Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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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.

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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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The Captain of the Zulus m K HAD hunted through Natal and were far in the interior of Africa, when we lost our horses. While trailing an elephant on foot, the horses strayed. After a fruitless search we returned to the village and there decided to consult a native who had the reputation of locating strayed cattle and curing the sick. )f course, we did not believe the story, but as there could be no harm in trying, we set out to his hut. We found ourselves in a dark, bare hut looking upon a very old feeble savage, lie was not the ordinary negro; he was lighter-complected and had a more intelligent face. After the customary greetings, we were very much surprised by the remarks he made, for he said. I know you come here. W hite Man. to find your lost horses, and although you do not think I have the power, I will direct you to them.' He then gave us certain directions and we. doubting, thanked him and left, hollowing his orders we were astonished to find our ponies. Naturally we were very envious concerning the old savage, so we decided to pay him a visit. We did. and after a long time he told the following story emphasized by many gestures. How old am I. you ask?” I do not know. No one knows. You have heard the name T'Chaka. King of Zululand? Yes. He and 1 were almost the same age. Now he has been dead many years. Mice his nation would have given much for the man who killed him. Hut they Could neved find him. Also I' Klywayo has ruled and died, not so long ago. a prisoner in hng-lish hands despised by our people. Our people, did I say. What are they? Slaves, my father slaves. Mice it was not so. (Mice at our name, tribes shivered. ( Mice our impis left at the new moon, and at the full moon they would return, bearing captives and treasure. Not all would return. Many dropped of the fever; the stabbing spear found many. 'I hey were not thought of. The laud ran blood, man’s life was not bis own. it was the king's. Then, my father, we were men. The king said. ’Ho, my children, and do nor return defeated.’ ‘They went. They fought. They conquered or died. Heaton they never returned, for it was death to return beaten. ” There were then few tribes who bad not heard the Zulu war cry, s’gcc, •S gee. which was hissed as the assegai found the enemy. It was great to die. “Ah! mv father. I am old. I roam from mv subject. I love to talk ..f the glory of my people. Il.it if only before I I coithl see the lonK lines of waving plumes, the shaking shields, the stabbing spears, see the impis stamp their feet and raise their shields; sec them shake the earth with the royal salute. I laved the fight. I loved one woman. It was in the battle 29