Hayti High School - Council Yearbook (Hayti, MO)

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Class Prophesy Many, many years had passed since I had left the old home town, and I was no longer young. Now I was going back, if only for a few hours, on business. And my thoughts were going back to those friends of long ago, wondering if this one had changed; where that one was; or if others were still as happy as they had been. Suddenly the train stopped. My reverie was broken. Look- ing out of the window I saw a gang of surveyors standing and sitting near by. Several started off and one of them turned and shouted: “Hey! You, Ikey! Come along with that chain!” A man of medium height, heavily built, and with bushy, curly V. hair and beard, slowly arose, picked up the chain and followed the others. Not until the train started did I realize that this chain carrier bore a resemblance to Isaiah Paris. But, then, perhaps the name, “Ikey,” had suggested the resetnblance to me, for Isaiah had once said that he intended to be a civil engineer. As the train entered the suburbs of town I saw a newly built house, very rudely constructed, and which looked out of place in its surroun d- ings. A fel- fellow passenger, noticing my interest, said: “That is the new hospital, and there in the corner of the yard is Nurse Sprayberry, its founder.” I got only a glimpse of a tall, rather fleshy woman, dressed in a nurse’s uni- form. I wondered, if, by any chance, it could be Lillie, for her ambition had always been to be a trained nurse.