Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

Text from Pages 1 - 128 of the 1911 volume:

SPECIAL. SHORTHAND Isaac Pitman Ben Pitman Graham Gregg Sloan-Duployan Spencerian-Chartier TYPEWRITING—Touch Method BOOKKEEPING MECHANICAL DRAWING ENGLISH BRANCHES COURSE SUMMER RATE $35.00 COMPLETE LIFE SCHOLARSHIP WESTBROOK BUSINESS COLLEGE R. E. WESTBROOK, Principal BOTH PHONES 817 447 HOOD BUILDING BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA. ______________!___________A__ I DoSrine Let Oster’s Feather Your Nest Oster Bros. Furniture Co. Successor to .Stowers [Furniture Company, 2020-2022 Third Avenue Your Credit is Good at Osters We handle the, highest quality of everything in the paint line from a keg of lead to a bottle of glue. A1J ord ers promptly handled. The Johnston Co. Paints, Oils. Varnishes Clark Bldg. Per S. J, Johnston Jr. TALK WITH ALAN JEMISON BELL (main) 100 PEOPLES (bham) 61 Clarke Bros. 309-311 N. 20th St. Ginger Ale Grape Juice FINEST QUALITY Hugh Seales BIRMINGHAM FLORIST Refresking Stimulating Satisfying Plants and Cut Flowers for all Occasions, made up in any style on short notice. City Hall. 317 North Nineteenth St., Both Phones 686. Thea-N ectar FOR ...ICED TEA... Visitors Always W elcome. Greenhouses, Schi 11 inker’s Station, Powderlv N. Bessemer Lines. Bell Phone, W est End 411. • THE GREAT ATLANTIC PACIFIC TEA CO. 1919 SECOND AVE. ONE OF THE BOYS SAID He didn’t know that we sold Men’s and Boy’s Furnishings 1 Ferd Marx STORE CHEAPER THAN ANY STORE IN TOWN— BUT WE DO! Millinery Ready to-W ear. Dress Fabrics and accessories—giving al- Loveman Joseph Loeb ways best value for the price you pay and striving always to maintain the sort of service that satisfies. THE EMBODIMENT OF Tone and Refinement FEATURING EXCELLENT MOTION PICTURES OF THE MOST INTERESTING CHARACTER And Splendid Music by Orchestra F.W. Bromberg Jeweler and Ofit ician Complete Line of SPRING JEWELRY AND NOVELTIES. 3d Ave. and 20th St. Men's Oxfords All Leather $2 45. $2.95 $3.45 The Largest Stock in the South to lelect from Guarantee Shoe Company 1905 Third Ave. New Shoes for summer AT LOW PRICES Ladies Pumps All Leathers $1.95, $2.45 $3.95 Trade m Bi WITH “THE BIG ALABAMA HOUSE SCHOOL INVITATIONS and Visiting Cards, ets.. a specialty. We have the only com plete plant in the state for serving you in these matters, and will give vour order careful attention. THE NAME of ROBERTS SON imprinted on the envelope stands for ‘‘QUALITY” in engraved goods. MONOGRAM EMBOSSED Stationery for business and personal use a Specialty. ROBERTS SON INCORPORATED R. W. EWING, President “THE BIG ALABAMA HOUSE.” Society Stationers, Engravers. Printers and Lithographers. 1812 (Bet. 18th and 19th) Third Ave. rmingham Established 1885 tLbe Jefferson Conn tv Savings Bank BIRMINGHAM, ALA. CAPITAL SURPLUS and PROF ITS OYER $300,000.00 Does a General Banking Business. Four per cent on Savings Begin Your Business Cares by Starting an Account with the Oldest Savings Bank In Alabama. Christian F. Enslen. Chairman of Board. Eugene F. Enslen. President Chas. E. Thomas. V-President E. K. Campbell, Attorney Wm. C. Stcrrctt, Cashier Wm. D. Enslen. Asst. Cashier. West Jfltrror PUBLISHED BY THE BIRMINGHAM HIGH SCHOOL Hfune, 1911 contents: Frontispiece 6 Editorials 7 “The Persian Fluid” 9 “Ideals 11 The Call to the Open 12 “Surprises 13 Burled Gold 14 Ole Marse John's Spook” 17 The Bachelor Girls' Camp 18 Night” 21 “Across the Tombigbee on a Ferry 22 Angels In Disguise 23 A Heroic Act” 25 ' The True Character of Hamlet''’ 26 Joy” 27 “Wanted—A Name 28 The Music of the Spheres 29 Going Fishing • 30 The Spirit of the Violin 31 In the Regions of Pluto 32 How the Game Laws Were Enforced 33 Around Tokio In a Jinrlgisha 34 Storiettes 36 Temptation 36 As the Clock Saw It . •. 36 Caught in the Act 37 A String of Coral 38 Clubs 40 Alumni-ae Notes 43 Athletics 46 Social 56 Excharges 58 Jokes 62 High School Reflections 64 The Process of Evolution” 67 Senior Department 68 Class History 92 Statistics 94 Essay: Nature: the Medium of Divine Love 96 Prophecy 98 Poem: Youth and the Sphinx” 101 President's Address. Let Us Strike a Higher Strain 103 A Last Word 105 Conclusions After Four Years of Com radeship 107 ’ PUBLISH HI) UV THE LITERARY SOH-ETIKS OF THE INK M I N G II A M II I G II SCHOOL. THE MIRROR PRICE FIFTEEN CENTS HOARD OF Editokn-in-OhiIkp Mary E. Forbes Anita Wai.diioust Fiction Leon Israel Eugenia Blount Flora Spahro%v Francks Williams Liter a it v r it h y iibaton Lloyd Bowers Curtis King Clubs Grace Geohf.gan EDITORS Social Sal lie Evens Fannie Evans Athletics Lee pok Exchange Ralph Riddle Wit and Humor . Reuben Lewis Business Dkpartment James a. Moore Walter Orcutt Cartoonists William Beddow Cecil Sims EDITORIAL Real summer lias conic at last because vacation has arrived. Xo maiter how hot it may be it is not summer as long as we have to trudge day after day to school. To us summer means rest and recreation. On all sides is heard the joyful refrain, School is out- Summer has come. Everybody is glad to cease the routine of study and work, to enjoy the outdoors without feeling pangs of conscience, and to indulge in plain laziness. 'The school year of 1910-11 has drawn happily to a close, bequeathing us the pleasantest of recollections. It lias been a very successful year for most of us. and leaves 11s all feeling good except some of the Seniors who realize that next year you Freshies, Sophs and Juniors will reassemble without them. But the Seniors reserve the privilege of coming back whenever a homesick pang overcomes them. The anticipation of vacation joys is in every heart. Even the spirit of the Mirror is looking forward to a period of rest, for in some respects he lias hail a very strenuous winter. So in hearty sympathy with hard-workers the Mirror inscribes a wish that each one may spend a most enjoyable vacation and be ready next fall to be gin again with renewed energy and vigor. 'flic people of Birmingham have for the past week enjoyed one of the rarest opportunities of a lifetime, in the delightful lectures of Mr. Edward Howard Griggs. Mr. Griggs’ afternoon talks were on the Poetry and Philosophy of Browning. Besides giving 11s lovely interpretations of Browning's characters, he gave a deep insight into Browning’s own beautiful soul. Mr. Griggs portrays in the choicest language what the painter does with brush and oil. We feel as though we had traveled with him through the galleries of Raphael and Andrea del Sarto. t’n-dcr his touch these two characters become living men. and our deepest sympathy goes out to Andrea in his sadness and failure. In his talks on “The Ring and the Rook”, he showed us Browning’s beautiful portrayals of womanhood in the noble character of Fompilia. and of the highest type of manhood as expressed in Caponsacchi. Mr. Griggs’ evening series were on the Ethical Factors in Social Progress. In a most wonderful and convincing manner he unfolded some of life’s deepest truths- One mav sav we already had the ideas which he so clearly defined. True, but t « use one of his own phrases, “Our thoughts do us no good if they are locked in the bottom of our hearts and never expressed.’’ W e almost forget they are there until he expresses them for us. We are indeed grateful to Mr. Griggs for the pleasure and inspiration he has given us. and his lessons will not soon be forgotten. Me expects to return next year and give a course of lectures on Tennyson and Shakespeare. These will be especially enioved bv the High School students. ' E. W. The Mirror is polished bright and clean for the last reflection of this school year. For the most part this has been a very pleasant season for the reflection, though at times it seemed as if the quick-silver” of brain and money that make possible its reflecting capacity. would be worn off. But the old glass is still ready to reflect many more happv davs for the pupils of the. R. II. S. The Mirror board wishes to express their thanks and appreciation of the hearty support of the student body. • They have never once let it fall. If they had. no doubt, it would have been broken to pieces, and we all know what happens when one breaks a Mirror.— seven years of bad luck must follow. But that has not happened and if the pupils support it hereafter as they have this year, there need be no fear. The Mirror board wish also to thank the form ing committee for their successful work in ad-getting,—Miss Sal-lie Evens. Miss Irene Erwin. Miss Amy Gourlev. Mr. Abe Williams. Mr- Randolph Thornton.and Mr. Ralph Riddle. Also they thank Miss Carol Jackson, Miss Courtenay Hanson, and Miss Sal-lie Mae Wade for their great help in working up the Senior Department. The Persian Fluid April ii. 1827. I. Esculapius Egyptus. was born in Persia four thousand years ago. The readers of this narrative may be skeptical. but. be that as it may, I tell my story, which I know to be true. I have been an unwilling witness of the world’s history from time incalculable. Forty centuries have flourished, waned, and passed away,—and yet. I remain. I'our thousand times have I seen the sun shine upon a world resplendent with summer foliage, and four thousand times have I seen him wend his wav across a horizon made bleak bv •' m' winter's chill. In a little town of Persia, long since demolished by the destructive band of time. I first saw the light of day. And in my baffled rage and misery have I often cursed that fatal day! In that little town I developed into a young man, with as.bright and brilliant a future before me as the world at that time could offer. Residing in the town, was an old professor. To him I owe my presence here now: to him 1 owe these four thousand years of anguish. If it were right, I should hate him. I should pay him back ten fold for the indescribable wrong he has done me.—were it possible. 'This is the story: I was a pupil un- der the old man. With me was associated daily, his daughter. Charmed by her beauty, her modesty, and her pure character. I fell deeply in love with her- Xovv the professor was not unaware of my devotion to his daughter. nor was he ignorant of the fact that she loved me. The old man’s life was wrapped up in her. and when he perceived that I had won her affections. lie planned a revenge, that for cruelty and cold-blooded retentlessness has never been equalled. All unconscious. I permitted him to perpetrate a revenge that lias been in existence from that time, and may exist forever: that was wreaked not alone upon me. but upon bis daughter. For many days lie concealed himself in his laboratory : and for many days, neither his daughter nor 1 caught more than a glimpse of him. When lie was near enough for us to question him. he would curtly reply to our queries, that he was engaged in a very important experiment, and must not be disturbed. To make a long story short, “ne longum sit. one night while I was in niv room asleep, lie stole in and innoc-ulatcd me with a spirit of everlasting life- Then with a fiendish desire to make his work complete, he instilled into his daughter’s veins, a fluid that instantly hypnotized her. I was helpless, for the chemical in my veins was of such a nature that if brought in contact with her. it would cause her instant death, and I would have been compelled to exist for eternity in torture. This the old man informed me. The shock was complete. Tenderly 1 had her body borne away, and it is now concealed where I may visit it. mav feast my eves upon it—but not touch it. Only her father knew the secret of the chemicals. ()nly lie knew how to release 11s from the spell. But he was immovable, and a few months after his crime lie passed away. On his death bed be informed me that there was in existence a fluid that would release us from the spell, and in twenty-four hours mean our death. 1 low often have I longed for that death! ()nly lie knew the secret, and it passed away with him. There were in existence only a few drops of the mystic fluid, but enough to free 11s. I know the fluid exists—it is imperishable—but I am helpless. For all my thousands of years I have searched for it but find it I cannot. Still all these years I have had an awtul suspicion. Could it be on her body? It was contrary to our religion to conceal anything on the body of the dead. et as the years pass and my search grows more and more hopeless, I am almost convinced that it is on her body. I have adopted every means possible to free me from my spell. I have taken every chemical known to modern science. but in opposition to a power that seems omnipotent, it has been power-dess. I have endeavored to starve myself. but I find that I can exist as well without food as with it. I have attempted to drive myself to death by the pangs of thirst, but that all-powerful fluid keeps my body so that I know no thirst. I have attempted to exhaust the power of the liquid by never sleeping, but the result is nothing- Eor instance. I have not slept for sixty years! In that time men have been born, have matured, aged, and passed away. Oh! good people, pity me! A man who should have died and been forgotten four thousand years ago—but who lives; a man who has observed the rise and fall of nations: who has seen the Roman empire rise, flourish anti pass away, headed by the city designated as “Eternal ; and lias seen before it historic Athens. Sparta. Macedonia and Thebes, perish into the dust. A man-only a man—one of millions, yea of billions. who though nations have died, has lived on, and on, and on! But I must cease, and continue my efforts to secure the precious fluid of death. How strange must mv search for death seem to you of modern times! T will search though I fear it is in vain. I will search, if necessary, till the world dies, and until it is broken into innumerable fragments. And when I think of that inevitable end that must come to the world, frequcntlv in mv tortured brain rises the question. Will I still live on? September ?8. 1901. Eureka ! I have it at l st! It is concealed upon her body. ;V vision lias come to me and disclosed tile whereabouts of the precious fluid. Xo one can share with me the joy that more than four thousand years of awful waiting lias finally realized. No one can comprehend to what heights my happiness extends. I'our thousand years of endeavor, four thousand years of gloom, four thousand years of sorrow, of miserv. of unspeakable anguish, will be ended tomorrow. And I have found a friend, a professor from a great American college, who will assist me, and secure for me the precious fluid. Tomorrow, for me. the sun will rise again. Tomorrow my love and I. will be reunited after centuries of awful separation yet awful companionship. Once more 1 will fold her in my arms. Oh, fair vision ! ( li! heavenly reward. Oh, glorious recompense for ages of pain! Oh. rapturous vision of a glorious tomorrow, that will have 110 end! For twenty-four hours T will enjoy the sweet bliss of her company here on earth, and then we will depart to take our places in that Heaven, where there is no separation. The following is the professor’s narrative of the wonderful happenings and event lie experienced while in company with the Persian. The story is signed by the professor, and is certified to he an actual account of his experiences. 1. lames Eudwell, do hereby testify that the narrative which follows is an actual account of experiences, undergone bv me while in company with the Persian, Esculapius Egyptus: We rose early on the morning of September 29. 1901. and departed for the cave, in which the Persian said the body was concealed. I confess, that from the beginning I was skeptical, concerning the truth of his story. I suspected that the old man was insane, and only agreed to accompany him to satisfy a whim. I expected, however, that I would find a mummy, or an image of a human body to which the poor man offered the obeisance and worship of a perverted brain. And it was in hopes that whatever discovery I should make would he beneficial to science, that I allowed myself to go. After a short journey we entered a cavern. It was dimly lighted and adorned with a few Persian ornaments. In the center, upon a large, natural table of 10 stone, and couched upon pillows and draperies of magnificent beauty, lay a figure. It was covered by a large cloth. Tremblingly the Persian seized the edge, and cautiously drew it from the body. I observed that he was very careful not to touch the figure. I advanced, prepared to look upon the face of a mummy blackened with r.gc. and creased and drawn from the ineffaceable marks of time. But what I saw was the fairest vision that mortal imagination could portray! Oh, the beauty of that face, perfect in every detail! And the slender figure, exquisite creation of the gods! A Venus, an Aphrodite! ‘Where is the stuff concealed?' 1 asked the man. He told me. It was in a little locket on her breast. For him to have touched it would have meant instant death. With careful fingers 1 secured the locket. Upon opening it. I found a small vial, in which there was a pink liquid. I glanced at the Persian. His face was working convulsively, and his fingers twitched as if in pain. ‘Give trie haW.’ lie said. I did so. and forced the remainder between the pearly teeth of the vision on the couch. I turned to leave the room, but as I left. I heard the voice of the Persian. ‘Awake! awake! oh. my darling, awake and come to me!' And as 1 gently turned to close' the door, I saw the beauty rise, and heard in soft, tender accents the voice of the queen upon the couch. ‘I wake, oh my Esculapius. I wake!' ” Orville Coston. 13 IDEALS To those fair dreams that stir thy depths. O soul, be true. Nor let the shadows of a sordid world disturb Thy peace. But with a firm and steadfast faith in God And man. uplift thine eyes unto the skies' clear blue; Then shall the wondrous works of Nature soothe thv heart And weary mind. And when again thou goest forth I nto thy daily toil, the heavy burden will No longer drag thy spirit into depths of dark Despair; but with a calm and peaceful joy thou shalt Approach thy task. Sustained and calm, thy soul will long For nobler things, nor with its humble lot will be Content. A pure desire for all that noblest is Shall fill thy heart: with strong and fearless aim shalt thou Aspire to lofty heights: and once the mountain top Attained, thou must not rest beside the stony path: A glimpse of heaven's glory greets thy longing eye. And when the journey’s end is near. thy weary feet Shall stumble on. till Heav‘11 itself be found and won. (irace Geohegan. 11. 11 The Call to the Open It was a spirit of adventure, perhaps the “Wanderlust. that urged me to get up so early and take a walk in the gray morning. I dressrd quickly, all the while a gay little tune sounding in mv ear and echoing in my heart. When I was readv to go. I called my dog. Wolf, for it is comforting to have a companion when the world is so mysterious and gray. 1 walked briskly up the hill and Wolf trotted ahead, or dragged behind as it pleased his canine fancy. Occasionally lit- would stop and stare in alarm at a dry. brown leaf, trailing noisily along the pavement. When I called he would give one short parting bark at the leaf, and then run obediently to me. When we finally reached the top of the hill where the street ends. I paused breathing heavily. Before me the ground sloped gently from all sides, forming a cup-shaped hollow, thickly grown with blackberry bushes, bearing a few discolored leaves. Although it was quite light everywhere, this hollow seemed to have drawn all of the grayness of the morning into its embrace. But Nature always has some means of alleviating her sternness; simetimes it is one bright dower on a rocky hillside ; here it was the wonderful color of tlie leaves. The hickory trees were bright yellow against the sombre background : the oaks added glistening golden-brown. and near the path was a sweet-gum tree dressed in brilliant red- The only sound to break the complete stillness. was the harsh voice of a cat - a bird who quarreled fiercely, when Wolf came too near. I'or a few moments I stood motionless, breathing deeplj of the leaf-scented air, and watching the leaves noiselessly detach themselves, and slowly float downward. There was a beautiful grace and serenity in their movements that fascinated me. Finally I called Wolf and we set out again, walking East. It was nearly six o'clock, and we met some laborers on their way to work. Some of them were old men with stony faces and rounded shoulders; others were middle-aged. prosperous-looking and carried bright dinner pails: and many were young men. ()ne 1 remember had a remarkably pleasing open countenance that held a suggestion of great power behind it. I've seen him often since, coming from work, his face grimed with toil, yet still having that expression of latent power. From the next corner there was a good view of town and I paused again. The sun had just pushed himself through the dark clouds and was smiling with quite an air of triumph. Far away the rounded hills appeared dark gray, and against them the town was just one shade lighter. The outlines of the buildings were vague and indistinct. Here and there a church steeple stood out sharply from the other works of man. I gazed at the scene a few minutes, then started homeward, the “W anderlust for the time, quite satisfied. Sara S. Sewelovitz, ’n. I 2 Surprises Mildred leisurely sat down in the Pullman of the New York Limited, calmly removed her hat and gloves and opened her suit case to take from it one of the latest novels and a box of candy. Everything was ready for her to enjoy the trip all by herself. Hut she thought she would stroll back to get a drink and see if anv one she knew was in the car. As she departed for the cooler, she sent a wistful glance toward a winning youth with dreamy brown eyes, broad shoulders, and good looking clothes, who had been watching her. He, for his part, was musing. “How in this world am I to meet her? Ye are both alone and it would be fine to have a chat.” Quick as a flash, he jumped to her quarters to see if he could find her name anywhere on her belongings. It was of no avail, for Mildred was returning. He. went back to his scat with an expression of guileless innocence on his face. For a while. Mildred read studiously until the voice of the conductor disturbed her. 'I’ickets, please. Certainly. in a minute. It was a long minute, for she ransacked her suit case, purse, and vanity box several times. “Oh! what shall I do? I had it in mv hand a minute ago.” she cried in dismay. All that I can say is that you'll have to pay your fare.” said the master of the situation. Mildred’s excited glance traveled over the car and seemed to rest a moment on the young man with brown eyes. “But I haven’t the money. Can’t you wait till— The young man across the aisle leaned over. “Pardon me. but 1 don’t like to see the young lady annoyed. If she will permit me, I will lend her a ticket. I purchased one to New York for my sister, and at the last minute she was unable to go. No. no. 1 couldn’t—but then. I guess I might, as Father can repay you. And you can’t use it. can you?” I'he conductor passed on and things were again quiet. Mildred lay back in her chair, smiling mischievously, then, yielding to a sudden impulse, she leaned over and said. “Are you fond of candy ?” Extremely so. replied the young man. “1 was a perfect beast. 1 forgot to thank you for the service you rendered-W hat would I have done! “Well, please don’t worry in the least about that. It was very little to do. You know I go to Washington Seminary and I have been anticipating these two weeks of social life. I am to be maid-of-honor to Ruth Nelson. For months I have heard ami read nothing but descriptions of the man she is to marry, 1 think that I would know Joe Wilson, anywhere. Her companion blushed and looked out of the window. “Oh. you don’t sav so! No. I have not said so. Well. I don’t see why I didn’t know you at first. You arc just like all her descriptions. 'I'he time flew by. and all too soon, they rolled into the Grand Central station. Mildred hurriedly opened her purse, saying. 1 must give you the money for my ticket. “Oh! now don’t let that enter your mind. But it seems to me. if I remem ber right, you said you didn’t have a cent. Well. sir. you told one, too. because you said it was your sister’s ticket, and I saw vou take mine from the window sill” Mary Wagner. 11. Buried Gold Xat Sims was sleeping peacefully under the spreading branches of a gigantic oak. a species of tree very abundant on his farm. His parched but . keen, face wore a smile of content, as he sat there dreaming, no one knows what, perhaps of wheat. But at any rate the dream was sufficiently pleasant to hold him in the thralldom of sleep in spite of an aggravating fly which persisted in using Xat’s bald head as a maneuvering ground. His lanky body swayed back and forth with the regularity of a clock pendulum, his head almost striking the trunk of the tree hut always missing by the same miraculous intervention of fate. 11 is slumber was. however, broken by the loud neighing of a pair of horses attached to a wagon standing on the roadside, passing the corner of the farm. He arose, yawned, and stretched himself as lie saw his neighbor. Bill Perkins, approaching. Well.” said Perkins, have you been enjoying a little nap? A pause and then Perkins resumed. Wa-all. tain't no harm to sleep on a hot day like this. Xo it ain't,” Xat acquiesced with a yawn. Sit down and make yourself at home. The caller accepted the invitation and seated himself on the bench. Xat. he began, vour boy came round this morning and said ye wanted to see me. A cs. was the answer. Bill, 1 have something very important ter tell ye. Now before I begin. I want ye ter promise not ter tell nobody 'bout this unless I tell ye to. 1 promise. All right. Listen. Bill, there's— there’s— he arose and gazed cautiously about the place, there's gold buried on this farm.” Gold. exclaimed William Perkins, who had never come nearer to the actu ality of a gold mine than pictures of the Klondvke region. Real gold? 'A cs. real gold, and lots of it. Piles and piles of it. Is that so! Mow did you know, Xat? How d'ye find it out? Well, I'll tell you. he said, the other day while digging a ditch my pick struck something very hard. I investigated, and what ye think! I found a pot full of gold. Wa-al I declare! ‘A cs. a pot full of gold. But inside this here pot was a note, not written on paper, but on soft leather. I tried my best ter make it out but 1 couldn't-I showed the note round town, but no body could read it until I showed it ter that city feller at the hotel. He said it was Spanish and that it was written by some of them explorers who were through this country a hundred or two hundred years ago. This note said that several hundred pots of treasure were buried by some Spanish general and that the owner would return ter claim it. So 1 took the gold ter the city, and put it in the hank and sold the note to a curio shop. Wa’al, this certain’v is the beaten-est I ever heard. “Yes, it is. But now. Bill, the reason I called ye is this: 1 want to dig fer the gold, but I ain’t got the money to pay for the labor. Xow I can get labor for nothing upon condition that I give them a share of the gold. But instead of giving it ter strangers. 1 might as well give it to mv friends and neighbors. fer whom I’ve alius had the kindest regards. Oh—I understand. Ye want me to come and help dig fer the gold. “That’s it exactly! But I want not only you. but all my neighbors. Man. I want ver ter go 'round, tell- ing friends about this, but don't ye dare tell a stranger. Well. I reckon I’ve got more sense then ter do sech a thing as that! ejaculated Perkins, a little wounded by the reflection on his ability to keep his mouth shut. “I want ye to tell them about it and ask them ter come round tomorrow night about twelve o'clock with pick and shovel.” Well, ye see we couldn’t afford to dig in day time fer that would be liable to rouse suspicions.” Ye’re right. Now I’m goin’ immediately and tell them what you said. iood-byc.” “Good-bye,” ami the men gave each other a hearty handshake. “We’ll be here tomorrow night. shouted Perkins waving his hand from the wagon- “Good-bye. Prother Perkins.” shouted Sims, and then took his place on the bench, yawned and stretched himself, again offering an invitation to the pesky flv to resume his operations. ()n the night of the following day at the specified hour a person passing through that section of the country might have seen men carrying picks and shovels, cautiously creeping through the woods and along the paths leading to the farm of Nat Sims, the great philanthropist, who so kindly bestowed the benefits of his new-found fortune on his brethren and neighbors. (hie by one these treasure seekers entered the gate, knocked upon the door ami in each case they were greeted by the smiling face of Nat. The en tire assembly made themselves comfortable in the parlor and their com er sat ion gave full vent to their eager anticipation. while they were served with apples and cider. “My friends,” said Sims in the midst of the heated conversation, 1 am glad ye have come and know that ye will be well rewarded. Now let’s go to work, friends, and let’s be very quiet so that if any one passes on the road we won’t attract his attention. Yes, better be quiet. reiterated Perkins. Do we need a light? asked one of the gold seekers. No. we better work in the dark. came the reply from Perkins. Quickly the assembly filed out and passed into a sloping piece of ground that la back of the house. Where's the best place to begin?” asked Perkins in behalf of his companions. Now I tell ye. replied Sims. I his pot was found in the middle of the field. Now the best thing ye can do. is ter dig from the four sides to the center and then we ll be sure not ter miss anything. Sims arranged the diggers with the skill of a general and gave the order to commence. Every man on the ground began to work with all the energy and vim he was capable of. There were no passing remarks and rhyming songs, but from the first moment to the last there was only the heavy thud of the pick and the scratching of the shovel. This work continued until the first faint sign of dawn appeared on the horizon. However, there was no disappointment. for no one expected to be so lucky as to find the hidden treasure at the first search. The second night passed as the first, but on the failure of the third search to reveal anything more valuable than rock and red clay, some of the neighbors began to grumble. Mv friends. said Sims. ’ I know that it is hard to work three nights thout finding anything, but there ain’t no doubt 'bout gold being buried here. Nobody says there ain’t, responded Perkins. her that reason. he continued. “I think we better get some more help.” Put then there’d be less gold. Perkins observed. 1 know, but if we can get a half a dozen niggers to help, their pay won't ’mount ter much. That’s right. exclaimed one of the neighbors- Well now. all I ask is that each one of ye bring round with ye tomorrow a nigger, the best on yer farm, but make him promise ter keep it quiet.” All agreed and departed with re newed hope. The following night the crowd was augmented by several lusty negroes, eager for work. A little time elapsed when the silence of the night was broken by the voice of Tamer Jones. ‘Water ’ he cried, “and still no gold ! “Joe, did you see dat? whispered Uncle Dan at the same moment. “What?” asked Jim, another of the. darkies. “Dat!” said the black man, pointing toward the cluster of trees at the edge of the farm. “Lawdv! Lawly! Save me! Help! shouted Jim, throwing down his spade. With the speed of a prairie tire the cry was taken up by the other negroes who almost stampeded the white men. The latter turned toward the forest and beheld three white figures with the heads of cows and glaring eyes, crawling straight towards them. Reason left them as well. All was confusion and the sole ambition of each seemed to he to get away from the haunted farm as soon as possible- The next morning the story of the ghosts was the topic of discussion among the people of the surrounding country. Some scoffed while others believed, but Perkins determined to investigate the matter for his own satisfaction. This was the cause of his presence on the veranda of the farm house from which he had so ignobly run the night before. “Ciood morning. said an old gentle- man with a cheerful voice as he answered the knock on the door. “Good morning,” replied Perkins. “Is Mr. Sims in? “Mr. Sims! repeated the stranger. “Oh, are you Mr. Perkins? “Yes, sit , that’s who I am. said Perkins smiling. “Well then, here’s a letter for you. Mr. Sims asked me to deliver it to you.” Perkins took the envelope and whistling a merry tune, opened it. “Well! I be --------he exclaimed. dropped the letter and walked away with bowed head. As Perkins disappeared behind a curve in the mad. the old gentleman picked up the sheet of paper and read: “My dear friend Perkins: I want to thank you and all my neighbors for your kind assistance in digging my pond. Mr. Harrison, the gentleman from the city, who gives you this letter, did not want to buy the farm unless it had a pond. So T just decided that I better dig one: but as labor is kinder high. 1 thought I might get my friends to do the work. The ghosts? Well, they were Jim Carter and Harry White. I ’m going to Montana and hope that if you ever happen to be around that country that you will look for me- Your old friend. Nat Sims.” Ben S. Gross. ’ 11. Ole Marse John’s Spook “W’ellum, ef vo’ is jes‘ gwiner lib in dal house anahow, all right, hut I'se gwiner tell vo' bout tie carryinons de’s had dcre fcr de las' two yeahs. Ole Marse been dade two yeahs las’ November. an'when he died I jes knowed sumpin wer' gwiner happen ca'se he died on er Friday, Fr long erbout dark dat ebenin' I beared er screech-owl holler an to’ I could git dc poker in de fine he wer' dead. Arter Ole Marse died Ole Miss low I gotter come up an' sleep in de big house fcr company. I done hab some moighty |uare feelins' ’bout sleepin’ in dat house, but didn say mullin', ca'se 1 knowed Ole Miss ud jes laugh an say ‘go way frum lieah wi l vo' foolishness. Huldah. “Wellum, when Ole Marse done been dade nearbout er yeah an’ I ain't seen nothin' ob de spook 1 'low he ain't got none. But when de night conic when he done been dead a yeah hit sho’ wer col' an’ dark an’ rainin' outside. I jes couldn't go ter sleep dat night ter tryin’ ter fergit what wer’ on my mine. Vel-luni. 1 reckins 1 wer' speckin' sumpin ter happen ca’se when 1 beared er big commotion out on de fron' po’ch hit didn’ s’prise me er bit. Hit sounded jes lak somebody wer’ draggin’ er great long chain ovah de po’ch. 1 wer hopin' he coulden git in ca’se I been moighty kcerful ter lock dat fron’ doo’ an' put de key undali de mat. But dat ole spook open de doo’ an' come right on down de hall still draggin' de chains. How did he look? Miss, 1 didn keer how he look jes so he didn tech me. But as fer as I kin rekermember he wer tall an’ white wid erbout er mile er chain. lie jes' kep' right on down dc hall an' up de stairs. Arter he done staid up dere so pow'ful long time he come back down, went out de fron' doo’ an slict an’ locked hit: yes. maam, he sho’ did, ca’se I beared 'im lock hit. “When T tole Ole Miss erbout hit she say 1 wer jes’ dreamin’. Anahow we ain’ beared mullin' ob dat ole spook till de same night ob de nex’ yeah. I made Ole Miss set up wid me. I wer near-erbaut ’sleep when 1 beared 'im make er noise jes' lak he did befoh! Ole Miss wanted ter go see wliut 'twas. but I wouldn’t let her, ca’se I ivus scade ter stay by myse’f wid dat ole spook eround. When he see we was settin’ up fer him wid er lamp he rattle he chains an’ leave. Ole Miss say er long time arter dat dat hit wer some ob deni boys, but I knows bettah. No, Ma-am. vo' don’ ketch me eround dere. 1 done low when Ole Miss died 1 wer gwiner stay way frum dere, an' I sho’ is ” Malcolm McArver. 13. The Bachelor Girls’ Camp Now for ibe simple life! Two solid weeks of rest and comfort! cried Maud jumping down from tile wagon seat. “Oh, won’t it he glorious! chatted Marion. “To think of the peace of mind! No trial balances to worry— “Nothing to think about but nature, not a single person to mar the land scape. interrupted Mabel. By this time all three had scrambled over the wheels to the ground- The fourth member of the party was a white-haired negro, who had been driv ing the mule. “Now. whar is all them things goin.’ ma'am. lie nodded toward the rear of tlie wagon which was full to overflowing. And ’specially, ma’am, this here ’mi. He’s a Icetle bit oneasv, ma.am. ’ “Bring Clincher out first. Uncle Mose. commanded Maud, and forthwith there appeared the squatty figure of a determined looking bulldog. Uncle Mose warily lifted him out. “Now for the tent. continued Maud as she began pulling it out. “Uncle Mose and I’ll put it up. Mabel, while you and Marion unpack the stools and dishes. Soon all were busily engaged and only Clincher had time to observe the surroundings. Yes. it was an ideal spot for a camp. The tent itself was being set up in a little clearing which was surrounded by a forest of tall oaks. About ten yards away there was a bub-ling spring and nearby a ledge of rock, an excellent place for a kitchen. Clincher at once explored this wing of the establishment . tasted the water and pronounced it quite to his liking. W hen he returned to the sleeping apartments, everything was ship-shape. I’he tent had spread itself over nearly the whole clearing and afforded ample quarters for the three girls. Inside there were three cots, three camp stools, a big goods box in the center for the table, and another on one side which was already piled up with brushes, combs and powder boxes. “Now dosen’t it look just perfectly scrumptious? exclaimed Maud survey ing the harmonized effect from the doorway. “Only. added Mabel over her shoul der. you might pull your cot a little nearer the bureau. Marion. That’s it, and put that yellow camp stool by the table instead of the blue one. Now that gives better symmetry and harmonizes the colors. Yes, it’s perfect now. “Well look, girls, there’s no wav to hang up the mirror. moaned Marion. “I’ll never get my collar pinned straight or the powder on smooth. What will we do? And she anxiously held up an irregular piece of broken looking glass. “It ought to be just so high. I know. cried Mable, “W e’ll take turn about holding it up for each other to dress by. “Well, what’s the use of it anyhow?” said Maud. “Who cares it our hair is in puffs and there’s not any man around to see if we even have on collars and powder. Uncle Mose. those arc the groceries, aren’t they? Well, just put the box over there, and put the dishes and pans right by it. That’s everything, you say? Now let me see, today’s Monday. Well, come next Monday and bring us some fresh bread and some cake. Don’t forget that two-pound box of chocolates. Uncle Mose,” came from Marion, who was still trying to arrange the mirror. “And don’t forget to ask Mrs. Brown to send my tube of sepia and my new brush that I left. added Mable. Yes’m,” said Uncle Mose, “I ’members an’ I’ll be hyar nex’ Monday. 18 The old man climbed up on the driver's seat, clucked t«� his mule and slowly wound his way out of the woods. The three twirls stood in front of the tent watching him disappear, and the responsibilities of Clincher, the protector. began. ‘‘Good-bye. I’ncle Mosc. good-bye to the world!” said Maud gaily- “No more stupid little children to upset my nerves, no more cross, exacting business men to distract Marion, no more sordid humanity to disgust Mable. We'll d just as we please. I'm going to be as silly and carefree as possible. Marion, you are to read all the novels and make all the jabots you like. And Mable is to just drink in the beauties of nature.” “Say. I'm hungry. Do you know, it is five o'clock! exclaimed Marion, clos ing her book and stretching out full length on the moss. Mable did not re ply for a second. She was sketching the vista of oaks before her and finished her line before speaking. “Well. I guess it is time to eat supper. 1 wonder where Maud is. Let's go to the tent, maybe she's there. As they neared the clearing a most horrible odor was wafted to them. “What is she doing? Maud was poking the fire in her rock fireplace, and near by was a skillet smoking atrociously and emitting the fragrance of burnt beans- “Oh. girls. I’ve burnt up a whole can of beans and they're black all through, and I broke that only glass tumbler. Mable. that you insisted on bringing, and f spilled half a box of matches in the spring, and 1 don't know whether it’ll poison us or not. and Clincher has been nosing all over the rock where I set the table and I just couldn’t drive him away, and I’m so hot and tired I don’t want a bite of supper. Maud’s flushed face and plaintive voice were really pitiful. Mable and Marion set to work picking the wet matches out of the spring. It was quite late when they felt sure that it was clean but they dared not drink out of it until morning. “And I’m so thirsty. sighed Maud. I know.’’ said Marion cheerfully. “Wc‘11 open a can of peas. There's lots of juice in a can and we can drink that instead. We’ve got salmon and crackers and some of Mrs. Brown’s tarts. Let’s get busy, for I’m ’most starved. The sight of something liquid and cold restored Maud's appetite and they continued to eat until darkness forced them to stop. Then loaded down with dishes they returned to the tent. “What a beautiful night.’’ whispered Maud, enraptured. “I must sketch a scene where the moon peeps through like that. It is charming. “I am going to bed. children. announced Maud, and you will do well to act likewise. “Don’t forget. Maud that you are no longer in the schoolroom, but we will obey you this time. They lit the candle on the table and amid much merriment they undressed. Soon the candle was blown out and all became quiet. A quarter of an hour passed and then Marion suddenly sat up in bed- “Mable. 1 wonder where Clincher is. “I don’t know. came a sleepy reply. “Well. I don’t think he followed us up after supper and I’m going to call him. She put on her slippers and went to the door. She called and whistled but all in vain. “I give it up. she said at last. “But I’m going to fasten this flap mighty tight. “Where's the pistol, anvwav? asked Mable. “I declare. laughed Marion. “I'd forgotten we had one. It’s in the box of clothes. I'll get it. A few minutes later she crawled upon her cot, fearfully clutching the little weapon. “Did you ever shoot a pistol. Marion? asked Mable. “No. did you? “No. I couldn’t hit a house. I don’t know how to aim the thing even. “We'll have to wake up Maud. then. I guess she can work it.” But to wake Maud was a difficult task and more than they bargained for. “What good would it do after all. she sleeps so soundly that she’d never hear anything even if a burglar came into the tent ” “Well.” said Marion resignedly, “if I must. I'll keep it under my bed, but I won't have it under the pillow. That's too close to my head. Good night. Another fifteen minutes passed. “Marion,” whispered Mable cautiously, “Don’t you hear something hit ting against the canvas? Listen! Marion was awake in an instant. Yes. there was a peculiar Happing against the tent and a slight thud at short intervals. Both listened, breathless. “Maybe it’s Clincher at the door. suggested Marion. Nonsense. Marion. It’s half way the height of the tent.” They listened again for a few minutes. “Do you suppose------’’ “Ugh-h-h, screamed Maud. What was that? Something woke me up. Something touched my face. It crawled all over me and—O-o-o h! It’s caught in my hair. She gave the mysterious thing a jerk which freed it from the golden meshes. “It was a bat. she shrieked. “A horrible bat is in the tent-” Upon this startling announcement all three dived under the cover. Not a single face, hair, or arms was visible. But the bat continued his journey around the tent. Maud first ventured to litt the cover “Let's put towels over our heads and drive him out. Timidly they crawled out, lit the candle. donned their new nightcaps and armed themselves with umbrellas. A fierce struggle ensued until at last the poor little bat was banished from the tent. “Excuse me from cooking breakfast. declared Maud, the next morning. “I'll do my best at the eating of it. but I haven’t recovered from burnt beans vet. I'll gather a bouquet for the table.” “This coffee is the worst 1 ever tasted. said Mable a few minutes later. “I just can’t live without a good cup of coffee for breakfast. It upsets me entirely when I don’t have it. “Well, blame yourself, dear, laughed Marion. “Here comes Maud with her flowers. They'll be the best part of the breakfast. I guess. They seated themselves. Turk-fash-ion, around the festive board. Look there. said Mable with disgust. “There’s a horrid little toad frog in the butter.” “Don't anybody touch him. It'll make warts on your hands, said Marion hunting for a stick. “Off with you. Mr. Frog. and she gave him a little assistance. Mable enjoyed her breakfast without butter, and she was heard to remark that she would like to have one of Mrs. Brown's hot waffles--just one. Another day passed as had the first. Clincher came sneaking in at noon and remained faithful at his post. The girls had not attempted anything elaborate for supper, and so were feeling quite at peace with the world when they went to bed. It was nearly midnight when the air was rent by the dismal wail of a screech owl. Ever louder came the cry until it seemed to come right from the center tent-pole. “Isn’t it awful?” shuddered Mable. shaking the pole as hard as she dared, but without effect upon the visitor. A long silence followed and then Marion spoke. It is impossible to sleep as long as that continues. I've been awake two hours on account of it. Maud was thinking. After another silence she began slowly. I heard mv old mammy say once that if you’d turn your slipper over when a screech owl was screeching that he’d stop and go away. I’m going to try it. Sure enough after a while the sounds became fainter and finally ceased. All three breathed a sigh of relief. But the midnight visitor was the last straw on the camel’s back. A council of war was held at three A. M. I don’t care what the rest of you do, I'm going back to civilization, and I'm going to leave this morning. said Maud. “You needn’t think I intend to stay 20 a day longer ' came in a chorus from the other two. “Somebody’ll have to walk the six miles to town and tell Uncle Most to come for the things- 1 11 be glad to go, if you will just cook breakfast. continued Maud. “All right. said Marion, “and just as soon as it’s daylight let’s start packing. Still it was noon before Maud returned with Uncle Mosc and the wagon. Everything was ready for departure. “You ladies be in a mighty hurry ter git back, ma’am,” remarked the old negro as he clucked to the mule. “Yes, Uncle Mose. said Maud reminiscently. “It was a rather sudden decision, but you see we liked to eat even though we were camping. We are not simple enough for the simple life. As for myself. I’ll take a school room full of stupid children any day rather than have bats crawling through my hair. After all. there’s something more nerve-racking than book-keeping, and that is to stay awake all night listening to a screech owl. (live me an office boss in preference.” said Marion fervently. “And I’ve had enough nature for a while. added Mable. “plain, uninteresting humanity is more agreeable company for breakfast than a toad frog. Uncle Mose only chuckled and patted Clincher knowingly. Marv E. Forbes. ’ 11. NIGHT The sun sinks low. and his colors smolder and die: The shadows deepen, waver and quiet lie. Aloft in his massive belfry, the curfew tolls the knell. And the curtain of Night falls downward in answer to the bell. The evening star twinkles and beckons. afar in her misty home. And the pale moon of summer, sails in a sea of foam : The leaves about me whisper and nod like witches old. While the fairies in the roses their little wings unfold.. About me a velvety darkness holds the mystery of the Night. Above me the white clouds flit like birds in swift flight; Then from out of the deep, dark garden. where the roses shudder like ghosts. Comes a flood of sweetest melody, fit for the God of Hosts. The last note dies and flutters, the night wind laughs and sighs. The pale, sweet wraiths of evening count the minute as it flies. The leaves in their high tower mock the wind in his fight. For about and above me flutters—the mystery of the Night. Irene YValdhorst, 14. Across the Tombigbee on a Ferry The stillness of early morning was everywhere. As we drove noiselessly over the soft, white, sandy road no signs of life were visible among the thick woods on either side of us. But listen ! “What is that tremendous rushing sound in the distance?” I asked. “O. that’s the river, and we are going to cross it soon.” I was told. And in a few minutes as we rounded a sharp curve in the road, we saw ahead of us and far below a swiftly moving, swollen stream of muddy, foam-covered water wending its way in and out between high, rocky and mossy banks. As we slowly descended the steep incline it seemed as if we should be tumbled headlong into the stream. There was no bridge in view and I wondered what we should do. Just then we reached a landing and stopping the horses, the driver gave a loud whoop. A man appeared on the opposite shore, and loosening a large, flat, bridge-like boat from the banks, stepped into it and started across the river. As he approached we noted the ease and skill with which he guided the boat over the water, first up and then down stream and going diagon- ally across it all the time. W hen he reached the bank on which we were waiting, the ferry was even with the landing and he soon made it fast with stout chains which clanged loudly as they were moved. Our horses, impatient from standing, rushed rapidly on the boat. It rocked beneath the weight of the load. The ferryman loosed the chains and with a few strokes of his oar sent us into midstream. At that moment a flock of wild ducks rose from the water and flew swiftly away quacking loudly. The horses started! then reared and piling ed. The driver exerted his utmost strength to control them. The ugly waters seemed ready to swallow us up. The strain grew more intense every moment. Just when it looked as if the horses could not be controlled any longer, the ferryman with one mighty stroke, brought us to land—a second more and the boat was fast. The horses rushed forward. They reached the shore, but tired from their struggle for freedom, retarded their pace- An exclamation of jov went up from each of us as we cast a backward glance on the hungry waves. Frances Ozanne, Ti. Angels in Disguise It was a curving l it of road, dappled with cool shadows and flecked with golden light. The automobile seemed to have been wonderfully affected by - the beauty of the scene, for it stood still—as still as though it were rooted to the spot, From under the car came the only signs of man himself—a pair of well-shod feet and muffled and uncomplimentary things about an auto that always picked out the loneliest places to rest in. Just as the protesting sound of a wrench drowned the man’s voice, a collie thrust her dainty, graceful bead from the thicket fringing the road, then a horse poked out an enquiring nose, and soon both came into full view—a thoroughbred horse bearing a beautiful. warm tinted girl, and a slim brown dog—a living picture in brown. For a while they stood gazing at the ridiculous. pitiful picture before them, then the girl laughed gaily. “A. B. C.. aren’t you ashamed to ruin the view with that old buzzer of yours?” The feet wriggled wildly, and finally there emerged a very hot and dusty and surprised young man. “Patricia! Good Lord, how did you get here? I thought we had escaped each other at last.” “Well, that’s not a very cordial greeting. but 1 feel just about the same way. Why didn’t we compare notes before we ran away? How is 1222?” she a k-ed solicitously. “Sick as usual,’’ disgustedly. “Do you know where there is a garage?” “About two miles down the road there is a little town with a garage. It’s the chief industry of the place—all the motorists going from Birmingham to Montgomery pass through it—and they won’t in the least mind coming out for 1222- Let’s go now and tell them about it. “Thanks. I'm ready. How are you, My Lady? said Conroy to the dog. “My Lady and Mv Lord and 1 are all very well. What I want to know is how you happened to be here.” “It's this way.” said the young man gravely as they went slowly down the shady road. “After you left. Mother talked to me every day as if 1 had driven you awav. I told her it was of no use. that we weren’t in love with each other, and the only reason you left was because she and your mother wanted us to be. but she wouldn't see it that way. So I left. I have been through Kentucky. Tennessee and Alabama, and here 1 had to run into you.” “Don’t accuse yourself of that at least. It was I who bumped into you. T happen to be here because mv uncle. Judge Carew, lives here, and I thought it was the farthest place 1 could find. “You were right about that, but fate ordained otherwise.” There was a long pause. Finally Conroy asked. “How’s Jerry ? Patricia blushed. “I haven’t seen nor heard from Jerry since I have been here. I guess lie's forgotten 1 ever existed. Have you seen Eloise lately?” Same here. She acted awfully queer the last time I saw her. and I haven’t heard a word from her. I don’t even know where she is. But listen, you are wrong about Jerry. Last time I saw him. he was in North Alabama, fifteen miles from the railroad. The train stops at the nearest junction once a day, and then when lie’s at work. They work from “kin to kaint up there. And I rather think that he thought—” I know, and it does seem hard.—It’s queer about Eloise. She never mentioned your name last time I saw her, and just before I came here, she went to Louisville to visit an aunt of hers, old Miss Lovett. That in itself is strange, because the old lady is the hardest person to get along with I ever saw. Mere we are at the garage. Bv the way, where did you say Jerry was ?” “Coaldale. Thank you for helping me out. Patricia. I’m alwavs a hoodoo. I’m afraid.” “Don't talk so, Alan. I'm sure everything will come out all right now. I've got to go to the store now. and you had better see about bringing 1222. Come out and see me soon, any one can show you the way. I forgot to tell you Miss Lovett’s address is 1515 Broad. Bood-bye.” Dear Jerry:—This is a business letter. so please read it through. 1 was out riding today when I came across— whom do you suppose—Alan Conroy. Me is looking very blue, not a bit like the bright Alan Bridgman Conroy who was always the first letters of the alphabet. as he said. He looks more like X-Y-Z now. 1 wish Eloise Warren could see him. then perhaps she would treat him better. He told me where you were and how hard you were working. I was telling Uncle about it this evening, and he said. Patricia, if you write to young Marvin. 1 wish you would ask him to come here to sec me when he finishes that job. I have some new mines 1 want to see him about.” So you see this is a business letter. Let us know when you are through in Coal-dale. I think it will be to your ad vantage, as Uncle never does things half way. As ever your friend. Patricia Carew. Dear FJoise:—Won’t you pardon me for my long silence? I learned where you were only today. 1 was lying under 1222 in the middle of the road near here this morning when along came Patricia Carew with My Lord and My Lady. She was a blessing, as usual, because she took me to a garage and told me where you were. I fancy I gave her welcome news. too. as 1 told her of Jerry’s whereabouts. You know, my mother and Patricia's have always wanted us to unite the names and fortunes of the two families, and the only obstacle was that Pat. and I didn’t want to. Jerry got it into his head that we did, but Pat is writing to him now. as I write to you. I hope my letter will receive as warm a welcome as her’s will. . B. C.” Anita W'aldhorst. ‘11. A Heroic Act “Buddy. come tell me a storv ' pleaded mv little sister. ‘Ts so tired of rid-in' on the choo-choo. But I told her to leave me alone, for 1 had something very important to think about. She kept hogging me, however, until Mother said, “Come here. Baby, I 'll read to you. Then 1 was a little ashamed of myself, for 1 knew how tired mother was. I hated to see her look that way. So I sat there and thought how 1 should like to do something for her, to prove my devotion. Few little people have their desires realized as I did then. As I was gazing out of the window I noticed that the trees seemed to he going by faster and faster. There was a peculiar noise coming from the engine. I sat up straight to listen. 1 had been studying machinery lately, so I recognized that sound. It showed that there was no one at the throttle. I was aghast. Something must have happened to the engineer. I knew I must do something. I walked into the next car looking for the conductor but he was not there. 1 went on into the next car. and the next, and on to the baggage car. but no official was to be seen Then 1 knew that I myself must go on and run the engine or we should all be lost. I seized hold of an iron rod and began climbing over the baggage car, for theic was no door. It was the only possible way. Slowly I drew my feet up while the swiftly moving car swayed from side to side. But the dangerous part was to crawl along the ridge on top of the car. We were moving at the rate of about seventy miles per hour already and increasing every minute. I dared not look on either side, I could only creep on and on. It seemed an eternity before 1 reached the end of the car. 1 prayed that 1 might be allowed to save the passengers, especially my mother and little sister. Suddenly my foot slipped and I shot down the side of the car. But instead of falling off. as I expected. my clothes caught in a large iron hook on the side of the car. and I hung there unable to move, looking down at the flying rocks and bushes. The train was going at a terrific pace. I wondered what would happen. I knew my clothes would not hold me long and I thought that perhaps as 1 dropped 1 might cry loud enough to warn my fellow passengers. Ye were gtiing over a deep ravine, and I felt mv clothes slipping, slipping. ()ne more rip and my mangled body would 1 e lying on the rocks far below. Split! I was dropping, dropping, dropping. I gave up hope and let myself go. Crash! 1 opened my eyes and saw all the passengers gazing with smiling faces at me. I had fallen off the sea‘ into the middle of the aisle. My little sister was tugging at my sleeve “Come play with me now. Buddy. she plead ed. “Oh. I had so much rather save your life. I answered. Hugenia Blount, ii. The True Character of Hamlet With Ins wonderful power of inter preting human life. Shakespeare gave to the world in the character of I lamlet a true and eternal type of man. In him we find many of the grandest qualities of manhood. Then, too. the faults, often more glaring than the virtues, wait to strike the sympathetic vibration of a kindred string in every heart. We see at once the sad conscientious, oftentimes brilliant, son of a murdered king trying with all his concentrated power to revenge a fatner’s murder, and the self-centered, introspective scholar who is miserable because he loves no mortal better than himself. The first quality of manhood that impresses us in the character of Hamlet is his brilliant intellect, lie displays the powers of his mind oftenest in outbursts of genuine wit. For the crafty politician. Polonius. he always has a racy reply, while he never fails to baffle Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in their attempts to wring from him his secrets. Many soliloquies show the working of his mind and his depth of thought, lie speaks for all people and for all ages when he says. “Tims conscience doth make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sickbed o’er with the pale cast of thought. In this as well as in other soliloquies he goes to the very bottom of the question in his mind and then collects his thoughts and forms his plans. With a mind very thoroughly trained in the great University of Wittenberg. he could not be satisfied with those qualities which the depth and keenness of self-analvsis showed to be inherent in his nature. Next to the intellectual, the emotional side of Hamlet’s nature is most thoroughly developed. From the moment of the awakening of the “desire for revenge in the “prophetic soul of the son by the visit of the ghost of the murdered king, Hamlet was true to the promise to “Remember thee! Ay thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. He could hardly refrain from gratifying his longing for revenge when he found the king praying. He did not refrain from striking when he thought the king was con-cealed behind the arras in the queen’s room. It seems to be a contradiction that so selfish a person as Hamlet should have such a loving, appealing heart. This is his redeeming virtue-Though it is impossible to love him be cause of his intense self-interest, yet we can not help sympathizing with him because in him we find our traits of character reflected. The attitude of so sterling a character as Horatio toward Hamlet as well as Hamlet’s own feeling toward his mother reveal his inmost heart. The deepest strain of emotional appeal rings through his talk with his mother. In this splendid pouring out of his noble sentiments, the respect and love which he felt for his dead father and his reverence for the highest and best in life are fervently expressed. His “good night, and when you are desirous to be blessed I'll blessing beg of you voices his longing and approval of the “Everlasting God. Will power, that mighty foundation of the immovable man. is the element of character which is visibly lacking in Hamlet. I le is an excellent example of the forger of the chain of habit held powerless within its grasp. His aptitude for planning and the irresolution which permitted the intention to escape in words and not in deeds, made so deep a furrow in his brain that his inclination could not choose but follow it. It is a psychological fact that weakness in any one of the three primary elements of character, will power, emotions or intellect tends to unbalance the entire character. Hamlet is a pitiable demonstration of this fact. Notwithstanding the deficiencies in Hamlet’s character, there is so much of the human and pathetic in his life that he teaches a powerful lesson to every student of mankind. The notes of unspoken grief that we hear only when the thoughts find words in solitude shed a solemnity about a life totally without sympathy. His realization of his habit of allowing his plans to go unexecuted calls forth a volley of self-reproach which will not be hushed by the reasons that his judgment offers to justify his irresolution. He goes on. however, without sympathy and in the face of self-reproach to be faithful to his duty at any cost to himself, know- ing all the while that he must fall with the wicked king, he remains steadfast in his purpose of revenge and readily accepts the treacherous challenge because he knows it is his duty. It is not merely his condition in life which he accepts but the appeal of duty to the strong sense of justice inherited from ancestors in the north land that takes possession of him and ordains him a minister of revenge. It is this urgent appeal of duty that calls into play his brilliant intellect, his power of deep and logical thought, and his profound emotions. It is this also that lays bare the lack of will power in the insufficient man and draws us near in sympathy to a very pathetic life. Sal lie Mac Wade. Ti. JOY There’s morning, morning everywhere. In earth and sky and me. There’s morning, morning everywhere, From the mountain to the sea. There’s spring, there's spring in everything. In bird and clod and flower. There’s spring, there's spring in everything. In palace, cot and tower. There’s music, music everywhere. In every tender breeze; There’s music, music everywhere, In birds and honey bees. There’s color, color everywhere. In skies at eve and morn: There’s color, color everywhere, ()n roses and on thorn. There’s youth, there’s youth in everything. In weed and blade of grass: There’s youth, there's youth in everything. In all the world’s great mass. There's promise, promise everywhere. In wood and valley and plain : There’s promise, promise everywhere. In sunshine and in rain. There’s love, there's love in everything. in manhood and bird and beast: There's love, there’s love in everything. The highest and the least. There’s Clod, there's God in everything. In moon and sun on high : There’s God. there’s God in everything, ()n earth and in the sky. Anita Waldhorst. 'i i. Wanted A Little Name “What do you say to going to the mountains for a few days?” said I'red enthusiastically. “We'll have great sport, besides getting a good rest. “Well. I have no objections.” drawled his companion- “Anything to escape this heat.” So it was decided that the two should spend their vacation in the mountains. Fred and Dick Wilson were cousins. They had been known as the “t wo terrors” when they were children, and although Fred could still claim his share of the name. Dick had dissolved partnership having lately assumeed the dignity and seriousness that accompanies twenty-one. A few days after their arrival at “Merry Mount,” Dick said. “What about that scheme of ours? We can do it up while we are here, make some money and surprise all of our friends, besides.” “I'm with you, old man. But we ll have to take some other name or we ll he found out- Xante please? Ila. ha: but its bully. How’s Jesse James Co. ?” Couldn’t be.” said Dick. Let’s wait until we have finished all the other plans: then we can get our ‘alias .’ Oh, ’What’s in a name anyway? That’s what that little English fellow Burns said once, when-------” But Fred's thoughts were suddenly sidetracked when he noticed two girls turning the bend of the road, and disappearing from view. I )ick had not seen them at all. so taking advantage of this. Fred said. Well, if we’re through with this business I’m going to get a breath of air. And without so much as asking Dick to go along, he left in the direction which the girls had taken. “Hello. Ellie. wait. Hazel.” he cried as soon as he caught sight of them. “What are vou doing around here?” Then Fred learned that they were upon a camping trip, but would return home in a few days. Don’t worry about that quarrel you had with Dick, Hazel. I’ll fix it all right, but don’t you girls come near the hotel. he said when leaving them. W hen Fred returned to his room, he met Dick, who told him that he had almost completed the plans. “Only. he said, I can’t think of the name yet, neither am I sure about the outcome of the whole thing. This is what is troubling me: What shall we do with the girls? Of course they will be accused of the robbery, so let's compel them to hide in the little house in the woods. We’ll have everything ready by tomorrow night. What’s the mat ter? You’re not going to back out now, arc you “No,” his companion replied. I was just thinking how lucky we were that no one heard us.” Then to himself, We couldn’t have that boat ride 1 planned for tomorrow morning. Dick and Hazel have been angry too long already and this will be the way to straighten matters as I promised Hazel I would. Most maids are inquisitive, but the one at Merrv Mount hotel had an extra share of curiosity- Finding a crumpled paper on the lloor in Dick’s room, she did not hesitate to discover the nature of the contents. Unfolding the paper she read, “Tell Hazel and Elizabeth that they must hide immediately or be caught.” I lere the sheet was torn. Terrified, she hurried with the note to Mr. Hall, the manager. Dick was just returning from a walk when he was meet by Mr. Hall and the sheriff. “Come,” said the sheriff taking hold of Dick. “I’ve got ’thoritv here. See this badge? We’ve got right smart to walk ’fore we get to the lock-up. but once there it’s goin’ to be hard fer you. Dick had been too dazed to talk, but soon asked the meaning of it all. ‘‘It just means that you wuz up to some sort of trouble an' here’s your message about telling Hazel and Elizabeth to hide else they’d be caught. You needn’t pretend that you don’t know anything about it now, you bunk here.” It was too much for Dick, making him fairly scream with laughter. Fred.'' he cried as lie caught sight of him. “Come here ; run up to the room and get my note book.” When Fred returned he saw Dick speaking to Elbe and Hazel, and, aston ished though contented, he handed the book to his cousin. “Here.’’ said Dick, you will find full particulars of the robbery. The sheriff took it and after reading several pages, he expressed his satisfaction and his desire to read further. 11c soon came to the message regarding Hazel and Elizabeth and a smile crossed his face- He stopped, and handing the book back to Dick said. “Explain it all.’’ “This ’ answered the proud owner, is a story which Fred and I have written. Just before we left home a prize was offered for the best detective story, so we thought we’d write one while we were here. It was all finished yesterday and we could have sent it in, had it not been for the difficulty in selecting a title. “Call it anything you want, it's goin’ to get the prize jes the same.’’ the sheriff said as he walked away. The little group watched him for a while until Fred broke the silence by saying. “I've planned a picnic for just us four. W e won't trouble about the story any more but since the detective worked for glory, we'll call it. ‘Wanted —A Name. Ilelen Hirsh, 'it. The Music of the Spheres Within the deep, eternal blue. The vast, unfathomable depths of space; Dark, mysterious, infolding all. The world moves on. Enveloped in a living, seething flame. They shed a radiant light Far into the darkness. At length, from out the silence There comes a strain of music faint yet tender. Soft yet clear, weird yet peace inspiring. Divinely low and sweet. And now it swells until the rushing winds Are laden with the wondrous melody. And now it ebbs, until the angels stoop To catch the lingering murmur. Thus sing the spheres, a mighty theme is theirs, l’he grandness of creation, the majestic universe. And the infinite sublimity of love. V. 29 Going Fishing Perched on the stile between the Sawyer pasture and the unknown wilds of thicket and piney woods, was a mournful little figure. She sat swinging her bonnet by its one string and looking longingly first in the depths of the woods, then over the fields where the road lay hot. white and dusty. But no one came up the road, not even a lone wagon. As for the thicket, she had given it up as impossible. Having just finished The Lady of the Lake. lying flat in the hay loft, Linda had started out for adventure—and a knight. The road and thicket held promises and so she had followed the worn path to wait on the stile and meet people of Scott, Austin and Tennyson fame. Still nothing happened and Linda began to think that she must go back home where there were only Aunt Susan and a moth-eaten polly and. out in the barn, the cows and pigs and chickens and old Sal. the horse. And thev weren't romantic. The figure climbed dolefully down, and dangling the bonnet, started home. Crack! Snap! came from the bushes and a dog barked. ‘Slict up yer mouth, kain’t yer? said the unknown, and from out of the hushes stepped a redheaded bov clad in overalls, who held a fishing pole in one hand and a bait can in the other and was chaperoned bv a tawny, spotted, ragged-eared dog. Both the boy and dog radiated smiles, while Linda only twisted the bonnet string and stared. W’anter go fishin'? asked the boy. with a flourish of the can. “O-o-o! Will you let me go?” Come on. then. You carry the bait. And so the procession started. The boy went first, holding the pole, next the dog who marched, triumphantly waving the remnant of his tale, and the girl came in the rear, gingerly holding 30 the can and chewing her bonnet string. Suddenly something very soft and very clammy crept slowly through her fingers. With a shrill shriek, she dropped the can, for—twining themselves lovingly about her fingers were worms, splendid, fat citizens from the banks of the branch in Gully Hollow. The boy grumbled as he captured the worms. “Jes like a girl. I wouldn't be such a fraid-cat. He stopped, for a rather dusty foot stamped the ground smartly and an indignant little girl vehemently defended her sex. ‘‘All right.” grinned he, you'll do. Afterwards they walked side by side, he peeling the bark from a willow switch and pointing out wonders on the way, while she called them by names in Robin Hood. The path led around the thicket across pastures guarded by stern barb wire, in which cows fed. As they crossed one of these pastures, they barely escaped from a cow who was strangely attracted by the boy’s hair. Then thev slipped under the bars of Deacon Bilim's sorghum field fence. They crept stealthily through the cane, climbed a fence and were again on the path. The well-worn track made a sudden dip, curved and ran through a little hollow where the ground was moist and cool. Another bend and they were at the creek. It was rather muddy, but this mistake on Nature’s part was not noticed, for a willow, a trifle ragged to be sure, leaned over the water, affording a splendid place to set and fish. The yellow dog gave a joyful yelp, disappeared in the water, soon reappeared and after shaking himself, bounded away among the bushes. Linda and the boy seated themselves comfortably on the overhanging willow and the boy baited the hooks. The lines were cast and then they gave themselves up to the blissful enjoyment of the mysterious moments, now and then indulging in an awed whisper. Linda's line became heavy. She gave a mighty pull accompanied by a joyful shriek. Then—how sad is Fate. For it was only an ancient shoe. I'ime and confidential whispers brought better results, for when the sun was setting, there reposed in the bait can, seven minnows, three crawfishes and a catfish about four inches long which was regarded with much admiration, and a species of water dweller that neither knew, but whom Linda christened “The Black Knight” because he was black in a rather un-describable way. At the stile they parted. Linda having placed her share of the trophy in her bonnet. Then calling good-bye, she went home across the pasture to dream of the Black Knight riding out of the thicket, gracefully mounted on a crawfish while Ellen Douglas met him at the stile and placed a wreath of willow switches on his head. Irene Waldhorst. '14. The Spirit of the Violin It was the twilight hour. I had been sitting before the dull, soft-glowing fire playing some dreamy melody on the violin, when something dim and misty seemed to float before my eyes. It gradually formed itself into a shadowy, phantom-like being, which at first seemed only the embodiment of all my fairy dreams. Spellbound. I watched it until I could restrain myself no longer. W ho art thou?” I asked. 'I'he soul of the violin.” answered a sweet, silvery voice. “The soul of my violin. I echoed in astonishment. “Ay. thinkest thou that any instrument could give forth such wondrous sounds without being prompted by some inner being? Then leaning forward. I eagerly asked, Tell me of thyself. Who art thou; whence dost thou come? Tell me thy story.” Listen then. answered the voice, for the figure was drifting and swaying backward and forward, now standing out clear and distinct, now seeming to merge into the dim, shifting shad ows, “Listen! Ages ago, I was one of the vast aerial throng surrounding the throne of the Great Father. There was on earth a great dearth of joy. Man’s heart was ever clouded with an inexplicable grief and sadness. The Great Father, in pity, determined to send him heavenly aid. So he gathered fragments of the wondrous hosannas sung by the angels from all eternity, the murmuring of winds, the rushing of waters, the twittering of birds and the world-old sorrow and pathos breathed up to heaven from the heart of man. These he gave to myriads of his messengers, that they might bring them to earth for the sake of his people. They descended and scattered everywhere. Some found one resting place, some another. Hidden far from man’s sight, many of them in most sordid and uninteresting surroundings, they await only the tender human touch to call forth all their throbbing outpouring of divine song. The voice ceased. The vision was gone. Wildly excited, I sprang from my chair, only to look into the dead, cold ashes and to hear the last words of that strangely sad. sweet voice. They await only the tender human touch to call forth all their throbbing outpouring of divine song.” Vivian Slaton, T3. 3 In the Regions of Pluto .Vote:—With sincere apologies to Publius Virgil ills Maro, this nonsense is affectionately dedicated to all Seniors of the B. II. S.. be they of the present. past or future. It was early morning in the lower world when a company of well-known shades were walking along the banks of the Styx. They were talking and laughing to pass the time away until Charon should come with his boat to row them to the opposite shore. “Cicero. asked Caesar solicitously, “do you ever have any trouble these davs with your old enemy. Catiline! “Very little. the orator replied. “If he ever dares to look threateningly over in my direction, the shade of my invective pounces on him immediately with such force as to completely vanquish him. “O. cried Caesar sadly, “if only I might rid myself as easily of Cassius and those Senate chaps. “Look. Cicero interrupted, “there goes Pompey and that African bunch! They don’t give him a minute of peace. Hut he’s a man and a general, that Cneius Pompey. “Yes! Caesar was sullenly angry. “Hut you were always partial to Pompey. even though you pretended to be a friend of mine. ’ “W hy, what's the matter, general? Cicero asked. “Why so melancholy? “Forgive me. dear Cic ! Caesar suddenly brightened- “I can smile now. Ah! If you only knew what suffering I endure at frequent intervals. You see it’s this way. My suffering which is caused by P� . H. S. pupils translating me incorrectly used to be irregular, but it has of late become almost a daily terror. I suppose it’s because I’m getting older.” “Aren’t you ever troubled bv such? he added. “Well. Cicero seemed trying to re- call something, “come to think of it. I have had some acute pains lately. Here comes Virgil! Let’s ask his opinion of the disease. Virgil, how are you getting on in B. II. S. ?’’ “O. said the poet, don't mention it. I was in 229 the other day and was dreadfully mortified to hear a pupil mix the boat race with the foot race. Any way, you know I’m rather sensitive about my races. However, the instructor of that class sympathized so vigorously with me that I found the additional influence of my offended shade unnecessary and so departed. “And how is Aeneas? Still hopelessly in love with Dido? Caesar’s tone was tinged with irony. “Yes. I'm afraid so. replied Virgil ignoring the sarcasm. “Even the little lulus is small campany now-a-days “By the way. he continued, speaking of the l� . 11. S... Euclid told me the other day that he had quit shadowing 230. He said some block-head bruised up one of his pet theories so one day that he couldn’t recognize it himself and he (Euclid) got out quickly .in order to avoid the violent scene sure to follow.” “Poor old fellow! Euclid seemed to be an object of pity to all except Shakespeare, who had just joined the company. “You may 'poor fellow’ him if you like. said that individual, “but as for me. I feel sorry for those poor victims in 230.” “How about victims in 231? ” the others derided. “(), ask Hamlet! Here lie comes now! “Good morning. Hamlet, they all cried as the monomaniac appeared on the scene. “Good morning. returned the thoughtful one. “What is the question?” Caesar cast 32 a sly grin and a wink at Shakespeare. “To i e or not to he. droned Hamlet mechanically. Whereupon all the other shades laughed as at a huge joke. At this juncture a boat rounded the bend in the river and Charon’s head was just visible over the helm. “Hurray! Hurray! they shouted in chorus, for such is the monotony in the nether world that even a row across the river is a diversion. “Hurry ' cried Caesar. I feel like Xewton and his gravitation theories are somewhere near. They always did weigh me down. But Charon had landed and all the shades with much joy and jollity, in a very shade-like manner were swiftly borne to the other shore. Marv Huddleston,’ii.. . How the Game Laws Were Enforced Boom ! boom ! boom ! Claud Williams pricked up his ears as these shots rang out in rapid succession. “Must be somebody amongst the birds. he muttered as he directed his steps toward the distant wheat fields. After walking for about three hundred yards, he came suddenly upon the object of his search, the hunter. He was standing amidst the tallest wheat, busily engaged in reloading his gun. His neat brown hunting suit and three bird dogs were enough to convince Claud that he was one of those who, at the nesting season, destroy by the hundreds our American game birds. Claud eyed him a moment and then withdrew. Instead of returning to his woodchopping. he struck a bee line for the home of his chum . Mike Johnston. ()nly a few words passed between them; Mike was seen to grin broadly and nod his head. The boys then separated. taking opposite directions. Within an hour not a boy was to be found in the entire neighborhood. Where had they gone? In Dark Hollow there is a deserted cabin and here the boys were assembled, having been told by Claud and Mike that plenty of fun awaited them- “Well, boys. said Mike, who seemed to be the leader, “as you know, an intruder has been discovered in our midst. He is here for the purpose of ruthlessly killing the game of our township. Shall we allow mm to continue this? “Xaw! (iive im Hail Columbia! was the enthusiastic response. “Ketchin’s afore bangin'. remarked Jim Mitchell, the village wise boy. “I’ll manage that, boys. declared Claud. “All you fellows have got to do is to keep in bearin’ distance and out of sight. Then when I say ‘You!’ jump on the hunter. Leave the rest to me. This was agreed upon and the meeting was then adjourned. About thirty minutes later Claud approached the hunter. “Howdy, mister. Lookin' for birds?’’ he asked. “Yes. they seem to be plentiful in this vicinity. was the reply. “Huh! there may be a few here, but you ain’t seen no birds. I know where there’s lots of ’em. he remarked wisely. “You do! I’ll give von a dollar to show them to me. exclaimed the hunter eagerly. 1 don’t want no dollar. said Claud. 33 “But I’ll tell you what I'll do. I'll show you them birds if you'll jest Icinmc shoot that gun- You see Pa won't let me shoot his, he explained. I’ll accommodate you. AY hat are vou going to shoot? asked the hunter as he handed over the gun. “You!” shouted Claud. Scarcely was the word spoken when the hoys, who were concealed in the wheat, were upon him. As he was without a gun. the poor hunter was soon overpowered and made prisoner. He was taken to the cabin where a council of war was held. The unfortunate captive could tell by their gestures that this meeting boded him no good. Finally, Mike accosted him. “How many birds did you kill this morning? he demanded. The hunter at first refused to answer, but a display of .Mike's boot brought him to terms. “Ten,” he muttered. “Then you are condemned to suffer a thrashing of ten licks from each boy present. declared Mike. The prisoner begged for mercy, but in vain. In due time the punishment was administered. The boys concluded their entertainment by dragging him through a mud-puddle, leaving his hunting suit in no enviable condition. His gun was returned. minus the cartridges, and with a solmen warning he was dismissed. The boys then dispersed. In an hour, Claud was back cutting wood as though nothing had happened- Jesse Smith. '14. Around Tokio in a Jinrikisha So this was Tokio. the capital of the Land of the Rising Sun. the metropolis of the Orient. The quaint houses, the pagodas, and the beautiful gardens charmed me. and I looked around for some sort of conveyance that I might take a ride through the city. The only thing in sight was a jinrikisha. the universal carriage of Japan, and the strong muscular little man who was to play the part of a horse, stood ready for a sign- The jinrikisha itself was decorated with quaint Oriental designs. A dainty Japanese parasol cast an inviting shade. What a unique ride I was going to have! 1 motioned to the pleasant-faced coolie and soon we had started down the street of the Aristocrats. Their (piaint. yet beautiful dwellings were a surprise to me. Sometimes I would catch a glimpse of Oriental figures dressed in the inevitable kimona. flitting from door to door, or sitting on gaily colored mats in front of the houses. Then we passed through forests of mulberry trees, where the silk worms were industriously weaving the beautiful silks which we so delight in wearing. Away we went past fields of roses whose fragrance was borne to me in verpowering v 1 time. We had now reached the business section and I told mv coolie to draw me under a mulberry tree where I could watch. The little brown men were quaintly dressed in white, loose-fitting clothes, and for a hat they wore a curious thing which reminded me of an inverted dish. Down their backs hung the national emblem—the queue. {)ccasionally one would catch sight of me. and then his bead-like eyes would open wide with curiosity or narrow with suspicion. Some of the merchants were busily winding the beautiful gauz silk which was to grace the forms of our nation's daughters, while some were packing the dainty, fragile china that we like so much to display on our tables. This was such an inter- 34 csting and instructive spectacle that I reluctantly gave the order to proceed. We left the thickly settled part of the city now and went out upon a shady highway toward the outskirts of Tokio. At last we reached the higher ground and finally stopped upon a hill which commanded a view of the city. On every side stretched forests of green mulberr trees, and vast fields of green tea greeted my eyes. I'ar below, lay the city where now and then sparkled a light to dispel the on-coming dusk. Reminded by this that the sun was fast disappearing in the west. I gave the order to start. All this time my coolie had given no signs of fatigue, which shows another characteristic.— endurance. As I watched the muscles of those broad brown shoulders. I could not help wondering what would be the outcome of a struggle with so formidable a foe- Then we came to a restaurant! The scene within was so attractive that, wishing to witness it from a more advantageous position. I alighted from the jinrikisha and entered. A dazzling light greeted me. On every hand were little tea tables, and I sat down at one. A dainty little Japanese girl brought me a cup of the richest, most fragrant tea that I have ever tasted, and also a few honey cakes. While eating this delicious repast I observed the other guests. Evidently jliis was an up-to-date restaurant. for I noticed the most highly cultured women of the land. They were dressed in beautiful silks, and their hair was more elaborately done than even that of our American girls! They minced the rice daintily with their chopsticks, and gossiped with enthusiasm over the tea. When they saw me. all were silent for a space and then I heard several whispered conversations behind their fans. I surmised that it was about the ultra lack of color in my dress and the enormousness of my feet. After the luncheon, a few men made a ring on the floor, and all lights were turned out except those facing this mysterious ring. A beautiful Japanese dancing girl entered and executed a wild, fantastic dance to the music of a tambourine. When the last strains of the music had died away. I arose reluctantly and returned to my lodgings where T dreamed of that wonderful vehicle—a jinrikisha. Irene Erwin, 11. .;vavv.v.v.v.v.%v.v.v .v.v.,.,.v Storiettes '■W.W.V.W.V.V.W. V.V.V.V.V.V.V.VAW.W.W.V.V.VA TEMPTATION. It was Thanksgiving Day and the first grade was in an uproar when Betty got to school. She tripped daintily hack to her scat, and settled herself in it with a conscious little rustle. And, indeed, she had something to be proud of. for she looked a perlect picture in her soft white dress and blue ribbons. Back of her sat Bob. his small heart pounding like mad against his ribs, as it always did when Betty was near. Ever since that first day in September, he had been expressing his adoration bv giving her his choicest treasures, his marbles, bits of peanuts, and even candy—but he considered himself justly rewarded by the smiles from the soft brown eyes. For a while, he sat and stared at this vision of loveliness. Then he rose and went to put some paper in the basket. ()n his way back to the scat, the brown eyes glanced up shvlv at him. A moment later. Bob found occasion to go to the front again. This time the smile that Betty gave him set his heart to thumping wildly. He slipped into his desk and. crushing up a handful of perfectly fresh paper, moved toward the basket. Robert, your desk was certainly full of trash, said the teacher, with a slightly amused smile on her face. Y-yes'm, I reckon it was. stammered Bob. reddening to the roots of his hair. I le started back to his seat, but when he reached Betty’s desk, he faltered, and then, yielding to the temptation. bent over and---------kissed her! right on her rosebud of a mouth! Betty's face flamed scarlet, and, dropping her face on her desk, she burst into tears. Bob. greatly distressed. promptly followed her example. The teacher, hearing the uproar, and suspecting something of the sort, hurried down the aisle to console the two. 1 j-jes couldn’t h-he’p it. he sobbed, “sh—she looked s—so pretty That night, Betty crept up into her father’s lap. There, with her head buried on his shoulder, she sobbed out the whole wretched story. I’ll go and whip him good tomorrow. he said, scarcely able to keep his face straight. “Oh, no. Dad, she whispered. I—I didn't mind it much. Jean Campbell. '13. AS THE CLOCK SAW IT. When I was placed in the court house lower, many years ago. this was a very small village indeed. With one or another of mv four faces I could see north, south, east, or west, just as I chose. The whole town was under my eye both day and night. It was then so small that 1 had very little trouble in keeping up with it. although there was the making of a great city in it. Day after la 1 saw the streets being widened and extended, new buildings being erected, and new signs of growth springing up on every side. The old frog pond by the Louisville and Nashville railroad was filled up and a handsome station erected. New lines came in to fill it with traffic, and new enter- CAUGHT IN THE ACT. prises were started all along their routes until the whole town seemed like a bustling, humming bee-hive. The residence part of town kept pace and many charming homes spread out all over the hillsides on both north and south. Eighth avenue ceased to be “our best street. and Eleventh avenue took its place, while the foundations were being laid for Highland avenue's present supremacy. So far nothing had taken place to cut off my view. But one day as 1 looked to the south and westward, I beheld great columns of black smoke and soon a seething mass of flames was leaping skyward. A few hours later the old Metropolitan Hotel was in ruins. But it was not long before a great crowd of men were at work clearing away the debris and digging the foundation deeper until it rested on solid rock, on the very bones of Mother Earth. Then a marvelous thing happened ! Great steel columns began to climb dizzily toward the sky. and the whole air was resonant with the clang of the hammer as a mighty building grew- L’p it went five stories, six, seven, eight, would it never stop? Nine, ten. and then the roof, and my view of the southwest was cut off forever. )ther buildings followed, taller than the first, and larger, and now as I look toward the business center of town a ragged sky-line is all I see except a glimpse, now and then, of streets crowded with men hurrying hither and thither on business, or of great railroad yards, full of mighty engines surging back and forth with long trains of freight. On the other sides 1 see all about me handsome church buildings, beautiful homes, while everywhere newer and handsomer ones are going up. No longer can I see the whole .Magic City from end to end: for six miles to the westward it loses itself in Enslev’s smoke: six miles to the eastward East Lake marks its bounds; while to the northward and southward not even the mighty hills themselves can stop its growth. And now as f sound tlie hour of twelve, each stroke will sing out a strong, clear call to every listening ear—Birmingham, Birmingham. Dorothy was not eavesdropping, but she could not help hearing the conversation that was going on in the next room. She was giving a last satisfied look in the dining-room mirror when she heard a familiar voice say. “Just for once. boys, she is so high and mighty, let’s knock her off her stilts this time. Well. said another, “hurry and give us your plans. “We all know. lined out another young man. with whom she wishes to go to the Senior picnic, so George, since she is so very fond of you. with a wink at James, her best friend, “we will let you call her up and ask for that much desired privilege. Then each of us will call an hour later, Ralph second. and so on just as we are sitting now. leaving James last. You see it will make her feel so bad to have to refuse us older boys. There. James, don’t look as though you were on the way to your own funeral, it’s just for once. I think it is an outrage. exclaimed James, “but guess I will have to agree. What is an outrage? asked Dor-othv to herself. I will go in and see. She went into the room and was greeted bv. This will be one time somebody has got the best of Dor------ The boys looked and beheld Dorothy herself, smiling confusedly upon them. It had all dawned upon her in a moment but her embarrassment was hidden by their own. so she came to their aid with, How did you all come out on your Latin test? After a while they began to talk quite'naturally. All the while she was planning to get the best of them- Ah! she would accept every one. The next morning George was so delighted with Dorothy's acceptance that he forgot a certain insulting wink. Six other boys were surprised and delighted to receive the same enthusiastic acceptance. Early the next morning seven confused boys were seen in Dorothy's parlor, shuffling their feet and trying not to show their anxiety. It was more than they could understand. Dorothy, by way of explanation, said, Boys. I feel guilty and selfish for what I have done, but I was not quite ready 37 Henry Stewart. ’13. to come down off my stilts. The only thing I mind is keeping six girls from enjoying a delightful day in the woods.” The boys looked helplessly at one another. Then Dorothy said. “Hut I have had so much trouble getting provisions for this crowd that I think 1 have received just punishment. Your bundles are in the other room. You will find them tagged. George, being the youngest, will take number one. and so on down the line. The boys, glad of an excuse to leave their persecutor, opened the door and found to their surprise six laughing girls, tagged and waiting for them. In a few minutes they were on the way and James remarked to Dorothy, his partner. “Dorothy, how wise you are! Yes. replied Dorothy. wiser than you think, for I have sent the lunch ahead. Hut my. what a relief to see them all safe at last! Susie Terry, 13. A STRING OF CORAL. Dick, hurrying down the hall, stopped suddenly as a gleam of pink caught liis eye. At his feet lay a long string of coral, lie picked it up. pul it into his pocket, then walked slowly to his study room. Once there, he opened his geometry, but could not study, for his thoughts kept returning to the coral beads lie had found- The girl who sat across from him in English had a chain just like it—suppose it were hers! She was such a pretty girl, and had a name. Margaret, that he liked. The coral reminded him of her, it was so bright and full of color. He supposed he ought to take it to the office, but if lie could only find her. it would be such a jolly way to get acquainted. Just then the bell rang, and Dick realized with a start that lie did not know his geometry. Ellen stepped on a car and dropped wearily into a seat. It had been such a busy day, and besides, she had lost her coral, which her mother had just given her. Suddenly a happy thought came and her eyes brightened. Wouldn't it be perfectly lovely! It often happened that way in books. Now she hoped Jack would. She had heard so much about him. He was an all-round athlete. a perfectly great foot-ball player, and so good looking—her ideal in every way. He had told her best friend that he thought Ellen was the prettiest girl in school and he wanted to meet her. ()h, it would be so romantic if he found her string of coral! Suddenly she realized that the car had stopped at her street. She got off the car and went dreaming on her way homeward. An hour later. Ellen was practicing her music lesson when a tall, handsome boy opened the door and said. Hello. Sis! Stop tormenting that instrument and come to my room. I have something to show you. Ellen followed him to his room where, with a mysterious manner, he brought out a long string of coral. Ellen felt her heart sink. W here did you get that. Dick? she demanded. I found them in the hall at school. And Sis. that pretty girl I told you about has some just like them, and I just know that they are hers, replied Dick, lowering his voice. “You horrid thing. wailed Ellen, “those are my corals. I don't see why you had to find them. “Well. said Dick, much crest fallen. “I think you ought to be very grateful that they are found. “Yes, I suppose so. but Dick. I so wanted Jack to find them. They looked at each other for a moment, and Dick grinned sheepishly. “The joke’s on us, Sis. Virginia Putnam. THE LAST PAYS OF SCHOOLS CHANGE OF' 5U JECT As the end of school draws near, thoughts of deep regret begin to enter the hearts « f the Seniors—regret that the delights of club life will no longer be theirs and that the roll call of next year will not include their names. But with a sense of gratitude, they review the joys ami realize that the hours spent in the clubs have been some of the most pleasant and profitable of their High School life. They wish to extend to all members of the school a cordial invitation to join one of the clubs and they promise you that you will have some “grand old times' —and they know whereof they speak. This year has brought much success to the Aglaia and has greatly strengthened the spirit of co-operation which means so much to the club. The club has been true to its purpose to promote the highest ideals of young womanhood and to create lasting bonds of friendship among its members. The girls are justly proud of the accomplishments of the past and look forward to a future which gives many bright promises. The study of the history, great writers. and scenery of Scotland lias been of much interest, and lias increased their love for tlie romantic land of Burns and Scott. Several meetings have been devoted to the study of I he Taming of the Shrew. An interesting program has been planned for one of the final meetings of the term. There will be glimpses into the past and future of the club and also social features which will make this meeting one of the most enjoyable of the year. Tlie club extends a warm and cordial invitation to all girls who have not yet joined any society and promises a hearty welcome to all new pupils who may visit nr join the club. rhe Clio has passed one of the most successful years of its history. It began the year with a membership somewhat crippled by the departure of last year's Seniors, but other girls who were both willing and capable have filled their places and have done much to increase the club’s influence. The girls showed the true club spirit and will carry on the work successfully next year, which discloses even brighter prospects than ever before. The programs on religion have been most instructive. The less familiar forms of religion, such as Confucianism. Brahmanism. Buddhism, and Zoroastrianism. have been presented, and in every case comparisons have been made with Christianity and Judaism. In the case of India, a most interesting program on the Hindoos and their customs was rendered as a setting for the study of Buddhism and Brahmanism. In addition to the regular course of study, the club had an excellent parliamentary drill and a strong debate. “Resolved that steam has been more beneficial than electricity to mankind. One meeting was devoted to a review of “The 'Paining of the Shrew, the Shakespearean play to he given during commencement week. The character sketches of Betruchio and of Catherine by Miss Kina Sartor and Miss Aline (Hass were particularly good. All the 40 papers ibis year have been characterized by a high literary standard. The Pierian has enjoyed a most delightful year’s work on art. They have studied the sculpture of the ancient Egyptians, of Greece and of Italy. Most instructive has been the study of the works of Corot. Millet, and Murillo. Most interesting and appreciative criticisms of “'I’he Angelus,” “The Last Supper and “The Gleaners have shown the thoughtful work of the club girls. ()nc of the most enjoyable programs of the past month was a declamation contest in which eleven members participated. Miss Frances Williams was awarded the prize, a gold bar pin with the club’s initials on it. and Miss F.va-lina ilkerson was given honorable mention. Miss Williams’ recitation was “Mammy’s Little Baby Boy. and Miss Wilkerson’s, “l)c Pianncr juette. Delightful social features added to the enjoyment of the program, refreshments being served at the end of the meeting. The Pierian has the brightest prospects for next year. The membership is large and is composed of strong and earnest girls, most of whom will still continue their work in school and in the club. As the end of the year approaches, the Hilliard looks back with pleasure and pride upon the past few months. 'Phis marked the fourth and most prosperous year of its existence. Xo longer is the club in the class of a beginner, for the few short years of its existence have been crowned with success and have enabled it to look hopefully to the future. Many interesting and instructive programs were enjoyed during the past year. There have been debates on points of interest, essays on science and literature, parliamentary drills and declamatory contests. The training of the club is the very best. Although this year has been a great success, next year promises to be greater, and the society invites all earnest young men who wish to become proficient in debating and declamation, to join their ranks and enjoy the privileges of the club. For the Yancey, this year has brought tile greatest measure of success. The club has met success and failure and accepted both in the only fair way. The members of the club are enthusiastic in their work and they will do everything possible to make next year as successful as this has been. During the past few weeks the Yancey has had some splendid debates, one being on the subject. Resolved, that United States Senators should be elected by direct vote of the people. The affirmative was upheld by Mr. Robert Goodall and Mr. Sterling Wood, and the negative was defended by Mr. Joseph Cook and Mr. Jack Smith. The judges decided in favor of the affirmative. The standing committee has planned an instructive parliamentary drill, in which all the members will take part, 'l he final meeting will be a general jubilee and farewell meeting. After considerable discussion, the club has made definite plans for their annual pienie which is always one of the most important events of the school year. Everybody is promised a jolly time and if the coming picnic is like those of the past, the promise will cer-tainlv be fulfilled. Phe second semi-annual joint debate was held in the Auditorium on Friday. April Miss Mary Forbes of the C lio being the presiding officer. 'Phe first four officers of the clubs, who were seated on the rostrum, answered roll call with quotations for and against reciprocity. After a piano solo by Miss Orline Barnett, the debate opened, the subject being. Resolved, that Canadian reciprocity would be beneficial to the United States. The affirmative was supported bv Mr. Lloyd Bowers of the Hilliard and Miss Frances Williams of the Pierian, and the negative was debated by Mr. Walter Orcutt of the Yancey and Miss Blanche Frazier of the Aglaia. Both sides presented strong debates and all of the speakers showed the excellent effects of the sludv of argument and of practice in speaking to their clubs- Phe judges. Mr. Bell. Mr. Taylor and Mr. Baker, decided in favor of the affirmative. W hile the judges were making their decision, the orchestra played Haydn’s Toy Symphony, which afforded much amusement to the school, and Miss Fannie Hilda Rube I recited “In Pursuit of an Old English 'Test. which reminded us of our own experiences in “exams. The whole program was one of the most successful in the history of the 'school. The annual declamation contest of the Yancey and Hilliard Literary Societies was aii event of much interest to the club members and the friends of the two clubs. The representatives from the Yancey and their respective speeches are as follows : Mr. Sterling Wood—“The Watchman. Mr. Robert Goodall— Two Pictures.'’ Mr. Latimer Brown—“Spartacus to the Gladiators.” The Hilliard participants and their orations are as follows: Mr. Leon Israel—“Spartacus to the Gladiatocs.” Mr. Ben Gross — First Oration Against Catiline. Mr. Virgil Roach—Citizenship. Both societies were ably represented in the contest and both may feel a just pride in their orators, who showed the results of the good training of their clubs. The judges decided in favor of the Yancey for team work and gave honorable mention to Mr- Leon Israel of the Hilliard for individual excellence. The Euterpcan’s annual concert, which is to be given during Commencement week, is being anticipated by the whole school. Sweet strains of music floating from the Auditorium on club days give great promise for the excellence of the concert. The principal number of the program will be the cantata. “Joan of Arc. The club members will form the chorus and the characters of the cantata will be some of the leading singers of the city. Mrs. Carolyn Lum Cole, soprano, will take the part of Joan; the other characters will be represented by Mr. J. D. McGill, tenor, and Mr. John Shaddick, baritone.. The artistic success of the concert is assured and it is to be hoped that the financial success will be as great. The Euterpean is a great factor in High School life and has done much for the improvement of the school by purchasing pianos and organs for the auditorium. . lumnt=ae J oteg CLASS OF 1902. In spite of a strong class spirit, the members of the class of 1902 have drifted apart, but we are always interested in hearing from them. News comes that Ala King, now Mrs. Hanley, of Tacoma. Wash., has a fine boy. Mrs. Win. H. Manley. Edith Johnson. has a lovely little girl. Nell Johnston. Mrs. Cooper, of Kansas City, is visiting Miss Thornton. She is accompanied by her little boy. Ruth Norton is making a fine record as a teacher in one of the schools. Ruby O’Keefe has a good position as stenographer in one of the courts. W illie McCord married and moved to Georgia this past winter. Viva Jackson’s marriage to Mr. Charles M- Spencer, of Birmingham, was a brilliant event of last December. Fannie Howry Dunn. £ A g A g CLASS OF 1903. In times of peace but little history is written. From this we conclude that the members of the class of 1903 are of a very peaceful turn of mind. They are not making sensational history, but are happily and cheerfully pursuing the even tenor of their way. We may feel sure that in their hearts they have kept alive that spirit of love and loyalty for the old High School and that in the eight years since they left its halls they have shown themselves true exponents of their motto, “Servabo fidem. Some of our members have allied themselves with the teaching profession. the following still presiding over school rooms: Elizabeth Jones. Mar- tha McAdorv, Jennie Vick. Gertrude Weil, and Chester Landman- Many have been caught in Cupid's meshes and we name the following . among our married members: Merlin Herzfeld, Lena Lansford, Augusta Reid. Bessie Schoolar. Eula Starbuck. Alma Beaune. Louise Beggs, Josephine Boyle. Ruby Butler, Erma C'al-mus. Bertha Fatherly. Vivian Gardner, Daisy Glass and Martha Gwaltney. Early in June Alice Hirsh will become the bride of Mr. Samuel Wiesel. of Tuscaloosa. Jelks Cabaniss is successfully practicing law in Birmingham. Abbie Murphy is making a name for herself as one of Birmingham’s best music teachers. Hudson Barker. Merlin Herzfeld. and W ill Dunn are prospering in the business world of our city. Chester G. Bandman. g A A g g CLASS OF 1904. Miss Lucy Downey is visiting in Tennessee. She has recently attended the National Convention of Sigma. Sigma. Sigma, which was held in Richmond. Va. One of the most beautiful homes in Birmingham is that which is being constructed bv Mr. and Mrs. Felton Wimberly at Mountain Terrace. Mrs. Wimberly will be remembered as Miss Mary Gillespy. Mrs. Plant, formerly Miss Janet Barrow, and little son. have recently been on a visit to her mother in East Birmingham. Mrs. Plant is living at present in Columbus, Ga- Mrs. Ben Fitzpatrick, of Montgomery. formerly Miss Marv Mapes. passed through Birmingham recently. Miss Clara Thompson continues to keep up her music study in Birmingham. Mrs. Harrington Heflin, who will be 43 remembered as Miss Linly Graham. is located in one of the Levert apartments. A loyal 04 who has wandered far is Mr. Jack Heard. U. S. A. A letter from him tells tis that he is stationed now at the western forts. Another loyal 04 who never forgets to write letters with news of herselt and inquiries for the old classmates, is Miss Bessie James, of Memphis. Tenn. Miss James has the sympathy of the class in her recent sorrow at the death of her father. Mr. W allace Merritt and Mr. Harvey Clover are still living in Cuba. Mr. and Mrs. Bert Meadow have named their little daughter Evelyn. N'o mention of '04’s is ever complete without reference to our teachers. Among the list there are: Misses Minnie McNeill. Corinne Chisolm. Bessie Merrill. Lucy Bickley, Mary Carr. Ira Bradfield- It is with keen interest that we read the announcement of the wedding ot Miss Lewisa Moore and Mr. Griffin of Oklahoma, to take place on June 28. Miss Moore has been teaching in Oklahoma. where her parents moved several years ago. Mr. Griffin is a promising young lawyer, originally of Philadelphia. Ira Bradfield. Cor. Sec. 4 4 4 4 THE CLASS OF 1905. None of the class of 1905 have yet found a primrose path to success. All are working quietly and steadily for the good of those around them and of the community at large. “Non sibi. sed omnibus continues as their motto and they are trying to live up to it.— some in homes of their own. many as students or teachers in the schoolroom, others in business circles. Indeed wherever the class is represented one finds the old High School ideals, the old High School loyalty, changed only bv the broadening interpretations of increasing experience. Xo part of the High School Alumni-ae are more loyal to her memory or stand more ready to support her in her various activities and aid her in any undertaking than the class of 05- W'illie Jean Stewart. CLASS OF 1907. rhe same spirit that carried the class of Hjo;- to a creditable finish and made them a unit in every phase of school life has reduced the fifty-seven varieties to where classification is easy under four heads. Sixteen are in the higher institutions of learning in an effort to secure the degrees necessary to enable them to take up a whole space on the roll of honor without the use of their family tree, hour business women grace the list, making such advance in the commercial world that in a few years they can buy the whole roll of honor and a front shell in the hall of Fame. Fourteen teachers, forgetting the record of their school-days, with awful frown and saintly air. pass on to trusting pupils memories that made us hate the name of school and teacher, repeating in their fads and fancies the history of many of our truancies. Only five are lost to us forever—married they—and we mourn their loss with all the fervor of one who weeps for the fate that might have been ours- The rest on flowery beds of ease pass out their allotted time on this vale of ragweeds and roses, their time divided between planning what to do and how to gel out of doing it. The class of 1907 may not have accomplished a great deal but it has learned the lesson of leaving a few things undone—in itself not a bad suggestion for future years. Virginia Henrv. 4 .f -f CLASS OF 1908. Many of the class of 1908 are still pursuing their studies. 'Phis is surprising. too, for no one remembers ours as a very studious class. e arc proud of the records that many of these are now making in college. Margaret Dewey is at Randolph-Macon: Edna Jones at Smith: Laura Mel Powers at Agnes Scott: Ralph Harris at Columbia: Otto Hodges at the University of Virginia: Derrel Xevins at Cornell, and John Morrow. Byrd Haley and May Chase at the University of Alabama. Russell Truslow. our essayist and former editor of the Mirror, is studying in New York, and Evelyn Going is studying music and winning many honors with her sweet voice- 44 Our class, because of its numerous weddings, lias been noted at High School as the one most susceptible to Cupid’s darts, 'file record for the past year shows no addition to the list of seven. Seemingly, the class is content at present with such a matrimonial record and those who are still “heart whole and fancy free are busy with other interests. Six of these are teaching now ami are all enthusiastic and successful in their work. The Other boys and several of the girls are making successful careers in the business world- 'Pile class is so scattered now and its interests so varied that it is difficult to keep an accurate record: but all seem happy and successful and still devoted to the memory of High School. Some day. we shall have a reunion within the walls of that very building; your High School now, and vet ours. too. for it still holds our loyalty and interest. We are glad you are still interested in hearing from us and we wish you all joy and happiness and success at this commencement season. Laura Mel Powers. CLASS OF igcg. The class of 09 is still that same marvelous, brilliant class: but never too much engrossed in study to be jolly. Many of our fair maidens are gracing the society of Birmingham. Some now are even gracing their own homes, for since last June Miss Bonnie Heaton and Miss Lucile Matthews have acquired the title of “Mrs. Of our eight boys, most are proving successful business men, while three are successful college men. W e have our college girls too. twelve of them: and we can truthfully say that every ’09 girl is a happy-college girl. 1 never realized how really interested our class was in education until glancing over the roll. I pictured not less than fifteen either as “full Hedged inarms or in the training course. A noted High School genius once wrote. “We’ll not forget the friendships formed. The dear associations. The honors earned, the truths we’ve learned. Before our graduation. I hat is indeed true. Although we may forget the chemistry reactions and the trig problems, we cannot forget our class. For you of ’11. we wish joy, happiness and good luck, and send greetings to the faculty and every student in our B. H. S. Louise Thornbury. .MM CLASS OF 1910. How good it does feel to have the pleasure of writing once more for the Mirror, and especially since I have so much to tell you about what we. the members of the class of 1910, are doing- ()ut of our class of seventy, there arc twenty-one striving for a higher education at college. Among the colleges at which we are represented are the I’niversitv of Alabama, Auburn, Tulane. Mary Baldwin Seminary. Ran-dolph-Macon. Converse. Agnes Scott. Judson, Woman’s College of Baltimore. and others. Since our graduation we have suffered a great bereavement in the death of one of our classmates. Alethea (lam-bill. A life that was sweet and ambitious and helpful to others, has been taken from us. So far there have been two of our classmates to get married—both of them girls. Mamie Little and Clara Starbuck are the two who prefer married life to the blissful singleness of the other sixtv-eight. A good many of our boys are now prosperous young business men. Among these are Ed Torgerson. Paul Angeli. Grattan Brittain. Edwin W eaver. Leslie Eancs and Tom P'stes. ( ur other classmates are following various interests. Minnie Dryer has been studying in France this winter and she expects to travel in Europe during the summer. Already we have several full-fledged teachers and six of our girls are taking the Training Course. Some are studying art. others are specializing in music, while all of us are trying to prove ourselves worthy of our High School training. Helen Weiss. Athletics in the High School has ever been successful, but the teams this year have far surpassed all others during the existence of the school. I'he different teams were greatly handicapped at the beginning of eacn season on account of the lack of ‘old men' on each team, but Mr. Messer set to work with a determination that he would show all the state what the teams of a Preparatory school could do when they were properly coached. We can now see the results. ith this coaching, and the old fighting spirit of the High School, which seems to increase as the school grows older, she turned out teams which were not defeated a single time by the representatives of the other Preparatory schools in the state. These teams even went so far as to play the big colleges of the state and the large universities of the south. Financially, as well as physically, the season has been a great success. At the first meeting of the Athletic Association three committees were appointed. their object being to get the boys of the school into the Athletic Association. This they did with great success for only a few boys in the school did not have spirit to join. With this money and the gate receipts. High School brought to Birmingham more football, basketball, and baseball teams than ever before during the existence of the school. At the end of the season, jerseys were presented to the players on the different teams. So taking it all together, we see that the school could not have wished for a better success. BASEBALL. Although most of the baseball seasons are not over it is easy to predict that no Preparatory school will equal the record established by our school when they won seven straight games. This year the baseball team is composed of boys from Hnslcy High School and Birmingham High School. About forty boys tried for the different positions on the team and in this way Coach Messer had great material to pick from, although only five men played on the team last year. The opening game of the season was at an unlucky time for the Highs because Captain Zielminski and Neville were sick with the measles, but Mr. Messer shifted the men in such a manner that this weakness was not noticeable. This game was played with the swift bunch from Bessemer High School. L. Strange pitched a fine game for our lads. After a twelve inning game our lads won by the score of 6 to I. The next game was played with Pratt City, and High School defeated them by the score of 8 to i. The feature of the game was a triple play executed in the ninth inning by High School which practically cut off two runs. Last year we played Pratt City, the game went for twelve innings and the final score was 2 to 2. The real sensation of the season was the two games which were taken from Howard. Howard in their turn had defeated Vanderbilt, Georgia Tech, and Auburn. 'This places our team over the largest colleges and universities of the South. The score of the first game was io to 5. Strange and Motley were the two opposing pitchers. The feature of this game was the hitting of E. Propst and the fielding of Zielminski. The score of the other game was 5 to 2. E. Propst pitched for the Highs, while Cook and Pruitt upheld that department for Howard. John Antwine and Tisdale each got a home run. The fifth game of the season was with (hventon Training School. Strange for the High School and Tim-berlake for Owenton were the pitchers, each performing well. The features of this game were the hitting of Goldstein, Hagler and Sargent, and the excellent fielding Zielminski. Bessemer High School was again defeated to the tune of 3 to o. The pitchers were E. Propst and Simpson. Each pitcher performed well. Simpson having our lads in his hands all the game except the third inning, when we made the three runs that won the game. On May 11 our team met and defeated Wheeler Business College by the score of 11 to 4. Witimore pitched his first game for the High School and is to be congratulated on his fine showing. High School had a game scheduled with Anniston I . College, but this game was cancelled on account of bad weather- E. Propst and Goldstein led in the hitting department, each having a percentage of over 300. Strange, C. Propst. and John Antwine led in the fielding average, each having 1,000 per cent. So we see that we have a bunch of fellows who will certainly capture the Prep, championship of the state. The lads who make up this team are. E. Propst, Goldstein. Zielminski (capt.), Antwine. Green. Wells. Ilanbv, Denson. L. Strange. C. Propst. Basore, and Witimore. The scores for the games are as follows : Bessemer H. S 1 B. H.S. 6 Pratt City B. H S. 8 (hventon T. S. 3 B. H.S 5 Howard College 5 B. H. S. 10 Howard College 2 B. II. S. 5 Bessemer H. S. 0 B. H. S. 3 Wheeler B. (_. 4 B. H. S. 11 ()pponents_ _ 16 B. H.S. 48 TRACK. The season for track opened on May 3 with the Inter-class meet. All four classes were entered as contestants It was easily seen from the first that the Seniors would capture the meet and this turned out to be so. The Seniors made 60 points, the Sophomores came second with 8 2-3 points to their credit, while the Juniors were third with 8 1-3 points, and the Freshmen a close last with a total of 8 points. Roy Chapman. 11. came out with the highest individual score. 15 points: Lee Poe, 'ii. second, with 13 points, and Wilson Searight, T 1. a close third with 11 1-2 points. Two records were broken: the mile and the 440 yards run. Gordon Sparks, 11. broke Priestly Toulmin’s record of 5 minutes 22 2-5 seconds, for the mile, when he made it in 5 minutes 10 1-5 seconds. Lee Poe. 11, broke his former record of 57 2-5 seconds for the 440 yards run, when he made it in 57 1 5 seconds. The feature of the meet was the race between Gordon Sparks and Mike O’Bvrne for first place in the mile. It was not until the last lap that Gordon Sparks was able in any way to leave M ike O’Byrne. 'I'he points for each race are: 1. 100 yards dash—Won by Roy Chapman ’11 ; Lee Poe 11: Max Zielminski '12: Charlie White 13. Time: 11 seconds. 2. 440 yards run—W on by Lee Poe ’n: Max Zielminski 12: Roy Chapman 11 : Virgil Roach ’13. Time: 57 1-5 seconds. 3. Mile run—Won by Gordon Sparks 11 ; Mike O’Byrne ’13: Henry Harris ’11: Virgil Roach 13. Time: 10 minutes 10 1-5 seconds. 47 4. Broad jump—W on by Lee I'oc ii : Roy Chapman it: Wilson Sea-right 11 : Albert Stockmar 14. 18 feet 3 inches 5. Shot put—W on by Wilson Searight 11: Henry Harris 11: Charles Yictoreen 11: Albert Stockmar 14. 33 feet 8 inches. 6. Pole vault—Won by Beatty 14; Wilson Searight 11. 7 feet 6 inenes. 7. High jump—Won by Roy Chapman 11. Tie for second place (Charles Yictoreen 11. Wilson Searight it): tie for fourth place (Max Xielminski 12. Morris Lathrop 13. Carey Robinson ’13). 5 feet 1 1-4 inches. Relay race—Won by Seniors: Juniors, Sophomores. Freshmen. High School also entered several men and a relay team in the Southern A. A. C. meet which was held at the Fair Grounds on May 6. 1911. High School made a good showing against the colleges and clubs. In all. she made 10 points in the meet. Gordon Sparks and Lee Poe each made 5 points. Gordon Sparks established a new record when he made the 880 yards run in 2 minutes to 1-5 seconds-Lee Poe broke his 440 yard record which he had established three days before and made it in 56 2-5 seconds In the relay race for the A. A. U. cup. High School came in second just C) feet behind the Birmingham V. M. C. A. This alone shows the good running of the team. So we see that the track team which represents the High School has had great success this year and we sincerely hope that they will keep up the good work. ATHLETICS. AND WHY. As the school year draws to its close and the curtain slowly descends on its athletic activities, one is forced to stop and consider what the athletics of the past year have meant to the students of the High School and whether «� r not they have accomplished the results desired. Many would unhesitatingly answer “Yes, ’ to the above cpiestions for they would reason. Have we not had successful teams, have we not captured state championships, have we not ac- complished what we set out to do? But here is exactly where we may be mistaken. Let 11s see. True, we have accomplished what has been mentioned above, but before answering definitely, let us consider two questions: viz., the place athletics and systematic physical training, should hold in an institution like the Birmingham High School and the results from such athletic activity properly conducted. From the standpoint of one who has been vitally interested in all the phases of youth’s activities, athletics without a doubt, deserve a foremost place. Many make the mistake of over-emphasizing this branch of relief for surplus energy, while others go to the opposite extreme and never drink at the fountain of its benefits. Athletics are. however, absolutely necessary in a thoroughly rounded-out system of education. They should have their prescribed place in the course of study, and every boy and girl should be compelled to take part in them and be given credit for the same. This does not necessarily mean, that all athletics have to be of a competitive nature, but it does mean that every boy and girl needs that form of recreation and exhilaration which results from participation in healthy, clean and wholesome play, in order to properly withstand the heavy mental pressure which is constantly being brought to bear on his or her nervous system-We have far from educated our children when we semi them forth witii a diploma in their hand but impaired mentally and physically to engage in the great battle of life. The world no longer has a place for the physically weak and degenerate, no matter how intellectual and well educated they may be. ()ur boys and girls deserve more than this, and with this idea in view, the physical department has endeavored at all times to give as many of the students as possible a chance to become educated physical!) as well as mentally. Many who needed help the most could not receive it because of the pressure of their studies and school activities. The department will never be able to reach these cases until sys- f I temalic physical training is made compulsory for every hoy and girl and given the place it deserves in the educational system. Therefore, 1 repeat that • athletics and systematic physical training have a definite place, the same as any of the academic studies, in the educational system and that they should neither be over nor under emphasized. They should be a part of a harmonious whole. This has been the object sought b the department. From the standpoint of the contestant. let us glance over a few of the results which are derived. First of all. in order to become a good athlete, one has to live a clean life physically as well as mentally. Many of the habits so commonly enjoyed have to he given up. and so enters the element of self-sacrifice. Again, personal desires have to be laid aside for the good of the team, and thus team work is developed. that characteristic which is to play so great a part in the athlete's after life. This is not easy to accomplish and often a hard battle has to be fought, before the result is obtained, but it is absolutely necessary and must be forthcoming. Then comes that element of courage and determination. Many a time the battle seems to be going the wrong way and there seems an easier course to follow. but the athlete must not show the white feather, he must be courageous, must stick to bis task and do his share. This is often very difficult and one has to school and train himself constantly in order to accomplish it. “Anyone can laugh when the tight goes right. But it takes a M AX to smile when things go wrong. And so we may enumerate the various qualities which an athlete must develop and possess in order to be successful. A few more important ones are: courtesy, cleanliness, endurance, submission to the will of others and fair play, all of which are equally essential and which must be available when the demand arises. But still athletics would be of little value if tlie principles learned on the field and on the gridiron were not practiced in daily life- 1 am firmly convinced that athletics when properly conducted and practiced, make a boy better fit to live, better fit to be a companion, better fit to be an example for others, and better fit to do liis share toward helping others live lives that will he of service not only to themselves, but to humanity. I like that poem of Edmund Vance Cook entitled “How Did You Die. in which the idea of grit, determination, gameness and fairness are so admirably portrayed. Did you tackle that trouble as it came vour way With a resolute heart and cheerful. Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, a trouble's a ton or a trouble's an ounce. Or a trouble is just what yon make it. For it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts. But only, how did you take it? “You’re beaten to earth. Well, well, what's that. Come up with a smiling face. It's nothing against you to fall down flat. But to lie there, that's the disgrace. Why. the harder you’re thrown, the higher you’ll bounce. Be proud of the blackened eye. For it isn’t the fact that you're whipped that counts, But how did you fight, and why. “And though ye he done to death, what then. If you hauled the best that you could ? If you played your part in the world of men. Why the critic will call it good. Death comes with a crawl or comes with a pounce. And whether lie’s slow or spry, It isn’t the fact that you're dead that counts. But only, how did you die? 1 5i And from the standpoint of the supporter, athletics develop a sense of loyalty to the school which, if carried on further in life, means loyalty to the city, state and finally the nati n: they develop a spirit of ninty and demand co-operation and team work for a common purpose, all of which are indispensable to any institution. The above principles have been those underlying the athletic work of the High School for the past two years and if the work of the department and of the representative teams, has been a success, it has been because some of them have taken root and borne fruit. The winning of contests was at the first a secondary object but gradually as the students representing the school, became imbued with the above mentioned spirit and entered their contests with a determination to fight their hardest, a clean and consistent fight, victories naturally resulted. Phis kind of success has always been welcome and my earnest desire is that the representatives of the school in the future will ever continue to carry the Crimson and White to victory by ever increasing strong, manly, persistent and clean work. In conclusion. I wish to thank Mr. Brown, every member of the faculty. Mr. Dimmitt especially, and the hoys and girls of the High School, for their never failing loyalty, co-operation and support at all times, during the past year, towards making the work what I firmly believe it has been, an all around success. Respectfully. G. X. Messer. BASKETBALL. Although four out of the eight men on the varsity team were new men this year, we turned out a team in basketball which High School ought to be proud of. Captain Hood led the septad to ten victories and only lost two games. These were to Auburn and Louisiana State University, 'file Louisiana game was lost by a score of 23 to 22 or by one point. Just think of it. if we had played one more minute we might have won the game! 'file score of the Auburn game was 33 to 22- This was on Auburn's court, and this defeat was equalized by the victory over them on our lads' court. Among the most important victories were those over University of Georgia. W etumpka. Columbus High School. Auburn and Nashville Athletic C lub. The victory over W’etumpka is very significant as they chimed that they had won the I‘rep. championship when High School claimed it 09-To. This year's basketball season has been the most successful from every standpoint during the existence of the school. They even surpassed the previous team of 09-10 which won the Prep championship of that year. W e see that High School was not satisfied to defeat Preparatory schools of the state, but even tackled the leading Universities of the South. These teams were far out of High School’s class, hut due to the excellent coaching of Mr. Messer, and the fast work of the men. added to the old fighting spirit, which always prevails, we not only held our own. but in most cases came out ahead. At the end of the season, the Preparatory championship was claimed, and as in football, no one dared to contest. Taking this into consideration, as well as the comparison of points that High School made against all her opponents, we see that we ought to be proud of the eight hoys who made up our basketball team. These eight boys were: L. Hood (capt.). L. Strange. 1 . Meadow. Y. Scaright. (I. Harsh. M. Xiel-minski. J. Goldstein, and H- 'Tribble. The scores for the games arc as follows: Dec. 23— W’uodlawn hid. . _ --•3 11. H.S. 86 1 )cc. 31 — Univ. of Georgia -24 11. H.S. 46 Jan. 7— W’oodlawn hid. __ __ 11 11. H. S. 86 Jan. 14— etumpka —20 11. H.S. 48 Jan. 17— I Pham Y. M. C. A. Reserves .-14 15. H .S. Jan. 21 — UolumbusfGa.) H. S. •—24 11. H.S 56 Feb . a— Auburn 21 15. II. S. 20 Feb. 11— Louisiana S. I’ni. 2 15. H. S. 22 Feb. id— Nashville Ath. Clul __25 15. H.S. 40 Feb. 17 Anniston Pres. Col.__ 7 15. II. S. r 4 Feb. 21 — Enlsev II. S. 16 15. H.S. 25 Feb. 25— Auburn 33 15. H.S. 22 Opponents 231 54 At the end of the season the team got together and elected Wilson Sea-right as next year's captain. We all know of his splendid playing this year and are certain that he will lead the 11 - 12 to success. FOOTBALL. ()n the morning of ()ctober 10th. the sun dawned bright. It was on that day that the squad of fellows, lined up for their first game, came against the heavier squad that was to represent I loward. Everywhere excitement reigned. for on this game the team was to establish its position in football. t 3 30 o'clock the shrill whistle of the referee announced that the game was on. At the very first the B. H. S. supporters had a chance to cheer, for Ziel-minski. the Flving Dutchman. start-the game to rolling by a touchdown from the 85-yard line. It was this way all through the game. When the last quarter was over the score stood 33 to 0 in favor of B. H. S. This was only the beginning of a great success. On October 1 the Alumni of 15. H. S. were defeated by the 'varsity by a score of 34 to o. On October 19 another goose egg was presented, and this time it was given to the Owenton 1 raining School. The •score of this game was 18 to o. In this game Zicl-niinski was the star, as usual, and Word helped him in this department bv his line plunges. Phe next game was placed in (lads den. This game was fought lnrd I vh by Disque and High School. but this only made our hovs nvsre determined to win. The following Monday they were received with great applause by the student bodv when it was announc-rd that High School had defeated the Disque High School by the score of 29 to o- The next Saturday Tuscaloosa High School was added to the downfallen when they were defeated bv 15 too. It has been said that this game was one of the prettiest games ever played bv the locals on their own gridiron. High School was outweighed, but aided by � his ohl fighting spirit, they overcame Tuscaloosa. On November ;. the dav was not so pretty as on October 10th. for it had rained the night before and drizzled all that morning. In this mud and water the High School plaved the I niversitv of Alabama Reserves in Tuscaloosa. For the first three quarters of the game neither side could score and it looked as if the game was to be o to o. About 5 minutes before the last quarter was over, after a few line plunges. the ball rested on the 23-vard line •� tho Reserves and from there the Dutchman made a placement kick fmm a difficult ?mde and thereby won the game for Hi«b. Disque Hi h School broke the r od «i eM bv makin a touch down 00 the local gridiron. Here a ain th« strength of the High School prevailed and they won over Disque bv 11 to 6. Bessemer was the next given the goose egg on November 22. at the Fair Grounds. Two da vs later the team went to Auburn and met with their Waterloo. Although the Auburn Reserves outweighed our men bv 22 pounds to the man. our lad did not give in. and it was not until the latter part of the game that Auburn c ndd seore. After thi the Highs fought for their lives and the never-failing toe of Xielminski kicked '• placement goal from the 3ward line. This score of 6 to 3 ought to he and will ever be c« unted as a real victory for the Birmingham High. High School now claimed the Pr� n. championship • f the state. If anv rther school thought that thev ought to have had it they were afraid to sav s So from this and from tiie standard we see that High School easily won it and was in every way entitled to it. So. taking it all together we see that the High School was represented by a team which they ought to be proud of-'Khe men that made their B’s in this squad were T. Wingo (captain). M. Ziclminski, J. Goldstein. L. Barker. (1. Wood. C . Harsh. W. Searight. L. Poe. R. Green, G. Holcombe. C. Robinson. X. Neville. L. Botsai. W. Wilkcrson, J. McClaney, B. Hodge. L. Morton. L. Strange, and A. Stockmar- The scores of the games are as follows : Oct. to— Howard Reserves 0 B.H.S. 33 Oct. 14— Alumni B. 11. S. _ - 0 n n s. 34 Oct. 19— () wen ton Reserves— 0 B.H.S. 18 Oct. 22— 1 )isque H. S. 0 B.H.S. 29 ()ct. 29— Tuscaloosa H. S 0 B. H.S—15 • 'oy. 5— I Hi. of Ala. Reserves. 0 B.H.S. 3 Nov. 1 ? — Disquc H. S Nov. 22— 6. B. H.S. 11 Bessemer H- S. 0 B.H.S. 5 Nov. 24— Auburn Reserves ()pponents 6 12 B.. H.S. 3 151 At the end of the year Max Zielminski. the star half and quarter-back, was elected captain of the football team of 1911. To the teachers and pupils of the High School I desire again to express my sincere thanks, gratitude and love, for the manv kindnesses shown me bv each and all of you during the past year. I wish you a happy and pleasant vacation. Each one has planted another mile-stone along the journey is. life- The all important question is. What is the inscription on it? Let each one answer for himself. Truly your friend. Melville J. Carter. The Blind Man. 1 Ihe Birmingham High School was very fortunate in having with them recently 1’rofessor Edward Howard Griggs, who gave a very inspiring and interesting talk to the students. Among other interesting visitors to the school during the past month were some of Birmingham's most prominent citizens. Among the social functions recently was the luncheon given by Miss hockey Wingo in the private dining room of the High School. The graduating class of 1911 will greatly miss Mr. Neil Neville, who was compelled to leave school on account of recent illness. However, the class of 1912 will have him as one of its members. The college girls and boys are gradually returning home for their summer vacation and already a number of social functions have been planned for them. The Senior Girls' Basketball team entertained the Junior team at a luncheon 011 May 21. in the High School dining room. The captains and managers of the various teams were present. There were several talks from the girls, and an interesting one from the physical director. Mr. Messer. Among Birmingham’s representatives who enjoyed the brilliant sessions of the Third National Peace Congress at Baltimore were Misses Mary and Margaret Cameron, daughters of Major and Mrs. W illiam J. Cameron, who are students at the Woman's College. Baltimore. The Misses Cameron greatlv enjoyed attending the Peace Congress and appreciated the opportunity afforded them to see and hear many of the celebrated men and women of this country and of Europe. O11 June 3rd. the Seniors will give their class picnic at (late City Wells. Every member of the faculty is cordially invited and a very enjoyable day is anticipated. Miss Fannie Evans will leave immediately after graduation for Auburn to attend the commencement dances. 'flic many friends of Miss Mary Smith will regret very much to hear of the serious illness of her mother. Her absence from school is due to that cause. The High School track team crowned itself with glory in the big intercollegiate track meet recently held at the Fair Grounds by capturing points from its older and more experienced rivals. A large majority of the success of the team was due to the presence of Miss Lucille Lenk as sponsor and Misses Marv Wagner, Lois Brown. Alberta Rogers. Lydia Eustis and Sal-lie Evens as maids. The annual interclass track meet proved a decided success. The Seniors had little difficulty in winning by a large majority of points- The Senior sponsor was Miss Sallie Evens, whose maids were Misses Cecilia Mc-Crossin. Fannie Evans, Carol Jackson, Lois Brown and Alberta Rogers. Miss Alberta Rogers entertained a number of her Senior classmates at a spend-lhc-day party on Saturday. May 20. The Senior class colors, red and white, were carried out very prettily. A doll dressed in cap and gown, holding ribbons to which the place cards were attached, served as an appropriate centerpiece. . Among the delightful luncheons given by the Senior girls was that of Misses Pauline Strickland and Lockey Wingo. April 14. t'911. in the High School dining room. The color scheme was artistically carried out in yellow and white. On Saturday evening. April 24th. Miss Gladys Allison entertained a few of her friends at hearts. At the conclusion of the games delicious salad and ices were served. Miss Carol Jackson, a member of this year’s graduating class, expects to attend school next year at Downer College, Milwaukee. Miss Genevieve Burt was the hon-orec at a beautiful surprise dinner party in the private dining room of the Florence. Those present were Misses Genevieve Burt. Florence Codin. Lydia Fustis. Kathleen Moore, Marguerite Sibley, and Messrs. Harry White. Lu-cien Hood. Wilson Searight. Harry Gaines. William Sanneman. On Wednesday. May 10th. Misses Bessie Kvans. Alice Jones. Elizabeth Russell, and Messrs. Wilmorc Cox and William Hcidt were invited to a lovely dinner party given as a surprise to Mr. Stewart Coleman on his birthday. Mr. Leon Israel has just completed the entrance examinations to West Point, to which he received the appointment. B. II. S. had a visit a few weeks ago from Mrs. Cole, who will be pleasantly remembered as Miss Jessie Wells. We are always glad to have the old B. H. S. students come to see 11s. We enjoyed a visit from Ahlen Thomas not long ago. 57 ( )nc. of the prettiest luncheons given this year by the Senior cooking class was that of Misses Amy Gourlev and Johnnie Mae Garner. The colors car-. ried.out were red and white. Miss Alma Stockmar has just returned from a visit to Montgomery. COMMENCEMENT CALENDAR. Monday. May 29, 8:30 P. M.—Annual concert by the Euterpean Club. Wednesday, May 31. 8:30 P. M.— Shakespeare play by the literary societies. Thursday. June 1.9:15 A. M—Class Day exercises of the graduating cias . Thursday. June 1. 8:15 P. M.—Annual address, Dr. Charles William Kent, University of Virginia. Presentation,of diplomas. Thursday, June t. 9:30 P. M.—Reception to graduates. • r Shakespearean Play “THE TAMING OF THE SHREW” Cast of Characters. Baplista. a rich Gentleman of Padua ____ Leo Karpeles Yincentio, an old gentleman of Pisa ___________________ Benjamin Gross Lucentio. son of Yincentio-------- ____________________Leonard Barker Petruchio. a gentleman of Verona— _______________________George Cox Gremio. a suitor to Bianca________ _____________________Reuben Lewis Hortensio. a suitor to Bianca_____ ________________________Leon Israel Tranio, a servant to Lucentio_____ ___________________Chappell Cory Biondello. a servant to Lucentio__ _______________________Wilmore Cox Grumio, a servant to Petruchio____ _____________________Thomas Wingo Curtis, a servant to Petruchio____ _________________Florence Wright A Pedant________________Clyde Vance Katharina. daughter to Baplista___ _________________ Marguerite Todd Bianca, daughter to Baptista------ ________________________Alice Jones A widow____________Ella Louis Ward Tailor, haberdasher, and servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio Wo are glad to number among our exchanges the following papers: Crimson and White, 1'niversity of Alabama. “The Argus Hot Springs. Ark. “The Raysonian, New York. “The Monthly Chronicle. Near Alexandria. Ya. Echo. Hope, Ark. Comet, Selma. Ala. Blue and White. Savannah. Ga. Mirror, Lima. ()hio. B- C. Observer, Owenton. Ala. The Athenian. Athens. Ala. Record. St. Louis, .Mo. The Radiant. Wilson. X. C. Maroon and White. Chattanooga, -Tenn. The Referee. Highland Park. 111. Hilltop. Jersey City. The Mountaineer, Sevvanee. Tenn. The Wiregrassian, Hartford. Ala. Daily Maroon, Chicago. The Oracle. Jacksonville. Fla. Boomerang. Longmont, Colo. Gazette. Lynn, Mass. “Could anyone, love, come between us?’ He asked in accents tender: “Well.” spoke the young brother under the lounge. They‘d have to be awfully slender.” Hill— Well, I guess this cold spell froze all the peaches.” Miss Priss—“Yes, I surely froze. They say, Love makes the world go around!” And may it never cease-Quite true, but please remember that Money’s the axle grease. 58 Do you know how to raise pigs? asked the commissioner. Yes. was the answer. What do you feed them on? Feed ’em on corn. In the ear?” No. in the mouth. When 1 die, bury me deep, Put my Latin book at my feet: Put my Algebra on my breast. And tell mv folks I’ve gone to rest. Little Willie—“What’s a safety match. Papa? Mr. Henpeck— A safety match, son. is when a bald-headed man marries an armless woman.” I’eacher— Name three strong nouns.” Bright Pupil— Onions, garlic and limburger.” She's sleeping neath the daisies. She’s resting peacefully now: There’s always something doing When a freight train meets a cow. As they paddled along in a nook. Said she: Why, Algernon, look! In that oak, I declare, I see mistletoe there,” And the crew fished them out with a hook. They strolled through the woodland. Thinking to draw out conversation, he said, Do you know, when 1 come out. all nature seems to smile? The sweet young thing looked up at him and said. “Well, it’s a wonder she doesn’t laugh outright. 1 1 Women’s faults are many. But men have only two— Everything they say and Everything they do. “Wo meet to part no more.” said the bald-headed man to the hair brush. 'I'eacher—“In early days in England, there was an overlord and a vassal- Who can tell me wtiat the vassal's wife was called? Student—“Yassaline.” Beneath the moon he told his love. The color left her cheeks, But on the shoulder of his coat It showed up plain for weeks. In the city are two well known persons by the names Helen” and “Paradise. The following was heard over the phone: “Hello, is this Paradise?” “No. this is Helen.” “Johnny, what figure of speech is this: ’I love my teacher’?” Sarcasm.” Teacher in Physics—“Has the absolute zero been found yet?” Smart Student—“Yes. sir.” Teacher “When? I never heard of it.” Student (sadly)—“On my report. There are meters of accent, There are meters of tone. But the best of all meters Is to meter alone. A farmer once pastured a man's calf and at the end of the agreed time announced that the bill would be $7.00. but that he was willing to take the calf and call it square. “Well,” said the owner. “I tell you what I'll do. You keep the calf two weeks longer and you can have her. A class pin owned and a class pin loaned Is a common thing to see: But to get one back, alas! alack! Is a durned hard thing for me. A small boy was to recite on graduation day the famous poem which begins : At midnight in his guarded tent. The Turk lay dreaming of the hour. W hen Greece, her knees in suppliance bent. Should tremble at his power. When the time came for him to recite, the youngster arose and began nobly: “At midnight in his guarded tent. The Turk lay dreaming of the hour. When Greece, her knee------ Here his memory failed him. Greece, her knee---- he repeated, but could get no farther. He tried it several times without result and when in the last hope his memory would return, he had yelled: Greece her knees! The professor peered over his spectacles and said encouragingly : “Grease her knees again, 'fed. and maybe she'll go then.' • Robert— When will the alphabet have 25 letters? Ruth—“When I and I are one. I guess. (The above is not a very bad way to spring it on her. ) Seniors were born for great things. Sophs were born for small. But it is not recorded Why Ereshmen were born at all. My bonnet spreads over the ocean. My bonnet spreads over the sea. For a bonnet that spreads over the side walk Isn’t half enough bonnet for me.. Is there a man around here with one leg named Smith? I dunno, what’s the name of his other leg? A freshman stood on the burning deck. As far as we can learn. He stood in perfect safety— He was too green to burn. John— Paw. what’s the rest of tlie quotation, ‘Truth is mighty—’?” Father- ‘Scarce.’ 1 reckon.” Judge—“Do you plead ‘guilty’ or ‘not guilty ?” I key—‘‘Which vas der cheapest?” “Do you keep hose? the lady asked. The bashful clerk grew red: “Full length or half?” he blushing asked, Oh. fifty feet.” she said. Well, old sport, how do you feel?’ I've just eaten a plate of ox-tail soup and I feel bully.” That’s nothing. I’ve just eaten a plate of hash, and I feel just like everything. Little boy. Cigarette. Sad end— Smoking yet. Knglish Girl— You American girls haven’t such healthy complexions as we have I cannot understand why our noblemen take such a fancy to your white faces. American Girl— It isn’t our white faces that attract them, my dear: it’s our green backs.” A young man in college, having received some brandied peaches from his aunt, wrote his thanks, saying: I didn’t care for the peaches, but I liked the spirit in which they were sent.” American Tourist (at Vesuvius)— “Great snakes! It reminds me of hell.” English Tourist—“My goodness! I low these Americans do travel! Knicker— Who is your favorite author? Locker—“My father. Knicker— What did he ever write?” Locker—“Checks.” Grandmother— When your grandfather was courting me he always used to kiss me on the brow. Granddaughter- If a man kissed me on the brow, I’d just call him down a bit.” bo Friend— In what course does vour son finish? Father—“In the course of time, by the looks of things. Prof.—Name one of the greatest books that has been produced in all the world.” Flippant Pupil— John 1). Rockefeller’s bank book.” Prof.— But you could hardly call that a classic.” Pupil— Oh, I don't know, it is certainly Standard works. I’eacher—“An Indian’s wife is called a squaw. What is an Indian’s baby called?” Bright Kid—“A squawker, I guess.’’ Little Lov from Georgia—“Do you want a pet monkey?” Little Girl from Alabama— Oh, but this is so sudden.” Skipper—“What would you say if I should kiss your hand? Cor-ne—“Well, I should consider it very out of place. Teacher—“Who was the greatest inventor?” Robbv— Oh. Pat Pending. I guess, I see his name on more things than that of any one else.” Bill— How is the cheapest way to feed a horse? John— With the bridle on. of course. Then he can’t eat a bit.” Fair Customer- “Is this color fast and really genuine?” Gallant Shop Assistant—“As genuine as the roses on your cheeks, madam. Fair Customer—“H'm: F.r—show me something else, please.” Teacher— Do you know anything about the immigration laws?” Student— Sure, any nation is welcome in this country but Carrie.” Instructor— When was the revival of learning?” Pupil— Before the last exams. I Teacher—“Why is it. Viall, that you are so far behind in your school work ? Viall—“In order to pursue my studies ' Karl (passionately—“I press my suit on bended knees ' Jessie (icily)—“Haven't you an ironing board?” Fond Mother—“1 think that Jacob’s youth is too forward. You should sit on him once in a while.” Oh You Sweet Monde—“I do. mother. and he seems to enjoy it immensely ’ “Earl, dear. I don’t believe you love me any more.” sighed Miss Rhodes, as the tears glistened in her eyes. “Why. my darling?” protested the youth. “Well,” sobbed the tender little maiden, it only tut-tut-took you fifteen mun-mun-minutes to say goodbye lul-lul-last night.” Society Belle—“Why are men so obervant when choosing a wite? Sensible Man—“Because, madam, everyone knows that this is an age of imitation.” Wise Parent— I never allow my daughter to go out walking these days. “Why is that?” “She might get son-struck.’’ Oh. the meanness of a Junior when he’s mean, Oh, the leanness of a Senior when lie’s lean ; But the meanness of the meanest, And the leanness of the leanest Are not in it with the greenness of a Freshman when lie’s green. Learned Soph.—“I just read of a hair-raising incident. Innocent Fresh.—“What was that?” Soph.—“Danderine.” PRAYER OF A FRESHMAN. Now I lay me down to rest. For tomorrow’s awful test: If I die before I wake. Thank Heaven, I’ll have no exams to take. A PERFECT MARVEL. “How is your sister getting on with the piano?” “First rate. She can already play with both hands and she says that before long she will be able to play with her ear. RECIPE FOR FLUNKS. Take a string of bluffs, stir in one pound of thin excuses, add a few class parties, sift in a little time for athletic enthusiasm, flavor well with moonlight bottled during evening strolls, boil well, stir before using, and serve hot at end of each term. OR AT THE PAJAMA COUNTER. Manager—“We want only wideawake boys in our store, madam: I’m afraid your son is too sleepy. Parent—“Couldn’t you put him in the alarm clock department? HER APPROPRIATE NAME. Little Freddy- Dad. there’s a girl at our school whom we call ■Postscript’.” Dad—“Whatever do you call her ‘Postscript’ for?” Little Freddy— ’Cos her name is Adeline Moore.” 61 Senior Klip— I've got a plan to make a million dollars on one sale. Senior Pert—“How, smarty? Senior Flip—“To bu von for what you’re worth and sell you for what you think you're worth. ist Senior (preparing grammar lesson)—“Say. tell me what 'woman' is in this sentence. 2nd Senior— (). just remember that woman is always a figure of speech. Selig— Yes. I kissed her when she wasn't looking. Kalem— hat did she do? Selig— She wouldn't look at me any more that night. A young woman from the Hast who married a Seattle man. recently had a novel experience when she engaged her first C hinese cook. What's your name? she asked when the preliminaries had been settled. My name Hong Long Lou. said the Celestial with much gravity. Vnd I am Mrs. Harrington Richard Buckingham. said the new employer. I am afraid 1 shall never be able to remember your name, it is so long. I shall call you John. All light. returned the Chinaman, with a slight smile, your name too longee, too. 1 eallie you Charlie. — Ex. Fizzle— Say. Mut. who gave you that black eye? Wilkerson—■“Nobody gave it to me. 1 had to try Bobbin' to get it. Miss Mannish (buying a revolver)—-Don't you think a six-shooter is the best protection from burglars? Clerk—Well, no. I think a six-footer is better. It was at the joint debate. The debater was arguing. Now is the time— strike! strike! strike! or it will be too late! Voice in rear— Aw. it's already too late. Sit down. You’re struck out. Husband— What! Twenty-five dollars for that hat! It is a sin! Wife— Well, the sin will be on my head. ------ Bill lones stoic a saw and on his trial he told the judge thal he only took it as a joke. How far did you get with it? asked the judge. Two miles. answered the prisoner. Ah! Mr. Jones, that is carrying a joke too far. said the judge, and the prisoner received his sentence. Do you think your husband died happy? I have no doubt about it. He was killed by a foul ball from the bat of a favorite player. ' A doctor, attending a wit who was very ill. apologized for being late one day by saying he had to stop to see a man that had fallen down a well. “Did he kick the bucket, doctor?' groaned the incorrigible wit- Teacher—In this sentence 'I have the book’, in what case does ‘the book' belong?’ Senior—“Why. in the book case, of course! It happened in one of Birmingham’s most famous theatres, the Alamo. The heroine murmured. “I am looking for the best looking man on earth. “Ah! discovered,’’ groaned Frank I‘a pot as lie hid behind his seat. “You are a nuisance. I’ll commit you. said an offended judge to a noisy person in court. You have no right to commit a nuisance. said the offender. “Why were you absent from school? asked the teacher of a little Freshman. I don’t know exactly, but Papa said I had the ‘blind tigers’. (blind staggers.) A murder occurred in a negro restaurant. A negro eye-witness was on the stand testifying. Ife had just told the judge that lie had seen one negro coming in the door. The judge interrupted him. “Did you take recognition. Sam? Said Sam. “Maw, suh. I jes took ham and aigs—that wuz a cheap restaurant. George Cox was singing a cute little song entitled, “I'm Alabama Bound.” Leonard Barker also is chanting the sweet refrain, And I love to be with Dixie. Hooray, hooray! Policeman (to a clubman returning home late)—“Here! you can't open the door with that! It’s your cigar. Clubman—“Great Scott! Then I have smoked my latch-key. Teacher— What characters of whom you have read remind you of L’Allegro and II Penseroso? Senior—“Happy Hooligan and Gloomy Gus. SENIOR FOOLS. ()ne didn’t know that the gun was loaded: one got in an odd man with two gentlemen; one rocked the boat; one thought he would pass in Math 8. NIGHTMARES. 230. The long-suffering ink bottle really broke. 103. Brutus killed Ceasar on page one hundred eleven- 229. Miss Thornton reached school at 8:45. 231. Miss Brown reached school at 8:00. 232. The demerit supply is exhausted. 334. Mr. MetIlatherv advised 11s not to study the last three weeks. 308. To cross the threshold changed one into a Freshman. Summer school continues. THE JOURNEY TO THE “LAND OF DIPLOMAS.” Just four years ago, the Senior Class of 1911 started on its journey to the Land of Diplomas ' The first day’s trip lay through “Freshman Land.” which consists of happy, airy meadows. thickly strewn with flowers and songs of birds and patches of wheat and corn and rye. A silvery stream of self-sacrifice, interrupted now and then bv a “Blount stone of selfishness, meanders in little curves and “Sallie”-s along the way. refreshing all with its “Waters. Scattered through the fields were gay. black-eyed “Susr.n -s, woodsy sweet “ illiam -s fresh witch- Hazel -s. the bright colored Joseph’s” coat and many other dowers. varying in color from a “Blanche'”-d white to the deepest “Helen” pink. Many boys and girls were scattered over the field, enjoying the flowers and gathering the wheat and corn, for each must deposit his share in the “Garner” before his day’s work was finished. All things were bright and happy. Time sped quickly, night came on, and the first day’s journey to the “Land of Diplomas” was ended. The next day. bright and early, most of the party were awake and ready to resume the way : although t � the regret of all. some still slept in the alluring “Freshman Land.” This day’s journey was not so pleasant or short as that of the first, as the path lay through “Strange woods instead of flowery fields. The children felt that they had entered a more Strickland.” It was 64 necessary to W ade through “Meyer'”-s and surmount sharp and Hud-dle(d)stonc -s and to cross three distinct stretches of “Brown mud and to tread down the thick shu-“McCros-sin -g the road. At last the weary children came to an open space “ )r-cutt in the woods. Here they saw two ildsmiths working at their anvils in a Stallworth seeing, as it was filled with new. shining horseshoes. Each boy and girl had to push through the woods and attain one of these by nightfall if he expected to finish the Sophomore Realm” and begin on the Junior March the next day. The successful children took their rewards, and dropping down on the cool grass, watched the Sparks” fly up from the anvil. ()ne by one they fell asleep: the stars came out in the heavens: peaceful night had closed in on the second day of the march to the Land of Diplomas. On the morning of the third day only about two-thirds of the party were willing to continue. This day’s work consisted in finding and going through Junior Castle. This was easily found, and. as they had their horseshoe passes the Abbot” was willing to “Grant” them admission. But this was not all. He told them to study the pictures on the walls as they passed through, and that each one who could not discuss them intelligently at the end of the tour would have to remain another day. He warned them that this was a heavy task, but not beyond their power: as only a few had to stay behind each day. Accordingly most of the little “Gourleys and all the boys with the exception of a few growlers and one “Barker” applied themselves diligently to the task. The pictures on the walls covered the realms of art. literature and science. Among the statesmen were “Oliver” Cromwell, “Louis” XIV and the “August” Roman emperors; in the lines of the priests were Pope “Gregory.” St. “Prances and the prophets of Israel”: among the philanthropists were “Benjamin” Franklin and “Cecil Rhodes: from the realm of poets were “Thomas” Moore and Poe”; from the musicians were Wagner” and “Florence Nightingale: among the great women of the world were pictured Queen Anne. Empress Josephine . Irene of Russia. Louise of Prussia and even the Divine “Sara”; finally in a class to itself was a stately portrait of Lord “Chester'field. Most of the party learned these faces during the day. and two little girls named “ Forbes and Waldhorst learned them all. So the “Abbot opened the door of the cold dark castle and set the wear workers free in the happy meadows before it. So ended the third and longest day of the Journey to the Land of Diplomas. When the survivors of the three days’ travel awoke on the fourth day. they saw before them the verdant slone of “Senior Hill. iust beyond which lay their long-desired goal. With eager steps they rushed forward and began the steep ascent. But the way grew hard, the sun beat hot. ma i' stumbled, some fell: and it w s with slow steps that any reached the top. Though the climbing of this hill was the hardest work of the whole journev. it was the most pleasant because it rose above the shadows of drudgery and shone in the sunlight of “Grace and dignity. On the other hand there was a very disagreeable feature connected with this hill. At its far base, iust outside the “Land of Diplomas was a “Blackwell of Tests at which each individual must drink a full cup before entering the promised land. This draught is known to have a peculiar fatality to some constitutions and accordingly was much dreaded. Still on. on pushed the weary travellers. It seemed as if they would never reach the well. The last rays of the May sun were slowly fading from the “West. Pensive night cast her sombre smile over vale and Lee (lea). Responsive nature was wrapt in restful dreams. Nothing “Harsh or Gross marred the still peacefulness. Each little Sparrow had sought its nest and every gay song-bird bad ceased its happy Carol.” warbling itself to sleep among its native “Bowers. The last church “Bell had rung its chime into the drowsy ear of night. Nature’s “Self” seemed lost in dreams. All things were Wright (right). The difficult Riddle of how to get there had been solved and the class of 191 had reached the Land of Diplomas.” Courtenay C. Hanson. it. DER DOUGHNUT HOLE. Mine fadder was a baker man. Mit doughnuts he did meddle: Small greasy ones, mit holes inside; Deni tings he made me peddle. We bought der holes lint mixed de dough Dem greasy tings was made of. Until vun day mine fadder say. Ach! bankruptcy I’m ’(raid of. Und den tinks I und says, says I. Mine fadder. dot can’t be yet. Der reason de wolf iss at der door. Dem holes iss too leedle, you see yet- i’ll puy some holes vot bigger iss Und den der dough you’ll save, yes.” Ach! such a son no man could haf. Mine fadder said, “so brave, yes. But den be tinks und saivs. says he Mine son. you iss mistooken. And yet alas! mine fadder cried. “Der why you haf o’erlooken. Why don’t you see real quick, says he. Dot we will use more dough, yes. To go around a bigger hole Dan vun what’s leedle: so. yes? We argued dis und argued dal But nceder vun did gain. vat. Und by dis time. I tink you know Dal we iss hot’ insane, -vat!” _ A SONG OF THE HIGH SCHOOL. Now this is a song of the High School And how the Fates, one and all,. Decree that he without sixty-five Must try it again next fall. “Don’t cross a bridge till you come to it” I'hrough the ages rings the call: Hilt some never got to Caesar’s bridge, So must try it again next fall. Some bumped their heads in “solid” Math, And couldn’t see through it at all; A Hunk on final test they made, So must try it again next fall. Some were “shocked” in physics to find More “minus” than “plus in all: They never “attracted” good marks, alas ! So must try it again next fall. But from the Seniors, mighty ones, There comes the joyful call. “We’re through, we’re through, we’re through, we’re through— And we won’t be back next fall!” A. C. . it. THE MUSIC GOD. One Saturday morning as I sat in the y irden under a huge oak poring over Cicero’s orations. I began to nod despite my efforts not to gn to sleep. But suddenly the air was filled with the most beautiful music I ever heard and I imagined the source of the heavenly strains to be a beautiful maiden or youth with a lyre on his knee. Determined to find this wonderful musician. I ran down a flight of spotless. marble steps into an old-fashioned garden surrounded bv boxwood hedges and laid out in rows of marigold, geraniums. lavender and hollyhocks. I searched this qaint spot for my charmer. but in vain. The melodv seemed to come from the south, somewhere beyond the flower realm. Eluded by the melodious call of the music god, 1 followed a winding path which led in and out among the flower beds to a little opening in the hedge. I crawled through, to find myself on the shore of the Aegean Sea. where many a sailor had lost his life while endeavoring to find the same music I was seeking. The little boat, dancing on the waters seemed to invite me to jump in and pursue the music farther. No sooner had 1 done so. than black clouds filled the sky and the hard winds tossed the little skiff from side to side. There was no way to return now. and I had to drift on in constant fear. I steered for a huge rock which I discerned in the distance, but there was no hope, the wind had capsized the beat and under I went. I felt that I should drown the next moment, when loi—I awoke to see be fore me a man with an organ, the source of those sublime strains; and a monkey was pulling at my sleeve to let me know that it was raining and that I was getting drenched. Florence Strange, ’it. ADVICE FROM ONE WHO KNOWS. He and 1 were sitting there Dreaming day dreams ver fair. He in accents soft and tender Asked me why 1 wasn’t slender. “Oh. the nerve.” said I alarmed. “Some with me are very charmed. You know other boys would say I'm as slender as a fav. “Oh. ” said he quite wreathed in smiles, “I should rather walk you miles Than to love you just like that, You’re so very, very fat. Such you see will be her fate ho adores her chocolate. So. dear girls, I warn you now. Do get thin, no matter how! Leona Loveman. '12. AIR-SHIP SAL. The boys are singing Steamboat Bill ’ But you never hear a gal. So put a tune t this one. girls. And then sing “Air-ship Sal.” The crowd had gathered all the morn To see the air-ships fly, For Air-ship Sal had promised them She’d kiss the skv or die. fust as the clock was striking three Sal stepped upon the grass. Her dainty limbs encased in furs. Her flashing eyes, in glass. lust as she climbed into her place A manly voice cried loud, “Come. Sallie and I’ll race with you To yonder silver cloud.” Come on. cried Sal as she surveyed The man from gav Paris. Just step into your monoplane, And take a race with me.’ The little Frenchman made a bow 'That put ( Jaston’s all to shame. And then got in his airy craft To plough the airy main. I'p, up, they went into the sky While forty old maids fainted. To see them look like two black specks L'pon the white clouds painted. lust then, just how, will ne’er be learned. The Frenchman's craft went wrong, And down he started for the earth Like lightning from a storm. But Sallie saw his downward rush As he passed her like a flash, And after him she turned her craft To save his hones from hash. As his machine was sadly damaged And hers in good reapair. She passed him like a thunderbolt While they were in mid air. And as he left his falling wreck, The crowd held tight its breath, For Air-ship Sal sailed under him, And saved his life from death. And as she slowly sailed to earth. The half-dead man above her, These words came fiercely from his lips, Je t aime, Oui, Oui. 1 love her.’’ As ir-ship Sal was single. And the Frenchman’s wife in France, They hurriedly sought a minister And took life’s greatest chance. Chappell Corv. Jr.. ’13. THE PROCESS DF EVOLUTION. A VRCSHMAN SOPHOMORE JUNIOR L SENIOR DEPARTMENT Motto: Let us strike a higher strain. Paulo maiora canamus. Colors: Red and White. OFFICERS. President ---------------------------Thomas Garner Wingo Vice-President ------------------ Mary Elizabeth Bradshaw Corresponding Secretary------- Mary Elizabeth Forbes Recording Secretary_____________Griffith Rutherford Harsh Treasurer -------------------------- Pryor McNeill Grant Historian............................ Josie Bell Wilson Statistician ----------------------Benjamin Samuel Gross Prophet _____________________________Fannie Adams Evans Essayist----------------------- Courtenay Cordelia Hanson Orator -------------------------------- Joseph Leon Israel Poet ----------------------------- nita Caroline Waldhorst Pianist ------------------------------------------Sallie Mae Wade r 8 JOSEPH STYLES MERRILL Died June 4, 1908 In memory of one whom the Class of 1911 have missed through three years of their High School life,—one whom we loved and admired for his brave, sweet spirit and noble mind. The boyish presence, the sunny smile —the reflection of a buoyant nature— are with us, one of the fondest mem-cries of the past. THCMAS GARNER WINGO. President. He was a man, take him f« r all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. MARY ELIZABETH BRADSHAW. Vice-President. “What tender force, what dignity divine! What virtue consecrating every feature! ’ MARY ELIZABETH FORBES. Corresponding Secretary. Thy name is Mary, maiden fair The sweetest name that mortals hear. Were best befitting tliec. CCURTENAY CORDELIA HANSON. Essayist. Devoted, anxious, generous, void of guile, and with her whole heart's welcome in her smile ' JOSEPH LEON ISRAEL. Orator. “He reads much; He is a good observer, and he looks quite through the deeds of men. JOSIE BELL WILSON. Historian. “Oh. what a noble mind! BENJAMIN SAMUEL GROSS, Statistician. “Long could we seek his likeness. long in vain; Nature formed but one such man And broke the die in moulding him. 7' PRYOR McNEILL GRANT. Treasurer. It a man empties his purse into his head, no man can take it from him. ANITA CAROLINE WALDHORST. Poet. Wisdom married to immortal verse. FANNIE ADAMS EVANS. Prophet. “Her smile, her speech, her winning way, Whiled all the little boys' time away. SALLIE MAE WADE. Pianist. For she i wise, if 1 can judge of her: And fair she is. if that mine eyes be true; And true she is. as she hath proved herself. GRACE GEOHEGAN, Virtue in itself commands its happiness. Of every outward object independent. ' AMY GOURLEY. So warm with heart, so rich with mind.” JAMES DAVIS OLIVER. “The mind's the standard of the man. LULA GERTRUDE MADDOX. Modest merit has a double claim to acceptance. MABEL CLARE STALLWORTH. Her even carriage is as far from coyness As from immodesty.” 4 t 74 BLANCHE ESTELLE FRAZIER. Every trait of beauty may be referred to conic virtue, as to innocence. candor, generosity, modesty and heroism. JULIAN ERDREICH MEYER. Precious goods come in small packages.” LOUISE MARIE NEVILLE. Your wit makes wise things foolish.” WILLIAM LEE POE. “For thou art pleasant, gamesome. passing courteous. I!ut slow in speech.” 1 ALBERTA ROGERS. “The neatest, the sweetest, the trimmest little maiden. LOCKEY WINGO. “A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. ' EUGENIA BLOUNT. Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil o'er books consumed the mid night oil?” RALPH WALDO RIDDLE. On the tip of thy subduing tongue al! kinds of arguments and questions deep, all replications pr nipt and reason strong.” MARY HUDDLESTON. She was always ready with a smile straight from the heart. FRANCES OZANNE. Short and sweet. Dainty and neat.’’ ELNA SARTOR. She had a sunny nature that sought l-ike a flower, in a dark place, for the light. ALMA MARGUERITE STOCKMAR. Daughter of the gods, divinely tall. HENRY RANDOLPH THORNTON. With grave aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state. FRANCES CLYDE McPHERSON. She is pretty to walk with. And witty to talk with. And pleasant, too. to think on. SADIE TEMERSON. They well deserve to have. That know the strongest and surest way to get. 7« PAULINE ELIZABETH STRICKLAND. “Amazing brightness. purity ami truth. MARY LEE WAGNER. And indeed 1 know no one who has more friends. LLOYD GUYTON BOWERS. “In arguing, loo, his classmates Owned his skill. For even though vanquished, he would argue still. DANELLA PEARCE. She excels all women in the magic of her locks.” JACK WALTER ORCUTT. Thou art e’en as just a man as e’er my conversation copied withal.” ALBERTA CAROL JACKSON. To know her was i« love her. Love hut her, and love forever. ANNE JACOB MONTGOMERY. “She that lovcth a good hook will never want a faithful friend. 8o JOHN LEONARD BARKER. '‘Perseverance is the greatest Reman virtue. SALLIE WILL HULSEY. There is no lady in the land Like our athletic Sallie! LOIS WEIDIG BROWN. Demerits may come, demerits may go. But 1 talk on forever. CECILIA McCROSSIN. her. you do dance, I wish you A wave o' th‘ sea. that you might ever do Nothing but that. 8l JOHN GORDON SPARKES. 'Jlc'll win the victory, though it l e through tire.” HAZEL PATTIE BELL. Uncertain, coy. ami hard to please. OLIVE ERNESTINE ABBOTT. “There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.” IDA GINGOLD. Her looks do argue her replete with modesty.” INEZ THOMPSON. “She is fair an l fairer than that word.” SARA SEWELOVITZ. “Her eye W as large and dark, suppressing half its lire Until she spoke.' CHARLES CECIL SIMS. “The mildest manners with the bravest mind.” MARGARET EMMA WATERS. I11 your patience you are strong. SUSIE VIVIAN HOWARD. As changeful as April, a merry as May. As sunny in nature as a warm June day. LEE SANFORD HOOPER. He sighed to many, though he loved but one. IDA LEE BROWN. •‘Everyone hath his fault, ami lion e-sty is hers. GERTRUDE MARY TOMERLIN. “A maiden never btdd; Of spirit so still and quiet that her motion Blushed at herself. 84 I EDWARD LEATH. Ho hath eloquence of eves. MITTIE ELIZABETH BEAVERS. Your words are like the notes of dying swans. Too sweet to last. HELEN THERESA HIRSH. She that hath friends must prove herself friendly.” ANNIE MAY ZIMMERMAN. Black wore her eves as the berry that grows by the wayside. Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the dark shade of her tresses. 1 FLORA SPARROW. “That voice was wont to come iti gentle whispers. MUSCHOGA WILDSMITH. Ay; hut give me worship and quietness. 1 like it hotter than dangerous honor ' AVICE EMOND. Thy modesty’s a candle to thy merit.” ABE HENRY WILLIAMS. lie speaks an infinite deal of noth ing.” 86 ■ ■■ ■ 4 FLORENCE ETHEL WRIGHT. Whose humor, as gay as the lire fly's light Played round every subject.’ JOSEPH GOLDSTEIN. In football rout he never reeled. Hut like a rock did firm remain.” GREGEORY BILLUPS BROWN. Then try, my boy, as quickly as you can, T'assume the looks and manners of a man.’' SARAH TULLIE STRANGE. Give me Imt one curl, sweet maid. JANIE LOIS WILDSMITH. 'Tis often constancy t change' the mind. CLARKIE VAN VALKENBURG. Friendship above all ties does bind the heart, And faith in friendship is the noblest part.” 8 S ALMA DEAN SNELL. ‘'Attempt the end and never stand in doubt.” HAROLD GARNER ROWLEY. Man delights not me; no. nor woman. neither.” BESSIE GRANT BLACKWELL. As meek as a mountain daisy.” JOHNIE MAE GARNER. Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,” And though no science, fairly worth the seven.” i)0 EDITH ORRILLA WRIGHT. A fair exterior is a silent recommendation. RENA MAY POMEROY. For she's a winsome wee thing, and a bonny wee thing.” 91 Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be. The last of life, for which the first was made. Most of us realize today that it largely depends upon the way we have spent the last four years whether “The best is yet to be. If we lnve been “faithful in . little. performing each duty promptly and conscientiously, then we may look forward with 'pleasure and hope, instead of dread, to a new beginning. By the daily performance of these duties we hav form-jd our habits, which have already laid the foundations for our characters- As habit is the principal agent in the formation of character, self-government in the High School will lay the corner stone of many fine and noble structures. the building of which has only just begun. We have had many advantages which former students did not enjoy, and numerous plans have been made for our pleasure and development. Since character is formed in childhood and youth while the mind is readily moulded by the hand of circumstances for better or for worse, the result of our work for the past four years should be most gratifying. As we look back now how short the time seems, and how hard it is to realize that eleven years, with their joys and sorrows, have passed since we began our careers as school children. Shall we ever forget with what mingled feelings of pleasure and dread we anticipated that first day? In 1900 we were three hundred and thirty-two sturdy litle boys and girls who entered the chart classes of the grammar schools. The time we spent in the primary grades is pleasantly remembered. Work was made play by our good, kind teachers, and many beautiful truths were instilled into our minds by the wonderful stories which they read to us. Not more mysterious were these stories than the way we ourselves learned to read without knowing one letter from the other. ()ur care-free days continued until we reached the third and fourth grade, when we began to take school more seriously. Wc still pursued our lessons in “reading and writing and 'rith-metic not taught, however, “to the tune of a hickory stick. and we found added pleasures and work in the spelling matches and debates in which we participated every few weeks. But we soon discovered that all of life would not be in the same, smooth paths in which we had. to this time, found it. for upon entering the fifth grade we learned that “Fractions drive one mad! With what ease the teacher explained them and how simple they seemed! But alas, when we attempted a similar problem, what a difference! ()ur brains and hands refused to work. Some became discouraged, but most of us persevered and finally succeeded in finishing the elementary grades. The time passed and we reached the sixth grade where our stumbling block proved to be interest and partial payments. However, we made great strides and at last attained the seventh grade, which to us seemed the topmost round of the ladder. But here we were lost in the mazes of plastering, papering and carpeting. Nevertheless, those who were most ambitious at length mastered the problems and finished the gramamr schools. Some now did not realize the importance of further education, and others were forced by necessity to drop out. but the large number of two hundred and eighty-eight boys and girls entered this High School in 1907. The first year of our new life was full of interest, and it passed only too quickly, for we were eager to drink longer at the fountain of knowledge. We thought of ourselves as very important personages, without whom the school would soon cease to he as great and influential- We entered willingly into the perplexities of Latin and Algebra, the complications of Knglish. and the mysteries of physiology. It was great fun to present ourselves at a different shrine of learning every forty minutes. But in time the physical exertion and the many moods of the main teachers began to tell upon our dispositions and we realized that There are teachers and teachers.” The building itself was a continuous mystery, for each day we discovered another room or found another stairway leading to our destination. But the feeling we experienced when we became separated from our classmates, and hurried anxiously down the halls, looking fast at our schedule and then at the numbers over the doors, trying to locate the “lost” room! Two hundred and sixty-five completed the second semester and entered upon the duties of the second year. We gradually began to realize our position and our pride was given a great blow when we discovered what a small part of the vast number of pupils we constituted and of how little importance we seemed. Our lessons became harder and longer, more being expected of Sophomores than of Freshmen. However, each of us adapted himself to the circumstances and tried to make the best of them. During the year one hundred and twenty dropped out for various reasons, leaving one hundred and forty-five to begin the Junior year. The remainder of pupils worked harder now and seemed determined to master all problems and overcome all difficulties. At last our Senior year, which proved to be the most complex and yet the most beneficial of the four, crept upon us almost unawares. W e had reached the last round in the ladder of our school life: we had plowed through Caesar. Cicero, and Virgil, mastering each in succession ; we had tasted � f the wonderful productions of Shakespeare’s master mind: and had entered deeper into the mysteries of science and mathematics. And lastly in this year we. the remaining eighty-three pupils, have learned lessons which will aid us to go through life “On our adventure brave and new: Fearless and unperplexed. When we wage battle next. What weapons to select, what armour to indue.” Josie Bell Wilson. OF THE CLASS OF 1911. You will doubtless remember the sigh of weariness that passed over the audience at some public meeting as the sedate looking gentleman arose with a roll of figures, and proceeded to give the statistics of everything from the output of iron to the number of eggs laid bv the hens of the district during the past year. My friends. 1 hope that such a wave will not pass over this audience. for my figures deal with far more interesting and valuable things than iron and eggs. I have the advantage over the usual statistician in that though all of his audience may leave, a part of mine at least must remain, and listen to these elaborate statistical perambulations. Never in the history of the High School has a larger or more wonderful class than that of 1911 passed through these classic portals of learning- Our class is the proud possessor of forty five buxom brunettes, fifteen fair, fascinating blondes, thirteen bright-eyed semi-brunettes, ten blooming demi-bloudes— a grand total of 83. Naturally our size gives us a greater weight, a greater height, and a greater amount of brains than it ever lias been the pleasure of a local statistician to record before this time. Our weight as told by the aid of figures amounts to 8.165 pound's. Accepting as true the statement of a certain educator, who not long ago visited our school, that an educated person is worth his weight in gold, just try to imagine how valuable we are! Why the fortunes of Morgan and Rockefeller sink to an insignificance beside our worth! And think of the things which could he purchased if all this gold were converted into coin! For instance, we could pay some great scientist to invent a machine by which boys and girls might acquire all the knowledge of a semester on the night before examinations. a machine which if taken to bed with the pupil would pound into his cranium the lessons that he has failed to prepare during the term. We could purchase with the rest of the money a library so large that people talking in the far end of the room could not he heard by the alert ears of the librarian. No doubt you wondered at our weight of 8.165 pounds, and not without reason. However, our avoirdupois can be easily accounted for by the number of High School lunches eaten in the last four years. Besides these lunches we have other favorite foods, and if you could see the entire list you would mistake it for the catalogue of a grocery store or delicatessen shop. These are a few foods favored by our class: Prunes, pickles, pretzels, fudge, lemons, heaven, ice cream, and egg-Hi� . One gentleman, imbued with the spirit of chemistry, informs us that sodium dissolved in sulphuric acid constitutes his favorite soup. In spite of the fact that some of our teachers may doubt we possess such things, we own about 115 pounds of brains. If all this gray matter could be put into one head, what a wonderful mental machine we would have! What brilliant fancies, what queer notions. what inspiring ideas, what sublime thoughts would surge through such a structure. I am safe in declaring such a brain could dispose of all the great problems of the world, could make clear the unfathomed secrets of nature, yea. could almost solve the problems Mr. Counselman gives to bis trigonometry classes. 94 This great mass of brains has given vent to a wonderful amount of energy appearing in various forms but chiefly in talk. If the number of words spoken by the Seniors since their admission to the High School were placed in a row. the line formed would be long enough to reach the moon, come back to earth, make a circle around the globe, pass through Hnsley. Bessemer and Pratt City, and end in Mr. Brown's office. We are distinguished not only in the matter of weight, but also in height. If a human tower were formed by the members of the class, it would be about two and one-half times as high as the Brown-.Marx building, that structure made famous by Dr. Phillips in his Monday morning talks on laying a good foundation. Whether or not our foundation is as good as that of the Brown-Marx remains to be seen, but we are confident that our teachers have not dug, blasted and drilled us for four years entirely in vain. As our class is composed mostly of girls, a discussion of ages would be most interesting, but paradoxical as it mav seem, the very fact that makes it interesting makes it ridiculous, for no one is interested in the ages of boys, and every one knows, of course, that the gy ls are all “sweet sixteen. However. for the information of the audience our class has spent 915 years in the search for the hidden springs of knowledge. Though our class colors are crimson and white, we are just as well represented bv Brown. We have been accompanied throughout our journey by industrious Beavers and a very faithful Barker. In school we were always taught that Alabama was one of the Southern States; evidently there is a mistake somewhere for Alabama belongs to the West. In spite of the fact that we have acquired a great deal of knowledge in our High School course, there remains one Kiddle that has not been solved. Being a very flighty class, it is appropriate that a Sparrow should have sought shelter in 229. and of course with the Sparrow. Wingoes. Perhaps it may seem Harsh to say so in public, but it is a fact that Griffith has always been able to bring forth sweet sounds from his little Bell. Our class has been illuminated by the flashes of Sparkcs, and refreshed during many weary days by the babbling Waters. Love thy neighbor as thyself. reads the Command. Perhaps we have violated the first part, but all must admit that we have loved our Self. )ur class is the proud possessor of several Bible characters. Israel. Sarah. Abraham. However, at times, their actions have been by no means Biblical. One might thjnk that this is a large enough number of well known people for one class, but rf have other great mortals whose very names are immortal, namely. Jackson. Poe and Wagner. However, not all 'bf 11s are geniuses, for trade is represented in our class by the Wildsmiths. During the four years in the High School, we have sometimes passed refreshing places where the breeze of ideas rustles through the murmuring Bowers, but most of our wanderings have been in the Desert of Ignorance where we met a Jonelv Abbott. We know that our future life will be full of difficulties, but we do not fear them, as in the past we have always been able to Wade out. The Senior Class has always been very progressive, as it has already given two rights to the (air sex. The numbers of our class have changed constantly, but whether above or below a hundred, we have always had a (iross- With all this mass of type and variety of characters, our class is unusually well prepared to meet the world. May the flight of years find our ranks as stalwart and unbroken as they are now. like a mighty army marching onward and upward to the goals of achievment. As the closing hours of our High School life draw nigh. I can only reverently pray that on the final clay when the statistics of all our lives shall be taken, and the sum-up of all our actions is made, that we mav.be credited on the right side of the ledger, and that the world may trulv say of each and every one of us. “lie was a true man. She was a noble woman. Benjamin Samuel Gross. 95 NATURE: THE MEDIUM OF DIVINE LOVE The plan of the universe is based on love. The Creator's manifold revelations of this plan in the book of nature are among; the most beautiful gifts the Almighty hand has bestowed on wanting humanity. His voice is heard in all her music, from the roll of thunder to each tiny bird note: His majesty is shown in the snow-covered mountains, raising their imperial brows in eternal adoration of their Creator: His infiniteness is seen in the ceaseless ebb and flow of the tides of the ocean: but deeper than the roll of thunder, sweeter than the songs of birds, more majestic than the mountain and more eternal than the tides of the ocean is that divine love which planned and made and still pervades them all. Ages and ages ago. before the Christian era. our heathen ancestors recognized the existence of the natural forces, but could not interpret the divine love for which each stood. They mistook the manifestation of love for its source. Instead of seeking the “All-Father'' who planned and made the elements, they venerated the elements themselves, personifying each as a separate deity. For them Aurora shone in the dawn. Iris glistened in the rainbow. Juno glowed in the air. Ceres flourished in the grain, and Nymphs danced in every wood and valley. We. who live in a brighter, better day. worship neither air nor stream nor wood in their material forms, but seek to read the natural philosophy of each. Every detail in nature develops the plan of God’s love. Each bird, flitting in the sunlight, proclaims His fostering care. Every flower fading in autumn symbolizes the frailty of man. But when the glad spring comes each tiny seed bursts forth from its grave in the sod to gain the freedom and light of the upper world. From its embryo, covered with blackness, springs the radiant lily to expand in the glowing sun- From their scaly buds the leaves i f the trees unfold to breathe the life-giving air. Nature bursting into new life and beauty after the winter of death and darkness, proclaims the crowning feature of this plan of love. Not only in their beautiful lessons, but also in their material uses, flowers are an expression of divine love. Man recognizes this and seeks to express his gratitude through the use of flowers. Every stately mansion and humble cottage. every lonely window and sunlit garden, every bridal pageant and funeral bier is incomplete without flowers. From the time they fill our childish hands until they adorn our graves, flowers brighten our pathway. Every great work of literature has recognized the potency of nature’s expressions to man. Emerson says: Out of the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old.” All the great writers confirm this statement by recording the tracing of the Great Master's pencil in the coloring of flowers. In the Bible the I Vince of Peace, showing his father’s fostering care, bade his followers consider the beautiful raiment of the lilies of the field. The teacher. Shakespeare, thought of the lessons in the different flowers. In his “Hamlet” Opelia gives pansies to Laertes for thoughts, columbine and fennel to the king for ingratitude. and daisies and violets to the (piecn for dissembling and faithfulness. “In Winter's Talc” Perdita distributes her flowers with like meaning. Milton from bis classic viewpoint says that Orpheus’ self may raise hfs head from a golden slumber on heaped Elysian flowers.’' To his mind, steeped with classic lore, flowers presented pictures of Elysian beauty. Emerson, the Buddha of the West, pronounced his belief that “There was never mystery But 'tis figured in the flowers. Was never secret history But birds tell it in the bowers.” The lyric poets were almost pantheistic in their view concerning flowers. To them nature possessed a soul, a conscious existence and an ability to feel jov and love. Wordsworth voiced the creed of this school when he said: “And ’tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes ” Every great poet interprets nature according to his own vision, but all recognize her as a medium of the Creator’s love. As the poets have done, so must each individual work out his own interpretation. The fullness of this depends on the breadth of the vision of the interpreter. To the superstitious mind of the savage in the jungles of Africa nature is a source of fear and dread. To them the sea is troubled by horrid monsters: the darkness is haunt- ed by evil spirits: a wicked spell is cast by the light of the will-o’-the-wisp; the winds mutter imprecations as they moan and sigh through the trees; and the song of each night bird is an omen of evil. Contrasted with this narrow view is the great full vision of the Christian seeing in nature a medium of love for the inspiring and illuminating of humanity. To him the great winds utter divine prophecies, the Druid woods bless with their solitude, the majestic mountains inspire with their imposing grandeur, every clod thrills with life and each joyful song bird pours out its soul in a harmony of praise and love to its Creator. The difference between the narrow view of the savage and the broad realm of the Christian lies in the different scope of the vision of each. So nature is an exhaustless book, wherein all may read Cod's message to mankind. Each flower, tree, rock and streamlet is a letter with its own peculiar meaning in the alphabet of love. Whether a man read lessons of stern reality or poetic beau-tv, of happiness or self-sacrifice, it matters little; the vital point comes in each one reaching to whatever glimpse of the higher life his inner soul has caught from sympathetic communion with nature. Courtenay C. Hanson. After a trying day in my little country school I settled myself before a cozy fire on this perfect November afternoun in 1920. It did not seem that when I went to school we caused our teachers quite as much anxiety as my troublesome charges gave me—but perhaps we did. Then I began wondering what fate had befallen the members of our illustrious class of 1911. There was such a variety of talent that 1 was confident many were now proudly walking in the halls of fame. My reverie was interrupted by a peculiar noise and poised on the window sill was Mother Goose, mounted on her snow-white goose and looking exactly like the picture in my first book- I was very much surprised when beckoning me to a place behind her she said. “Come. I will take you on a visit to some of my children, not little Bo-Peep or Jack Horner, but those wonderful children of 1911.“ Of course I could not resist that. and. although a little afraid. 1 climbed up to my seat behind her. After some consultation with “Goosey, Goosey Gander as to “Where will we wander. we felt ourselves borne up and away more swiftly than the wind. “First we will visit Birmingham. said Mother Goose, for many of your classmates have not flown far from the home nest. Soon we swooped down on a large group of buildings beautifully situated on Shades Mountain. This was a splendid college where Mary Bradshaw, as President, was doing a noble work. In her method of teaching Latin. Josie Bell Wilson made use of her training in 229. A love of literature was instilled in all minds by Mary Forbes and Danella and Xora Pearce supervised the music. In adjoining rooms I saw two earnest teachers—Helen Hirsh holding the Chair 98 of Oratory, and the principles of Math being emphatically taught bv Mabel Stallworth. Mother Goose murmuring Twinkle, twinkle little star How we wonder what you are, told me that Flora Sparrow and Annie Mae Zimmerman were teaching astronomy. Just as I entered, the school was hearing an eloquent plea from Tom Wingo, director of athletics, that the student body sup|K rt the football game to be played next day with the University team, coached so well by Lee Poe. The morning talk was a lecture from a well-known reformer whom I at once recognized as Grace Geohegan. She proposed a brand new system for securing honesty in school. This was all very interesting, but Mother Goose insisting we were soon flying over the beautiful Jones Valley with its many neat farm houses. “Higgled} . Piggledy. my black hen she lays eggs for gentlemen. said Mother Goose pointing out an enormous enterprise conducted by Lula Maddox, Willie Mae Mosely, Pauline Strickland. and Margaret Waters with Gregory Bowers as president. Always up to date they had formed a trust of chickens and eggs. We did not stop here but in a little while, were sailing over the tall sky scrapers designed by Sallie Will Hulsey and W illiam Beddow. famous architects. Seeing a large crowd gathered on the corner. I asked the old Dame to let us find the cause of the attraction. On a high platform we saw Abe Williams telling in his mighty voice of the wonderful effects of a tonic invented by Dr. Gordon Sparkes, and as living examples of before and after taking he had Muschoga Wildsmith and Ida Lee Brown standing side by side. Among the purchasers were many familiar faces. James Oliver convinced of its merits by Abe’s eloquence was trying a bottle and Frances Ozanne and Lee Hooper with much faith and hope of speedy results bought two. On the other side a Itau ishing business was being carried on by Ben and |oe Goldstein selling a dye for the hair guaranteed to make any hair the fashionable tint of Tullie Strange’s whose auburn curls reflected the very sunshine. In the crowd were the eager faces of Johnnie Mae Garner, Clarkie Van alkenberg. Mittie Beavers and Lois Wildsmith. I was much amused but Mother (ioose had a more serious scene in store. T found myself at a meeting of the Civic Club. Over this August body. Carol Jackson presided with dignity. Poor Cecil Sims after many and persistent attempts to speak had about realized his efforts were useless as Florence right and Alabama West had had the floor for hours. On the next corner we heard loud noise and along came August Olson, active leader of the Salvation Army, keeping time to the march vigorously drummed out by Ed Loath. Above all the other voices rang out the clear notes of Imogene Poe singing a hvmn while Bessie Blackwell passed around a tambourine for offerings. Passing on down the street Mother Goose led me into a large publishing house. In the fore room busilv plying the kevs of typewriters were Ida Gin-gold. Sara Sewelovitz and Sadie Tem-erson. Peeping through the office door of the editors of this leading magazine 1 saw Courtenay Hanson and Anita Waldhorst almost buried in papers- “There are many of vour friends who are living quietly at home. said Mother Goose. “Let us go to see them.” In an attractive suburb was the pretty little cottage of Alberta Rogers who had married the night after graduation. However her husband was like “Peter. Peter. Pumpkin Eater, had a wife but couldn’t keep ’er. for Alberta had left this sweet home to run for sheriff. Nearby Vivian Howard was living happily in “The dear little house, the queer little house. The dear little house that Jack built. Just next door Gertrude Tomerlin, an old woman with so many children she didn’t know whatt to do, had found her life’s mission. Among others leading the obscure but peaceful lives of domestic bliss were May belle Self. Inez Thompson and Edith right. Hazel Bell had not yet decided whom to “love, honor and obey. but still many suitors pleaded. “Curly locks, curly locks, wilt thou be mine? Sad to sav pretty Irene Erwin had been a “Marv. Mary quite contrary a little too long and her last chance of marriage had slipped by. My heart was much touched by the sight of poor Eugenia Blount, who at times gave way under too great a strain ami imagined herself still a school girl at B. H. S. wondering whether she had six lessons for seven periods, or seven lessons for six periods and murmuring excuses for tardiness. I was much grieved at this but Mother Goose assured me that after taking the new rest cure of the wonderful specialist. Harold Rowley, she would entirely recover. I am sorry,” said Mother Goose, “that we cannot stay to hear the great-Rabbi Ben Gross preach in the pulpit of Prvor Grant, ’the priest all shaven and shorn.’ of St. Mary’s, but we can go to a revival where you will not feel a stranger. Soon we reached a little tent and saw Walter Orcutt. at his tiny organ like “Little Tommie Tucker, singing for his supper. stirring his audience with his inspiring hymn. Randolph Thornton was chief among those interested and other zealous participants were Alma Snell. Chester Odom, Rena Mae Pomerov and Leonard Barker. Turning to listen I heard my guide say. There was a little man and he had a little gun. Here we were at the terminal station and stepping off a train with military dress and bearing was Leon Israel returning home after a promotion at West Point- Fulfilling the old saying. I here was a man in our town and he was wondrous wise Griffith Harsh, a Commissioner assisted by A vice Emond and Blanche Frazier had revolutionized the municipal affairs of Birmingham. My visit here had indeed been very enjoyable and we then decided to visit Paris where many of my classmates had gone to seek fame. “Here we go up. up. up. And here we go down. down, downy. And here we go backwards and forwards And here we go round, round, roundy.” So it seemed to me. The first thing I knew we were on the busy streets of Gay Paris, looking in a fashionable shop where Clyde McPherson ancf Louise Neville designed the marvelous creations introduced in New York society by Lois Brown and Marv Wagner. The chief patron was Sallie Evens, now a countess with nothing more to do than “sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam and feed upon strawberries, sugar and cream. She and her guest. Cecilia McCrossin. were selecting their gowns to wear at the first appearance of Almar Stockmar and Lloyd Bowers starring in a Shakespearean play under the splendid management of Julian Meyers. This display of wealth contrasted sharply with the next scene, a bare little attic studio of the artist Sallie Mae Wade. who. after many years of hard work and struggle, was at last winning recognition. A fat. wealthy American, a veritable “old King Cole, a merry old soul,” was visiting the studio at the time. Hearing him laugh once 1 was in no doubt but that he was Ralph Riddle. Another of my friends to whom success was coming slowly but surely was Anne Montgomery, who. as a young author, persistently kept on writing more books and stories in spite of many refusals. “Mother Goose. I asked, what of the others, Lockcv Wingo and Mary Huddleston?” Oh. both of them are succeeding as trained nurses. she answered. But old woman, old woman, old woman. said I ) whither, () whither. () whither so high?” Then she informed me that we were on our way to the Fiji Islands to see two enthusiastic missionaries. Kina Sartor and Amy Gourley. While she was speaking. I felt myself slipping, slipping, and although I clutched frantically at Mother Goose she did not seem to be there. 1 saw that all my efforts to remain were futile and with a faint cry I gave up to fall: when, with a start. I found myself in front of the dying fire holding with conviction that these revelations were true. I have sung of the future at your command. If you doubt my song, then try your hand.” ► The Sphinx lay bathed in the desert's tawny sands And far into the distance looked with eyes Whose solemn gaze had dwelt on ages dim That crumbled 'neath the ceaseless tread of time As surely as the banks of the Nile are washed away By its waters strong. And tar it looked with stern. Inscrutable, and awful gaze; yet lingered A wondrous smile upon the strong-hewn lips- The face was lifted toward the rising sun And full upon it fell the glorious rays And so illumined the features rude that Divine they seemed, and lighted by a stn mg And living light within. Before the Sphinx A youth now stood, his eyes reflecting light. And glowing with the splendor of his strength. And unafraid, he cried. () Sphinx, all-wise! You know the past; the dust of dying ages Has piled o'er you: and changing nations. Fated ruins have passed in endless vision by. O. dweller of the past, interpreter Of the future, tell me my destiny! Amazed and moved by the passionate query I’nlike the awe-inspired adoration )f mortals, spoke at last the Sphinx. These words Came forth from the cavernous breast. “And right Art thou. O youth, for I can tell thy task in life. I know the storied past: secure in this I draw fore-vision of the future veiled. And yet. no eye of seer or prophet need To seek thy lot—thy task lies close at hand. In the distant western land the glorious sun ()f liberty is darkened by a cloud )f wrong against the toilers of the world. For deep in gloomy, awful mines, from whence Conte jewels rare and metals precious, delve The slaves of forces mightier than they— Thy brothers, by the greed of man condemned To suffer living death! to dread that end Which, ever-ready, ever-watching, lurks— A crouching tiger, ready to destroy. Above on earth, in factories and mills Still others of thy weary brothers toil; ()n rolling fields the fanner sows and reaps With heart all unattuned to the harmonies 101 Magnificent of nature tmdefiled. Their lot is hard, for on the weary shoulders Of Labor rests the burden of the world. Atlas now stirs, and if the load he bears He not removed ere long, the dormant power Of his now chained hands will rend his bonds Asunder and will cast to deep oblivion The mighty structure of the human race. Cans’t thou now see in what thv labor lies? Of me thou shouldst not ask thv fate, for I Live not in thy western world. Go. go. To thine own land and see and feel the throbs Of the mighty machine of toil. Behold, then search Thy soul and find the vision true. Remember, youth, thy task is but allot her Of the myriad ways of repaying the debt Of the past, ennobling the gift for years unborn. Thy time, thy nation, and thy soul demand A gift of value true, of greatest worth to thee. Thy time, thy race, is labor for the good Of man. and glory in the task supreme. In the crystal goblet of thy life sparkles The purest vintage of the ages: distilled From sacrifice and glory and defeat. Waste not this potent spirit wantonly. Hour not, ruthless, the elixir away. Hut use the precious liquid gixen to thee: Enrich the poor, starved lives of others. Waken the hidden divinity that dwells In the inmost shrine of every human soul. The workers in mine and mill and factory Are twisted and bent and warped: unlovely their minds. Incouth their outward forms: within the soul Smolders unknown the half-enkindled flame ()f knowledge of a truer liberty And better life. They need thy hope, thy courage. The radiance of thy unspotted soul. And cast thy lot with them; be not of those Who scorn the eternal brotherhood of man. You cannot lift them from their wretchdness— The salvation of a people rests with themselves alone— But thou canst aid. inspire, arouse, and spend The measure of thy faith and strength untried And then the splendor of thy nation’s future Is more than ever 1 can tell. I knew The wondrous pageants of the East, and viewed The cruel glories of the ancient Pharaohs And of Cleopatra, serpent of the Nile Surpassing them as diamonds do the dust Shall be the future years, for there shall all Enjov the blessings of our Mother Earth. And it this come not in thy life’s brief span He not dismayed. All things must begin : The inception, even as the end. needs praise. () youth, go forth with courage high: follow The promptings of thy heart, the voice of thv soul: Put faith serene in God and man: fear not The end. And then thy life as the sun Shall be—of brightness dazzling in dawn and course and end.” The Sphinx was still. The sun had passed his noon And cast upon the mystery his bold And brilliant rays. The youth yet stood in thought. Hut his eyes were turned toward the western world. Anita C. Waldhorst. 102 if ItetDent’s :Hl)tiresS Let Us Strike a Higher Strain “1 am not bound to win. but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live up to what light I have. said Abraham Lincoln. a mighty leader of our nation. We. classmates, can not all attain fame, but we can be true: we cannot all reach the loftiest heights, but we can do the very best within our powers. W e have all had perplexing difficuties to overcome and problems to solve: we have been successful and we have been defeated. Yet we have all been bettered by the result of our work, whether it be victory or defeat. Our motto, “Let us sing greater things. is not fulfilled by great power, fame and wealth, but it demands a steadfast gaze toward the higher and nobler deeds and aspirations of life. And if we live as our motto bids us. our life will be good in the best sense of the word, for “Nothing is either good or bad but thinking makes it so.” In order that our life be truly lived wc should be developed as four-square men and women, and it should be the hope of each member of our class to be four-square. On us depends the welfare of our country, whose rank among the nations of the world will be in accord with our ability to determine between right and wrong, our power to carry on the work of uplifting humanity and elevating the ideals of mankind. The first requisite of a four-square man or woman is honesty. “The world is moved, not only by the mighty force of its great men, but also by the tiny pushes of each honest worker. Let it be our task t«i make these tiny pushes count for their true value. Too often in the past the world has been moved by the forces of men great in will but weak in honor. Many a great disaster might have been avoided if each worker had pushed in the right direction toward absolute honesty, the best in man. The greatest enemy to all business enterprises, to all social intercourse, to the very heart and soul of a man. is dishonesty, while the crowning virtues of a life are a fairness in commercial dealing, sincerity in relation of friend to friend, and unswerving honor—that first and fundamental of all attributes of character. The second qualification of a foursquare man is mental development. It is now an understood fact that the man with the best mental training, the man that can think, that can originate ideas, is the one to whom the positions of greatest responsibility are intrusted. An intellectual man is not necessarily one who has studied and learned all the substance of text books, but he is one who bv the training received from study, is able to concentrate his mind and really think, thereby solving the problems that confront him today. There are millions of people in this world who. like trained animals. do just that which has been taught and assigned them, never progressing or varying from their daily routine drudgery. One of the most essential factors in our make-up is that ■ — we have real thought behind all of our actions. The third essential, the foundation of these mental and spiritual powers, is perfect physical development. The welfare of our country depends upon the clean, good physical condition of the people, but not upon their brute force- The man who is physically unable to perform his duties is just as useless in the eyes of the world, as the man whose work is developing his physical being. Think of the great lives that have been left incomplete and lost to the world by the disregard of the laws of right living. The care of the body is as sacred a duty as the development of the mind, heart and soul, for the body is a temple, the fit repository of an immortal spirit. A strong, pure soul may live in a frail dwelling, but this is not the best. It is not showing true gratitude to the giver of life. The world loses by our negligence in the care of our physical being, we arc deprived of advantages « f a well rounded life, so it is our duty to the world and ourselves to keep our bodies clean, healthy and strong. The fourth qualification of a foursquare man or woman, is love for fellow man. Schools, colleges, clubs, and fraternities have bound men with such bonds of friendship that time can never break or conditions alter. Without love a person is not living but merely existing. Love is more than one half of life, and shall always be the predominating virtue of life, so we should all in the very highest sense of the word, live. It is the mission of each to help the fellow that is not given a fair chance, to speak to the one who is snubbed, and to encourage the unfortunate. So. today, classmates, as we leave forever this institution and go out to take a place in the ranks of the world, let us resolve to put our heart and soul into our work, and to exert the very best there is in us for the upbuilding and bettering of this life, for a man gains from the world in proportion as he contributes. It is sadness to bid farewell to our companions and surroundings but joy to know that these ties of friendship shall never be broken and that the influence and inspirations of our teachers shall never be lost. In our four years here we have enjoyed such comradeships that will never again he our lot. and have had experiences whose fond memory shall always remain with us. At the hour of triumph and in the time of distress we have all heard an encouraging word and felt the guiding hand of our teachers, and as we go out and meet the problems of life, we shall then realize the influence of their work and wish for them God’s richest blessings for their interest in us and their kindness to us. It is a pleasure, indeed, that we may wish each other a bright future and God-speed in the performance of life's great work. And as we launch out into the world let us determine to ever Strike a higher strain as foursquare men ami women, that the class of 191 1 shall always be an honor to the world, itself and the Birmingham High School- 104 Dear classmates, this is an eventful day in our lives, the connecting link between the past years and the life to come. It is the time which we have been anticipating, for which we have been hoping, and yet we stand a little timorously on the threshold of the uncertain future. We are leaving the dear, familiar scenes and experiences of the past for things unknown and untried. Till now. all life has been a preparation. teaching us the fundamental truths and laying the groundwork for a broader culture. In order to appreciate the finer, artistic, more beautiful things of life it was necessary to learn the essentials. But our education has only begun. Life is a wall. Singly, one upon another, the stones arc placed. each unimportant in itself but necessary to uphold the structure. Unconsciously we have been piling up our stones. Now the solid masonry of the foundation i's complete. The polished tiles and graceful fretwork could not be added until the heavy, rough foundation rocks had been laid. The walls which we are building have just reached the surface. They are plain, rough, unornamented: it lies with the future whether they will become beautiful. 'The stones will continue to be laid. Let it be our care that they are polished and embellished through the medium of a mind enriched by intellectual efforts and kindly sympathy. There are stones of varying composition in each wall. ()ne which we have laid here is that of “Hard Study. This is dark and forbidding to the casual glance, but a very “keystone to our lives. In each wall it varies as to size and texture. Some have laid a soft, crumbly stone which will not bear the weight that will be placed upon it. The builders of these walls will lose the opportunities for mental development and intellectual delights that will daily present themselves. Some have laid a stone, small but hard as adamant. Such a foundation will uphold any amount of weight but its limited surface will support but a narrow range of culture. Some have laid big broad stones, well-knit and solid, upon which they can build a vast and expansive uperstructure of knowledge- To them belongs the full beauty and enjoyment of life. Permeating the wall and holding the stones firmly together runs the cement called. “Love for the class of 1911.“ Without it the wall would totter and fall, at the slightest shock, but its strength and tenacity gives inflexible shape to the whole and makes the wall a bulwark invincible to the assaults of wind and storm. It adheres so closely to each stone that sometimes the two seem to coalesce, yet the cement remains a distinct substance. It is formed by the reaction of Long Association upon Sympathetic Hearts and then compounded with mutual interest. At the first setting of the stones the cement adjusts itself, yields to the weight, but fills in the crevices and incorporates the stones into the body of the wall. By its very yielding it welds the whole into a solid mass. It is only at first that the cement is easily moulded. As time passes it becomes firmer, more inflexible, until the “Love for the Class of 1911 is an indestructable substance. harder than stone itself. The conception and fostering of this love has lifted us to a higher plane of thought from which we view the world as from the pinnacle of some great mountain. Below us lie the petty things of life, around its the inspiring atmosphere of the spirit. W e have gained this height by means of love and loyalty to our class. We will sustain it by-love for humanity. There are many-poor stHigglers in the world below who need only this'touch of love to lift them also to the world of light. Shall we not give them aid? The more we give our love to others, the more beau- tiful does life become. In saying goodbye the one thought is uppermost, “Let us strike a higher strain.” By always aiming upward we may at last attain the lofty goal of worthy accomplishment. The world lies all before us; ours but to choose a path. The broadest way. leading to the realms above, is by Human Sympathy. Mary Elizabeth Forbes. r L DC ]□[ DC ][ Conclusions After Four Years of Comradeship =]□[= DC ir 1 J K JL ABBOTT. ERNESTINE. “Her earnestness lias impressed us.” Aglaia. BARKER. LEONARD. “Foolishly fond of Freshmen.” Euterpean. Vice-president KjCX). Treasurer 1911. Reserve Basketball 1909-10-it. Captain Reserves 1911. Class Basketball 1909-10-11. Shakespearean Play. Football 1908-09-10. BEDDOVW WILLIAM. “I awoke one morning and found myself famous.” Yancey. Council 1910- Mirror staff. BLACKWELL. BESSIE. “She studies rarely and when caught at it blushes furiously and commences to apologize.” Girls’ Athletic Association. BEAVERS. M ITTIE. “Vanity, vanity, all is vanity. BROWN. GREG RY. “A mother’s pride.” Hilliard. BELL. HAZEL. As the bell is. so is the clapper.” Pierian. Clio. Girls' Athletic Association. Council. BROWN. IDA LEE. A jolly good fellow was she. Aglaia. BLOC NT, EVGENI A. “Somebody’s des all the time a-pick-in’ on me Pierian. Basketball 1909-10-11. Captain Basketball 1909. 107 BOWERS. LLOYD. Every man is as God made him and of ten-times a great deal worse. Hilliard. Vice-president 1911. Secretary 1909. Treasurer 1911. Mirror staff . Literary editor. BROWN. LOIS. “It's a great plague to be too pretty a girl. Pierian. Treasurer 1910. Girls' Athletic Association. Class Basketball 1908-09-10-11. Captain Basketball 1909-10-11. BRADSHAW. MARY. (Postgraduate.) Pierian. President 1910. Class Vice-president. ERWIN. IRENE. ' A good student but a better marshal (?) Clio. EVANS. FANNIE. “Don’t dance, it’s wicked. Pierian. Vice-president 1910. Secretary 1911. Mirror staff. Council. V ice-president 1908. Girls Athletic Association. Treasurer 1910. Basketball 1908. Captain 1909. Class Prophet. EVENS. SAL LI E. “Born lazy and never lost her birthright. German Club. Council- Secretary 1910. Girls’ Athletic Association. Secretary 1908. President 1910. Class Basketball 1918-09-10-11. Captain Basketball 1910. Captain ’Varsity Basketball 1908. Man- ager Class Basketball. 1909. Senior Play. Mirror staff. EMOXD. AY1CE. (Postgraduate.) FORBES, MARY. “Here conies a boy. let me hide.” Clio. Vice-president 1908. President 1910-!!. ('.iris' Athletic Association. Council. Secretary 1907, Vice-president 1908- Class Corresponding Secretary. German Club. President 1908. Editor-in-Chief of Mirror, 1910-11. FRAZIER. BLANCHE. “As thin as picnic lemonade. Aglaia. President 1910. Vice-president 1911. Council 1908-09. Girls' Athletic Association. Basketball 1907- 08-09-10-11. GOLDSTEIN. JOE. “Call me anything, but don’t call me cute. Baseball 1908-09-10-11. Football 1908- 09-10. Varsity Basketball 1910-11. Class Basketball 1909-10-11. Reserves 1909-10-11. Captain Reserves 1910-11. Class 'brack Team 1911. GRANT, PRYOR. “I am a pretty, handsome boy Hilliard. Class Treasurer. GROSS, BEN. “The beauty and the beast. Puzzle —find the beauty. Hilliard. Secretary 1909. Council. Vice-president 1910. Marshal 1911. Mirror staff. Senior Play. Shakespearean Play. Class statistician. GARNER. JOHN IE MAE. “Wonderful, more wonderful, most wonderful.” Aglaia. GEO 11 EGAN. GRACE. “You look wise—pray correct that error” Aglaia. Vice-president 1910. President 1911. Mirror Staff. GINGOLD. IDA. (Postgraduate.) GOURLEY. AMY. “A certain scholarlike and studious something. Aglaia. Treasurer 1911. HOOPER, LEE. “The simplest, sweetest thing that ever grew. Yancey. President 1911. Secretary 1910. H AXS( X. COURTENAY. “A perfect little chatter-box. Clio. Girl's Athletic Association. Class Essayist. HOW ARD. VIVIAN. “I fear he loves another Clio. HUDDLESTON. MARY. '•‘When in doubt, giggle. Clio. Secretary 1911. HULSEY, SALLIE WILL. “I have seen better faces in my time. Pierian. Girls’ Athletic Association. Vice-president 1911. Class Basketball 1907-08-09-10-11. HIRSH. HELEN. “Shv she was, and we thought her cold.” Aglaia. Secretary 1911. HARSH. GRIFFITH. “My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases.” Yancey. Council. Class Basketball 1909-10. Varsity Basketball 1910-11. Football 1910. Senior Play. Class Recording Secretary. ISRAEL. LEON. Our own opinion is never wrong.” Hilliard. Mirror staff. Shakespearean Play. Class ()rator. JACKSON. CAROL. Methinks she looks as though she were in love. Euterpean. Secretary 1910. Clio. Vice-president 1910-11. Senior Play. Basketball 1907. McCROSSIN. CECILIA. She rarely fed on the dainties which are in a text book- Clio. Girls’ Athletic Association 1908. Shakespearean Play. , MONTGOMERY. ANNE. Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls.” Clio. Euterpean. Girls' Athletic Association. 108 MOSLEY. WILLIE MAE. “Silence lias become her mother tongue. Kuterpean. MEYER. JULIAN. (Postgraduate.) Yancey. McPHERSON. CLYDE. (Postgraduate.) MADDOX. LULA. (Postgraduate.) NEVILLE, LOUISE. “Simple maiden void of art. Pierian. OLIVER, JAMES. “Father's Joy. ORCUTT. WALTER. “Greater men than I may have lived but I do not believe it. Yancey. Secretary 1910. President 1911. Class Basketball 1910-11. Reserves 1910-11. Mirror staff. ODOM. CHESTER. “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” Euterpean. Varsity Basketball 1909-10. Class Basketball 1910-11. OZAXXE. FRANCES. “She hath no weight. Clio. Council. OLSON. AUGUST. “Give me my pipe or give me death.” (Postgraduate.) POE. LEE. “Laugh and grow fat. Yancey. Treasurer 1911. Class Basketball 1910-41. Captain Varsity Track Team 1910. Track Team Manager 1911. Class Track Team 1910-11. Football 1910. PEARCE. WON A. (Postgraduate.) PEARCE. DA NELL A. (Postgraduate.) POE. BIOGEN. (Postgraduate.) Euterpean. Pierian. ROWLEY. HAROLD. “Take courage man, thy shadow will not hurt thee. Council. RIDDLE, RALPH. “His voice was ever soft, gentle and low. an excellent thing in woman. 109 Yancey. Vice-president. Mirror staff. Shakespearean I Maw Council. ROGERS. ALBERTA. I'm not so plain and not so old. and Fm quite prepared to marry. Clio. Council. Marshal 1911. Girls Athletic Association. Basketball 1909-10. Shakespearean Play. SIMS. CECIL. I am the very pink of courtesy.” Hilliard. Council. Mirror staff. SPARKES, GORDON. “A small spark makes a great fire. Hilliard. Class Track Team 1910-11. Captain Class Track Team 1911. Varsity Track Team 1910-n. Council. SARTOR. ELXA. “She talked for the purpose of airing herself.” Clio. SELF. MAYBELI.E. “She was quiet, retiring. ALMA STOCK MAR. (Postgraduate.) Pierian. Shakespearean Play. SPARROW, FLORA. “A closed mouth catches no Hies.” Aglaia. Mirror staff. STALLWORTH, MABEL. “She's a perfect dancer. Aglaia. STRANGE, TULLIE. “Her head is bound with curls o’er-grown.” Clio. SEW ELOYTTZ, SARAH. (Postgraduate.) A name which you all know by sight very well, but which no one can speak and no one can spell. STRICKLAND. PAULINE. “But civilized man cannot live without cooks.” Clio. Treasurer 1910. Euterpean. Council. THORNTON. RANDOLPH. “It is better to smoke here than hereafter. Yancey. Euterpean. Treasurer 1910. Council. Shakespearean Play. THOMPSON. INEZ. Marry, marry! and who is to manage the house? ' Clio. Girls Athletic Association. Basketball 1909-10. TEMERSOX. SADI K. (Postgraduate.) TOMERLIX. (GERTRUDE. She treated us to brilliant flashes of silence.” Aglaia. WINGt . TOM. Why does not beauty go with wit?” Vaneev. Council. Vice-President 1910. Class Basketball 1909-10-11. Manager Reserves 1911. Reserves 1939-10-11. Football 1908-09-10. Captain Varsity Football 1910. Baseball 1909-10. Shakespearean Flay. Class president. WADE. SALL1E MAE. My stature is tall. I hate a dumpy woman ?” Euterpean. Secretary 1911. Pierian. Class pianist. WATERS. MARGARET. My health won’t permit me to study.” Clio. Basketball 1907-08-09. WILLIAMS. ABF. “God must have loved foolish people or else he would not have made so many of us.” Yancey. WAGNER. MARY. Such a gushing forth of constant prattle. Let's take her home for a baby’s rattle.” Pierian. President 1911. Vice-president 1910. Treasurer 1908. Council. Girls’ Athletic Association. Basketball 1907. WEST. ALABAMA. Flirtation :—that most significant word” Aglaia. WILDSMITU, LOIS. Clio. For I’m nothing if not critical. Clio. WIXGO. LOCKEY. “If pleasure interferes with your work, why quit your work. Clio. WRIGHT. EDITH. I’ll speak in a monstrous little voice. Pierian. WILDSMITH. ML’SCHOGA. Because 1 would live quietly in the world. I hear and see and say nothing.” Euterpean. Basketball 1908. ZIMMERMAN. ANNIE MAE. She goeth from A to .. CIJO. Euterpean- WILSON.JOSIE BELL, t Postgraduate.) Mirror staff. Class historian. WALDHORST. ANITA. What a dainty walk hath she.” Clio. Secretary 1910. Literary Editor of Mirror 1910. Editor-in-chief 1910-11. Class poet. LEATH. El). ”W histling to keep myself from being afraid. GOLDSTEIN. BEN. W ho thinks too little and who talks too much.” I is great wisdom to forget all injuries you may receive.” Respectfully submitted by Sallie Evens. 110 MERITA BISCUIT Ginger Snaps and Wafers Are Mighty Fine for Picnics Say MERITA to your Grocer AMERICAN BAKERIES CANDY CO. Birmingham, Ala. GRID L E Y -LEE COMPANY ...THE... BEST IN TOWN For Ice Creams of all Kinds THE PARJ_SLAN_ 1018 CIMrt Hvcnue Jfltllmerp anb 3 eabHo=OTear Selling only tor Cash—having but One Price and that plainly marked. We give values unequalled. Exep tional offerings make June a month of opportunity here. looting flften ate Hlvva s 36est flMeaeeblln Kerner-Williams Shoe Company 208 North Twentieth St. Herzog fEtoropson Company JfctUtlEVg 1907 THIRD AVE. BIRMINGHAM, ALA. The Shop where you will find the best assortment, the cheapest prices for the best merchandise. Yours Will likely return from school with a lot of books which he — will have to use next year. Better welcome him with a SloL VJi-niclu Book-Case Section or two in his room where he can have them handy to refer to—and encourage a little summer study. Exclusive agents, lien M. Jacob A llroN. Everything in furniture for everybody. 1H11-13 Third Avo. That Start a Bank Account with what you Save by buying Groceries from V. W. WOOD and Company 2400-2402 Second Avenue- THE Ideal Down Takes First Honors Every Year It Stands at the head of the Mattress Class because it is DURABLE COMFORTABLE AND ECONOMICAL ALL GOOD FURNITURE DEALERS SELL IT MANUFACTURED BY Birmingham Mattress Co. Eastman Kodaks and Films Kodak finishing a Specialty Largest Kodak line in the city. Gatchel Photo Stock House. 318 North 20th Street. Birmingham, - - - Ala. — Let The — COMMERCIAL PRINTING CO. Do YOUR Work. See them at 2124 Morris Avenue. Phones—Bell 3017, Peoples 67 A C ompleteLine of IMPORTED PERFUMERIES Violet s (Pronounced V eol ays) 1 Houb igants, Le Grandies Lubins, Pinaud s Pivers Coty s Delletrez Toilet Waters. Soap and Sachets At Jacobs 1904. 2nd Avenue | In Hard Times V en Money is Scarce. You ill Appreciate Us. If you care to buy your Supplies Cheaper, consult Us. GROCERIES, DRY GOODS, CLOTHING, FEED, VEHICLES, HARNESS, Standard Goods—Lowest Prices W. S. Brown Son “Necessities—Not Luxuries” 2225 Second Avenue. DEWBERRY MONTGOMERY Stationery Co. Phones: Bell 56, Peoples 480. The latest in Engraving and Embossing, Crane’s, Hurd’s and Hurlbut’s Fine Papers.............. The Largest Stock in the State of the following: Transits and Levels, Slide Rules. Scales, Tapes, Instruments, Tracing Cloth, Drawing Papers, etc. . . Mechanical Drawing Instruments, Boards and Paper. High School Paints, Crayons, and Charcoal for best work. Stationery of all kinds. 2029 Second Ave., Birmingham, Ala. H1RSCH Millinery Company 1910 SECOND AVENUE FOR LADIES STYLISH HATS, TRY US FOR REASONABLE PRICES FREE OF TJNt-o Vi’o NEWSPAPER BOASTING, TRY US, oUli b Frank McCree Barber Shop EMPIRE BUILDING First-Class Barbers Polite Attention Jaffee Jewelry Co. J. jAFI'li, Proprietor. JEWELERS AND OPTICIANS Watch es, Diamonds, Jewelry and Silverware. 115 North Twentieth Street, Birmingham, Ala. STONE 'Ihe Good Drinks TAeG ood Candies AND THE Good Little Lunches at Stone sFarley Place 1927 THIRD AVENUE Leaders Always in Styl es. Quality In Ready to wear for Women and M isses LOVENTHAL COMPANY 1925 Second Avenue, Formerly Loventhal Cloak and Suit Co., and A Kaufman and Company. TO EVERY HIGH SCHOOL PUPIL! Five Points THE E. E. FORBES PIANO CO. wants to interest you in the ictor-Victrola and Victor Talking Ma- Pharmacy chines, and invites you to come to Next Door to Postoffice. the store and hear them demonstrated. We will sen 1 one free to vo.ur 1027 South Twentieth Street. home on trial. Bell Phone 925. Peoples 1137 E. E. Forbes DRUGS, TOILET ARTICLES, CIGARS, TOBACCO, BOOKS, PERIODICLES. Piano Co. Prescriptions Carefully Compounded. Prompt Delivery. 1909 Third Avenue. — Largest stock of High Grade Pianos “Nunnally’s” Fine Candies. None Like Nunnallv’s and Player-Pianos in the South. Who Said Princess JpU-M Pictures? Of Course I make WL them. Call and let me convince you Theatre that I make the best in town- NEW PICTURES R. T. BOYETT CHANGE DAILY 2007)4 2ND AVENUE T anner’s We show Instructive and Educational Pictures for the Student. A visit will convince you- Drug Store Our Orchestra is the Best in the City. DRUGGISTS ico6 S. 15th St., Birmingham. Admission 5c Anything in our line we send to you —New Motor Delivery. Louis Pizitz “THE BUSY CORNER” The Most Popular Store in Birmingham 2nd Ave. and 19th Street Iftnot Stubio 416 North 21st Street, THE BEST IN PORTRAITURE BY PHOTOGRAPHY. “WE CLEAN EVERYTHING Bell Phone 4012 Peoples Phone 483 CUT RATE CLEANING COMPANY FRENCH DRY CLEANING ■'Old Clothe? Made Like New ' at Reduced Prices BLUE RIBBON SHOE SHOPS “Old Shoes Made Like New at Reduced Prices Peoples Phone 483 Bell Phone 4012 1914 4th Ave. BIRMINGHAM. ALA Talking Machine Co. 20l)7-2nd Avenue Viclor Vitlrollas $75.00 lo $200.00 Vidor Talking Machines $10.00 (o $100.00 ftp 11 Phone 1530 Edison and Victor Machines Record and Supplies. ■ 1 — A. lab ama Polytechnic Institute “AUBURN” The Oldest School of Technology in the South-64 Professors and Instructors. 20 Well Equipped Laboratories. 737 Students. Next Session begins Wednesday, September 6, 1911. NEW BUILDINGS:—Smith Dining Ilall, Carnegie Library, Agricultural Hall, Broun Engineering Hall, Dairy and Horticultural Laboratories and Greenhouses. DEPARTMENTS:—College of Engineering and Mines—Civil. Electrical. Mechanical and Mining Engineering, Architecture, Mechanic rts. Technical Drawing, Machine Design, etc. II. College of Agricultural Sciences—Agriculture, Horticulture. Animal Industry, Botany, Entomology, Chemistry and Metallurgy, Pharmacy. 111. Academic College— History, English. Mathematics. Latin. German. French, Physicis and Astronomy, Political Economy. Psychology. IV. College of Veterinary Medicine. EXPENSES:—Free tuition to residents of Alabama; $20.00 to non-residents. Board in Dormitory and with private families. For catalogue and further information, address CHAS. C. THACH, L.L- D., President, Auburn, Alabama. UNIVERSITY OF ALABAMA Best Engineering Equipment in the South ACCOMMODATIONS. Modern Dormitories. Co-operative Dining Hall. Library and Laboratories. Electric Lights. Steam Heat. Beautiful Grounds. Healthful Location. Gymnasium. Athletics. COURSES OF STUDY. College Courses in Biology, Chemistry and Metallurgy, English, German, Greek, History and Political Economy, Latin, Mathematics, Mineralogy and Geology, Physics and Astronomy, Romance Languages (French and Spanish.) Professional Courses in Education, Civil Engineering, Electrical Engineering, Mechanical Engineering, Mining Engineering, Law, Medicine, Pharmacy, (Mobile). i NEW EQUIPMENT. Engineering Hall. Power Plant. Hydraulic Laboratory. Water Works Sewerage System. Building for Biology and Geology. New Academic Building. Medical Building enlarged and Dormitories remodeled. 1 EXPENSES. Tuition in Academic and Engineering departments free to Alabamians. Worthy students assisted financially. Expenses moderate. Eighty-first session opens September 8th, 1911. Rooms reserved in order of application. For catalogue, address JOHN W. ABERCROMBIE, PRESIDENT, UNIVERSITY, ALA. For First Class Printing, Engraving P ubliskmg. Special Ruling and Bookbinding,_______________ CIRCULAR WORK, BOOKLETS, FOLDERS and GENERAL ADVERTISING SCHEMES, OFFICE STATIONERY, PRINTING AND SUPPLIES, ETC., ETC. This issue of the Mirror was printed by us WE SOLICIT THE BUSINESS OF THOSE WHO WANT FAIR AND HONEST TREATMENT Both Phones 120 3®. H . l paU fufjlisfjing fflompatip D. N. SMITH, General Manager; J. C. BOWERS, Composing Room; HUBBARD STAMPS, Press Room VALUE The young men among your “Mirror” readers whose business we seek those who understand the power of dollar-for-dollar value. No store in the world gives dollar-for-dollar value as Blach’s, the “World’s Largest Cash Clothiers,” do. Blach’s educate young men to pay “cash” for their clothes because they are doing you a service, a real benefit. You’ll find this intensive “cash” cultivation of buying “teaches economy.” t Your success in business revolves upon this corner stone. Upon this “corner stone” preparations have been made for your whole summer outfitting at Blach’s. For work or for play—you’ll find Clothes, Shoes, Hats or anything else required—moderately priced. SPECIAL! $1.50 Soft Silky Mercerized fabric Separate Soft Collar Coat Shirt $1.15 SPECIAL $5.00 Standard Oxfords $Q 95 for 3 All Styles, All Sizes, All Leathers, SPECIAL “ROCHESTER MADE” $18.00 $1 Q 30 Suits for Rochester Made $22.50 $1 (i 60 Suits for U O AVL. ATIIUO 6T... BIRMINGHAM