Gainesville High School - Hurricane Yearbook (Gainesville, FL)

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Senior Prophecy When I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the class of 1913, in the year of '23, Therel saw a vision clearly, of every Senior's life sublime. As the fates had now decreed it, in the long result of time. Saw our Lizzie, the self-same Lizzie, fitted to a spinster's part. Living on in rapturous glory, with ne'er a thought of losing her heart. But what is that which I should turn to, lighting upon days like these? Nothing but Yeteva's fortune, wisdom and knowledge, the golden keys. Teaching English in a college, is it strange that the wonder grew, That one small head on a little body, could carry all that Yeteva knew? I remember one so lovely, gracefully did she move and rule. Such a one was dainty Eleanor, mistress of a dancing school. Olga triumphed over custom, converting all with whom she met, Left them e'er with words of wisdom, Olga was a suf- fragette. .Xnd in my dream a throng of suitors, each the self-same aim in view, That of captivating Eva. Tell me, pray, what should she do? Yearning for a large excitement, after dodging Cupid's dart, Eager-hearted, merry Eva, sailed abroad to study art. Sweeter than all sounds of Nature, sweeter than all songs e'er sung, Berniece filled the world with music, pealing forth from harp and tongue.

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sure we were not on dangerous grounds. XYe were terrified by the thunder and lightning, after which the rainbow appeared more beautiful. The light never hurt our eyes, but once we were shocked by electricity. Some days music would fill the ain Harmony and discord were mixed together. On our departure from the Physictal? Fields, we felt quite experienced. XYe also became acquainted with the great American writers. In all of our Junior experiences, we were accom- panied by Mamie Gibbons, who burnt the midnight oil night after night. Promotion comes not from the North, nor South, the East nor the VVest. but directly from headquarters. Ours came in due time, and on October 7th, eleven of us entered the Senior class at once. When we reached the door, two strangers were awaiting admittance. They were Olga and Fred, two illustrious graduates from the Lamosophian Institute of Micanopy, Florida. Thirteen members of the class of Nineteen Thirteen. Thirteen, that unfortunate number, yet to us as to our great president, XVilson, fortunate, and if the Fates smile on us in like manner, like him, we are destined to rise. Per aspera ad astra. Already Fortune favors us by granting all of the privileges of Seniors. A splendid class, the guides say. Never better material has entered the land of knowledge, but one great fault-they are lacking in class spirit, but why is this so when the other classes have set such a good example? Our answer is that history does not always repeat itself, and we are among those who follow their own instruction. We soon settled down to work. The first thing we did was to organize the class. Yeteva Rogers was chosen president, Lula May Green, secretary, and Berniece DeLand, treasurer. The great problem before us was, NVhat can this class do to make itself memorable? VVhy not begin an annual? It would secure for us a lasting reputation. At once we went to work. For days in succession, an interesting class meeting would be held at recess. Dif- ferent committees were appointed and a splendid staff chosen. All of our time has not been taken up in the Annual. Some time was spent in keeping up with the wanderings of Aeneas, but at times, like the beloved Creusa, we were unable to follow in the footsteps of the renowned hero. We have stumbled over the logs of Trig. We have become better acquainted with the great heroes of American History, together with the great writers of English Literature. The long discuse sions in Civics were always interesting, but Bookkeepv ing was altogether Dutch We have come to the border of this vast land. Our explorations are ended. The last class meeting has been held. So ends the history of the class of Nineteen Thirteen.

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Living through the mortal summers, when such a length of years had come, I saw Katie wisely managing children in an Orphans' Home. Then a hand did pass before me, pointing to an author's fame, And the novels that were written, won for Lucille a world-wide name. Now my classmates, men are workers, ever reaping something grand, So we see industrious Jimmie, gathering harvests from the land. And my classmates, I'll surprise you a greater wonder ne'er you'l1 hear, For I saw Fred sailing onward, to a bright and gay career. Saw the flocks and flocks of people crowding to a rninstrel show. Then saw Fred, the happy owner, selling tickets at the door. Is it well to wish thee happy, Mamie, now our only bride? Filling home with love and gladness, as the years do onward glide. Through the shadow of my dreaming, lo, I stooped to find a Pearl. In my pathway softly gleaming, shedding light to all the world. NN'ith her gentle art of healing, as our heroes bravely fall, She with tenderness comes stealing, answering to her country's call. So, my vision slowly vanished, ere my future I did see. And I sat still idly wondering, what the years might hold for me. Till the thought be up and doing. You hold your future, can't you see? It is the pluck of 1913,-that'll mark your fate in '23, Not in vain the distance beckons, upward, upward let us climb. Let us liye to be a blessing, and of use to all mankind. -l.lTI..'x lNI.xy Gluclax, Class Prophet, 1913.