Appomattox State Agricultural School - Agricola Yearbook (Appomattox, VA)

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QAG 14533, I then saw Elsie Payne, to which the following description may be applied: Eyes that are blue and smiles that bewitchf' She was an efficient gray-haired history teacher, impressing upon her pupils the importance of knowing all about Richelieu and Captain Smith. In a group, Thomas Caldwell, Guy Harris and Walker Thornhill made their appearance. No American Soldiers were as proud of responding to their Country's call as these three, for they were then fighting in the trenches of France, clisplaymg 'in them what was best. Next came Joe Inge. Yes, there he stood in the shoes of President Wilson, which he had long since laid aside. His face was serious and grave, and in his thought, the destiny of the mightiest nation on earth. Crying and sighing, came our aifectionate Annie Laurie Marshall for a divorce from Richard Caldwell, because she had found out that he was not a self-made man. I caught sight of the most wonderful city of Virginia, Hopewell, and in its midst were two of my classmates, Aubrey Webb, having risen to the position of principal of a High School, had associated with him in the enlightenment of the cosmopolitan population, Beulah St. John. Other familiar faces then rose out of the darkness and portrayed their paths of life. There came to my ears the sentiment of Lillian Evans, Happy Am I, from Care I'm Free, Why Arenlt They All Contented Like Me? Sweetly and lovingly, she lrightened the home of a young professor of Chatham Training School. I heard the favorite quotation of Julian Gills, Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray thy poor heart to woman. He had closely followed his motto, for he was a bachelor and also an artist, studying intensively the Architecture of Greece. And he went from place to place, gathering relics of the Old Greek Art. With a cat purring on the hearth-rug, dozing by the fire-side sat an old maid-her hair screwed up in a tight little knot on the top of her head. Her, I recognized to be Macie Inge still living in Appomattox, 4'Still achieving, still pursuing. t'Learn to labor and to wait, brought to my mind the daily expression of George Martin 's face, and truly said, for he was the only member of our class engaged in active Christian service-being a. progressive Missionary, in China. 26

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SAG R MA Prophecy of Class '18 HEN our little band of pilgrims swung into the boisterous tide of Q ' High School work just four years ago, there was such a terrible if mixture of giggling girls and wiggling boys, that it was rather per- QS3 plexing to know just what Dame Fortune had in store for them. 6 The long and the short, the fat and lean, the idiot and genius, 00 the wise and foolish, have fought their way shoulder to shoulder, ris- ' ing and falling on the cbbing tide until in June, 1918, we have twenty-five survivors, who appear above the surging waves of Geometry, Latin and Physics, and have a future worth revealing. Before me a dark mysterious veil lifted, enveloping me into eternal dark- ness, and the uncanny hand of fate guided me across unfathomable depths to the Delphian Oracle. There in a sequestered bower, amidst rustling oaks, shrouded in the clouds of vapor, I connnuned with the goddess of fate, who many times in the history of old, has waved her mystic wand over the heads of Roman and Grecian heroes. A still small voice whispered into my ears, t'Be not amazed, for 'whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap '. The future of your classmates is only a fulfillment of the past. A stroke of the mystic wand and out of the vapor came Herman Bass with his serene countenance and drea.1ny eyes of brown. He wa.s living in his happy home of the far West-his profession obtained-and by his Fireside was his faithful Kat. - Far off in the Oriental world-Harry Shotwell was swaying the audience of Ancient Rome to the strains of his melodious music. In the Sunny South, was Lucile Caldwell, teaching Domestic Science with a zealous CZellerlsj heart to return to 4'Old Virginny. There was our athlete, Elliott Cheatham, happily residing in a neat bunga- low beside Randolph-Macon, as his better half was a member of the faculty of that College. Next from the vapor, flew Lewis Vaughan, our faithful student in Mathe- matics. He was a skillful civil engineer in France, which speaks 'well for our Class of '18. 25

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SAG R MA I heard the whirring sound of a dynamo, and saw Robert Beale, our electrician. He was following closely in the foot-steps of Thomas Edison, ex- perimenting incessantly with electricity and its applications. Then came Susie Booker. She had accomplished her long desire to be a Red Cross Nurse, and by her side, in one of the largest hospitals of France, was her most amiable companion, Doctor Thomas Turnes. Then to my surprise, whom should I see but a prime old bachelor, Roy Shotwell. He had always been popular among the fair sex, but to his sorrow had never found his '4Dream Girl. I next saw Lonnie Finch, who had won fame in the Athletic field, and was pitching ball for the Giants. Among my lucky friends, who had risen to dazzling heights of fame, was Kathleen Rucker. In the West was a magnificent amphitheater, and there Kathleen was singing her way into the hearts ofthousands of people. I-Ier favorite selection was Carry Me Back to Ole Virginnyf' where of course, she could catch more Bass. And Lo! There I stood amidst the oaks, and behold-the rustling of the leaves ceased and my fate remained untold. PRoPHETEss. IP. S.-The author of the above, at an early age, became famous for her novels and stories of romance, all of which suggestive of their origin, speak for great truths and high ideals.-ED1'roR.l