Northern Arizona State Teachers College - La Cuesta Yearbook (Flagstaff, AZ)

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Senior Class Prophecy How often, oli how uften this lieart of mine has yearned To look into the future that its secrets might be learned. Few there are so fortunate as the future to forecast, Yet of my puny powers, this very thing was asked. I pondered long and wearily, my ijroblem hard to solve, An ouija board or ciystal l)all I hai-dly dared involve. But one night my troubles ended and my worrying was o ' er, And I saw mv Normal schoolmates as they ' ll be in ten years My position was such that before me, In a window myself I could see, And to my surprise and delight. My background was not the dark night But like a stage setting to me. And familiar faces I plainly could see. Like a drama of life in this time They passed in a long pantomime But voices I occasionally could hear, And laughter and music seemed near. First came our President, all of you know. His manner sedate, so dignified and slow, -t- Dr. Archambeau had of recent gained fame, By horticultural discoveries attached to his name TAnd the people he passed in wonder all gazed. As he nodded, smiled and his straw pile he raised. He might have been married, but that I can ' t say, But I ' m sure there was no lady with him that day. Mary Q. ' twas came next, and she sure was dolled up, A strutting along with a little bull pup. She ' d married a l roker a wealthy one too, And that she was rich might be noticed by you. She wore Paissian sable and rare jewels galore And as for clothes no one ever had more. In society ' s circle she held a high place And with handsome rich gentlemen kept in good grace, But her husband was homely with squint eyes and hooked nose; But what counts a hubby when you ' ve lots of fine clothes? And then I saw Minnie, she looked much the same. She ' d learned all the tricks of the horse racing game And made a cool million, was living in state ; But it was longer books that kept her up late. It was Iva I saw next with a pair of twin girls Bestowing loving kisses, and saying, mother ' s pearls. The children were i-ed-headed, her husband was too, And he works for the Santa Fe, you ' re to guess who?

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Sunris© im th® F@r@sl Grey light stealing like a shadow Through the aisles of pine and fir, Shows grotesque forms here and there. An owl scoots by with aimless whirr, And lodges on a protecting bough ; So wails the coming day with dismal cry. In the dim light a blue jay squawks in glee, Then struts about with an impatient sigh. A rabbit comes slowly from his burrow And stares drowsily this way and that, Then blinks his eyes as the dim light brightens. Showing a dull glow over the needled mat. Comes a soft sound of padded feet in flight, A grey timber wolf running from the day, His rough hair smooth and sharp ears erect; His bushy tail shines like a silver spray. Aloft, a squirrel barks, A greeting to the new born sun, And calls to his slim and beautiful mate, To join him in the morning ' s run. Now the trees sway gently and in rythm. As the morning breeze caresses them. They thrill from tufted crown to hidden roots, When they greet God ' s rubied gem. —Ted Bushby, ' 26

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' Twas Zip who came then, with her head held so high, But her fame and position would that justify. She was thrilling the millions with her wonderful song. She ' s touring the west, j ' ou ' ll hear her ere long. And then Lura Briscoe with her manner so sweet. Who stood near a capitol, delegates to greet. Her husband was a politician who had got pretty high And his wife ' s clever helping was what got him by. And then I saw Amy, who in her retiring way Was stopping at a friend ' s a visit to pay. She mentioned her Essex, and her Chrysler coupe. She ' d inherited a fortune and won a fiance. And Grace then sauntered by me with a look of unconcern. Art and sculptor work had caused her all frivolity to spurn. Among the select of the nation she was held in fairest grace For her masterpiece had brought her to a most exalted iilace. But Edna Davis looked so different I could hardly think it her. She was sitting at a table, reading Judd, or else Thayer. In the field of education she had a most enviable rep And her books are used as references by the critic teachers yet. .Ginger still, played o ' er the ivories, bringing melodies so sweet And her audiences were real ones, made up of the most elite. Work and more work thus had brought her to an honorary seat, But she gladly welcomes old friends when their paths chance to meet. Sarah had her High School hero safely held by wedlock ties, Real contented and so happy, still she to her neighbor sighs, I wish I could take up teaching, housekeeping is such a bore And I ' m going to if ' ICicky ' plays in football games much more. Amy Gibbons is the mother of a dandy little flock There in St. Johns, living simply, just as such a mother ought. Says she thought she ' d be a teacher but had somehow changed her mind But she really is a teacher, the most necessary kind. (fid Idell still has her Dodge roadster, and she pilots it with ease In Detroit ' s thickest traffic, doing much as sh e may please. Long since she saw Arizona, or the dear old Flagstaff school But she ' s coming west to visit when lake breezes get too cool. Maude has kept her girlish figure, dancing does it, try and see. She danced her way around the world, gaining much notoriety. You ' ll be hearing of her prominence, hearing very freciuontly, And of course say with importance, Why she went to school with me.