Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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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

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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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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