Cranston High School - Cranstonian Yearbook (Cranston, RI)

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-- CRANS I lllllllllllllllilllli i I tlllliiilll lllllliilll If wh , Z NHIQQ - M :K j X V xXXX SA-hw Snmons The Hooks Gosslp It was a dark night in midsum- mer. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled on the horizon as I hurried home along Park Avenue, before the storm should break. Suddenly a newspaper was blown in front of me. Some words on it caught my eye: Big Addition to Cranston High School Well on Its Way. Forget- ting the threatening storm, I imme- diately decided to go over to the High School from which I had grad- uated several years before, and see how it looked. When I got there, the night watch- man accosted me, and on hearing that I was an alumna of the school, in- vited me to go into the building and look around. I enthusiastically agreed and started. As I walked slowly along the dark corridor and up the broad stairs, oc- casional flashes of lightning lit every- thing with a blue glare. It was very lonely and I felt rather uneasy. When I was half way up the stairs, I heard a curious, metallic sound that at first I thought was thunder until I distinguished voices. Someone- several someones-seemed to be up- stairs! The noise suddenly stopped and I decided it must have been thunder. I arrived at Room I3 and stood for a minute looking in at my old home room. To my horror, I heard that harsh metallic voice again. There's one of them, it said. So it is, said another voice, curiously like the first one. i H ffff' l I I 1 Gi f l flip! W ji ill' ixxr

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C NSTON mmxmnmnnunnunnmur QQ' A B'MI!IIIIIIHNIIIllllllilliltiilllif - 1 E ,IQ S - S Class of 1924 .Q .5 Class Motto J There 'is no pathway of Howers leading to glory Officers A President Q, JAMES HORACE ALLENSON . Vice-President Secretary q ARLINE GARDNER DYER HELEN ANNA DROITCOUR Treasurer ALBERT ROBINSON JOHNSON Executlve and Graduation Committee JAMES HORACE ALLENSON ARLINE GARDNER DYER THOMAS DANIEL WADE HELEN ANNA DROITCOUR MARION VENTON DEANE ALBERT ROBINSON JOHNSON KATHRYN GERTRUDE KEEFE V5 ' M W ' 5 1 ,

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P' fn gp 'B gn n an Q I-- C NSTON I lookcd around bewildered try ing to see from where the voices came They apparently came from the empty dressing rooms She was mine the voice went I was her hook The hooks were talking' Was I dreaming? Well I thought lt s just the kmd of night for something weird to happen I guess Ill sit on this step and listen Yes so you were What a class that was' What good times 1t had' I was Marion Deane s hook remem ber her? I wouldn t be surprised if she were a great artist or actress I-low odd' grated another voice I belong to another actress Ger trude Potter She was wonderful as the stately lady in the plays Of course We remember her agreed another hook in a voice that was very peculiar It seemed to be try1ng to choke down a giggle. There it goes said some one indulgently. You know, my dears. a young lady used to hang her coat on it. The young lady was gifted-- or afllicted-with a very acute sense of humor-very acute, indeed. The hook caught it-that's why it talks that way. Dorothy Clark, giggled he hook, she laughed and the world laughed with her. I belonged to someone else like that--Tommy Wade, grated an- other voice nearer the stairway. You just wait till you hear who hung his coat on mel James Allen- son, President of the Senior Class and Manager of the Hockey Team! said another voice loudly, 5. gr g 1 1-4 .,.. - My my' Well you just listen to me I was used by Miss Kathryn forward she was' Got your dues? shouted another hook Who do I belong to? Albert Johnson' shouted the others Yes that was his mama He was perfectly normal otherwise But he made a good class treasurer Talking about good oflicers' What about Helen Droitcour as class secretary and secretary of the G A A ? And she was smart in every thing else besides spluttered another hook Well I guess Arlme Dyer was as sma1t as anyone anybody could men tion She was good at basketball too And remember the dance she managed? And her Latin transla t1ons were perfect dreams so the girls sald the hook Hnished with an ecstatic sigh. All the voices started to clatter at once, shouting their favorites: What about Lillian Blanding's English? And Cummings baseball? And Dot Drowne's mathe- matics? And Al Taylor's athletics? Irving Bates' singing? I was so startled that I got up too hurriedly and fell downstairs with a terrible crash. I opened my eyes. My mother was looking at me. Goodness, did you hear that awful thunder clap? Your window was wide open during all this storm. MARGARET RYDBERG, '24. Sllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllml 'IlllllIlll'llllllll?lllllfm? 2,