North Carolina State School for the Blind - Astron Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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, I Y W 20 THE ASTRON NVitlx an fooling of diszippointniont, we took the prosaic railroad truin to return from that fur land of vision. Seated on the train, our uttontiou wus u,ttrncted from tiuu- to time by some ful, chunky boys und rosy-checked, ou1'ly-haired girls watched over by an anxious mother. Two of the boys were engaged in a water battle near the cooler. lnmgiuc our 'surprise when' We overheard the mother cull To the oldest girl, Pearl, tc1lMoscs and Buford to some here. Whereilpon we recognized in the mother the flower of our class, P9ll1'11l1CL8Hll, now the lnindsonie widow of the late Governor Ji of North Carolina. l , YW, ,

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THE ASTRON ' 19 During our short flight across the Potomac, he told me this was his second term as Speaker of the House of Representatives, and declared that the duties of his otnce were most fatigzning since the adoption of woman sutfi-age in the year 1930. This explained to me the graying temples and the worn lines in his face. Scarcely had the House been called to order, when a huxom lady representative rose and asked the privileges of the floor. She then proceeded thus: t'Mr. Speaker and women of the House. it is this man Cand she pointed to a frightened, shrinking man by her sidej and his kind who have kept us from Iiaving a majority in both houses hy refusing to slay at home and look after the welfare of the family while we attend the social functions connected with our office and assist in the ati'airs of the government. lf all male brains he like his, our country is doomed! l'pon this,'I took a closer look nt the man. and recognized our school-mate and class presi- dent. Moses Ilolloinan. When we left the capitol-we walked slowly down the street and came to a spacious tent, into 'Which thtmsamls were packed, and from which the crowd overdowed to the sidewalk. Suddenly the words. Poodle-kissing. powdered-faced, painted-lipped, society sis- sies, reached my ears from the direction of the platform. HOI1, Billy Sunday! l said, turning to Buford. No! Coy Todd, his successor, Buford answered. The next surprise occurred that evening, when, after a few hours flight and a stop in Boston, we found ourselves at Harvard Uni- versity, n'here the International Literary and Scientific Society was holding: its annual lll00fl1l2'. The address of the t V0lllll,El' was to he delivered hy the Dean of American Letters, subject, I Ylfant a Good Egg. and l VVant lt Bad. Being: eager to see how the speaker would handle this delicate suhjeet, we hurried to the crowded audi- lorium. Ex-President lVoodrow lllilson introduced the speaker of the evening, referring: to his tame as world-wide, and speaking of his three great works, Launching Love' Letters, Heart Beams, and lf You Can't, l Fan, as literary gems. In response to pro- longed applause, Ulll' Class Poet, Sion Lynam, rose and took his place beside the speaker's stand. A peculiarly familiar sound of whirring Wings and throbbing machinery made me hurry from the hall. I gained the open air in time to see my machine disappearing as magically as it had arrived. My heart sank, for the future of one melnher of our class was unknown. ,

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