Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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GUO LITERARY SOCIETY

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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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A Modern Version of the Kilkenny Cats School was out. and Hilly Williams was walking homo. Taken as a whole the day had not been successful. Miss Walsh, his teacher, had, during every recitation, called on him for exactly the questions he did not know, and as a result lie had spent an extra hour iti school studying. Also this was the first balmy day »f April, and his parents had, as he thought, unreasonably refused to allow him to go barefoot. Now, as he thought of all this, he decided to go barefoot for the rest of the afternoon 11 is father would never know it. So he sat down and quickly rid himself of those useless articles of apparel, shoes and stockings. bile he was doing this, his boon companion came up. John Cutler, known as “Dome.” was a boy with a rather practical mind, and the first remark he addressed to Hilly was. “Say. 1 don’t believe that those cats really ate each other up. ’Phis was in reference to the story of the famous Kilkenny cats that had been told by Miss W alsh that day. Of course they didn’t, but gee, I bet they fought hanging over that line. As he said this a daring and altogether novel idea sprang into Hilly’s mind. Why not imitate those reckless soldiers of Kilkenny, and tie two cats together by their tails and hang them over a rope and let them fight! Hilly did not stop to think, but rapidly outlined his plan to John, whom he sent in search oi a cat. lie himself set out for home to secure a pet Maltese belonging to his older sister. Hilly crept in. He discovered Fluff dozing on a sunny window sill and cautiously approached her. Hut she fled and took refuge upstairs. Bill immediately followed and dragged “Fluff,” snarling and spitting, from under a bureau. Outside he met John with another one. a wild-looking “Tiger. They tied the tails together, and threw the two cats over a clothes line. The imitation was a success. The cats, after being hung on the line, yowled most pitifully for a second. Then each abruptly and at the same instant, discovered that he was not alone and each seemed to blame the other for his pain. Never had Billy pictured such a tight, even in his w ildest dreams. Snarls and shrieks and hits of flying fur tilled the air. As Hilly and John, seated in a chicken coop a little distance away, watched this whirling mass, fate was fast sealing their doom inside the house Mrs. Williams, entertaining callers, tried to carry on the conversation and ignore the clamor, but it would not be ignored. After hastily excusing herself, she set out to stop the noise. Just as she reached the back door tin-string on the cats tails slipped and they fell to the ground, vanishing like two shadows. For a second Mrs. W illiams laughed, but remembering herself she called “Hilly.’’ Page faYNlv seven