Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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and looking at it closely 1 perceived a ragged tear running its course down one side. Being fastidious myself, 1 of course felt a natural repugnance for this playmate of my little sister and wondered how my mother could allow her daughter to associate with one possessing these characteristics. Suddenly there was a squeal of dismay and I saw the child hastily drop her lorgnette, in order that she might push the scraggly flaxen locks out of her eyes. Then, turning sideways so that the tear in her skirt would remain invisible, she said to me in tones that I had never heard her use before. “Why, Teddy—I mean 'Theodore! 1 didn't see you! Did you see him, Patty?” But my little sister did not answer all ai once. She fixed an impish eye upon Cynthia's blushing countenance, and started to dance around her ill a circle, screaming at the top of her voice, the while. “So that’s who you arc crazy about! Wouldn't tell me! Thought I wouldn't find out! Hides his picture 'neverthing! So that's who your------.” She was interrupted here by her friend who cried. “I’m not! Don’t you believe it. Teddy! Why, I never even------’’ But. thinking that my dignity had been assailed sufficiently, I “squelched her with a look and said coldly, Be still! Run along and play with your dolls, little girl!’’ 'Then, flecking a speck of dust off my coat, 1 turned haughtily, and wended my way up the street, dismissing the unpleasant scene from my mind. Although T did hot care especially where I was going, I soon found my way to the house of my “buddy, Jack. And while 1 was there a marvelous thing happened, for 1 met Alicia, who had but come home from a year’s stay at school, and who was spending the day with Jack’s older sister. As she came up the path, I thought she was the most beautiful object I had ever seen. “Tall, and most divinely fair. with crinkly brown hair and laughing brown eyes, she looked like a picture of Diana, nr some other goddess. A feeling of rapture came over me. Jack's older sister said in a low voice, ‘‘Bob Simpson's little brother, Teddy. You know Bob is president of the (dee Club, and captain of the football team, and a wonderful dancer! Then we were introduced, and I could see that she was interested right away. I will admit that I have a way with me, but usually this quality isn’t discovered immediately. But then Alicia was of the appreciative type! Walking home, an hour or so later, 1 reflected upon the new wonderment that life held for me. Of course, she was a bit older than I—two years, in fact -but. goodness, in a few years it wouldn't make so much difference! For instance, when I would be twenty-three, and she twenty-five—why, it wouldn’t he anything at all. Here the sound of our dinner gong, half a block away, interrupted my musings, and I hastened homewards. Page Thirty-one

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CURRY LITERARY SOCIETY

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For a month I continued in a dreamy state of mind. Everything seemed to be in my favor, for even mother didn't suggest that 1 do some extra studying, as she had formerly. As for those little creatures, Cynthia and Patricia, they kept out of my way beautifully. True, Alicia was mighty popular, and I couldn't always see her alone, hut when I did she was lovely to me. and so solicitous of my family! And then came the day of the Rockaford picnic. The affair was unusually large, and everyone, from ten upwards, attended. Why, even my brother Bob, who is nineteen, and the head of everything, went! The event had been eagerly anticipated by me. for was not Alicia going, and would not her favoritism for me be shown before everyone? The day was most warm, but I kept cool, with numerous ice cream cones and glasses of lemonade, dispensed at a friendly booth. There was a whole flock of little children there, but for the most part they kept at a discreet distance. It was late in the afternoon when I suddenly discovered that 1 could not find Alicia. Perhaps while I had been gone that last time for cooling refreshment, she had slipped out into a wooded path to get away from the crowd and wait for me! But—it was not so. Seated upon a big boulder I found Alicia and Bob—my brother Bob. Unseen by them I stood still, and then I heard Alicia say. “Do you really think my eyes arc pretty? That’s just what your brother Teddy says. He’s a nice little kid, and I have actually wanted to meet you—really 1 have! Silently I walked away, and walked with bent head and heavy heart, on and on, and on. until I finally stopped again; for, under a tree, with a doll beneath her arm. and gazing up at the sky, sat Cynthia, my little sister’s chum. As I stood there tender thoughts began to steal through my mind. She was a pretty little thing, just like a statuette. The sinking sun touched her hair with gold, and lent a luminous quality to her blue eyes. Why she was—she was—why, she was almost related to me! My own precious little sister's friend—you knew that she was the kind who would stick to a friend forever! “Why, Cynthia! 1 cried, a trifle huskily, W hat are you doing here? It's getting awfully dark, isn’t it?” But I was not prepared for what happened next. Getting to her feet, and rising to her full height, she gazed at me superbly, saying in coldest tones these significant words: “Be still! Run along and play with your dolls, little girl! Then, flecking an imaginary speck of dust from her shoulder, she walked on back through the woods, until the foliage of the trees hid her from my view. As I followed slowly, a stray phrase came to my mind. “A woman scorned ------ Wasn’t that it? Well, anyway, whatever it was, Cynthia was the perfect embodiment of it all. Putting my hand in my pocket. I touched a folorn dime—my last friend, and the exact price of a glass of lemonade. And so 1 hurried hack to the picnic grounds before the lemonade booth should close. Evelyn Heidkxrich, ’28. Pa ye Thirty-two