Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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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

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ASTBAEA LITERARY SOCIETY

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But dcm ole clays is passed an' gone An here I'm all alone; An tain't gon be so very long 'Fore I’ll be cornin' home. Each time dc sof spring breezes come Dey brings me mem’ries sweet. An’ I'm lookin' forwards to dc time When my res' will be complete. —C. Fred Hard. ’17. Am I My Brothers Keeper And in his journeying the man came to a magnificent structure, a temple which his wealthy brothers had budded to their C od. In passing he halted and mutely gazed at the church. And it so happened as he stood with his eyes fixed and eager, that another traveler came his way. But he passed the man in scorn and haughtily entered to do worship. A warm rush of air came out as the rich man went in. The poor, benighted wanderer cried after him. “Art thou thy brother's keeper? But his brother heard him not. It chanced in his searching, struggling life, the man straggled into an art gallery for the warmth and comfort found therein. And as he wandered aimlessly up and down the passage he saw a picture, a picture of such misery as lie himself had known. On a sleet-covered bench in a frozen park were remnants of manhood crumpled and cold the poor wretches having not a place in the bountiful earth in which to lay their heads. The man caught sight of the title below the picture, then gropingly he stumbled out into the cold world. A picture came to his mind’s eye, a picture of the time before his descent on the ladder of sin. He saw himself as he stood before a marvelous temple and hungered for the light and warmth afforded there for his soul; he felt again the unchangeable longing of man for man. His mouth tightened into a hard, straight line. The man, hardened by circumstance, took up his journey again, and in the bitterness of his heart repeated over and over the title of the picture, Am I my brother’s keeper? For those who have eyes, let them see. and those who have ears, let them hear. MARY D1 CT.HK, Ifc 24