The Prophecy of the Class of 1915
T WAS the spring of 2015, Spring, that is, on Earth. I had grown very tired of playing with the new "angels," and times in Paradise had been so uneventful during the last twenty-five years. True, many K. S. U. habitues had joined the ranks of the immortal, but unfortunately, most of them had gone to a clime less balmy, and a place more interesting! Had I not been a bona fide angel with halo, harp, wings, and regulation "driven snow" drapery, I would have been tempted to wish I was in the crowd below  or, at least, on the good, old, bad, old earth once more!
But instead of following the inclination of my wicked nature, which pointed to the dazzling footlights and naughtily whispered, "This is the life!" I had eked out a meager existence teaching the Freshmen of Kentucky State University the difference between narration and exposition, and that one does not spell "professor" with two "f's."
And so here I was, this spring day that, ST. FRANK KENNEDY, just returning from blessing the Y. M. C. A.'s of all state institutions, told me it was so lovely on earth. I gathered up my robes, and, giving my harp to R. E. L. MURPHY, former "attorney-at-law, Fayette County bar," who had now a place in the Garden as the founder of the Prohibition Association at "State," to polish up for me, after an argument over the becomingness of his green robe, I determined to pay a visit to the little globe, and see what mortals had to say on the demise of the old guard of State, who had quitted the ranks in 1915.
Just before reaching one of the most interesting looking cemeteries, I had discerned on the smoke-filled earth, I met my friend of the brilliant hair, KENNETH DORIS, who had made such pithy paragraphs on earth, that one day, an equally bright-headed human being had shot him in cold blood for some  oh, faintly suggestive  remark about his character!
Friend Doris informed me that His Majesty of the Everlasting Furnace had allowed him to come up to earth for a "breath of air," as a reward for making His Majesty laugh for the first time in fifty-seven years!
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