Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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9.------------------------------------------------------------- s A Tragedy a------- —. — =s TO BEGIN with. He had rescued Her. It is true, she itvs somewhat bedraggled and dirty. But who could expert anything else after a girl, an extremely pretty girl, had been lost for sometime. The trouble all started when they arrived at the confectioner's. Before that, he had thought her perfectly adorable, as indeed site was. Before the fascinating window, her face was glued, her eyes longing. I like candy, site suggested. “You do? Munch? Which was an extremely senseless remark, but what else could you expect from a woman? Well Everything would have been all right, had not He suddenly glanced up and seen through the window the dazzling beautiful stranger He had been wanting to impress. Goodness! What if the Beautiful Stranger should see him with this dirty, adorable well, baby; that's all she was, anyhow! The thought was too awful, lb- mopped his brow. Suddenly a bright idea occurred to him; Look here, dearie, you stay out here a minute and I'll get you some candy. Isn't that just like a man? She smiled rather mischievously all right! My. what a lucky excapo! he exclaimed, plunging into the candy shop and immediately becoming entirely occupied with the Lady of his Dreams. Was she smiling at him? Or. horrible thought, was she--He turned sud- denly, in time to sec Her wink, yes wink, at the Beautiful Stranger—and then sidle up to him, saying, This’s the best. The beautiful lady smiled and passed out. Could it be that she had looked sorry ? She was munching the pink delicacies. He was scowling down on her innocent head. ‘‘You like candy, do you? very sarcastically. ‘‘Uh huh. O'. he burst forth, almost roaring, you little Imp of Satan! “Munch? A very senseless answer—but what else could you expect? She was only four years old. Letitia Me Neel, TO.

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rooms of the lamented Madison Cawein are still appearing; in current literature. Among the most beautiful and influential of his short poems is At the Day's Close “Through pools of feldspar heav’n above which lies One cloud’s flaming wing, the Cod of Day Wades downward to his death; alone his wa Leap little ripples of the sunset skies; And every stepping-stone of mist he tries With Midas foot, transforms its stony gre To burning gold; until, with one red ray. He sinks, and o’er him. stars, like bubbles rise. So should all Beauty pass; in rich accord With its surroundings; touching Kartli till all Conform with it as an accessory; Transferring to its future the regard Of its own dreams, through which the spiritual At last’s attained and immortality. C OQ - Sleep Sleep comes o’er the aching body. Like a mantle soft and warm. And its gentle folds of darkness Keep us safe from any harm. All the bitterness of day-time. Dark conceit, and anger’s pain. Slip away, for men in slumber Have no thought of paltry gain. For the sad and broken hearted,. Rest is balm for aching grief; To the sick and maimed and suffering Sleep gives peace, and sweet relief. Margaret Brings. 17. 22

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J AC. LAI A LITERARY SOCIETY