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The Crystal Ball of the Class 'M alone with the crystal ball before me. They tell me that the crystal ball can reveal a great many things to human eyes. I do not believe-what is happening to me? I feel so queer. I am actually trembling because I see a tiny mist taking shape between the crystal ball and me. It speaks! "I have the power to bring before your eyes that which you long most to see; that for which you would lay down your very life. I know you well, my friend, I have been with you for many years and I know the longing in your heart, I am the spirit of '24. I go with you always and I have guided you here that you might gaze into my CRYSTAL BALL, in which the lives of the class of '24 are revealed. I know that you have yearned since graduation for your classmates and whiled many an hour away wondering what each was doing. Because you have wished sincerely I grant your wish. Gaze, gaze intently into the Crystal Ball of '24." I see Elizabeth Ward, now Mrs. , entertaining the Woman's Club at her home and old Ward is making a speech on "The Conservation of Foods." There is an automobile driving up to the house. Who is that getting out and going in? Dear me, it is Louise Linthicum, traveling for the University of Michigan to interest people in a correspondence course 11 as a means of keeping up one's education. The Salvation. Army is passing by With Messler leading "square head" high. He gives command to halt, and out of their midst Steps Richmond and preaches good to the lists. There, away back from the road is a pretty little house. I can see it better now. There are two familiar figures sitting in the porch swing: They are Maggie and Warren correcting test papers! Isn't it wonderful that they can teach in the same town and have a house all their own? What a huge factory. Surely it is the seat of a large and prosperous business. There are Jack Wright and Spedden standing in the main en- trance. Above the entrance is printed in large letters-"Wright and Co. -Chewing Gum Manufacturers." One Hundred and Five