Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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MIRROR BOARD

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The steps necessary in production soon become familiar to those working on The Mirror staff. They are similar to our A I’. C’s and have to he learned in order. First, the material must appeal to the students, our reading public, and it must uphold a standard to a certain degree. If it is passed upon it must then undergo a spelling test, next an arithmetic test, that is. the counting of lines and spaces tor the printer. Now it is ready for the proof to he made; then comes the reading of the proof and at last the final step, publication. In the publication of The Mirror this year we have met with higher prices in paper, printing and all incidental supplies; nevertheless the student expected to get The Mirror at the usual price. At one time prospects for the financial success of The Mirror looked doubtful, hut as a result of a plan of com| ctition between The Mirror agents and the advertising campaign launched on April twenty-third, the problem of finance became less troublesome. On this occasion Mr. Ed I .each addressed those interested in carrying out the campaign and it is due to his enthusiasm and interest and the energy of the business staff that The Mirror has reached the goal set—thirty pages of ads. It is with due appreciation of this interest and the supixirt of the student I tody that the e litors of The Mirror conclude their year’s work.—A. J. The poem. “Belinda,” which apl cared in the Easter number, was written by Ruth Moselv, '21. Pag, Tiventy-one

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GRAD BOOKS T 'or the benefit of the unenlightened, we will preface our story by explaining that graduation, or grad, books, as they are called, preserve for the senior maiden a diary or record of her most significant school days. The typical grad, book is the much prized treasure-house wherein one may find anything from inscription., such as “I shall always remember our friendship and hope that it will grow in the years to come.” to locks of hair, and—? Virginia rushed into her house with a series of excited Ohs and 'Whs and slammed her school books down upon the library table. Hilly. she called, as she made a leap for the stairs, it's come! It's come! And it’s the prettiest one in the whole school or anywhere! Oh! Oh! Oh! I’m so excited I don't know what to do. and -Oh! Oh! Oh! Well of all the saints! came in sophisticated yet boyish tones front the study. What on earth ails you. (linger? Did you escape from Uitin matinee or did Jerrv ask you to the senior pla ? Neither! Oh, man alive! It’s my book! My grad, book the one Aunt Sarah promised to send. I bad no idea she’d really send it. but she did—and it„s a beauty! All the girls are green with envy! I just feel like a million dollars! Don't you wish you bad one? She Hashed the purple and gold book before Uillv's eyes and whirled away to seek more enthusiastic members of the family. The next day at precisely the same hour Virginia made another noisy entrance into the house, but this time she was accompanied by a mournful succession of Aws and Ohs which were indeed unusual in the Miller home. I he first member of the household to hear what had called forth these doleful sounds was Lizzie, the daughter of the cook. At present, this dusky personage cast her shadow across the dining room door and stood poised on one red-clad foot with a cujj towel in one hand and a bowl in the other. ()b, Lizzie.' wailed Virginia, I don't know what to do! It’s goue—my precious grad, book—and I had just filled it—! ()h! exclaimed Lizzie, with a broad smile. I wuz jes’ wonderin’ jes what them things wuz, hut bein’s hit’s got t'illins. I low's as how hit’s a cake Doan you worry. Miss (finger. Mammy’ll make it all rat—heaps better’n yo’un, I spec, hein’s you aim over ’sperieuced in them things. I’ll jes go and git ’er. Lizzie. I think you’re horrid! and then the tears began to flow. This was indeed a strange sight for the little maid, who stood first on one foot and then on the other, rapidly biting her fingernails. Everybody’s horrid -horrid—horrid! Virginia sobbed from the depths of numerous sofa cushions. I he sight of her mistress in tears was too much for the little maid and she shuffled off in embarrassment. irginia s grief over the lost hook had rapidly risen to the uncontrollable stage. Such was the state of affairs when Hilly entered, brandishing above his head a yellow note-l ook on which was crudely inscribed in black letters, The Patjc Turnty’ihree