Have a Part in the Class Play

17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today: 

Monday, January 20, 1913: Our class expects to have a swell blow-out one of these days. We’re going to give a play. I am Chloe the negro servant. That was the part I really wanted.

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Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:

Hmm—I could go a lot of directions with this post, but I guess I’ll just leave it with this:

I’m glad Grandma got the part she wanted, but I wonder why she really wanted the role of Chloe. Was it a large part . . . or a relatively minor one? Did she think that it would be a challenging role . . . or an easy one?

1913 Dresses

17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today: 

Saturday, January 18, 1913:  Fixed some of my clothes today. Didn’t do much work because I didn’t feel very energetic.

Source: Ladies Home Journal (March, 1913)
Source: Ladies Home Journal (March, 1913)

Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:

I bet Grandma wasn’t very energetic fixing her clothes because she wished that she had new clothes.  Did Grandma dream of having the outfits featured in Ladies Home Journal?

For more hundred-year-old fashions, see Fashion a Hundred Years Ago.

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Hemophiliac Czarevitch Alexei Sick Again

17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today: 

Tuesday, January 14, 1913:  Haven’t spent much time on my studies this evening. At present I am waiting for Ruth to get through with a paper so I can read it.

Alexei Nikolaevich, Heir to the Russain Throne (Source: Wikipedia)
Alexei Nikolaevich, Heir to the Russian Throne (Source: Wikipedia)

Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:

What was in the headlines a hundred years ago today? I’m not sure what was in the newspaper that Grandma and her sister Ruth were reading, but I was surprised to discover that the New York Times had an article about the son of Russian Tsar Nicholas II.

Whew, a hundred years ago Russia was still ruled by a Tsar! Grandma was writing before the beginning of the Soviet Union . . . and before the Russian Revolution.

CZAREVITCH IS ILL AGAIN

Heir to the Throne is Again Confined to His Bed

London, Tuesday, Jan. 14—The correspondent in St. Petersburg  telegraphs:

After being present at the Christmas festivities of the garrison at the palace of Tsarskoe Selo, the Czarevitch, who was mysteriously ill in the autumn is again confined to his bed.

The Dowager Empress, who has been suffering from lumbago, is obliged to keep to her bed.

Owing to the unfavorable impression caused by the cancellation of the New Year’s reception, which was to have been held at the Winter Palace today, the Czar with receive the Diplomatic Corps at the palace of Tsarskoe Selo.

New York Times (January 14, 1913)

Alexei, the oldest son of the Tsar had hemophilia –and that’s probably why he was ill a hundred years ago today. His mother Alexandra believed that a monk named Rasputin was the only person who knew how to cure him. As a result Rasputin became extremely powerful. This was seen as scandalous by many in Russia, and helped bring about the Russian Revolution and the end of the Tsars.

Rasputin (Source: Wikipedia)
Rasputin (Source: Wikipedia)

Found Report Card

17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today: 

Wednesday, January 8, 1913: Was so lucky to find my report just where I had put it. I feel very much relieved for I was rather worried. Have my part of the dialogue pretty well learned.

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Recent photo of house Grandma lived in when she was a teen.

Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:

Where did Grandma find her report card?  The previous day she could not find the card, and was very worried about it.

Some things have not changed over the last hundred years. It’s always upsetting when something is lost—though it usually turns up sooner or later.

It’s funny how I usually find lost things where I put them. When this happens I feel annoyed with myself . . .

The Dialogue

Grandma was very involved in the Literary Society at her school and I think that she was memorizing part of a dialogue for an upcoming Literary Society meeting or program.

Lost Report Card

17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today: 

Tuesday, January 7, 1913:  This weather is simply dreadful. I’ve been hunting my report card this evening. Don’t know where in the world I put it.

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Did she look in her bureau drawers for it?

Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:

How—or maybe the question is “Why”— did Grandma misplace her report card? Could she have misplaced it because she was unhappy with the grades—and was trying to delay showing it to her parents for as long as possible?

Grandma’s New Year’s resolution was to study harder in 1913—and her diary entries on January 2 and 3 indicated that she was studying very hard—but nothing has been mentioned about studying since then so maybe the resolution fell  by the wayside. . . or it was too late in the grading period to bring the grades up.

The Old Clock on the Stairs by Longfellow

17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today: 

Monday, January 6, 1913:  Copied off parts of a dialogue this evening. We are getting ready for our next meeting.

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Source: Osgood’s American Sixth Reader

Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:

The meeting probably refers to the Literary Society at Grandma’s high school.

What dialogue did she copy?

I browsed through a very old book called Osgood’s American Sixth Reader. The book focused on elocution, and contained lots of poems and prose for students to memorize…. Shakespeare. . Chaucer. .. Dickens. . .

I found myself drawn to a poem by Longfellow (probably because it was one the few that contained an illustration that I could use in this post.  :))

The Old Clock on the Stairs

H. W. Longfellow

1. Somehwat back from the village street

Stands the old-fashion’d country-seat;

Across its antique portico,

Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw;

And from its station in the hall

An ancient time-piece says to all,

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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2. Half-way up the stairs it stands,

And points and beckons with its hands

From its case of massive oak.

Like a monk who under his cloak,

Crosses himself, and sighs, alas!

With sorrowful voice to all who pass,

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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3. By day its voice is low and light;

But in the silent dead of night,

Distinct as a passing footstep’s fall,

It echoes along the vacant hall,

Along the ceiling, along the floor,

And seems to say, at each chamber-door,

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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4.  Throughout days of sorrow and of mirth,

Through days of death and days of birth,

Through every swift vicissitude

Of changeful time, unchanged it stood,

And as if, like God, it all things saw,

It calmly repeats those words of awe:–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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5.  In that mansions used to be

Free-hearted hospitality;

His great fires up the chimney roar’d,

The stranger feasted at his board;

But, like the skeleton at the feast,

That warning time-piece never ceased:–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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6.  There groups of merry children play’d:

There youths and maidens, dreaming stray’d;

Oh, precious hours! Oh, golden prime,

And affluence of love and time!

Even as a miser counts his gold.

Those hours the ancient time-piece told:–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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7.  From that chamber, clothed in white,

The bride came forth on her wedding night;

There, in that silent room below,

The dead lay in its shroud of snow;

And in the hush that follow’d the prayer

Was heard the old clock on the stair:–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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8.  All are scatter’d now and fled:

Some are married; some are dead:

And when I ask, with throbs of pain,

“Ah! When shall they all meet again,

As in the days long since gone by?”

The ancient time-piece makes reply,–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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9.  Never here, forever there,

Where all parting, pain, and care.

And death, and time, shall disappear!

Forever there, but never here!

The horologe of eternity

Sayeth this incessantly:–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

1913 Hair Styles

17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today: 

Sunday, January 5, 1913:  Went to Sunday School this morning. Would like to go every Sunday of this year. Was over to see Carrie this afternoon. Went along with her to church this evening.

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Source; Ladies Home Journal (November, 1913)

Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:

Carrie Stout was a friend of Grandma’s who lived on a nearby farm. What did the two teens talk about? . . . do?

When I was young my friends and I enjoyed fixing each other’s hair. Maybe Grandma and Carrie also enjoyed fixing each other’s hair.

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There’s a fun YouTube video that shows how to do an early 1900s updo.

Beauty Through the Decades, 1900-1910 Hairstyle