Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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“Just for that I'll get a regular dog and show you what a-a-a Insect that it! Insect indeed! That’s another name. Still they come, it seems. So. this is the regular dog! Oh. oh. oh! He must be a giant, 'stead of a dog. Goodness, gracious, look at those teeth, and he hasn't any face at all. How in the world does he stand on those bow legs? Here’s a regular dog. Sic. Now we’ll see if your old Jelly Beans will be quite so numerous after they get a look at this. Well, if that's what it takes to keep the Jelly Beans away from my Pretty Lady, then please make me a Regular Dog! MARGARET MARVIN. ’22. AS NIGHT DEEPENS The Western hills turn purple, as the sun Sinks down behind them at the close of day; And darker still they fade, as one by one The minutes and the hours glide away. They softly fade until the night comes on. Until their forms show dim and dully grey— Until the last pale light of day is gone— The darkness of the night has come to stay. Then out of darkness come the haunting cries Of beasts and birds that prowl the woods and hills. The wind blows through the trees and sobs and sighs. With haunting sounds the black of night it fills. The night deepens and the whole world sleeps. But on its way the light of dawning creeps. JAMES EATON. ’24. ■A. Page Twenty-three

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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A PUPPY Well, here I am. nine days old! And I can see! That must be what all those strange voices meant, especially the gruff one when he answered the wee one. “Why. Sonny, they’ll open in nine days. My. but how funny everything looks, and so bright too. Goodness, but the world is small! f our sides and six mothers and sisters, and my mother! Oh. here comes another one of those voices; now maybe I can see what they look like. Ma, they've got their eyes open. Can I pick this one up? Oh. ain’t he cute? “Cute —1 guess that’s my name. Oh. the world’s getting bigger. Why, I can see just lots of things, and those voices belong to humans. One's little and funny looking and his name is Sonny; while the other is tall and good looking and her name’s Mother. My. but 1 wish Sonny wouldn't squeeze me so hard, ’cause I’ve just had my dinner. Oh. dear, now he's put me back again, but he didn't pick up the rest. Huh. 1 must be queer somehow. Gracious. I didn’t know there were so many people in the world. Here I’m not even a month old yet and I guess I must have seen millions of them. And why do they all pick on me so? Of all the remarks—honestly. I'm so mixed up 1 don’t know what to think. Some people call me “Cute.” others Pretty, but all the gruff voices say I’m a Cur or a Mutt; so for goodness’ sake, now what is a respectable wooly poodle to think? And what are my eyes for anyway—to punch? Everyone that comes either punches my eyes or pulls my ears or squeezes me; how do they think I'm ever going to gorw. if they keep turning me upside down all the time? Now here comes another one. Oh. isn’t she pretty? Goodness. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful in all my life. I wish I belonged to her. Oh. and I believe she likes me too. Listen! Oh. Bud, get me that one. Oh. isn’t he precious? 'Oo was muvver’s ’ittle Snookums, wasn’t ’oo? So that’s what I am. a Snookums! No. I can’t be a Snookums either, ‘cause Bud said. Snookums nothing; he’s a regular fish hound! Now who ever heard of a poodle hunting fishes? I’m so lonesome—way out here all by myself. I don’t see what my pretty Lady bought me for. if she’s going to leave me out in a cold box all by myself. 1 wonder if they don’t know puppies have feelings same as anybody else? But here comes my Pretty Lady. So I don’t care. Yes. oo was lonesome, wasn’t you? Kiss your muvver, darlin’. and kiss your Daddy, too. Daddy! For reaven’s sake. Sis, do you think's I'd be daddy to that. Get one of your old Jelly Beans to be its daddy. Jelly Bean—ugh! I can’t stand jelly and I hate beans, and. anyway, what can jelly and beans have to do with my Pretty Lady? But I guess he was only joking, ’cause she said they were dears” and slapped him. too. Now fhe’s a dear. so I wouldn’t mind having two of them. Page Twenty-two

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