Davenport College - Galax Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

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Senior Class Prophecy ' OR weeks I have pondered day and night trying to get a vision of the future. Some class prophets say that fairies come and tell them what they want to know. No fairy has come to me. Now almost in desperation, as it is time for the Galax to go to press, I have decided to write a letter to one of my classmates— such a one as I may write twenty years from now. With this explanation, here is the letter. Kobe, Japan, May 1, 1930. My Dear Kitty: To others you are Miss Katharine Wells York, but to me you are the same dear Kitty and I can use no other name in addressing you. I don ' t know how you feel about it but I like very much to hear my given name— it has been a long time since I have, however. At last that long looked for class letter has reached me and now it is time for you to have it. Two days ago I re- ceived it to my surprise for long ago I had given up the hope of ever seeing it. When Bess received it she quickly v rote her letter and sent the ten letters to me. She is anxious I guess that it may get around before the twenty years since we separated has expired. No doubt you will laugh at some of the letters, as I did, for they are so old and things have changed so much since some of them were written. The letter from Bess is just as sweet and refreshing as can be. Isn ' t it wonderful how she is managing those Randolph-Macon girls ? You know she always did like Latin and her aim seemed to be to teach some day. Poor Hal — I know he must have been disap- pointed when she refused to marry him. It seems strange that she should have acted as she did, but I guess she felt that she could serve others better if she led a single life. She is certainly making a success from what I learn. Who knows but that she may yet take up a new field of responsi- bility ? She is not so old after all; the last picture I saw of her she really looked young. Please, dear, when you write, tell me what you know and think about her now for I feel

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Mamie and Julia meet when they are in their home town and have very pleasant times together I imagine. You have seen Mamie since I have perhaps, and if you have not seen her, I ' m sure you have seen some of her paintings or prints of them. I have noticed sketches in the American papers about what a success she is having. My heart really swells with joy when I think of her as one of my class-mates. While she was studying art abroad I saw her twice. It really seem- ed remarkable to me the progress that she had made. Now of course we all know that when she was at Davenport she spent the greater part of her time in the art room, but we little thought what a famous artist she would make. Doesn ' t Sallie ' s writing look natural? It is so small that I was almost afraid it would evaporate before I got through reading it. But, dear me, she certainly told bushels in a little space and thereby saved postage. It is a pity some of the rest of us do not know how to be more economical. I fear we have forgotten all we ever knew about economics while we were at Davenport. I cannot refrain from com- menting on some of the things Sallie has written. The last time I heard from her she was teaching music for she could not make up her mind whether or not to marry John. I guess she will finally consent to do so for she is so good na- tured that she could not bear to really give anyone trouble. I imagine she still knows how to shut her eyes and laugh, and I really hope she will never forget how. It is so good I think to be able to look on the bright side of life and see some fun. When you notice the date of Louise ' s letter you will no doubt wonder, as I did, what could have caused her to wait such a long time to write. She was so sure she would write in only a few weeks after we left school. The letter explains everything. That agriculturist was the cause of all of it. We may just as well consider that he was the cause of the letter being so long in being started. You know how she used to plan what she would do next year when she got to teaching. Well she did not do much of it, did s he? We all ought to have known that she would marry a farmer the first time one that she really liked proposed to her, for she was always so crazy about farm life. When I get to thinking about the girls— they are still girls to me— I hardly know when to stop writing about them.