Salem Academy - Quill Pen Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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LQ P 4 umm .. U. QT .t, f 1-,,:4 .E A vw Y E b na 5, .. Uxyl w L, I .Q - v ea. W - r .Q . as - a i. .' ,.o I ' il ef -- A Q' A . e - with -3,1-z e , ss .. Class Prophecy HOSE of you who were in London during the winter of 1940 will recall that the fog was even denser and more penetrating than is usual in a city famed for its unpleasant dampness. As I happened to be passing through that winter, my delicate constitu- tion, always susceptible to the slightest Huctuations of the weather, succumbed to the dread ehillg and I discovered myself sniffling under four blankets, three hot water bottles at my feet, a battalion of doletors and nurses squirting atomizers, slapping mustard plasters, and in general showing themselves to be charming and congenial companions. Outside the medi- cal diversions provided for my amusement, my one solace was in a battered portable phono- graph for which I had but one record, a scratched disk carrying the theme-song of the Queen of Jazz, Peggy Brawley, and her orchestra-- California, Here I Come. After the fifth day of hearing it, much of an admirer of Peggy's music as I am, I must confess that I began to find the air slightly monotonous. It was just at this time that Miss Scroonch, one of my nurses, announced that I had a caller and handed me a card bearing the name of the wife of a noted London minister. To say that I was astonished would be putting it mildly, for I knew that my only London acquaintances, Davy VVindsor Cwho is often called the Prince of Walesj, his monnna and poppa Qcalled by many people the King and Queenj, and the Duke of York were all down at Sandringham. VVhen my unexpected caller was shown in, imagine my delight to recognize Kathryn Kilgore, who had noticed an account of my indisposition in the Market section of the Landon Times. Kathryn, who had always shown an inventive trend of mind, had brought with her the latest product of her mighty brain, an extraordinary contraption resembling a small wash- ing machine, which she called The Spectre-phone. After throwing kisses at me, for fear of my cold, she explained that her invention was attuned to the most delicate ether waves, and that powerful mental application on the part of the operator of the machine, along with the manipulation of several dials, could produce an actual image of any scene or person concentrated on. The spectre-phone fortunately possessed a little attaclnnent, known as the Censor, which protected the concentratee from revelations of too intimate a nature. On hearing this I was overjoyed, and immediately east off two blankets and one mustard plaster, the better to think. VVhat should I concentrate on? And then, like a plaintive wisp of old lavender, there blew across my recollection one of the happy scenes of my innocent girlhood: Salem Academy! Casting about wildly for the name of one of my old school- mates, I thought of the alphabet. I.et's seef-the letter Afwho would that be? VVhy, Anne -Anne Perkins. I concentrated with all my meagre strength. Kathryn twisted dials. Hor- rible noises filled the room-a brilliant flash of light--and then upon the wall was projected an indistinct picture. It grew sharper. Behind a desk, benevolently nodding at dozing pupils, satawhy it was Anne! Fluently from an open book she was reading Latin to her sleepy class. VVhat a profound knowledge of Latin Anne must have! I exclaimed, look- ing intently on the book she held in her hand. The book grew larger. Then I understood. Unsuspected by her fond pupils, she was reading from a translation of Cicero, which was hidden behind the covers of the class book. Oh, fie! fie! Anne. And who was that teacher carefully tiptoeing in and out amongst the pupils? VVhy, Helen I.itz, as I live. She was Assistant Latin Instructor, and it seemed her principal duty was to move among the pupils to see that they used no Latin jacks. Next I focused my attention on Gertrude Bagwell. The amazing scene that flashed on the wall looked very much like a scene from the motion picture Trader Horn. A score of dusky Cannibals were dancing about a huge pot, beneath which blazed a hot fire. From the pot peeped the inquiring face of a gentleman in a sun helmet. To one side stood the wife of the plump, boiling missionary. It was none other than Gertrude, a missionary If T if 1. f 2 ' 1 9 .7 ' l vii: 3 4 ...gg-ilu E 1 ,Aj lj j Q Page 27

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f 4 QGWIIEX!-L' . ti A t f i , .. , V , 'Q . o s. a e fl Q- ' f 'WMA fi , ,gm , - N M14 fx -.1 ,X .. . fp s? :fi . Qi, 4fIjif1La, , herself. She was admonishing the savages in a stern tone, saying: It is very wicked of you, you had Ethiopians, to he cooking my husband like this. The next scene, which was produced by a concentration for Kathleen Madden, revealed the glorious facade of the Academy itself. There, posing on the front steps with a group of the students, was Kathleen, who was saying: Gather around me, my chickens, so the man can take the pretty picture. Just as I was beginning to think that our class had pretty thoroughly turned its back on domesticity, I discovered Barbara Fulton, a. howling infant in one hand, talking on the telephone to her circle leader in the Home Moravian Church, while through the hall door I caught a glimpse of her industrious husband dozing before the fire. Though I couldn't see his face very well, I noticed a remarkable resemblance to a certain young man whom I had frequently seen around the Academy. At first I thought the next scene was a VVimbledon match between Helen VVills and Molla Mallory: but on closer inspection, it turned out to be Martha Birdsey and Florence Pearsall warming up for the forthcoming national tournament. The next instant, I was returned to Salem, where I found Miss Vogler's place as dieti- tian taken by Frances Reid, who stood, a big can opener in her hand, before an object bear- ing the label Libby's Tomatoes. She was rea.ding a little booklet: Dietitian's Guide Book, or How to Open Cans. And in charge of the infirmary, M. M. Johnson was writ- ing her report: Martha Smith . . . Indigestion. Helen Jones . . . Indigestion. Carolyn Schnitzel . . . Indigestionf' The sfcene faded and was succeeded by the interior of a studio of a broadcasting station. Fannie Stokely, the announcer, was speaking into the microphone. Ladies and Gentlemen of the Radio Audience, this is the J. Byrd Broadcasting Company. VVe are introducing for your approval this evening the famous actress, Blevins Vogler, who is appearing in a little play written, directed, and acted entirely by herself, entitled: A Midsummer Night's Dream. The musical accompaniment will be given by Mr.-here a sudden blast of static drowned out the name- from VVinston-Salem, who is an expert on the jew's-harp. The next scene was opened by the pop-pop of air rifles, and I soon made out the figures of .Iulia Lawson and Louise Frazier, creeping through a South African jungle, hunting ostriches. It occurred to me that these two adventuresses might do just as well to stay at home and look after their families. Next in a tremendous office I beheld Florence Jeffress seated with her husband behind a huge desk, piled high with papers and surrounded by encyclopedias. Over the desk hung the sign: Solution of America's Problems. Advice on any subject, Price per advice-fS1.5O. Then in a conspicuously clean room we saw .Io Gribbin and Betty Sanders rushing hither and thither in white aprons. A mob of frantic women beat on the glass pane of the door. The explanation for all this to-do was a newly invented method of applying permanent cos- metics, which could withstand any sort of weathering and handling. But so much concentration was too much for my poor brain. Suddenly it gave way under the strain, a dreadful grinding noise issued from the machine, and bolts and springs were hurled about the room. With a cry of anguish, Kathryn leaped to the dials of her precious contraption just as the whole thing collapsed. You have ruined it, ruined it Z she moaned, burying her face in her hands. I shall never build another. And though I have since tried to persuade her again and again to produce anothser Spectre-phone, she has steadfastly refused, saying that the human brain must first be im- proved to such a degree that it will not injure her delicate invention. I must wait, there- fore, until something has been done about the brain in general before I can hope to learn what has become of the other members of the Academy's beloved faculty. M ,xnoxui-:'r Ric Ks, Pro phcf. V A ' 1 9 . if 3 4 5. Jlt 1-.,i.. Q 'Af , f , a am i Page ZS