Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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feet. They no like it, no like us. They no use”—came hack to him, and he resolved to stay in God’s country if he ever got hack there. Suddenly a bright idea came to him and he began packing with a feverish haste. Hats, shoes, shirts, trousers, brush, comb, everything went in pell-mell. At last. hat. cane and suit case in hand he crept out the hack way. No one stopped him. for he was one of them thar actors and likely to do anything. As soon as he got outside he ran towards the railroad. Just as the director called them all together to begin work again the train for home pulled in. When it left, Mr. Clarence Montague, the great and famous star, was in it. KATHLEEN MERKEL, 18. At Evening Sitting with folded hands, W ith weary eyes and dim. I see the glow on the western sands, The sun on the mountain’s rim; And my thoughts arc turning to-night To song and flowers anti love; To life so sweet in the shining light With myriad stars above. I hear the music of the trees, The summer rain on the grass, The dream-faces hover about my knees; Soft shadows come, and pass. And cluster about my chair. And fairy breezes blow Kisses sweet as May-time air. From lips of long ago. No sorrow or pain 1 know. Longing and yearning are dead; Evening shadows arc falling low About my weary head. Sitting with folded hands, With weary eyes and dim, 1 see the glow on the western sands. The sun on the mountain’s rim. 21 J. Edwyn Morris.

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he stood there in the center of his room some one knocked. He opened the door and there stood the actor who had escorted him here. Hope you like it, old chap,” with a sweep of the arm around the room. “Come on down when you’re ready.” he said, and closed the door. Clarence stood there alone with his hands clenched. Oh, he thought, this is horrible —town people—this room everything is awful. Hut 1 will become a star in spite of everything.” The next day the rehearsals began. All was hustle and hurry. Shouts of the camera-man mingled with the director's orders: perspiring actors moved through the confusion and every one complained of the heat. The sun beat down with a pitiless glare. The long, white, alkali road, winding over the plain sparkled and sizzled with the heat; the short tufts of grass by the road were sere and white from the heat and dust, and even the cacti on every side were almost wilted, a rare defeat for these soldiers of the desert. Clarence stared at everything for a minute and then approached the director: “Hr ah—is there anything for me to do today ? he asked. Of course! why aren’t you doing your work instead of coming here asking what it is? Get out of my way and get on that horse over there. growled the director. The young actor walked over to his mount, stood and from a respectful distance examined it. Finally he went nearer and said. “Now, my good fellow. you arc going to behave nicely and let me ride you, aren’t you?” accompanied by a would-be pat on the neck. The horse turned viciously and nabbed at him just as the director came up. VVhat'che doin’, you big boob? Why don’t you get on that horse and begin instead of standing here blubbering like a two-vcar-old? Don’t you know you’re keeping everybody waiting? Hut I'd rather not ride him. You sec-------” What! Rather not ride him! You get on that horse and hurry up about it. too.” Gingerly. Clarence mounted the horse and had no sooner settled himself than it began tearing around the place amid shouts of, “See the wild west rider!” Watch Buffalo Hill!” and “Keep it up, Clarence, me boy. You’ll get to stardom soon.” Hat. gloves, monocle went flying in every direction, while their owner held to the saddle for dear life. First on one side, then on the other: forward, then backward he swayed just as the horse reared in a final attempt to shake off his burden, Clarence slipped off and ran like a streak to the safety of the hotel. t p the stairs he ran. dashed into his room, slammed and locked the door and then sat down. No vision of star life now. no lofty ambitions, only a great desire to get away from that awful place and a whole-souled wish for vengeance fired his mind. Through the rest of the day he sat in his room, not even venturing out for dinner. The sun beamed down on the huts and the heat in the room was almost unendurable. He sat there on the little bed trying to get c x l by fanning, although he knew that nothing could cool him off. Then he realized that the old Indian’s warning was true -“West got no place for tender- 20

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