Randolph Macon Academy - Sabre Yearbook (Bedford, VA)

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ay LENS Al (3S est Senior Class Prophecy T has been several weeks since I completed my trip through old Virginia. I am giving below a few extracts from my dairy. When the train rolled out of Greensboro, much to my surprise, | found that Howard Branch was to be my traveling companion. It seems that Howard is head salesman for the dogs taken by Evans in his world-famous dog-catching establishment. From him I learned that Shelor is winning fame as the foremost con- struction engineer of South America, and that his wife, Aleine, is as charming as ever, and that Koonce is the famous professional basketball player, Putenin. As we passed through Chatham, we noticed on the platform Barrow and Ha den. While we did not have time to speak to them we heard that they and J. B. Hardy were considered the foremost farmers of the state. March 22—Lynchburg. Who should I meet this morning but Rev. R. L. Moore, pastor of Lynchburg’s largest church? He told me that J. D. Clark was converting people by the trainload in Africa, and that Best and High held small but important charges in the West Virginia mountains. Deciding that I should like to look old R. M. A. over, I ran up to Bedford for the afternoon. Capt. “Monk” Alexander met me when I entered the door of the old school. Coach Terry, the man who turns out the championship football teams of R. M. A., soon entered and welcomed me. I was told that ‘““The Palms” was making “Phil” Burks rich. March 23. Met Justice this morning as I got off the train in Petersburg. He took me around to the court with him to meet some more of the Class of ’23. I decided that I would stay for the first case when I found that it was Pitt Contracting Co. versus Vaughan Son, Clothiers. Justice was counsel for Pitt, who was attempting to collect from Vaughan for the erection of an annex to his store. Father Edwin, once “Skim- mige’ Booth, was one of the witnesses to the contract. You may not believe it but Edwin took “orders” after Frances married someone else. “Judge” Harrison was on the bench. Going to the station I noticed, as I passed a picture show, a billboard which adver- tised a film production in which “Souse” Clark, the second Grifhth, was presenting Pete Abernethy, supported by Wm. Wynne, the noted Texas two-gun man. March 24. Arrived in Richmond last night and put up at the Hotel Graham. As I was leaving the hotel pool I noticed that Julian C. Taylor and the hotel owner, Graham, were practicing for the Olympic games. I met Brinser this morning. John is now business manager for the Times-Dispatch. After much persuasion, I agreed to accompany them to the gambling hall run by White Thornton. March 25. Met Woodley at the gambling hall last night. He had come to Rich- mond to celebrate the sale of 2,000 tons of minnows to the famous sardine canners, Carey Brothers. Was approached by a bootlegger and dope runner this morning and was surprised to recognize ““Dopie” Davis. Page twenty-three

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Sabre March 26—Baltimore. Accompanied Kinney in the pilot boat to meet the Western Star this morning. You can imagine my surprise when First Officer Mac- Donald met me at the ladder and showed me aft to Capt. Goodall. A little later I found myself talking to Zink and Price, the coal magnates, who were just returning from observing conditions in Europe. We heard a great racket forward and decided to see what it was. Behold! there was Chief Engineer Willis attempting to get the two Dericksons back into the stoke hold. We found that they had shipped to get ma- terial for their next book, ‘“T'wo Years Feeding a Ship’s Boiler.” Looking over a list of the passengers I noticed R. E. Taylor’s name and, upon asking for him, was informed that, while leaning over the rail attempting to see his face in the water, he had fallen overboard and drowned. My day was additionally marred and saddened upon hearing that Headley and Ham- mock had met their death attempting to raise a rebellion in Mexico. March 27. Poor “Buzzard” and “Possum!” Hearing that they were in Dr. Camp- bell’s private asylum I thought I would pay them a visit. While still some distance from the asylum, I heard Read giving the battalion some command. As soon as I entered the grounds, Hundley rushed forward to greet me. We had not been talking five minutes when he asked me if I did not bring him a contract from the Giants. I recognized the two keepers who hovered around as Nooe and Payne. March 29. I arrived at John Wright’s Kentucky home and accompanied him when he inspected his famous horses this morning. Much to my surprise, I found that his two world-famous jockeys are really Pardue and little Steed, while the other Steed is his trainer. I was informed by John that J. F. Miller, the wealthy mine owner from Colorado, would arrive in the morning. March 30. Noticed in the paper this morning that W. C. Clements, former treas- urer of the Ford Motor Co., which position he had left with five million dollars in his pocket, had been captured in Norfolk by Sheriff Amos and Deputies Pollard and Clay. April 8. Thoughts of the members of the Class of ’23 and sadness over the untimely death of some, have so occupied my thoughts for the last week that I have failed to make any entries in my diary. JoHN M. WILts, Prophet. Senior Poem Taps have blown upon the Hill, But a bugle yet will blow, Our work is iaid aside, Blow in the dawn of another day, No more we'll hear the silver notes Sounding a clarion call to arms, Of the bugle, faint and clear, Our Alma Mater’s call to us: Calling us from thy stately halls. “Be good, be kind, be true.” Gladly we answer, Randolph-Macon, We join thy legions brave; and as We strive our age to serve In the fight of right and wrong, We'll cherish our love for thee. JoHN M. WILLs, Poet. Page twenty-four