Athens State College - Columns Yearbook (Athens, AL)

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to make in Brown Hall. I longed to go up and speak to her, but Brownie said I must not, so we hurriedly left the building. We then made our way through dense crowds of people until we came to a narrow street lined on both sides with tall buildings. This is Wall Street, said my companion. Just then I looked up and saw the sign, A. M. Buchanan, Financier, on a window far above me. A. M. Buchanan, why that must be Annie Buck. Please let ' s see if it is. So my little guide and I flew up to the window and looked in. And there, sure enough, dictating to a stenographer was our own Annie Buck. Annie, I cried, starting toward her, but remembering that she could not see me, I hastily took my departure, followed by Brownie. Well, I suppose her experience with The Athenian and The Oracle is responsible for this. Annie always did come out several dollars ahead in everything that she undertook. Come on, said my companion, we have much more to do yet and very little time in which to do it. Soon we were moving over the Atlantic. I wanted to look down, but we were flying so rapidly that I could hardly get my breath, and I was afraid my sandals would drop off and I would land on the bottom of the ocean if I stopped. So I consumed the time in thinking of my old classmates and wondering where they were. Soon an airship came into view, and as we passed by it I caught a glimpse of a face I had not forgotten. It was that of Sadie Sturdi- vant, tall, lean, lanky Sadie. After visiting all the cities of America and breaking the heart of every man she met, she was now on her way to Europe to win for herself a duke or a lord, I suppose. England and France were passed over unnoticed, and we soon found ourselves in one of the crowded streets of Berlin. Here I received the greatest surprise of all. On a street corner, surrounded by great crowds of wom- en, stood Maggie Griffith, making a speech on Woman ' s Rights. Well, I always knew Maggie was deeply in- terested in woman ' s suffrage, but I didn ' t think it would ever come to this. Why, she ' s President of the Wom- an ' s Suffrage League of America, I heard someone near me say. Well, I ' m sure if everyone were as much in- terested in woman ' s suffrage as I gathered that Maggie was from the speech I heard, we wouldn ' t have much trouble getting our rights. What would happen next I could not imagine, and so absorbed was I in thinking of what I had already seen, that I paid no attention to the countries over which we were passing, and I was somewhat startled when I found myself alighting in the heart of Korea. Before me stood a beautiful granite building above the door of which were engraved the words, Persinger Hospital. I wondered if that could be Mary P. I always thought she would make either a good missionary or — an actress. While I stood there thinking about it, Mary P. herself came out of the door and down the steps. In her hand she carried a medicine case, and I knew that it was she who was at the head of this great institution. Already, Brownie said to me : The time the gods have allowed me to help you will soon be up and we must hasten back to the United States. (30)

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Prophecy H! I never will get it written. Why didn ' t they make someone else class prophet, anyway? Oh! I Avish the gods would endow me with the gift of prophecy. I just can ' t, I can ' t — Can ' t do what, piped a queer little voice near me. I looked about me, and there on my psy- chology, which I was pretending to study, stood the funniest little fellow who looked as if he might be made of brown gingerbread. For mercy ' s sake, who are you? I asked. I ' m a brownie, he an- swered in the same strange voice. A brownie? Why I thought brownies only existed in fairy stories. But wdiat are you doing here? I ' m one of a number of creatures who preside over the destiny of those who live in Brown Hall. Haven ' t you learned of some of the wonderful things that have been performed by me and my companions who reside in the walls of this wonderful building? Oh, I remember now how mysteriously some of the rooms in Brown Hall used to get cleaned up. I suppose you did it? Yes, and I am here now to help you. Oh, if you only would, I cried. All right ; tell me all about it and I ' ll see what can be done, he an- swered. I then told him how my classmates had ma de me class prophet, and that I could not write a prophecy because I had no idea where to begin. When I had finished, he said, I think I can help you. Just wait here a moment. Soon he returned bearing a helmet several times as large as he. This, he said, is Pluto ' s helmet. By means of it the wearer is made invisible. Pluto has gladly consented to lend it to you, and Mercury has promised his winged sandals also. Wait until I get them. He soon returned with the sandals, and after I had put theip on, he said, Now we are ready for our journey. What journey? I asked. Why our trip fifteen years into the future, was the answer. All right, I ' m ready, I replied, and we promptly set forth. Over fields, hills and towns we flew until the largest city I had ever seen lay below us. Where are we ? I asked of my little companion. We are now over New York. Follow me and do as I do. I did so, and soon stood on a crowded thoroughfare of the great city. Great throngs of people were going into a tall building near by. We followed them and soon found ourselves in a large court room filled with people. The famous Rocky- bilt murder trial is in progress, my companion whispered to me. Just then a lawyer stepped forward to make the plea for the defendant. As she spoke I seemed to remember having seen that face and heard that voice some- where before. Where could it have been ? Then suddenly I knew that she was my old classmate, Mary Key. I al- ways knew Mary would make a great lawyer or something of the kind when I listened to those speeches she used (29)

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Almost before I knew it, we had crossed the Pacific and were in Idaho, the State of beautiful views. We stopped at a spring, and while we were standing there a big touring car came up and stopped near us. Out of the car stepped a handsome middle-aged man, who took great pains in lifting out the lady who accompanied him. It was quite easy to see that they were newly married. And when the woman lifted her veil to drink of the water at the spring, whose face should I see but Anna Dinsmore ' s, or at least the face of the Anna Dinsmore that was, for her name was no longer Dinsmore, and she and her husband were spending their honeymoon touring Scen- ic Idaho. It was only the work of a few moments to go from Idaho into Montana. Here another surprise awaited me. My companion guided me to a little log schoolhouse on the outskirts of a mining town. In the door of the schoolhouse stood a little woman with hair drawn tightly back from her face and spectacles on. the nose. In her hand she held a large stick, and I knew she must make li fe very hard for her pupils. It took a second glance to recognize my old friend, Eunice McDonnald. She is teaching in order to go to New York and study art, my guide whispered. Well, if she hasn ' t been to New York yet, I ' m afraid she won ' t ever get there. Well, I ' ve seen all of my old classmates but Kathouise, I wonder where she can be, I said to my compan- ion, as we took our leave. We have only ten minutes left so we will not have time to see her, but I will tell you about her, was the answer I received. He then told me that she was a student in the University of Chi- cago, and that she would take her Ph.D. from that institution in a few months. I always knew Kathonise would do something really great, but I do wish I could have seen her. Ten minutes later found us soaring over southern Illinois, where my companion suddenly dropped down into a lonely graveyard, while I, of course, followed. What are we doing here? I asked, when we were safely on the ground. Wait and you shall see, he replied. Why I ' ve already seen all of my classmates and then it suddenly dawned upon me what he might mean, and in horror I turned and fled, running against a tombstone in my haste. Bang, went something. I looked down, and there on the floor lay my psychology, which had fallen from my lap, and the magic helmet and all had disappeared. Prophet ' 12. A-tb-ens College Library i tJiexxs. A-lat aT«» (31