Salem College - Sights and Insights Yearbook (Winston-Salem, NC)

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Esther White North Carolina Sweet as the primrose beneath the thorn. 23

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Class Prophecy, 1905 ■r HE oak tree was an object of great love and reverence to the ancient Greeks. lt They thought it had the mystic power of foretelling future events, by the ■ sounds among the rustling leaves, or the secrets of the future were laid up in their dainty little acorn cups. The Druids, later, gained their knowledge largely from oaks. Some vears after the disbanding of our Class of 1905, I was in New York strolling through the cosv nooks of Central Park, standing idly under the shade of a sheltering oak. I seemed to hear sweet music among its leaves, and as I looked up some acorn cups fell around nie ; on taking them up, to my great surprise I saw nivstic characters inscribed therein. When 1 had examined them a little closer I could easily decipher them. Strange to say my surroundings brought back to my mind the sweet and happy days I had spent in dear old Salem. Almost uncon- sciously I called the names of several of my classmates, still I held the acorn cup fast as if impelled by some magic power and dreamily read the names I found there. x gain and again 1 repeated them before I could read any more, and this is what the beautiful little nut told me of a few of my chums and classmates who had lived with me within the walls of the Academy. Cam, soon after leaving school, traveled a great deal in North and South America : during this time she developed a great desire to see all there is to be seen Nothing would do but that she must go across the seas. She has visited every feature of interest both in the New and Old World. Just at this time we find her in London, the belle of the season, with lords, dukes, and ministers at her feet; quite a striking contrast between the quiet retiring Senior of 1905, but then one nex ' er knows. My next friend I find at a place far removed from the first. . s we enter the Exposition Grounds at Jamestown, ' irginia, amid all its beauty and grandeur, in one of the most picturesque and striking buildings we find a person with, The One Talent that of incessant talking. On entering this place your first impres- sion is that vou are all alone, but only for a few minutes, when a beautiful woman comes out, tall and stately. Immediately she begins to speak of some wonderful machine. Only ten dollars and you can become a perfect beauty. The speaker ' s face seems strangelv familiar, and all at once it dawns upon me that it is no other than Estherw. She tells me about the wonderful improvement in herself, and says 25