Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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thought I'd he there again on the bridge? I was in the same place as yesterday, and at the same time. lie again had to be reminded of the fire by Tipsy, who was a very sympathetic listener but who cared for his own comfort as well as his master’s narratives. This was Thursday night. Friday Night 1 lore. Tipsy, come over and be a little more sociable. Now, that is better, don’t you think? You like to have your neck scratched, don’t von? Pretty day today, wasn’t it fine on the hike. You know I never go rowing, but it was rather a nice day for it. so I—But to get right to the point, I saw her on the lake so I went. She is quite accomplished in the art of rowing. That, you know, and swimming, were left out of mv education and training in Paris and Rome. Well, one of my oars just slid right out of my hand and floated off. There I was. without the least knowledge of the first stroke to take in swimming, so I sat and Boated farther from shore and right in her direction. I asked her how she liked this part of the country. Very well, as far as she could tell so far. She didn’t seem to notice the absence of my oars (I had thrown the other one away). I asked her if she could swim. I told her I couldn’t; that if I could I’d be on land now. She appeared to take a little more interest then and discovered that my oars were gone. Well, there’s no use to tell you what we said on the way back to land. In fact, we didn't say much at all. She is easily the most charming young person I ever met though, and I know she likes dogs. He did fix the fire tonight. seemed very observant of Tipsy’s comfort all evening. Hurry and finish your supper, Tipsy, I’ve got something great to tell you! Arc you through? She has a sprained ankle! Not much of a sprain nevertheless she couldn't walk, so I carried Iter home. Yes. carried her had her in my arms all the way with hers up around my neck She asked me to call tomorrow and bring you, lip! Tipsy, I Ijclievc I'm in love, yes I'm quite sure I am. He reached over and got his pipe. It’s a shame you don’t smoke, old boy. You miss half your life not being able to puff out your feelings on a pipe. He put on about the fifth big log since supper, unconscious that the fire was roaring so that Tipsy had moved back of his chair. Then he settled back in the big chair puffing at his pipe. I wonder what we will have to talk about this time tomorrow night. This was Saturday night. Mary Woodruff, TO. 26

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w Six Days—The Seventh THANK Heaven, Tipsy, maybe we will have a little peace, now those troublesome neighbors have moved! Lord, that irl! Did you ever see anybody to equal her? Tipsy, old fellow, tell me, that isn’t the kind of mistress you would want, is it? No. of course not. W hy. I don't believe she even knew you were in existence. No, I’m quite sure she wasn't the one for us and I'm glad the whole family hasgone—to goodness-knows-where. We came out here to get away from women, didn’t w Jack was sitting in front of the great rock fireplace. Tipsy was stretched at his feet. He leaned over to put another log on, then settled back in his chair smoking with a happy, contented air. This was only Monthly night. Tuesday “Well, what do you think of that, Tipsy? Isn't that just our luck! Moved in today while 1 was over in the valley, still moving, too. I suppose: looks as if they were going to stay. I haven’t had the pleasure of even seeing our cordially welcome place—or their neighlmrs either. e? Not to look for them. : ighbors yet. I hope they won't like the They were again in front of the fire, the two of them, the man and the dog. Jack again leaned over and put on a log, but more vigorously tonight than last. There was not the same quiet, peaceful air as before, either. Wednesday Night —“Tipsy, did you ever dream a dream—a sweet,happy Sort of a dream when you’d set something all soft and white and pink and just as you’d reach out to get it, it would be gone? Well. I had a vision something on that order today. I was standing on the rustic bridge, you know, the one over the little stream just north of the mill, and I heard the leaves sort of crackle up on the hill behind me. I turned around and just stood there. 1 guess that is the reason she ran, but I just couldn’t move. I’m sure she is one of our new neighbors: and-'Tipsy. I don’t believe I'm quite of the same mind as last night: I rather hope they stay.” He didn’t put a log on immediately, in fact he wouldn’t have put one on at all had Tipsy not moved closer to the irons and whined a little, for it was getting cold in the room. “You remember what I told you last night, don t you, 1 ipsy? 1 saw the same vision again today- yes. it was a vision, I never saw anylxxly look like that, but I’m quite sure she is one of our neighbors. Tipsy, do you supjjose she 2 S

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JUST ;u the roses come in June and ihe wild flowers in April, so the Senior luncheons come near the end of the semester. A girl laden with a bouquet of flowers and a basket of dainties coming up the stairs, making her way toward 310, means a luncheon. If you chance to be detained for private consultation or er—a matinee, you will see six or eight girls sally forth from the High School dining room hearing pretty cards with their names carefully written upon them: that means a luncheon. • Mrs. La Salle C'orbell Pickett attracted her audience by her charming personality when she spoke in the High School auditorium on the evening of March 18. She is the wife of General Pickett, who led the charge at Gettysburg, and spoke most interestingly of “The Friends of Yesterday.” t • • Mr. Price and his science pupils have installed a wireless station on the roof of the school for experimental purposes. They are now sending messages to any point in the city, and have received messages from stations between Washington and (ialveston. All of the work has been done by the students. • The pupils of the High School have enjoyed an unusual treat in the talks of Kx-I.ieutenant Governor Cunningham. • the Miss Lottie Kvans and Miss Catherine Jones spent the Faster holidays at University. High School pupils arc always glad to get a glimpse of their old friends. Mrs. Arthur Loguc, known to us as Miss Bruce, has been in Birmingham this spring and has visited us often. • • Miss Margaret Drennens engagement to Mr. Harold Bissell has ! een announced. She was a graduate of the class of 1913. 27