Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts - Mohawk Yearbook (North Adams, MA)

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fa '- 1gl.aQ.,- CLASS GF 1935 IUNIOR CLASS HISTORY It is a beautiful day in the spring of 1934, and the junior class is seated in rapt attention before a crystalfgazer-that magic spirit who would tell us of the past, and-we hope-predict our future. Suddenly the woman seated before the crystal seems to become aware of our presence, and she begins to speak: Things are not very clear in the glass--all is rather dim, as if it were, perhaps, some time ago -but I see faintly many cars, busses, trains, all seeming to be headed in the same direction-ah, --something looms out rather clearly-a large, yellow brick building-girls, many of them, enter' ing, carrying suitcases, boxes, bags, blankets, coats-all in great confusion. Now, the mist parts a little, and a man is standing on a platform before a large group of girls. He seems to be reading their names, for as his lips move, a girl stands, looking very much frightened and out of place. After this they leave the room, and I see nothing clearly for some time,-but a little farther on, I perceive a long receivingfline. through which groups of anxious girls are being taken. Later they are playing games, dancing, eating-enjoying themselves heartily. Now, I see these girls earnestly at work at their studies-walking through the helds, climbing hills, gathering and sketching specimens, probing into all forms of nature, I see them playing basketball, tenikoit archery. going on hikes: again they seem to be climbing a very high mountain, and all are in the best of spirits as they perform some rites of initiation: a little later, I see them gathered around a blazing Ere and eating 'hot dogs,' pickles, doughnuts, toasted marsh- mallows-and then they are on the homeward trip, tired? Oh, yes, but happy. More time seems to have elapsed and these same girls are moving in very strange costumes through the dark regions of a tunnel, in which are stationed many ghosts and terrifying obstruc' tions: at last they come to a place where apples, doughnuts, and cider seem to be plentiful, and all is jollity. Time passes and darkecoated forms are moving in and out among the girls in their light dresses-ah, yes!--they are dancing and the hall is very attractive with decorations, dim lights, ferns, easy chairs, and lamps. The scene changes quite suddenly, and although it is not very clear, I see a large group of girls wending their way about the town, very early on a snowy morning. Every now and then they pause before some home to sing, and their lips seem to form the words: 'God rest you mervie gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay . . .' Spring seems to have come, and I see girls in manyfcolored rompers playing on the lawn. There are a great many of them, and they are competing in their games. A little later, I see a picture which looks much the same, except that now there are younger children as well, girls and boys, and they are apparently giving an exhibition. A cloud seems suddenly to have settled over the group and they appear saddened-as if by the sudden loss of someone very near and dear to them. Gradually the shadow lifts, the scenes are moving very rapidly before my eyes, but they seem to be much the same as those about which I have told you. Some pictures stand out more clearly than others, but they are familiar happenings, and the faces, as I catch glimpses of them, are wellfknown to you. That is all that I can see clearly enough to tell. Then one of our classmates speaks, raising timidly the question which is in every mind, Can you tell us something of the future? At the mention of the word the crystal becomes cloudy and dim-nothing can be clearly seen-and the gazer slowly shakes her head. I can predict nothing. Being Juniors, we are not surprised at her answer, for we have grown used to wondering what will happen to us next,-but we hope for the best, and whatever comes-we'll stick together! LINDA HAZELTON, '3 S. 25