Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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THE CHIMES 7 THE ANTIQUE CHAIR ''Ranny, I want you to go up in the attic and bring down that chair that belonged to Great-grandmother Curtin's grandmother. The Silvin-smiths have some chairs that they say are genuine antiques which belonged to some great aunt of George Washington. If my chair is glued and wired to- gether it will be fine to put in the parlor. Fil warrant we can invent as good a history about it as the Silvin-smiths did of theirs. Ranny obediently started for the attic stairs. The attic ■ was always an interesting place to Ranny, the more so because he was not allowed to go into it very often. It was a large attic and in it were innumerable trunks, bags, old satchels, barrels, the clothes of past generations, boxes, mice, a lot of old furniture, a pair of ancient crutches, an ancient and moth- eaten rocking horse, and last winter's woolen garments. You can easily understand how such an attic would be interesting. Some one had recently made a hurried search for Aunt Eliza's wedding dress as a costume for a masquerade. Everything was left topsy-turvy. A clothes basket with several bouquets of artificial flowers in it reposed on a battered highboy. The rocking horse was gently rocked in a rickety cradle by the unruly mice. When Ranny reached the head of the attice stairs, the old chair was nowhere to be seen. Ranny was glad of this be- cause it meant that he could have a chance to clamber over the trunks and other paraphernalia that littered the place. This would give him an opportunity to examine anything that he found while in search of the chair. Se' irg a bed with a mahogany china-closet piled on it, he decided this was the place to bee'in his hunt. Climbing on the bed, he heard a series of hair-rf i ing and blood-curdling squeals coming from the direction of the mattress. Oh h— h! Ranny cried in fright, but he calmed down very soon when he remembered how he had teased Allie, his sifter because she was afraid of mice. 'Tshaw, it's only mice. Fm not frightened anyway. They did sound awful though. I didn't know they made noises like that. No wonder A.Mce is scared of 'em. Oh D haw, I don't rare. he thought. Then he decided that the antique could not be in that corner of the attic. Of course he wasn't afraid of those little mice, but — oh pshaw ! He turned to a pile of trunks, on the top of which was a pile of boxes. The chair might be behind that. Placing his feet firmly in a crevice he started to climb, clutch- ing the lock of the third trunk. He didn't know what hap- pened next, only that the skyscraper of trunks (luckily they

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6 THE CHIMES aLunwi NOT Marion Damon, '25, is working in a Boston office. Eulaila Pinkham, '25, works in a bank in Boston. Edward McCarthy, '25, is employed as a plumber by Wil- liam Harney of Scituate Harbor, Mass. Mary Ford, '25, is taking a normal course at Boston Uni- versity. Grace Towle, '25, and Winifred Ward, '25, are attending Fitchburg Normal School. Mary Flaherty, '24, works in a Boston office. Martha Lincoln, '24, is employed in the office at the Keith Shoe Factory at East Weymouth, Mass. Helen Jellows, '24, is a clerk at the Scituate Grocery Store, Scituate, Mass. Priscilla Fish, '24, is working in the office of the George F. Welch Company. Barbara O'Connor, '23, is employed as bookkeeper in the office of the Otis Market, Scituate. James Dwyer, '24, is assistant electrician at the Electric Shop in Scituate. George Murphy, '24, works for the Massachusetts Bond In- surance Company in the Metropolitan Department in Boston. Velma Pelrine, '23, is now Mrs. Keith Huntley. Winifred Elliot, '25, is attending Gordon College in Boston. Margaret Cole, '25, is taking a librarian's training course in the Springfield Library. John Ford, '25, is employed by the Boston Albany R. R. Company in Allston as stenographer. Louise Murphy, '21, works at the G. Dana Yeaton Insurance office as stenographer. Dorothy Cole, '20, is teaching at Hingham, Mass. Franklin Sharpe, '24, is employed at the Atlantic National Bank as bank messenger. Hilda Stenbeck, '22, is taking a normal course at the Perry Kindergarten School in Boston. Evelyn Bonney, '24, is working in a doctor's office in New York. Thomas Barry, '22, is employed by the Edison Electric Com- pany in North Cohasset. Mildred Driscoll, '22, is a senior at Boston University. Mildred Webster, '22, is Mrs. Kenneth Briggs. Marion Topman, '20, is a nurse in a Boston hospital. Eleanor Dwyer, '24, is working in a steamship office in Bos- ton. Rose Hernan, '26.

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8 THE CHIMES were empty) reeled dizzily and crashed to the floor. Ranny saw whole constellations of stars and what seemed to be all the wealth of the Pharaohs of Egypt falling down on him with all its regal splendor. When he came to, he found himself upside down, his feet occupying a packing box while his head rested in his mother's ostrich-plumed Gainsborough hat. In his undignified descent he had plunged thru Aunt Emma's horse hair sofa. His shoulders were now wedged in it in an uncomfortable position. All around lay the treasures of the Magi which he had seen going down. When Ranney had extricated himself, he found these to be Christmas tree trim- mings, tinsel, gaily colored balls, beads, miniature Santa Clauses, cotton snow, all smashed into pieces. 'Charles Rannon! Whatever are you doing so long and what is all this unearthly noise? Nothing, I just fell down. Be down in a minute, reTDlied the battered boy, hastily sweeping the debris into a tool chest. ' I see the old chair now, as he spied it under the shelter of a wide-spreading hoop skirt. Ranny wiped the perspiration from his face and started down stairs with the antique chair, where he found the furniture all covered with a fine white dust, the plaster wh 'ch had descended in a cloud when the earthquake occurred. Son, I should think that you could find a chair without making all that noise. I thought the roof was falling in, scolded Mrs. Rannon. Anyway, I suppose I must forgive you for spoiling my furniture and ceilings as long as you brought my chair down whole. Boys are such blunder-busses. Oh' mamma, it wasn't anything at all, nothin' at all, Ranny innocently replied, rubbing a black and blue spot. Barbara Colman, '29. SUNSET A sunset ne'er did I behold As this one with its specks of gb d, Its dashing reds, its orange bright, Its blues, and lavenders, and white, The sky made rosy with its light Foretells, with beauty, a perfect night. Eleanor Cole. '26. OCTOBER When the nights are long and frosty When the days are cold and clear, When the golden woods are calling. Then we know October's here.