Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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AGL.AI A I.ITEKARV SOCIETY

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HONOR ROLL Adelson. Saul Engineers. Camp Sheridan. Bclden, lvin (Lieut.)—Medical Corps. Blair. illiain Camp Librarian, Camp Shelby. Blank. S. H. (Yoeman) C. S. X.. Mobile. Bromberg, W illiam (Ydcman) C. S. X.. Mobile. Buck, Hubert Signal Corps. Fort Oglethorpe. Durham, Edwin—U. S. S. Roanoke. Engel, I. M. (Lieut.). Engel. W. P. (Lieut.). Fox, Jerome—In France. Garrison. Burdette. Guthrie. Clyde. Haley, J. F.dward. Haley, W. Smythc. Hanby, Robert. Heydom, Gambetta. Holmes. Grady—In France. Jackson, Fred. Jackson. Ralph (Lieut.). Jones. William—In France. Kinney. Irving. Lay, James—-Home Guard, Macon, Ga. Lay hay. Maurice (Capt.)— In France. Long, Earl Infantry, In France. Loveless, Ellis Xavy. Massey. W. Broaddus (Dentist)—Navy, Key West. Montgomery. W illiam E. (Lieut.)- Infantry, Atlanta. Mullen, Kellie Army Nurse in Italy. Pogue. Arthur Signal Corps, Charleston. S. C. Rockett. A11« n—Xavy. Robinson. Gordon—Macon. Ga. Robinson. W illiam Walter—Infantry. Rowley. Harold In France. Sabiston, Robert Infantry, Chattanooga. Tenn. Simpson. Henry ( Lieut.). Smith, W. Sumter (Lieut.) Signal Corps. Dallas, Texas. Sutter, T. D. I'pchurch, Dewey—Coast Artillery. Weinstein. Julius (Lieut.) In France. Williams. John Rufus (Sergt.) Aviation. Wilson, Guy. Wingo, Thomas. Wood, W. W. (Lieut.)— Signal Corps, In France. I’aoe tevrnteen

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MANAGING MOTHER There it lay on the library table, the big. square, white envelope for which 1 had been longing. It was an invitation to the dance of the season, given by the Vice-President of our Senior Class. Oh, how I wanted to go. Wasn't it natural for a girl of seventeen to love dancing? Hut I was almost sure of mother’s verdict—“No.” before 1 asked her. Throwing down my books I picked up the envelope and marched, waving it above my head, into her room. ” I lello, dear. I wish--” ()h! ()h! Oh! Isn’t This just too nice? Marjory’s invited me to her dance. Mother, and it will be just wonderful. nd there s the dearest old rose dress at Hergman’s that will be the very thing and it just suits me. lsn t it joyful.” )n I babbled in the same strain, conscious of the expression on Mothers face and trying to talk it o!T. Still I kept on. until:— Now. Jean, suppose you let me say something. Of course you are not going: I do not approve of those fiances and the boys Marjory will have there. It’s utterly foolish for you to talk so. And as for evening dresses, you are altogether too young for them and dances, too.” The very idea! “If you will wait until later in the summer we might have a little jxarty and-- Hut 1 had fled, tor I knew what “a little party” meant. Tea, in the afternoon, with half a dozen middle-aged Indies—dear, hut old just the same: three or four girls, about that many men. old bachelors mostly, and one boy, the ideal boy. lie was the only child of Mother’s best friend, and 1 could hardly bear him. And that was to console me for that wonderful time at Marjory's—lights, music and real hoys! That night, in bed. I thought about it a great deal, with a few hard thoughts toward Mother. She and ! are really true pals, she shares all my secrets ami reads all my letters—not that 1 have any interesting ones, and I adore her. Hut she does have opinions unlike mine, as you have seen, and she just won't let me grow up. I think that seventeen is old enough to do almost anything, but she doesn’t. Dad and site married when they were young, and they want to keep me from it, as if 1 wanted to marry! So 1 go to few parties, no fiances, atul when any of the boys come over. Dad and Mother help me entertain. That’s all right, but one gets tired of it. And I am not a baby! I thought a long time and was almost asleep when I heard the boy next door whistling. 1 haven’t told you about him. have I ? The family has been living there about two months and I don’t know much about them. Mamma can’t hear the whole family and dislikes the boy especially. “One simply can’t me intimate with such people, you know.” etc. The hoy. rthur, is very good-looking. hut conceited, too. Most of those “pretty hoys are conceited, don’t you think? 1 don’t like him at all, but Mother thinks 1 do. lie had asked twice to call, but once I was going from home and Mother was with me the other time. You can imagine the answer. Remembering that, and his good looks and what Mother often proudly Said—that all the girls in her family married early. 1 giggled, and made my plans. Next day was Saturday: the fiance was to he on Tuesday. It was an ideal nineteen