Abilene High School - Flashlight Yearbook (Abilene, TX)

t I WAP QlIIIlIIIIIIIIif? 2,3 FIJASHDIGHT QQQIIIIIIIIIIIIII CCONTINUEDD Xl nllulllnllnl li Wearily he passed on and, in stately steps, followed those students weighed down by the dignity of the many honors they have received for N scholarship, ability in music, expression, and dramatic work. There l , were Lota Clyde, Howard Creekmore, Mae Holt, Murrell Sayles, Fay Mitchell, Dorothy Wright, and sure enough, Arthur Williams, still work- 'ly ing on that composition book in Caesar, which he began in his Sophomore i, year, I was so busy watching Harrell Trantham, impersonating an X impatient woman, that a large number of our class celebrities slipped by without my taking full note of them. f M attention was next drawn to a lonely figure. Y l l V A l "He was finally persuaded to leave Montgomery's long enough to join in this procession, but, consistent with his nature, he could not be induced to join any group made up of girls." Napoleon was pointing to the lonely figure, which I had no difficulty in recognizing as that of Stuart Wagstaff. Near him was Gray Brown, appropriate for such a drab and somber scene. "Did you notice the shaved head of Bengy Wiltshire?" the ex-Emperor asked. His mother advised him to do that. It seems that during his Sop- homore year he was subject to some violence by a member of the History Department. He has adopted the policy of preparedness since then." "But this group cominglv I exclimed, Edward Duke, Alpin Dodson, Joe Dawley, Oran Shackleford, Prentive Mayfield, Carland Oliver, yes, and Aubery Brooks and J. C. Burkett, why are they all looking so solemn and pious?" "Pious is right," said Napoleon, "Do you notice that each one is carry- ing a Bible under his arm? They are all planning to enter the ministry." My surprise was suddenly checked by what appeared to be a family row going on behind this ministerial group. "Those two do that all the time," the great general said, showing a rising in his voice. I looked more closely and behold! Douglas McCauley and Ruth Will- iamson violently quarreling over a mirror, a comb, and a powder puff. Pete Olds, following close behind was, according to his usual custom, at- tempting to heap upon the struggling couple his timely suggestions and lengthly adivce. Mary Jo Payne,, walking quietly nearby, was offering an excellent example of the beauties of peace. The hand that held the crystal bell began to shake. Far as I could see in the distance my class-mates were still coming, but their faces were indistinguishable, the whole sphere was getting to be a blurred mass. Suddenly the crystal ball rolled from the great general's hand and crashed to the floor. "I am exceedingly sorry," he exclaimed, "but after my past experiences such things always upset me. l cannot stand vanity and quarrels, I am a lover of truth and peace." The great general's hand went back to its accustomed place across his breast. "Two years from now!', And he has gone. The vision was over. E 63 E lQwai ',-'Z ' As' ily' Ti 'Z'2f 4- i f 1 WlIlIIllIIIIl g5Q ' ll 'x,,,,.!