Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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20 IDDieS Think a minute of the many things that have been done for us to make our school life more pleasant. Physical education has become a prominent part of the school system. Various literary and musical clubs and social activities have been organized for our enjoyment. A pro- gram such as that of compulsory education in- evitably has to cater to extremely varied types of people of different aptitudes and interests, ne- cessitating courses adapted to meet their vary- ing needs. These, too, are adequately supplied. If ue take the right perspective on things, we get an entireh different view of life. Why not make a success of our present career, and thus insure our career in the future. THE ALBATROSS Joan MacDonald, ' 48 White specter of the sky. Restless phantom up on high; On swift and fleeting wings you fly To distant lands. Onward rapidly you speed. No man of any land you heed; Forward endlessly ou lead To distant lands. Take me with ) ou, mystic soul. 0 er the earth to wheel and roll : et e er headed toward our goal Of distant lands. TREE TOPS Louise Reddy. ' 48 Gazing from my window in the morning Sunlight, I see the tops Of the trees, bending And bowing in the wind. The laz clouds mo e with Grace, to form a frame For the tree tops, bending And bowing in the wind. At night 1 hear them creak And groan as they move In countless rhythm, bending And bowing in the rain. Dawn ii|)car . and I know Th.il lhi ' ate laridiiii! ni .■ lalcl) grace, bciiding And bowing in the wind. TODAY ' S TOMORROW Jane OWeill, ' 47 Another age. the atomic age, has come to the world. Now that we are on the threshold of a new era, the teen-agers of today become of ital importance. To whom does the problem of the future belong unless to us, the future citizens of the United States. There are many serious problems confronting and threatening our democracy toda . One of the principal problems is that of racial discrim- ination. Are we willing to accept other races into our social life? It is, naturalh, onlv de- mocratic that we do, for we cannot preach de- mocracy unless we practice it. WTiat shall be done with the great and fear- ful atomic bomb? Is it our privilege to preserve its secret; 1 ask you, is it? Are we not causing suspicion and distrust if we do so? It is inevi- table that the secret must be shared. Will there not be attempts, perhaps successful attempts, to create a more devastating, a more terrifying, de- structive weapon? The atomic bomb will and must be allocated to peace-hungry people. How shall we institute democracy in the de- feated nations? Shall we force it down these peoples ' throats, or shall we, through defeated but liberal leaders, strive to set up a true demo- cracy ? Shall we continue to export food to the rav- aged countries? Or shall we devour it selfishly ' to satisfy our own wants? Would that be the ac- tion taken by a peace-loving nation, a democra- tic nation? I think not. These are just a few of the problems that threaten to disunite us in this new and appre- hensive age. Whose duty is it to solve these problems? It is the duty of the young citizens of America. We cannot go on oblivious of that fact. One might call us the most significant generation in the Lnited States. Can these all-important problems be solved? es, thev not only can. but must be solved. Prob- lems that deal with the health and happiness of man can only be solved by people thoroughly ed- ucated in democracy. It is these intelligent people that will be the foundation of a staunch and stable government. And so, as we enter this new age. we must con- template these problems and sohe them wiseh . We must become united in a powerful chain of democratic. truK deinocralic. people — free from sii pirion III an other nalion. Vc aif ihc be- ginning link in llic cliain llial i lo be (lev cloiu il. Let us not break this imperati e chain.

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19 LITE T UR.E ONE PEACE Carole Dunphy, ' 46 THE Class of 1946 is stepping out into a world which has just witnessed the dawn of a new age. What effect these young people will have on the new age, time alone will tell. What effect this new age will have on the students, can only be imagined. This generation, however, will surely have a great part in the restoration and the reconstruc- tion of our war-torn world. We, as a class, have done our bit through the medium of high school activities. Red Cross, salvage drives, bonds and stamps, hospital work — all have had our help in carrying through their goals. Now as we step out into the world as individuals and citizens, greater tasks befall us. One of our greatest tasks is doing what we can to insure the success of the United Nations Organization, the nucleus of in- ternational peace. World peace does not come with the ceasing of guns or the signing of treaties. It can come only when the world is readv to follow the teachings of God. It can come only when every government in the world pledges itself to lasting concord and decides to settle feuds by arbitra- tion instead of by arms. It can come only when each of these nations conducts itself in such a way as to warrant no hostility. The pavement of the road to permanent peace is in the hands of our generation and the gen- erations to follow. Each stone on this road must pass the standards of the ideals of all mankind. A world of individuals must unite in the com- mon welfare of all. Every country in the world must work together striving as one to reach the goal of universal peace. We can not let this chance for world concord slip through our fingers. We can not let the U. N. fall into the foot-steps of the League of Nations. We must all strive together toward the ideal of one peace for all nations and all nations for one peace. OUR PRESENT CAREER Patricia Cahir, ' 47 YES, attending school day after day is just that, our career. Did you ever think of it that way? No doubt we students would all benefit b taking this attitude toward our school life. Hid you i-vcr licar »f a job ol any nature or un executive or managerial position of any kind that called loi ' only six or seven hours ' work foi ' but one-half the year? Of course not. No field of employment sets such liberal standards as the field of education. But do we consider our lot as students a joy or a burden? We alcjiie are the benefactors in this proposi- tion of -ompulsory education. We receive an educaliofi that ecjiiips us to meet ail tlie o|)poi- liinilies aiul challenges that liie oHei . Yet, fie- i|uenlly students alleinpt to shirk their resjion- sibilities rather than make the most of their numerous advantages.

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21 WAITING Jean Holcomh, ' 47 WHOO — wlioo — whoo. The six-thirty freight passed by the shun district and seemed to act as some sifinal for the remaining people on the already-darlieiiing streets. Stores were clos- ing, window shades were drawn, and small rag- ged boys and girls faded through dingy door- ways for supper. Over the shrill whistle of the disappearing train a loud call was heard. Tullie. hey Tuffie! You comin ' in or aren ' t you? Come on, hurry up. I ' ve got some news for you! This conversation was directed to a small, ragged seven- ear-old boy who was lingering at the end of the street, talking with the fellas. His name. Tuffie, well suited him because, in ad- dition to the fact that he did resemble a little toughie. with his ragged shirt, drooping knickers, and well-worn shoes, a large tuft of golden hair stood on end on top of the slightly-square head. Comin, ' Dannie, comin ' ! Just a sec. will ya? After a few last words he sped down the street and ' burst into his small tw o-room tenement house. In the front room, which served as living-room, dining-room and bedroom, there were two cots, a large cabinet, and a table where magazines, most- ly Superman and Bat-Man comic books of the most recent date, were treasured. The back room was so small that only a small portable electric stove, a sink and table could be used. But it was home to Tuffie and Dannie — some- thing to cling to. now especially, since their par- ents had been killed in an automobile accident. Dannie and Tuff were all that remained of the De Vine family and as Pop used to say. It ' s a darn good name to live up to. Dannie, eighteen, who had quit high school when sixteen, had the brunt of the responsibility on his shoulders. Tuffie, at the age of seven, could hardly help Dannie support either of them. Dannie had been working in Woody ' s Garage for two years, and although Tuff didn t have everything, he certainly was healthy and happy. After Tuffie had burst into the room, he ex- claimed. Hi, Dannie! Where are ya? What ' s for dinner? What ' s the great news ya got for me? Can the gang come up Saturday? Have ya got tonight ' s comics yet? Whoa, there, one at a time. Tuff! I ' m out in the kitchen, and if you ' ll come out here, you ' ll know vvhal s fm dinner. I ' csidi ' s. I Wiinl lo talk with ( n. Tiillif looked up in ?«Mipiise. Il was very sel- dom that Dannie asked lo talk lu him. Thev al- ways were just fooling or talking about the local baseball teams and Tuffie ' s chances of being first- baseman of the Wild Wolves. And every night they would count his pennies for the cocker spaniel he dreamed of. 0. K. Be right there, Tuff said. As he sat down at the well-worn kitchen table, Dannie said. Well. Tuff, here ' s the tiews. What would you think if I said I was going to join the Army? The Army!! Gee whiz, do you really mean it? I mean, golly, gee, the Army ! ! Maybe you ' ll meet pirates and mow ' em down with your tom- my gun. Then you can pull out your sword like General Lee ' s and swish — off goes a pirate ' s head! Send me home a pirate ' s head, will ya, huh? Tuffie exclaimed. Hey, now, wait a minute! Where did you get such ideas anyway? Besides, don ' t get so excited. I don ' t even know if I ' m going yet. In fact, it ' s really up to you, Tuff. You see, you ' d have to live up at the Home in the country if 1 did. Would you be willing to do that. Tuff? asked Dannie. The orphanage, Dannie? You mean the or- phanage: don ' t you? You want me to live in the orphanage without you, Dannie? Gee, golly, I couldn ' t live without you. You couldn ' t leave me up there all alone! exclaimed Tuff. All right. Tuffie, I ' m going to leave it up to you. But please don ' t call it an orphanage. Tuff, because it isn ' t. All the boys and girls living there are waiting for someone. Don ' t you see? You ' d just be waiting for me. that ' s all. Tell me your answer in the morning, will you? Now, forget about it and come on! Let ' s eat! About six-thirty the following morning. Tuffie slipped out of bed and woke Dannie. Lving awake in the night, he had decided that if Dan- nie wanted to fight, he could live in the Home for just a little while. The decision had been a hard one, as could clearly be seen by the dark circles and red eyes on Tuff ' s strained face. Psst, hey, Dannie, wake up. I ' ve decided. Dannie ' s head rose groggily off the pillow, and seeing Tuff, he sat up quickly. You sure. Tuff? Positively sure? asked Dannie. Sure, I ' m sure! You go ahead and fight the ol i piialcs and llicri come back and jicl nii-. O. K., Dainiit-y ' askrd iuH. Sine, and tluuiks, Tutl. You bel youi l)0(it.» I II be back as .soon as 1 can and gel you, replied Dannie.