Temple Hill High School - Templar Yearbook (Castlewood, VA)

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CLASS PROPHECY Last night I sat alone in my study, enjoying the twilight and my own most wonderful thoughts. I heard a soft rustling behind me and turning I saw near my chair a queer little creature which I couldn’ t clas- sify. It wasn’t strictly human and yet I had never before in all my study of Natural History, ever seon anything distinctly resembling it. Before I had time .to ask the customary questions ’’When and where were you born, are you white or black, single or married, the strange visit or asked in a mighty voice which made me leap out of my chair, Are you the student who has been selected as the prophetess of the class of Temple Hill High School of the year 1945-46. If you are, I was sent here to give you information on any of your classmates whom you might wish to find ' . ' My hoart was filled with joy when these words came to my ears because for sometime I had been won- dering where all my classmates were and what they were doing. The funny little creature lifted from a box throe small stones which he handed to me and ' said Take these and soon you will be in wonderland, where you will find all of your classmates once again. I did and the next thing I knew I was walking down the street in Washington City; before my eyes came a small blonde-headed girl whom I thought I should know. Why sure, it’s Estelle Bratton, who is employed by the F. B. I. in that city. The farther I walked the more I thought and won- dered. Next I came to a nice little schoolhouse. I said to myself, 1 11 go inside and find out who the teachers are. I took the chance and found that three of my best classmates were teaching: S. A. Fraley, Jr. was principal, Stanley Banner, Agricul- 1

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turc teacher, and Slaino Byington w as Cornmercial teacher. They seemed to have a fine school and I enjoyed my little time spent with them very much. As I came out of the school house my eyes glanced to the right side of the street. There I noticed a sign Welch’s Service Station. The next thought which came was if Junior and Mary Ruth had married and settled there. I could not resist going in. I was right; they had taken their vows two years be- fore. I chatted there a while and at 2:30 I was to leave for an airplane ride with Marvin Byington as the pilot. While we wore riding we talked about our classmates and good teachers that we had at Temple Hill. Marvin suggested that we tune in for some mu- sic on the radio, so I agreed. A voice was singing Tho White Cliffs of Dover. It sounded very beau- tiful and the voice was familiar. Listen, Marvin, did you hear that? Annette Litton was singing from Hollywood. I had often wondered where she and Thomas Salyer were and if their friendship was still as it was in school. As the plane came lower tho ground I could sec a small object standing at the airport. The plane came down to the ground and I got out. It was Thomas standing there. Ho said, Hello, cousin, and I said Hello and good bye to those friends and started on a-gain. Next, I find myself in a department store buying some lace handkerchiefs. The clerk, can you imagine, was Wilma Byington. She said she liked her job fine and was taking life easy Still onward I went. I saw a man and his wife and two small children coming toward mo. They all looked very familiar. I said to myself that looks like Mr. Bane Daugherty and his wife, the former Beulah Moore, and children. The closer I came the more I hesitated to stop and talk. Who’s the little man with tho black whiskers? It’s Chick Carty. Doesn’t he look natural? There’s a good-looking man in that Navy Uniform who resembles a classmate of mine. It is Ray Hughes,