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

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Class Prophecy - Continued Them came a beautiful reception room filled with talented and attractive people. The hostess was Miss Helen Kill, society leader; to bo invited to her social func- tions was considered a great honor. She looked beautiful this evening and seemed very happy. Then appeared a doctor’s office. Whom should I sec but Fiss Clotus Nestor? Don’t misunderstand mc--I do not mean she was a doctor, but that a doctor had con- quered her fears so completely that she was no longer known as Hiss Cletus Nestor but as the doctor’s wife. Next a store window glimmered, before my eyes. A largo plackard announced a dem- onstration of a safety hat retainer. In the store was Fr. Preston Hawthorne, originator of the invention by moans of which men wore sure to find their hats wherever they left them. Mr. Hawthorne was selling them as fast as ho could hand them out. No doubt he had profited by his experience with the mechanical engineering students in Kentucky. A large and attractive building next caught my attention. On the lawn sat Miss Annabel Hopkins. She was now matron of an orphan’s home and was surrounded by a host of children whom she seemed to love and adore . Next came a great contrast. It was in the darkest part of Africa, and whom should I see but Miss Ernestine Hawthorne, who was the former president of our senior class? Miss Hawthorne was in Africa as a missionary among the black, uneducated savages. She seemed to bo very sincere and earnest in her desire and willingness to serve.

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Class Prophecy - Concluded The next apparition was that showing Mr. Richard Smith, who was formerly our star basketball player but who appeared not to bo Interested in basket ball any more. Ho was one of the most famous actors of Hollywood; his name had been seen in bright lights more than once. Through all those years he had never lost his ability to at- tract the ladies. Next was a large concert hall where the attraction was a distinguished pianist, Miss Ida Vaught, just returned from a European concert tour. Another apparition revealed Miss Vaught as a noted singer, es- pecially fine In Scotch songs. Her favorite song was The Campbells are Coming . The last apparition showed a gondola floating on the canals of Venice. In it were Miss Caroline Uhitten and her husband, the American Ambassador to Italy. Now came a voice, the v itch’s voice, saying, Sock no longer to look into the future; the thread of prophecy has come to an end. Had I been asleep? Had I been dream- ing? I found myself In my own room, the clock striking one, sheets of manuscript on the table and floor. I had started to write my prophecy but my dream had brought to me a much more thrilling future for my classmates than I could over have Imagined for them. Hazel Simcox