Hueytown High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Hueytown, AL)

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as an actress was first noticed when she appeared with the Black Friars at the l. of A. The curtain rises and the first act progresses, the heroine appears and 1 see someone in the audience jump to their feet and I recognize her as myself, for the actress is no English lady but my own class mate, Pauline. 1 press the next bead and I see a large school, the campus filled with boys and girls, and there on a rustic bench all by himself is an old man, his beard touching his knee, writing poetry, it is none other than Homer Parsons, the Longfellow” of our class, still a freshman at Auburn! This next one shows an entirely new picture; I see a somewhat fleshy girl struggling to get her head and arms through a red and white sweater. There, she has it on! Well. I declare if it isn't Beatrice with an Alabama sweater. She always had a tendency to wear football sweaters. The next picture that I am able to see is a very small town which I recognize as the city of Enslev and there in the doorway of a little brown bungalow is a tiny, black haired girl, once known as Flora Carter. I thought she was bov proof but it doesn’t look like it now with her keeping house. I touch the next and I see sand, all white and sparkling from the white rays of the sun. Yes, it is a desert, j erhaps one of my classmates has turned Shiek; but no. it is a lady that 1 see, a small bob-haired lady on horseback, laughing and talking to a big. fat man. I notice that both seem to Ik. very richly dressed and. oh! the lady is Marvinee. But what is she doing out there? Let me see. I remember now how she always said, she would ratehr be a rich man’s darling than a poor man’s slave, so I guess that is she and her rich husband making a tour on the desert. The next scene is that of a schoolhousc and standing at the steps arc two lady teachers whom I recognize as Leona (iwin and Myrtle Hallmon. 1 touch another bead and here 1 see Pearl Hawkins giving the Valedictory address at Woman’s College. And with this next bead 1 see Montevallo and there seated in his private office is the Dean, looking closer I recognize Roy Dyer, an old favorite of the class—Dean of Montevallo—imagine it. I suppose he got his start early when visiting there. By touching this next bead I find myself at Rickwood. today is the yearly football game between Auburn and Centre and there surrounded by young men in uniform I see Grady Howard. By his wonderful playing while in high school and college lie has won for himself the position of Coach at Auburn. While pressing the next bead a large ballroom appears, there arc beautifully dressed girls and handsome men in their staid black and white evening clothes all lined up against the wall, they are watching two figures in the center of the room who are dancing. The onlookers encore again and again. As 1 watch them I notice that they are doing the famous dance known as the Argentina Tango. Now they have finished and they become enveloped in the crowd, I wonder who they are. so handsome and graceful; let me see—there, I see written on the door these words: Mr. Wei by Smith, successor of the once famous Rodolph Valentino, performing the Argentina Tango with Miss Anne Louise Cunningha mas his beautiful partner. Now I come to my last bead, I touch it and I seem to be on the desert once more; directly before me is the much talked of Egyptian tomb, a large crowd is assembled there and in its midst I see Luther Knight and Knox Davis. two of a kind, and them two digging in King Tut’s tomb! Laura Johnson, ’23. Pageg Twenty-one

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PROPHECY The shades of twilight were deepening and the forest was bathed in that purple mist which conies with summer sunset, I was almost home and being rather tired from my long ramble through the woods I decided to rest for a few minutes, to sit real still and listen to tlu whippoor-will. While thus absorbed in the beauty of nature I was startled at hearing someone speak to me. Quickly turning to my surprise, I saw a lovely C.ipsy girl standing directly behind me. I was rather startled at first but after seeing that she was harmless I allowed my romantic nature and imagination to take possession of me and began o shower her with questions. After talking to her for several minutes 1 was struck by an idea, which seemed to me a very brilliant one. I thought perhaps she would be able to relieve of much an.vety if she could in any way help me with the prophecy of this class. 1 asked tier if she was good at telling fortunes and she seemed to be very interested and eager to help me. After explaining to her how it ever happened that I was made Class Prophetess with the whole class aware of my inability to do globe gazing. She said that since she was not acquainted with any of you the best she could do would be to give me these beads which were given to her by an old member of the tribe. It was said that these beads would enable one to see through the vista of years and determine the destiny of others. So tonight I have here nincten beads. May I see some beautiful future for each of you. I will begin with this lovely purple one; as I press it gently between my fingers everything seems to grow misty before my eyes and I see a bevey of college girls playing basketball and there in the midst I see Myrtle Skates, a former star at H. II. S., now coaching at Montevallo. This picture leaves and I see here a lovely forest all brown and green and there seated at her easel is a beautiful white haired girl, whom I recognize as Kathleen dressed in a smock of palest green which seems to make her a part of this forest. She is painting a tiny little brook which circles down through the hollow like silver magic, dancing and singing in the sunlight. While I trace this little path of light the surroundings seem to grow darker until this one leaves me. By pressing this next one I see a large stage, a spotlight is moving across it as if in search of some one. now it has stopped and onto this stage which is black as night, with one great bound as though she leaps through infinite space from a falling star into the small safe circle of the spotlight comes Edith Lucille. straight on the tips of her silver toes, with laughter for a dark world in both her outstretched hands, floating and drifting, lovely and light as floating thistle—down like a butterfly gone mad. like a flying leaf and dancing star until 1 can no longer see her. By touching this one I see a large tent over which floats a pennant with these words; “Radcliff Chautaqua” and on a bulletin board placed to one side I see the program for the first afternoon: looking closer I can read these words: “J. A. Wilson, Well Known Leader of the Wilson Orchestra, Will Entertain With a very Interesting Program. Well. well. I am glad to know that Aubrey is still interested in things musical. With this next one 1 notice that it is the opening night of the new play at the New Amsterdam theater on lower Broadway, all is excitement for a noted English actress is to make her debut. The billboard announce sthat her career Pa tc Twenty

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SALUTATORY Grady Howard Classmates anil Friends: The eventful time has come to which many of us have looked forward for years, while it was lieyond the expectation of some to reach this point, and it will be well remembered long after our springy youthful stride has dwindled into slow, draggy creep; after these minds have ceased to be alert, and the only pleasure in life is the memory of the happy days that are past. To some it is but their first flight, not mid-point between childish fancy and life's ambition; to others it is their final destination. This institution stands for certain ideals and principles, and it is the aim of the teachers to weave these into our characters as we pass through the tour years course here. These ideals have been molded into our lives; soon we shall go forth to stamp them upon the world. We shall probably impress people with the same ideals that our school has given to us. To me those ideals have been nothing but good. As I look back over our past record. I count our four years spent in High School as well worth while—worth while to have known each other;—worth while to have made such a noble institution our home, and to have been under the care of such splendid teachers, who see things in life more precious than wealth. To show the rank of worldly possessions, permti me to insert here the beautiful poem of Byron: “BETTER THAN GOLD Better than grandeur, better than gold. 'Phan ranks or titles a thousand fold. Is a healthy body, a mind at ease. And simple pleasures that always please: A heart that can feel for another's woe. And share his joys with a genial glow. With sympathies large enough to enfold All men as brothers, is better than gold. Better than gold is a conscience clear. Though toiling for bread in a humble sphere. Doubly blessed with content and health. Untired by the lusts or cares of wealth. Lonely living and lofty thought Adorn and enohle a poor man’s cot: For mind and morals, in Nature’s plan. Are the genuine test of a gentleman. Better than gold is the sweet repose Of the sons of toil when their labors close; Better than gold is the poor man’s sleep And the balm that drops on his slumber deep Brings sleeping draughts on the downy bed Where luxury pillows his aching bead I lis simple opiate labor deems A shorter road to the land of dreams. Pare Twenty-lwo