Central High School - Caldron Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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A Tale of Ye Olden Times. 9 ' . '-4-4 3 If ' l fuw p, FTER ten months of hard labor a crowd of girls went to visit my grandmother for a few weeks. She lived in a lovely old house, e- 2 , ' 'tl F full of those relics which so charm young girls. fo ' 'Ir . . . . . k' A l One rainy afternoon grandma sent us all to the attic to rummage in the mysterious looking chests. Au hour or - ' WG.. rx so ' ' ' 'M two passed quickly: we dressed up in some old gowns that belonged to grandma in her youth and even to her mother. ia K' One of the chests contained letters, yellow with age, and other trifles which grandma had preserved from her girlhood days. K Gigi., -5' Among these we came across something tied up in paper, which perhaps had been white at one time, but 11OXV was as 0 l yellow as tl1e letters. Here is something that has a history, I am sure, said one of the girls, I wonder if' grandma will tell us about it. It's just the day for a story, so come, girls, let's go down just as we are and listen to a 'tale of ye olden times.' So down we all trooped, and very quaint and fantastic we must have looked in those gowns from fifty to one hundred years old. We found grandma in her room and as she looked at the package we gave her, she quietly remarked: I expected you would find this, my clears, and I was sure that it would excite your curiosityg for if I am not mistaken, girls are famous for discovering old relics and asking for their history. - XVe all clustered around her for we could tell from her manner that something very interesting was coming. 'When we were all com- fortably settled, grandma tenderly unwrapped the package, and held up before our eyes two satin slippers, so small that it seemed impossible that any one could ever have worn them. These two had been white at one time, but now were yellow with age. Grandma stroked them gently with her hand and for several moments was silentg but Finally she pushed back her spectacles from l1er eyes, and began her story. Many years ago I was rummaging in the attic of my grandmother, just as you have been doing this afternoon, and I came across the slippers tied up just as you found them. I took them down to my grandmother and asked for their story. After she had Finished I begged her to let me have the slippers, but she said that she couldn't part with them then. Not long afterwards, however, she died, and I took possession of them.