Perryville High School - Mustang Yearbook (Perryville, AR)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY THE CLOCK WAS STRIKINC MIDNIGHT. I WAS LISTENING TO 8EAUTIFUL RADIO MUSIC ON THE RADIO WHEN SUDDENLY A MYSTERIOUS VOICE FROM THE SHADOWS OF THE ROOM 9 UTTERED, BEHOLD, FOR THE SPIRIT of Prophecy has appeared before you. with her magic wand, SHE ROLLED BACK THE CURTAIN OF THE GREAT BEYOND. AS I S TO 0 0 AND GAZEO UPON THE STRANGE SIGHT THAT MET MY E YES , the Spirit opened her lips saying, Look, listen ano the PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1949 WILL 8E YOURS. AS I LOOKED AND LISTENEO, I SAW F AY E CARTER, A DAINTY LAOY OF SOCIETY, ENVIEO ANO FLATTEREO; YES, SHE WAS THE BELL OF EVERY BALL. And lo, who shoulo stand before me now but Pat Brewer, who was extracting teeth from the mouth of a small child. Then, I was taken to a battlefield, where the men were fight- ing ace to face with oeath, and I beheld Alton Brasier a3ly giving command to his forces. Shortly afterward, I saw a field in which J.B. Davenport, who became a farmer, was laborously plowing corn. As I was gazing at this scene, I saw Norman Doughty clearing land with his ENORMOUS 8ULL-DO ZER. And it came to pass that a football fell to the grouno beside ME, AND AS I LOOKED TO SEE FROM WHENCE IT HAD COME, I SAW Harolo Finkbeiner coaching the Arkansas Razorbacks. Before my eyes loomeo a beautiful country estate. Sitting on one of the porches was Mary Griffith, crooning a soft lullaby TO BEAUTIFUL TWIN BABIES. Now I was in Little Rock, Arkansas, attending a great civil case. The lawyer for the defense proveo to se none other than the famous declaimeR;, Robert Falls. He informeo me that Helen Holland was his private secretary, ano that even though SHF was pretty, she was very capable.