Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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Suddenly ceased; for Priscilla, aroused l his step on the threshold. Rose as he entered and gave hint her hand in -ignal « f welcome. Saying, ‘1 knew it was volt, when 1 heard your step in the passage: For I was thinking of you----- “Awkward and dumb with embarrassment she withdrew her hand, when she raised her hitherto downcast eyes to the face of an titter stranger. Silent before her he stood” and gave Iter a note “f r an answer.” He left as quickly as he had come and Priscilla stood stupefied, with the note. She opened it and read— “Priscilla, Prepare for company, for I have planned a party. Have plenty to eat, and plenty of patience. I will supply the company and the entertainment, ' Maria.” Priscilla suddenly remembered that the stranger had had an angelic look. So site made her humble dwelling as attractive as possible and sent for John Aldeti. He was duly informed of the mystery and together, with prayer and fasting they awaited the guests who they hoped would be angels or at least missionaries. A week after receiving the strange letter. John Alden and Priscilla saw a many-colored cavalcade coming through the forest. A brisk, pretty, plump little woman alighted quicklv and, after kissing Priscilla and slapping Alden on the back, site began to introduce the company. “1 am Maria: this is Sir Toby Belch. 'Phis is Touchstone, though goodness knows he will never do it. in this country of dirt and wood. This is m Lady Olivia: bring her a chair. Here are I hikes enough t banish, and Viola, alias Cesario. and Rosalind; don’t be shocked at those stockings on Malvolio. 'This is l.adv Macbeth, but she is going back since this is not the ‘Way of Ambition.’ Do be kind to Sir Andrew gueehcek; ho is very polite. This is Feste. who sings like a nightingale. Here is Odysseus, who wished to wander this far with us. and Evangeline who is looking for her lover. Gabriel.” “Maybe she could find him if he would blow his trumpet ” interrupted Feste. For more than a week the company ate and drank and shocked John and Priscilla almost out of house and home. The oaths of Sir Toby were pro- 27

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horn, hoping some member of the train would Hear Him. Instead. I heard him and. thinking it was father, rowed across the lake and brought him home. Sometimes 1 wish more visitors would come across us by accident just as Fitz-Jamcs did and 1 cannot help wishing they would all be as attractive as he was. We are so happy in our mountain home that 1 would not leave but for one thing, to see you. If you speak of my letter to anyone, please do not mention what 1 said about the ’I ier t ross. Goodbye. Your friend, Ellen Douglas. GLADYS BACHMAN, ’i7- A SONG TO MY LOVE. When the song-bird calls his mate, my love. A whistlin’ soft and low. My heart it seems to break, my love. I'm longin’ for you so. When evenin' wraps the earth, my love. In shadows soft and gray. For me there is no mirth, my love. Since you’re so far away. But rnornin’ skies are blue, my love. And gladness follows woe. And I'm coinin' after you. my love. Because I want you so. 2(. MARGARET BRIGGS. '17.

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fane beyond Puritan comprehension. Priscilla cried at the idea of all men and women being players. She an actress? That thought was more distressing than Malvolio’s knocking off ltcr cap with bows. Her tears were hitter when someone said. “Some arc horn great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.” Was anything ever done except by Providence? One afternoon Touchstone met John in the wood and they wont home together. Soon Touchstone was narrating the incident and began. “A fool, a fool! I met a fool i‘ the forest.” In vain Priscilla pulled John's coat and loudly whispered “Speak for yourself, John,” But lie could utter no retort. On the “Twelfth Night,” the party was ready to leave, when Maria turned to Priscilla and said, “We arc ready and wish to go home, but we will stay longer if von want us to.” Priscilla, smiled faintly and said, “As You Like It.” ROBBIE GRIGGS. ‘17. A SPRING MORNING. Everv morning zephyr blows a tendril leaf in view. The tree has had its morning bath of cool and sparkling dew. Its branches wave before the breeze to greet the coming day. As from the summit of a hill the sun sends forth a ray Which frolics on the tiny buds as if to haste their bloom. The robin long hath sung of love to bis mate upon a bough. As on the freshening breezes come the lowing of a cow. Far, far away, in purple haze the mountain newly green Blends softly in the crimsoned sky Where cloudlets float serene. Reflected in a crystal brook the skv and verdue bright. The dark night shadows baste away Front God’s bright morning light. 28 E. 1.. M.. i7.