| CLASS PROPHESY |
(Note - According to the Connecticut Yankee, it requires far greater power to foretell things that will happen one hundred, or one thousand years from now, than to tell what will happen in a few years or a week. The greater the distance to the future in question, the greater the power necessary to bring it into view. I agree with this view, and since I am only a humble prophet, I shall tell only what the class shall do on June 10, 1925.) Early on the morning of June 10th, I met Louise Jacobs in the old Blacksburg Post-Office. "Why," I said, "This is indeed a pleasure as well as a surprise! Louise, I thought you would be on your way to Niagara by this time." "No," she replied, "we are only going to Merrimac, as Meade is going to establish a clam-digging factory here in Blacksburg, and can't be long away from his business. You know, in the clam-digging business he will have no competition here, and I can help him by analyzing the food for the clams, to see if they have the proper diet. "And where are the rest of the class?" I asked, "It has been fully twenty-four hours since you dis-banded." "Well, Lucy is in the Library. I went there a few minutes ago to get a book, but I couldn't get near the desk, the place was just run-over with boys telling her 'goodbye'." "And where is Ruth?" "She just went into Plank and Hoge's to get a Coca Cola. She says we will get gray waiting here for the mail. You know the thought of having to part from her 'Structures' class is driving her to drink - Coca Cola. Why, Carrie is worse than Ruth. Right now she is over in the Chemistry Department trying to bribe Bob to let her run some more analyses." "Poor Carrie" we sighed. At that moment the window was opened, and we made a rush for mail. Louise, of course, was certain of a letter, and I merely hoped. From that day to this, the 29th of May, 1925, I have seen none of the class of nineteen hundred and twenty five. |