Bloomington High School, The Gothic, 1914, Page 27

Description:	Senior ProphecyIrene Yelch, 14I SAT with the rest of those forty tortured Seniors and like them,I pondered and toiled over that English final. That the air^JJ of that spring day had brought a drowsiness to the senses ofmy classmates, was easily seen. Some of them were hidingtheir yawns by lowering their heads, others were nodding openly, andsome seemed at a loss for a supply of words to answer those questions.But on the last question all were stumped. It was like Miss Mort-land to ask that question! Was the destiny of Macbeth, his life andcrime, guided by fate?Fate? I pondered-yes, fate! Where had I heard of that before?It was-it must-have been- Why, I was nodding! And no wonder,after hours spent in cramming for the ordeal. But, back to Macbethsfate. The Dictionary dawned through my drowsy sense, and then, Iseemed to forget that warm spring day and the droopy, sad counten-ances of my classmates. That dreary school room faded away, and Iwas sitting at the broad desk in Mr. Ramseys office. Before me wasa tattered old book on whose back was engraved in large gildedletters, Fates.Mechanically, I turned to the first page. Bollenbacher met mystartled gaze, and after it these words, Leader in the most recentMexican revolt. Died gloriously in the cause of the rebels. My poorclassmate Bones! Just below was Glenn Brown, Brigadier Gen-eral, Worlds Champion Marksman! On down the page was MayAiken, Mary Fowler, Alta Butcher, Cecil Buzzaird, Ruth Crain, andGoldie Butcher, farmers wives, and a little further Pearl Smith,deaconess.But what, thought I, has become of our class officers and theGothic Staff? Back to the Bs I searched in vain for Bright.Then, by a happy thought, I glanced at the Cs, and there the fateof our faithful President had been sealed. The presidency of theSenior Class was her last venture in politics and she manages now,no one but Dick.Opal Sutton, our brilliant Editor-in-Chief, was in the end the luck-iest girl in the class. She captured a man with millions and with hersweet generosity has endowed B. H. S. with a complete DomesticScience Course.Clay Gross and Dale Foster are traveling around the globe in aCarnegie donated vessel, in search of another Magnetic Pole. Mil-dred Johnson, Lucile Coffey and A. B. C. McCaughan, under the leader-ship of Farris Stimson, so threatened the lives of the Indiana Legis-lature, that they passed a bill warranting votes for women.On the next page of the Book of Fates was a picture, startlinglyfamiliar. There were the intelligent eyes and forehead, but the hair,-it no longer hung in tight curls, but coiled in curly masses on thewell poised head. Josephine Piercy has contributed more toward thestudy of ancient history of English Literature than a whole edition ofMoody, Lovitt and Boynton.But what of our classmates from Ellettsville? Ellettsville is noknger a village, but has assumed mammoth proportions since NellYork became its Mayor, and Ruth Whitted its Chief-of-Police. Stillmore was the city honored when Denzil Langwell, Lee Huber, andFred Dillard organized to edit the Daily Ellettsville News.But all of the old crowd are not in the vicinity of Indiana. Thereis Mamie Lee, the great American artist, in Paris; Mary Woodburnand Homer Carnes went to China together as missionaries, and GlennFoster is in Australia where, it is said, he has the worlds pick of thefamous Orpington poultry.Sash Woodburn has five suitors on the string and is peevedbecause they are not all millionaires. But most surprising of all isCotton Rawles fate. He was studying to follow in the footsteps ofhis Pater-Professor when he joined the Salvation Army, and now heleads the singing while Woodie (Glenn Woodward) beats the drum.Giant Miller, Josephine Sparks, Herman Elrod, Lillian Stewart,Mary Young and Lucy Yoe are married. Hence they are dead to theworld. Thora Eller and George Pittman are renowned orators forand against Womans Suffrage. Wylie Kennedy is a prosperous farmerand Frank Smith, his near neighbor, has ruined three aeroplanes inhis attempt to reach Mars.Only one sad fate was dealt to our glorious class. Alas, our poorclassmate, Bud, became so hysterical at Henry and Kerrs one Sun-day evening, over one of Henry Millers jokes, that the state com-mission of the Board of Health, George Anspaugh, hustled her off tothe asylum of weak minded people. There she remains, giggling yet.Much brighter was the fate of Lula Stone. She has startled theworld by producing a Latin translation which outrivals Cicero. Butbrighter yet is the future of our poetess, Ona Ellis. As a secondMaude Adams, she has helped to brighten the way of more than onewandering waif, and with her soulful verses, she touches the mosthardened.But this is not the end of the book of fates, and there are pagesand pages more of the truths which we may sometime know. I ameagerly turning to the next chapter of events, when there is a touchon my shoulder, and I awake. There is that same familiar schoolroom and that patient English teacher, pointing to the empty seatswhich my classmates have just vacated. So it was a dream, Imurmured.Class of 1914, we have not been brilliant, illustrious, or even un-common, but we have built a good, solid foundation and left a warmmemory behind. There are tears for our failures and smiles for ourtriumphs, for our dream future lies ahead.Page Twenty-seven
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