Enfield High School - Blue Tide Yearbook (Enfield, NC)

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I now see what appears to be the interior of abook store. At a desk is seated a lovely young woman who is autographing a book, the title of which is 'A Peanut Grows in En- field , a best-seller. Why, it's my old friend, Mary Spooner Harrison, now a famous authoress. The time is three o'clock in the afternoon and time for school to be out. Inside a lovelybrick home I see emerging from a kitchen awoman half-hidden bya birthday cake. Many children in the room are laughing and playing. I see that the woman is Julia John- son, or Mrs. Julia Thompson. She always did want to be a successful house wife, and from the looks of her family, she has become'a big success. The scene in the ball changes now. I see hundreds of large trucks. The scene changes again, and I see a very modern office. The executive's back is to me, and with him are several men talking very seriously abouta big business deal. The man in the big chair slowly turns, and Isee that it is Alton Gossett, Jr. He is now a wealthy man and has just finished buying the whole state of Florida for Gossett's Produce Co. The mists clear again, and I see that I am looking at a Hollywood premiere. All the big wheels of the movie industry are here - Cecil B. De Mille, Eric Johnston, and many others. The screen becomes alive withmoving flashes of color. I don't quite understand what Isee now - waves, many waves, blond waves. As the camera moves back, I see that the blond waves are waves of hair. When it swings around for a profile, I recognize our own M. G. Sparks playing the leading role in the movie. Now I see on a desert what appears to be agroup of scientists gazingup into the sky. Look! There is a strange looking object falling very rapidly towards them. It is a space ship with Arnerican markings. It lands, and through the small door comes a crew of men carrying a man on their shoulders. lt is their pilot, Spooner Keeter, the first man on earth to make a trip to the moon. There is a quick gust of wind and the sands hide the scene from view. As it clears, I see a large city, New York, and a large building - the New York City Institute of Art. We go up to the fifth floor. Here we find the Fashion Department and a huge door with Fashion Director' lettered on the glass in gold. As the door opens, we see at the di- rector's desk, Jean Sykes, who has worked her way up from fashion artist for a small weekly paper in a small town to the very top in her field in only ten years. The crys- tal ball remains focused on the building and the scene shifts to the tenth f100r Where I see the Interior Decorating Department. I recognize some of the beautifully furnished rooms as those from pictures in magazines. Here I see someone who looks very familiar to me - La Rue Whitley, famous decorator of famous homes, known in the business world as Madame La Rue. She is talking to the President's wife about redecorating the White House. Now the office seems to fill with pets of all kinds. There is a cash register,anda sign which says, If you must have rats in your house, bats in your belfry, and butter- flies in you stomach, be sure that these pets come from the Rachela Pet Shoppe . The girl behind the cash register is my old friend, Rachel Anderson. Now a tall distinguished- looking gentleman enters the shop and places an order for 500 white mice, 500 rabbits, and 50 monkeys. He says he wants them for research work and experiments inradio- activity. He is that great scientist, Dr. Edwin D. McCutchin, another one of our class- mates who has made his name know to all in ten short years. It certainly is interesting to watch Dr. McCutchin try to bargain with Rachel to get the animals at a discount because they were classmates but - The image is fading, and now I see a hospital room where a dangerous operation has just been successfully performed. After words of praise from the surgeon, the nurse wearily removes her mask and walks in the hall. I see that it is Dot Smith, who has become one of the best nurses in the country. 32

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MASS PRIIPHICY This little crystal sphere holds all of the past and all of the future. It can reveal the hidden and make known the secret. I have been asked to search in its magic depths imtil I discover the future that awaits the members of our class. The mist is clearing. I see a building, a tall building. I hear music. I see a sign which reads Mann's Musical Metropolis - Dancing of all Kinds Taught Here by W. M. Mann, Jr. . Once a week the New Yorkers get a glimpse of the world-famous Enfield Hop which is taught by Professor Mann, who is said to be a combination of Arthur Murray and Fred Astaire. The scene shifts to a display room of a large gown establishment. A fashion show is in progress. One of the models is exceptionally graceful. It is none other than our own Jane Atkinson, the chief model of the establishment. And now the scene grows strange. An orchestra is seated awaiting the signal to play, but there is silence. This is the broadcasting room of a radio station. The orchestra begins to play a merry, fantastic dance tune. The leader steps to the mike. Yes, Isee him clearly now. Who do you think it is? Why it is Eddie Hickman, .Tazz King of the. Nation. And now I see a lovely college town.There is a crowd in the chapel. A new presi- dent of the college is being inaugurated. Here she comes now, looking most impressive in her cap and gown. She is received with marked enthusiasm and appears to be en- joying herself immensely. It is our studious schoolmate, Anne Cousins. How strange! I see a room in great disorder and a man down on all fours, looking at the rug through a magnifying glass. In one pocket is a notebook labelled Clues . In the other is a pair ofhandcuffs. He acts very peculiarly. Now he rises. He turns toward me, and I recognize him. It is Kevin Viverett. This is a result of the Senior Play he was in in '49. What! Abasketball court? There is a great crowd. It is the half and the cheerleaders are doing a wonderful job. Why I do believe that is Barbara Griffin on the front row. She always said that when she made her first million she would widen all basketball gyms so the cheerleaders would have room enough for all their actions. Again we have a large room, empty but for two people, and a microphone. A man comes to the microphone and says a few words. As he turns, I can, see that it is our old friend, Wilbur Weeks, who has achieved his ambition to be a radio announcer. He gives a signal to a second person, and when she comes forward, I realize she is some- one I know. It is my old school pal, Jean Bobbitt, the class gossip, She now has her own radio program, Jean's Juicy Gossip. The mists close in, and when they rise, it is three o'clock in the morning. A huge truck comes down the city street and pauses at the janitor's entrance of each apartment house. A man delivers a rack of milk bottles and drives on down the street. It is Jack Wood, proprietor and owner of a large dairy farm, making the delivery himself, just for fun. Iremember that in the old days he always liked to sit up all night and that undoubtedly explains his choice of occupation. I hear tinkling guitars and the surf breaking on a coral strand. It is Hawaii, the paradise of the world. Under one of the palms I see a figure of a woman with at0111'iSt guide in her hand. As she looks up, I see that it is Doris Sledge who is seeing the world as she always said she would. I am looking down a long, white, silent, hall with numbered doors on each side. It is the corridor of a hospital. Coming up the steps, I see our own .To Fagala, now super- intendent of nurses at Johnston-Willis Hospital in Richmond Virginia. 31

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Now the scene changes, landscapes speed by, and I see a classroom in the Denver High School. Some unlucky pupil has been caught making paper planes out of the pages of the encyclopedia and is being taken to the office of the principal by the librarian. There at a big desk behind a stack of papers is - yes, it's Virginia Pittman, now the head of this large school. Now through the crystal ball I see the interior of a large government building in Washington, D.C., where the entire Senate body is present to hear the North Carolina Senator present the bill which, if passed, will change the whole world situation. It will do away with all taxes, send prices down, and wages up, eliminate strikes, give every- one a three day work week, stop the Communists, and make this world a Utopia. The lady senator is our own Rosa Mae Hearne. 4 From Washington we are sped to Carnegie Hall.'A1l the famous musicians and critics are here to witness the performance in concert of one of the most brilliant young pianists of the day. As she walks to the piano, we see that it's Jeanette Sykes, now tops inthe world of entertainment. When she begins to play, a fog covers the scene and with its clearing I see a Broadway theatre on the opening night of a new comedy play. The people are pouring in. The crys- tal shifts backstage to the star's dressing room. Look who is here - it's Junie Purring- ton, the sparkling new comedian who is the sensation of the nation, and she is just as nervous about the opening tonight as she was on the night of our class play. As the curtain rises, the scene changes completely. We are no longer in the theatre but in the office building of a large business corporation, where a special meeting of the board of directors has been called by the president. When the door opens, there isa hushed silence, and out comes the president herself - Jeannette Hawkins, the top business woman of the world. I am trying to keep the ball focused on this business conference long enough to see our old schoolmate at work, but for some reason it keeps pulling toward anewspaper lying on a table - the World Telegram. The print blurs into one large gray spot, and I see the World Telegra 'f'i ntion is drawn to a door marked Advice to the Lovelorn from One Who Knows - Editor. I wonder how she got into this business.Let's take a peep inside. She looks very busy with a stack of letters covering her desk, so we won't bother her now. The scene is getting dimmer, and the picture is fading. A purple haze covers every- thing. The crystal clouds, and I can see no more. Shirley Futrell, Class Prophet. Q 9 33