New Kent High School - Iliad / Cavalier Yearbook (New Kent, VA)

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' Trophecy (Continued) cX “Yes, yes!” I exclaimed. I sat down in the chair; the professor turned a switch, and a glaring light blinded me. 1 closed my eyes. When I opened them, off through the lens, I could see a large city. People thronged the pavements below; airplanes circled overhead; skyscrapers loomed every where. As I gazed, I saw an airplane swoop down and park on the roof of one of the tall buildings. Out stepped Parish Walls, a daring young aviatrix. She hastened into the apartment house. An elevator whisked her down to the thirteenth floor. She knocked lightly at a door and a butler let her in. She was led into a spacious d rawing room. There sat Sue Bradenham, now Mrs. Cartier De St. John. She had marreid a big oil millionaire. This picture gradually faded away. The next picture I saw was that of a large hospital. In the operating room was that important senior— Bill Bailey. He was a great Surgeon. Helping him was that resourceful young lady—Cecil Wall. The hospital faded away and a small, exclusive shop appeared. Above the door was the sign—“Turner’s Dress Shop.” In the window were the latest models. Katherine Turner had become a great designer. Her shop was in Paris, the center of the fashion world. The scene again shifted, a large newspaper building loomed up. In¬ side was the editor with a shade over his eyes, his shirt sleeves rolled up and a pencil over his ear. It was Kenneth Boswell! Helping him, as general “ad” solicitor was Virginia Davis. The newspaper office was gone, now I saw the interior of an immense courtroom. A great case was going on. Who was that lawyer pleading so earnestly? Yes, it was my classmate William Richardson. The next was a country scene. Out in a country high school I saw Violet Batkins expounding the rule for the formation of the past indefi¬ nite. The scene faded away. I gratefully thanked the kind old professor. I was thoroughly satisfied with what I had seen.

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' Prophecy It all happened one day about the first of May. As I walked down the street, I was thinking of the future of the Seniors of the June Grad¬ uating class. If only I had the power to glimpse into the future? What pitfalls, what joys were in store for my nine classmates who were about to set sail upon the stormy sea of life? But—och! I had been so wrap¬ ped up in my thoughts that I had bumped into an elderly man. My startled glance rapidly took in a pair of kind blue eyes, and a wide, pleasant mouth. “I’m very sorry,” I stammered. “I was so deep in thought that I did not see you.” “Quite all right,” he answered kindly. “Something seems to be worrying you, my child. Perhaps I can help. Do you mind telling me what is troubling you? ” I hesitated. Should I tell this kind old stranger of what I had been thinking? He was so courteous, so sympathetic, that I decided that l would. “I was wondering about the future of the Seniors in the June grad¬ uating class of New Kent High School. I was wishing that it were pos¬ sible for me to see into the future of my classmates and warn them of possible dangers. They are so carefree, so young, and so optimistic that I’m afraid for them.” “You shall see into the future, my dear,” replied he, not unlike a fairy godmother. “Come with me.” I followed him into a brown store apartment building. In one of the rooms was a large apparatus resembling a telescope. At the far end of it was a huge lens. Just in front of the instrument was a chair. “This machine,” explained my new friend, “enables one to see into the future. Would you really like to see what Destiny has premeditated for your friends?”

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Class ‘Toem When the school’s last lesson is mastered, And the classes are tested and tried; When the stupidest student has vanished, And the dullest has stepped aside; We shall rest—and, faith, we all need it! We shall rest for a moment or two, Till the wonderful School of Experience Shall set us to work anew! Then those who have gone shall be happy; They shall pass through life’s higher grade; They shall face the world’s difficult problems With countenance unafraid; They shall pass through each test as they meet it. At the sounding of duty’s stern call; They shall work every day—when they have to— And never be tired at all! And only the big world shall praise us, And only the big world shall blame, Though we work for the joy of the winning, And climb up the pathway of fame; For each in his separate calling, His separate thought must express, As he follows the gleam as he sees it To the goal that to him means success. —Selected