Blackstone College - Acorn Yearbook (Blackstone, VA)

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Prophecy of the Senior Class STOOD on the summit of a lofty and huge mountain in a newly discovered land. How did I get there? Yes, that is the puzzling question which confronts all of my friends, as well as me. I suddenly remembered that 1 had been touring- in an aeroplane. The machine became out of arder and I, realizing that my only chance was that of clinging to the parachute, sought quickly this method of escape. Finally I landed on the heights of a mountain. My thoughts wandered back to my native land, America. How my heart throbbed and how homesick I felt. Yet, there was no time for remain¬ ing on a barren place, thirsty and hungry as this poor being was. I cast my eyes below, and what a beautiful city I beheld! I decided to turn my steps toward its wonders. Slowly and carefully I descended to the foot of the mountain. There I began my wanderings in order to satisfy that longing for new experiences which as I learned in the study of Child Psychology at B. C. G., is known as curiosity. One of the first buildings to attract my attention was the art gallery. Although I have not the power to appreciate art, yet I enjoyed looking at the marvelous masterpieces of the greatest artists in the world. To my sur¬ prise and astonishment, I stood before a picture which appeared to be the most beautiful I had ever seen. Immediately, I searched for its master. Lo and behold! the artist ' s name was Carrie L. Lewis. Upon glancing over a few notes in the little pamphlet, I found that the home of the artist was Atkinson, N. C., U. S. A. Then it dawned upon me that this person was our beloved class president at Blackstone College, 1923-24. She ranked with the most famous artists of the day. How I longed to see my old classmate and congratulate her upon such a wonderful success! I left the art gallery with a very different feeling from that of loneliness which had possessed me when I entered, for now I had some connection with an acquaintance. Wonders never cease! As I strolled up the broad and spacious streets my eyes fell upon a short little lady, stepping very briskly toward me. Her head was erect and she was dressed very handsomelv. When 19

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I had come withi n a few feet of the little lady I found that she was no other than my old classmate, Nannie Richardson. We greeted each other as old classmates naturally would and I was invited at once to her home. Finally we reached a magnificent home of marble. When Nannie and I sat down and began talking of old times, she told me of her life history since her departure from Blackstone on June 2, 1924. Luckily, she had met an Amer¬ ican ambassador, just two years after her graduation at B. C. G., which meeting resulted in matrimony in 1927, just a short while before his departure to Marvega to perform his diplomatic duties. This, then, was the name of the country and it had been discovered by some Englishmen in aeroplanes in 1926, while sailing near the North Pole. They had been living in Marvega now for about six years and during this time she had heard from several members of the Class of ' 24. That night, I happened to pick up a magazine through whose pages I began to glance casually. Soon, I came to a page, the contents of which caused me to exclaim, “What! Moyne Strole’s picture in here! What on earth is she doing?” “Oh,” said Nannie, “Moyne is engaged in missionary work in southern Africa. She has accomplished a great work in that savage country.” We read together the achievements in sanitary, educational, and religious work which had been brought about through her influence. In the course of the five years during which she had been in Africa that section of the country had been changed from a savage state to civilized conditions. Nannie handed me a letter to read from Moyne in which she mentioned and talked not a little about a certain bishop who was supervising some of the work. We could clearly discern the outcome, these two people not only working together in converting souls but also being bound together by the cords of love. The days were very delightful and the climate marvelous for a land so far north. My old classmate and I took many trips together and visited many places. One day, having strolled around until we were rather tired, we decided to enter the theatre. Before the regular picture was shown a series of pictures were flashed on the screen. These pictures were those of some of the most distinguished people of the day. First there appeared the pictures of two ladies of dignified mien. The topic stated, “Miss Elizabeth Goodall 20