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Prophecy It was a beautiful summer afternoon in the month of July, 1920, when I, Miriam Miller, strolled out into the garden to read. Since my graduation from W. M. C. in 1910, I had spent several years at my favorite pastime, gymna- sium work, in a fashionable boarding school for girls. Whether or 1I0t my students profited by my strenuous efforts along this line I know not, but I am quite sure that I enjoyed the work immensely, for in "ye olden days" at W.M.C. I liked nothing better than to go into the" gym" and coach basketball teams. Even though school had been closed for several months, my interest in my work had not waned, and this warm afternoon I had chosen the coolest spot in the garden, where undisturbed I might peruse the latest work on girls' athletics. Seated in a comfortable rustic chair, I opened my book,but, strange to say, its contents failed to interest me, and before long I found my eyes centered on a 61