise stopped and one of the oc- cupants of the small life boat slowly rose, looked for the sub that had been peppering them with bullets and once again slumped back in the boat. Hey, you guys, she ' s gone! You can all start breathing again. She ' s gone, fellows, not only the sub but our tanker, too. Wow! what an ex- plosion. I thought we ' d hit bottom!! A long, lanky seaman rolled over on his back and tried to wipe the grease off his hands, but only succeeded in spreading it to his face and whole body. Boy, we sure did get hit with sumpin ' , be- lieve you me! Where are all the fella ' s anyway? Are they O.K.? See anybody else in the water? Wonder where Adams is? Right, here. Shorty, right here! That is if you ' ll get off ' n me. You don ' t appear to me to be no feather weight, you know! Maybe if you stopped asking so many questions and looked around a little you wouldn ' t be so inquisitive!! Adams! You dirty face, you! Are you all right? The rest of the men look burned. Let ' s get to work, right now! Oke, chief, they do look pretty badly burned. The whole tanker ' s gone. I wonder where all the guys are? Oh man, what a noise, what a noise!! The two men worked efficiently and swiftly as they tried to give what help they could to the other three men in the boat. Very little was said between them because all began to feel the effects of their experience. As dusk came on, the occupants all fell into a tired heavy sleep, a sleep of worry and pain. Night settled upon them. For Pete ' s sake, Jacey, stop day dreaming and let ' s go. You know what will happen if we ' re late again, Bill said. I came back to reality very suddenly as Bill (Con filmed on Page 35)

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CHIMES 29 children had handled me. Thank goodness! They are so careless. I heard from Abe that Copper puss, my best friend, was lost down a sewer be- cause of a child ' s carelessness. This little boy put me in a slot and a piece of gum rolled out of this awful machine. For several months I stayed there until finally I heard a key twist in a hole and I with 1,374 pennies rolled out into a bag. We were all given to a bank for larger change and bills. Some company bought us from this bank. We were put into a big tub and given an acid bath so once again I was brightly shining. Then I was put inside cellophane with another friend whose name was Shiny. This name suited him well because he certainly was shiny. Then the two of us along with other couples in cellophane, were put in a dark box. One day I was given a push and out a slot I tumbled. A man with a mustache picked me up. It was then I realized I was with some Chesterfields. He put me in a dark pocket where I stayed for a long time. Fin- ally he gave me to a little girl who spent me on candy. Eventually I was given to a man as change. Did I say children were careless? They ' re not the only ones. This man dropped me on a busy street corner and I rolled down a man-hole. Dirt and water drained down on top of me so I was awfully messy and covered with muck. I was sure I ' d never be found again. I stayed there several years. Finally a man came down to repair a gas-pipe and found me. Boy! was I glad. He took me home and gave me to a sweet yellow haired girl who put me in a glass piggy bank. I was the 1,875 th penny in that bank, enough to buy a War Bond. Now I, a penny, feel happy. I ' ve really amounted to something and I feel as if I ' ve done my share in this war. THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN AIRPLANE George Whorf, 7b I am a B17 and I was born at the Boeing Air- plane Plant. I was tested by a test pilot named Jim, who made me do everything I could do. Finally I was taken to La Guardia Field, New York, where I got my crew. My crew named me Pistol Packin ' Poppa. They flew me and flew me until my gas tanks were almost empty. We landed on an airfield in California where the ground crew fed me gasoline and checked all parts of my body. After we took off at the California airfield, we met some of my brothers and flew along over the Pacific in their company. We landed on Clark Field and made that our base. My crew took very good care of me. One afternoon my crew loaded me with bombs and took off with a hundred other planes. We flew on, hour after hour, over the Pacific. We reached our destination sometime late at night and our bombardiers released my bombs on the target. When we got back, all of my crew received a medal. I didn ' t know what our target was so I asked a plane that had been at the field quite a while. When it told me it was Tokyo, Japan, I almost fell on my nose turret. I am grounded now as some dirty old zero shot me up and I am waiting to be repaired. I will fly and fight again pretty soon as your War Bonds will buy me new parts. Keep ' em flying down in Boeing, won ' t you? WOULDN ' T IT BE FUNNY IF— Wendell Chapman, 8a Scarsilloni were Tulip instead of Rose Bill were Big instead of Small George were Dock instead of Whorff Rich were Dime instead of Penny Danny were Trees instead of Vines Barbara were Tall instead of Short Paul were Finished instead of Dunne Carol were Happy instead of Cross Virginia were Night instead of Day Eddie were Curly instead of Brady Alan were Miser instead of Piser Donald were Chevy instead of Ford Howard were Woman instead of Mann Sally were Catch instead of Chase And Barbara were Worst instead of Best?