Southeastern Oklahoma State University - Savage Yearbook (Durant, OK)

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CLA PROPHECY In the Fall of nineteen hundred and thirty, I had returned from an extended business trip which had taken me to China, India, Japan, and many other eastern countries. Being back in the good old u. S. recalled many memories of the past and especially of the times spent in Southeastern Oklahoma. One thought leading to another brought vp the school days at S. E. N. and particularly memories of the nineteen-nineteen graduating class. I began to think and wonder where ezch member had wandered and while meditating on this subject, a sign confronted me saying: Thinking this would be a pleasureable past time, I entered. “What is it for you this evening, Mademoielle’? she asked. “I have some friends whom I have not heard from in a long time and I should be glad if you could tell me something of their whereabouts and what they are do- ing at the present time.” I replied. “Gladly”, she answered,” but may I ask you to name them for me so that I may keep each one separately in my mind; Before I begin, please turn this cup of coffee grounds upside down and leave them for a few minutes—now you may remove the cup.” Immediately I began to think of them as we used to sit in the Senior meet- ings. Of course I thought of the Class President first. “You may begin with Cecil Mackin.” After a few minutes of waiting, she replied, “I see a large auditorium which is crowded to overflowing. The occasion is the opening of the Concert season. The Chicago Symphony Orchestra is to be the specialty of the evening. The cur- tain rises and the Director appears to make a few introductory remarks. He is a slender man of about thirty years, and has a mass of long, curly red hair. The programme begins with a composition of the Directors, and the audience is held enraptured by the wonderful skill with which the Orchestra performs.” “That is certainly he, because he came from a long line of musical ancestors,” I commented. “Marguerite Jarrell please ma’am.” “In the Sena 3 Room of the United State’s Capitol Building, I see the Presi- dent of the Senate call the assemfilage to order, and the clerk call for new busi- ness. About the middle of the room a d rk haired woman arises and is recognized as Senatress Jarrell of Oklahoma. She desires to be heard upon a Bill introduced by her providing for universal Woman Suffrage as a means to Presidental female candidacy. Her greatest ambition, however, is to further the cause of WOMAN SUFFRAGE.' This last sentence reminded me of Marguerite’s ability to stand up for her rights in school. “Alright the next one is Vallie Fox.” “Ah,” she said. ’T see my own country in this. There is a village which is being rebuilt by the good Americans. The woman who has charge of the work is rather heavy set, an drea headed. She is accompanied by her husband, who came to France in nineteen hundred and eighteen to help free our country, and MADAME de COOHELET SPIRITUALIST READER. READINGS $5.00 EACH.