Prophecy of Class 1910

Oh, where will be the Class of �10,
When we in other years ascend
To make new history?
Despair is falling thick and fast,
When light on it is thrown at last
In form of prophecy.

Though as in dream or fancy light,
We see each one�s ideal so bright
T�ward which he�ll ever climb,
We�ll try to justly tell to you
What each expects in life to do,
And make a name sublime.

Horatio Agster, first we see;
A man, who, schooled to a high degree,
Is master of his art.
He�s chief historian of the land
Where reigns the eagle large and grand;
He�s �Yankee,� soul and heart.

Our view now rests on farmyard neat
That�s bound by fields of corn and wheat;
An ideal Hoosier farm.
�Tis here our Rosa Miller dwells,
Where city noise and clang of bells
Break not the tranquil charm.

Next Margaret Plank is brought to view,
But we can�t see what she will do
To gain the joy of fame,
Unless it is in music rare,
In which we know she�d gain most fair,
An honorary name.

I�m sure that when �tis known to you
What Helen Leonard wants to do,
You�ll say, �May she be blest.�
She hopes to be a first-class nurse,
And aid the sick, who on this earth
Find little joy or rest.

Now Mary Dawson can�t decide
What she in this old world, so wide,
Will do in years to come.
We think we see a college life,
And then a man who calls her �wife� �
But no, we�re joking some.

We look upon a miss so fair,
Who sits so calm in office chair;
We find �tis Ethel Black.
She�s earned a name that�s known to fame,
With naught to loose and gain,
Since friends she does not lack.

Louise, your name may Condon be
But just the same you know we see
Your plans that shine so bright.
You�ll keep the ledger notes just so
At office where you daily go
To work from morn till night.

Although she�d like to write in verse,
It seems she must this hope disperse
And put it out of sight.
Just now she�s learning how to cook,
And we all smil�d with knowing look�
Fern�s name will be soon be (W)right.

Ere long we hear the children sing:
�We love our teacher, Bessie King,
We love our teacher so.�
How happy is the lot of one,
When children�s friendship she hath won.
She never makes a foe.

When Arthur Miller first we see,
We hardly know what he will be;
He hath such talents shown.
But it�s all true that one may hear,
He�ll be a famous engineer
Upon the briny foam.

While looking out on life�s great plain,
We see a happy smiling dame;
�Tis Elgie Thomas, tall.
She�s teaching school just o�er the way,
Where patrons look at her and say,
She�s won the heart of all.�

She�s just as still as she can be
And always has her work �sqee gee,��
Yes, Geraldine�s her name.
We�ll hear of her at college soon,
Where she will bring to light, from gloom,

Great things to give her fame.
Now Edna Bitters seems to think
That it is wrong to put in ink
What she intends to do.
But if the truth were only known
We do believe that �twould be shown
She�s undecided too.

We know they�re twins and must expect
That they�re alike in some respect,
As we are fully shown.
Miss Edith Bitters, like her �sis,�
Is undecided, so we miss
Her fortune in this poem.

Thus does the life of each appear,
As we do write these verses here
For all who wish to read.
Now if there be some great mistake,
Or woeful blunder, -- vengeful Fate,
Accuse us not the deed.

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H. Dean Newcomb, �10