Cooleemee High School - Indian Echo Yearbook (Cooleemee, NC)

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L rt. Lp- :.'. 1. :Tix ,. .pg Li' I I YA Ni '1 R2 .3 WTI. IVhen this familiar face vanished. a school room appeared in a Hash. And whom should I see but Charlabcl Young. one of my dearest friends when I was in high school at Cooleemee. I could truly sympathize with her. Then the scene changed considerably. A beautiful, young mother was seen seated in a comfortable chair. In her arms was a small boy. I knew it must belong to the woman, because the resemblance was outstanding. I think I wlmuld never have known this person if she had not looked up at her husband who came in. This was the greatest surprise that ever came to my eyes. IVhyl It was Illy beloved pal of my high school days, Muriel House! As soon as I recognized Muriel. she faded away like a dream. I was overjoyed with happiness to find that she was so happy. after her miserable thoughts of the future. which she had shared with me. Next. I saw swings going to and fro, clowns of all sorts. Then I saw the an- nouncer point to the greatest act in Ringling Brothers Circus, Bryan Sells and Carl Humphrey walking a wire. At first I knew that it could not be true, but, as I looked hack over the past. I remembered it had been their highest ambition. Then I saw lights flashing off and on continuously. I wondered what the trouble was, but just then I saw flashing on Broadway. Swicegood and Parker, Prima Donnas of the North in bright lights. Only one more glance led me to the fact that it was my old friends, Cody and Gertrude. I heard the sound of an aeroplane. It landed, and. to my surprise. Grady Milholen, a middle-aged man, stepped out of the plane to shake hands with Lindbergh. an aviator who had become great in former years. I soon learned that Grady had become Lindy's equal. one of the world's greatest aviators. All at once a huge building appeared like magic before my eyes-the IVoolworth Building in New York. which had grown to its utmost height in the past few years. IVhom did I see managing the great place but Paul Booe? VVhich surprised me very much. since his interest had been centered in an English class all through school. This made me all the more eager to see my other classmates. It all seemed so miraculous that it was like dreaming. Continuing this exciting invention, there came very clearly many thousands of spectators seated in a grandstand. They had come from all over the world to attend the world series in baseball. The greatest player of the Chicago Cubs was shown. I was just in time to see him make a home-run. The ball had been batted over the fence. I felt sure that I knew the player. Really. I did place him! It was IValter Riddle. one of my most ambitious class- mates, especially in baseball. His dreams had at last come true. Then the immense crowd and lively players vanished. A great ship flashed before my eyes. Mobs of excited people were running towards it. as if they were fleeing from a great danger. About a hundred feet in front was a young couple. whom, it seemed by the sight of the rice. had just given themselves to each other. Smiling excitedly, they finally reached the ship, which was sailing in only five minutes. XVhen they turned to say their last good-byes, I was almost petrified, for it was my dear friend, Betty Dennis, and the boy of her dreams. I was awfully glad to see Betty so happy after all her waiting years. AY -five E71'Zf 3 32 I2 33 lf' :Q '1

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,NV .r:',, nf - 1 l 1 SENIOR GLASS PROPHECY NLY three more minutes! How wonderful to know that there was such a short time left! Clang, clang! Came the loud three-thirty school bell. Slam! Bang! Books falling from the desks, dirty, restless children running from every direction, yelling and rejoicing at the top of their voices. School dismissed until the following Monday! VVhat a relief! My head was in a whirl, aching as if a giant were striking his mightiest blow upon it with a great club. I, in the midst of all the children, with their good-byes and childish caressings, was thinking of my very much enjoyed days in school-wondering what occupations or positions each of my classmates had chosen. It was very, very queer, but nothing else had seemed to enter my burdened mind that whole day. It had been sultry warm, and my throat seemed to be parched. without the aid of water, which was unavailable at the small country school in which I was teaching. I had taken no interest whatsoever in my work that day. I seemed to have lost control of my students. They, too, had been restless and forgetful of all that they had ever learned. Finally, as if in a dream. I found myself strolling through the wood, which served as a background for the school building. How I had escaped from the prison-like place, I could never say. I only knew that I wanted to be alone in thought, and could fulfill this desire only by going away from everything. On and on I walked. Farther in tl1e strange wood I went. Hours had passed, it was getting dark very fast. I felt a drop of rain splash on my forehead. Then came a terrific crash of thunder! The rain was now coming down in torrents! VVhat was I to do? Then lightning flashed freely! I started running. But what direction would I take? There was no way of defending myself from the dangerous electrical storm, which was raging like mad! In a second, I felt someone grab at me. Pitch darkness covered my eyes, by a blindfold which had been quickly wrapped around my eyes. A person started lead- ing me. We walked in the rain for at least twenty minutes, stumbling through mud, sticks, and stones. The rain stopped suddenly. The atmosphere seemed damp and cool as if under the ground. My head touched the top! I screamed! Was I being led into a cave? My companion's hand had become very cold and death-like. I thought of a thousand different things. Blood ran like ice in my veins. I was seated on a chair-like rock, and was addressed by a soothing, deep voice. , Trembling, I thought, Who can it be? What have I been brought here for P No sooner had I thought, when, without being free of the blindfold, I saw a dim light. As the minutes passed, it got very bright and clear. An object appeared! It was a man, his face seemed familiar. The next glance made me recognize him as one of my old classmates of nineteen thirty, James Tiller! He was a professional lecturer, widely known to both the North and South. As well as I remember, his lecture for the evening was entitled, Argument, E221 ss ' . -:Ea in ,fi vl xv 1 Pig, A Ss 'il ,Il will III 5 .III

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. H55 Immediately after that faded, a business-like building was set before me. Written in bright letters was, Thomason's Toasted Peanuts. In a moment. it all came to meg Bruce Thomason, our daring little boy in high school at Cooleemee. He had changed his position in life entirely, and became one of the wealthiest bachelors in VVashington. Before I could hardly breathe, an art studio appeared, which was occupied by a dashing young blonde, whom I soon recognized as Elcy Miller. She had become one of the world's most famous Nature painters. The next person I saw was an old friend, Tom Blackwood. I knew that he could keep good secrets very well, but never knew that he could keep one as well as this. He was the well-known football coach at Harvard! Then came a large crowd, which seemed very excited and important. They were seated in a huge auditorium. I learned that the performance that evening was to be given by one of the greatest musicians in the world. When the musician came out to play his first composition, he bowed and made a brief speech. When the first word was spoken, it sounded familiarg however, I could not see him. When the first chord was struck on the piano, I could tell by his touch that it was John Smith. He had at last found a position in life which he had always dreamed of. There came a beautiful scene, showing the tropical sun. Natives were busy, going from place to place. A little cart, drawn by four natives, was set upon the ground. Two American ladies stepped out. It seemed that they were missionaries. One was a perfect blonde, the other, a brunette. Both seemed devoted to each other. A thought came to me: Could this be two of my old classmates in Cooleemee High School P Yes, for certain, it was Ethel Ridenhour and Mildred Sedberry, two of the most brilliant students I have ever known. I knew this marvelous attraction must be coming to an end, because I had seen every one of my old classmates but two. No sooner had I wondered, when a young girl appeared-a beautiful brunette. I could hardly believe my own eyes, when Ruth Henry came out as the leading toe dancer on Broadway! The colored foot- lights flashed different colors on her, making the rhinestones on her gown shine like stars. Ruth was all smiles. When she went off the stage, the audience ap- plauded so gratefully that she gave a delightful encore, which showed at once her graceful manner and her wonderful personality. Ruth vanished so quickly that tl1e next person came a bit late. She was also a brunette, even more so than Ruth. It was Nancy Bowers! A beautiful young nurse. Nancy had been in training since she had finished high school, and had become one of the most independent nurses at Johns Hopkins Hospital. All of this had been such a marvelous thrill that I hardly knew whether to believe it or not, but the strange person must have been greater than Edison, because he said all of what I had seen was true. He had asked me never to tell where his invention was hidden, and I gave him my vow. I have been there many times since, but everything was gone, and no trace of the cave has ever been seen. LETTY MARGARET ZACHARY, Prophet. 'l 'I 'T-I el 'f 51 ,H ulgi 'J uf , L S,g ,., -:ii ,EMIX ..-i-. .-3-.