Wallace High School - School Daze Yearbook (Bristol, VA)

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CLASS PROPHECY One day when we had finished reading ’’The Tragedy of Macbeth”, I came into the classroom and saw a figure which appeared to be the leading character of the play, Macbeth himself. At first I was frightened and started to run because I thought I was seeing his ghost. But when he spoke, my fears were gone because I knew no ghost could speak. He told me that if I wanted to see something miraculous happen to fol- low him. I went with him to Norfolk where we started across the ocean. I asked him why we didn’t go across on a ship, but he said only that there was no use in paying a fare when we could walk- -that would be the Scotchman for youl I kept asking him where we were going and what we would see, but he would only say, Wait.” After what seemed to me to be a very short time we arrived at Liverpool, England. We d idn’t stay in Liverpool very long; so I can’t tell very much about the city. From there we went directly to London, where we remained for a short period of time. Here we visited the court of King James and I began to realize that I had gone back in time to the days of Shakespeare. All this time I was wondering where we were going; but since Macbeth had refused to tell mebefore, I did not dare ask any more questions . Wo took a train to Edinburgh. Upon reaching there, Macbeth seemed not to want to tarry; so we hurric-cl on through the city, and, as in Liverpool, I did not learn much about Edinburgh. I then followed Macbeth into the open country.

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Class Prophecy - Continued We were soon on a barren heath which seemed to have a mysterious look about it. I was wondering what kind of a country this really was when I was suddenly brought to my senses by a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning which made me almost scream; but Macbeth said, ”Fcar not.” As I looked into the distance, I saw a very high cliff under which yawned a large cave. This seemed to be the spot toward which Macbeth was leading me. We soon reached the cave whore, upon entering, we saw three female figures in tattered garments. Macbeth hailed, them in a way that was very surprising to me. I soon de- cided that they were witches, and, when Macbeth told me I could ask them anything I wished and they would grant it, my sus- picion became a certainty. They were hud- dled together around a boiling kettle from which all sorts of apparitions were aris- ing. I was frightened almost too much to speak, but since I was there I thought I might as well do as Macbeth had told me and asked the witches some questions. Surely the effort couldn t be any worse than my standing there in silence. Since our sen- ior class of 1937 was on my mind more than anything else, I decided to ask them, the future of my fellow classmates. Suddenly I heard a voice, a v itch ' s voice, which said, You wish to know the future of your fellow classmates?” I an- swered, Yes.” The voice continued, ”lt is not well to seek to know the future; to know the future is given to few, but you are one of the favored few. The witches stirred the broth in the boiling kettle and murmared words which