Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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Zlmzrira, smear Ruse Out of the heart of the World bloomed a rose, So fair, so fragrant, so sweet, That hands from every nation stretched out to Feel its petals smooth and neat. Under the stars stood this beautiful rose. So tall, so erect, so free That foreign people from oppressed lands Called it sweetest Liberty. Tho' the hair of old 'Father Time has turned, Still the rose blooms on and ong Tho' many hands have plucked at its petals, None of its beauty is gone. America, no words can truly tell, But my love will never part, And when I close my eyes in slumber still, Thee, dear rose, will fill my heart. BESSIE WEAVER '27 Page sixty-four

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lg..-1,41 ' g .nl F.,-M-. rm Ghz iBrnpbecp nt the Qlilass of 1927 One day it occurred to me that I should like to know what had become of the members of the class of 1927 of old P. H. S.. and what fates they were meeting on the rough, cold path of life. Impulsively I snatched my hat and coat and climbed to a hidden cave among the hills. Sitting near the opening was a weird and frightful crea- ture. She was gazing earnestly into the depth of a huge caldron, the con- tents of which bubbled and seethed over the fire. I crept through the un- derbush and soon stood by her side. I had been there a long while before she raised her head, which was covered with tangled wisps of coarse, gray hair. Her piercing eyes seemed to read my innermost thoughts as she ask- ed, Well, what brings you here? I timidly begged her to read to me the fortunes of my beloved class- mates in the magic liquid before her. With a leering grin she poured a dark powder into the caldron. The liquid sputtered and foamed up over the edge of the vessel. She stirred slowly as she chanted in an undertone and made grotesque gestures with her skinny hands. She peered into the liquid a moment, then motioned me to her side and told me to look. What should I see but a large hospital room? There were many nurses at the bedside of their patients. I heard a door open and turn- ed to see who had entered. To my astonishment Ruth Schoppert walked in the room. Inquiring a little, I learned that my old classmate was the head nurse at the hospital. How glad I was to learn that Ruth's dreams had at last come true. Again the old woman stirred the liquid and it foamed and bubbled. A new scene appeared. It Was a crowded city thoroughfare in front of a magnificent theatre building. It was late at night and many people were leaving the building. On the billboard by the door I read, Lola Hardegen, the public's favorite, in 'When John Comes Back. ' Before I could moralize on the tricks of fate, or even read the name of the city, the picture slowly changed, and I was looking on a beautiful country home. On the lawn several people were grouped around two per- sons. As I looked at the center of attraction I was surprised to see Thelma Schoppert and Edward Baldwin beaming upon the guests. In my school days little did I dream that Thelma and Edward would ever care so much for one another. My heart thrilled with tenderness as I thought of Beatrice Anderson and wondered what had happened to her in those long years. Before the question had fairly entered my mind, the scene changed and there-sat Be- atrice looking at a package of age-worn love letters from her old classmate, Eldred Green. The liquid then became much agitated and I could see a grand ball room with a lot of merry dancers. I observed Laura Belle Dawson standing alone near the piano. She seemed to be absorbed in watching two young lovers as they stood half hidden beyond a group of palms. She seemed to be think- Page sixty-five