Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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ASTBAEA LITERARY SOCIETY

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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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Recollections When de sol spring breeze comes blowin’ To wliar i is er sitting An’ 1 sec de new things growing Dey look so green an’ tiltin’, I kinder ieels a joyfulness; I’d be happy tlioo an’ thoo Kf it warn’t for someone dat 1 miss, An’ dat someone is you. Kf you wuz here beside me As.you wuz, so long ago, Dere wouldn't be no gloominess Aroun’ dis cabin do’. 1 kin see de chilluns playin’ Way down de spring-house clef’; Hit puts me in de min’ of how Things wuz befo’ you lef. Oh, times wuz happy den for sho’ When I wuz in my prime; You recollect de way we use Ter hunt in possum time? You recollect dat ole black houn’, De one dat you called Jeff ? Dat dog warn’t skeered er hide ncr har Or de Devil his own self! You recollect de millon patch Down by de ole creek's ben’? Deni millons sho wuz jest de thing Ter pacify yer, when, Atter de dinner ho’n done blowed You lay down de cotton hoe An’ grab dat bunch er green and red. De sweetes’ thing I know. 23