R J Reynolds High School - Black and Gold Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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30 THE BLACK AND GOLD Della Dodson was the next to visit my seer's den, little Della who used to be so good in class, destined to leave a henpecked husband to care for the pots and kettles while she paraded around the country, helping the suffragettes smash windows and the like. As Della left, Lucile Snyder and Louise Brown came in, followed by Allan Owen. The girls, I aforesaw were to be alas, old maids and live in a tiny home with their cats and Howers, while Allan was to carry the chain for the South- bound and in the course of time steal the hearts of many a maiden who chanced to cross his path as he journeyed from Waughtown to Wadesboro on business for the corps. A murmur of voice in my ears interfered with my vision one day, a strange foreign sound. At last I perceived that it was the dialect of the heathen Chinee and that it was Bessie Hutchins trying to preach in far away Chop-suey land to the almond eyed girls and women. Strange to say, it was on the day that Mary Elird and Emily Vaughn came to see me that I saw Theodore Rondthaler, always interested in science and inventions, and Arthur Spaugh, his boon companion, navigating some kind of H20 Flying Ship that they had invented. I saw them sailing up, up, into the distant blue towards the fabled land of Mars. Then the vision faded, and all I could see was two lonely widows,-one a school ma'am in far away Dagupan explaining the Farewell Address of Washington to a widely interested class of Philipinos, and the other the verse maker for the Country Lady's Magazine. Dthers of my classmates I saw were to follow literary lines in after life. Hortus Scott was to become famous as a preach- er, and by his glowing eloquence, his lofty flights of imagina- tion, attract great congregations, especially of women. jim Hankins was to become quite famous as teacher of a new system of pennmanship, so easy to learn that even a school teacher could make a passing grade by practicing fifteen minutes a day.

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THE BLACK' AND GOLD 29 Qlllass ihrupbenp member it all the chirping of the birds the fresh - odors from garden and lawn, the cooling summer breeze. I was spinning along in my Ford, my happy thoughts keeping time with the chug, chug of the motor under me, for it was of graduation day I was thinking, of the joy of actually passing my finals, of making a clean 4 in Math., when crash! went the sound of shattering glass, and I was hurled headlong through the wind shield of my machine. The next thing I knew, I was lying in a white bed of the Hospital, a sweet faced nurse attending me. For many weary weeks I lay there, for like the woman in the Bible I suffered many things of many physicians, and like her again, spent all my living on physicians, and was no better, till one happy day there came to our City Hospital a young doctor who performed on the cells of my brain an operation so deli- cate and yet so marvelous that he obtained a world-wide reputation. I, too, began to acquire a reputation, for it soon became evident that because of the operation on my brain, a subtle psychological change had come over meg and at the hour each day in which I was hurled from the machine, I was thrown as it were into a kind of trance, and the future was spread as an open scroll before my clear mental vision. People who were interested in foretelling and such things began to visit me. One by one the members of my class at old Winston-.Salem High School began, to consult me as to their future. The first to come was john Henning, for strange to say, though old john seems so quiet and unassuming he has a heart afire with ambition. He was highly pleased, therefore, when my prophetic vision placed him, after years of hard work following the plow, high in the professional world of letters, as editor of a matrimonial journal. T wAs 3 bright day in June, 1915. HOW well 1 fe-

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THE BLACK AND GOLD 31 I was just beginning to wonder one day whether any more of my old classmates were coming to see me concerning their futurity when in came a group of them, each one anxious to hear the fate of the others. There were the two Eaton boys, inseparable as ever, Louise Crosland, Elizabeth Conrad and Charles Roddick. As they crowded into my seer's den, a dimness came over my vision. The scene before me became indistinct and blurred, a strangely familiar pungent odor filled my nostrils. What was it? Suddenly, as if by magic, C. C. C. in flaming letters burst upon my sight. Clifton's Cabbage Corner! Why to be sure, this was little Eaton's experimental farm,-here it was he was to become a second Burbank. Here it was he was to produce a wonderful new vegetable by grafting wild onions to cabbage. While Clifton pottered around among his cabbage plants, I seemed to see Clement in the dingy ofhce of the establishment keeping the accounts of C. C. C. and in between times Writing those learned historical theses which were to make him no less famous than his brother. Another of my classmates I saw was to follow the agri- cultural path of life. Louise Crosland, merry, happy-go- lucky Louise, was to settle down quite contentedly among the cows and chickens of her Stokes County farm, ruling her better half with an iron hand. Elizabeth Conrad's future I saw was to be varied. First she was to try her hand at school teaching, then I saw her in the editor's den. Finally I saw her the mistress of a mansion in Kernersville and driving her Buick, monogrammed R. M. S. down the boulevards of our city any fair day. ' Charles Roddick, our silver tongued orator, I saw was to become a prominent member of the bar, and when not arguing such questions as Ship Subsidy in national halls of Congress was settling divorce questions for the fair sex for which he had attained quite a reputation. Tom Wilson was the next to visit me. How delighted he was to find that, like the great joe jackson, he was to become