Ensley High School - Jacket Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)
- Class of 1923
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Text from Pages 1 - 60 of the 1923 volume:
The Thanksgiving Gleam
When the Pilgrims came to our shores and prospered, the gratitude they felt had to be expressed in some concrete way. To them a Thanksgiving Day seemed best, and a Thanksgiving Day they had. Today, we are in the midst of the celebration begun so long ago. What does the season mean to us?
Let us look to a Thanksgiving full of praise for all the beauties of a wonderful world, a world at the laying of whose foundations God was present. “He appointed the foundations of the earth. ’ I et us be grateful for all the people in this wonderful world—myriads of them there are, some good and some bad, but all belonging to the marvelous whole of mankind. Let us be thankful for our own little place in this beautiful world and for the few among the millions whom we may know and love. Thanksgiving means most of all. perhaps, the giving of thanks for home, that heavenly place whose very name is the most melodious of all simple words. At a time when the simple joys of home are rarely appreciated, may this Thanksgiving find us conscious of -our blessings. May the season fill us, too, with the determination to do our task well.
As in the olden days a gleam of light shone out from a tavern window to light the weary pilgrim’s way. so this issue of “The Gleam"—the first from 1923-1924—is intended to light the weary traveler’s journey through the year, making his high school tasks lighter and his way brighter. Just as in that time the gleam of light caused shadows—beautiful shadows, fantastic shadows, so our Gleam will probably cause shadows. We trust they may be beautiful shadows, effective shadows.
In the dim past some wise man said: “There is nothing new under the sun.” We, the Gleam Staff, in getting out this issue, have tried to disprove this statement. If we have succeeded, it is to the credit of the students whose response has been so whole-hearted.
In giving thanks on the wonderful anniversary of Thanksgiving, let us not forget “The Gleam,” the pride of E. H. S.. and the product always of many hours of happy and willing toil.
VIRGINIA AVERYT, '25.William Cullen Bryant As I Knew Him
One evening as I was walking up the road toward the village, I saw an old man walking across a field. Even from afar, he bore that dignified air that would make him singularly attractive, even though he were in a crowd. He climbed over a fence in that slow, careful manner which is peculiar to old folks. He was a gentleman in his seventies, yet he had a healthy look about him. A silver white beard covered his chin and chest. He had long, snowy locks hanging down his back from under an old black felt hat. His nose was round and stubby, and he bore a remarkable resemblance to Santa Claus. He stopped in the road and waited for me.
“Good evening, George!” he greeted me as I came up.
“Good evening, sir. Taking your regular exercise, I see.”
“0, yes, yes. It’s a habit with me.”
“Been a windy day, hasn’t it?”’
“Surely has. Listen how the wind whispers and whistles through those pines on the hill.”
“Uh-huh. Weird, isn’t it?”
“Yes. See that lone oak over in Farmer Osgood’s field? See how sturdily it stands. It has stood there a hundred years and may be standing for many more.”
We walked a while in silence. I was wondering how a man born in such ill health, could now be so robust. Then, too. it seemed almost impossible that a poor farmer lad could now be a man of such great fame.
“Let’s stop a moment,” he said in his slow, deliberate way, “and take a look.”
We had reached the top of the hill by now. To the left, as we faced westward, the hill sloped away into extensive farming lands, dotted here and there with homes and barns of the good farming folk. The lowing of the cattle could be heard, and here and there the faint tinkle of a bell. To the right, the hill rose covered with tall pines shooting their straight shafts toward heaven. In front was the valley where lay the native town of Mr. Bryant. Through the trees in the valley could be seen the steeple of a church; and several columns of smoke rose skyward and disappeared. The delicate blue sky was tinted a soft pink just where the sun had disappeared behind the opposite hill. The fleecy clouds were painted with a tinge of crimson underneath.
“0, look there!” exclaimed my companion. “Once, long ago, I saw a sight like that.”
Silhouetted against the azure sky was a waterfowl. The duck was winding its way through the air. Presently it disappeared into the depths of the sky, leaving us alone in the evening twilight.
GEORGE BRISBIN, ’25.THE GLEAM
The Sport of Sports
What is the greatest of sports? You will say dancing, fishing, swimming. golf. No, it is none of these, although it has all the excellent qualities of each of these. The sport which I am thinking of is the sport of reading.
Who among you does not feel the sensations of th iook down tne long sneives oi oooKs upon top of books in the library? And
how many do not feel the thrills of the explorer as you go perusing from page to page and chapter to chapter? After you select the book of your choice and look through it a bit, you begin to eye around for some cozy nook where you may settle down for a few hours of pleasure. Imagine it is in the winter time. You pull up a nice chair and as you read you have only the crackling of the coals for accompaniment. Or just suppose it is in the summer time. You go hunt the electric fan and connect it on the porch near the swing; or perhaps there are woods near by with a talkative little brook running through their midst. All you have to do to attain unalloyed bliss is to seat yourself on the bank of the stream with your back against a tree. You can read on indefinitely with only the babbling of the brook to interrupt.
“What kinds of books are the most sport?” you ask. Many kinds, I should say; poetry, fiction, history, or even French and Latin textbooks. Have you ever sat down and translated about a half-page of difficult French? Did you not feel the thrills of joy that possess the conqueror? If you do not love great books, try to learn to love them. You will find that golf, fishing, swimming, dancing are not the greatest of sports.
WILLIE MAE MURPHY, ’26.
Scene; A Modern Office.
MR. ELDER, a severe middle-aged man. slightly bald and very businesslike.
ROBERT JONES, a thin, pale, young man of about twenty years of age.
with a slow drawl.
RUTH HUNT, a sweet-faced blonde; very sincere.
LOUISE LONG, a very sharp-tempered young lady of the flapper type. MARTIN SMITH, a brisk business-like young man with a fresh and neat appearance.
JACK, a bright office boy. possessing a large amount of common sense.
(As the curtain rises, Mr. Elder and Robert Jones are sitting by desk covered with papers. Jack is dusting a table near by).
Mr. Elder: “So you have finished business college and have had ar,r
good deal of experience with typewriters, Jones? I believe you said your name is Robert Jones, did you not?"
Jones: “Yes sir.”
Mr. Elder: “Which do you like the better, the Remington or the
Jones: “I like the Smith, sir.”
Mr. ftiner • “Ts vnnr health verv pood?”
Jones: “I ain't ever had pore health.”
Mr. Elder: “Let me sec your recommendation again, please.”
Jones: “Here it is sir. I had to leave Mr. Snow on account of my sister’s health; but she is all right now. I’ve had lots of experience. I learned to use the typewriter a long time ago.”
Mr. Elder: “Thank you for coming, Robert. I will keep the testimonial if you don’t mind. I will call you later if I need you.” (Exit Robert Jones).
“Next, please Jack.”
Jack: (To himself) “That fellow wouldn’t do. ’Boss’ is mighty par-
Ruth Hunt: “I am Ruth Hunt. I seen your advertisement, sir—an— an—”
Mr. Elder: “Just have that seat, please. May I have your recommendation?”
Ruth Hunt: “Yes, sir, here it is.”
Mr. Elder (Reads very carefully): “You have had one year’s experience, I believe. Have you studied Spanish. Miss Hunt?”
Ruth Hunt: “No, sir, I don’t know nothing about it.”
Mr. Elder: “I’m very sorry, but you would have to know a little
Spanish before we could use you.”
Ruth Hunt: “0, can’t you use me, not in no way?..”
Mr. Elder: “I am very sorry.” (Exit Ruth). “Jack, the next.” Jack: “Not many more, sir.”
Mr. Elder: “That’s all right. The right kind of person is going to apply, I am sure. I am not going to employ any one who cannot speak correct English, much less write it. Call the next one. Jack. ” (Enter Louise Long).
“Please have that seat, madam.”
Louise Long: “A friend told me you needed a stenographer. Here is my recommendation.”
Mr. Elder: (looking over the testimonial) “How long did you work
for Glass and Company, Miss Long?”
Louise: “Oh, about six weeks.”
Mr. Elder: “You have finished high school?”
Louise: “Oh, sure; and I ain't one of them girls that’s afraid to work.” Mr. Elder: You know Miss Finch very well, I judge from your testimonial?”
Louise: Yes, sir, me and her went to school together. '
Mr. Elder: "I am sorry. Miss Long, but I need some one with more experience.
Louise: "But I ain't afraid to work: no. sir. I ain’t. And"—(sneezing). "Good morning!”
Mr. Elder: "Good morning. Miss Long. All right, Jack."
Jack: "Yes, sir.” (Enter Martin Smith).
Mr Elder: "Good mornine ”
Martin: "Good morning. Smith is my name. sir. I saw your advertisement in the paper and should like to apply for the position."
Mr. Elder: "Please sit down. May I see your recommendation?"
Martin: "Here it is, sir.”
Mr. Elder: "You have had a great deal of experience. I see that you have studied Spanish.”
Martin: "Not very much. I had a year of it in school, and later I learned to translate fairly accurately when helping Mr. Meredith with some Mexican correspondence. As to my experience, I am rather familiar with the typewriter as was suggested in the recommendation."
Mr. Elder: You are rather well acquainted with the business world?”
Martin: "I think I am, sir.”
Mr. Elder: "We will see: Young man, 1 want to congratulate you on your use of good English. You are the first person who has applied for this position who did not make some glaring error such as 1 ain't or rne and her. Jack, take in the sign, please.”
(Curtain.) MARGUERITE MATLOCK, 26.
"Sav, you with the chic little hat on; come on over and let's make this trip together. Going to Birmingham?”
"So am I.”
Of course, that was a very cheeky manner in which to speak to a stranger, but what’s the use of two normal, talkative girls riding side by side for miles and miles on a lonesome train and never speaking? Nonsense!
"My name’s Doris Peterson; I’ve just been out of town for the weekend.”
"And mine is Gloria Mann. I live in Norwood."
"Are you related to Mary Frances Mann, at Ensley High School? I didn’t think so, for Mary Frances is about three feet taller than you. Yes, I did exaggerate a few inches."
"I know a good many people in Ensley.”
"Do I know Alice Hughes? Well, I should say so. She came to Ensley about the same time Lillian Davis did. Lillian is a girl that always gets8
a second glance of admiration. Of course, you know our shieks. ‘Country Lowery and ‘Pup’ Fayett.”
“Oh, joy, yea.”
“You want to hear about our school? Well, I shall start at the beginning. First, Ensley High is the best school in the South.”
“Wait a minute. We have the grandest principal you ever did see. wii.v lit ko ;» v.n.-iinu rou out; and, believe me, he can bawl
us out! We work hard, but we have a good time aiong witn it. 1 get to school about 8:49 every morning and go straight to room 222 to answer ‘Here!’ to Mr. Kegley’s daily oration. (You see he has the roll memorized). 1 rush through the first two periods. Then comes the silent march of the assembly brigade. The next period I find myself in the ‘bean or ‘hot dog’ line. This over, I sit through four more classes. By the way, we haven’t a speed limit in passing to classes, though it is only occasionally that we find a speed-breaker resembling those on Highland Avenue.’’ “Well, now let me tell you about my school—Phillips High.”
The train has stopped. There is a scuffling to get things together. “Well, I’m surely glad that I met you.”
“We should like to see you over at Ensley High sometime. So long.”
DORIS PETERSON, ’24.
(Everystudent is asleep.)
Temptation: Ha! well we shall see! Ah. Knowledge, you will soon
meet your Waterloo, and find that complete control of Everystudent is not yours. I will bring into his life such attractions that even your influence will not be sufficient to make him withstand them. And, now, I will leave you, Gentle Knowledge, for we must not disturb Everystudent
Knowledge: (Alone) “Yes. as he says: my wits against his for the
control of Everystudent.” (Approaching Everystudent) “Ah, Everystudent, surely you will not let me witness defeat. To think that this imposter would dare attempt your destruction!”
Everystudent: (Awakening) “School finished. By Jimmy, but it
feels great. Now for a day of—”
Temptation: (Entering with Frivolity) “Freedom and fun.” Everystudent: “What? Yes, freedom and fun.”
Frivolity (The child of temptation): “I’m Frivolty; I’ve come to help you in your career of freedom and fun. In your honor, Everystudent, an elaborate ball is now in progress. Fun and Freedom reign there. Flirtation and Jazz will attend you. Come with me, and all your desires will be fulfilled.”
Ambition (Entering): “Ah, Everystudent, has Knowledge forsaken you?”THE GLEAM
Knowledge: “No! Everystudent, remember my promise of success
and happiness. Temptation leads to Failure.”
Frivolty: “Come; do not listen to this idle chatter. We are wasting time. Come, Everystudent.”
Everystudent: “Anything once. On. Frivolity!”
AT THE BALL.
4«n—-------- aii hail Everystudent!”
Temptation (Whispering): “This, Failure, is our latest victim.” Failure: “A likely looking chap. Ah, look! Knowledge and his
crowd are approaching.”
. Temptation: “Have no fear. Everystudent is yours.”
Everystudent: “Pretty good companions here. And who are you?” Temptation: “I am Temptation.”
Everystudent (Frowning): “Temptation? Temptation? Oh. well.
Gee, but this liquid is good. Ah, here you are. Flirtation; come, entertain me. So long, Tern—. Temptation.”
Knowledge: “Ambition, tell me; what shall I do? Look! the sight is too hideous.”
Success (Entering) : “Good cheer, Knowledge. Are you afraid of
Temptation and Failure? Come! we must exercise our arts. Surely, Everystudent has had enough of this. Come! I see Ambition now atenda him. Perhaps Everystudent remembers his determination to attain great heights in the field of medicine. Come, we must triumph.”
Courage (Entering): “Knowledge, come!”
Knowledge: “Yes, I come; but to think that he needs reminding.” Success: “Well. Everystudent, how goes it?”
Everystudent: “You here? Knowledge, you here? Why, oh, er, this place is vile; vile, I say. Ah, Courage! Ambition! Don't leave me, my friends. Come, be my companions through life. Ah you! I thank my lucky stars r ESTHER MOSKOVITZ, '24.
B-etter Speech E-very day,
E-mploy every aid;
R-ules will help.
S-peak P-erfect E-nglish;
C-hoose beautiful words;
H-old high the banner of Better Speech.
LOUISE ROWLAND, '26.10
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One day a teacher asked the members of her classes to write “something beautiful.” Do you think the following pupils succeeded?
For who is so unminoiux Of the handiwork of God,
That he cannot see, any night,
In the thousands of shining lights
From the innumerable plants of this great city.
An expression of His majestic power?
EVELYN BARRETT, '25.
AT CLOSE OF DAY
The great red Sun sinks In the golden West;
All the western sky is covered With fading colors;
The clouds are tinged with colors Of the rainbow;
The grandeur is beyond the words Of human tongue.
For the day is dying In the West.
And Night is
At hand. JOHN FLAUTT. '25.
AN AUTUMN SUNSET.
The idle trees sway in the gentle wind,
While the call of the birds and the forest blend;
The setting sun casts a crimson glow through the trees,
While the coming of darkness is felt in the breeze.
HUDSON SHUMATE, '25.
TIIE SONGS THAT MOTHER SINGS.
Olden songs my mother sings.
Songs of long ago,
None can sing the same old songs,
As mother, soft and low.
Famous singers I have heard,
Singers from across the sea;
None can sing the sweet old strains Such as mother sings to me.
ELIZABETH LOVETT, '25.THE GLEAM
THE MORNING SKY
It was early morning in June. Everything for miles around was quiet and still, save the unceasing ripple of the waves against the shore. Far out upon the horizon the sun was rising out of the deep sea and sending golden rays of light through the eastern sky. By the water’s edge stood a boy alone. His purpose for coming to this spot was to seek relief from his discouragement, and there he stood motionless, enchanted by the mar. ••nimiq beau tv of th » “fiomno me i ore head ot the morning sky,
BIRTIE POINDEXTER. ’24.
By the Shore of the Sea Stood a Boy
Not so long ago there was a revolution among the people in a certain strip of land between Austria and Italy. Some of the people in this section wanted Italian rule; some wanted Austrian rule; some wanted home government. In all this • strife, Henry lost his parents. For many days he wandered, always keeping within the boundary of his government. He finally came to the only port of his country. He found himself very hungry and cold. That night while standing alone by the sea. he heard a small motor boat. On investigation, he found that two men were loading it with cases of—Henry knew not what. One of the men spoke to him in this manner, “Do you want a job. son?” There was only one reply for Henry—Yes.”
The motor boat made about six more trips out to an old ocean liner. On reaching it for the last time, the captain asked; “Why didn’t you leave that boy ashore? Too late now. He will have to go with us to America.” Henry was not unhappy, he was content to seek a new land—even on a whiskey runner.
BURT ALLEN DOUGLAS HARGRAVE. ’24.
'A-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------XE. H. S. Inside Information
Faculty Committees for the Year 1923-24.
Annie, Lou Dvown
R. Thornbury, Chairman Nallie Samuel Theo. Wright Gretchen Marsh Elizabeth Smith
ABSENTEE COMMITTEE J. A. Davis, Chairman W. R. Pittman Oliver Graves
VISUAL EDUCATION COMMIT-TEE
E. E. Sechriest, Chairman Mary Whatley W. C. Thompson
SENIOR CLASS COMMITTEE E. E. Smith, Chairman Daisy Stacey, Fac. Sect Maude Luttrell E. E. Sechriest Captola Neal W. R. Pittman T. M. Kegley J. C. Powell
E. E. Smith, Chairman W. R. Pittman J. H. Bryan Katheryn Smith T. M. Kegley J. A. Davis Captola Neal
LITERARY SOCIETY COMMITTEE
Miss Luttrell, Chairman Miss Forbes, Delphians Mr. Gregg, Delphians Miss Graj'son. Argonians Miss Palmer, Argonians Miss Culp, Shakespeareans
Miss Montgomery. Shakespeareans Miss Samuel. Thalians
M!oo Olnan. 1’huliono
Miss March. Valerians Miss Campbell, Valarians
E. E. Smith, Chairman Miss Luttrell Miss Neal
SENIOR CLASS PLAY COM.
Miss Luttrell. Chairman Miss Marsh Miss Aird Miss Porter
Miss Culp, Chairman Miss Forbes Mr. Kegley Mr. Vavis
FIRE DRILL COMMITTEE Mr. Kegley, Chairman Mr. Gardner Mr. Bear
AUDITORIUM, MUSIC AND OPERETTA COMMITTEE Mis Troutman Miss Pitts
SCHOOL IMPROVEMENT COMMITTEE
Mrs. Robbins Mrs. Hock!
Miss Elizabeth Smith Miss Enzor Miss Bates Miss Dunn
Miss Hendrix. Chairman Miss Colyer Miss Oliver Miss GreeneTHE G L E AM
Mr. Davis, Chairman Mr. Frederick Mr. Gregg Mr. Thompson Mr. Woodall
Miss Poole, Chairman Miss Carter Miss Grayson Miss Cook Miss Luttrell
ART COMMITTEE Miss Conover
VOC. GUIDANCE COMMITTEE Mr. V. Smith, Chairman Mr. O’Brien Mr. Henry Miss Dunn
SCHEDULE COMMITTEE Miss Stacey Miss Porter Miss Whatley
CLASSIFICATION COMMITTEE Mr. E. E. Smith, Chairman Mr. Powell Miss Chiles Miss Jones Miss Whatley
Graduates of 1923 Now in College.
Many of our last year’s graduates are now in college. We take pleas use in giving a list of these students and of the schools which they are at tending.
UNIVERSITY OF ALABAMA—Tuscaloosa. Ala.
Sidney Powell Paul Scholl Gladys McConatha
John Thomas Alfretl Seal Leighton Duncan
Adelaide Byrum Dyer Abernathy
HOWARD COLLEGE—Birmingham. Ala.
Mary Carlisle Elizabeth Sadler Victor Harwood
Mildred Hay Harold Allen Harold Tinklepaugh
Eloise Millstead Leon Bentley Mattie Lois Albert
Inez Cross Katherine Cross Mary Guilian Doris Haigler Lois Sackrider Myra Beal Lucile Cannon Charlotte Dugger Inez Fritts
Grace Godfrey Etoyle Heintlinger Amelia Montgomery Marion Smales Syble Smith Lois Whitlock Karl Morrison Herl ert Osborne Joe Abercrombie
Albert Blaylock Fred Lovett Leroy Mallock Clarence O’Brien Harry Seay Jack Young Mary McLaren Margaret Calhoun
STATE NORMAL—Florence Ala. Martina Fink Wilma Blanton
STATE NORMAL—Livingston, Ala.
STATE NORMAL—Jacksonville, Ala.
Luther Cale L. J. Powell Lynn Morrow
Paul Fontille Leon J. Roberts Arthur Nelson
Preston Hassler George Stoves Albert Nickel
UNIVERSITY OF NEW YORK—New York City
Bella Shedrovitz UNIVERSITY OF TENNESSEE—Knoxville, Tenn.
Lois Lindsey UNIVERSITY OF MISSISSIPPI—Oxford, Miss.
Virginia Brady OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY—Columbus. Ohio
Henry Bousack ---------:o:--------
Session Room Officers—1923
Fireman ............Aaron Lyons
Student Adviser.....Ethelein Olwer
Vice- President.....Joe Whtitlock
Secretary . ...Katherine Woodman
Fireman .....................Hoyd Chambers
Student Adviser.......John Little
President ..........Grady Gibbons
Marshals—Ruth Gullege, James Me Gehee
Student Adviser.......Lucile Giles
Cheer Leader.....Schuyler DeShazo
President .........Hugh Dunning
Chaplain .......Elizabeth Sinclair
Fireman .......Virgil Thommasson
Student Adviser......Sarah Reagan
President ............Alice Lyons
2-B—223 President—...Anna Mary Singleton
Fireman .....................B. T. Cantrell
Student Adviser.........Susie Cost
President .........Archie Dunlap
Secretary .........Katherine Tate
Vice Pres.................Sterling Mayhew
Fireman ........Landis Williamson
Secretary .......Irene Arterburn
Fireman ............Glenn Sisson
Secretary ...........Edith Nickel
Fireman ........Hurley Upchurch
Student Adviser...Beatrice Smiley
President ........Louise Jackson
Fireman ...........Thomas Barrett
Student Adviser...James Campbell
Secretary ......Geraldine Griffin
Fireman ...........Harold DeLoach
Student Advisers.....J. D. Smith
Vice-Pres.....................Curtis Ix wery
Sec ret a ry..Marjorie McG la t hery
Student Adviser......Erma Kibbey
Fireman.......................Oakley Ix ve
Student Adviser.........Ethel Thomas
President ........Ix uise Rowland
Secretary...........John Ed. Ward
Student Adviser.....Clara Warren
Vice Pres...................Roger Russell
Secretary .................Jessie Lane
Student Adviser.....Clifford Smith
Student Adviser....EIizabeth Bryant
President ...................Earl Slye
Secretary ...........Bessie Lewis
Student Adviser........Frank Dann
Fireman .............Roland Smith
Student Adviser.....Sophia Bonfield
President .........Everett Barkley
Secretary ......Ahvilda McDonald
President ........Bryan Faircloth
Student Adviser...Beulah Morris16
E. H. S. School Improvement Association
The School Improvement Association of the Ensley High School has re-organized this year with a determined effort to increase the member-shop to one thousand by January. Mrs. Nickel of Pratt City has been reelected president. Inspired by her characteristic enthusiasm, the other members will surely do their parts. So far, two interesting meetings have been held.
First Semester Students
Below we give a list of the boys and girls who have this year entered the Freshman Class of Ensley High School.
Arnold. Willard Adams, Vernon Bush, Ray Butler, Roy Burrell, John Case, Leslie Campbell. Kenneth Elliott, Vernon Epperson. Claude Gober, Kenneth
Allen, Mildred Mae Andrews. Phoebe Brown, Carrie Bridges, Athenia Buckner, Ina Connor. Edith Campbell, Lucille Campbell, Violet Cleveland. Clara Dill, Gladys Dupuy, Laura Belle East, Arlene
Angwin. Lester Capps, Neal Chambers, Hoyd Cherry, Mariano
Birmingham, Grace Blaylock, Ruth Bruner. Margaret Cain, Annie Belle Cathcart, Aloye Cohern. Audrey Mae Deason, Lois Deaton, Ida Belle
1-A Room 206 Hoys
Goodgame, Paul Hopping, Allen Hopping, Jack Hinds. Walter Hysche. Clay Jones, F.dwin Lyle, Lewis Lyon , Aaron McDowell. Tom
Girls Hancock. Regina Horner, Margaret Hewes. Alice Hyde, Willie Mae Kyle, Tommy Keith. Marion Lloyd, At hello Lamb, Mamie Bruce Leizt, Doris Lybrook, Grace Mu Iky, Jonnie Lee
1-B Room 122
Gray, Percy Horton, Charley Kirkland, Emmett Ku .micki. Willis Girls Ellis. Robina Griffiths, Jessie Mae Harns, Cora Hassell, Birdie Henderson, Claudia McDonald. Laura Mae McFarland, Nelle Pugh. Ruby
McGinnis. Stephen O’Bryne. Roy Odum, Travis Pebble, Bernie Robinson, Clyde Sherman. Carl Lamar, Joseph Vance, James Van Dyke. Erskine
Motley, Grace Meehl. Rose O’Brynn. Margaret Oliver, Ethejein Pou, Gertrude Rockett, Hazel Roebuck. Cora I e Stapp, Louise Strickland, Florence Smith. Irene Smith, Beatrice
Little. John Martin, James Moore, Gordon Whitlock, Joe
Roberts, Mittie Sampson. Ellie Smit ; Louise Speigle, Imogene Summerlin, Virley Williamson. Margaret Willis, Mary Woodman, CatherineTHE GLEAM
Adams, Robert Alexander. George Allison. George Baird. Hubert Dunn. Clarence Evans, Frank Gibbs. Tom
Brooks, Billy Ganger, Edna D’Albergo, Light Galusha, Mary Gardner, Gemma Hufman, Mildred Huff, Della Johnson, Lettie Keller, Roberta Knight, Orville
Campbell, Jack Campbell, Max Hal, George Harden, Perry
Barnhill, Irma Bates. Florence Bearden, Bernice Bristan, Lucille Burdiss, Elizabeth Cale, Mary Louise Culpepper, Hazel Daley, Annie
Anderson, Lawrence Anthony, James Bond, Thomas Broughton, David Brown, Walter
Baker. Inez Ballard, Lavinia Dawson, Tommy Dunlap, Mary Fason, Alberta Ford, Bernice Jones, Mildred Kelly, Aphrey
1-C Room 1
Boys Gibbons, Grady Kennedy, Alex Marston, Lewis Merrett, Monroe McLeod, Wilson Pearson, Jack Seal. Nathaniel
Girls Lloyd, Frances Meriwether, Martha Morris. Euna McFarland, Nina Perkinson, Rose Rudisell, Mary Scoggins, Lucille Scoggins, Onzelle Story, Sarah
1-D Room 217
Boys Hassler. Carl James, Charlie McGehee, James Mosko, John
Girls Dunlap. Nellie Evans, Ruth Giles, Lucille Golden, Florence Guledge, Ruth Hurley. Dorothy Mclndoo, Amelia Miller, Margaret
1-E Room 307
Boys Carlton, Robert DeShazo, Schuyler Gibson. Benedict Gwin, J. W., Jr.
Girls Mann. Iona Manning, Ruth Martin, Ida Belle Massengale, Ruth McGlathery, Katherine McRee, Hazel Mitchell. Nancy O’Kelly, Genevieve
Sides, Jim Turello, Ben Thomas. Leonard Vardanian, Olen Vaughn. Dyer Wade, Herbert Zivitz, Simon
Swearengin, Frances Tipper, Elsie Tibbetts, Lola Wade, Nellie Wilkey, Grace Wilbanks, Clarine Wier, Margaret Ward, Helen Headrick, Hazel
Purdy. Eugene Smith. Grady Stewart, David Wililams, Maurice
Mosko. Margaret Mullins, Nellie Rawlings, Margaret Smith, Idell Stovall, Naomi Thaxton. Lora Treherne. Lois Wallis, Ethel
Haffner, George Lamar. Jule Pointer, John Straiton, John
Smith, Sarah Whitehouse, Agnes Wilkerson, Louise Wyatt, Mattie Van Zuber, Mary Alice Luig, Ruth Sellers. Kathleen Sellers, Eloise18
Albano. Anthony Aloia, Augustive Baker, John Berry. Gotland Cherry, Robert Colbert. George Custred. Raymond
Allison, Given Atherton, Beulah rtengus, Alma Uaiber, Mo ene Bell, Eugenia Berry. Mildred Birk, Betty Colbert, Ruth Crump, Evelyn
Atkinson, Thea Bouds, Earl Briner, Frank Curd, Jaseph Johnson, Clifford
Bailey, Estelle Bailey, Mary Agnes Barnette, Willie Pearl Brown, Mamie Carlin. Katie Clements. Audrey
Session Room 1-F 220 Roys
Drumming. Hugh Field. Wodey Giattina, Joe Holmes, Ray Langford, Calvin Lint, Bruce Lloyd, Jewell Girls
Davis, Dorothy Driver. Lowse Goodwin, Alline Harris, Nellie Hipp, Frances Hopewell, Alberta Kallman, Alice Klaus, Carolyn Langvilla. Muriel
Session Room 1-G 207 Roys Looney, Earl Lorena, Jake Peacock, Fred Prather, Elwer Self, Clarence
Girls Gaudy, Gladys Jones, Lucille Lee, Elizal eth Maine. Lester Merrill, Lora Mae Newberry, Virginia
Lowbarde, Mike Maenga, Peter Mann, Thompson Rum ilia, Claude Ragon, James Tucker, Ray
Lowery, Wynelle O’Barr. Evelyn Pardice, Blanch Riggins. Ethel Rowe. Alice Suhwoon. Claudia Sinclair, Elizabeth Weatherly, Eunice
Stephens. Edward Taylor, Alton Thomas8on, Virgil Townsend, Armon
Regan, Sarah Rogers. Frances Redd, Nannie Ray-Stripling, Lucile Walker, Zula Belle Willard, Elizabeth
The following letters from two former students are of interest:
Camden, N. J., Sept. 27, 1923.
Mr. E. E. Smith,
Ensley High School,
Dear Mr. Smith:
I guess you will be surprised to find that one of last year’s school boys is in the navy. I like the navy fine and am on one of the greatest ships on the water—the U. S. S. Colorado. Well, how is Ensley High this year? I surely wish I could be back there. How many of last year’s teachers have y-ou? I wish to thank you and Ensley High School for what it did for me. If it had not been for Ensley High, I would be scrubbing decks, but Tistead I am in the plotting room, taking life easy. In this room, we areTHE GLEAM
trained how to fire the guns in battle. All the work of firing a gun is done in about thirteen seconds.
Well. I guess I had better close as it is about time for taps.
Tell Ensley High here’s hoping you will always prosper and lick Central every year. I will root for you every Thanksgiving, though I am on board ship.
P. S.—My address is: L. M. House, U. S. S. Colorado, care Port-Master, New York City.
Florence, Ala., Oct. 20. 1923.
Dear Miss Daisy:
1 thought as I was sitting here thinking of Old Ensley High, that I would write and tell you about the wonderful school which I am now attending.
The Normal School here is an old building about one-fourth the size of E. H. S. It is covered with vines which make it look really beautiful. The library is a brick building annexed to the main building. It is three stories high. Classes meet on the first and third floors, while the main library is on the second.
Our buildings set back from the street about one hundred and fifty feet. The grounds have trees all around and it makes you feel just as if you are living in the woods. Where I am staying, in the main dormitory, there are three terraces about fifty feet long, and they stand about five feet above each other. To look at the dormitory you would think it was an old castle, for it has a tower with beautiful vines growing on it. This dormitory accommodates only about 125 people. There are 66 rooms. The rooms are painted a light salmon and white, and everything is like home. Our matron is our mother. Everybody knows everybody else.
Tell Amelia I wish to say: “Hello!” Tell Mr. Pittman the same if he is still at E. H. S.
I remain an “Old” student,
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CURTIS LOWERY, CaptainTHE GLEAM
SCHEDULE OF ENSLEY HIGH SCHOOL
October 6—Disque High in Gadsden.
October 13—Central High of Chattanooga, at Rickwood Park.
October 19—Baylor School of Chattanooga, in Chattanooga.
November 3—Phillips High School at Rickwood.
November 17—Wood lawn High School at Rickwood.
November 24—Tech High of Atlanta at Rickwood.
November 29—Thanksgiving. Little Rock High School in Little Rock,
Ensley High started football practice immediately after the opening of school, and from the beginning a successful season was prophesied. Under the able leadership of Coach James Bryan, a wonderful team has been developed around the five letter men: Faircloth, Vines. Fayet, Hardy and Lowery. Many new men were out from the first, all of whom deserve credit. Among the best, however, are Buck McDowell and Johnston, game little quarterbacks; Mayhew, the big tackle from Jefferson County High, who is a tower of strength on the line, a fellow who has won his way into the hearts of the Ensley students; Pearson, the plunging halfback; Mars-ton, another fine half; McGonagle, the flashing end; Zeigler, quite as good; and Bill Scott and Barnett, steady guards. Walker, Jackson, Manly, Inman, Coleman. Clarke and many others are very good indeed.
As Captain-elect English did not return to school, “Country" Lowery was chosen to fill his position, an honor which he greatly deserved.
With the “Game Old Ensley Spirit" in their hearts, our boys began the hardest schedule ever attempted by a Southern high school.
Ensley Wins First Gridiron Contest From Disque, 19-6
The Ensley Yellow Jackets journeyed to Gadsden on October 6. to play the Disque eleven. The game was very interesting, though slow at times. It was Ensley’s first game, and the boys showed that they had a fine team, barring a little lack of experience.
Disque showed fight for part of the game, but our boys were plainly the superior in every department of the play. The first half was quite close, the score being 7 to 6 in Ensley's favor at the close of the half. Numerous penalties were the cause of the closeness at this stage. The Yellow Jackets came back in the third and fourth quarters, and opened a brilliant running attack combined with good punting and forward passes which put Ensley in the lead safely.
Many new stars were uncovered in this game. All the subs were given a chance and these smaller, less experienced men gamely did their part. The letter men played their usual steady game. Of the new men, Pearson22
and Marston stood out above the others. McDowell also performed brilliantly. Sutherlin and Roper starred for Gadsden.
Quite a number of students made the trip to Gadsden, and so the team didn’t lack rooters.
Ensley—McGonagle, r. e.; Fayet, r. t.; Barnett, r. g.; Hardy, c.; Fair-cloth, 1. g.; Mayhew, 1.1.; Ziegler, 1. e.; Lowery, f. b.; McDowell, g.; Vines, r. h.; Marston, 1. h.
Substitutions—Scott for Faircloth, Pearson for Vines, Johnston for McDowell, Clark for Barnett, Twech for Pearson, Walker for McGonagle, Manly for Marston, Pearson for Twech, Vines for Pearson, Jackson for Vines, Inman for Ziegler, Coleman for Scott.
Tuchdowns—Ensley—Marston 2, Lowery. Disque—Sutherlin.
Ensley Loses a Hearttbreaker to Central High of
Chattanooga, 14 to 6.
Ensley out-played Central Hi of Chattanooga for three quarters and then lost through hard luck, to the score of 14 to 6 on October 13. at Rick-wood Park. October 13 was truly our unlucky day. We out-bucked them, out-punted them, gained more ground (making 11 first downs to their 5) and then were defeated by several unlucky forward passes. However, in our hearts we were not defeated, for we played the better game.
In the first two quarters Ensley came in striking distance of the goal several times, only to have victory snatched from her hands by luck for Central. Once the ball was bucked across but we were penalized for offsides. In the second quarter an unlucky pass was intercepted by Estes, who raced 70 yards for a touchdown in the last minute of play.
Ensley came back fighting like a demon in the third quarter. After a succession of passes and plunges “Country” carried the ball over. The attempt at goal failed.
On the next play Chattanooga made a pass by hitting an Ensley player. the ball bouncing from his head into Williams’ arms. This made the game safe for Chattanooga in the fourth quarter.
Yet, we certainly out-played the heavy Chattanooga team. They out did us in one item and that was weight. We have the better team; they, the luckier one.
Lqwery was undoubtedly Ensley’s star. He bucked, passed, and ran. He never said die and fought like a hero till the final whistle. McDowell ran his team well and brought back punts for good gains, though he carried the ball very little himself. Johnston performed equally well and great gains were made under his leadership. Pearson put in some good work, as did Vines. On the line Mayhew. Fayet and Scott starred. Charlie McGonagle was also in the midst of the fight.
For Chattanooga, Captain Estes played a fine game. He was everywhere at once, fighting hard. Williams and Cahoon were also good.THE GLEAM
Ensley vs. Baylor
On October 20. Ensley visited Baylor Academy, in Chattanooga only to receive a heart-breaking defeat to the tune of 31 to 7. Baylor had a good, fast team which plunged, passed and ran its way to victory aided by bad referee-ing. Ensley fought a game, uphill fight with the odds in Baylor’s favor; that is, the muddy grounds, being away from home, and having been on edge the week before.
Baylor scored several times in the opening quarter. They got away to a good start, and played Ensley off her feet for a while. Our boys, confused at first by the dirty playing and refereeing, could do little. They fought gamely, but couldn’t seem to get together as they should.
In the first half, the ball see-sawed back and forth; when Ensley did get the ball she didn’t keep it long. However, in the second half the Jackets came back in their old spirit and gave Baylor a hard fight. Baylor scored again in the third quarter. A penalty on Baylor once gave Ensley the ball on Baylor’s seven-yard line. Lowery smashed off six yards in two plunges, but Baylor stood firm and the visitors didn’t score. Ensley’s touch down came in the fourth stanza. McGonagle picked up a Baylor fumble and raced 15 yards for a touch down. Lowery kicked goal. For the remainder of the game neither team scored.
Hard feeling was manifested throughout the game by both teams. The referee called no penalties on Baylor for offsides, cutting down from behind and interfering with receivers of forward passes. In the fourth quarter, a free for all fight was started, when a Baylor man slugged Lowery; and May hew, standing by his captain, after being hit in the back of the head, returned the blow. Players of both teams rushed together, and play being on Baylor’s side of the field, her subs came out to engage in the fight. The officials quieted the disturbance, however, and play was resumed. It was a dirty game throughout,, and it is supposed that athletic relations will not be resumed with Baylor.
On Ensley’s line. Mayhew starred, the big tackle breaking through to spoil many of Baylor’s plays. Faircloth, Scott and McGonagle put in some good work also. Lowery was the backfield luminary, and Pearson gained well, too. Marston punted well against Witt.
For Baylor, Gfoerer and Bush performed brilliantly in the backfield. Both were fast, elusive and hard-hitting. Alley, Butler and Landress put in good work on the line.
The Ensley boys were out-weighed, out-aged and partly out-played; however, they put up a game fight. Baylor certainly has a classy team, one equal to that of a small college.
The Ensley team stayed over night in Chattanooga, and visited Lookout Mountain on Sunday morning. The trip was altogether an enjoyable one.
Touchdowns: Ensley—McGonagle. Baylor—Bush 2. Gfoerer, Alley, Landress.
Points after touchdowns: Witt 2, Lowery.24
Ensley va. Phillips-Yellow Jackets Tie Crimsons in
Saturday morning. November 3. witnessed one of the greatest games ever played in Ensley history. The game Jackets, fought, buzzed and stung their way to a 0 to 0 draw, giving the highly-touted Crimson Warriors the surprise of their young lives. In a sea of mud, partly through a drizzling rain, the Ensley lads outplayed themselves, every man a star.
In spite of the bad weather, four thousand fans witnessed this hectic battle. A chill wind blew throughout the game, and rain drove the rooters to the stand in the first period. Both teams on emerging from the battle, were soaked wet and were covered with a heavy coat of mud.
The dope gave Ensley a 21 point defeat. The Jackets, however, opened the game fighting, and fought till the final whistle. Cheered on by their loyal followers, the boys put all they had in this game, and handed Old Man Dope a great surprise.
The ball was heavy and slippery, all of which tended to slow up the game. There was no chance for any brilliant field running or passing. Ensley’s punting, bucking, and ability to hold the ball, combined with their spirit, was the reason for this score.
Phillips won the toss and Mayhew kicked off. Phillips failed to make first down, and punted to McDowell, who returned five. The ball seesawed back and forth, but by penalties and plunges Phillips had the ball on Ensley’s eleven-yard line as the quarter ended. Early in the second period, they advanced the ball to our two-yard line, where our line showed its true worth, and held as a line had never held before. They ball was ours, and Marston punted out of danger. The remainder of the half was mostly punts, mixed with a few bucks. The half ended with Ensley’s ball on Phillips 35 yard line.
The third period opened in hard rain. Hardy kicked off again for Ensley. A punting duel ensued, with Ensley getting much the better of it. The quarter ended with Ensley in possession of the ball on her 35-yard line. McDowell punted and it was the Crimson’s ball on their 15-yard line. Phillips endeavored to complete several forwards, but in vain, for McGonagle or Mayhew broke through to spoil this little game. About the middle of the quarter, Holder raced around right end for 80 yards and a touchdown but J. Smith was caught tripping Lowery from behind and the ball was brought back to midfield. This was one of the prettiest pieces of work of the morning, but fate handed Phillips a hard blow and the referee rightly decreed that the score shouldn’t count. For the remainder of the game both teams tried hard to score, but in vain. The game ended with the ball in Phillip’s possession on their own 25 yard line.
In this muddy scrap, it was hard to find a star, because all the lads played the game of their lives. However, it was the grim, bull-dog-like tenacity of '‘Country ’ Lowery that kept our team going. He it was who backed up the line and held back the charging Crimson Warriors. He itTHE GLEAM
was who hit the line time after time for gains. Give “Country’' his credit. Buck McDowell ran the team in a wonderful manner; he handled punts in a way that put Phillips to shame, and his punting saved Ensley many times when it looked as if the Crimsons might get in scoring distance. He also carried the ball for good gains, despite his size.
The outstanding defensive star for both teams was Charlie McGonagle. Phillips found in him a worthy opponent. Charlie broke through to spoil passes, to break up plays before they were scarcely formed, and to throw the Crimsons for a heavy loss. He deserves special credit, for he played the last part of the game with a badly spiked eye. Oh yes, Charlie was a hero. Campbell Pearson was a consistent gainer and his running was a feature of the game. Time after time his gains gave Ensley first down and he was a large factor in our near victory. Phillips encountered in May-hew. a stone wall, and it was futile to get by this big tackle. Barnett, Scott and Hardy, did their share and more, while “Pup” Fayet was to be seen in every play, here, there, and everywhere. The same can be said of Fair-cloth; and Marston’s services in the backfield, especially his punting, were indispensable. Zeigler, Jackson, Andrews and Inman made good, while Johnston, during the time he was in the game, did great work. Game little “Bud” Walker seems to be following in Zac's footsteps, if he continues as good as he showed up on Nov. 3. He proved a great prospect.
For Phillips, Harry Holder was the outstanding star. This lad was the backbone of the entire team. He it was who kept the Crimsons in the fight, and whose punting kept them out of danger. Bowden, McAuthur and Guavelee were also good. Phillips has a great fighting machine, and we give her that credit. However, our Gold and Black line proved the superior, and our entire team, outweighed 10 pounds to a man. made eleven first downs to Phillip’s five.
It was in all, a fine game. The spirit exhibited was fine, and the rivalry, though keen, was not so bitter as had been anticipated. Ensley backers were satisfied, after the years of defeat to have this tie, in which the Old Gold and Black outplayed the Crimson. While we work and hope for a victory next year, we will never forget this fighting, gritty team of ’23. directed by Coach Bryan and led by Captain Lowery. The game was fought beyond our dreams and held the over-confident Phillips men to a scoreless time.
The Girls’ Gymnasium
The Girls’ Gymnasium of the Ensley High has a record of which it is proud. Led by Miss Kathryn Smith, the girls have accomplished great things during the year and a half that the “Gym” has been open. There are always reasons for success, and ours may be attributed to the wonderful leadership of our director, together with the cooperation of the girls.
Each gym class is an organization within itself. There is a president, elected by the class, a vice-president, selected by the president, and a moni-26
tor, appointed by the supervisor. It is the president's duty to call the roll and make such announcements as are necessary. The vice-president takes the place of the president during her absence. The monitor's job is to see that all apparatus is in place before she leaves the gymnasium.
In all, there are five hundred gym girls, and we are proud to say that the greater majority of these are members of the Athletic Association.
This year, we have bigger and greater attractions than ever. The one which is now exciting so much enthusiasm among the girls is inter-class basketball. Each class has its own team and each team elects its captain. The captains are as follows: Second period, Bernice O’Hear; third period, Augusta Graves; fourth period, Gladys Fuller; fifth period, Miriam Lewis; sixth period, Lillian Watkins; seventh period, Grace Whitten. The second plays the third, the third, the fourth, etc., until the championship is decided. From these class teams, the varsity will be selected. We know from our team of last year what fine players were selected, and we have every reason to expect the same type this year.
During this year we are having a fall anl spring tournament. We will have the same two contests as last year. Also, the loving cup will go to the winners. The representatives of the classes are: Second, Dorothy Hawkins and Edith Nickel, third, Louise Carper and Zula Lindsey; fourth, Evelyn Sms and Gladys Fallow; fifth, Francis Mitchell and Effie Davis; Sixth, Lillian Watkins and Florence Quigley; seventh, Maud Fallow and Grace Whitten. In these inter-class contests, friendly rivalry is created and true sportsmanship is practiced.
There is one thing which we gym girls have the “big head” about, and that is our yelling. We have a perfect right to this “largeness of head," for we certainly can yell. We hardly see how the football team could get along without us. Our official cheer leader is Augusta Graves. As Augusta has been chosen a maid for the footboll team, Frankie Rogers, a Freshman. is in training and will probably succeed Augusta.
Miss Smith will introduce into the gym this year a Gym Honor Club. The highest honor a girl can attain will be to have membership in this club. It will cause us to aim higher, thus accomplishing more.
“It’s easy to fight when everything’s right,
And you're mad with the thrill of glory;
It’s easy to cheer when victory's near;
It's a different song when everything's wrong.
When you are feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope, there's none,
Buck, Old Sport, carry on! Carry on!
You haven't the ghost of a show?
It's looking like death?
Carry on! my girl, carry on!
EFFIE DAVIS, '24.THE GLEAM
The Chattanooga Trip
Certainly the definition of “pep" was well demonstrated by the party that left Birmingham Saturday morning en route to Chattanooga.
The train was late but that small unpleasantness was soon forgotten in the pleasures of the ride. Some one was continually playing pranks on some one else. Too. I must inform you of the melodious voices some of our foot-ball players possess.
We arrived in Chattanooga at noon; lunched, then went to the football game—the true mission of the trip. It is enough to say we were defeated.
After dinner we went to the Tivoli Theatre, one of the most palatial in the South.
Every one was ready to retire after such an eventful day.
Next morning at nine o'clock a group of the party met at the hotel, all eager to visit Lookout Mountain. Some of the boys walked both up and down the mountain and others rode up in an automobile and down on the incline.
We visited the War Museum at the entrance of Point Park and saw many relics of battles fought in that vicinity. The book that you may register in. weighs four hundred pounds, and people from everywhere have put their names therein.
We explored all the points of interest in Point Park, Lover's leap. Umbrella Rock, and Missionary Ridge.
On our way to the incline we visited the souvenir shops, and some of the things we saw were very unique and pretty, displaying the skill of the workman with the knife and hot needle.
The trip down the mountain on the incline was not as thrilling as we had supposed it would be. The speed is so regulated that it arouses little emotion.
We returned to the hotel and had dinner, and then waited for the train.
We arrived in Birmingham still in high spirits, though we did bring defeat. Were we down-hearted? I’ll say we were not
The congeniality that prevailed throughout will cause that trip to dwell in our minds a long time.
ALICE BILLINGS, ’24.Literary Societies and
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The Argonian Literary Society
The Argonian Literary Society was organized in the year 1915. It was formerly a part of the Thalian Literary Society which, due to the increase of Ensley High, was unable to accommodate those who desired to he members. The Argonians have grown considerably since that time. Beginning with a small membership, we now have an enrollment of eighty-five and expect to reach one hundred before the end of this year.
The literary societies on the whole will count more this year than ever before in the history of the school, and the Argonians expect to reap a great reward, both in literary knowledge and in social pleasure. After due consideration. it was decided that minor credit would be given to the members of societies, provided the individual work came up to vertain requirements. Every Argonian means to take advantage of this splendid offer.
The officers and advisers have great hopes for the coming semester. A well organized program for the entire year has l een arranged. Art, literature and music are the three outstanding topics, and each of these will be devided into three parts, namely: ancient, medieval and modern. We hope to have some interesting speakers, men and women who have traveled abroad and can bring up useful knowledge concerning these subjects.
If the girls in E. H. S. wish to join a real literary society, they should visit the Argonians in Room 206. A cordial welcome to all!
BESSIE LEWIS. President, 24.
Who arc they? Oh! you know who they are, but do you know what they have done and are planning to do? It seems to us that the Thalians have done so many things that we could never be able to tell all of them, nor will we try, for although our record is an honorable one. w?e do not wish to rest on our laurels. We intend to do something by which others may judge for themselves.
In the past the programs for the weekly meetings have been both instructive and entertaining, and we promise that they shall l c of an even higher order. Our plan is to lw more definite than heretofore. There is to be a regular text book that we will study. Credit will be given for our work, and this will increase the interest in our work.
As the old maxim goes: “All work and no play makes Sallie a dullTHE GLEAM
girl ’ The Thalians have their play as well as their work. The socials that are given are always enjoyed.
Because of the extension of the membership limit, there are yet a few vacancies to be filled. We invite the new students to visit us and see if they like us.
%he officers of the Thalians are:
The Valerian Literary Society has lost its outstanding claim to distinction .that of being the youngest organization in the school; therefore, we must seek other claims to fame. As we grow older we grow larger; our membership is now over one hundred. The topic for our programs is a discussion of the most famous woman in each of the outstanding professions in the United States today. This is made still more interesting by a contest carried on to find out how many members can guess the most famous woman from week to week.
You all know that “a little learning is a dangerous thing ’ so this semester we’re going to do the right thing by delving deep and learn so much that the learning won’t hurt us one bit.
The officers of the Valerians for this semester follow:
Secretary—Mary Belle O’Connor.
VIRGINIA AVERYT, ’25. ------------:o:---------
The Delphian Literary Society is alive and wide-awake this year. At the beginning of the semester, the society made a big hit with the “Rats.” We posted on our bulletin board an invitation that attracted the newcomers to E. H. S. We were successful in getting 70 new members this semester.
The Delphians are proud to have as members many of the students in school who do things. Earl Slye, the President; Saul Kaufman, and Bryan Faircloth collected $350 in honorary memberships for the Athletic Association this year.
Wednesday, October 24. was a big day in the history of the Delphian Society. Through the efforts of the Vice-President,Saul Kaufman, the Delphians arranged to have Mr. Jules Brazil speak before the student body of30
the Ensley High School. Mr. Brazil is an international entertainer for the Kiwanis Clubs of America. He held our students spellbound every minute he was on the platform. Mr. Brazil was the distinguished guest of the Ensley Kiwanis Club on October 23.
The members of the Delphian Society took an active part in the observance of Better Speech Week. On Thursday of that week the Delphians gave a program at assembly at which time they buried "Mr. B. English” for good and all. The stunt was one of the best of the week.
JOKES ABOUT DELPHIAN MEMBERS
What would happen if Earl Slye did not speak to Edith Nickel every
Have you seen Saul Kaufman walk down the hall every day with On-zell Aldrich, Hazel Moore, Bernice O’Hear, Ethel Farrell, Inez Sloan, or—, or—? Watch your step, Saul.
Our Shieks this year: Leonard Smith, Thomas Barrett, David Kaufman, Hardwick McLaren, Bryan Faireloth, Frank Carlton and Aaron Rosenfeld.
The Shakespearean Society was organized in 1915. and since that time has grown steadily. Wayne Wagner was the president at the time of organization, and the membership was eighteen. We now have an active membership of about sixty-five.
The Shakespeareans are delighted to have as their president this year, Earl Underwood, one of the distinguished cheer leaders of E. H. S. How well he fills his place can be testified to by all who attended the Ensley-Phillip’s football game. Earl was the pride of all Shakespeareans that day. Our organization has many outstanding students among its members. Besides the president our other officers are Harold Marty. Vice-President; Edwin Braswell, Secretary; Carlton Bryant, Treasurer; Hudson Shumate, chaplain.
Advisers—Miss Brown, Mr. Graves.
The Hi-Y Club is now at its best with the pick of the boys from the student body, all in their Junior or Senior year. This year we lost our old, beloved, and cherished "Monarch.” Mr. Kegley, but we have had the good
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fortune to obtain Mr. Graves in his place. Miss Brown, one of our advisers last year, remains with us and this brings joy to all the members.
Although some of our members are out for the football team and cannot be out at night, (you know), we always have a “peppy” meeting with a good program and plenty of fun. Of course, we have our athletic meets such as boxing, basketball games, etc.; and last, but not least, our initiations which get the best attendance, for the doomed '‘Neophytes” even get attended to, and every member is present to administer the “Nectar of the Gods.”
We also have a ‘‘swell” social gathering occasionally at which we forget all our troubles and eat until our hearts are content. One of these gatherings has already passed. At our next social affair, the girl friends of the members are to be present.
On the whole, the Hi-Y is doing most excellent work. It is instilling into the boys high ideals of manly Christian character.
The Art Club
The Art Club has taken a new start this year. The members seem to be taking a fresh interest in its progress, and we are certain that things will happen now that have never happened in the past history of the club. We have put on a school-wide membership campaign that is working wonders. The total enrollment of the club is larger than it has ever been before, and we hope to make it still larger.
Upon the invitation to become members of the Art Club in times past people have said: ‘‘I really can’t join; I can’t draw a straight line.” Few people can do so successfully without the aid of a T-square or a ruler. The purpose of the club, however, is not to make painters of us. but to teach us to know and to appreciate the paintings we already have.
Our program for the current year is the study of modern artists and illustrators. “Neysa McMein” was the subject at our first meeting, and this program was followed by a study of “Charles Dana Gibson.”
The officers of the Art Club are:
President—Willie Mae Copeland.
Press Reporters—Louise Cochran and Ivy Smales.
The Pen and Ink Club
The Pen and Ink Club is probably the youngest organization in Ens-ley High School. Every student in school who is taking free-hand drawing32
or has ever taken it, is eligible to membership. We surely have a “snappy bunch,” and we are doing good work. This club is without a doubt the most democratic club in the high school, a club where every member does his or her work touching elbow’s with every other member. If the students are interested in improving their natural talents, the Pen and Ink Club is the place for them.
Later on, the members of the club hope to furnish some drawings for “The Gleam.”
Officers for the semester are:
Press Reporter—Beatrice Vincent.
Secretary—Willie Mae Copeland. GLADYS FULLER. '24.
Senior Glee Club
The Senior Glee Club has been divided into two parts: the Tenors and Basses. On Tuesday and Thursday at 8 A. M., the Tenors meet at the conservatory and on Wednesday at the same time the Basses meet.
The purpose this year is to have a strong quartet in the Senior Glee Club. We not only want to help out in assembly, but want to give performances of our own to show' the people what we are doing.
Now, boys, come and help us show the people what the Senior Glee Club stands for.
The following are members:
Tenors—James, Waggoner. Murray Caw’thorne, Earle Slye, Pickens Seroyer, Aaron Rosenfeld, Ralph Morrow, Charles Crum, Edwin Braswell, Ferrell Hagood, Carlton Bryan. Raymond Fayet, Oliver Branch, I ouie Zeigler.
Basses—Earl Underw’ood, Elbert Sills, Lomax Haidus, Roland Smith, Cecil Folmar, Bryan Faircloth, Claud Parked, Clair Parked, Bid Scott, Charles Sanders. Harken Singleton, Hudson Shumate.
The Junior Glee Club
Every Monday and Friday morning at eight o'clock, the Junior Glee Club meets at the conservatory. There has not been so very much done among the smaller boys until the last two years. Now’ we have about forty boys, who have pledged to help for the purpose of working out part songs for assembly—and other gatherings.
The school is going to give three-tenths credit for good work.
The following officers have been elected:
Secretary-Treasurer—Page Riley.THE GLEAM
Members—Nathaniel Seals, Simond Zivitz, Olney Love, Vernon Patrick, Fred Parsons, Jack Hopping:, Lewis Lyle, Jim McDowell, Tom McDowell, Steve McGinnis, David Broughton, Edward Watrous, Maurice Williams, Kirby Hughes, Carlton Cadden, B. T. Cantrel. Emmett Wright. David Kaufmann, Page Riley, Eugene Purdy, Billy Cochran, Raymond Cus-tred, George Thomas. Paul Freeman. Augustine Aloia, Bruce Lint, Leonard Smith. Sam Carmichael. Paul Morrow, Richard Watkins, George Colbert, William Jones, Willie Long.
R. O. T. C.
The Reserved Officers Training Corps of Ensley High School is very small this year. Only one company of cadets appeared for the training. About twenty-five boys are taking the elementary and physical training installed this year at Ensley.
The company is in charge of Captain James Carr, with Lieutenant Raymond Durbin, second in command and Lieutenant James Cowan, third in command. Captain Heddon and Sergeant Crider are back at Ensley this year dividing their time between the three schools. Ensley, Phillips and Wood lawn.
A sufficient number of boys are not taking the training to make a battalion at Ensley, so the Ensley Company was made Company “E" of the second battalion, with the rest of the battalion at Woodlawn.
The elementary boys are the first-year boys and arc not issued uniforms or rifles until they are in the second year of High School. These boys are under Lieutenant Clinton Stubbs and Lieutenant Carlton Bryan.
Each year it has been the custom to have competitive drill and inspection between the companies every Friday, but since the Ensley unit is only one company, the competition is between the platoons of First Lieutenant Raymond Durbin and Second Lieutenant Jack Cowan. Keen interest is taken in this competition and each platoon hopes to win the honors given to the winning platoon at the end of the semester.
Have Music in Your Home For Thanksgiving.
Cable-Shelby-Burton Piano Co.
1818 Second Avenue Birmingham, Ala.The Poet’s Corner
“In a work-a-day world,—for its needs and woes, There is place and enough for the pains of prose; But whenever the May-bells clash and chime. Then hey! for the ripple of laughing rime!”
THE LAND OF NEVER WILL BE
Across the burning desert,
Beyond the shining sea,
Over rivers wide and mountains high.
Lies the land of Never-Will-Be.
Tis there all children like to wander Beside some brownie sprite.
And watch the hero and a dragon Do a deadly, mortal fight.
There the story books all take them,
As the children sit upon the floor;
There they see a brave young knight Grapple with a wild blue boar.
O! there tis the land of happiness,
O! the joy of the soul set free,
There tis the land of the care-free spirit,
Tis that beautiful land of Never-Will-Be.
Tis there all children like to wander,
Tis there that they like to play,
Tis there they would go at eventide,
And it’s there that they long to stay.
Do you remember when we were young,
While sitting on mother’s knee.
We listened to tales of ancient days,
And went to the land of Never-Will-Be?
Twas there we children liked to wander.
Our spirits unoppressed,
Where fairies and brownies were our playmates. And guardian angels gave us rest.
—George Brisbin, ’25.THE GLEAM
IN AUTUMN TIME
Autumn time has come again,
And it is time to gather grain.
The leaves are turned to lovely brown,
And soon will flutter gently down.
I love the Autumn time of year,
When all the wood are brown and sere.
I love to hear the note of cheer.
From the throat of the partridge clear.
T love to watch the hazy hills.
And see the smoke curl up in rills;
The firelight dancing on the floor;
To hear wind whistling round the door.
The chestnuts drop from branches tall;
The frost will on the pumpkin fall.
I'm glad the Autumn time is here.
It brings so many things to cheer.
—Gladys Dill. ’27.
THE BLOCK CITY
What am I able to build with my blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks;
The sun may keep shining, and the people go roam, But I can be happy at building at home.
Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea. There I’ll establish a city for me;
A kirk and a mill, and a palace besides.
And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride.
Great is the palace with pillar and wall,
A sort of a tower on the top of it all.
And steps coming down in an orderly way To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.
This one is sailing and that one is moored;
Hark, to the song of the sailors on board!
And see on the steps of my palace, the kings Coming and going with presents and things!
Now I am done with it, down let it go!
All in a moment the town is laid low,
Block upon block lying scattered and free;
Vfhat is there left of my town by the sea?36
TIIE GLEA M
Yet as I saw it, I see it again.
The kirk and the palace, the ship and the men,
And as long as I live and where e’er 1 may be.
I’ll always remember my town by the sea. —Alline Godwin, f24.
We dearly love old Ensley High,
She’s the best of all our schools;
Although they often may be hard,
We try to obey her rules.
We dearly love our colors,
The old gold and the black;
We are ever struggling onward,
An ! we never will turn back.
We also love our teachers.
They are so kind and true;
They’re ever good and thoughtful,
And love our colors, loo.
We dearly love our principal;
Although he is quick and firm.
He wants us always to enjoy The lessons we have to learn.
We praise him and we love him,
Though it might make him blush If we should plainly tell him How good he is; so, “Hush!”
We dearly love old Ensley High,
She’s the best of all our schools;
Although they often may be hard,
We try to obey her rules. —Forence Golden, ’27.
The twilight deepens; it’s just the time When there comes a feeling most sublime; All wants forgotten, all my cares sped.
As I begin to think how the years have fled.
I remember well the humming bird’s nest. Where, in nature’s gayest colors dressed. There lived a bit of nature’s own—
O! when I think how the years have flown.THE GLEAM
When I think of the mill beside the brook,
I long to go there just for one look;
But alas! the miller long since is dead—
O! when I think how the years have fled.
But gone now are my meditations;
I think no more of lamentations.
My thread in life’s pattern must be spun,
Or I’ll be thinking; “How the years have run!“
—Edith Henderson, '24.
CLOUDS Lofty, snowy mountains in mould.
Rimmed about with glistening gold;
Now a castle, next a boat,
Gaily passing as if afloat.
Many shapes fantastic; then,
One may see the figures of men,
Mighty giants who shake the sky.
And hastily, one by one, pass by.
Still there will come with frolic and jump,
Wee woolly lambs all white and plump.
They, too, then on their happy way,
Will slowly fade and pass away.
The glorious majesty of the cloud.
The depth and beauty of its shroud,
To man, predestined to the sod,
Portrays the majesty of God.
—Gertrude Park, ’25.
CHANGES There are other matters that interest me Besides men, books, and things;
I like to sit beside a brook And listen as it sings.
It sings a song to me so dear,
And yet so very sad;
For now it isn’t deep and clear As when we two were lads.THE GLEAM
Oaks, poplars, iron-woods, too,
Crowded close to the graceful banks,
To hear the brook sing and coo,
And offer up its thanks.
The woodman’s axe has changed it all;
The oaks and others, too,
Have gone to make, large and small,
The dwellings of me and you. —Arthur Powell. ’25.
Friends there are who love us, Daddy,
Friends there are who claim to be true,
But there are none so good as Daddy;
So I write this all for you.
You labor day in and out, Daddy,
To give me nice clothes to wear;
You are like a stately mansion, Daddy,
With that gray silver in your hair.
You have labored patiently. Daddy,
To make my life ring true;
On me your youth was spent. Daddy.
But some day I’ll take care of you.
You have tried industriously. Daddy.
To mold my character true;
And to be a fine young man. Daddy,
I’ll have to pattern after you.
And now I grow older. Daddy,
And I shall make you proud of me,
And we shall live together. Daddy,
Happily: you just wait and see. —George Brisbin, ’25
OLD ENSLEY HIGH
(Tune: Barney Google)
Where’s the most important school, this country ever knew ? Where's the school the principal pays so much notice to?
Now it isn’t Phillips High School, and it isn’t Woodlawn High;
I am mighty proud that I’m allowed to shout: “It’s Ensley High."
Ensley High, with eleven football men;
Ensley High, just watch those fellows win;
When the boys play that day, they’ll just take the ball away, Ensley High, we will back you day by day.THE GLEAM
Where’s the greatest coach, that our country ever knew?
Where’s the coach who takes this high school’s team right straight on through ?
Now he isn’t at Centre High School, and he isn’t at Jefferson High;
We are mighty proud that we have him, so you just sit and sigh.
—Mildred Harrell, ’24
’NOTH EH SISTER
’Nother sister! 'n I need A brother th worst way!
Sisters can't play ball, 'r fight—
’Fraid-er cats, 'at’s what I say.
Won’t climb trees ’n hook a ride.
Say they’re ’fraid they’ll fall.
Let a feller tease ’em ’n.
They jus’ stan’ n bawl.
I wish ’at ma would trade her With ’em folks who moved next door;
Last week they got another Boy—yes, n they had four.
I guess I’d better see her About it, right away,
Before she goes ’n loves her—
Then she'll hafta stay! —Gladys Crane, ’26.
A LOVING JOKE
As they walked along the pathway,
She couldn’t hold his hand;
So she put her arm around his neck,
And he thought it simply grand.
As she was tired of walking,
She climbed upon his back.
And rode him all the way home;
I’m telling you a fact.
It wasn’t her custom to kiss him,
So she hugged his neck very tight;
And put the mule into the barn.
And bade him a very good-night.
—Lola Tibbetts, '27.40
JOANNA OF GlISTA
’Twas on a cold and tranquil night,
A night in bleak November;
Gusta town I seemed to dread,
As well as I remember.
Gusta was a small-sized town,
Twas there in Arizona;
I thought the country, oh so bare.
Till I heard the voice of Joanna.
A rancher lived outside the town,
Joanna was his daughter;
Her eyes were blue, her hair of gold,
Much like her merry laughter.
Besides all this, our dear Joan Had a heart of sweetest innocence;
She cheered and helped the poor and old With a kind and gentle patience.
It’s been eight years since I was there.
Where the happy Joanna lives;
But the picture of her today
My memory plainly gives. —Grace Wilkey, 27.
ONLY A SIMPLE RHYME
Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow,
Where “blisses” rhymed with “kisses,” “heart” with “dart;”
Yet, reading it, new strength I seemed to borrow.
To live on bravely and to do my part.
A little rhyme about a heart that’s bleeding—
Of lonely hours and sorrow’s unrelief,
I clung to; and there came with the reading,
A sense of sweet companionship in grief.
The few sad lines, my sorrow so expressing,
I read, and on the singer, all unknown,
I breathed a fervent, though a silent, blessing.
And seemed to clasp his hands within my owm.
Fame may come and this dear friend not know' it,
Perchance he may not sing another strain;
Yet, he has filled the mission of the poet.
In helping some sad heart to bear its pain. —Elizabeth Smith, ’26.THE GLEAM
If you have a thought to utter,
Say it well!
Say it gently, smoothly, sweetly.
Fit its parts together neatly,
If one word falls indiscreetly,—
Who can tell ?
If you have an “ain’t" to utter.
Pass it by!
While your speech with grace you’re stocking.
Split infinitives are shocking,
Double negatives are mocking;
Let them die!
Even slang please give the “go-by,”
None for thine!
No “cat's whiskers" must you handle,
Not one “snake’s hip” must you dandle,
Slang can’t even hold a candle.
Much less shine! Hallie Yenni, ’24.
Once there was a little boy very much like me,
Always in mischief, and as willful as could be;
He would stamp his little foot and say, “I won’t,” but didn’t know That his little wayward tricks hurt his mother so.
But no matter what he’d done, she'd forgive him when He climbed into her lap and said; “I won’t do that again.”
Now his youth seems far away, old and gray is he.
Much of pain and grief and shame he can turn and see;
But the mother love was staunch, and the man has learned That always in his mother’s breast the light of hope has burned; Always there forgiveness waits; she will trust him when He comes back and whispers low; “I won’t do that again."
You can never wear it out; mother's love is strong;
It will live through sin and shame, hurt and cruel wrong;
Even though the world revile and your friendships die,
Though your hands be black with sin, she will heed your cry;
Still she’ll love you and forgive, as she did back then,
When you looked at her and said: “I won’t do that again."
—Everett Hagler, ’26.SMITHVILLE BREEZE, Jr.
Thanksgiving : 1923
1. Why three principals’ pictures were exhibited on the stage and four are now hanging in the office.
2. Why Charles McGonagle starts and turns pale every time some one says, “Hold me, Charlie.”
3. Why “Bub” Walker insists on carrying a compact.
4. Why Mary Payne is always so quiet and reserved.
5. What Thelma Davis can possibly see in Davis Barnett.
6. Who pays Inez Baker’s paint bills.
7. Why “Sheik” McCall asks for many favors.
8. If “Ike” Tuggle was ever sane.
9. Why “Pup” Fayet doesn’t go into the movies.
10. Why Billie Brown is always talking about the exploits of the sons of Pratt City.
11. If Susie Cost is a peroxide blonde or just a plain tow head.
12. Who gave Bradley Dehaney his lesson in “sheiking.”
13. Who told George Walters he was a fireman, anyway.
14. If Ed Braswell was built for speed or service.
15. What effect Chattanooga raisons have on a certain football player's brain. Apply to Helen McDonald for particulars.
16. What makes “Tubby” May hew so irresistible.
17. Whose hair is reddest—Mildred Smiley’s or Alice Hughes’.
18. Why Raymond Hardy says “Yes, Maam,” to the girls.
19. Does Elizabeth Lovett?
20. Is Charles Manly?
21. Does “Bub” Walker?
22. Is Raymond Hardy?
23. How much did Susie Cost?
24. What did Louise Baer?
25. Is Jake a Baer?
Kathleen Pope—A Tarre-Bev ns illustration; exquisite flapperism. Curtis Lowery—The cave man; the spirit of athletics; a “Country” gentleman.
Raymond Fayet—The Sheik; Toreadors; scarlet and black pennants. Lyde Thomason—The sun shining on a field of daises; icicles.
Alice Billings—Youth; birthday parties.
Augusta Graves—The athletic girl; Buster Brown; capability.THE GLEAM
Earl Underwood—The “jelly” incarnate; the “Prince Charming” of E. H. S.
Lillian Watkins—Orchids; Spanish dancers; lace masks.
Alwilda McDonald—A medieval duchess in a modern setting; a Neysa McMein poster.
W. B. Inman—Penrod; “Little, but oh, my!”
Eva Zeigler—The young reactionary; Harlequin Blues.
Cecil Evers—Puppy love; “Seventeen;” young romance.
LOST AND FOUND COLUMN
Lost—Some perfectly good curls, on all rainy days. If found, please return to E. H. S. Girls.
Found—One piece of gum. Was parked under lunch room table. Owner can have same by paying for this ad.
Lost, strayed or stolen—One Ensley football player. If found, return to Kat. Hay. No questions will be asked.
Lost—Several hours sleep; return to Helen “Tee Hee” and receive reward.
Lost—One good History Book, unused. Finder need not return.— Hendon Ellis.
“FIGHTS TO THE FINISH”
Glenn Durbin vs. Ruth Powell.
Bruce Maynord vs. Aldis Robbins.
Kearney Baxely vs. Jeanett Gilmore.
Chester Massey vs. Minnie Vincent.
Ernest Motte vs. Earline Evans.
W. B.—“Where is the funny paper?”
W. B., Sr.—“Funny paper? Today isn't Sunday. I told you not to take that bath last night.”
1. —“There's a woman in the moon.”
2. —“How do you know?”
1.—“Well, that man wouldn’t be hanging around if there wasn’t.”
He—“Are you very strong?”
She—“Well, what can I do for you?”
He—“Oh! I was just wondering whether you could break this twenty dollar bill.”
1. —“She treated me shamefully.”
2. —“Ah, but she treated me worse.”
1. —“Impossible; she jiltei me.”
2. —“Yes, but she married me.”44
After a recent election and a careful count of votes, it was found that the following were to hold these honors for the coming semester:
Prettiest Boy—Roland Smith.
Prettiest Girl—Kathryn Donaldson.
Sweetest Boy—Bill Scott.
Sweetest Girl—Alice Billings.
Fattest Boy—Edwin Braswell.
Fattest Girl—Scared to say.
Tallest Boy—‘‘Chuck” Sanders.
Tallest Girl—Mary Frances Mann.
Best Boy Dancer—“Buster” McDowell.
Best Girl Dancer—Helen McDonald.
Most Graceful Boy—“Red” Wharton.
Most Graceful Girl—Louise Cochran.
Sheikiest Boy—Sheik Lowery.
Vampire Girl—Nell Tyus.
Jelly Bean—Claude Vowell.
Boy with prettiest eyes—“Pup" Fayet.
Girl with prettiest eyes—Lillian Watkins.
Most Timid Boy—Charlie McGonagle.
Most Timid Girl—Augusta Graves.
Smartest Boy—Ike Tuggle.
Smartest Girl—Nealy Ogburn.
Helen and Harold were sitting out on the grass underneath the mellow moon.
Helen—“Harold, doesn’t a night like this give you inspiration?" Harold—“Yes, when I’ve something to hold to."
Waiter (to man at table)—“What will you have, sir?" “Ham and eggs. I believe."
Waiter—“How do you like your eggs?’’
“Ha! Ha! I like them fine!"
Teacher—“What race of people have black eyes?" Mary Willis—“Sheiks and Prizefighters."
Bub—“What do you thing about?" Alice—“Nothing at all."
Bub—“Don’t you ever think of me?" Alice—“All the time."
If you see an Editor or a Reporter who pleases everybody, there will be a glass plate over his face and he will not be standing up.THE GLEAM
YELLOW JACKET QUESTION BOX
I am in love with a rich girl and a poor one. Which shall I marry? Answer—Marry the poor one and send me the rich one’s address.
Hey, Soc., can you name some prominent man who has not been married ?
Policeman—“You’re under arrest."
Cross-eyed Man—“What for?’’
Policeman—“You looked crooked!’ —Black and Blue Jay.
Miss Poole announces the following new books in the library: “At the Altar ’ Ruth Powell.
“Chemistry from A to Z," Mr. Thompson.
“The Art of Being Artistic ' Willie Mae Copeland.
“Physical Culture," Edwin Braswell.
“Care and Preservation of the Hair," Mr. Gregg.
“Elements of Tennis," Florence Quigley.
“Be Popular ’ Kathryn Donaldson.
“The Best Method of Home-Hair Curling,’’ Onzelle Aldrich. “Voice Culture," Hudson Shumate.
“The Book of Etiquette,” Miss Porter.
“Parliamentary Usage,’’ Bessie Lewis.
“One in a Thousand," Alice Billings.
“Myself," Jack Townsend.
“The Educational Use of the Cinema,” E. E. Sechriest.
WOULD THE WORLD COME TO AN END IF:
We didn’t have soup three times a week in the lunch room? Everybody brought a songbook to auditorium on time?
Mildred Smiley’s hair was green?
Doris Peterson didn’t giggle?
Miss Burns gave us 90 in Science?
We could tell Maude and Gladys Fallow apart ?
Kat Donaldson didn’t loaf in front of auditorium till the tardy bell rang?
Bessie Stowe and Raymond Durbin weren’t always together?
Earl Underwood wasn’t always sleepy?
Mr. Pittman and Mr. Davis didn’t say “Move on. move on!" as soon as we stop for a chat ?
Mary Paine wasn’t always talking?
We had a five-course lunch for a dime?46
He—“Do you think that you could learn to love me?”
She—‘Tm afraid not.”
He—“’Tis as I feared, too old to learn.” —Jack O’Lantern
Ed. Billings—“Honey, would you love me just as much if 1 tom you « had sold the Ford ?”
Lyde T.—“You didn’t, did you?”
Lyde—“Certainly, I would, darling.”
Fresh—“I love the good, the true, the beautiful, the innocent—”
She—“This is so sudden, but I think papa will consent.” —Ex.
Soph (to pea-green Frosh whom he had been ragging a bit)—“Say, Freshman, can you guess my correct age?”
Frosh—“Come a bit closer so 1 can get a good look at your teeth.” Soph—“What for?”
Frosh—“Why, down on the farm where I was raised, we always guess the age of a jackass by counting his teeth.” —Lord Jeff.
Myrtle R.—“Wasn’t that a fine lecture by Mr. Thompson on ‘The Culture of Prunes'?”
Bessie L.—“Splendid! He was full of his subject.”
Edgar Nagel—“We’re going to hit 'Eighty’ in a minute! Are you afraid ?”
Catherine H. (Swallowing much dust)—“No indeed. I’m full of grit.”
THEY LEARN RAPIDLY
College Senior—“I would give five dollars for just one kiss from a nice innocent girl like you.”
Innocent Freshman—“Oh, how terrible.”
College Senior—“Did I offend you?”
Innocent Freshman—“No, I was just thinking about the fortune I gave away last night.”
A BITE IN TIME
They sat on the porch at midnight, And their lips were tightly pressed; The old man gave the signal—
And the bull-dog did the rest.
“Johnny, when we have been standing here in the doorway has it ever dawned on you—”
“Good gosh no! You'd never let me stay that late.” —Siren.
Prof.—“Who was Homer?”
StnH »—“The guv Babe Ruth made famous. —Parmkoot.
PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
“Have patience,” said the village belle to the recently graduated medic. “Will you marry me when I do?” asked he. eagerly. —Pelican.
NOTES OF THE CORRIDOR
By an Innocent By-Stander
I noticed that Onzelle has quite vamped “Country” by now. Congratulations, Onzelle.
Mr. Pittman makes a fine chief of police. Don’t you think so? Mr. Davis and Mr. Kegley are very able assistants. Ask the loafers; they know.
Louie Zcigler is always in a hurry. Wonder why. Ask—sh—that’s a secret.
W. B. is getting to be quite a ladies’ man. See all the girls rushing him!!
Lucille Garrett and Elizabeth Lovett go to town nearly every evening. What’s the attraction, girls?
If Mary Ellen and Marjorie continue as at present, they will soon gain admittance to the loafer’s club.
Gee, we have lots of cats at school. Let's see—there Kats Donaldson. Hay, Allen, McGlathery, Seay, etc. The point is, which is the Cattiest?
I see lots of girls rush Sterling these days. He’» really a Sheik, eh ? Sure, Bryan, too. has developed his grin so that it’s quite a hit now. It’s cute, Bryan.
“If the President. Vice-President and all the members of the Cabinet died who would officiate?”
“The undertaker.” —Black and Blue Jay.
Lady—“ I want a pair of pants for my husband.” Clerk—“What size please?”
Lady—“I don’t know, tut he wears a 14 V collar.”
Pat—“Moike, why is kissing your gurril loike emptying a bottle of olives?”
Mike—“Give it up.”
Pat—“Cause if you get one the rest is aisy.”48
A WET ONE
“What is your idea of the tightest man in E. H. S?”
“The guy who won’t take a shower because they soak you too much.”
DEDICATED TO “YOU”
It was at a game of football
Dciwoon two riamjy fooo,
That first I gazed upon your face,
rour countenance to behold.
One lingering look we both exchanged, Then downward I cast my eyes, for Love at first sight is not very bold.
But sweet as the summer skies.
The game of ball is over dear,
But not the game of life,
And with two hearts, yours and mine. We’ll win out in this strife.
The boy stood on the burning deck Of the flaming, steaming ship.
“Oh Gosh!” he cried, “my spirit will fly W’hen the thirsty flames reach my hip.”
One of the arrows that cupid shot.
A hat for a head of a nail.
A splinter from a sunbeam.
A key to fit an elephant’s trunk.
A pair of spectacyes for the eyes of potatoes. A stick to measure narrow escapes.
Anna D. Trucks—“Hear you got a new car. Does she rattle?”
Jewett Motley—“I say she does—Sounds like a skeleton having a chill on a tin roof.”
“Ma, do I have to wash my face?” “Certainly.”
“Why can’t I powder it like you do?”
“Can’t you stretch a point?”
“Certainly,” said the period—thus the comma was born.
“Edward, there are burglars down stairs!”
“Let ’em alone. They might be after your saxophone.”
“Send for the doctor,” said the excited witness, “this man’s leg is broken.”
“No,” said the victim, “that was a ten thousand dollar Rolls-Jolts that ran over me. Send for a lawyer.” —Dirge.
ISN’T THAT A HIT STRONG
Notod apiontiflto oAy that the nevrcl of health is to eat raw onions— but how can that be kept secret? — Ee -Aw.
Stranger—“I represent a society for the supression of profanity. I want to take profanity entirely out of your life and—”
Jones—“Hey, mother! Here’s a man wants to buy our car!
The weekly meeting of the Loafer’s Club was held Friday, November 2. The meeting was called to order by the President, Murray Cawthome. After roll call by the Secretary, Gladys Fallow, plans for a party were discussed. Neal Pearson and Raymon Fayet then gave an exhibition of the tango. Earl Jackson sang a solo, accompanied by Louise Couch, and Kathryn Donaldson rendered an address on “Why I Think Lucille Lloyd Resembles Norma Talmadge.” Erskine Lindsey was put out of the meeting for sleeping, while Kat was making her speech.
After a little friendly (?) argument among the members as to which had the prettiest permanent wave. Miss Aird or Miss Poole, the meeting adjourned in disorder to meet next at the home of Mildred Burgen.
SQUATTNG COW CLUB
The Squatting Cow Club is a club of queer ideas and rotten thoughts. Our motto is “Squat one for all and all for one.” Mary Payne was unanimously elected sponsor. The big “cheese” of our society is a secret. Some of our most prominent four-legged creatures are: “Hook-em” DeHaney. “Toothless” Troulias, “Fence Jumping” Jones, “Bossy” Hargrave, “Mule-Headed” Faircloth, “Four-Stream” Branch, “Half-Pint” Green. “Blating” Hunt, “Butter” Snow, “Moo-ing” McDonald and other creatures. We meet in Adam’s pasture every chance we get. It is rumored that Chief-Dairyman Kegley will put “Mule-Headed” Faircloth on the beef market. Anyone wishing to join may do so by proving to the “Big Cheese” that they have flunked in at least five majors in one semester. Don’t forget Adam's pasture!
Margaret H.—“I got a beautiful parchment diploma from cooking class today, and I’ve cooked this for you. Now guess what it is?”
John T. (with a slab of omelet between his teeth)—“The diploma.”50
ENTERED FROM A SENIOR’S DIARY
Up late: to school late still. Mr. Smith very uppity in his opinion of tardies. 0. K. to Miss Luttrell for English. Very lonesome; too much memory work. To gym. Coach very surely. Lost game of horse shoes and my heart to little blonde playing ball near by. To assembly. Very boresome. Girl recited Gunga Din or Aurora Borealis or something. To lunch room. Mr. Davis insisted ilmi I lino? onnnving. Bought
my samples and found another fellow sitting by my blonde. She'll have some explaining to do tonight. Patrolman Kegley caught me without 0. K. To office to make bond. The police force is fierce around here. To trig. Very complicated. Teacher unsympathetic. Fire drill at last minute. Throws us late as usual, and out of school at 3:15. Home, to other pleasures.
A CHEMISTRY EXPERIMENT
2 Bessie Stow plus 1 Raymond Durbin, 3 Love plus 1 Matrimony, 4.
Two rare specimen of loveology. When exposed to air, they sizzle and bubble. When heated they expand and on cooling they cuddle up. As in all other cases, like objects repell and unlike objects attract.
Raymond turns blue litmus pink and Bessie turns red litmus blue. These two elements have a great chemical affinity for each other and both belong to the love-sick family.
“When I look into your eyes, when I see you smile, like the sun after rain, when I see the lovelight deep in those limpid pools of loveliness . . ." “Uh-huh !M
“When I am near you, intoxicated with the subtlest of sachets, I
wonder .... I wonder.............M
“Yes, yes, gon on!"
“Yes. yes, gon on!” —Goblin
LITTLE THINGS IT WOULD NEVER DO TO TELL
1. Why Miss Aird doesn't bob her hair.
2. Why Clinton Stubbs likes “Thanatopsis."
3. What the sandwiches for lunch are made of.
4. How Alice Hughes' hair happens to be red.
5. Why Mrs. Robbins came back to school.
6. Why Louise Couch likes to play with “jacks."
7. Why Mr. Davis tries to act “hard-boiled."
8. Why George Walters likes fire drills.
9. Why Miss Grayson does so much work in the Science Lab.
10. What Edith Nickel will do tomorrow.
11. Why Coach Bryan approves of gym for girls in E. H. S.THE GLEAM
12. Why certain teachers were invited to the Domestic Science breakfast.
13. Who wrote this.
THE E. H. S. JELLIES
Roland Smith Murray Cawlhorne
own cvers Earl Underwood
Hendon Ellis Claude Vowell
E. H. S. SHEIKS. MADE OF STERNER STUFF
“Hold Me” McGonagle “Country” Lowery
“Pup” Fayet “Sheik” Barnett
E. H. S. FREAKS Mary Rumsey—She exempted 6 majors.
Dick Moxley—Runt of E. H. S.
Edwin Braswell—Weight: 3 tons.
Homer Williamson—The green-eyed bobo.
Claud McDonald—Eats Mrs. Adams lunches and likes them.
A CONTINUED STORY
“Slowly, silently she yielded to his passionate embrace. As he clasped her in his arms, and on her upturned lips he pressed a kiss, she softly mur-mered”—
to be continued —Who Doo.
E—gotistic—all the seniors.
N—-othing—extent of their knowledge. S—low—moving through the halls.
E—asy—none of our studies.
Y—awn—prevalent in assembly.
H—appy—whole E. H. S. family.
I— mpossible—nothing at Ensley.
G—learn—a really good paper.
H—eavy—Mr. Keglcy’s sarcasm.
S—lick—“Pup” Fayet’s hair.
II— orse laugh—what we gave Central. O—Id—the joker in the Gleam.
0—riginal—Ed Braswell’s line.
L—oud—our team; if it is little.52
Mother—“Where did you get that dime?”
Gladys—“That’s the one you gave me to put in the collection at church.”
Mother—“Why didn’t you do it?”
Gladys—“Why, I thought I’d buy an ice cream with it, and let the ice cream man give it to the church.’
THE DUMBBELL CLUB
The Dumbbell Club was organized September 26, 1923, at school. The thirteen members all excel in the requirements of a dumbbell, which are: The membership can consist only of girls; second, she must pay a nickel as she joins; and third, she must be a big dumbbell in and outside of school. It is said of us that we are so dumb that we think the Steel Plant is a flower. Our colors are green. Our club pins, which are green, are worn by all the members. The following officers were elected: :
President—Cadle Propst; Vice-President—Alwilda McDonald; Secretary—Ethel Phillips; Treasurer—Nell Harris; Reporters—Anna D. Trucks and Dorothy Morrison. The other members are: Alice Billings, Neillie Og-burn, Alberta Appleton, Catherine Allen, Alma Almon, Elizabeth Sanders and Onzelle Aldrich. Our mascots are : “Pup” Fayet, Charles Wilson, and Everett Barclay.
Robert Rogers—“How do you feel this morning, Carl?”
Carl Roeher—“I feel like Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Friday, Saturday and Sunday.”
Robert—“How’s that. Carl?”
Once four negroes died and went to heaven.
St. Peter asked the first one if he owned a car on earth. He said, “Yes, a Rollsroyce,” and he was put with the Baptists. The second had a Cadillac and was put with the Methodists; the third had a Packard and was put with the Presbyterians. The fourth said he had a Ford, so St Peter said, “You stand with the Christian Scientists because you just think you had a car.”
First Fresh—“Hey, don’t spit on the floor.”
Second Fresh—“S’matter, floor leak ?”
First Flapper—“He kissed me while I wasn’t looking.”
Second Flapper—“Then what did you do?”
First Flapper—“I didn’t look at him for the rest of the evening.”THE GLEAM
THE WEST END BUZZARD GANG (A Revival of Old Days)
They held their first yearly meeting at Alley’s Drug Store. Election of officers was held, and the following Buzzards will lead their fellow Buzzards through the year:
President—Alec McLeod; Vice-President—Campbell Pearson; Secretary—Helen McDonald; Treasurer—Fred Cottingham.
The following members were all anxious to hold an office, but their dreams were shattered: Charles Manly. Alwilda McDonald, Hagard Terrell and Cecil Evers. The meeting adjourned after all had repeated the Buzzard oath.
The Pratt-Wylam Heartbreakers met at the home of Olene Guiliam. The President. Inez Stewart, was forced to stay at home on account of having lost her lipstick, and Margaret Hassler presided instead. A program had been planned, but the members refused to stay, as they were all anxious to go to the Pratt Weekly Picture Show.
The Gleam reporter, in an interview with Miss Helen McDonald, received an interesting account of the happenings on the train during the football team's recent trip to Chattanooga. Among the most interesting incidents of the trip was that of the jag of Bill Scott.
Miss McDonald stated that she had fed Mr. Scott some raisins and that Mr. Scott began acting very strangely soon after. He began by calling very loudly for more raisins. More raisins were secured for Mr. Scott, but they only seemed to aggravate his condition. Mr. Scott began shouting and gesticulating and acting very much like a man under the influence of some intoxicating liquor.
Some of the boys, upon learning of Mr. Scott's condition, took him back to the diner, where an ice pack was secured for him. Mr. Scott finally dropped off to sleep. After sleeping off his jag the unfortunate Bill was just as good as new and as right as rain, except for a splitting headache. Miss McDonald, who was at a loss to explain Mr. Scott’s erratic condition, was told that the poor fellow is a “Scoopomypoviackthat is, he is a fellow easily intoxicated. Evidently, the raisins went to Mr. Scott’s head as soon as he ate them. Miss McDonald says she will be careful what she feeds Mr. Scott from now on.The Merita Fruit Cake IS NOW READY. The Best Ever. PLEASE ORDER EARLY. American Bakeries Co.
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