Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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the girls about it. I know it must I stolen! Oh! I'll never get another like it. U by, it s cven prettier than Agnes Winthrops. and Iters came from New Y ork Oh, dear!” Why, I took your book to sec how to fix mine. It's on the library table with Jerry's and mine this minute, Hilly fairly shouted. Y ours and Jerry’s' irginia looked up with an expression of mingled relief and amusement. Then there followed a discussion of “The Sweet Hoy Graduate, the rival volume which the senior boys meant to use as a burlesque of the girls' -precious books. Another honk interrupted this most interesting conversation. Hilly and Virginia rushed out and met Jerry at the steps. “Hill, he began, you got me so muddled with your blamed ole ‘dead stuff that 1 actually didn’t know how to make my mabi petition. Say, how about the senior play? “Oh, gurgled irginia in a tone which meant Of course. I’m delighted ’ and so forth. '1 hen before Hilly had a cltatice, innocently to “let the cat out of the bag — brothers are noted for that the none-too-melodious voice of little Lizzie was heard singing, lieah comes the cake, fillin's an’ all contract!” And since the occasion did not demand it, irginia did not trouble to explain that the once-lost fillings didn l happen to he edible, but accepted the treat most heartily. A few moments later, between huge mouthfuls of cake, Virginia exclaimed. I guess we 11 have to save the crumbs for uur ‘grad’ hooks!’’ “Y ou bet, Jerry agreed. And. say, let’s put ’em on the page with the senior play!” 1 f there s any left, corrected Hilly, with one eye on the cake platter. Mai. vina Cot km an and Ruth Dkwhkkry, A SONG OF SEASONS Oli it’s fine to be alive in th' Spring o’ th year, In th glorious, radiant Spring; W hen there s life in th’ air, in th’ ground, everywhere- - ce, it's great to Ik alive in th’ Spring! 1 h it s fine to Ik alive in th’ hot Summertime. In th lazy, old, hot Summertime; W hen th' snowy cloud-flakes are mirrored in lakes; Gee, it s great in th’ hot Summertime! Oh it’s fine to be alive in th’ Kail o' th’ year. In th’ color splashed days o’ th' Fall; hen there s red on the trees and a snap in th’ breeze. Gee, it's great to Ik- alive in th' Fall! h it s fine to 1m- alive in th' brisk Wintertime, In th blusterin' sharp Wintertime: W lien there’s snow on th' ground, on th' trees, all around— (tee. it s great in th' cold Wintertime! J. Martin Smith. ’ ]. I ujc Twenty-six

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Sweet Boy Graduate.” ’l Say, Ginger—” he began, but was interrupted by a stream of Horrids” from the sofa. “What in the world? Well for crap’s sake! What ails you? he stammered. Horrid—horrid—horrid 1 came the only reply. “Aw, sis, don’t,” Billy remonstrated. His boyish attempt to quiet his sister was interrupted by a series of “honks which issued from the driveway. Startled by this unmistakable announcement of a caller, irginia sat l olt upright on the divan. “Gosh, 1 forgot! muttered Billy. “Th—that's Jerry—cr—he sent me to see if you were here. He, that is, 1 think he wants to ask you— Oh!” The clouds vanished from the face of the occupant of the divan. “Oh!” And with a dash she rushed up the stairs and into her room with her helpless brother closely following and attempting to explain. “Hush! I'm not any more listening to you than the man in the moon, she interrupted the well-meaning youth. “Do something useful. Call out the window that I’ll be right down. “I ley, Jerry, he yelled, reduced to obedience by the sudden burst of emotion he had just witnessed. “Ginger says she’ll be right “Wait, came in a pitiful groan from Virginia, who had just discovered beneath her eyes the tell-tale circles which time only could remove. I can’t let Jerrv sec me notv! Tell him I've fainted or I'm sick or dead—anything! “She savs she’s dead!” called Billy, keeping a curious eye on a rapidly moving powder putt. “Don’t, screamed irginia. “Well, that’s what you did say. No—Oh, 1 mean yes, but tell him h, tell him I'll be right down. And so it was that a few minutes later “Ginger bounded upon the running board of Jerry's car. 1 say. Ginger, Jerry exclaimed. “I was coinin’ in whenever your fool brother found out— “Yes. yes. prompted Virginia, eagerly. Well. I hate to bother you. but may I—borrow your Virgil? he at Iasi announced. Virginia could have fainted, but she didn’t. Instead, she smiled that stiff, glittering smile with which we try to conceal our disappointment, fter all, no one knew that she had expected a bid, so she merely presented the book to her “most ardent admirer. who promptly drove off. leaving her to mourn her loss alone. “Golly, Billy grinned as he cast a critical glance upon his sister. If you aren’t the most peculiar jxirson I ever saw! You girls are a mystery to me!” “Shut—up! Virginia burst out. with symptoms of a “return engagement of the weeps —to quote Billy. “My book! my book! my precious book!” she wailed. “Book? inquired Billy. “Yes—I didn’t tell you, did I? It’s mv wonderful grad. l ook! I left it on my desk at school and nobody’s seen it since, and Miss Lowell has questioned all Page Twenty-five

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