Bethel High School - Key Yearbook (Bethel, NC)

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PROPHECY One night I dreamed a dream. Yes, every one dreams occasionally, and I dream a lot, but this was no ordinary dream. It seemed to be entirely different from anything I had ever dreamed of dreaming. In a way it was sad--because it happened ten years hence, and I thought we were all getting old. But the dream itself was a happy one. Having always had my heart set on doing a bit of extensive traveling, I finally, after ten years of hard work, was able to take a tour. I--the one in my class who was always going to do such great things--was still living in Bethel, an old maid, and what was worse--cook and housekeeper for my sister. I had always said that I ' d find the day when I wouldn ' t ever mind her again, and here she was my boss. But on my trip, I went to Norfolk where I was going to sail to New York. As I was leaving on the boat, I saw my own dear friend and classmate, Daphne Janet Bowers, who was also going to sail to New York with her husband. Incidentally, it was their honeymoon, o, rather, a second one. They had been married five years. Can you imagine who was Stewardess on the boat? Such a surprise! My classmate Elsie Marie Whitehurst. Goodness! And chief cook was No! I just won ' t believe it! Roy Whitehurst! He was going to have a little Grill near Bethel, I thought. How he and his business have expanded! But, no, he doesn ' t own the ship. He ' s not even captain of it. That job is our dear composed classmate ' s---Cecil Jones, who was going to be a bus driver. How plans change! In New York, I arranged someway to go to the Metropolitan Opera with Daphne and her husband. Can you imagine who was the lead in the play (dancing and singing lead, that is)? None other than Thelma Virginia Grant! Was I ever surprised! Also at the opera and in the box right next to ours--such a coincidence!--was Mary Ella Moore, looking more alluring than ever in her imported Paris gown. Incidentally, she was the wife of a million¬ aire in New York. Boy! Is she lucky! I left New York and went west. When I got to Illinois, who should I see at the train termi¬ nal but Hilton Tetterton and wife Jo. They were living in the same town that Thelma had once lived in, and were just coming back to visit relatives. Somehow Hilton had acquired right much wealth--strange to me, knowing how he always hated to get up early and wondering how a guy could get rich going to work late. But Jo had helped with her nursing. In Seattle, Washington,