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THE BLUE AND GOLD. '17.
are written herein ; for the time is at hand!"
For as I looked into the land of the future, I could discern moving among the dim shadows of the peoples yet to be, the familiar shapes of those fair and radiant beings who were once my classmates now changed and transformed into the citizens of the world outside even as they had long hoped so to be.
And it came to pass that the veil before mine eyes grew yet more and more thin through the intensity of my vision and behold, I could see them, even if the intervening years were not all.
I could see our beloved president, Milo; yea even as today. I could see him in all his dignity and majestic bearing and his words ringing in the ears of his jurors. For lo! he was a lawyer and his case was a grave one.
Then the scene changed and I was in the midst of a fashionable hair dressing establishment where our Frances Schnotala, arrayed in gorgeous raiment; did anoinst and beautify the women assembled there. Then before my eyes there did flash a movie theatre in which a breathless multitude did watch a dazzingly beautiful damsel—even our Cecil Dunn yea ! our classmate did wondrous stunts and alas and alack ! this vision did pass and I could see even as I do now.
Behold ! another picture rose before my vision even as it hath to those before me and lo! my eyes rested on a sturdy policeman, William Curren with the strength of Samuel. who (lid guard and regulate the traffic of a busy city and as I did gaze intensely the scene suddenly changed.
It was as dark as midnight then a flash of light revealed to me a battlefield strewn with the dying and wounded, and a fair haired nurse, Miss Alida Remillard did administer unto them and did restore them to health.
As suddenly as this scene had come it hath departed and in its place I saw a man, Wilfrid Hocking. stand before a multitude and speak to those assembled with a fiery tongue. Yea, even as William Jennings Bryan, our illustrious classmate, Wilfrid Hocking did speak for peace at any cost.
As I peered into the future a mist which did envelop me did lift and I saw before me an exalted vision of a divinely fair maiden, Margaret Jones. in robes of finest- silk, the petted and idolized belle of Lake Linden.
As I sighed in my delight, my eves closed and when I again looked up I saw before me robed in the garments of a worthy bishop, Reuben Satterley, with a Bible in his hand.
And I also happened to find myself on the inside of an immense auditorium where a maiden with an exalted expression in her eyes, poured forth words of inspired genius. Verily, it was our Amanda Falerios who was thus helping women gain the suffrage.
And it came to pass, while I did ponder these things in my heart that the door of an opera house swung open and there I caught sight of fairyland while the sweetest strains of music held my soul entranced, and I did find, even as the peeress of the world's music, Eleanor Savard, who had often played in the Lake Linden High School. And I looked again. and as I looked I could see into a happy home. where a handsome soldier with martial bearing, even Russell Lord, did entrance his hearers with tales of bloody battle when the United States did put to rout its enemies.
And it so happened that I could see into that far distant time and I did see a sturdy farmer who directed his servants in the use of his new implements. And I did recognize our Roland Parks, who in that far distant time as now, excelled in everything, even strawberry farming.
And again it came to pass that I did find myself in a court room presided over by a young woman of ethereal beauty who once was Lillian Hagen and who now judged and ruled with an iron will.
As I did gaze. I suddenly was transported into a college class room where a tall dignified, non-smiling professor did teach the doctrines of Philosophy, even as in Civics class in 1917, he Walter Kline did propound his theories.
And it came to pass, even as I watched Professor Kline that I did hear a passionate voice begging the august senators about her to have "Preparedness" for the nation's motto, and as I did look I saw the speaker of these words and lo ! it was Dorice Pascoe.
In the twinkling of an eye I was in the inside of a fashionable modiste's exclusive shop where a fair damsel did teach ladies how to be more fashionable. Verily ! it was Ethel Mattson herself who thus did benefit mankind.
And it did come to pass that I did suddenly seem in a great field where a