Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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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

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A DESb'RT EXPERIENCE im| and I were riding along slowly. The sun’s rays were heating down upon the vast expanse of glaring white sand that was so hot that heat waves could he seen rising from it. W e were covered with a fine grey alkali dust and our throats were as dr as pith. High overhead, three buzzards were flaming lazily in a circle. Alter a short period of silence, Ned remarked: My. how good an ice cold chocolate milk with ice cream would taste?” I told him if he did not hush I would get off and choke him. Finally Xed looked hack to see if the others were following, and as he did so. we heard his uncle, Mr. Johnson, shout for us to stop. We did so. and on looking hack saw him waving his hand frantically toward the west. l this moment something went wrong with my motor and I bent over to investigate, hut Xed on looking in the west was alarmed by what he saw, and exclaimed: “Mv goodness. look what a black cloud! It’s as black as ink.” (hi looking. I. too. was alarmed. There is a storm brewing as sure as shooting.” continued Xed. “Ves, Inn what kind of a storm?” I inquired. I don t know, hut it doesn i look like a thunder storm. returned my chum. Xed had described it as inkv black, but this description was not altogether correct, although at first sight the heavens did appear to have a sable pall over them. 'I he color of the sky before me was a greenish black with an underglow of livid copper beneath its ragged edges. While we looked on a zig-zag ribbon of lambent flame flickered across the dark curtain of cloud. It was followed by another and another until the dark cloud was slashed and tom in every direction. “Did you ever see anything like it. gasped Ned. !• ' lhis the truck carrying the tents, grub and water tank stopped close by. Mr. Johnson gave orders to make everything secure. The motorcycles were lashed to the auto and everything that stood a chance of being blown away was Made last. Ned s uncle did not say much while these preparations were being, made, but his looks spoke volumes. It was clear that he feared a terrific wind would accompany the breaking of the storm. Although it was almost dark, the atmosphere had in itself a ghastlv tinge that made our faces livid and unearthly. An odd odor also was in the air. a sulphurous smell that made our nostrils tingle. The whole desert was shrouded in a curtain of darkness and the lightning ripped and tore through the black cloud draperies, hut as yet not a drop of rain had fallen nor had a rumble of thunder resounded. Except lor the zip and crackle of the lightning there was not a sound. Motionless and wordless, we stood by the side of the automobile, watching the inky heavens. Suddenly in the sky there apj eared an extraordinary sight. Imagine a vast form similar to a balloon, slightly inclined to one side, spinning faster than the fastest top. and you have an idea of the strange sight. At the bottom the snout-like form in which the mass ended wavered about Pat e thirty-one