SUNY at Fredonia - Fredonian Yearbook (Fredonia, NY)

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PROPHECY-Class of 1900. As the twilight shadows deepened o'er the earth at close of day, Seated at my window, dreaming, as my thoughts roamed far away, Thinking of my many school friends in the Graduating class, ' And this question to my mind came-1' What will ten years bring to pass? Then a stupor overcame me and l quickly closed my eyes, And l dreamed l saw an angel who looked old and good and wiseg ln his hand a scroll he carried. lt was bulky, old and worn. Twas the Roll of Fatehe told me, from which the future could be known. All night long he sat near by me, reading Destiny's decree- And I heard the names of many which were names well known to me. So the future of those people l can now distinctly state As 'twas read to me so plainly from the Angel's Roll of Fate. l First the name of Miss Rakowska was the one l chanced to hear- She'll be known throughout the countries of the earth, both far and near. l-ler lectures on Theosophy and Science will hold sway Long after many centuries have come and passed away. Then the name of Estelle Shepard very much appealed to me- The president of Vassar she is destined soon to be. As an author of a volume of French plays she will be classed, And she'll conquer that old bug-bear, idiotic ne, at last. 14

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The class colors chosen were the colors of the daisy-green, yellow and white. But let not any one in- fer that any member of this class has ever turned green with envy, except of those fortunate beings who have peacefully slept during rhetoricals, yellow with age, except temporarily in a valorous effort to remember the rules for pronouncing Latin proper names, or white with fear, unless while sentence hung suspended over the purloiners of state gas in the chemical laboratory. Speaking of that affair of the gas, it may be well to say that fudge isn't the only kind of confection that the 'oo girls have dispensed. The fame of the class bard, one of the experts in the concoction of fudge-and other sweets, has gone all the way from Center street to Perry and back again. There are two ways of treating almost any kind of work-to talk about it and to do it. Take cooking, for instance. You can write volumes on it in a cool shady nook under the branches of a wide spreading maple, but just try doing it in a close kitchen with the mercury sunning itself in the nineties! The class of rgoo has two members who have studied cooking. Mr. Leworthy has written an inspiring oration upon it, Mr. Edmunds has tried it. The former has not yet made public the results of his investigations, but the lat- ter, after burning all his fingers and thumbs, has solemnly avowed his purpose never to enter a kitchen again. MV Vocation, he says, whatever else it may be, is not frying pancakes. Before closing this brief retrospect in which of necessity many interesting facts have been unwritten, one class honor must be noted. That is the system of self government used in the study room, whereby the youths and maidens best calculated to set a shining example before their fellow students, have been placed in authority. Like the Athenians, the class has yielded up its youth by sevens, but to how different a fate! Not to become the prey of a dreadful monster, but to be hailed as the preservers of the peace, the eagle eyed detectors of missile throwers, and the avengers of all seditious acts. They have been faithful over many, may they be made rulers over more. Yesterday, for the class of I900qiS gone forever. Today, tomorrow is their own. It lies with them alone to make it even more worthy than the past has been of the Hin de siecle class of their Alma Mater. PEARLE MCMILLEN Pack. 13,

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Then the Angel turned the page and showed a picture inscribed there, And I saw Louie Edmunds, seated in a great arm chair, With a dictionary opened wide before him-and I thought He is writing college essays. Great, long words he's seeking out. Next, the names of jenks and Hooker struck my ear with joyful sound, For Miss Jenks will keep on singing- And the green grass grew all And Adele's chief occupations, as the time so quickly flies, Will be to rock the cradle, sing coon songs and lulabies. ' round The Angel stopped and wiped his eyes- The next, he said, is sad. A boy, named John, a brilliant youth, a fearless, dauntless lad, Will start on his bicycle to visit at the sun And ne'er return to tell how fast he made his century run. In the list of girls who'll marry in the time not far away I recognized the following: Babcock, Keeler, Cummings, Day. The Allen girls will go abroad, this information leave behind- We seek an English fortune, then, a Duke apiece we'll find. I heard the name of Penhollow, of Gibbs and I-Iimeline, As men whose' skill in legal lore would stand the test of time. And a man whose name is Taylor will receive the world's esteem For his skill at I-Iarvard College, managing a baseball team. The Angel stopped and closed his book. The morning light had come. The visitor then vanished. This poetic mood came on. I quickly totok my pencil, wrote it down, as you may see, This glimpse into the Future, as 'twas thus revealed to me. -C. M. I5 D