Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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EMMA GELDERS ORLINE BARNETT JESSE JOHNSTON JOSEPH COOK.

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AIN’T NOTHIN’ GWINER HURT YOU. Ain't nothin’ gwincr hurt you. You blessed angel chile. While mammy's near her baby, Fer to watch her all de while. Don’ you kno' jes‘ how I lubs you Wid all oh my ole heart. An flat I’d kill dose spookies I f to’rd you dey start ? Don’ you kno’ de shinin' angels Is a-watchin’ from above, An’ dat God'll alius keep you, Lil’ baby, in His love? So close ye eyes, my darlin’. While mammy sings to you, 'Cause ain't nothis’ gwincr hurt you If you’re alius good an’ true. —Ruth Gregory « « « « THE SMILE. Before the wild blast of the wind as it's past The strongest of trees often die; They crash and they crack, within its wild track And the giant oaks tremblingh lie. But far down beneath in the wind’s mighty breath Soft flowers will bend and beguile; And when the storm's past and the rain's falling fast They lift up their heads and they smile. I’oets may sing of many a thing. Of the eyes' soft, laughing wile; I care not for such—duplicity much— Just gpve me a friendly smile. For the heart will oft tell what love knoweth well. And the eye may often beguile; But fallacy’s new to the smile that is true— So always for me just a smile. Ah! the words be unsaid—the cause be implead. But nevertheless all of the while. Though poets may sing of the beauties of spring— My song and my prayer is a smile. Friendly words often be deepest hypocrisy. And so I maintain all the while. Though tempting the sigh and the soft, laughing eye— The test of affection's a smile. 30 —Orville M. Coston. 'i

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GREEN PERSIMMONS “Hobby! Oh. Bobby! wait a minute. called little Nan. as she spied her very best chum strolling down the long shady road. We are going to have a picnic tomorrow, and— But Nan stopped short for Bobby, a rosy, dimpled fellow of seven summers, had turned—and his little face was screwed into a hideous scrowl! Why. lie was making a wry face at Nan! Oh. the mortification, the shame of i’t all! And she had always liked him so well, too! Well, he should certainly sutTer for that! She would never, never, never speak to that horrid creature again. So there! Nan gave her unsuspecting pony a cruel little slap, and away they cantered down the shadowy road. All was laughter and fun at the picnic the next day. I he little girls, bewitching in their daintiest frocks, flitted here and there like so many gay butterflies, while the little boys were as important acting and as gallant as young lords. All went very smoothly with Nan until luncheon was spread. Bobby slipped over to her side. and. offering her a huge, red-cheeked apple, whispered. “Nan, er, please let’s make up. I didn’t mean to—’ Nan sprang up with an angry switch of her ruffled skirts, and turning to Jim, an especial enemy of Bobby’s, cooed sweetly, “Jimmy Boy. I m ready to go and watch you sail your boat in the brook, now. Sunday morning found Nan seated primly beside her mother in church. She wore a dear little white frock with pink ribbons, and her big poke bonnet was fastened demurely under her chin. Bobby sat across the aisle in his father’s pew and watched her. Oh. was there ever a person more exquisite than she? What a good pal she had been, too! And Bobby smiled wickedly as he thought of the day when he had drowned all of Nan’s dolls in the rain barrel. Oh, why did she treat him so coldly now? W hy wouldn’t she look at him? Bobbv’s heart fluttered and sank by turns. He cleared his little throat loudly. His only reward was that Nan tilted her nose skyward defiantly. His father pinched his arm, and murmured something to him about being quiet in church. Finally. as a last resort. Bobby drew his pet beetle from his pocket, and let him crawl across the aisle at the end of his string. O-ec, Nan didn t even notice that, and she always loved to watch the beetle during church, tool That night. Bobby sobbed and sobbed on the sleeve of his little nightie, and at last buried his throbbing head in his pillow and prayed, “O. God, please tn-make Nan luf me again! The next Wednesday, Nan tied on her sun bonnet to carry a basket of cherries to Auntie. She recklessly decided to climb the pasture bars and go the short cut across the meadow. So, bumming a merry tune, she scaled the fence and started at a run through the clover. A few golden hearted daisies nodded gaylv at her as she blew them a kiss. 32