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Senior ProphecyYe gods who cast your shadowy fateUpon each mortals way,Now mix the caldrons contents wellAnd all our fates before us portray.Our presidents a girl, you know-Yet one to make things go-Miss Dorothy is always at her postTo aid the fast and spur the slow.We pray good luck on her may smileThroughout a long, good life;Her health, you know, will be just soWhen shes the little bakers wife.Your head, Oh Wilson, is full of foreign speech,Your heart is full of fun;You often suffer for mischiefThat you have never done.When science fails to win a markAnd progress still doth stand,Earl Barkers name will then lead-A magic word-so great and grand.Bob Cain will enter business soonAnd there hell make things goFor Bob has studied short hand well,Hence nothing will be slow.Bob Easleys full of life and joyHis heart is with the class,In anything he starts to doOur Bob will always pass.A future full of pride and fameAwaits our artist GlennWhose hand so skilled in painters artVies with the greatest pen.A girl who always goes to churchAnd has her lessons, too,Yes, Anise B., we all predictA happy lot for you.When still in Freshmans weary yearsLuzzadder got his start;And hence his minds completely strayedTo girls and sos his heart.Rose Jacks a girl wholl always win,She studies night and day;And sure the man who wins her heartWill have to come her way.Since girls are given chance to wooOh, boys! guard well your field;For heres this crafty girl whose nameIs little Ruby Steele.When beauty is a thing thats pastAnd wisdoms more and moreYou leading ones must step asideFor here comes Theodore.Miss Ellen Hobbs is our Senior Belle,The stage is her desire.She sees the footlights in their flameAnd then her souls afire.Miss Treadway as a mission girlWill make a noble stand;And spread the gospels teachings wideThroughout all heathen land.Miss Blackwell with her winning waysWill be a doctors wife,And then with heaps of medicineShell practice all her life.Miss Curry will to business turn-She knows its numerous ways-And once into its circle brightShell spend there all her days.Carl Shigleys good and honest, too,His face with health is spread;Carl loves the good old farming work;By it hell earn his bread.Miss Hilda oft has had a viewOf college girls and boys,And since this life appears so gay,Shell enter in its joys.Yes, Miss Paulines the suffragette,On this her mind is bentTo gain the ballot for her sexThen run for president.John Adams likes the farming best,Although the citys grand,Hes going back to Morris Creek,To work on fathers land.Our Marguerite has won the fame,Of independent girl;No use to doubt her stand in life,Shell conquer in this world.Marie von Behren soon will goTo lecture far and wide;And mong the distant men of sinShell spread the gospel tide.Fern Pryor no doubt will star in art,Or drift on musics tide,Unless she makes her fatal stepTo be a preachers bride.Who of the class would eer have dreamedThat Elsie Jones could rule?Yet, Elsies set her heart on this,To teach a country school.Olentice Kinman, lady-like,Shell never cause a pain.Her life will glide along as calm,As sunshine after rain.Miss McCartney soon will beA nurse with gentle ways;And then with soothing hand and smileShell brighten sick mens days.Page Twenty |
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Bloomington High School |
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