Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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A.W. (SJ. [1891-1922] But as I spoke everything changed. I was in a large city. Things looked familiar. Yes, there was the depot, Union Station and the Custom House. I was indeed again in Nashville after so much wan- dering. As I walked up the street a large sign attracted my attention: “Williams-Dilworth Revival, Ryman Auditorium, 7:00 each evening.” I found myself seated in the Auditorium. ‘The leader started the song and who should it be but Jack Dilworth, my old classmate of D. L. C. I was very much surprised at this, but I was not nearly so surprised to recognize as the preacher Alonzo Williams. He had been noted in D. L. C. for preaching. But the little girl he left behind at school was with him. They told me that they had been carrying on the work that Hardeman-Pullias had started during our senior year at D. L. C. As quick as a flash I was in another large city. As I walked down the street I knew that I was in Paris. Suddenly I met some friends, who suggested going to the theater, where a famous dancer was to appear. They said her name was Elisabeth Pettus. Could it be my classmate ? T went to see her and lo, there was Pett! She told me that A. R. Hill, another classmate, had become the successful manager of the William Fox Film Company, of New York. She also told me that Gustus Dunn, Jr., one of our classmates, had committed suicide upon hearing that his girl had married another fellow. He left a great sum of money for missionary work in Japan. The scene vanished as before and I was in some strange city. There was a heavy fog. I finally succeeded in making out “San Francisco Printing Company.”’ What an awful sound! I heard drums beating, women screaming, and just as I turned a corner I ran into a band of Suffragettes. The leader turned toward me and I recognized Frances Bates, now Mrs. J. T. Crane. She said she had left her husband at home to wash the dishes while she roved. And now as things changed as befcre, I found myself in front of a large building. Over the door I saw, “‘Mrs. Baggsby’s Orphan Home.”’ Just then a woman wearing a calico dress, her hair parted in the middle, and wearing a white apron, came to the dcor. She was none other than Aileen Bromley, now Mrs. Baggsby. She was now taking care of the little waifs of Waverly, Tennessee. It seemed that I was unable to stay in one place long and I next found myself in Denver. Walking just in front of me were two men dressed in Shriners’ clothes. As I passed them I dropped my purse. One of them picked it up for me, and as I thanked him I recognized two of my classmates, Norman Parks and Leonard Lillie. Norman told me that he was farming in West Texas and had become rich on— Wells. leonard was a professional ball player. They told me Jack Meyer, after having been disappointed in love, had become the Old Bachelor President of Yale University. At that moment I came back to Berlin, and by the peculiar lisp of the fortune teller, I recognized my old classmate, Ruby Beasley. As quickly as I had gone into the trance I came out from under it. I had been able to see into the future of all my classmates but of my own I knew nothing. Oh, to see myself as that fortune teller might have seen me! LAURINE PROFFITT. Page Twenty-two

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[1891-1922] H.G. J, SENIORS PRORELEGY I had lost my beautiful diamond ring somewhere on the streets of Berlin and was looking for it when my eyes were attracted to a large sign which read, “Fortunes told by Madame Bertha Smithimis- sime. Great Predictions into the Future. May Tell About Yours and Your Friends Future. 15 cents. Come in.”’ Having heard of the wonderful things fortune tellers had been able to accomplish, I went in, thinking this lady might be able to tell me where to find my ring, for which I was grieving myself ill, because it had been a—well, a valuable present to me, and I prized it highly. No sooner had | entered the room than I was thrown into a trance. A strange feeling came over me and strange scenes passed through my clouded mind. Gradually my mind cleared and I could see many surprising hap- penings. I seemed no longer to be in Berlin, but some city in which I had been before. Ah, the signs and buildings were not those of Berlin! Had I been dreaming? No, I suddenly recognized Boston, Mass. The snow was falling thick and fast and ice was everywhere. As I went down the steps I slipped and fell, hitting my back on a sharp corner of a building. A gentleman helped me up and I found that my back was giving me much pain. The man told me that he was sure there was a fellow who could cure me at once, he being a famous Chiropractor. I next found myself in the office of this doctor. A lady came in and told the maid she wished to see her husband. I instantly recognized Ida Beasley, now the wife of Dr. H. G. Ezell, the famous Chiropractor. This scene suddenly began to fade from my eyes as rapidly as the backache had at the magic presence of Ida. I was in Boston no longer, but was walking along a deserted road far into the country. I became conscious of being weary and hardly able to go another step. At that moment a beautiful bungalow appeared in the distance. ‘This gave me courage and at last I reached the house and went up on the porch and knocked. Overcome, I sank into a chair nearby to rest, -so that I might regain my strength. I heard steps and turned in time to see a man staring at me. It took me only one minute to recognize another of my classmates, J. T. Priestley. He had married Grace Jones and had become a prosperous farmer. But another day seemed to have dawned—I was wandering in the woods gathering flowers. Suddenly I saw before me a still that had been raided. A man stood near, and upon my questioning him he said that the owner, Noel B. Cuff, had been taken to town for the trial next day. As quickly as before, the scene vanished. I found myself in a court-room sitting near the front. I noticed, while the defendant was making his speech, a woman listening intently. Att this moment she looked around and I recognized another of my classmates, Bernice McFarland. She had come to hear Earl defend our class- mate, Noel B. Cuff. Page Twenty-one

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