Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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YANCEY LITERARY .SOCIETY

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One of the most interesting talks heard in the auditorium this year was given by Mr. Oscar Y. Cnderwood, when he visited the High School recently. He talked on the most important power of the government, which is. Mr. I nder-wckkI tells us. the power of taxation. • • The end of the school year will bring its sorrows as well as it? joys. The High School will lose many of its best students after the graduation exercises. Some will go to other schools and colleges in their pursuit of learning, while others will enter the battle of life. Wherever they go. the High School wishes them the greatest success. Miss Weaver has planned for commencement the play usually considered one of the most delightful of all of Shakespeare's comedies. “As You Like It. Those who have seen other plays given by the Dramatic Club expect an unusually entertaining evening. • Central High School pupils win honors wherever they go. even when they compete with pupils from all parts of the country. In the C. I). I). Contest, open to all students of the secondary schools of the State. Miss Mae Payne won the medal for the best essay on Alabama in the Confederacy. • The library of the High School was the scene of much work, confusion and interest recently when the Knglish classes held their letter writing contests. Judges sitt puzzled and thoughtful as they examined the notes and letters of the students. The winners in the contest were as follows: Seniors, Mary C.riggs, Mary Lila Magill. Maud Camhill. Joe Thornton, Winifred Gallagher, Joe C.elders: Juniors. Charles Dodd, Marion Holmes, Patricia Middleton. I 'red Hard. Gertrude Newbert, Ruth Morris; Sophomores, Helen Kcrnstock. Margaret Briggs. Elmer Hoffcr, Bernice Thomas, Stanley Scull, Robbie C.riggs; Freshmen, Elsie Wurstberg, Mona Burrus, Hazel Sedgewick. Miss Lilia Mae Irwin, a 14 graduate, will receive a certificate from Fairmont College this year. 29

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A Woods Story HOW strange everything seemed! The erv room seemed changed! The poker and tongs were walking al out and the clock was dancing a jig, but the most interesting thing of all was the story which 1 heard one piece of wood tell another. A very, very long time ago, said the wood, “there was a little acorn. It fell off on the ground and the next spring it came up, at first only one sprout, but soon it grew to be a line tree. All of this, the big tree told me when I was yet voting. 1 grew taller and taller each year and finally I became tin monarch of the forest. Ah! what happy times those were! In summer the birds built their nests in my I ranches and sang sweet songs to me. In the autumn all niv acorns and leaves dropped off but I was not sad for soon the squirrels came to gather my acorns and take tHem home with them to cat during the coming winter. In w inter the ground was w hite with snow. The wind whistled through my branches but I was not sad. I waited with patient heart until spring should come. Then my leaves came again, the birds returned from the sunny southland, and the ground at niv feet was covered with bright flowers. But this happy time was not to last. One day in summer woodmen came in search of large trees. 1 was seen and immediately cut down. I fell »« the earth with an awful crash. Then I was hauled to a sawmill where I was sawed into hoards and beams. I was bought by a wealthy man and put into a house. If this is the end. thought I. how much better it is to be a house' than a tree. “Years passed, the house was torn down and the lumber carried away. I was bioughl here and cut for kindling. How long I shall I e in this state I do not know, do you? Tow Moon, ’IS. 31