Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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the commercial club

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Dusky Valiants of Old Virginia Ah. gwan! Yu lazy, trifln’ nigger! Yu minds me ob ole Ginger hcselt! He so lazy lie can t drink dc water atter we draws it fur 'ini: but jes stan’s dar eyeing it wid his nose in de air waitin' fur us ter drink it fur 'itn. Ilettcr go long, boy, draw yo' water. Ole Ginger done begin pokin’ hisself over hyar now. fur to drink his till an' den walk off an tek his res’ titten fur a king! Whoa, dar, ole lazy hones! liar yu gwin, nohow: Yu needin' he walkin ‘round hyar lak yu own 1 is plantation! Don' inek no diff’ence ef yu did use to l e de pride oh dc earth an de apple oh ole massa’s eye' You done had yo'day! Yessuh! The speaker ceased suddenly, though merely from want of breath, and gazed about him with an air of self-approval. The black eyes of the young means, aged eleven and ten respectively, met and held each other for a minute. The elder of the two flung a threatening glance at the other, who cautiously advanced to the well and began slowly drawing the water, all the while eyeing his companion askance. “How meny mo' times I’m gwine tell yu to draw dat water, nigger. Don’ vu know mammv's waitin’ fur to wash deni clos’?” • • “Now look-a hyar. Jim Ramsey, mah patience done gib clean out! hut dat mammy tell yu ’bout practicin' whut yu preach: Yu lazy scoundel! How meny buckets yu drawed today, nohow?” “Whut dat yu say bout lazy scoundel: Jes’ say it ergin an I’ll show yu how lazy I'm is!” Robinson Crusoe carefully set his bucket down by the side of the well and advanced to meet his opponent, who took a few steps backward. Meanwhile, having scented trouble, a group of ragged pickaninnies had collected around the two combatants and were waiting eagerly for the tray. “Yes. dat’s 'zacly whut I said. Yu lazy scoundel! Now show me how-lazy yu is!” “Oh, Jim! Yu an' Robinson Crusoe slop dat lightin dis minit. I’m gwine to git Plug! He gotta sho’ sec dis fight!” and onus, the black, sped Up the lane, her red dress fly ing in the breeze. Then an ominous sound rose over the hill -Aunt Dinah’s voice, which boded no good. “Yassum, we's coinin'!” Robinson Crusoe shouted. 'Wow. Jim. he continued, ‘Wu draw yo water an' den we ll tight.” Jim obeyed instructions, and then, as V enus had returned, dragging the panting Plug, a child of four, behind her. the battle began. Feeling some vague excitement in the air. ole Ginger” sauntered over to the well and gazed upon the scene with an air of great indifference. The day was warm and lie felt the need of refreshment. Gently approaching the scene Paoe tn-tntv-th'te

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of action he relieved one of the brimful buckets of its contents and kicked the other over to bask in the midday sun. And now the excitement became intense: the crowd applauded with vigorous shouting, which reached Aunt Dinah, as she set about her work. “Ah knowed dev wuz up to sum debblement,” she exclaimed. So sending her daughter to the field tor a new supply of sassafras branches, she set out across the hill. “Better sit down and tek yo res', chillun, caysc yu sho’ gwine need it’.” she exclaimed as the significance of the situation burst upon her. “Whut ah done sen ye attcr, nohow? she asked, rudely seizing each bv a shoulder and eyeing the empty buckets. “We don’ drawee! yo’ water, mammy. Jim timidly ventured. “Don' yu tell me none ob dem tales, nigger! W hat yu reckon I'm got eyes fur? Consternation fell upon the whole assembly; fear seized even the dusky valiants, who were visibly shaking from head to toe. “Xeedn ter start dat whimperin' neither! ’ and mammy rolled up her sleeves. “Cum on. Ambrosia! she called. “Bring dem switches! I’se waitin’ fur • a cm! Lrcii.E Montgomery Martin, l». Love’s Song oj the Sea Springtime is wing time for me. Love. And I’ll sail o'er the billowy sea Far out o’er the deep blue waters. Far out, and away from thee. But springtime soon will end. Love. And my weak little craft will fail. Then back o’er the sparkling waters. Back o’er the sea I'll sail. There’ll be a glad song in my heart. Lo e. As I sail o’er the calm, calm sea— As 1 sail o'er the sunlit waters. As I sail back home to thee. —SrsiK Rosa mono, ’IL