Theresa High School - Blue Banner Yearbook (Theresa, NY)

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a PROPHECY They told me I must prophesy. But I know not what to do. For I was not born a prophet. Any more than you; I snent the day in study, (Strange tho for me it seemed) And then, all worn and weary, I fell asleeD and dreamed. T rose ir; Just a moment. And stepped out the open door. Into a city, strange to me, Although each and every store. Bore names known in Theresa, For twenty years and more. Then I saw a daily paper, Dated 1954. I beheld near me a lady, I thought I had seen that face Yet I could not place it In exactly Its right place; At last she stood before me And all wonder vanished quite; My old chum, Polly Bartlettl And I met her with delight. Strange that I should know her The change in her was great. She was tall and very slender And moved with queenly state. She seemed surprised to see me Said I had been long away. And gave me an Invitation To remain with her that day. Her kind offer I accepted. And she hailed a flying car. Soon we were driving swiftly, Toward the city limits far. The conductor eyed me closely, 'Twas a lady short and stout Fully able to assist the Passengers, to step in or out. As I paid ray fare she knew me. Perhaps by second sight Mary Wilson thus was proving Her belief In woman's eights. On the car a dude was sitting, Toying with a poodle small 'Twas Don Kilbornl I scarcely Would've known the man at all. Soon we flitted past a corner Where Gibbs' home used to lie And I noticed there a studio As we were passing by. Behind an array of easels Stood a girl I knew at sight Yes, it was Chris Turturro Painting with all her might. Tbe day brought its surprises: Betty dancing on the stage, Trudy in the opera house. Bob, a scientist, was the rage Margaret, a kindly nurse Margie, a housewife prim Mary Warrick who married first Was on a farm with Now I was tired and sleepy So I felt that It was best To withdraw myself a little For an hour or two of rest. I slept long and very soundly. And judge of my surprise When again, after my slumber I opened my drowsy eyes. The dream had been so lifelike That e'en yet I could not feel That the vision I'd witnessed Had been anything but real. And, my dear old classmates Dreams oft-times come true, Who knows but that my vision May be realized by you? Dr. Goodenough's Column (Extracts from her case book) Pat ent Symptoms Diagnoses Treatment Marjorie lack concentration heart trouble matrimony far-away look easily flustered Chris flutterv romantic fever back to“the quiot“atmos- -rr T.----excitable nhere of the creek oily los ng weight palpitations of more Fine on the whill b lushes eas ly the heart Toot forgetfulness unsettTed mind fewer men-in School” — flutterv wanJering thoughts no ’’Bills'’ co-ling trio to“the“seashore or' 2.f .sJLeijp in harbor no time for class throat trouble les s si ngTng ' activities ’itchy fore-finger rAscly» armost hysterical on long tTme oeddTing Sunday papers Mary G. callouses (?) new photographic equip-' pent nove nearer Hanmond photography sclerosi s §1r Douglas danc£ w w Phobia for dress stucTy patFern”drafting Sunday papers designing r ««Ha,.».. to hoof and mouth go places; eaT — disease r,yJe.