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

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Class Prophecy - Continued meant nothing at all to me but sounded suf- ficiently v oird to make anything happen® Suddenly new apparitions began rising from the kettle. Breathlessly I awaited. In a moment I saw a change. I seemed to be looking in- to a hospital. Among the nurses who were alleviating suffering there was one xvho seemed very familiar. All the years had not changed her; she was still the same happy Alpha Holt, fulfilling the report known perhaps only to a few in the third year of college life. The apparition faded, I saw a large, quiet study. In it sat a lovely woman, As she turned I saw the beautiful Miss Wanda Price, who had entered upon her poetic car- eer as our class poet. Several volumes of her poems lay on her desk, and she was pre- paring another. Again the scene changed. An orthodox Protestant Church next caught my attention. Would you believe that in the pulpit stood Mr. Robert Vaught? I could have imagined his delivering a lecture on Hot Air or sounding the praises of Omega Oil much more easily than his expounding the gospel. Next I saw the University of Oxford. The library was the room which appealed most to mo, because among all those books whom do you suppose I saw? It was none other than Miss Lillian Lundy, who had at last reached her desired goal and seemed very happy among all those books.