Galesburg Augusta High School - Rambler Yearbook (Galesburg, MI)

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CONOR KG ATION A L CH C RC H M. K. CHURCH AND PARSONAGE.

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NEW STREET. IMioto by .loy X CLASS PROPHECY. X Amy Lillian Whiting. What a beautiful afternoon this is, I am thinking as I swing idly to and fro in a hammock on the lawn. Ah! here comes my friend Miss Smith. We can have a nice quiet little chat. “How are you today, dear? I have just been wish¬ ing that someone would come and let me talk to them, for 1 had the queerest dream imaginable last night. It amuses me too, because it is so unnatural, so unlike the real lives of the people of whom I dreamed. I thought that one day I was on my way to the grocery with a basket on my arm when I heard a cry of “Rags o’line, Rags o’line,” in a voice which sounded strangely familiar. In a moment the owner of the voice came in sight around the corner. I looked at the man in the wagon and as the cry came again I was seized with a resistless impulse to go and speak to him. So 1 walked out into the street and accosted him with the question, “What is your name my good man?” “Fhat for you vant to know?” he asked. “0, 1 was interested in your looks and your voice sounded familiar.” “Veil I don’t care if I do tell you,” he said, “It is Mike Haessig.” “Mike Haessig!” I exclaimed. “Yes, Mike Haessig.” “Do you remember of ever knowing anyone by the name of Amy Whiting?” I asked. He scratched his head a moment and then, dropping his accent, said, “Yes, I think I do. Did you graduate in the class of 1901 at Galesburg?” I answered that I did; and then without a word he staited on. I stood watching him as he drove down the street. Such an outfit, I thought to myself. The horse was a large animal that looked (as the expression