Governors Academy - Milestone Yearbook (Byfield, MA)

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'I' H E M I L E S T O N E CLASS PROPHECY I T was the fall after Commencement. I was seated at an open fire and had finished an absorbing tale, fantastic and unreal. I heaved the book on the table with a sigh and gazed into the dancing flames, my eyes heavy and my senses numbed by the enveloping warmth of the fire. Strange, eerie shapes swarmed before me, characters of the story I had read, about a dare devil Yankee of this age hurled back to a by-gone day when King Arthur reigned in Britain, and glittering knights rode forth for the Holy Grail. The idea of living in another age thrilled meg I was seized with an obsession to dwell again in the past or, better still, in the future. Vainly I craved a mystical potion to drink that would waft me into new surroundings and tear away the veils that hide tomorrow. This crazy meditation was interrupted by a furtive noise behind me. Stealthy footsteps stole upon me. I was paralyzed. I heard a Swish above me, the passage of a heavy object in the air and a stunning blow was dealt me on the head. Blackness followed and the years rolled on . . . II Awaking I experienced the same sensations as had that distinguished gentleman of yore, Rip Van Winkle. A Howing beard covered my chest, my clothes were in a state of decay, and my poor bones were as stiff as those of a centenarian. I arose and shook off a veritable cloud of dust and cob- webs. Hobbling out of the house, I enquired of a passerby what year it was. He gave me a quizzical look and told me it was 1944. I was mildly as- tonished for I had steeled myself for the worst. The air was full of buzzing although I saw no bees. However, I dis- covered this phenomenon was caused by the vibration of hundreds of air- ships above me. A small aircraft swooped down and lighted near me. A man jumped out whom I recognized as Ed', Fitzsimmons, one of my former classmates. I approached him and finally won his recognition. He was a dealer in Mercury airplanes lathe Ford of the Airnj. Moreover he was a bootlegger, to my immense surprise. I asked him where the rest of our old classmates were and found he was very well informed, they all being his customers. Did you hear,', he said, that our old friend 'Mullyl is the captain of the Levi Nathan F What's that? I asked. l28l