Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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THE CLIO LITERARY SOCIETY

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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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THE SILVER BOX I read the letter from Perry again; 1 could scarcely believe my eyes. It was an invitation to spend the Christmas holidays at Aunt Susan’s home with Aunt Susan and Perry—Perry of all persons! I laid the letter aside and opened the next one. It was from Mother. She knew of the invitation and gave permission for me to accept, as Aunt Susan was very urgent, and the time set by the invitation was concident with my holidays. Perry had ever been our subject of interest since Uncle Tom had adopted the orphan left by his best friend at his death. For a time we had heard frequently of Perry's accomplishments. Then Uncle Tom died, and with him Perry's ama2ing achievements, as far as we were concerned, for we were no longer in close touch with Aunt Susan and Perry. I had always loved my kind Aunt Susan. She had many a time saved me the sorrow of tears. Then, too. I was anxious to see Perry—the author of so many extraordinary ventures. Almost capriciously I wrote my acceptance to the invitation. On December twenty-fourth at noon 1 arrived in the mountainous little town of Haleville. The weather was ideal for Christmas. I he cold wind had been the harbinger of the snow, which seemed to fall thicker and faster. I was met by Perry and Aunt Susan, and in a short time we were approaching the house. As wc neared it, I saw a hugh lawn blanketed with snow, having as its central monument the mansion itself, stately, tall, and impressive. The spacious and luxuriously furnished rooms of the interior held a greeting for me which caused me to hold my breath in wonder. I had never known that Aunt Susan lived in a house furnished with every luxury that wealth can buy. The compelling interest of the living room centered, for me, around an enoimous picture that hung directly over the hearth. Even when I turned away, the picture seemed to hold my attention, and focus it upon itself. It was a life sized picture of two men engaged in a terrific struggle; one of them who seemed to have the best of the situation, strangely resembled Perry, though the expression on his face was the most cruel and dmonical that I had ever seen. He held a gleam'ng knife in the air above his enemy, who was almost in a sitting position on the ground, save for tho struggling foreleg, bent at the knee. The picture furnished the keynote of the room. Its coloring seemed to blend with the furniture, and even with the paper on the walls. Perry smiled as he saw me staring almost open-mouthed at the strange representation. Somehow, even the tmosphere of the room bore a relation to the p'eture; I felt strangely curious and mystified. Later in the day. Aunt Susan, wishing to make me feel at home, took me about the house, ending the brief excursion in the art gallery. I stood longest before two landscape pictures which clearly brought out the peace of sunset and twilight in a seemingly remote and very quaint village. At length dark came and after the evening meal we went into the living room. Without, the snow lay in huge drifts, for it had fallen all day. Within. ’ » «• Iwntty-fitr