Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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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

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the commercial club

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