Waco High School - Daisy Chain Yearbook (Waco, TX)

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THELIVIA V. SMITH FLIM She says what she thinks, without th,?:'l'l,k'i7'Lg what she says. Civicsg Englishg Mathematicsg Do- mestic Artg Spanish Club ,IUANITA SMITH FRANCES WILMA TAYLOR jIMMIE T he remembrance of past labor Flowers of fine thoughts. is Sweet-H Englishg Domestic Arty Mathematicsg English: Domestic Science: Spanish: Civics Treasurer Mid-Year Class PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN

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ETHEL KELLY SLIME Don't do anything until you've done it. Mathematics, Physics, English MANUEL WIZIG LUCILLE KETON I am fresh of spirit and resolved. Hoist thou a charm to stay the morning ? English, Civics English, Science, Mathematics PAGE TWENTY-SIX

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I' Mid-Year Class Prophecy GQ! X69 T was a dark, dull and soundless night. The atmosphere held a pecul- fi' iar tenseness and warmness difficult to define or describe. If it was summer, the air was vibrant with none of those peculiar noises which are to be heard on any calm and peaceful summer night. ' l l looked overhead and there were no stars. There was no wind. Darkness held illimitable dominion over all. l held out my hands. l could see them but nothing else. Where was I? l seemed to be sitting or rather reclining in something which was, with- out a doubt, in motion. l endeavored to arouse myself and sharpen my senses. Lol l heard a small but regular splashing sound and an infinitely small click-click immediately afterwards. Evidently then, l was in a boat. But on what nocturnal voyage was l being taken unknowingly and unwitting- ly? What River of Silence was this that l was on? There seemed to be a hushing influence in its very flow. No murmur arose from its bed. l called out to question my pilot ffor surely l must have one of some kindl. There was no answer. Nothing but this all engulfing blackness. It was a mystery all insoluble. The mournful influence of the unseen was forcefully as- serting itself upon me. There was a tightening of the senses. A dull, cold chill spread over me. There could be but one explanation. Death, in approach- ing me, had stalked with his black shadow before me, and enveloped his vic- tim. I was overpowered by an intense sentiment of horrow, unaccountable yet unendurable. How long this state of uncertainty continued, l cannot say. But finally l saw at a seemingly great distance away, a feeble gleam of imprisoned light. And before l could even begin to wonder what it was the boat stopped. l was assisted by invisible hands CI could not feel them, but knew only that a force was compelling me to step out of the boatl, right into this patch of dim illumination. l stepped on some steps, and as l did so they swayed gently beneath me. l knew then that l must have been entering a houseboat of some sort. But just as l had crossed the threshold, a detaining hand was placed upon my arm. l turned and saw at my side a figure, the sight of which benumbed my very organs of thought. lt was impossible to connect its ghastly expression with any idea of simple humanity. There was that cadaverousness of complexion, and that large, liquid and luminous eye which are associated only with the thought of spectral creatures. The garments that he wore seemed to float about him rather than cling to his person. ln a hollow voice, which served to intensify my fear the more, he asked, Your name? He was evidently a doorkeeper. My teeth were chattering and l was still unable to think. After a few seconds, which seemed like hours, l managed to say, l-I can't remember. At this answer he burst forth in unholy glee. Needless to say, I was ter- rified beyond expression. At that moment from somewhere nearby a voice Z.. , as ' -rf A . tr-,lf - - . PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT