Tulia High School - Hornet Yearbook (Tulia, TX)

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Senior Prophecy “TIME WILL TELL” A prophecy I ne’er could write If I should try with all my might. I’m sorry, but I must deny The gift of a prophetic eye. ’Twill be much easier for me To write the things that I can see Which seem to mark the future state And destiny of each classmate. The poet didn’t miss it far Who said, “We shall be what we are” Suppose we try, as proof of this. To read the future of some Miss By summing up as best we may. The qualities she has today. Thelma Bivens? Yes. of course she’ll do; She’s musical and ambitious, too. She likes to play, but is so shy She dreads to meet the public eye. Secluded, then, some day she’ll sit Within a church with candles lit. While the music swells ‘neath her finger tips And a satified smile plays on her lips. And then there’s Alma. From her you’ll learn That she’s of a domestic turn ‘Tis strange how much delight she takes In baking crisp brown ginger cakes, I'll not be shocked her shop to find, When present years are left behind, In New York on a busy street Where she bakes these cookies brown and sweet Let’s take a lock now at the boys: We all know well what “Chink’’ enjoys. As “Hayseed” in the Senior play He was the “big hit” of the day • He’ll be a farmer, there’s no doubt; He hates to wait till school is out, In pass’ng let’s consider Joe; He’s happy all day long, we know. With pencils, paper, pen and ink. We’ll hear of him some day, I think. In hot pursuit of a career .As architect or engineer- Concerning Herron, let rre say 1 hat he’s the one who makes us pay. He’s president and treasurer all in one; At every turn he sends a dun.