Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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ART CLUB

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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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ONE MILE TO GO Mr. Penning! Mr. Penning! Telegram for Mr. Penning! Joseph Penning, clean-cut and handsome, looked up from the paper he was reading. What was up? He called to the page and ripped open the envelope handed him. The perusal of the telegram lasted hut a second. “Lexington next, (jet Acme Mfg. Co. order. He’s hard. Use tact. BROWN.” Penning was a man of decision. “No answer. Bud. Here. And handing the boy a quarter he turned to the hotel desk, where he inquired about the next train for Lexington. The clerk glanced at the clock which showed $f.:3h and replied with a curt “15 minutes. Thanks. Penning hastened to his room, threw a few belongings into his hags and returned to the desk. Settling his hill he sallied forth and ten minutes later he was leaving the outskirts of the city behind him. One hour sufficed to bring him to his destination. Lexington was a town of ten thousand, small in size hut large in ideals and ambitions. A number of passengers alighted with him and he determined to let them lead him to a hotel. As he was passing through the gate his attention was drawn to a man leaning against the wall, who was appraising his face ami well-knit figure with critical eye. Penping looked the man in the eyes hut he continued to stare. “What in the deuce ails that fellow? I’m no jay bird. However, he soon forgot the incident and with springy stride issued forth from the station. 11 is plan worked and In following a fellow passenger he was soon ensconced in a comfortable chair in a hotel. 'The place was strange to him and he let his curious gaze roam over the occupants and equipment of the big room. Allowing his eye to drift to the door he was interested in observing the entrance of the man who had inspected him at the station. Penning, watching, saw him walk to the desk and peer at the register. He saw him start ever so little as he came upon a name. The man turned ami with a swift glance swept the lobby. As lie caught sight of Penning lie strode forward. “Now for a solution of this mystery, Penning muttered to himself. 'The man stopped before him. “Mr. Penning, I believe? “Correct, sir. “Mr. Penning, allow me to introduce myself, Marvin Dunaway, coach of the Lexington Athletic Club.” “Very glad to know you.” Penning looked his curiosity. “One question first, Penning. Are you he who made the record on the mile at Yale three years ago ? Dunaway leaned forward in his eagerness. “I am.” “Great! Listen. Penning are you in form to run?” “Yes. I get a little inside track work three or four times a week.” . “Better still. Let me tell you my reason for accosting you. Lexington is a small city, hut our spirit cannot be equaled. Wc believe in trading at home and in close cooperation. In the course of a few years a rivalry has sprung up Page 7 'we iity-c igh i