Yeatman High School - Yeatman Life Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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EXCUSED NORBETH DUBY--january, 1927 Sleep, my dolly, I-'Vlzilc I hold you iight Sleep in drcamland Safe til morning Iightf' I N the large music room, a small group consisting of Chub, her mother, Mrs. Irvene, Bud, her brother, and her cousin Beth, was gathered around the piano. The girls and Mrs. Irvene were rehearsing a song which was to be sung at an entertainment the next week. Bud was very much absorbed in watching the little girls put their dolls to sleep with this childish lullaby. Another occupant of the room was not taking any part in the rehearsal, nor was she watching the girls, as she was too busy with her own affairs. This was Marguerite, Bethis ba-by sister. Bye and bye she left the room to go in search of her mother, who was in another part of the big, old house. She was seen to crawl through the long hall that led into the piano room and was soon lost to sight as she turned a corner. Just after she left, the lights flickered and went out. Mamma, where are the lights ? queried Chub. Stand still, children, and Iill have the lamp lighted in a moment, so we can go on with this song. You know you must learn it perfectly before next week, answered Chub's mother. Your uncle john has been busy with that light power-tank for the past half hour. The regulator has not been used because Uncle John thought the electric lights would be installed any day. It must be watched carefully. The tank referred to was one of acety- lene used to furnish light in the house. It was a very dangerous method, as many ter- rible things might happen if the pressure became too great for the small tank. This one had become particularly troublesome and often the lights could not be used unless Mr. Nlfrifrht worked on them for a long while. Thelgemergency lamp being lighted, Mrs. Irvene played a few more chords of the song and the children began to sing again. Sleep, my dolly, lVhile I holdin Boom-m-in!! The house rocked on its foundation. A piercing scream was heard that sent a chill down the spines of all in the room. Everything was again thrown into darkness. lvindows were shattered and bricks from the outer wall fell around the room. No one there was hit by the danger- ous missiles, but their nostrils were filled with dust and powdered mortar. Mother, mother, screamed Chub. Are you here? VVhat happened? VVher's Bud and Beth? Fm so f-f-frightened. I-Iere's me, mamma and I'm 'fraid, too. This was from Bud, who had been quiet up to this time. I-lush! ls 'any one of you hurt? No? Thank goodness! Someone will come in a few minutes to help us get outside. VVe must stand still and not take any steps at all, advised Mrs. Irvene. In a far corner of the room she noticed a dull, red glow. The children, too, saw it and began to talk excitedly among them- selves. Mrs. Irvene was busy thinking of the others. XY here were the rest? VVas any of them injured? VVhere had Marguerite crawled to when she left the room? All these thoughts were circulating through her brain as she sat on the piano bench with the children huddled close around her. She was peering about the room to see if there was any opening through which they could es- b b Ninety-three