Hueytown High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Hueytown, AL)

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PROPHECY The shades of twilight were deepening and the forest was bathed in that purple mist which conies with summer sunset, I was almost home and being rather tired from my long ramble through the woods I decided to rest for a few minutes, to sit real still and listen to tlu whippoor-will. While thus absorbed in the beauty of nature I was startled at hearing someone speak to me. Quickly turning to my surprise, I saw a lovely C.ipsy girl standing directly behind me. I was rather startled at first but after seeing that she was harmless I allowed my romantic nature and imagination to take possession of me and began o shower her with questions. After talking to her for several minutes 1 was struck by an idea, which seemed to me a very brilliant one. I thought perhaps she would be able to relieve of much an.vety if she could in any way help me with the prophecy of this class. 1 asked tier if she was good at telling fortunes and she seemed to be very interested and eager to help me. After explaining to her how it ever happened that I was made Class Prophetess with the whole class aware of my inability to do globe gazing. She said that since she was not acquainted with any of you the best she could do would be to give me these beads which were given to her by an old member of the tribe. It was said that these beads would enable one to see through the vista of years and determine the destiny of others. So tonight I have here nincten beads. May I see some beautiful future for each of you. I will begin with this lovely purple one; as I press it gently between my fingers everything seems to grow misty before my eyes and I see a bevey of college girls playing basketball and there in the midst I see Myrtle Skates, a former star at H. II. S., now coaching at Montevallo. This picture leaves and I see here a lovely forest all brown and green and there seated at her easel is a beautiful white haired girl, whom I recognize as Kathleen dressed in a smock of palest green which seems to make her a part of this forest. She is painting a tiny little brook which circles down through the hollow like silver magic, dancing and singing in the sunlight. While I trace this little path of light the surroundings seem to grow darker until this one leaves me. By pressing this next one I see a large stage, a spotlight is moving across it as if in search of some one. now it has stopped and onto this stage which is black as night, with one great bound as though she leaps through infinite space from a falling star into the small safe circle of the spotlight comes Edith Lucille. straight on the tips of her silver toes, with laughter for a dark world in both her outstretched hands, floating and drifting, lovely and light as floating thistle—down like a butterfly gone mad. like a flying leaf and dancing star until 1 can no longer see her. By touching this one I see a large tent over which floats a pennant with these words; “Radcliff Chautaqua” and on a bulletin board placed to one side I see the program for the first afternoon: looking closer I can read these words: “J. A. Wilson, Well Known Leader of the Wilson Orchestra, Will Entertain With a very Interesting Program. Well. well. I am glad to know that Aubrey is still interested in things musical. With this next one 1 notice that it is the opening night of the new play at the New Amsterdam theater on lower Broadway, all is excitement for a noted English actress is to make her debut. The billboard announce sthat her career Pa tc Twenty

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CLASS POEM When evening shadows deepen And night begins to fall And the stars begin to twinkle In the heavens above us all. It is such a satisfaction to take a little rest When you've worked all day at something And done your very best. And while you arc there resting Vour thoughts begin to fly Back to your dear old school days Back to the days gone by It is such a sweet remembrance And you cannot help recall The days when you were Seniors Were the sweetest of them all. A queer sensation grasps you And your face begins to beam As nineteen happy faces Come gliding in your dream. Each face to you is sweeter Each voice you seem to hear As you did when we were Seniors When we sang our song of cheer. “Through difficulties to the stars” Was the motto of our class. Success is calling to you: “Keep digging at your task.” Though your work is often tiresome And you seem so very slow just work like you were a Senior Some twenty years ago. Where are those bright-eyed lassies And those lads so full of life? Out in this world of sorrow In this world of toil and strife? But no matter where they tarry And no matter where they roam They'll remember when we were Seniors And our school life hack at home. Mow you'd love to be a Senior Just for a few more days: You would lengthen every moment And gain your teacher’s praise. You’d not tire of all your studies. You’d have no sad regret. For the days when you're a Senior Are the days you can’t forget. Edith Smith. ’23. Page Nineteen

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as an actress was first noticed when she appeared with the Black Friars at the l. of A. The curtain rises and the first act progresses, the heroine appears and 1 see someone in the audience jump to their feet and I recognize her as myself, for the actress is no English lady but my own class mate, Pauline. 1 press the next bead and I see a large school, the campus filled with boys and girls, and there on a rustic bench all by himself is an old man, his beard touching his knee, writing poetry, it is none other than Homer Parsons, the Longfellow” of our class, still a freshman at Auburn! This next one shows an entirely new picture; I see a somewhat fleshy girl struggling to get her head and arms through a red and white sweater. There, she has it on! Well. I declare if it isn't Beatrice with an Alabama sweater. She always had a tendency to wear football sweaters. The next picture that I am able to see is a very small town which I recognize as the city of Enslev and there in the doorway of a little brown bungalow is a tiny, black haired girl, once known as Flora Carter. I thought she was bov proof but it doesn’t look like it now with her keeping house. I touch the next and I see sand, all white and sparkling from the white rays of the sun. Yes, it is a desert, j erhaps one of my classmates has turned Shiek; but no. it is a lady that 1 see, a small bob-haired lady on horseback, laughing and talking to a big. fat man. I notice that both seem to Ik. very richly dressed and. oh! the lady is Marvinee. But what is she doing out there? Let me see. I remember now how she always said, she would ratehr be a rich man’s darling than a poor man’s slave, so I guess that is she and her rich husband making a tour on the desert. The next scene is that of a schoolhousc and standing at the steps arc two lady teachers whom I recognize as Leona (iwin and Myrtle Hallmon. 1 touch another bead and here 1 see Pearl Hawkins giving the Valedictory address at Woman’s College. And with this next bead 1 see Montevallo and there seated in his private office is the Dean, looking closer I recognize Roy Dyer, an old favorite of the class—Dean of Montevallo—imagine it. I suppose he got his start early when visiting there. By touching this next bead I find myself at Rickwood. today is the yearly football game between Auburn and Centre and there surrounded by young men in uniform I see Grady Howard. By his wonderful playing while in high school and college lie has won for himself the position of Coach at Auburn. While pressing the next bead a large ballroom appears, there arc beautifully dressed girls and handsome men in their staid black and white evening clothes all lined up against the wall, they are watching two figures in the center of the room who are dancing. The onlookers encore again and again. As 1 watch them I notice that they are doing the famous dance known as the Argentina Tango. Now they have finished and they become enveloped in the crowd, I wonder who they are. so handsome and graceful; let me see—there, I see written on the door these words: Mr. Wei by Smith, successor of the once famous Rodolph Valentino, performing the Argentina Tango with Miss Anne Louise Cunningha mas his beautiful partner. Now I come to my last bead, I touch it and I seem to be on the desert once more; directly before me is the much talked of Egyptian tomb, a large crowd is assembled there and in its midst I see Luther Knight and Knox Davis. two of a kind, and them two digging in King Tut’s tomb! Laura Johnson, ’23. Pageg Twenty-one