Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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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

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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.

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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