Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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fm RANDFA'llHl3R Willetts leaned wearily back in the massive uncomfortable chair. Perhaps its very mas- siveness was what wearied him. His frail, old-fash- ioned figure was not at home in this room of his. en s The whole room was too expensively old-fashioned. Grandfather closed his eyes, and his memory slipped easily back to the dear old-time sitting room with its yellow chintz curtains and its low white cl1airs,- 1 Amanthis' chair and Fatl1er's. Even now when Will called him Father, his memory caught a glimpse of the yellow and white cottage, of Aman- this and the children. He and.tl1e little tots would romp through the sunny rooms to where Mother was, and enjoy the usual game of tag around the sewing table till he thought they had played enough. When Father laid his hand on Mother's shoulder and she looked up and smiled, the children understood they were a bit too noisy. They laughed and skipped out tothe yard.-A light rap roused him. A girl of eighteen came eagerly into the heavy mahogany room and dropped down on the big four-poster. Grandfatl1e1', is all that furniture in the attic yours i Yes, Elizabeth. Grandmother andl kept house with it when your father was only a little boy. Grandfather gazed unseeing, straight ahead, for a minute, and Elizabeth decided to postpone her request and hear about the furniture. It's all so quaint, with those little. wreaths of yellow roses on the backs of the cl1ai1's, she said softly. How did you have the rooms? Were they in yellow, too? Y es, they were. And he painted a loving picture of the low chairs, the chintz curtains, the sewing table, and the dainty white dresser, as they looked in the sunny cottage years ago. Unconseiously Grandfather gave little touches of life in the cots rage, and this nnodern girl caught, glimpses of the simple happy life of a girl bride a half century ago, and of her handsome lrusband-glimpses of Amanthis and me, of her own grandfather whom she had thought of as always quiet and retiring. As she left with his pleased consent to use the white furniture in her room, with yellow fl- U'-1 ,nb 'g ' . if s , ,.--,.e.- .':-' r. ,sfe -:- .1s' paffi Tix -I--3552: 7- Vi til. aussi'- lest We target Br JEANNE SAWYER

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is nnntn at teeth dll' H W W l I r N W t r 'V-it ll r t ff' is ll dl l chintz, Elizabeth felt a little of the pain of contrast between Grandfather's cottage life and his life in their ultra-modern house. Her eyes smarted when Grandfather Willetts came in to dinner that evening ou his crutches, and went through the ordeal of introduction to his daughter-in-law's guests. The next day Elizabeth boarded the street car clown town, her arrns piled high with bundles, and found a seat toward the back of the car. At the next corner a crowd that had been to see the old soldiers' parade pushed ing but they all made way when a prosperous looking business man helped frail, feeble Grandfather Wil- letts toaseat and intrusted him to the conductors care. Will then shouldered his way out without seeing his daughter. She had witnessed the whole affair, but was prevented from speaking to Grandfather by the crowd in the car. The man next to Grandfather just then gave his seat to a little brnsque old gentleman, who looked pleased to see some one his own age. One glance. at the stranger's ruddy face and little white goatee, and Grandfather instinctively called hint Major. a Well, Major, we got seats this time, didnt we? The other briskly answered the pleased wavering question. The noise ofthe car drowned their talk of the parade, but Elizabeth heard the Major ask, How old are y'? Eighty. And how old are you? Why, I'm eighty, too. Fuunyl' and the Major chuckled. You must've taken good care o' yourself to keep so young looking, Grand- father said half wistfully. Sho just go around likeayoung man! Then after a short silence, Where d'you live? With my son's folks. He looked sadly at the wrinkled hands holding his crutches. The young folks don't care anything about tts old people. No, they don't, the other answered slowly. A long pause, and the Major asked, Got your wife yet? No, brave you? HNOBI 'father sat thinking. Oh, Arnanthis- Grant. Tre conductor helped the old man off 3 but Elizabeth was fighting to keep the tears Jack, and she did not know it was time to leave the car. As she got off at the