Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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Senior Prophecy. Till , ( ' lass ..f ].,(.,:; liail drctcM im- incplu-l, ami I suffered an a-.iny I re-.|i. iiisiMlily ll is true I was not i-alleil u]).in Id lie I ' residenl. anil had nil cause di fear that s. mie n mseientii ais fanatic wonUl feel it his duty til assassinate me, nur had 1 lieen chosen tii the arduous place I l iet; 1 was aKi i spared the lein|italii m nf alisd mdini;- to Canada with the class finids ; Inn the |iMsitiiin in which I was placed is im easy iine. . s a vi inian i.f reputatii.n. I felt that I shi.nld he held ].ersiinally res]ii msihle if every destiny f ' re|.ild did iiiit c.iine trite ti. the letter. And fur this reasnn T resnlved nut tu write ni iipniiim, hut to wait until a special rex ' elation should come to me. I souf ht the riwelation: 1 ]iursned it. 1 wandered liy aters so ins])i:-in,t; to class lirophets of old; I sle]il. liopino a dream would lii ht up for an instant the silent halls of the future: I ohtained permission from the cm]ircss of the kitchen to .yaze into the L lowiuL; coals; and e eu snnn;L;]eil in a ci,L;arette. that I mii ht see faces of aluinn;e lloatiui;- aliottt in its iam.;s of smoke, as men iimphets never fail to do. I ' mt all in vain— the water made nie take chl. I alw;ivs dreamed of my hest sttitor. . tmt I ' riscilla closed the stove to pttt in the potiitoes. the cii arette t;ave me — the erou|i. ;nid ihe fnltire remained a dim, m stenons vast. lint as the last day drew ui.yh, necessity, that mother of invention, inspiration, and many other lahorimts children, (|ttickeneil ui ' susceptihilily, and the revelation came. I sat at dinner that ila - with a strant;e feelin! of connection with the spirittial. . nd i radtially . nnie ( ireen ' s steady htizz of ( ierman iihilosophers and Ihe Ini her love lulled me uitu drowsiness and I closed mv eyes. hen I opened them I found mxsclf alone in the dining-room with a spirit of liMht. ' idle heantiful visum stooij in a li;ilo of luminous cloml, llcr snow- while wiuus wrre folijcd; her h.air fell m l oIiIcu hillows ;,l,oiil thr in;u;uihcenl shoulders, h;ilf disclosm- the .alalusler tliro;,! and splendid ;irins. In her eyes lay a se.a ..f mystery and calm, and 1 kurw she ;is the ( niardian of the h ' titure, 1 s.al i|iutc slill in awed silence for ;i while, then I .asked in treiiililin,L; lone; (I .S]iirit of d ' rnlh, , n.i;el of Destiny, unlock for uie, 1 ]iray, the portals of f;ite; nuroll for me the scroll of the conuii- ears ; tell me, 1 implore thee, the f.ate of our ten. She smiled, and the place shone with her smile, and liftins;- her ivory arm she wa ' eil a -olden rod oxer the ten-sided shakiny-ielly on the center of the lahle. The jelly Iremliled .•iiid Inrneil cloudy, hut when it cleared a-ain. I beheld a vision of the future. i6

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Senior Class History. THIS is m thiril and last attcni])t at a class hisliii im the (. ' ilitdrs of this Annual thai ( n are u reailiny-, kinil friends an l relentless. They saiil a class hisi,ir in ist he written, and 1 am nut a writer. 1 tried sciniethiny innn . I wanteil sc miethinL; elahnrate, 1 hci])ed fur sumethin.y- jcifly and I write snniethint; ci )niini inplace. We are a class of ten. We have had lots of meetings, hut evervhody talked together: there was a niisiht) volume of sound, but notliint; more. e possess rare talent, to put it mipilerately, and we ci ncluded to entertain ihe thou.ght of Senior Dramatics, but Shakespeare was the l)e.st that the iday- wriyht could afiford. and Shakesjiearc was too tame for us. We have one gentle, docile member in our class, and we elected her president and she selecteil a conniiittee, but that rather grasping chairman unwound yard; of red ta])e and got them all so tangled up in it. that they are yet unable to report We got Us some prett pins, but we battled so long and so strong and so hart about tln-ni that the have ne er been a proper source of enjoyment. W ' e stud - a lot; we ' ve stuilied rhiloso]ih industriously, ' rrigonr nietr ]HTse -eringl , (,eol,,gy kizilw and Senior F.nglish with . lr. Stock.ard to gunk us— madly, wildly. .lcs|,crately, frantically. Irene l.acx ' s troubles are the only things that have hekl us to this allurin.!. world, that helped us on, for we all hoped in our inmost hearts that some da - wt woulil have some, too. I am tired now, and I expect you are too. P. x X ' oiiiscCM.

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All, sliall I ever forgt rushed a horse, the earriat: street men raced after him. der of hoofs and wheels. t that scene of wild confusion ! Down the street e behind nickiny from side to side, and down the Screams anil shouts filled the place, and the thun- . policeman clutched at the reins of the terrified runaway as the horse dashed past. And in the plunging , swaying vehicle I made out our president, dignified and calmly smiling, and anon murmuring, Whoa, Bess; this is really ([uite conspicuous. Jump! Jump! a man cried, springing at the maddened animal. .She raised her eyelirows, smiling, and bowed to him. Then like a whirhvinil the horse dasheil against a mail-post and the carriage crashed intu a thousan l pieces. . nd Hazel? — she was thrown higher and higher, but wlien last I saw her she was smiling and waving her handkerchief serenely. Tlic picture faded ;ind the shaking-jelly trembled and revolved on its axis. Not changed in all these years, I said, weeping. Our dignified presi- dent, the same to the last. The next picture reflected in the crystal side was one of melancholy quiet. Our vice-president lay propped up with cushions, her fair, w ' an face lying back and the transparent lids closed over the tired eyes. Plainly, she was soon to breathe her last. The Angel wrote in letters of light : Irene Lacey told a joke on her to the A. M. boys and she lingered on. but never recovered. She died nine days after. Ah. so young to die, and so beautiful! The shaking-jelly quivered with a sigh and turned slowly to the next. (Jnlv a green grave with a modest stone. I bent closer and read the inscription : KATE B. HILL