(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.

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