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Speiryvil.e School
Coal Oil Lamp—Gone
With the advent of electricity, the coal oil lamp has been relelegated to an attic shelf and to a nailov. ed sp.,t in our memories. Of course, many of the older lamps are being wired and “shaded” for okectricity. Some of these older ones are really beautiful, with tlieir globes of amber or red or milky white adorned with pictures of flowers in color.
Do you remember th'e hail ’.amps that were pulled down by a chain for lighting and then caref- lly “run up" again into placeonly to have to be lowered again to adjust ibe wick? What fun it was to see a sexton of the preelectricity days use a hook on a long pole to lower the chandiiier and then let it gradually ascend while the onlookers held their breath—and best of all were those tare times when one lamp in the group would “creep up’ right du.ing preaching, and the Service would be suspended while some ’..rave male “pillar” would correct the troubtle.
Of all the thoughts concerning roal oil lamps the ones most firmly fixed in this oldster’s mind are those of having to clean them: first, filling the jamp with kerosene; then trimming the wicfc*with a pair of scissors kept for that purpose only —. not with a pipe stem a-s old Joe Dicken’s junk dealer did in A Christmas Carol; next washing the chimneys and polishing them with a soft cloth.
Gone are the coal oil lamps for most of us, and, thank heaven, they took with them that sickenine odor of a eharied wick.
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