Davenport College - Galax Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

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Prophecy of Senior Class HHE true prophet must know the facts of the past as well as tlie visions of the future, for by the past the future is known. To the seer the gold of the dawn foretells the purple robe that will enshroud the dying day. In a little while the prophet and those whom the prophecy most concerns drop behind tlie rim of the horizon, and prophecy becomes history. Wliile the burden is upon us, the lives of our classmates are all enrolled in the present, and it is given unto us to see the end of our days. Twelve disciples are to leave Davenport for the wide-open world and its work. The sadness of the past is made of its joys, and other days are full of hope. Cap and gown must now be laid away, to he succeeded by the conventional house dress girded with an apron string; curl papers will now be worn with impunity; the hair will be dressed in the lazy afternoon; the muses will hang their harps upon the willow trees that grow by the streams of forgetfulness. The classics may bawl their frenzied orations to the listeners of the long ago. We bid them all a long adieu. The fond hopes of great careers are buried beneath blurred daubs of paint down in the sepulcher of the art room. The funeral dirge is lieard in the recital to which you have turned the aching ear, and to-night old Anthony holds the cloak of his dead master before the howling mob, with no power to wake the Caesax that was stabbed by his friends. The wonderful power with which we are clothed for one short hour must give us — pause. Whatever is to be will be. Nemesis stands with dagger drawn to punish the impiety of those who disbelieve. Charity begins at home. So Miss Helen Eeid Shell is the first to project herself, like some blazing meteor, across the line of pro- phetic vision. From her reticent nature, we know she will fulfill her day.s as a trained angel of mercy in the hospital soon to be erected for the weary sons of rest. May she have more than a passing interest in this new sphere. Our baby shall be next — little Annie Pryor Nolley, the fairy of our class. To be or not to be an elocutionist must be decided in the affirmative. Through the classic shades of old Virginia, Melpomene will lead her on to gi ' eatness. Helen Coiner Allison shall just be plain little Hun. all the way. Her favorite songs will continue to be The Campbells are 25

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AFTER GRADUATION, WHAT?

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Coming and Clj ' de is the One for Me. The far-away Moses of her snapping black eye will fix its steadfast gaze on a little cottage in the shadow of the dreamy pines, and there she shall sigh her sweet life away in perfect contentment and peace, divided with the only one. Esther Brown will not fulfill her purpose in being a prim old maid. Athene is leading her into the kingdom of thought, where she will preside with grace and dignity. Her deeds will blossom about her, and from around her quiet life there will spread a soft and steady light, kindled from on high, which shall make ever)- life it touches lovelier and holier: and at last we shall find inscribed nn her tablet in the hall of fame a record of works more marvelous than Pestalozzi ever made. Dora Elizabeth Tuttle ' s life must be deciphered from the favorite spelling book. Dnmi in the sylvan retreats of sequestered (iamewell a lovelorn swain awaits her coming. The spelling book will be exchanged for an ancient grammar, the pages of which ttill always open at the conjugation of the verb to love. Stella Naomi Owenby will finally center her affections on some Whistling Rufus, and tlien talk Buncombe for the remainder of her days. The hours of incessant labor over the books that would not keep have left but a shadow of her former self. She must exchange for some less arduous toil ; and if she attempts anything heavier than kitchen accounts, her doom is sealed. Henrietta Montgomery is the sphynx of unsolved rid dles, the unraveled mystery of Davenport. She never smiled again. Never again shall unsought opinions emanate from those rosy lips. No, my dear Henrietta, the mocking bird, gay king of songsters, walked through all the night without a single note until the cold, gray dawn, and then burst into wondrous song. We look forward to the day when love ' s young dream shall fiame in smiles upon her now unruflled cheek and Cupid ' s mightiest melodies will ring through the erstwhile silent chambers of her heart. In the sweet ' Fields of Granite Falls is enshrined the portrait of our poet. Miss Ethel Terrell. If he were the master critic, old Shakespeare ' s laurels would quickly fade. We see her going from peak to peak of the heights of song. Carolina is coming to her own. The limpid streams of old Caldwell will be as famous as the River Doon. Edna.Holsclaw, the Clio of our class, will be a maker of history instead of a writer of chronicles. Her guardian angel is leading her away from her cherished ambition to tell the story of the cross to regions beyond back to the shores of the beautiful Wa- tauga, and there, beginning at Jerusalem, she will take up her life work as assistant pastor among her own people. In the midst of this happy employment she will continue to win high honors, and, like a modern Ruth, will glean in the fields of her chosen Boaa, binding many precious sheaves for the Master ' s granary by the bands of her own sweet personality. 26