Ensley High School - Jacket Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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ttljp (Slram Published By the Students of the Ensley High School Ensley, Alabama Staff Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor-in-Chief Literary Editors ...... Club Editors ............ Athletic Editors ........ Miscellaneous ......... Art Editors .......... Exchange Editors ... Circulation .Managers Advertising Managers Typists.................. Photographers............ Faculty Advisers ........ .... ...Augusta Sanders ...Paul Morrow [Victoria Davis •• (Rochelle Snow (Marguerite Matlock (Irene Motley [Hugh Ackis (Zemma Singleton (Rutledge Snow (Hurley Upchurch ' Benedict Gibson Raymond Weeks . Raymond Padgett Hawthorne Hawkins Marion Robson Mary Meadows [Joe Bynum (Ruth Andrews [Harry DeFreese (Everett Hagler Tom McDowell jlim McDowell 'Terry HufTsluttler §va Harris Walker i Id red Wilson enneth Haigler (Edward Watrous • (Leonard Thomas Mr. E. E. Smith I Mr. Hawkins uMr. Seehriest ... Miss Lackey (Miss Scruggs Miss Etley Miss Chiles2 THE GLEAM New Teachers in Ensley High This year the faculty of Ensley High has quite a few new members. They come to us from many different sections of the country. We feel that we are fortunate in having the following new instructors and welcome them most heartily. Mathematics Miss Amy Hankins, A. B., Randolph-Macon Woman’s College. Miss Florence Williamson, A. B., Breneau. Mr. H. G. Douglass, A. B., Birmingham-Southern. Miss Rosa Mae Warren, A. B., Birmingham-Southern. English Miss Alberta Norwood, A. B., Birmingham-Southern. History Mr. G. W. Floyd, A. B., Potomac University. Science Miss Theresa Hirsch, A. B., University of Nebraska. Mr. J. H. Hawkins, A. B., Birmingham-Southern. Mr. E. E. Erwin, A. B., University of Alabama. Spanish Miss Lila May Cantey, A. B., Birmingham-Southern. Commercial Mrs. G. C. Smith (Miss Stella McMullin), B. C. S., Bowling Green Business University. Music Miss Carrie Vineyard, B. M., Sophie Newcomb. Mr. R. A. Martinson, B. M., MacPhail School of Music. Mr. C. C. Brown, Ithaca Conservatory of Music. Home Economics Miss Charles Aldredge, A. B., Texas State Teachers’ College; B. S., College of Industrial Arts.THE GLEAM 3 Senior Class Officers President Harry DeFreese Vice-President Victoria Davis Secretary ...Nell LeCroy Essayist .....Mildred Wilson Historian Janies Campbell Prophet Cecelia Phillips Poet Roland Carmichael Lawyer Lyle Brumbach Statistician Everett Hagler Artist Beatrice Vincent Orator George Friedlob Pianist Nell LeCroy Vocalist Victoria Davis Violinist Virginia Tate4 THE GLEAM Building Report Last semester before school closed for the summer vacation, the workmen had already begun the task of reconstructing the old building and erecting the new. The noise and din created by many tools and busy hands was as music to our eager ears, for we knew it meant that we were soon to have the fine new addition that has long been promised to Ensley High School. When the fall term began, this September a great change had been made and since that first day there have been many noticeable alterations. My duty is to give a detailed report of progress made since then. On that first day, and for many days after that there was no water supply and no lunch room to furnish the needs of the pupils. The water was soon connected and within two weeks the lunch room was sufficiently completed for us to use. In the new lunch room there are stationary tables and stools arranged to afford greater room for more tables. With the altered lunch room we have an entirely different type of lunch service and paying which enables the official staff to have less assistance and duties are finished more easily and quickly. The next most important thing that we have to learn about is the advance in work being done on the stage in the Auditorium and Assembly room. From the time school started, until the present day the stage has progressed rapidly and grown from a mere lattice work of wierd designs into a platform which we hope will be finished by Christmas. The new stage is much larger than the old one was and will be more conveniently arranged. The auditorium too, has been enlarged and has much larger seating capacity. A great many of the rooms in the old building, including the principal’s office, have been made larger. This is an improvement that has long been needed. The outside walls of the new building have risen from skeleton outlines to solid, substantial brick enclosures. The class rooms are beginning to take a more definite shape, and the halls are daily growing more and more complete. There are a number of little, insignificant differences that few people would notice, and it would take too long to enumerate them. However, I will tell of a few, such as the desks in place of the uncomfortable chairs in our old annex, better known as “The Floating Palace;” the removal of sewing room to the first floor; the renewed heating plant; fresh material in the “Scientific World” on the third floor; private telephones for the head of each department, so that they may communicate with the office or other parts of the building, and many more of which I have not the space to tell you. In a few more months, if everything is favorable, we are hoping to move into the new part of our old home, and I am sure we will all be glad to do so. CAROLYN SPENCER, “26”THE GLEAM 5 Inter-City Operetta During the second week of January there is to be held in Birmingham a conference of the Southern Music Supervisors. To show to these visiting Supervisors just what the Birmingham High Schools are doing in the way of music, an inter-city high school operetta is to be presented before them at the Phillips High School Auditorium. The operetta is a musical comedy, “The Royal Vagabond,” recently released from the professional stage. The group from which the cast was selected consisted of representatives from the three high schools—Woodlawn, Philips and Ensley. These representatives had been chosen by preliminary tryouts in each of the schools. We of Ensley High feel particularly proud that from our four representatives two were cast for leading roles, Victoria Davis is to take the role of Anitza, the leading lady and Alma Shields is to play the part of Princess Ilelina. Victoria has recently shown her ability for leadership in other forms of student activities, while Alma, in one of our own operettas, has proven her ability as an actress. We feel that Ensley's reputation for splendid work is quite safe in such competent hands. AUGUSTA SANDERS, ’26. ----------o---------- Civitan Scholarship in Voice Another honor which has come to a student of the Ensley High School is the scholarship in voice awarded by the Civitan Club. The announcement reads “Civitan Lawrence Metyarde, director of the Ensley Academy of Music, will award two one year scholarships in music, one in voice and the other for the piano, to students demonstrating unusual talent in these branches of art.” Anna Mary Singleton was selected from the twenty-two contestants as the winner of the voice scholarship. The selection rendered in the try out was “Thanks Be to God.” All who have heard Anna Mary sing are certain that this honor was justly awarded. We are looking forward with pleasure to hearing Anna Mary sing her way to fame. MARGUERITE MATLOCK, '26. ----------o---------- Civitan Scholarship in Piano To a student of Ensley High has come a distinct honor. On October 26, from among twenty contestants, Lester Mann was awarded a scholarship by the Civitan Club of Ensley. The scholarship provides for a year of instruction in piano from Mr. Lawrence Meteyarde. The rules of the contest provided that the contestants play selections of their own choosing and that they have a thorough knowledge of the fundamentals of music. The selections Lester rendered were Paderewski's “Minuet” and Schumann’s “Strange Lands and Strange People.”THE GLEAM 7 Alumni Association Organization of the Alumni Association Last year Mr. Pizitz offered to each of the three high schools a prize of one hundred dollars to be awarded to the group of students making the greatest progress in citizenship. Our committee decided to limit the contest to the Literary Societies, the awards to be based on the following points: “prospectus; development within the society; initiation of movements for the advancement of the school.” Until June, 1925, there had been no organization of the Alumni of the Ensley High School. The Shakespearean Literary Society promoted as its contribution to the initiation of movements for the advancement of the school the organization of an Alumni Association. The following officers were elected: President...............................Helen Albert Vice-President.........................Selwyn Smith Secretary-Treasurer....................Clara Warren Only the beginnings have been made. We are looking forward to an active and enthusiastic body of Alumni. -----------o---------- Greetings From the Alumni Greetings from the Alumni! From Michigan, Virginia, Kentucky, all parts of Alabama, in fact from all over the United States, messages of love and greetings come from the Alumni to their beloved Alma Mater, Ensley High School. Although our Alumni Association is quite young we hope to make it one of the most effective and most helpful organizations in furthering the better interests of the school. We are watching all the activities at Ensley High with keen interest. We are interested in everything that Ensley High School is doing. We are backing you! We want to do everything in our power to help you. Although many of us are in the college and business world now, still our thoughts are not centered there entirely for in our hearts remain a great big space filled to overflowing with love for dear old Ensley High. HELEN ALBERT, President.THE GLEAM 7 Alumni Association Organization of the Alumni Association Last year Mr. Pizitz offered to each of the three high schools a prize of one hundred dollars to be awarded to the group of students making the greatest progress in citizenship. Our committee decided to limit the contest to the Literary Societies, the awards to be based on the following points: “prospectus; development within the society; initiation of movements for the advancement of the school.” Until June, 1925, there had been no organization of the Alumni of the Ensley High School. The Shakespearean Literary Society promoted as its contribution to the initiation of movements for the advancement of the school the organization of an Alumni Association. The following officers were elected: President...............................Helen Albert Vice-President.........................Selwyn Smith Secretary-Treasurer....................Clara Warren Only the beginnings have been made. We are looking forward to an active and enthusiastic body of Alumni. -----------o---------- Greetings From the Alumni Greetings from the Alumni! From Michigan, Virginia, Kentucky, all parts of Alabama, in fact from all over the United States, messages of love and greetings come from the Alumni to their beloved Alma Mater, Ensley High School. Although our Alumni Association is quite young we hope to make it one of the most effective and most helpful organizations in furthering the better interests of the school. We are watching all the activities at Ensley High with keen interest. We are interested in everything that Ensley High School is doing. We are backing you! We want to do everything in our power to help you. Although many of us are in the college and business world now, still our thoughts are not centered there entirely for in our hearts remain a great big space filled to overflowing with love for dear old Ensley High. HELEN ALBERT, President.8 THE GLEAM Graduates of the 1925 Class Who Are Attending College B'ham-Southern Miriam Sayer Claude Chamblee Dorothy Ransom Majorie Sayer Fred Treherne Clara Warren Marion Hurlburt Helen Albert J. M. Ball Thomas Barrett Wayne Dean Wilmont Cooper Rosabel Cantrell Nena Jo Cantrell Cecil Folmer Claudine Lacey Minnie Mae Shannon Harbin Singleton Sarah Riggs Elva Roberts Alex Patterson Fountain Hair Doris Finch Wilfred Hardin Cecil Pondor Cadle Propst James Waggoner Cecil Wilhite Howard College Aubrey Riggins Martha Bradford Elizabeth Leslie Jewett Motley Alwilda McDonald Earl Jackson Dorothy Smith Elizabeth Teague Selwyn Smith Auburn Raymond Fayet Floyd Huffaker William McCall Hardwick McLaren Edna Creel C. H. Ellis . Alex Marshall A. T. McCall Duke University Ralph Morrow Harding College William Scott Vernie Rowe Randolph-Macon Evelyn Barrett University of Ala. Catherine Byrum Robert Marston John Flautt Ida Fisher Livingston Normal Minnie Wade Corey University of Mich. George Brisban Jane Summers Montevallo College Gartrell McCurrey Catherine Allen Alma Almon Elizabeth Bryant Nell Harris Judson College Louise Jackson Dorothy Morrison Alberta Appleton Margaret HasslerTHE GLEAM 9 American Chemical Society Contest For the past two years the American Chemical Society has offered prizes for the best essays on subjects dealing with Chemistry written by the students of the High Schools of the United States. There are six state prizes awarded to the writers of the best essays on six assigned chemical subjects. The state winners are entered in the national contest. The prize for the winner of the national contest, for boys, a four year scholarship to Yale and for girls, a four year scholarship to Vassal . Jane Summers, 1925, won first place in Alabama and later national honors in the 1924-25 contest. Vassal requires every girl to be seventeen years old before entering and as Jane was only fifteen, she had her scholarship transferred from Vassar to the University of Michigan. PAUL MORROW. ’26. -----------o---------- Do Your Best It has oft’ been said by the men of old That the truest hearts are composed of gold, That the truest lips speak the words sincere, That the mutest ears try the best to hear. It has, too, been said, in the years gonq by That the ones who win are the ones who try. That the ones who try live in joy galore, While the ones who cheat live to try no more. Now, the only truth that I’m to reveal Is to live a’right and from Time don’t steal, Make your minutes count, always do your best, And you’ll find yourself far above the rest. C. F. HfLL, ’25. -----------o--------- Montevallo We are proud of the record of our girls at Montevallo. There were more than seventy-five girls who tried for the Dramatic Club and of this number only six succeeded in making the club. The only Freshman in this successful six was our own Catherine Allen who will play the leading part in the Montevallo play to be given in Auburn, Montgomery, and at Judson College. There is a club in Montevallo which features strongly in the life of the10 THE GLEAM college composed of the presidents of the different classes and the presidents of the different clubs. Alma Almon, ’25 was elected secretary to this club. Membership in the Math. Club at Montevallo is based on a year’s satisfactory work in Mathematics. Ensley High is represented in this club by Mary Bryant of the class of 1924. ----------o--------- Birmingham-Southern Our girls at Birmingham-Southern are winning honors also. Nena Joe Cantrell, ’25, Clara Warren, ’25, and Marion Hurlbert, ’25, have made Le Cercle Francais. The try outs were conducted in French. Clara gave the Life of Joan D’Arc, and Marion sang a French song, Alouette, and Nena Joe gave La Marche Lorraine. Three cheers for the cheer leaders! Thomas Barrett, ’25, has been elected one of the Freshman cheer leaders at Southern. ----------o--------- Birmingham-Southern Our Music Department is not without its share of the honors won by our Alumni. Thomas Barrett and Cecil Folmar of the class of ’25 have been elected to membership in the Birmingham-Southern Glee Club. Cecil also plays in the orchestra and the band at Southern. ----------o--------- University of Michigan Ensley High School is a preparation for life and we are always glad to hear of the honors which come to our students who have left us. The University of Michigan boasts of an enrollment of fourteen thousand. One of the organizations there is the Portia Honorary Literary Society the membership of which is limited to twenty-five. This year there were only four vacancies to be filled. The tryouts were conducted before the entire faculty of the University. Of the three hundred who tried out this year our own Jane Summers was one of the successful four.THE GLEAM 11 I Clubs and Activities Boys’ Civic Club The Boys’ Civic Club was organized Wednesday, October 28, 1925. The following officers were elected: Woodrow Simmons...........................President Carl Lind............................Vice-President Sam Fort .................................Secretary The president appointed the following program committee: J. V. Blevins, Gordon Knight, Roy Varner, and Chester Tate. The subject of study selected for the year was Topics of Interest to Birmingham. The club has many new members and all are interested in making this a successful year. SAM FORT, Secretary. -----------o---------- Hyperian Literary Society Station R-A-T-S broadcasting. Hyperian Literary Society speaking. The Girls’ Freshman Literary Society was organized in February, 1925. It is the youngest girls literary society in school. Last June we reported over ninety members. A large number of these have gone into the upper class societies but we are getting more new members all the time. We reorganized the first of this semester and under the capable direction of our advisers, Miss Warren and Miss Forbes, we are having many splendid meetings. We have a two-fold aim this year, to instill into every member the spirit of co-operation and good sportsmanship and to master the difficult art of speaking before an audience.. The following officers were elected this semester: Virginia Ricks.............................President Edna Snow ............................Vice-President Doris Holmes ..............................Secretary Ellen Giles ...............................Treasurer EDNA SNOW, ’29.12 THE GLEAM Delphian Debating Society Station D. D. S. broadcasting a snappy little program from Ensley High School at Ensley, Alabama, about the Delphian Debating Society. All right. Hold on tight. Here we go. We started off the semester with a bang, electing the following officers: Hurley Upchurch, President; Archie Mays, Vice-President; Robert Carlton, Secretary; Augustine Aloia, Treasurer; Joe Barrett, Chaplain, and Richard Watkins, Marshal. With this group of boys as officers we are looking forward to a very successful year. Although we are only twenty-five in number we are “The Six Hundred” in spirit and willingness to work. This concludes our little frolic for tonight from station D. D. S. at Ensley, Alabama. Station D. D. S. signing off. Good night. ROBERT CARLTON, ’27. -----------o---------- Argonian Literary Society S-s-s Boom! Yea! Argonians! The best literary society in Ensley High School! We think so and if you do not believe me well— Some Thursday when you are not so busy drop by room 204 and watch the girls go in to Literary Society. They are the most earnest, hardworking, happy and best looking girls in school. Come inside and see what is going on. This year we are studying “Foreign Countries and Their Customs” and it is a most interesting study. We have “been” to Holland, Turkey, and Spain already and expect to visit Russia, Denmark, Italy, Japan and many other countries before the year is over. The Literary Society is offering a prize for the best essay on “Why Visit Europe,” and many girls are working hard for this prize. One of the big things the Argonians are working on this year is a new Traffic Plan, which, when under way will greatly benefit the school. We are looking forward to a wonderful year in Literary Society. Under the leadership of Miss Boehmer and Miss Norwood Pm sure we will succeed in living up to our motto, “Make ye the world a bit more beautiful and better because ye have lived in it.” BEATRICE SMILEY, ’26.THE GLEAM 13 Shakespearean Literary Society The Shakespearean Literary Society has grown at a steady pace even from the time that it was first organized until at present it is one of the largest societies in our school. Our prospectus for the semester includes an extensive study of Foreign Countries, their customs and peculiarities. We are striving at all times to accustom ourselves to the correct use of Parliamentary Law and to the making of speeches when called upon. The following boys have been chosen to guide the society for this semester : George Fried lob Harry DeFreese Taft Barber ... Cecil Benton .. .........President .....Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer ..........Chaplain TAFT BARBER, ’26. -----------o--------- Thalian Literary Society Thirteen! Most people consider thirteen a very unlucky number. The Thalians do not. This is our thirteenth year as a Literary Society, but instead of an unlucky year, it is going to be a year of progress. We are attempting an entirely new and different type of study this year, “What is Right With the Movies.” Although we have had only a few meetings this semester we have had some very interesting programs. We are hoping that this will be one of the most successful years in the Thalian history. With our splendid advisers we should make this year stand out. As we grow in years we strive to grow more progressive and beneficial in every way possible. NELL NECROY, ’26. ------------o---------- Valerian Literary Society We, the Valerians, entered our activities this semester with great zest. Many new members have come to our fold to take the place of those lost by graduation. These we welcome with all our hearts. With the co-operation of Valerians, old and new, we are striving for greater success this year than we have ever achieved before. Our meetings are proving interesting and delightful. We are studying the opera, thus making the programs both literary and musical. First,14 THE GLEAM we have the lives of the composers and the stories of the opera. These are followed by real selections from the operas, thanks to the Williams Music House, who very kindly lend us the records, and Miss Haggard’s Ford, which brings them out. We are fortunate in having Miss Haggard and Miss Vineyard as our advisers—they make it possible for us to have excellent programs. Miss Haggard takes care of the literary part and Miss Vineyard leads us in the music. We have a very able president and the prompt response of the girls whenever called upon is splendid. Our officers for the semester are: Willie Bell Davis Wynelle Lowery Light D’Albergo Louise Stapp..... LIGHT D’ALBERGO, ’26. .....President Vice-President .....Secretary .....Treasurer ------------o---------- Orchestra The orchestra is another coming feature in Ensley High. Last year we won the loving cup, awarded by the Brown Jewelry Company to the best orchestra in the city. If we continue the work so well started this year that cup is going to stay in Ensley. The orchestra is practicing every day and have been working so earnestly that time has not been taken to elect officers. Nell Lecroy has been selected as pianist, and Paul LaRussa, concert master. Preparation is now being made for the appearance of the orchestra at the Southern Music Conference to be held here January 11th to 15th. MARGUERITE MATLOCK, ’26. ------------o---------- Girls’ Glee Club Rah! Rah! Ree! Who are we? Glee Club, Glee Club Girls, don’t you see? No, we are not going to sing you a song, but instead we are just going to tell you a few things about our club. Of course, our club is one of the finest in Ensley High. We all take part and do our very best. This is why so many girls are anxious to join us. We enjoy the work and look forward to the meeting each Thursday. The following officers have been elected for the club: President, Anna Mary Singleton; Vice-President, Phoebe Andrews; Secretary and Treasurer,THE GLEAM 15 Iris Martin; Publicity Manager, Victoria Davis; Librarian, Evelyn Staggers; Assistant Librarian, Irene Motley. The club recently took part on the program for the Parent-Teachers’ Association. The numbers rendered were: “Thanks Be to God,” “Love Sends a Little Gift of Roses,” by Anna Mary Singleton; “A Winter Lullaby” “To a Hilltop,” by the Girls’ Glee Club. The girls are planning to participate in activities during the Southern Music Supervisors Conference, which meets here the second week in January. They will sing in the chorus of one thousand voices, selected from the boys and girls of the three high schools. ANNA MARY SINGLETON, ’26. -------------o---------- Boys’ Glee Club The Senior Boys’ Glee Club, under the leadership of Mr. Martinson, is having a very successful year. The boys are taking a greater interest in this work than ever before. The thirty-two members of the club are picked from a large number of boys who are taking vocal. The aim of the club is to develop the individual and to take part in public performances. The Glee Club is going to take part in the Southern Music Conference, which will be held January 11th to 15th. They also expect to take part in all High School activities. The following members have been elected as officers for the fall session: Robert R. Hardy Vernon Patrick William Poole .... Taft Barber .. ROBERT R. HARDY, ’26. ..........President .....Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer ..........Librarian -------------o--------- The Band We are fortunate in securing the services of Mr. Brown, a graduate of the Ithaca Conservatory of Music and a pupil of Patrick Conway, as band master. The band is practicing every day. The classes are divided into two groups, those who play brass instruments, and those who play the reed instruments. These classes meet together twice a week for group instruction.16 THE GLEAM At the first of the semester only twenty-one boys enrolled for band but after a room was provided and a definite schedule planned the number grew to about fifty-five. Many of these are new pupils in the work but in time our band will be another of the many features of which Ensley is proud. A sixty piece band, which will be the best in the city, is Mr. Brown’s goal. MARGUERITE MATLOCK. ’26. ■o- Hi-Y The Hi-Y Club is an organization of the boys in High School affiliated with the Y. M. C. A., having as its creed “To create, maintain and extend throughout our school community higher standards of Christian character.” The membership this semester has grown to twenty-five boys all eager and willing to work. The officers of the club are: Harry DeFreese ............................ President Everett Hagler ........................ Vice-President Terry Huffstuttler ......................... Secretary Cecil Benton ................................Treasurer Joe Bynum ................................... Reporter Our programs are planned very carefully. Each program has as its main purpose the development of the boy mentally, morally, and physically. Once each month the Hi-Y Clubs have a banquet at the Y. M. C. A. These banquets serve to bring the different clubs of the city into closer contact with each other. Every year a loving cup is awarded to the club showing the greatest development within the organization. Last year Ensley won this cup. We are hoping to bring the cup back again this year. CECIL BENTON, ’26. -------------o--------- The Girl Reserves As the curtain goes up on the school year of 1925-26 many new and interesting things are brought to our attention. One of which is our Girl Reserve. We were organized in the spring of 1925 as the Girls Hi-Y. but as it was near the end of the year we were not heard from as often as we hope to be this year. Although the youngest organization in Engley High, the Girl Reserves is far from the weakest. The Girl Reserves differs from the Girls Hi-Y in that it is an Interna-THE GLEAM 17 tional organization. We are striving for the same purpose that the girls in Europe, or the girls in South America are striving for, that is: ‘‘To find and give the best.” Our code is: “Gracious in manner Impartial in judgment Ready for service Loyalty to friends Reaching toward the best Earnest in purpose Seeing the beautiful Eager for knowledge Reverence to God Victorious over self Ever dependable Sincere at all times.” With our most capable advisers, Miss Shelton and Mrs. Stewart, and officers, Marguerite Matlock, Mable Varner, Rochelle Snow, and Anna Mary Singleton, we have a most successful year planned. ROCHELLE SNOW, '26. ------------o---------- The Art League The Art League, as some of you already know, was organized last year and even though it was the latter part of the year, we obtained several fine paintings. We bought one and had three framed. “King Lear,” a beautiful painting valued at three hundred dollars, was donated by Mr. Ramsey. “Men of Steel,” one of the most famous paintings of the steel mills, by Mr. Roderick McKenzie was given by the artist himself. These pictures are now in the library but will be placed in the halls when the new building is completed. Membership in the Art League is voluntary, the fee is only five cents a month. This money is received in the office and kept until enough is collected to buy a good painting. Last year we bought “The Oath,” by Edwin A. Abbey. This year we are going to continue the Art League and hope to get many more beautiful pictures to be placed in our corridors and in the session rooms. MARION ROBSON, ’26.18 THE GLEAM “The Oath” and “King Lear” Edwin A. Abbey, an American painter, was born in Philadelphia in 1852; he died in 1911. When the Boston Public Library was completed, Mr. Abbey was invited to decorate the walls of the delivery room of this great library. At the same time, John Singer Sargent was asked to make the mural decorations of a gallery on the third floor of the library. Mr. Sargent chose as his subject, “The Sources of the Christian Religion ' and this decision led Mr. Abbey to select for his theme, “The Sources of Modern Literature.” As Abbey read and studied the subject, however, he was impressed to change his theme. The story of the Holy Grail seemed to him to be woven in and out through all of our literature, and Abbey had a kind of holy passion to represent this subject in a large decoration. His idea was carried out, and among the most famous mural paintings in America are the fifteen panels in the Boston Public Library which are known as the Holy Grail series. “The Oath,” which was among the first pictures secured by the Art League of the Ensley High School, is the second panel in Abbey's Holy Grail series. In the picture, one sees Sir Galahad taking the oath of knighthood. Behind him kneel the Knghts, Sir Bors and Sir Lancelot. They buckle upon Sir Galahad's heels the golden spurs of knighthood. The high vow of chivalry which Sir Galahad takes is this: To speak the truth and maintain the right; to protect the poor, the distressed, and all women; to practice courtesy and kindness with all; to maintain honor and the cause of God. Some one has said that Abbey’s Holy Grail symbolizes the crusade of civilization for the triumph of right over evil, and that Abbey’s pictures ought to be in every place where ideals of character and service are cherished. The Art League of Ensley High School appreciates deeply Abbey’s “King Lear,” given to us by Mr. Erskine Ramsay. In marvelous design and in exquisite coloring, Abbey has depicted one of the scenes from Shakespeare’s tragedy, called by Charles Lamb, the author’s greatest play. The original of Abbey’s “King Lear” hangs in the Metropolitan Museum of New York City. Our own copy is a most excellent reproduction. It is only slightly smaller in size, and the elaborate coloring is remarkably true to that of the original painting. To fully appreciate Abbey’s picture, one must recall the story of King Lear. In old age, he decides to divide his kingdom among his three daughters—Goneril, Regan and Cordelia. He calls his daughters before him, demanding of them which one loves him most. Goneril, the eldest, declares her love for her father: “Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare; A love that makes breath poor and speech unable.” Regan, the second daughter, says: “I profess myself an enemy to all other joys.”THE GLEAM 19 Cordelia, the youngest, is indeed the daughter who loves her father most, but her reply is thus: “Good, my lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honor you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed. That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty: Sure I shall never marry like my sisters. To love my father all.” Poor old Lear is enraged at Cordelia’s answer, declares her a stranger to his heart, and gives his kingdom to Goneril and Regan and their husbands. In the picture, King Lear has vacated the throne and is leaving the room, escorted by attendants and followed by his dog. To the left, near the throne, stand Goneril and Regan, the haughty and disdainful sisters. Cordelia is in the center. Kissing her hand is the King of France, who, in spite of her lost fortune, loves her and claims her as the Queen of “fair France.” Cordelia is telling her sisters “Good-bye” in these words: “The jewels of our father, with washed eyes Cordelia leaves you: I know you what you are; And like a sister am most loath to call Your faults as they are named. Use well our father: To your professed bosoms I commit him: But yet, alas! stood I within his grace, I would prefer him to a better place.” —MAUDE LUTTRELL.20 THE GLEAM Promotions in R. O. T. C. The following is a list of promotions of the Ensley High School Unit of R. 0. T. C. showing the old and new rank: First Lieutenant, Louis Lloyd, Major. First Lieutenant, Lynn Atkinson, Captain. First Lieutenant, Joe Brown, Captain and Range Officer. Second Lieutenant, George Cowan, Captain. Second Lieutenant, Roland Carmichael, Captain Elementary Instructor. Sergeant Major, Judson Bently, First Lieutenant. Sergeant, Isaac Gannaway, First Lieutenant. Sergeant, Paul Caddell, First Lieutenant. First Sergeant, William Bryant, Second Lieutenant. Sergeant, Meredith Flautt, Second Lieutenant and Personnel Adjt. Sergeant, George Fahrubel, Second Lieutenant. Sergeant, Thompson Mann, Color Sergeant. Sergeant, Aster Sneed, Color Sergeant. Sergeant, Sam Carmichael, First Sergeant Elementary. Sergeant, Ralph Meagher, First Sergeant. Sergeant, Alfred Wood, First Sergeant. Sergeant, Charles Vaughn, Sergeant. Corporal, Claude Epperson, Sergeant. Corporal, Rowdy Walker, Sergeant. Corporal, Leslie Case, Sergeant. Corporal, Louie Fryer, Sergeant. Corporal, John Little, Sergeant. Private, Byron Smith, Sergeant. Private, Jack Smith, Sergeant. Private, Norman Sayer, Sergeant. Corporal, Denver McClure, Corporal. Private, Albert Hargis, Corporal. Private, Malcolm Freret, Corporal. Private, Tom Gibbs, Corporal. Private, Frank Ray, Corporal. Private, John Quincy Adams, Corporal. Private, Jule Lamar, Corporal. Private, James Willard, Corporal. Private, Carl Sneed, Corporal. Private, James Vance, Corporal Bugler. Band Private, Clarence Phillips, First Lieutenant. Private, Travis Odum, Second Lieutenant. Private, John Johnson, Sergeant. Private, Simon Zivitz, Sergeant.THE GLEAM 21 Athletics To Those Who Have Played the Game “Yet once more, 0 ye laurels And once more ye myrtles brown With ivy never sere ' What can we say which will express the feeling we have toward our fellow class-mates, the football players, who have played their last game under the dear Yellow and Black banner of Ensley High School! We have worked together, played together, tasted glory and defeat together and now when our roads are split we value more highly than ever the intangible thing we call “friendship ' that has woven us so closely in its silvery web. Woven? Nay, moulded in the mould of a common existence of certain things essential to the pilgrimage of life in a world new and unknown to us, but a world that is constantly unfolding novel experiences, adventures, successes and disappointments. Friendship of the true enduring fiber, is like a river that must conform to rapids, shallow places and pools often thwarted in its course to the sea and from time to time leaves small streams on the wayside. Even so in the battle of life it is necessary to show the spirit which our boys have shown on the football field, that of a determined fighter and a fair foe. We can not fear the outcome. Some one has said that in order to be great one must first be small, so, we are striving with each other as comrades to be small enough to be great and we are confident that in the future we can glory in our friendship with such men as: Captain Robert Hardy Charles Manley Louie Zeigler William Whorton Custis Lowery Howard Calloway Jack Nagley Lawrence Richards Boys of the Honor Roll, vanishing high school football players, accept our gratitude for your work and know that to us it is always a pleasure to remember you. VICTORIA DAVIS, ’26.22 THE GLEAM Jackets Win Opener After putting up a gallant fight throughout the game the Yellow Jackets finally nosed out the Gadsden High School by the score of 7 to 0. The game was played on a rain-soaked field and was marred by constant fumbling by both teams, neither team being able to take advantage of the breaks. The Jackets score was the result of a pass, Lowery to Manley, who sprinted the remaining distance for the score. Captain Hardy added the extra point. For the Jackets, Captain Hardy and McGonegle were the main stays of the line while the backs were not able to gain consistently, because of the wet ball. Walker and Lowery turned in some neat gains. -----------o---------- Jefferson County Falls, 10 to 0 The Wildcats of Jefferson County came to Rick wood determined to be the first team to trim the former “State Champs,” but after an hours hard clawing had to be contented with a 10 to 0 defeat. Lowery crashed over center for the touchdown and Captain Hardy added the extra point and later added three points to the total with a beautiful field goal. The Jacket forward wall played a great defensive game, throwing back every thrust at it and keeping their goal line uncrossed. ---------o---------- Poets Bow to Ensley Bringing with them one of the largest bands that ever invaded the Magic City, the Poets of Sidney Lanier came to Birmingham ready to reap revenge for the drubbing received the year before. After putting up a hard fight the Poets went back to the Capitol City on the short end of a 12 to 0 score. Country Lowery and Bub Walker proved the undoing of the Poets by their line smashes and long end runs. McGonegle and Hardy showed up well. o---------- . Jackets Meet Waterloo For the first time since Coach “Cannonball” White took over the reins, the Jackets lost an engagement on the gridiron when their old jinx, the Tigers from Bessemer, trimmed them 19 to 0. The game was featured by a 105 yard sprint for a touchdown by “Chink” Cooper, fleet Tiger back. The Ensleyites put up a gallant battle but the heavier Bessemer team was not to be downed and the Jackets were stopped for the first time in two years.THE GLEAM 23 Ensley-Woodlawn The Jackets trimmed Woodlawn 10 to 0, in the first game between the “Big Three” title aspirants. The Junior Colonels put up a great fight and held the Jackets to a scoreless first half. But they had extended themselves too far and the Jackets had little trouble in putting over two touch downs in the second half. Bub Walker was the shining light of the game while “Hog” Manley made several nice gains. ---------o Colbert Swamped, 48 to 0 The Colbert High School furnished the Jackets little opposition who easily ran up a 48 to 0 victory. The Ensleyites began scoring early and from then on the game was never in doubt. The entire scrub team was sent in in the latter part of the game and they continued the onslaught. The feature of the trip, besides the great victory, was a visit to Muscle Shoals sponsored by the Alabama Power Company. ---------o--------- Ensley Trims Invaders, 13 to 0 Little Rock High School came to Birmingham primed to trim the Jackets rather easily, but when the final whistle blew the Jackets were riding on the long end of a 13 to 0 score. The Ensleyites scored their first touchdown when Country Lowery sped 55 yards for a counter and later Bub Walker carried over the last six-pointer. The Jacket line was in rare form and stopped the visitors when they began to threaten their goal. ---------o--------- “City Champs” Ensley High School won the Big Three title for the second straight year when they trimmed the Philips Crimsons in their annual Thanksgiving battle by the score of 14 to 10. The Jackets got the jump on the Crimsons by scoring early in the first quarter, but the down-towners put over a counter late in the second quarter and tied up the score at the half. The Crimsons came back strong and worked the ball down to the Jackets’ one-yard line, but the Jackets braced and they had to be content24 THE GLEAM with a field goal. Then Ensley began a series of passes. McGonegle took a pass from Lowery and ran to the five-yard line and Lowery bucked the winning counter across. The entire Ensley line played a great game while Smith and Walker gained most of the ground with Country Lowery supplying the punch to put them over. HUGH ACKIS, '26. -----------o---------- Armistice Day Parade On November 11th our football team went to Sheffield to play Colbert County High, and a very great number of our students journeyed along. Because of this we were not able to get together any appreciable number to march in the parade. However, we gathered under the Ensley Banner some thirty-five or forty girLs—all dressed alike in dark skirts, white middies, Ensley caps and colors. Tt fell to our honor to lead the high schools and to march next to the R. 0. T. C. units. The parade as a whole was an inspiring sight and the streets were lined with people who were intensely interested in observing and keeping alive forever the memory of Armistice Day. -----------o---------- Initiation “All is well that ends well.” This quotation certainly applies to the initiation of the “rats” into the grand order of the gym girls; for what can conclude a well rounded initiation better than the old-fashioned “spanking-machine?” All "rats,” so speaking, are much inferior to the upper classmen until they have undergone a number of ordeals which entitles them to an equal standing in the gymnasium. The “rats” are first christened with a suitable nickname, given to them in a very effective way so that they will remember it—by pouring a glass of water down their backs. Next comes the “stunt.” Each rat is required to exhibit her talent by amusing the upper classmen. The most enjoyable part of the occasion is the “grand supper” served by the upper classmen. Ow! How we all remember that grand six-course feast! Delicious food? Ah, yes! Cocktail a la fishfeet, soup of green lizards, slimy worms and cats' eyeballs served on elephant tusks. After the feast, the toastmaster asks each “rat” to select one girl whom she will solemnly promise to “love, honor and above all obey” for a period of one semester. At the end of the semester if her attitude has been one of loyalty she is given the honor of being referred to as an “upperclassman.” Ah, the fun one can have when she has reached such a height. She can then enjoy the sure movement of the “spanking machine” as never before.THE GLEAM 25 Here’s to the gym girls! May their good work, training the freshmen, go on through the ages, carrying with it the ever prevailing spirit of loyalty to one’s self and others. May each girl be better for having taken gymnasium and let her motto forever be: “Carry on!” sara McCauley, ’26. -----------o--------- Tennis We have two kinds of tennis, inter-class and “gym.” The inter-class tournament is now being played and the winners so far are Edith Connor and Margaret O’Byrne; Dora D. Lloyd and Lorene Bas-kerville; Nell LeCroy and Beatrice Smiley. In the inter-class tournament two girls from the same class play for the champion of that class. The champions of one class play the champions of the other and when all the sets have been played, of course you have the “champs.” In the gym tournament a girl may select her partner from any gym class. Class sets play gym sets and the winners become tennis champions. The champions are awarded a loving cup upon which their names are engraved. This is an honor to be fought for and the highest ambition of every gym girl is to have her name on the cup. ZEMMA SINGLETON. ----------o--------- Baseball The baseball teams for the gym classes have been selected and some important games have been played. They are snappy teams and certainly show good sportsmanship. The captains of the two winning teams are: Florence Ficks of the fourth period and Louise Stapp of the sixth period. On November 19 the two teams clashed and settled the baseball championship of 1925. ZEMMA SINGLETON. B. M. CHENOWETH COMPANY Owners of BIRMINGHAM ARMS AND CYCLE COMPANY WHOLESALE AND RETAIL SPORTING GOODS 103 North Twentieth Street 2017 Third Avenue, North BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA26 THE GLEAM | Literary Articles The group of Thanksgiving themes which introduces our literary section are those that were selected by Miss Luttrell to be given before the monthly meeting of teachers at Phillips High School. Thanksgiving I drift and drift in the deep sea of thought; And I gaze on a world of brown; Leaves that hang trembling at the crisis are caught And brought dancing to the ground. In yonder field brown cornstalks wave, As if beckoning to the sky; And perfect calm over all prevails save Lone, wandering winds that sigh. The sleek, yellow pumpkins from their fat sides peep Toward the tall, stately trees so bare; While the stern, black crow his vigil keeps O’er the ripening grain with care. Apples so red and rich brown nuts, Stored in a corner away, And the flash of the sickle as the grain it cuts Lend brightness to the children gay. Out from the laughter and happiness of all The fatted “turkey” strays, A pathetic note mingled in his call, For ’tis the last of his gobbling days. While o’er my mind all this does run, Its welcomed meaning holds, ’Tis “Thanksgiving” day chucked full of fun And various surprises untold. GRACE WILKEY, ’28.THE GLEAM 27 Why the Pilgrims Celebrated Thanksgiving Many years ago a small vessel landed on the shores of a new world. The men had taken great risks in crossing the waters in such a frail boat, but what did risks mean to them, when a new land full of adventure, life and liberty awaited them on this new shore? A land to call their home, a land in which they might praise God in their own way. They knew that even as He had brought them safely to this new land. He would also help them in their new life. So with new hope the first Pilgrims landed on the shores of America. They were prepared for many things, but not for what they found. A coast of rocks and sand, a land of wind and snow. The trees grew tall and strong. Their limbs, which were many and large, were covered in snow. They seemed to be great white beings, ready to bury under their heavy load, any one who dared to disturb the peace of their land. Not a living creature could be seen. Where were the Redmen and animals they had heard people speak of? This scene before them was not the land they had dreamed of. Their first impression was certainly not of success. They had brought only a small supply of food for they had expected to find more in the new land. It was not a surprise, when the next snow fell, to find their supply fast disappearing. Their tools for building were very poor and only rude log huts were built. They did not keep off much of the cold. Many people were dying from cold and hunger. A Pilgrim could not feel safe or happy when looking at their small band of houses covered with snow. There were tracks in the snow where they walked and many had never returned. They could not be happy knowing that in the houses their little band was fast disappearing. What could a new colony do? The Indians were none too friendly with the white men, for they looked on them as intruders in their home land. But when they found the people dying from starvation their hearts seemed to have softened, and they brought their piece pipes, and smoked them with the white men. This brought a welcome friendship between the Indians of America and the new settlers. The Indians taught them how to grow their first corn and pumpkins. They killed game and taught them to prepare it for food. Then one day after a harvest a ship was seen. “More supplies!” was the welcome cry. “Let us give praise!” cried their leaders. A great feast was prepared. The Indians brought game roasted and prepared for the dinner. Great rows of pumpkin pies were cut to serve. All the people joined in the great service of prayer and song of thanks. This day opened a new world for the faithful Pilgrims on new soil. They called it their first Thanksgiving. LMOGENE SPEIGLE, ’26.28 THE GLEAM Thanksgiving Thanksgiving is nearly on us, The gladdest day of the year, And yet my heart is heavy, And on my cheeks, a tear. This bright blue autumn weather Now holds no charm for me, For I’m at the shrine of the muse, A-pleading on bended knee. Yet despite my suppliant begging The muse turns a very deaf ear, And that’s why I’m mourning Though Thanksgiving is nearly here. WALTER BROWN, Jr., ’27. o Too Much Thanksgiving Dinner The sun was sinking to rest and a fine cold rain was falling fast. Mr. Dratmouth, who had just finished a New England Thanksgiving dinner, led little Dratmouth into the drawing room, selected the largest soft chair, sat down in front of an open fire, and began telling little John about the first. Thanksgiving the Pilgrims had had. Mr. Dratmouth diligently filled his friendly pipe and puffed away with the greatest of pleasure. Suddenly Mr. Dratmouth felt queer, something unusually strange was happening to him. First the stem of his pipe began to stretch until it was almost a foot long, then his suit changed into a Quaker gray, tightly belted with a wide black belt about the waist, his shoes had large silver buckles on them, and the thin gas flames flickering uneasily around the logs in the grate were no more. Glowing, greedy flames were licking the green sap out of a giant oak log newly felled by his own ax. His quietude was rudely interrupted by a savage yell, even louder than little John yells when he is on the warpath. An arrow whizzed by his head and stuck, quivering, into the opposite wall of the room. His wife came running into the room. She too, had gone through this extraordinary change, for the dinner gown, which had been much discussed in the past week, was no longer a dazzling affair, but a long grey dress with a severely white collar. The door burst open and amid the howling winds and hideous cries, a stream of painted savages poured into the room, rushed upon them with raised tomahawks, and one brave child of the forest seized Mr. Dratmouth by the hair and raised his tomahawk--THE GLEAM 29 “John, John, do wake up,” pleaded Mrs. Dratmouth, “Mr. and Mrs. Weatherstone are ringing the doorbell.” John sprang from his chair, and with a sickly grin, murmured, “I guess it was the turkey.” ALENE SMITH, ’26. ----------o---------- Thanksgiving The Pilgrim Fathers in the days of old, Were full of courage and were very bold; Many hardships and dangers on sea and land Had they faced together, this trusty band. The Mayflower had sailed far away, And left them on Plymouth Rock to stay. Captain Miles Standish helped them to plan The best ways to deal with the Redman. After a winter of sickness and pain, God sent to them a plenteous crop of grain; They brought at last a bounteous store Of corn, pumpkins and wild turkeys galore. Governor Bradford in his own wise way, Planned to have a feast and name this day, That brought to them the joy of living, It is known today as our first Thanksgiving. So with thankful hearts we meet each year In our schools and churches that we may hear A message of faith and hope and love And gratitude to God above. For our wonderful country with its bounty of wealth Its fertile fields and climate that gives us health; Again we thank Thee for the joy of living And offer Thee our heartfelt Thanksgiving. MARY EMMA MEANS, ’28.30 THE GLEAM A Thanksgiving In the far regions of the North there is a small Esquimo village of about one hundred inhabitants called Welcome. This village of twenty huts was about seventy miles from any other. Welcome boasted some of the best and fastest dog teams in the North. During one very cold winter the hunting had not been very good and the supply sled that had been sent to the nearest village was three days late. There was at this time a mysterious disease breaking out in Welcome and the remedy was a serum. And the supply of this serum had become exhausted. Another team of dogs, the very best in the village, and Musta, the best team driver in the North, set out for more serum. The usual time for a run there and back required three days, but Musta said that he could make it in two. He left and had a good wind at his back instead of in front of him. He had very good luck until he was two miles from his destination when a pack of hungry wolves attacked him. He spurred his dogs on and then he turned his rifle upon the foremost of the wolves and brought him down. The hungry wolves tore him into shreds and by the time they had finished him, Musta was entering the outskirts of the village, and as he drove in one end the other driver, sent for the supplies, came in from another. He had encountered a blizzard which had blown him off his course. This village, being closer to civilization, was visited frequently and some adventurers had arrived the day before. And as Musta and the other driver rode in these men were holding a Thanksgiving program because it happened to be Thanksgiving Day. Musta got the serum and the other driver his supplies and both men started out together the next morning. Nothing occurred on the return trip and they arrived in Welcome in about ten hours. They were greeted by the few well villagers. The serum was given to the sick who recovered at once, but before the day was over Musta told them of the Thanksgiving program of the other village, and all the inhabitants gathered and gave thanks for their deliverance. Each year after this they take one day off and give thanks. ALBERT DODD, ’26.THE GLEAM 31 The First Thanksgiving Day The Pilgrims had been in Holland a long time. They had fled there to escape religious persecutions. Although they enjoyed complete freedom of worship, as true sons of Old England the refugees saw with regret that their children were turning from the native language to that of the Dutch and were losing the manners and customs of England. Some of them were not prosperous in business and desired to seek their fortunes elsewhere, and some were eager to spread the Gospel to the heathen of America. So they decided to become Pilgrims again and seek a new home across the seas. They selected a place on the Atlantic shore. They went gack to England and embarked for their long voyage at South Hampton in 1620 on the Mayflower. The voyage proved a difficult one. They landed at what is now Prov-incetown, Massachusetts. As soon as they arrived they fell on their knees and thanked their kind Heavnly Father for the safe voyage. When they arrived on December 21st at Plymouth, they had enough hardships to waver their faith. Nothing to welcome them but the cold Atlantic shore with its forests in whose depths lurked many a hostile Indian. Many were sick and the boat was packed. The people stayed on board the ship all winter while the few able-bodied men went ashore each day to build log huts. They had many hardships, greatest of all, starvation. The winter passed taking with it the lives of one hundred and two of the people. Spring came finally bringing with it renewed hope and courage. The trees of the forest swayed with the winds covered with a new green covering. The birds were singing and the flowers blooming, and with all these came a friendly greeting from the Indians. Surely the Pilgrims’ hearts grew lighter and happier. The Indians made a treaty of peace which lasted fifty years. They also taught the Pilgrims how to raise the native Indian corn. The spring time sowing had taken place and all summer the fields had been watched with anxiety, for all knew their lives depended upon the coming harvest. The summer crops came to a richness of fruition beyond all expectation and autumn was there. Autumn that had turned the leaves of the trees red and golden brown. And the autumn sunlight was streaming through the beautiful red leaves on the late autumn flowers. One day Governor Bradford sent four men into the forest to shoot wild birds. He said, “We will hold a harvest feast of Thanksgiving.” He invited all the Indians who had been friendly to them to come and rejoice with them. The Indians came, bearing venison. So one day, late in the fall, when the golden leaves wTere falling, the Pilgrims and their friends, the Indians, gathered around the tables laden with delicious foods and thanked their kind Heavenly Father for the first Thanksgiving Day. WILLIE BELLE DAVIS, ’26.32 THE GLEAM Thanksgiving Hurrah! Hurrah! Thanksgiving day, A day for feasting and for play; A day for praise, a day to sing; A day to be thankful for everything. Oh! let us give thanks. Thanksgiving day I will always remember, As the last Thursday in November; How the Pilgrims sailed across the sea, And started the land for you and me Many years ago. One cold day late in the fall . The Pilgrims landed, one and all. Upon the shores of New England, And built their dwellings upon the mainland Many years ago. About half the people died that year, And in giving them their wish were buried near The men learned how to use the bow; They learned to plow and learned to sow, Many years ago. The squaws showed the women how to make The Indian bread and batter cake; The women learned to spin and weave, And to make many things from the growing reed, Many years ago. The harvest was gathered by the men, And stored in barn and barrel and bin; The women cooked and the women baked Turkey, cranberries, potatoes and cakes Many years ago. They invited the Indians from far and near, To help them to pray and to help them to cheer, There is no more that I have to say As this was the beginning of Thanksgiving day Many years ago. VIRGINIA RICKS, ’29.THE GLEAM 33 A Thanksgiving Story The sun rose that morning, not with its usual bright, beaming face, but it seemed to throw out a prophecy of unhappiness and bloodshed. If old Black Feet, the Indian medicine man, had seen it he would have said, “Another English town is doomed to be massacred. The sun tells me so.’' Even the pine trees swayed back and forth in sad ecstacy, and the morning air, so cold and crisp on yesterday, was filled with an oppressing stillness and coldness that chilled to the bone. An old black raven sat in a dead tree with its head so drooped that it seemed it would break and the raven uttered unearthly noises as if gloating over untold horrors he was to witness. Thus dawned Thanksgiving Eve, cheerless and cold. Just outside the frontier of the little colony of Massachusetts lived the tribe of the Delawares. The old chief and his braves were having a conference. They were planning to massacre the little village of Deerfield the night before Thanksgiving. For a week the medicine man had made good medicine for them and they were now ready for the attack. Their plans were all well laid and the English settlers were ignorant of the attack, so they thought. Grey Wolf, the old chief of the tribes, had a granddaughter named Minnehaha. Her mother was an Indian princess who had died at her birth and her father was a young French explorer, who had been killed by an Indian, who had desired her mother, much to the great delight of Grey Wolf, as he had hated his son-in-law. Minnehaha had inherited her mother's beatuy and the clear white skin of the white race from her father. She sympathized with the new race invading America, for she had been told about them by an old missionary who had come among the Delaware tribes to convert them to Christianity. She heard the plans of the Indians with sinking heart, for the massacre of the little English village. . Having inherited a keenness of mind from her French father and because of the meager education she had received from the old missionary, she quickly thought of a plan to warn the white settlers. She ran to the field, got her pony and rode away to the English camp without the Indians noticing her. Let us now take a peep into the little village of Deerfield. Newly built cottages were dotted here and there on the freshly cleared ground. In the grove of trees a little distance from the camp a crowd of young boys were seen playing Indian. On the edge of the village the fathers were cutting wood and sentinels were keeping watch for fear of the Indians who had gone on the warpath again. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon when Minnehaha, cold, dusty and weary, came in sight of the outpost of the town. A young Englishman who was in charge of the post, saw and hurried out to meet her because he felt sure that she must have come on an important mission. She told him of the massacre which the Indians planned for that night. The young man34 THE GLEAM took her with him at once to the village square and sent a message that all the men should gather there with their firearms. Minnehaha told again of the massacre and the number of Indians that were going to take part in it. The women and children were gathered quickly together into a fort built for the purpose of protecting them from the Indians, and Minnehaha was given clean clothing and put into a warm bed. As darkness fell over the little camp, the men sat grimly watching from their post at the fort. The women were thanking God that they had been warned in time to prepare for the attack. Night wore slowly on. Here and there the croak of a tree frog or the hoot of an owl was heard. The men at the post were impatient and thought that perhaps the Indians were not going to attack. Then all at once a long row of shadows were seen gliding and creeping stealthily out of the woods. A shudder ran over the Waiting men. The Indians had nearly reached the nearest cabin. Suddenly a warhoop rends the silent night. All is in commotion. The men begin to fire their arms and Indians attack each other in confusion of surprise and their eagerness for flight. Inside the fort the frightened shrieks of the women and children are heard. Suddenly the tumult ceased. The Indians that were not killed had fled. The men left their post and went out to see that no Indians were left lurking around the camp. As day began to dawn the little camp had quieted and the people returned to their home and thanked God for their deliverance. Minnehaha now lives among the white people with her husband, a brave young Englishman. The settlers love her and every Thanksgiving they send her a gift out of thankfulness. But her greatest reward is a happy home among the people whom she saved. MABLE VARNER, ’26. --------o--------- A Perfect Thanksgiving Day The snow lay deep and crisp as far as the eye could see; field after field. stretched away in endless splendor, asleep under nature's blanket. The garden which surrounded the big white house was an enchanted fairyland peopled by saints, motionless in mute admiration of the clear, cold moon that added her mystic touch to the scene. The wind blew in short gusts disturbing the rose bushes with their stems woven together as if by crystallized magic, once bursting with red blooms but now the glowing bower of Nina, the Queen of the Ice Nymphs. The old apple tree groaned with his heavy load and shook his hoary head, bearded with icicles, but Nina, peeking from her lacy boudoir, laughed in derision, waved her jasper mounted wand and bade him be still, for the Ice Queen reigned supreme until the jealous South Wind came a-whispering and murmuring, luring all by his lazy crooning. The world was slumbering, the poor little Ice Nymphs were cuddled peacefully, each under a snow flake while Luna, assisted by herTHE GLEAM 35 thousand candle-bearing handmaids kept watch over the earth children. The Eve of Thanksgiving Day was passing and in its flight blessings were showered on every door-step. Not a ray of light shone forth from the big white house, yet there was someone who did not sleep, for the heavy curtains of the north bedroom window were drawn slowly back and two faded blue eyes looked pleadingly up at the stars. The eyes slowly filled with tears, as the dew gathers on a withered pansy and bowing her silvery crowned head a mother whispered: ‘T know he’ll come tomorrow. He must come to me tomorrow.” For a long time she stood there, then with a hopeful smile she turned and the curtains fell together. Far away from home a man rolled and tumbled in his bed, haunted by visions of a white-haired old lady, a big white house, a portly old gentleman whose sparse silver locks were the fruits of long years of worry, of working, of hoping and waiting. With a groan from the very bottom of his grief stricken heart the young man arose, and in the dead of the night packed his clothes, locked his office, and light hearted in the wintry blast, turned footsteps homeward. The table was laid for three; food was piled high in the good old-fashioned Southern style. The old couple looked at the empty chair and thought of the many long years since a wayward boy had sat there laughing and playing pranks on the old negro butler. They bowed their heads for the blessing and—just then the old negro screamed and fled, the front door banged, and a young, vibrant voice rang out, “Mother!” and the little old lady felt herself clasped in a young giant’s embrace. The old man staggered to his feet and, in a joyous tone, cried, “My son!” then opened wide his arms. Joy, boundless, wonderful, reigned all that day. Thanksgiving Day, a new word, a new song, a new meaning sprang forth in each heart. When twilight closed upon the earth again, the fairies scampered away in terror, for laughter and music came from the big white house for the first time in ten years. That very night Nina, the Ice Queen, peoping curiously through the window, saw the snowy-crested head resting on the broad shoulders of a stranger who had blue eyes too. and in each face she read the story of a happy Thanksgiving Day. VICTORIA DAVIS. ’26.36 THE GLEAM Be Thankful It was a cold, bleak November day and the sharp wind whistled as it tore around the corners of the tiny house, set off by itself back among the trees. Inside of the house a little shiveled. old man sat in the only presentable chair among the meager furnishings of the room. Thrown over his thin old knees was a ragged robe and in the grate before him one lonely little ilame licked its way hungrily from the open grate up the black cavernous depths of the chimney. In his mind the aged man was pondering over the gay crowds of happy people he had seen as he went out for the last few lumps of coal that he so begrudgingly placed on the open fireplace. Oh. yes, he remembered now, someone had told him, at the dingy office where he worked when his fast failing health would allow him, that this day was Thanksgiving Day. The little man chuckled sourly to himself. Everyone was to be thankful on this day, eh? Well what had he to be thankful for? Nothing. His health was fast giving away before the swiftly approaching enemy, age; the tiny house which he called home and even the chair he sat in, did not belong to him. but to his creditors. And for his cupboard—it was as bare of money and food as his back yard was of coal. As his thoughts turned in the direction of coal, he glanced toward the fireplace and discovered that even his last jealously hoarded lumps were endeavoring in a feeble effort to spurt up and give some degree of warmth. The man’s drowsy eyes closed in spite of his efforts to keep them open, and his drow’sy thought said, “Why not go to sleep, your fire is gone, you can only sit and brood. Go to sleep and forget your troubles for awhile at least.” So he opened his eyes, moved his chair closer to the waning fire, tucked the worn robe tighter about his sharp old knees and blissfully closed his eyes. While he w'as sleeping, his lined old face became gentle and tender, though sad with the memory of many hard, bitter years passed by and the prospects of a fewr yet to come. His tired, wrorkworn hands below their frayed cuffs wrere folded peacefully. All was quiet and still inside the house, save for a tiny crackle of the dying fire and the slow% monotonous ticking of the clock upon the shelf. Outside, the wind whirled and whistled, the trees bowed this way and that in a vain effort to keep up with the capricious moods of the wind. Two hours had passed and the old man’s eyes fluttered slowly open. Gradually he felt an unaccustomed warmth steal soothingly over him and as his eyes roved carefully about the room he noticed many unfamiliar objects. Once more he closed his eyes and sat so still that only his breathing gave to him any sign of life. Then again his eyes opened and he was astonished to see a great leaping, crackling fire in the fireplace with the gay flames curling and twisting until they finally disappeared in a bright burst of blue and red. Surely, thought the man. no fire such as this one could spring from practically dead embers such as those were that he had gone to sleep by, and then he noticed two full scuttles of coal by the hearth.THE GLEAM 37 Hastily he arose from the chair and faced the changed room. Several good chairs stood about, heavy curtains were over the windows and on his bed in the corner was a stack of warm blankets. As he advanced toward the new table in the center of the room, in place of his old rickety one, he saw spread there a feast fit for a king and enough to last him a week or more. In the center was a turkey, browned deliciously with a thin spiral of smoke lazily advancing toward the ceiling from the warmth of the turkey’s sides. Under a loaf of bread the old man found a sheaf of bills almost too good to be true, and a card bearing these words, “Be Thankful,” and signed, “Your Neighbors.” Tears were streaming down his cheeks and his false pride suddenly melted and he felt only gladness that people cared enough to be kind to a strange old man. His heart swelled with mingled feelings as he glanced at the bright, cheery fire, the warm, comfortable room, the money, the provisions on the table and most of all the card in his shaking hand. Then he did a strange thing for a bitter old man. He dropped on his knees, raised his beaming old face, and in a voice quavering with happiness said. “I thank Thee, I thank Thee, for showing me that the milk of human kindness still flows through unexpected channels. I have much to be thankful for and above all on this Thanksgiving Day, 1 thank Thee from whom all things flow. CAROLYN SPENCER, ’26. -----------o---------- A Match When 1 consider how a match will burn With brilliant colors, each in its own turn, Light this world with all its brightness, Yet sometimes through someone’s carelessness, It turns its light on man and child And burns and rages like some one wild, Dear little match, if thou could’st utter a word I wonder if it would go into the world unheard, Or sail through the sky like a dodging star Till it reached the ears of the world so far. Ah! little match, if the world could but understand That you were made through God’s own hand To be used in His world to furnish light When darkness comes with the shadows of night! MARY MEADOWS, ’26.38 THE GLEAM Prayer For Thanksgiving Thanks for all that I possess— Health, strength, happiness. Air that's free for me to use. Nothing else that 1 should lose; Kindly treasures do I find Seated in the realms of mind, Gift of heart or hand Is a rare gift to man. Vision, vigor, victory. Industry, freedom, liberty; Nineteen hundred twenty-five God I thank Thee, I’m alive. ‘ ERSKINE GIBB. '29. ----------o---------- Grandfather’s Haunted House I have often wondered, and I suppose others have too, why most haunted houses are in the country. While visiting my aunt in the country one Christmas, we began to talk of ghosts. Some laughed at the idea, others thought the subject a very unpleasant one. Grandfather was there and as he was very fond of telling stories, he offered to tell us a ghost story. “When I was a very small boy,” began Grandfather, “we lived far out in the country. There were no houses within miles except one which was said to be haunted. The few families who had lived in this house had heard or seen ghosts. After staying for a few days they had moved away. When any one asked why they moved they would only say that the house was haunted and nothing more. One night, when the snow was falling and the wind was howling. Father sent me into the back yard after some wood for the fire. Suddenly, as I went out of the door, I heard a cry which sounded as though it came from the haunted house. Looking up, I saw a tiny light through one of its windows. What could it be? Could the ghosts be having a meeting of some kind? Impossible! I had only though I heard the cry and the light was the reflection of the moon on the window, yet the night was cloudy and there was no moon. Well, 1 must get the wood, then I could talk with Father about it. But Father would not talk about it, and said instead, that as it was getting very late we must go to bed. I went to bed but could not sleep. After an hour or so my room was suddenly flooded with light. I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. My first thought was of the haunted house. I looked toward it, and there it stood all aflame. The next morning the house was only a pile of ashes. Father said that a rat might have set it on fire, but I have often wonderedTHE GLEAM 39 if Father was right. Was it the rat that set the house on fire or was it the ghost that had driven family after family from its shelter? A shudder ran through us as we were seated around the fire and this time no one laughed. HELEN FAULKNER, ’27. -----------o----------- The Butterfly I lived in a village in the sunny south long before this country was all settled up. Many people lived in similar villages to mine. One afternoon in the summer I thought that I would go into the woods near my home for a little while as I had nothing else to do. I took a book of poems with me. I went along under the trees and around the bushes until I came to a mossy spot under a tree. Here I sat down and opening my book began reading some of Wordsworth’s poems. I read until I got sleepy, then I laid my book down and began looking around. I saw a little butterfly flitting along from one flower to another. It seemed to get larger and larger. Finally it flew over close to me and stopped. It was such a lovely thing I tried to get nearer to it to distinguish its pretty colors. As I started toward it, it flew away and always kept about , the same distance ahead of me. I began running, but it only flew the faster. To my delight I came upon the loveliest little cottage I’ve ever seen. It was small and had vines climbing up the side of it. Beside it was a garden which had beautiful flowers in it. While I stood gazing at the garden a little old lady came and opened the door. She seemed as surprised to see me as I was her. She asked me to come in which I gladly did. On the inside the house was attractive and very cosy and the little lady just fitted in and completed the picture. She was old-fashioned and was knitting. I was interested at once. Then I remembered the butterfly and loved it for bringing me to this place. There were many questions that came to me. Who was this lady? Why had I not seen her before? Why did she live out in the woods so far away from everyone? I was very puzzled, but the lady soon made me forget all these things. She was very charming and started a conversation. “What is your name, little girl?” she asked. “My name is Mary Hamell,” I answered. “Who are you? Why do you live here alone, and don’t you get lonesome?” The lady smiled and said, “I am an old lady; there are very few people in the village who know of me. They think I am dead by now, I guess. You asked why I live alone I will tell you.” “Once, before there was any village where you live, I lived in the next village which is called Rose Town. I am sure you have heard of it and possibly been there. Yes, I was a little girl when my father, mother and I first moved there. I had many good times.40 THE GLEAM When I grew up. I was considered very pretty. I had many admirers but I never cared for them. One day a very handsome man came into our village on horseback. He had been hunting and had gotten lost from the party. He stopped at our house and asked the way. As he was tired, my father asked him to come in and spend the night. He seemed glad of a chance to rest. After supper, when the dishes were cleared away, we all sat around the fire and talked. He and I engaged in conversation and it happened that a man and his wife came to see father and mother, so we were left to ourselves. Oh, little girl, I remember this as well as though it were last night. With this man, who was James Smith, and me, it was a case of love at first sight although we did not know it at the time. The weather was so bad that my father insisted that he stay with us awhile. By the time he left we were well acquainted, and he went after promising me to come back. I was lonely without him now. One day he came back. In a short time we decided to get married. My father consented to our marriage, which took place about three months later. We lived there in Rose Town for many years, until one day he was called away to fight for his country. He moved me into this little house and here I’ve been for ' over twenty years, wishing every day for him to come back. When you came a few minutes ago, I heard some one and went to the door wishing it might be he, yet knowing in my heart that it was not. I never expect to see him again. I guess he is dead or he would have come back to me. In the last letter I received from him he said it was just before one of the hardest battles that they would have to fight. I suppose he was killed.” Here the old lady stopped. I sat there thinking a while, when it occurred to me that a strange old man had come to the village the day before. I seized upon the idea and immediately departed. I went home eager for the next day to come. When I went to bed I dreamed of butterflies, gardens, and everything else an excited person would. The next morning after I had finished my household tasks, I went to the inn where the idle men of the village loafed. I looked all about for the old man, but I couldn’t find him. I stayed around a littl while, when to my surprise and delight, I saw him approaching me. When he reached me he introduced himself immediately. “My name is James Smith, little girl, what is yours?” he asked. 1 was so excited that 1 could hardly answer him. Later on I asked him if he wouldn’t like to go to the forest with me and see the pretty flowers. 1 thought to myself that 1 would surprise them both. He told me he would go, so after dinner we started. 1 didn’t see the flowers, birds, and moss as I usually did, but he seemed to take it all in as though he were drinking water. It really made me glad to see that I had made him happy and brought back old memories.THE GLEAM 41 When we reached the little house the lady came to the door as before. She welcomed me, not seeing the man. He was gazing at her as though he could not take his eyes off her when she saw him. When their eyes met it was but a moment before they were in each other’s arms. Just then the butterfly flew along and lit on my hand as though it were glad with me. It was a very happy reunion. I went home happy but serious. I had found that if you want to find happiness, the best way is to makee someone else happy. MAMIE FALLON, ’26. -----------o----------- Ensley High School A treasure so dear to my heart, I’ll gloat o’er it until I die; In vision my mind will impart Sweet memories of “old Ensley High.” The Ensley High School, dear friends, Is a school that is worthy of name; She stands in all of her glory, And almost undefeated in fame. In sports she has no successor, Always reaching the mark; Earnestly striving for victory, Though it be daylight or dark. Its teachers are willing to aid you; Their duty they do not shirk, And we always strive to please them. Keeping our mind on our work. We always love our teachers. Observing the golden rule; Three cheers for our principal. Three more for Ensley High School. ANNIE PEARL COLLUM.42 THE GLEAM My Enemy’s Revenge I was standing in a downtown district waiting for a street car, when I realized that it was too late for the cars to be running. I whistled for a taxi, and my call was answered at once. After I had given directions to my home and was riding in ease, I heard the other gentleman who was in the front seat with the driver speak of a hold-up. I had just received a large payroll that day, so I became nervous. When the cab had to slow up at the next corner for traffic, as a fire truck was passing, I slipped out of the door and was safe in the street once more, when I spied my worst enemy. My enemy, who had threatened to get even with me before he died, because once in college I had fought him and it caused him to be expelled. When I saw him my heart turned to stone. I was so frightened that when the taxi started off, I caught hold of the spare tire on the rear of the car. All of a sudden the tire began to slip and came loose. I fell off. It happened the cover of a manhole had been left off and into this man-hole I fell. I was stunned for awhile from the fall, but when I came to I found I was in the basement of some building. Far over in one corner I could make out the dim figure of a door. I got up and walked to this door and listened. I could hear the clang of bottles, the whine of music and the shuffle of feet. Opening a small crack in the door, I found the next room was a cheap dance hall and saloon. As I stood there watching the crowd my eyes wandered over in the farthest corner and there stood a tall figure dressed in dark clothes. And as he turned his face I recognized that horrid face of my worst enemy. I quickly shut the door and turned to where the small stream of light came through the hole which I had entered. But as I started in its direction the cover was turned back in its place and I was shut away from the rest of the world, except for the passageway through the dance hall. Finally I made up my mind I must get out of this place, so I pulled my coat up around my ears and my cap down over my eyes and started out of the door. I slipped around inch by inch to the stairs; and my heart began to beat more easily. I though 1 was safe but as I turned the last curve in the stairs I bumped face to face with my enemy. I tried to pass on as though I didn’t recognize him, but when we came shoulder to shoulder to each other, he grabbed me by the collar and threw me down the stairs. My head hit something at the foot of the stairs and everything began swimming around me, then all turned dark, then blank. When I became conscious again I found I was in a dark and chilly place. I tried to raise my head but I found I was too weak to move. I fell back into a stupor. I awoke later and found I was much stronger. I waited and listened for a while before I got up, to find where I was. I could hear nothing but the low murmur of voices below. I got up on my feet and felt around the room until I found a small door, then I heard a footstep outside. I stepped back and the door was unlocked, then silently opened, and a dark figure, which I made out for my enemy, stepped in. Quick as a flashTHE GLEAM 43 I jumped on this man, and fortunately as we were fighting I felt something on the floor which I took for a bottle. I picked it up and knocked my enemy over the head. I dressed in his clothes and rushed out in the hall, but when I looked for a door I found none, for this hall was round and dimly lighted. As I felt around the wall, thinking there must be a trap door somewhere. I stepped upon a loose plank. Raising this, I found a small handle, I pulled it and a small door raised up. When this was done I found I must descend by way of a ladder. When I reached the bottom I found myself in the same dance hall. I was afraid to try to escape as I did before, for fear I would run into one of my enemy’s gang. So 1 began dancing and drinking with one of the dance girls. But all this time I felt as though something else was going to happen. All of a sudden I heard a shot and the police began to run in from every direction to raid this place. The girl with whom I had been dancing fell dead not five feet from where I was standing. The police asked who had been seen last with her and every one pointed to me. I was searched and a pistol was found upon me because I had on my enemy’s clothes. And as it happened, one shot was fired out of this pistol, and I was found guilty. I am now doomed to the electric chair in the morning at seven o’clock just bcause the street cars did not run a half an hour longer. GERTRUDE PACE, ’27. -----------o----------- A Country Barn Dance “Hurrah!” shouted my sister, as she came running to meet me on my return from school last Friday. I could tell by the brightness in her eyes and the excitement in her voice that something was going to happen. “Oh, Jo,” and with this she gave me a little squeeze and went on with the news, while I waited patiently to hear it. “Uncle Joe is going to give a barn dance, a real old timer and we are going to square dance and play old-fashioned games; and best of all. Cousin Robert is going to be there and all shall have a merry time. Oh! I’m so happy I could dance a jig!” And to prove it, she did. And if 1 had not been a dignified Senior, I believe I should have been coaxed easily enough to join in. Preparations were soon under way, for at three o’clock we were to start. It was impossible to go by train, for we would have missed the dance, as the train did not leave until nine o’clock at night. Father promised to drive us through in the old two-seated wagon, and dear old Sal was going to take us. Then came the disappointment. My father was called out on a case and being an old town doctor, he could not refuse to go to one of his faithful patients. Old Mose, a negro, who had been in Dad’s family since he could remember, offered to drive us through. Mose was a small, jelly-like bundle o’ rags with the biggest heart ever44 THE GLEAM found in a human. VVe always loved old Mose and when we were little tots he used to play horse with us. The reason I take the time to explain this is because Mose is the center of attraction in my story. We were soon on our way. Angeline and I sang joyously as we jogged along the country road. But there is always trouble mixed with pleasure, and when we were out of reach of every farm house the wheel came off the back axle and poor Mose had to fix it. We told jokes and danced up and down to keep warm. Suddenly I remembered it was Hallowe'en. “Oh, let’s tell ghost stories,’’ so we started. As are all negroes, Mose was full of ghost stories, and told us of many haunted houses. When we were ready to start again it was nearly six o’clock and clouding up for a rain. The wind was blowing very hard and already we could feel the drizzly drops, Mose looked up at the sky and shaking his head, said, “Gonna pour, honey, gonna pour. Spec’ we bettah cut fro ‘No-Man’s Woods or yo’ all ketch yo’ def of col’.” Now No-Man’s Woods is a dark, dingy place, where a man was murdered and his body was never found. His assailant confessed to the murder, but died before he could tell where the body could be located. Everyone thought of the woods as haunted and the name “No-Man’s Woods” was given it soon after, for no man dared cross it at night and very few in the day. As very little travel had been through here in so long a time the road had long since grown up. No moon shown out this night and off in the wood and distance the lone howl of a dog came to our ears and the “Who-ooo” of an owl came from a nearby tree. The woods were inky black so we left it up to Sal who seemed to know where she was going. We settled back in the cushioned seats and pulled the lap rugs up close around our necks for there was a brisk wind blowing. Suddenly there was a whisk and a whir and what do you think happened? It began to snow and snow hard. Suddenly Sal stopped and with such a buck that we almost tumbled out. The more we tried to get her to move the firmer she got in her resolution to stand just where she was and roll her eyes up to Heaven. The thought flashed through my mind. 1 had heard it many times before, “A horse will not pass the body of a human who is dead.” The moon came out brightly and there before us, dancing in the breeze from a limb was a skeleton. My heart was in my mouth, the blood in my body seemed frozen. 1 glanced at Mose. His eyes were bulging, his mouth was open, his hands clasped as if to pray. Then fright gave way to realization and we jumped from the wagon and ran as fast as we could back the other way, yet my feet seemed like lumps of iron. 1 could feel the eyes on me, the thing was grinning as if it was delighted and danced merrily to the “Who-ooo” of the owl. While we were running as fast as we could I happened to remember Sal. who could scarcely walk at all, much less run. What would become of her? Then I heard a noise behind us. I saw Mose drop to his knees and begin to pray. My eyes seemed glued to the near-by trees, through whichTHE GLEAM 45 those advancing steps came nearer and nearer. Then—out rushed Sal at a breakneck speed, passed us without a pause and ran for home. Nothing else left to do, we started walking home and half an hour later Dad picked us up, three drenched persons shivering with cold and fear. He started homeward before he told us how Sal came rushing home wild eyed and he thought something was wrong. The next day we tried to find the place, but the snow had covered up the tracks, and since we could not find the body, “No-Man's Woods" still holds its secret. JO ANNA HARDY, ’27. ----------o---------- The Neighborhood Pest There is an old saying that the reason women take their knitting when they go visiting is that they can have something to think about while they talk, but in this case the “Neighborhood Pest" did not have time to knit for she was always too busy attending to some one else’s knitting. One afternoon Mrs. Smith went next door to see Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Smith: “Oh! My dear Mrs. Jones, have you heard the news about Mrs. X’s daughter? You know I don’t like to gossip, but I’m sure you won’t breathe it to a soul. Well, Mrs. X’s daughter had a telephone call from that young traveling salesman and they’re going riding this afternoon.” Mrs. Jones: “Why, Mrs. Smith! Do tell! What is the younger generation coming to? Why, I don’t even allow my daughter to go out alone with young men." Now everyone knows red-haired, freckled-face, snub-nosed Sally Jones who is absolutely wild to go in the movies. After a shocked silence Mrs. Smith resumes: “I’ve heard that Mrs. X does her own laundry work, but gracious me, how can she keep her family in shoes and clothes is more than I can see. Why, my son, William, says that her oldest son’s wife is just a spendthrift and I know she paid twelve dollars for a pair of satin slippers yesterday, for I was just talking to the storekeeper’s wife. But, oh, me! You can’t tell about families these days. You know, Mrs. Jones, I’ve always hated a gossiper and I make it a rule never to say anything behind people’s backs that I won’t say to their faces. Dear, dear, I almost forgot to tell you. I heard that the new family across the street has money to burn, and they have a real nice looking girl who’s been making eyes at my son, William. William always was a ladies man, you know. Look, quick! There comes that youngest Sneed girl down the street with the new schoolmaster. Stand behind the curtain so they won’t see you. Did you ever see such carrying on as that girl does? Out until eleven or twelve o’clock. Look at that skirt! It’s positively shocking and if she was a daughter of mine I’d wash some of that paint off her face. They’re on the same telephone line with me you see, and the other day,46 THE GLEAM quite by accident, I heard her talking to young John Moneybags. My son William says that he’s lost his job and won’t work a bit. Not bragging, but my son, William, is very exceptional. When he was in the eighth grade he was so much smarter than the teacher I let him quit school and would you believe it, when that child was sixteen months old he could spell Washington. Yes, ma’am! By the way, what do you think of our neighbor’s new car? You do, huh? Well, I think they should be paying their grocery bill instead of throwing their money away like that. My! But its getting late. Won’t you come with me to the show tonight? They say the picture is downright shocking, but I always said, ‘See for yourself.’ Well, goodbye. VICTORIA DAVIS, ’26. ----------o----------- Success It’s doing your job the best you pan And being just to your fellow man; In figuring how and learning why And looking forward and thinking high. And dreaming a little and doing much. It’s keeping always in closest touch With what is finest in word and deed. It’s going onward in spite of defeat And fighting staunchly, but keeping sweet. It’s being clean and playing fair, It’s laughing lightly at Dame Despair, It’s sharing sorrow and work and mirth And making better this good old earth. It’s serving and striving through strain and stress It’s doing your noblest—that’s success. —WILLIE BELLE DAVIS, ’26. ----------o We Thank Thee For flowers so beautiful and sweet For friends and clothes and food to eat, For precious hours for work and play We thank Thee this Thanksgiving Day. For father’s care and mother’s love, For the blue sky and clouds above. For springtime and autumn gay, We thank Thee this Thanksgiving Day. For all Thy gifts so good and fair. Bestowed so freely everywhere, Give us grateful hearts we pray To thank Thee this Thanksgiving Day. —LOUIS ROBERTO, ’29.THE GLEAM 47 Specter Feet It was an old-fashioned house with creaking and groaning shutters. There were two floors, with a hall on each floor running the length of the house. All rooms opened into these halls, with transoms over the doors. I am describing the house to you because it was not an ordinary house. It was a haunted house. My room was at the rear of the upper floor and I had retired early to read my book. The family had gone to the theater. I must have dozed for a few seconds because I woke or become conscious of something. Was it a creaking stair? Was it an icy breeze through the transom? I did not know. I glanced up at the transom and it was closed. There was no light in the hall and I remembered distinctly turning the light on from downstairs to light the stairway. Who or what had turned the light out? Did I hear a step on the stair? All my five senses were straining to ascertain what was outside my door. It was my sixth sense that really perceived it. I was cold. The fire seemed cold. I had a blazing fire in my room. There was an old-fashioned fireplace in each bedroom. If the fire was not cold why was I cold? The heat did not penetrate. If you have ever experienced fear you can understand the horror that seemed to stiffen me. If you have never experienced fear I hope you never will. It makes my scalp prickle yet, to think of it. There was no escape from that room except through the one door into the hall. I could not open the door and face It. I could not sit and let It surround me. I was powerless. The Thing was in the hall. I could not scream. My lips seemed frozen together. If I could have screamed no one would have heard me. We had no near neighbors and the house was some yards from the main highway. The steps; they were coming nearer. Quick, muffled steps they were. I had the feeling that the Thing was only feet. Teet, to make those steps, to freeze the blood in my veins. I was powerless to do anything but wait and wait I did. Where were the feet? When would they step off the carpet to the bare floor? Just feet, walking and walking feet. The light was growing dimmer and dimmer. There was only a glowing wire in the bulb. The fire that had burned so brightly a few moments before was just a mass of red coals. The furniture was barely discernable. The room was so ghostly and dim, so foggy and cold. Then came the unearthly scream. It swelled and ended in a shriek. No human lips could have uttered such a cry. I can still hear it. I shall always hear it, yet no cound passed my lips; they were mute. I was unable to move. My eyes were the only part of me that seemed alive, and my heart. I could hear my heart pounding. The steps were on the bare floor; they had stopped; they were in front of my door. The door knob moved. It was being turned with a48 THE GLEAM stealthy hand. Hands! I could feel them at my throat; I was gasping; my head bursting. I fell fainting to the floor. When the family returned the light was burning in the hall. The fire was blazing in the grate. It was some hourse before I regained consciousness. I had hit my head on the corner of the fender as I fell. The scar is still there. That is why my gray hair is worn low on my forehead. Was it a dream? I think not. I have never lived there in the old-fashioned house since that night, nor has any one else. It is a ramshackled old house now and the shutters have all fallen off or are hanging by one rusty hinge and I have two daily reminders of that night—The scar and my beautiful white hair. LORA THAXTON, ’26. ------------o----------- I The Little Spider It was in the green woods in the spring, the birds were singing as they built their nests, the ants were busy building their homes and even the lazy caterpillar looked interested in what was going on around him. In a distant tree, unnoticed, a little harmless looking spider was weaving his web all by himself. Why? Because the touch of this little green spider meant instant death. Therefore every insect was afraid and kept away from the little spider, but he was also careful to keep away from them. One day, when everyone seemed to be happy, through the woods came a man who was intoxicated beating a little boy with a large stick. They stopped under the tree where the little spider was weaving his web. The man told the little boy that he was going to kill him. He reached in his pocket for his knife. Just as he started to cut the boy the little spider fell on the man’s neck. The man fell dead under the tree. The little boy went running away happy and the little spider went on weaving his web. Spring passed. It was now the middle of summer. All the insects were still afraid of the little spider. Not one of them dared to get in his way. He was still alone and weaving his web in the same tree. On this particular day the spider was very unhappy and wished that he could do something to make somebody happy. In the distance he saw a gypsy coming through the woods with the most beautiful girl dressed in white satin. The gypsy seemed to be in a hurry but the girl was pulling back. They stopped under the tree where the little spider was. The spider could see that the girl’s hands were tied and a rag was over her mouth. The gypsy was telling her that he was going to sell her to get a big ransom and then make her his wife. But just as he started to pass on, again the little spider made some one happy. He fell on his hand and the gypsy fell dead without a moan. The spider set to work and finally cut the cord that bound the beautiful girl’s hands, never touching her once. The girl thought the spider so beautiful that she caught him in her handkerchief and ran home to her father, the King.THE GLEAM 49 She kept the spider in a little glass cage for a long time. One day she was talking to him and she said “Little Spider, I love you.” At once the cage was broken and a handsome man stood before her. “And I love you too, my Princess.” He then told her how his father had married a witch, thinking he was marrying a sweet and beautiful woman and the witch had cast a spell over him because she hated him so, and the spell could not be broken until some one really loved him as a deadly little green spider. The princess and the handsome man were married the next day and lived happy ever after. MARIE CAFFEE, ’27. -----------o--------- Autumn The trees are lit with fiery flames; Through their branches the winds plays games The woods are filled with red and gold. The fleecy clouds in heaven are rolled. The rains have left upon the ground, Leaves that soon are crisp and brown. Then bare trees will creak and groan While the winds of winter howl and moan. EULINE DENNIS, ’26. -----------o--------- A Hermit’s Tale It was on my to my study on Oxford street. I passed Drury’s Lane and as my thoughts were miles away my feet took me down an alley which was very narrow and as black as midnight. I went slowly along feeling my way. At last I made a right turn and as I did so a door opened and a man confronted me with a pistol. This man was a heavily bearded giant with enormous ears which protruded out from under his shaggy hair. He told me to step inside, which I refused to do, but as he threatened to take my life I went in and boldly asked what he desired of me. For reply he led me into a small dingy room where a handsome young man in a soldier’s uniform was bound hand and foot and lying on a bench. My abductor told me that I was to kill this young man. “Kill this man,” I shrieked, “he has done me no harm. Why should I kill him ?” “I will give you ten seconds to kill him in or I will kill him and you also,” roared the old man. Oh! horror, kill this man! Oh, the awfulness of it, cold blooded murder!50 THE GLEAM How could I face my Creator on the day of judgment with the innocent blood of this man on my hands? But already the man had counted out nine seconds. I wheeled around suddenly and asked with what implement I was to commit this awful deed and to my bewilderment he handed me a pick. My brain was in a whirl and as I closed my eyes I buried the pick deep into the victim’s heart. I opened my eyes hardly knowing what to expect, but to my astonishment I was alone. Now, t oescape and without being seen. I rushed to the door but was horriged to find it barred. The door barred—there I was a prisoner and with this dead body. How was I to dispose of the body? After rambling nervously around I found a narrow stairway which I hurriedly ascended. I reached the top breathless, for the stairs were steep and rickety. I found this dungeon-like attic to be very dismal and dirty. I stumbled over clothes, picture frames and other articles that I could barely distinguish in the gloom. At length I came upon a large, heavy, dusty, oaken chest. I went down stairs and dragged the dean man’s body up and placed it in the chest being careful to replace the lid. Then I thought for the first time of the man whom I had murdered. Who was he? I pondered—suppose he was a prominent man who would be missed easily and that they would find out about this, offer large rewards for the capture of his murderer. But the most important thing wTas to make my get away. It seemed utterly impossible, for the place had no windows and only the one door which was barred securely. Never shall I forget the awe, horror and fear with which I fumbled around. At last the floor seemed weak in one spot. I tried this with my foot and then the next thing I knew I was on the floor of another room. I had fallen several stories through a trap door. I was dazed for a moment, but from my position I could see that there were several windows in the room. I climbed out one of these on to the roof of an adjacent building. I slid down the down-spout and was soon lost among the throngs of the great city, but memories of that day will always haunt my mind and I live in a constant dread of being found out. And this is why today you find me leading a hermit’s life out here in the mountains. AGNES WHITEHOUSE, ’26. ---------o---------- The Hollow Tree Family Many miles away from the city along a very dusty country road is a large swamp. There are many big trees in this swamp, and one has a hollow trunk, large enough for a family of some kind to live in. There are also many brier bushes to keep little bad boys from getting the bird nest from the trees. In this large old hollow tree lives Peter Rabbit and his family. Little Cottontail is the mischievous son of old Peter and Susan is the daughter, whom Cottontail is always getting into trouble. Although the two bunnies are always in trouble they have many friends, for they are not selfish likeTHE GLEAM 51 some children. All they want is to have fun and they play tricks on others to get it. Early on a Monday morning which means a school day, Mother Rabbit called the children to get up and hurry or else they would be late for school. Susan woke at once and ate her breakfast, long before Cottontail thought of getting up. When Cottontail finally got out of bed, it was time for school. The bunnies started off but were not far on their way before Cottontail suggested going on a fishing trip. Child like, fishing sounded better to Susan than school, so off they went to the brook by the meadow. They fished until school was over and then turned their feet towards home. On arriving there they found Mother Rabbit waiting with a switch in her hand, for the teacher had asked about them on her way home. After the whipping Cottontail was good for a while, but became restless again when he saw the fine cabbage in Mr. Jones’ garden. As he was going on an errand for his mother he passed old Mr. Jones’ garden which contained all fresh cabbages and carrots. Cottontail stood on the outside a long time before he decided to go in and help himself. He did not see Mr. Jones standing at the window watcching when he crawled under the fence. Just as he was pulling up a carrot out came the big dog, Rex, barking as if it were a dog stealing his last bone. Cottontail ran to the barbed wire fence and jumped through it causing the dog to hit it and to cut his throat. It was bedtime after this was over so he ran home and told Susan about his adventure. On Cottontail’s birthday his mother baked him a cake and invited all his friends to come and help him enjoy eating it. The party was a great success until Cottontail found a big puff ball and called to Tumble Bug to come over to a stump, that he wanted to teach him a new trick. He told Tumble Bug to get down close and keep an eye on the ball until he could get on the stump. Then he jumped on the ball causing the powder to get on Tumble Bug ruining his new suit of clothes. The little bug went home to his mother and said never again would he come to Cottontail Rabbits birthday parties. LOUISE WILLIAMS, ’26. ----------o---------- Cho-Cho, the Health Clown I served as an usher at one of the lectures of Cho-Cho, the famous comedian. The performance was given for the Elementary School pupils and to the ushers was given the task of seating the children and keeping them quiet until the arrival of that wonderful person, Cho-Cho. As they were seated two to a seat this was no small task. Clang! Clang! Bang! Rattle! Rattle! Came a noise from the rear of the theater and looking up I saw Cho-Cho coming down the aisle with a broad smile on his face, a basket in one hand and cooking utensils in the52 THE GLEAM other. He had on a costume with numerous ruffles around it. His legs seemed to be very thin and a little bowed. After dropping his cargo several times he finally reached the stage. What was in that basket? Everything that was wrholesome to eat, especially vegetables. Old Cho took great pride in telling the small boys and girls just how to cook and eat each thing. There were three or four things which he stressed particularly. One of these was milk, another was spinach and still another was potatoes, which should be boiled or baked but never fried. In demonstrating what not to do Cho kicked the skillet away; then the yellow banana, cucumber, pickle, radish, tea and coffee went into the wraste basket. The whole idea was to get over to the minds of the children the proper and regular habits which they should acquire, the foods they should eat, and how they should be cooked. He illustrated and taught all of this in a most tactful yet simple manner. After Cho-Cho had given his lesson he did several tricks—such as pulling flags out of his mouth; placing eggs in one pocket and taking them out of another; and even pulling eight or ten eggs out of his mouth. To prove to the children that all of this wras correct Cho-Cho showed the children medals which he had won in various track meets in all parts of the world. There were medals for high-jumping, broad-jumping, one hundred yard dash, and two hundred yard dash. He told them of how he always kept himself fit by correct food and habits. “Good-bye,” cried Cho-Cho. “Good-bye,” shouted the children in a voice which explained why Cho-Cho loVes his work. ROBERT R. HARDY, ’26. ---------o---------- Sunset on St. Andrew’s Day In the time of the year when the whole earth is young; when every blade of grass receives new life, and the honeysuckle and oleander are fullest of honey, when out of the marshes there floats the pensive voice of the freckled marsh hen, lulling her babies to sleep, or the excited chatter of the kingfisher which happened to meet a hissing snake on his beat, my friend and I strolled hand in hand along the winding beach. Looking over the waves we could see the sun, just touching the calm blue which flushed the sky with every color from the superior glowing orange to the deepest purple. Slowly, slowly the sun dipped into the darkening waters trailing his scarlet sash behind him until the last color merged with the sea and only the silver moon and the evening star were left to guide us on our way. ALENE SMITH, ’26.THE GLEAM 53 The Yell All the wild animals in that vicinity were returning from their hunt at dawn. The old fox stopped instantly, breathlessly listening. The bobcat heard the sound, made a long leap, and with the skill of his forefathers alighted noiselessly on a log. He listened as if to a remote spirit. The old wolf hushed her blood-curdling howl. When she heard a faint echo of the sound, she crept inside the den to her litter to guard them from all harm. The squirrel, sitting on a limb of a huge chestnut tree, dropped the nut that he was eating unnoticed, sat erect, then turned in all directions, trying to discover where the sound came from and finding that it came from all directions, shrank close to the limb, hiding himself from the sight of all animals. All the beasts of the woods stopped and listened to a sound that came from, they knew not where. What was it? Could it have been the scream of a panther? No indeed. The animals would have hastened their pace, or jumped to some cover, if it had been that kind of a sound. Was it the noise made by a falling tree? A noise like that would have had but little effect on animals that hear it every day. It was not the popping, scraping, sound of a breaking limb or tree. It did not have a note of horror, like the report of an old Hog rifle, but it had the effect that music has on a drunken man. It held them motionless until the last echo died away, then they crept onward, silently to their places of abode. Was this sound music? Not quite, but it was given with a rythm. Where did it come from? The farm boy waked early that morning, as usual. After eating his breakfast, he started to the fields, to gather his abundant crop. He had a mile of Blue-Ridge hills to go over, before reaching his destination. The ancient oaks and pines, that had spread their branches out over the old road, seemed to be great ghosts standing reverently. At the same time they seemed whispering of the many years that had gone by, and of the boy’s forefathers, that had so many times ridden under their branches, complementing them for their many beauties. In fact the spirits of the boy’s forefathers seemed to be present, and were following him on his way. The feeling of the many silent spirits did not fill the boy with fear, but made him feel stronger and safer in their presence. On the top of a hill, that the old road went over, the boy gave to the dense silence a yell. It was not a song, but it had a tune. It was not like the yells that we give today, it had no words. It was something that cannot be described by me, so that a person who has never heard it could understand just what it was like, though a person who has heard this yell given at dawn, by a voice that could be heard for miles, and among the Blue Ridge Mountains, knows how it rang out. How the many, many echoes came floating back to the boy’s ear, each one getting fainter. When the last one reached him, it seemed indeed as if it were a spirit. LUTHER MITCHELL, ’26.54 THE GLEAM Ensley High School Parent-Teacher Association One of the most active organizations of the Steel City is the Parent-Teacher Association of the Ensley High School. Just as the High School has outgrown its quarters so this association has in four years outgrown the High School library the regular meeting place. Last year this association, with a membership of five hundred, had the distinction of being the largest in the state from point of attendance and second in paid up membership. The programs, based on Character Building, are under the leadership of Mrs. W. N. Sayre, president of the association. Do you know what you have already missed by not attending the Parent-Teacher Association from the first of the semester? You have missed Mrs. James A. Dupuy’s address on Character Building Through Loyalty; Mr. Chapman, of Howard College, who spoke on Character Building Through Christian Education, and Mr. E. 0. Sanders, principal of the Pratt City School, who brought a most helpful message on Character Building Through Work. The January meeting will be in charge of the faculty of the High School, the subject being Character Building Through Art. MRS. B. T. CANTRELL, Secretary. -----------o---------- The Library “I am the recorder of the ages. I speak every language under the sun and enter every corner of the earth. I bring information, inspiration and recreation to all mankind. I am the enemy of ignorance and slavery, the ally of enlightenment and liberty. I am always ready to commune with man, to quicken his being, to spur him on, to show him the way. I treat all persons alike, regardless of race, color, creed or condition. I have power to stretch man’s vision, to deepen his feeling, to better his business and to enrich his life. I am a true friend, a wise counsellor, and a faithful guide. I am silent as gravitation, pliant and powerful as the electric current and as enduring as the everlasting hills. I am the BOOK.” “Say,” she says, “get sumptin’ ’bout the Reconstruction after the Congress of Vienna, or whatever it was, and anyhow its history.” “What period in history did you say?” “Why-er, the fifth period, and I don’t have a vacant period an’ I get cha—you mean what time in history? Why. I dunno. She didn’t tell us,THE GLEAM 55 but I gotta have it the fifth period, and say, (ingratiatingly) can’t you give me something real short? 1 just got to have it today, ’cause if Miss Enzor gives me another goose egg I’ll get kicked off the team.” This is a sample of the questions that come to the library every day and although some believe that Gothic palaces, book reports and courses in History V are necessary evils to be disposed of in quick order they would go to any length to learn about radio, athletics, what to do after graduation —whether it would be better to be a civil engineer, a doctor, lawyer, merchant, or a secretary for the Y. M. C. A., or whether the prettiest girl in the class would go with him if he knew just how to act. The library, year by year, is increasing and is becoming better able to solve these questions. We received valuable books for every department in school in September and a new order is being prepared now. The circulation of books this year is larger than ever before and we have adopted this slogan: “The one who leads, Is the one who reads.” i i GLADYS POOLE, Librarian.56 THE GLEAM Sportsmanship Section Sportsmanship Week Again the three High Schools of Birmingham, Phillips, Woodlawn and Ensley are competing for the Ramsay Sportsmanship Trophy. The Sportsmanship Committee of Ensley High appointed the week of December 7 to 11 as Sportsmanship Week. The programs given here are those which were worked out by the Committee and presented to the session rooms and at the Assembly periods by members of the student body. x ----------o---------- Conduct of Supporters in the Stands Supporters should be loyal, but have respect for the opponents. They should cheer opponents upon their arrival on the field. They should always be quick to cheer an injured player. They should never cheer a penalty. They should be broad enough to suitably acknowledge good play by the opponents. They should never hiss an unfair decision or a dirty play. Meet such with silence. They should always conduct themselves as ladies and gentlemen. They should be temperate.—Exchange. -----------o---------- Session Room Programs Sportsmanship Week December 7-11, 1925 Monday—Three minute talks on the aims and conditions. Each session room to work up a slogan. Girl Reserves present Sportsmanship program. Tuesday—Letter writing by every student in all session rooms. Hi-Y Sportsmanship program. Wednesday—Slogans exchanged. Thursday—Literary Society Sportsmanship programs and a program in Auditorium. Friday—A Sportsmanship program presented in each session room by pupils of the room.THE GLEAM 57 Three Minute Sports Talk (Given before the Session Rooms by Sara McCauley, Marie Rowland, Louise Stapp, Zemma Singleton, Rose Flautt, on December 7.) Our football boys have carried their part of good sportsmanship so nobly and so well that we feel that the 250 points given for conduct of teams on the field, are already won. And the 250 points for conduct of supporters in the stands are probably ours too, but now it behooves us, Ensley Hi students, to carry away the remaining 500 points. To do this we must come right down to the individual student. Each one of us doing all in his power to be the best and most loyal—to determine within his own heart to be a positive power for good in his session room— throwing his energy into this game of sportsmanship that Woodlawn, Phillips and Ensley are playing—and remember to honor this game for “he who plays the game straight and hard wins even though he loses.” The things we are pledging to do in each session room will call for the support of every one. 1— All paper and trash to be put in its proper place. 2— Blackboards kept clear of all but strictly school work. 3— Desks kept free from paper and clear from pencil marks and cuts. 4— Wall and molding free from pins and tacks. 5— Not one single demerit all week and no gum chewing in public. 6— Not one single tardy to school or to classes and no unexcused absences. 7— Get up a good slogan for your session room. 8— Make a poster to fit your slogan. At the end of the week, on Friday, December 11, the session room officers will turn in to the session room teacher, who in turn gives to the faculty committee chairman, a complete report upon the progress and development of sportsmanship in her room. -----------o--------- Chairman’s Speech Raymond Weeks Fellow students, judges of the Sportsmanship Contest, few of you can realize my gratification when Ensley High selected me as one of its representatives for Sportsmanship. 1 felt as though I could do many things, and my enthusiasm was increased greatly when I found that 1 was to represent the Committee on this occasion. I believe that by this Sportsmanship Campaign, we can do many things for our schools. So with this splendid beginning, we shall be inspired to aim high and reach a mark worth while. I trust that every student will co-operate thoroughly in any and all efforts for the success of the undertaking.58 THE GLEAM Our meeting here today is not to try to convince you of the value of true Sportsmanship, for we are all convinced of that, and as a school, we are committed to use all our energies to have Ensley High lead in this movement. But today, we want to bring Sportsmanship to your attention in order that we may again have an opportunity to openly and jointly indorse it, as a student body. Mr. Smith, our principal, and a true Sportsman of the highest type, will talk to us, giving us his ideas of Sportsmanship. -----------o---------- Sportsmanship Program December 10,1925 Orchestra number..................................Mr. Martinson,Director Devotionals.................................................Mr. Pittman Chairman of Student Committee gives opening remarks and presents Mr. Smith A Sportsmanship Talk...................................... Mr. Smith High School Song........................................Student Body Mrs. Truss, Director Birmingham News Editorial...............................Archie Dunlap The Students' Song......................................Student Body Mrs. Truss, Director The Prayer of a Sportsman...............................Sara McCauley Song—The Sportsman’s Creed..............................Student Body Mrs. Truss, Director Mr. Smith presented Dr. Glenn and he in turn presented Mr. Frank Groves, Superintendent of the Mobile Public Schools and Mr. Ralph Cowart, Executive Secretary of the Alabama Educational Association. a Birmingham News Editorial Given by Archie Dunlap The appointment of the 1925-26 Sportsmanship Committee for the Birmingham High School calls attention again to the magnificent work in character building accomplished last year by the contest. Of all the characteristics of the well-rounded man, none is more attractive or basically more worthwhile than that of good sportsmanship. Under the direction of Mr. Homer L. Thomas, director of physical education and inspired by competition for the Ramsay Trophy last year, the Birmingham High School athletic teams and student bodies achieve new ideals of conduct on and off of the athletic field. In many respects this sportsmanship contest among the three high schools is the finest impetus toward building stronger, sounder, better rounded character than has ever been attempted here.THE GLEAM 59 Birmingham High School athletic teams last year went down to bitter, gruelling defeat without a whine or an alibi, and other teams among them achieved glorious victory without a boast or a brag. Student bodies saw their favorites defeated by bitter rivals or saw their teams brilliantly victorious, alike with a poise and a self-command, a thoughtful, unselfish, ennobling attitude almost unbelievable to one who has observed high school students over a period of years. And this contest cut deeper than that. It largely changed the atmosphere around collegiate games in Birmingham. Acts of poor sportsmanship are fewer than they ever were before. The high school boys and girls have set new standards of sportsmanship here for their elders both in and out of college. Mr. Ramsay has added materially to his great reputation for public service by catching the vision of the possibilities of such a contest and donating an unusually handsome trophy. Under the leadership of Superintendent Glenn and the Board of Education, our public schools have been devoting close attention for several years now to character building, supplementing training in the Arts and Sciences with character training. That course is having a fine effect and nowhere has it found so clear an expression as in the High School Sportsmanship Contest, devised by Homer L. Thomas. One cannot dismiss a contest like this with a gesture. It is building character in the coming generation. Birmingham will be a better and cleaner and finer place in which to live in the future because of it. All honor to those who have made it possible and all honor to those who by high idealism and unselfish conduct are profiting by it. It is no easy task that the patriotic public serving gentlmen who have accepted places on the year’s committee have undertaken, but they may well be conscious of the fact that they are rendering a great service to clean sports and a greater service to developing character in the next generation in Birmingham. ------------o---------- The Students’ Song (Barney Google) Where’s the most important school this city ever knew? Where’s the school our Principal pays so much notice to? Now it isn’t Phillips Hi School and it isn’t Woodlawn Hi, But I’m mighty proud that I’m allowed to shout its Ensley Hi! Chorus Ensley Hi School with its sixteen hundred strong Ensley Hi School, just watch those students long When they all make up their minds They’ll just win that cup this time Ensley Hi School it is loyal every day.60 THE GLEAM The Prayer of a Sportsman Given by Sara McCauley “Dear Lord, in the battle that goes on through life, I ask but a field that is fair, A chance that is equal with all in the strife, A courage to strive and to dare; And if I should win, let it be by the code With my faith and my honor held high; And if I should lose, let me stand by the road, And cheer as the winners go by. “And Lord, may my shouts be ungrudging and clear, A tribute that comes from the heart, And let me not cherish a snarl or a sneer Or play any sniveling part; Let me say, There they ride, on whom laurel's bestowed, Since they played the game better than I. Let me stand with a smile by the side of the road And cheer as the winners go by. “So grant me to conquer, if conquer I can, By proving my worth in the fray. But teach me to lose like a regular man, And not like a craven, I pray; Let me take off my hat to the warriors who strode To victory splendid and high, Yet teach me to stand by the side of the road, And cheer as the winners go by.” —Y. M. C. A. Monthly, September, 1924. ----------o----------- Letters From Coach Quigley Extracts from letters written to Mr. Ennis and Mr. Pittman by Mr. Quigley, coach for the Senior High School, Little? Rock. To Mr. Pittman he writes: “Let me say that we all came home loud in praise for Ensley and its people. We have never been treated better in our many years of athletic relations with schools througout the entire South. I want you to convey our thanks to your school and to the people responsible for the courteous treatment accorded us.” To Mr. Ennis: “I w’ant to take this opportunity of thanking you and the good people of Birmingham for the courtesy showm us while we wrere in your city. I don't remember of ever being treated so well in any other city. The boys are still talking about Birmingham and that Ensley football feam. Our relations with Ensley have been more than pleasant.”THE GLEAM 61 The Sportsman’s Creed (Keep the Home Fires Burning) We can lift the load of sadness That the weary world must bear, We can bring the light of gladness In to hearts now bowed with care. We can change the bleak December To the bright and blooming May If we only will remember As we journey on the way. Chorus Do your duty daily Scatter gladness gaily, Stand for all that’s fair and square In every deed. Brighten each tomorrow Lift the load of sorrow From the old and weak and poor That’s the Sportsman’s Creed. Tho our deeds are not as thrilling As the Knights of old have done, We are young and strong and willing To be helpful—every one; So with purpose firm and steady As we journey on the way, Every one is ever ready To help others every day. -----------o--------- Winners in Sportsmanship Contest Session Room—4. Slogan 253—Aim high and shoot for the mark. Poster—102. Sportsmanship Letters—Sara McCaulay, Roy Tucker.62 THE GLEAM Clubs and Literary Societies Give Sportsmanship Programs December 10 Hi-Y Devotionals Paul Caddell “It’s Up to You”......................................Everett Hagler “A House by the Side of the Road”........................Taft Barber A Discussion of Sportsmanship ....................... Archie Dunlap Hi-Y Songs ...Club Club Motto ........................;.............................Club Girl Reserve Introduction to Sportsmanship...................... Rochelle Snow Sportsmanship in Ensley High......................Willie Belle Davis Sportsmanship in the Home .......... ................Augusta Sanders Argonian Literary Society The Prayer of the Sportsman ..................... Beatrice Smiley My Idea of Sportsmanship.......................... Agnes Whitehouse Song of the Sportsman.........................................Society Sportsmanship Talk ....................................Sara Mayfield Sing Along.................................................Glee Club “It Couldn’t Be Done”................................ Frances Farrar Hyperion Literary Society Bible Reading—Prayer.........................................Chaplain What Is Sportsmanship?................................Sarah Dehaney Sportsmanship in Ensley High......................Elizabeth Whitson Sportsmanship at a Ball Game............................Ethel Butler The Eight Rules for Sportsmanship Week..................Martha Seay Song ........................................................ Society Delphian Debating Society “Red” Grange and Football...............................Archie Mays Commercialization of Football........................Hurley Upchurch Extemporaneous Talks on Sportsmanship, Frank Falkner, Joe Giardinia, Thurman Walters, Robert Carlton, Joe Barrett, Olney Love, Augustine Aloia. Valerian Literary Society Devotional ...:..............................................Chaplain Dance ................................................Orville Knight What Sportsmanship Means to the Society..................Sybil York What Sportsmanship Means to Me..................................Pearl Mitchell How Did You Die? (Cook).............................. Rosa De John Kipling’s “If” ..................................... Katherine Dimit Sportsman’s Talk .......................................Jewel HurleyTHE GLEAM 63 Shakespearean Literary Society Aims of Sportsmanship Week and Why We Should Observe This Week in High School ...................... Lyle Brumbach Qualities of a True Sportsman and How to Be One....Everett Hagler Poem or Story on Sportsmanship.....................Kenneth Haigler Boys Civic Club Roll Call—Answered with the name of favorite sportsman. Ensley High School Song..............................Glee Club Sportsmanship—What the Birmingham Schools are doing to promote it.....................................Henry Smith Teamwork in Football ................................Arnie Vaughn Discussion of the Ten Commandments of Sportsmanship..Billie Peacock Examples of Sportsmanship We Have Noticed.............Earl Almon High School Yells.....................................Eugene Cook Thalian Literary Society Skit on Sportsmanship. Student Song ........ Talk on Sportsmanship Banjo Selections..... .........Group of Members Nell LeCroy, Ruth Andrews ..........Augusta Sanders ............Pauline Priest ----------o---------- Session Room Sportsmanship Slogans First Semester 1—One A’s are always A-ones in Sportsmanship. 303—A slacker a day will keep the cup away, so work. 247—We can and we will be true Sportsmen. 252—Hit the line hard, don't foul, don’t shirk, but hit the line hard. 353— Clean as any—cleaner than many. 250—Ensley, first, last and always. 102—Make each day count—watch 102 mount. Second Semester B2 3—Be brave Be true. 164—Of courtesy and service does 164 Build its steps to Education’s door. 354— Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil. 215—Sportsmanship! Sportsmanship! We are after it; let’s get it and keep it. 302—One for all—all for Sportsmanship.64 THE GLEAM Third Semester 6—Be an Ensley High Sport Model. 350—May the best school win. Let's make it Ensley. 216—A slacker a day keeps the cup away. 165— Let good Sportsmanship land at Ensley High. 4—Sportsmanship for all and all for Sportsmanship. Fourth Semester 352—352 is beginning life anew. 201— Excelsior! We may be mischievous, but we're good sports in 201. 2—Hitch your wagon to a star Just sit tight where you are. 307—Clean up the corner where you are. Fifth Semester 101—The elevator to the cup is not running. Take the stairs. 166— Little but strong for Sportsmanship. 347—We stand Honor, Truth and Sportsmanship in all things. 315—All for Sportsmanship and Sportsmanship for all. 301—We put the ship in Sportsmanship to make it sail. Sixth Semester 5—Stand four square to all the winds that blow. 253—Aim high and shoot at the mark. Seventh Semester 204— Station 204—Broadcasting Sportsmanship. 202— Let Sportsmanship be our aim And 202 will rise to fame. Eighth Semester 205— Give to the world Good Sportsmanship And Victory will come back to you.THE GLEAM 65 Student Sportsmanship Committee, 1925-1926 Chairman, Raymond Weeks 252 Winifred Davis Fred Trucks Louise McCaulay Evelyn Giles 3 Rose Flautt Edna Snow Woodrow Simmons Grace Bolt 164 Lucile Hollock Helen Goswick Florence Ficks Blanche Dunlap William McKelvey 350 Marion Scholl Lucy Hoage Dorothy Burks Mary Emma Means William Hoffman 216 Sylvia Lewis Zemma Singleton Mary Temple Blanton Sanders 302 Travis Spain Chester Tate Ruby Weir Helen Williams I la Mae Smith Marguerite Tate 202 Joe Bynum Alma Shields Vera Stapp Thurman Walters Mary Palmer Campbell Willie Belle Davis Vernon Patrick Raymond Padgett Lucile Rasco Augusta Sanders Anna Mary Singleton Rivers Thrash Clarence Dykes Merle Williams 101 Dan Bittner Autrey Clements Irma Cummings Della Huff Elizabeth Jones Elizabeth Sinclair Helen Millar 5 Warren Candler Light D’Albergo Albert Dodd Comer Harris Thelma Logan Carl Neill William Poole Royce Price Eleanor Stevens Margaret Wilson Curtis Lowery 204 Alene Smith Irene Arterburn Helen Kelley Alma Long Louis Lloyd Marguerite Matlock Dorothy McNutt Jewel Mosley Marie Rowland Beatrice Smiley Louie Zeigler Rochelle Snow Paul Caddell 166 Carrie Brown Aphrey Kelley Jim McDowell Louise Stapp Othello Llovd 303 Dorothy McNeely Avis Brady Gordon Chappell Mary Elizabeth Dixon Lula Mae Graham Lide Hain Lloyd Henson Charlotte Pennington Orville Steadman Lemuel Carrigan Aline Short 2 Lena Mae Luquire Sybil York66 THE GLEAM 352 Lois Lehman Guy Richards Ernest Surtees 102 Ethelyn Batson Alene McDuffie Gilbert Walker 354 Annie Franklin Hazel Hoskins Daniel Miller Alvin Wallis 315 Martha Clarke Alice Lyons 201 Jewel Sawyer Harvie Hart Julia Ryals 247 Thurston Harwell George Nagel Starling Ennis 353 Ralph Sellers Andrew Davies Foster Neill William Mullins 215 Tommie Lou Smith Florence Reynolds Martha McCrorie 301 Prude Batson Mary Bruce Grady Gibbons Joana Hardy Dorothy Herzog Willene Hardy Wynelle Lowery Tom McDowell Nellie Mullins Edward Pitts Robert Carlton 205 Taft Barber Ambers Cole Raymond Hardy Melbourn Huff Nell LeCroy Sara McCaulay Charles Hoffman Harry DeFreese 165 Ruth Springfield Mary River 307 Joe Barrett Raymond Smart 1 Dorothy Henry Edna Finlay Carl Almon 253 Archie Dunlap Katherine Jackson 250 Delmas Bennett Gladys Colbert 4 Mae Mills 347 Herschel Ray Frances Jackson Clarence Dunn Muriel Langville Walter Brown Faculty Sportsmanship Committee, 1925-1926 Chairman, Miss Katherine Smith Miss Enzor Miss Brown Miss Bates Miss Whatley Miss Thornbury Miss Etly Mr. Erwin Mr. Brown Mr. Hawkins Mr. Martinson THE SMITHVILLE BREEZE GREETINGS In our half-made Auditorium We shiver, shake and freeze. Air blows in all the openings And we choke back many a sneeze. But as you’re accustomed to it We always strive to please And to the Ensley students We present just one more Breeze. —THE STAFF. Mr. Smith had been asked to make a talk in one of the grammar schools. He arose and after looking at the children thoughtfully a minute he said: “I wish I could be a little boy again.” After waiting for this to sink in he added: “Do you know why I wish that ?” For a moment there was silence. Then a little girl raised her hand and said: “Cause you forgot everything you ever knowed.” Country Lowery (studying Ancient History): “Why do they put B. C. after dates?” Chas. Manly: “Because they didn’t know whether the dates were exactly right so they say ’bout correct.” I WONDER I’m just a foolish Freshman And I know that I’m not smart But since I came to High School I have tried to get a start By paying close attention To what other fellows say But there’s much that I don’t understand Of what I hear each day. Now there’s a famous fellow In the Lady of the Lake. I tried to read about him But I couldn’t stay awake. He must have stirred up trouble But I never really knew. I’d like to ask somebody, Just what did Roderick Dhu?68 THE GLEAM And then there is another guy Who surely did play rough, For to mistreat a lady Is a bad thing sure enough. Of course you can have fun with her Or maybe even tease her But what on earth do you suppose Could have made Julius Caesar? COLLEGIATE CLUB The secret is out! Information concerning this powerful secret organization has just been made public. The two essential requirements are baggy trousers and ragged clothes. The offiicial trousers are those known as Oxford bags and it is by this alone that the members can be recognized. The officers for this semester are: gcoop Padgett, Head Cheese; Cecil Benton, Swiss Cheese; Lyle Brumback, Limburger Cheese; and last but not least Monte Montgomery as chief jester. The other members are, Harold DeLoach, Hurley Upchurch, and Charles Braswell. The sponsers are Mary Palmer Campbell and Augusta Sanders. After much controversy Miss Andrews and Miss Colyer were selected as advisers. Mr. Kegley and Mr. Pittman applied for membership, stating that they had sent in their orders for Oxford bags. Their application was turned down with regret but there is an iron bound rule against admitting anyone under sixteen. As a consolation they were allowed to become mascots. HURLEY UPCHURCH. Ain’t yo’ glad jist to be livin’ Ain’t yo’ glad yo’ folks keep givin’ You things yo’ want and need? Ain’t yo’ glad yo’ brain ain’t seed? Ain’t yo’ glad yo’ ain’t a weed, Or suthin’ or other what don’t live? Livin’s all there is to life, Even ef’t does mean storm and strife! ’Cause ef yo’ didn’t live, Why yo’ wouldn’t never have no fun, Or laugh or skip or jump or run! I’m glad God lets me live, And glad He’s so good to give Me folks who love and want me. I kin laugh and play and dance, And yo’ kin tell just at a glance That I’m happy. And ef you’re happy and glad you’re livin’ I say......................... Make each day a real Thanksgiving. MARGARET SADLER, ’26.THE GLEAM 69 MOTHER GOOSE REVISED This little boy went to the office For having too much fun. This little boy had a good theme This little boy had none. This little boy is happy Because his work is done. Great A, little A, Alas for this is theme day. Grades that are high, Grades that are low, Those that pass May sing Heigh-ho. Little Edith Jordan has lost her shieks, And can’t tell where to find them; Let them alone and they’ll come home And bring their rings before them. Little Edith Jordan fell fast asleep And dreamt she heard them pleading, But when she awoke she found it a joke For still they all were fleeting. Then she took her little compact Determined for to find them; She found ’em indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they’d left their rings behind them. It happened one day that Edith did stray— Into a pawn shop so dirty. There she espied their rings, side by side, On sale for a dollar thirty. Bigger than a house, higher than a tree, Oh, whatever can it be? (Mr. Pittman). Ding, dong, sparrow, The cat and sparrow; This little boy has played truant And shall be shipped tomorrow. Segregation is vexation. Suspension is just as bad. Demerits rile me to the 100th degree And stayin’ in makes me mad.70 THE GLEAM Play, play every day. Scoop throws his time away. He must work and he must read And then perhaps he’ll pass indeed. Three wise students of Ensley Got by on excuses. If the excuses had been stronger My song would be longer. My little old man and I fell out. I’ll tell you what ’twas all about; I failed and he whaled And that’s the reason I wailed. “Will you walk into my office?” said Mr. Smith to “Fat” McBee. “’Tis the prettiest little office that ever you did see. The way into my office is right down the straight front stair And I have many curious things to tell you when you’re there.” HURLEY UPCHURCH. Miss Jones (calling the roll in Math. Class): “Marvin did you work 7 to 10?” Marvin Lyle: “No ma’am, 3 to 11. Chas.: “I hear Miss Shelton is letting her hair grow out because she got mad at her barber.” Louie: “What was the matter?” Chas.: “Well, she sat down in the chair for a hair cut and he absent mindedly lathered her face.—Exchange. Irene: “Louis, what are you going to give me for a birthday present?” Louis: “Close your eyes, honey. Now what do you see?” Irene: “Nothing.” Louis: “Well, that’s what you are going to get.”—Exchange. TO CAESAR Caesar the cause of all my woes, Disturber of my dreams. Of all the things that trouble me Thou are the worst it seems. I know full well thy purpose was To give me endless pain And I am forced to study thee My youthful mind to train.THE GLEAM 71 How many a weary hour by day And wearier ones by night I've tried in vain to translate thee And read thy pages right. I hope I may live to see thee An exile in disgrace, Forsaken by all your admirers And all the human race. SUSIE GULLEDGE. EPITAPHS Here lies what's left of poor Evelyn Sams. She died of hard study before her exams. Shed just a tear for our friend, Lewis Bush. In the hall, between classes, he was mashed in the push. Here lies the body of dear Willie Bass. He’ll never say “Locker" when late to a class. Sad was the death of poor Lyle Brumback. He got up one morning and slipped on his sock. A horrible fate met sweet Rutledge Snow. When Miss Culp lost her temper, he was on the front row. Here lies the remains of our friend Miss Ruth Chiles. She died in a struggle to keep up with the styles. Here we find resting poor Miss Hallie Scruggs. She wore herself out giving so many hugs. Here is the body of little Miss Turner. She woudn't believe that the fire would burn her. LET’S BE SERIOUS No more we’ll walk with leaden feet The spacious halls of Ensley High. For we have won, at last we’re done And we will leave it with a sigh. We, not in glee, say that we’re free From this great institution, For to our life this four year’s strife Is but a contribution.72 THE GLEAM School life is like the life we live We are but mortal brothers. We live a while and toil a while Then pass it on to others. —HERMAN MOSELEY, ’26. MY LUCY I uster love her, I’ll say I did! I talked of her to every kid. Her love for me was weak I knew. But just the same, I did pursue. Her name was Lucy, so sweet to hear. For her I longed through out the year Her sparkling eyes Would hit my heart And almost tear my nerves apart! I thought of her from morn till night! Each thing she did I thought was right! She seemed to me like a pretty dove And I tried my best to win her love. But days have passed and time gone by. The girl I loved has another guy. My love for her will last no more And now I swim for another shore. Never again will a girl 1 trust! Nor let her have my heart to bust! Now I'm through with all kinds of gals I’m spending my time with real boy pals. BILL McTYIER. Little bits of poetry Will help to fill up space So in the mid-year Gleam I hope That this will find a place. —HERMAN MOSELY, ’26. YES, SIR, WE’RE FROM ENSLEY Yes, sir, that’s our team, We will back it by all means, Yes, sir, that’s our team now. Our team, our team.THE GLEAM 73 Yes, sir, we’re from Ensley, Oh, boy, don’t you envy? Yes, sir, we’re from Ensley now. Ensley High. Ensley High. When the coach coaches we’ll say Yes, sir, that’s our team, We will back it by all means, Yes, sir. that’s our team. —SARAH STOREY, ’26. IMPERSONATIONS OF POPULAR SONGS Collegiate.......... Ukelele Lady........ My Wild Irish Rose .. Evolution Blues..... Steppin’ in Society ... Insufficient Sweetie. I Want to be Happy . Mindin’ My Business 0, Katherina........ Memory Lane......... Yearning............ ..Lyle Brumbach Margaret Sadler ....Louise Reynolds ....Country Lowery .....Mary Temple ... James Meacham .....William Hill ........Mr. Smith .....Marion Keith Trail to the Office ....For June 4th o IT i 5 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 Fone E. 432 1917 Avenue E ENSLEY-FAIRFIELD LAUNDRY COMPANY Sweet and Clean DRY CLEANING—DYEING “Trade in Ensley” Ensley’s Only Laundry74 THE GLEAM “Ideal” Curb Service “Ideal” Delivery Service An “Ideal” Place Where All J The Friends Meet. SMITH JEWELRY CO. THE IDEAL DRUG CO. i • Emanuel Zivitz, Prop. Phone: Ensley 855 700 19th St. Phone Ens, 1300 j ENSLEY, ALABAMA ALOIA’S ART SHOPPE IMPERIAL CANDY COMPANY WHOLESALE CONFECTIONERS 1624 First Avenue BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA Enlarging Framing Kodak Finishing Greeting Cards for Every Occasion ENGRAVED VISITING AND BUSINESS CARDS 511 19th St. Ensley, Ala. NOTICE We are sole distributors for Tom Mix 5c Nut Roll—and at all times carry an assortment of fresh candies.THE GLEAM 75 Compliments of SEMET-SOLVAY DUPUY-BURKE REALTY CO. COMPANY Those who take an interest in the young people can surely be relied on to safely represent the older people. Dupuy - Burke Realty Company will help you sell property, rent property, or insure property. Try them. Compliments of SPARKS-CLAXTON STAPP ENSLEY, ALABAMA76 THE GLEAM | HAMILTON e ROBINSON Wholesale Produce Compliments of ) 2030 Morris Avenue Main 2771 RAMSAY ' NUCOA , McCORMACK and ENSLEY CO. | GOLD MEDAL | Mayonnaise j DIAMONDS JEWELRY BERNEY’S j ) Your Interest Is Our Interest PHARMACY ! 0. R. Berney, Prop. ( TYLER JEWELRY CO. | ) Incorporated 5 Drugs, Cigars, Toilet Articles | ENSLEY, ALABAMA Prescription Specialists P. H. Tyler, President OPTOMETRIST I Corner Avenue E and 19th St. ) j Phone: Ensley 1427 ENSLEY, ALABAMA ( !THE GLEAM 77 ) | APPLEBAUM BROS. ——« 412 19th St. PIPPEN BROTHERS j Wholesale Produce | SELZ SHOES Tom Clyde ROLLINS’ HOSIERY SHAW SHIRTS We are not in business to make McCALL PATTERNS money alone, but to help our HANES UNDERWEAR community to establish a reputation for fair and square deal- The place where quality is ing. Call us. foremost I ENSLEY 1451 ENSLEY 858-724 | McCAIN HARDWARE i We Make Your Watch Run on | Time j ] COMPANY TOOLS, CUTLERY, PAINTS, VARNISHES, GLASS, WIRE FENCING ROOFING 515 Nineteenth Street The Home of Satisfied Eye-Glass Phone Ensley 80 Wearers 1 608 Nineteenth Street j ENSLEY ALA. Phone 63778 THE GLEAM 1 Joe Claude 1 i ! MITCHELL j EUBANK C. M. CANNON 1 (Incorporated) | Friends oj Yours GENERAL MERCHANDISE . CHRISTMAS GIFTS MEN’S FURNISHINGS HATS, OVERCOATS Fairview Station TRAVELING BAGS TAILORING | 524 19th STREET ENSLEY Phone Ensley 1200-1201 | Phone: Ens. 255 1 | GWIN-WILLIAMS GROCERY COMPANY | A STORE WHERE YOUNG FOLKS LIKE I | Wholesale Distributors TO TRADE 1 Welcome to LILY OF THE VALLEY HERMAN SAKS | CANNED GOODS SONS WHITE CREST FLOUR 1 Second Ave. at 18thTHE GLEAM 79 The BON-TON Recreation BARBER POCKET SHOP BILLIARDS 1916 Avenue E LINDSEY ZEIGLER “Ensley’s Foremost Realtors” The firm of Lindsey and Zeigler is appreciated in Ensley, not only for its interest in selling and buying property, but for its civic interests and their backing of High Grade SPORTING GOODS BYRUM HARDWARE COMPANY The Winchester Store ENSLEY Compliments of MAGIC CITY { CANDY COMPANY I I Birmingham Alabama I ENSLEY HIGH SCHOOL Written by Tom McDowellENSLEY HIGH SCHOOL takes no chances Milk, Butter and Ice Cream Furnished by JEFFERSON DAIRY COMPANY (Pasteurized Products)THE GLEAM FIELDS-GOODWIN DRUG COMPANY S. G. BRASWELL “Only the Best'’ “FURNITURE THAT MAKES CHRISTMAS GIFTS A HOUSE A HOME” CANDIES TOILET ARTICLES STATIONERY Call Ensley 51 for free auto to KODAKS our store Phone: Ensley 206-207 Avenue E and Twentieth Street 10th Street and Avenue E ENSLEY, ALA. ENSLEY, ALA. J. M. SPARKS GROCERIES FRESH MEATS and PRODUCE DOSTER- NORTHINGTON (Incorporated) WHOLESALE DRUGS SURGICAL INSTRUMENTS LABORATORY SUPPLIES 2101 Avenue E, Ensley 2100-8-12 First Avenue Phone 477-478 BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA C. G. Goodwin A. E. Brooks GOODWIN BROOKS ‘Men’s Wear of Quality’ Complete Stock Clothing and Furnishings for the High School and College Boys 506 19th Street, Ensley, Ala. PHONE ENSLEY 672 Expert Kodax Finishers Frame Making RUSSELL BROTHERS 1913 Avenue E PHOTOGRAPHERS PHOTO SUPPLIES Telephone Ensley 300 R. W. RUSSELL, Proprietor Ensley, Alabama Wynn Knox Candy Co Incorporated WHOLESALE CANDIES 2304 First Avenue Birmingham, Ala.


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