Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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1 met a seedy old major—a“ regular armv chap who thinks he knows it all. 11c is about as bow-legged as papa, so you know how funny he must look in uniform and officers hoots. Well. 1 saluted, and after I thought he was out of hearing distance I said to one of the boys with me, ‘‘Golly Moses! How docs he nrr get out of those boots?” Really, mamma, it is the hardest thing in the world to get the things off. I helped a lieutenant get his off once and I put my foot in his stomach and pulled and pulled and he kicked and kicked and I tugged and grunted for an hour, and the lieutenant wasn't even how-lcggcd, so no wonder I marveled how this fellow ever got out of his. But he heard me and the low-down thing sent me immediately to headquarters and there—I was assigned to K. I’, duty for the remainder of the week and “confined to barracks for three whole weeks! nd 1 had a date with that little blue-eved girl for Sunday night! And take it from me, K. 1 . duty isn’t much fun. picking up folks old cigarette boxes with some good-looking girls watching you and laughing at you; and j ccling potatoes for a cross old cook and cutting your finger with a jagged knife. And to think I’ll have to send one of the boys over to Alice’s and have him tell her I can’t come to see her for three weeks because I told the truth—I called an obviously bow-legged major bow-legged. Sometimes it’s not much fun I eing one of “Democracy’s Vanguard.’ As ever, your devoted son. Sammie. LT. S. A. f S — I he candy was fine. Tell Sis to make some more and be quick about it. Sara McCarty, ’IS. THE HEART OK THE HILLS Far away from the noisy city A wonderful country lies, Where the wind-flower swings And the oriole sings All day under azure skies. Tis a land of rest and beauty. And peace all this valley fills. There skies are blue And friends are true. Tis the happy heart of the hills. 1 long to dwell in this country; To rest by its rippling rills. To banish dull care. With all doubt and fear. There, in the heart of the hills. —Eva Quirk, T8. Paqt Ixrrnty-five

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daughter. Then she would have—but that is not the question. I would have said that it was as nothing and that saving lives was an every-day affair with me and hence I thought nothing about it. I had rounded the curve and the puffing of the train came plainly to my ears. The rails lay out perfectly before me. I jumped from the rails and a huge freight train | Kissed by. Ah, yes. it might have been, hut it wasn't. Mac Fornky, T9. OVERHEARD Mawnin’, Sambo! “How's you? 'Tse all right. hot you lookin' so spunkeious erbout? J'sc gwine ter dc bank! “L)e bank? Nigger, whatcha think you wants at er bank? 'Tse gwine t' buy sum mo’ shrif stamps. Has you got cny ? W hot’s dem shrif stamps? “Whot's dat? You (loan know whot’s er shrif stamp? Nigger, yer eddi-kaslmn am awful. Dev's stamps you gits at dc pos' office an' bank. Dev’s ter titc dc Kcescr wid. “Whot dev cos'? Aw. nigger, shet up! I sc gwine ter tell yer all erbout hit if ver let me splain hit. Dev cos' two bits. “Whot yer do wid dem? “Yer git foah dollahs wuth an' swap dem ter er Baby Ron’. “What dey cos’? -VlU gcr’ didn t I tell you dat dey cos’ foah dollahs an’ er few cents intrust? hot dey good fer?” De gubberment will gib yer five dollahs fer hit in nin'tecn twenty-tree, an' if yer need de money Ik-foah den dey will gib yer ba’k yoah money. Wish Alt bad er hundred dollahs. Hundred dollahs? Whot yer want wid dat much? “If yer gits sieh yer gits yer money fer ver Baby Bon’? “Dat’s right. Lead me ter de bank, nigger! I’se got er quartah an’ I’se gwine jine! YlKC.lt. Wll.OKK. ’IS. fn-mfy-ntnc