Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

Text from Pages 1 - 68 of the 1936 volume:

t • The Mirror Published by The Senior Class John Herbert Phillips High School May, 1936 Birmingham, Alabama Glass of May, 1936 MOTTO: Non progredi est rcgrcdi COLORS: Green and White FLOWER: Gardenia Frank Fede ....................................... John Rice .......... Jane Lewis ....................................... Daphne Clark .... Ruth Sumner Marvin Warner .................................... Sarah Hell Stith ... Margaret Sessions Ruth La Tuillc ... Barton Hagerty Virginia Menninger ....... President .. Pice-President ..... Secretary ..... Treasurer ......... Artist .......... Orator ......... Pianist ........... Poet .... Statistician ...... Violinist ....... Vocalist SENIOR COMMITTEES RING Claude Baldwin, Chairman Fannie Friedman Ralph Giles Eleanor Schuster Walter Bragan MOTTO Sarah Shepard, Chairman Dick Bccdcr Elna Erickson INVITATION James Holland, Chairman Berniecc Jennings Margaret Baugh Arlington Bobo Frank Howell COLOR AND FLOWER Charles Brown. Chairman Mary Bert Smith Betty Craig Lillian Delony CLASS BOOK COMMITTEE Frances Harris Ralph Chandler TYPISTS Ida Mae Bloomston Fannie Friedman Annie Mac Stansell Mildred Burgess Katherine Ezell Mary Frances Slauson Edna Mac Witt TABLE OF CONTENTS His World Around ........................................ ... Margaret Sessions The President’s Message Frank Fede The Best Laid Schemes” .................................... Ralph Chandler Nightfall .... ....... Berniece Jennings Night Song ... ...... Sarah Shepard Broad Acres Frank Burt Lilacs Car! Bus tic n Kcwpic Land .................................................. Lillian Delony Twicfe-Told Romance ... ... ... Bessie Davis Marching .. ... Harry Koxvitz War .llice Hu, i The Music Goes ’Round and ’Round” ... Mary Garrett Projects Not Financed by XYZ Robert Beyer I The Tennis Court 11 The Garden H umoresque The Jig-Saw Puzzle Harry Lips on The Spooks Torn Smiley Upheaval! ... Tom Smiley In Reverse .............................................. Harry Upson Class Statistics: Leap Fog Ruth La Tuille TABLE OF CONTENTS (Continued) Impressions Rain .................................................. Margaret Baugh Snow . Dick Scott Sleet Robert Currie A Spring Day .... .................................. Marguerite Fairley Moonlight on Red Mountain Ann Bradford Daisies by the Fence .................................. Harry Lipson Sunlight on the Wall.........................................Carl Bastien Experiments in Verse You Err Who Say That from This Earthly Sphere Dick Feeder Heart’s Desire ..................................... Elouise Peck Meadow Land ......................................... Vera Garrison Red Rose Katherine Bridges Chapel Bell ...................................... ..........41ice Huey Amazons’ Queen Mary Wells Ode I, Book I—Horace (Translation) .................... Cecelia Abrahams Appreciations Sara Henderson Hay Du Bose Heyward Class Poem: All in One Sarah Shepard ......Bill Clark Margaret Sessions The Mirror MIS WORLD AROUND The darkness floats around him: It clings about his face— All the downy bits of darkness Are floating in from space. The tiny fluffy feathers Of the night shut in his cry; The soft descending stillness Makes him feel that he will die. He cannot sec the heavens, Nor can he see their light; The shadowy film of darkness Shuts out from him all sight. He cannot breathe the pulseless air, Empty of tone and sound, For the dusky folds of evening Have wrapped his world around. Mnrtjnret Sessions [6] The Mirror president's MESSAGE I he graduating class of 1936 are issuing this book lest we forget our happy years in Phillips High School. It is pleasant to recall the Freshman curiosity and amazement in those thrilling days of assembling and of acquainting ourselves with new and interesting friends. YVe recall our Sopohomorc year of participation and of actually achieving what we had thought during our Freshman year was impossible. Athletics, arts, and other activities arc deeply impressed on our minds. We remember how greatly self-reliance and dependability were stressed during our Junior year; how we entered into the political life of Phillips, becoming council members, marshals, campaign speakers, and even candidates for student offices. How vividly our Senior experiences remain with us! Again we see the excellent Senior Play, the colorful opera “Carmen.” ns likewise we remember the dread mid-term examinations. All of us feel indebted to teachers for their assistance and to students for their Cooperation in making this book possible. To our alma mater, Phillips, we arc grateful for practice in working together and for cherished friendships. And now, classmates, as we turn through these pages, let us remember our class motto, “Non progredi est regredi”—“not to progress i to retreat. Having progressed this far, let us not turn back, but go forward to heights. With brave hearts and courageous spirits let us advance. Having overcome obstacles, may we enter new fie.ds with success and continued happiness. Frank Fede [71 The Mirror THE BEST LAID SCHEMES” SLOWLY and laboriously, old Mike O’Collin made his rounds, just as he had made them for the last twenty years. Stopping leisurely in front of the hank's largest vault, hr just as leisurely lighted his old briar pipe and peered through the grating of the vault. To stand within a few feet of hundreds of pounds of gold bullion might have given some people a thrill; to Mike, it was just a part of his routine to stop at the grating of the vault, punch his clock, and look through the tiny peep-hole to see if every thing was as it should be. And it was; just as it had been since the Corrigan-Moran holdup, seven years ago. Tonight Mike felt uneasy. Something in the air made him peer more closely at the shadowy corners, and look back over his shoulder in the iong tunnel that passed under Centerville’s Broadway to the vault he was even now leaving. A modern psychologist would, perhaps, have explained this feeling of Mike's as a sense of impending disaster brought on by that theoretical and much-talked-about sixth sense. To Mike it was merely a feeling, something like the one he had had seven years ago, just before the big robbery. He tried to console himself by rccal.ing the fact that he would retire on a pension next week, if he lived; and he had lived “nigh on to seventy, as he himself put it. He made his way cautiously back to the big desk in the spacious, shadowy office and took his scat. He proceeded to do exactly as he had done for the last twenty years— call the Chief of Police of Centerville and report every thing “okay”. If every thing wasn’t okay, or if Mike failed to catl at intervals of exactly one hour, the Police force of Centerville descended on the bank like the proverbial wolf on the fold—that is what they had done that winter night long ago when Mike had fallen asleep on his job and failed to call headquarters. Guess I'm genin' old,” he grumbled as he dialed his number. The big clock in the office boomed out two a. in.—on time as usual. “Police Headquarters,” Night Chief Watkins answered just as he always had done. It was the joke of the small town that the chief insisted on formalities while on duty. He was as jolly and fun-.oving while off duty, as he was serious and sober-minded while on duty. Hello, Chief, Mike speakin’. Everything’s okay.” O. K. is it? Well he—click, click,—” “That’s funny, old Mike drawled to himself, “wonder what’s ailin’ the chief? Course 1 knew what he was gonna say, but stiil the chief never hung up on hisseif before.” Outside it was cold. Wet, soggy sleet splattered on the tin roof of the garage behind the bank. Slowly, almost silently, a large auto slushed out of the alley and up into the shadow of the garage. Simultaneously with the stopping of the automobile, two sinister figures climbed out, each carrying something that looked like a suitcase or a valise. Yeah, the bars arc fixed. All we do is lit” dc bars out, git in, shut dc winder, [8] 'I' he Mirror nn trit dc ole man. When he makes his rounds, an’ nits back to dc desk to call dr police to mak’ his report, we’ll git him. Le’s go. He’s due to call in twentv minutes ft now. S-s-s-surc R-Rcd,’’ the smaller and more nervous of the two answered, ‘1-l-lct’s go. Cautiously the two climbed in through the window and even more cautiously made th-ir way to a dark corner from which they could watch old Mike at the desk. “Bang! Bang!” Sharply breaking the silence the clock struck two. causing the nervous one to jump. “Can it, will yuh? Want to let the ole man find us?” Red whispered. “Here, go ovah in dat corner and you'll see two wires. Cut de bottom tine. It’s de burglar alarm on dat vault. And don’t be so darn shaky: dev ain't nothin’ gonna slip. Now, go on. make it snappy! It’s jus' as good as done when de ole man quits talkin’. Two minutes later the smaller one shuffled back to Red’s side. I got it, he said. “Good, de ole man’s done hung up. I'm gonna give ’ini a chance to doze off an’ den bounce im on de nob.” As if Red had in some way commanded him, Mike’s old gray head fell back and he settled to doze until, as he thought, his next round. Slowly and quietly Red made his wav around the teller’s cage through the swinging door of the counter and behind old Mike's chair. At this moment a sickening thud broke the silence, and Mike slumped forward in his chair. Quick! Let's get dc stuff—de ole man's out. maybe for good—I dunno! Later old Mike opened his eyes in a room where all was white. It was the Centerville hospital. Sitting beside him was Chief Watkins, a smile beaming from his usually stoic face. “What happened?’ quavered Mike. “What happened? Why two darned blubbers tried to rob the bank. As if they could pull that on the Centerville Police! Why the minute you hung up. before I was thru talkin', 1 knew somethin’ was up, so 1 put out and caught the darned blubbers just as they was goin’ to work on the vault. The .ittlc one’s already confessed; told about cuttin’ the burglar alarm and everythin’. “But, Chief, l-I-I didn’t hang up. 1 thought you did!” “You didn’t—what? the chief boomed, “Then bv gorrah. I know why the big one’s been ravin’ and veilin’, 'Yuli cut de wrong wire’. The wire he cut was the telephone wire! —Ralph Chandler [9] The Mirror NIGHTFALL Honeysuckle makes a bower round my tired head; Greenest grasses make a pillow for my mossy bed. Breezes laughing gently fan the flames within my heart, To make this spot of woodland a tiny world apart. Nightbirds crying, softly flying over the darkening lea, Sing a song the twilight long, a sighing melody; And as tbc golden sunset cradles the sky within her arms 1 wonder at earth’s beauty and her inviting charms. —Ber niece Jennings NIGHT SONG The Rain is a Lady With long tapering fingers, Softly strumming For faerie singers A thousand-stringed harp. And the notes—how they spill! As they float with a trill From the vciicd Moon, In silvery tunc. Through the mists of night. —Sarah Shepard [10] The Mirror BROAD ACRES I vv prude jones was enjoying himself. The smell of the crisp, country air and the ■ beauty of nature brought color to his face. The Colonel riding by his side seemed to sense his mood and, all the way from town, told him stories of his wonderful farm. ‘‘I nearly let the farm get away from me. I can appreciate it more now. because I nearly lost it.” “What do you mean by ‘You nearly lost it’?” Ivy questioned. He had thought all his life that the farm was the Colonel’s. “I put a mortgage on it when cotton went down, but the money for the last payment is in my pocket now. Lucky thing too. hr cause the bank let it get out of its hands. Some fellow from the North who wants it bought the mortgage. Me—whoever he is—intends to close me out. Tomorrow’s the last day, and I’m going to fool him by paying in full. I’ll feel a lot better when I have the d:ed secure again. Say! 1 was going to tell you about the time the sheriff and I used to p.ay Injun over in the swamp— When Ivy saw the substantial house loom into view and outline itself against the sky, he felt love for the old farm that he had seen but once before, although it had been in the family for generations. He was g.ad the Colonel was not going to lose it. Adventure seemed to overtake him: and just to think, he had wanted to stay in town all summer. “How are you, Irving?” (Aunt Susie insisted on calling him that) “I’m glad to sec you. How’s your mother? Come in.” Glad to see his aunt, he began to chat merrily. 1 sec you have company,” Ivy said, as he noticed two men coming up, both seeming restless and uneasy. “They’re our roomers. Mr. Jenkins, this is our nephew. “Good day, said Jenkins. He seemed anxious about something. “This is Mr. Cord Weaver. Mr. Weaver turned around and spoke. “I’ve got the money, interrupted the Colonel. “I’m so glad you have. said his wife. Jenkins, who seemed startled, walked off hurriedly, with Weaver running at his hee.s like a terrier. Ivv went into the house. Having put on his “jrans, he a;c dinner hastily and then went out to look over the place. He threw a rock at a field mouse and fed the rabbits; he helped a negro dump corn to the mules, slop the pigs, anti measure hull and meal for the cow. As he strolled about, doing everything and nothing, the day came to a close. The light was dimming when he ventured into the old house, former.y used to smoke meat, but which now housed a chicken coop, farm implements, and sacks of fine cotton seed. As he lifted a crokersack which covered the coop, he was met by the scoldings of a hen sheltering her brood. Not caring to cause a disturbance, he turned his attention elsewhere. Boards stretching across the rafters formed an attic. He climbed up hoping to find last year’s walnuts, and was about to come down when he heard Curt, a farm hand, with Jenkins. “What’s you gonna give us? Curt asked. [II] T ii e Mirror You’ll get what I give you. And what’s more, you’ll take it and like it! I warn you, nigger; do as I sav!” Ivy's heart ticked. He didn’t feel scared, hut he did not want the men below to find him listening. In the twilight Ivy saw Jenkins, a skinny man with snake-like eyes. Mr. Jenkins, we niggers ain’t gonna do yo’ under-work for yo no mo’! I calls oft our help right now! A cat-like movement brought a gun from Jenkins’ arm-pit. I have something here to make you do as I say. The negro’s eyes grew large as he fell back toward the door. Weaver, who had been outside, appeared sudden.v. We got him, ain’t we, boss! he said, digging a gun into the back of the negro. I ain’t seen nobody fool Ben McCorbey, he continued. You fool. “Sure! Sure! I’m to call you ‘Jenkins’. Sure I remember. Yer have to excuse me, boss. I forget—I’m so used to calling you bv yo’ right name. Ivy saw the negro kneel in the dirt at Jenkins’ feet. Mr. Jenkins, let us niggers ’lone. We don’t want to get into nothin'. You made us do it. Yo’s said we could pay dat way. When we paid, yo’ threatened to put us in jail. Wc niggers ain't no criminals—we gors t’ church. All wc wants is to be let ’lone.” The negro was suddenly aroused by a fierce kick from Jenkins, Get up! You’re in with us now. You can’t get away from us like that. Get vour other negroes and be at the shack at nine o'clock sharp! Ivy remained hidden in the darkness of the attic. He saw the frightened negro go away. Well, Mr. Weaver, said Jenkins, We’ll keep the Colonel from paying off his notes by kidnaping him for a little while; then the mortgage will be ours. I'm telling you the farm is worth a pretty sum. It’s the best location in the state for the new flying field. The deal is all set. Won’t wc be sitting pretty? Weaver, ol boy, our money worries will soon be over! Now, let's go over our plans for the last time. At eight, we start pinocle; at eight-thirty, the sleeping powders will be working on the old Colonel; at nine o’clock. Curt will come and carry him to the swamp cabin. Go check up with these niggers. Jenkins moved toward the door. Ivy found it easy to follow him. At length they crossed the road, where the trees swallowed the man and the boy following. In a few seconds, he came in sight of Jenkins talking to a smail negro. After a minute. Jenkins passed on, leaving the negro as a look-out. Ivy saw there was nothing to do but wait. If he went forward, the negro would warn the gang; and he couldn’t cross the field because it would outline him against the sky, now white with moonlight. When the negro guard found himself a comfortable place among the leaves, he lay down anil began to take cat-naps. Ivy glanced at his watch. Eight-thirty. The negro was soon fast as.cep. Eight-forty! Ivy slipped by the guard. A few hundred yards brought him in sight of the shack where laughing and talking were going on. Ivy neared, and, peeping through a small cra:k, he saw a table with cards and glasses on it. To better his position, he went cautiously around the house, where he came suddent) upon guns— twelve, all empty. ‘‘This meant, thought Ivy, that twelve negroes were to come at nine. He must help the Colonel—but how! Maybe it would be better if he went back to the house to summon the sheriff. A glance at his watch showed him [12] T h e Mirror that ho hail better keep concealed. Ho was not a bit too soon, for from a thicket, merged a band of negroes. Ivy lay low against the house in its shadow. Little was said by the negroes, who were dressed in strange c.othes, with masks covering their faces. At a signal, they seized the guns and burst into the shack. Ivy heard Curt call, I P with yo’ hands! This am a stick-up!” “Hind him, Jenkins ordered, “he’s out completely.” I hope yo is right, suh. 'cause I don’t want to git in bad wid de Colone.,” said one of the negroes. “Bury your hopes, said Jenkins gruffly, and tic me and Weaver up. He quick about it.” The bumping inside indicated that the gang were roping the hands of the three men. Ivy saw them take the Colonel out the door, the others staying behind to receive further orders. Curt, take the Colonel over to the swamp cabin. Jenkins whispered. ' Keep him there until 1 come. I’ll be there as quick as I can. P.ace guards on the lookout. Take to the swamp if someone comes. lvv didn't know much about the swamp, but he had heard of it from the Colonel, who said he had been lost in it once. Then the Colonel had added, I learned the swamp all right, but I nearly starved in the attempt. When I got home, everybody was out on a hunting party for me. Ivy saw Curt come out and disperse the gang. With good reason to dread the swamp, Ivy followed close behind on the inky-black trail. aking pains to cover up their tracks, the gang went on with their burden for about fifteen minutes, through the woods and the swamp, where moss and under-growth would show no footprints. Tearing he would lose himself, Ivy dug his feet into the ground and pul.ed up soft moss, bent branches, and twigs to set up land marks. W hen they reached the swamp cabin they went inside where they tied the Colonel, now fast asleep, to a strong bench. Ivy, going near enough to peep though a crack, saw that the cabin was empty—no furniture, no provisions. Me saw that the Colonel’s hands were tied so tightiy that the cords cut the flesh. Curt bawled, Shame on yo’ for tying the Colonel’s hands so tight. ’ ”Yo’ mind yo' own business. “Take that!” Curt vcl.cd. The negro toppled, and lay grinning on the floor. You’re the boss. Curt. Yo’ know we aint gonna do nothin’ yo’ don t tell us. Hut l’sc worried; we ain’t gonna git nothin’ out of this. Come on. let s git out of it. Yo wait a while. We’ll git something all right! When Mr. Jenkins gits the property we'll black-mail him. What's dat? We’l. make him give us money or else tell on him! Curt continued. Who? The sheriff, of course. Will he help us git our money? No! No! We’ll just tell Mr. Jenkins that we is gonna teli. Heing this thing is underhanded, he'll pay us to keep quiet.” He’ll kili you! 1 can see a gleam of devilment in dat man's eye sharper than my wife’s when she's runnin’ at me wid a razor.” [13] T he Mirror He won r git dar chance again, said Curt, ’cause I’s earning a gun in mv pocket. One of the negroes who had stood hack and listened, suggested that thev get out and keep an eye open. Ivy was impatient to he off. ”1 11 bring the sheriff here, and catch Jenkins red-handed. He could see, as he picked his way through the thicket, that the thing was not well planned. Glad to reach the edge of the swamp and to he in the open, Ivy wondered if the two men were still in the shack. Anyway, he’d find out; then he would arouse the household and the sheriff. As he came in sight of the shack, he saw that he wouldn t have to arouse the household. Aunt Susie was untving the two men. Ivy crept close to the house and heard Jenkins say, I thought you were never coming. I hey ve got the Colonel! A bunch of hel.ions have kidnaped him.” 1 he frail woman hurst into tears. Ivy slipped away and went directly to the house to telephone, “Hello, Sheriff, this i Ivy Prude Jones.” What? Is this a joke? Ivy Prude Jones! 1 never heard such a name outside of a sideshow. I want no jokes. Goodnight!” “Say, wait a minute, Sheriff, I am Ivy Prude Jones, I called you to----” What do you want. Mr. Jones? I he name sounds mighty fictitious to me. Why don’t you answer?” You won’t give me a chance. Mr. Sheriff, listen: I'm the nephew of Colonel Winter. Two men have plotted against him. They’ve kidnapped him.” “What? Where are you? Arc you at the Colonel’s home?” I’m calling from there. I'll meet you about a mile up the road.” Tm coming right out—. Don’t let the Colonel get hurt or I’ll-------” lvv set off immediately on the road toward town, intending to meet him. At last the sheriff came into view with two deputies. Whoa! So you’re the fellow that told us about the Colonel? Where is he?” “They have him in the swamp cabin!” I know where the place is. Let's go. Ride behind us. I remember playing Injun with the Colonel down there in the swamp when we were young bucks—we’ll cut off and take a short cut. I’ve been doing some checking up on the new-comer who calls himself Jenkins.” As they approached the sinister swamp, Ivy interrupted, “We should go in easy, sir. They have guards out.” I he sheriff retorted hotly, “Don't 1 know I’m dealing with a crook! Son, that fellow doing the plotting is Pen McCorbey. As I was saying. I’ve been checking up on him for the last month. He is a real estate shark. He scours the country squeezing property from unlucky people, by buying mortgages and forcing them to his hard bargains. I nril this turned up I could find nothing to charge him with. He’s got a mortgage on the Colonel’s place, which expires tomorrow.” They rode along the edge of the swamp and continued on foot. Gradually they could ce the place, dnrk but loud with angry voices. The sheriff signaled to rush the door. Pursting inside, they found the Colonel on the floor with Jenkins and Weaver standing over him. So surprised were they, that they didn't offer resistance. “Is the Colonel hurt?” asked Ivy. [14] % The Mirror “No, by gad, but I sure thought he was,” said a deputy as he bent over the sleeping form. “Jim,” ordered the sheriff, “Take these men to town. We’ll get the Colonel to a doctor. “Ivy, go to the house and put Mrs. Winter at case; te.l her to ’phone the doctor, and tell her we’ll be there right off.” • • ■ « Approaching the house, Ivy heard his Aunt Susie and the old negro housekeeper talking excitedly. “Where is Ivy?” Ivy stopped to listen. “I don’t know, ‘mam. 1 seen him in the co’n Held when 1 went to see Boss. He went over to a neighbor’s on a’ errand fo' the Colonel. He fed the stock — “Here comes the Colonel with the sheriff!” interrupted Aunt Susie, before Ivy could speak for wonder at the sight of the two. “Ivy, my boy, we've come to get you to go with us to town to pay off the mortgage. The farm is ours again! Yes, our farm! and Ivy, you and I ill never sell it for a government Hying field, will we! A cotton Held for us. Ivy!’’ —Frank Hurt y LILACS Pale purple lilacs again Filling the air with dreams I had almost forgotten. I can remember when dreams were destiny; Now when lilacs bloom— Have I outgrown them Like stilts And stories of seven-league boots? —Curl Bastirn [15] T h £ Mirror kewpie land “Knoxvcst thou the land” where the Kcwpics dwell Far over the sea in an emerald dell? I is said they awake with the meadow lark’s song As it flies past their home at the break of dawn. I heir wine is the dew'drops left in the flowers; I heir food, the honey from clover bee bowers. I hey have nothing to do the livelong day Hut to sing and to dance the hours away, Or to swim in their sparkling, Sapphire stream (Where on moonlight nights fairy wings gleam) 1 ill twilight steals across the sky And the birds sing the Kcwpies a lullaby. Lilian Dclotty [16J T H E M I R R () R TWICE-TOLD ROMANCE nj NE May morning Spring frolicked in the outdoors. It drew Camba.o out to the open woods. Birds sang overhead and some startled flew from his path. Early spring flowers peered shyly from amid the tail grasses, and the fresh blue skies of early morn smi.ed above him. Rapt in the beauties around him. Cambalo wandered idly along. As the sun rose higher, Cambalo suddenly awoke to the fact that noon was near and he was far from home. Sw n the members of his father's court would be sitting around the table at their midday meal, and his practical father would be growing impatient as he wondered what could be keeping him. Rebellion tided his soul, for he was not like his brother, Algarsyf, who was fond of jousting and adventure. Rather for him was the quiet of the woods and the companionship of God’s creatures. Only his sister, C’anace, really understood him. Dear Can ace—she too loved nature. But. since her coming marriage was not far off. preparation for the festivity filled her waking hours. As he was thinking, his meditations were interrupted by a noise in the bush. Lo! suddenly, he stood face to face with his double! “Who are you and whence come you?” he asked after a brief moment of silence. “I am called Shambalo, and mv home is here in the forest, answered the vouch. “And you?” 1 am Cambalo, son of Cambinskin,” answered he. “You are far from home,” answered the youth, “and it is lunch time. Won’t you share my lunch with me? 'With pleasure,” answered Cambalo. After lunch they lay upon the bank of a sma.l stream and looked dreamily at the waters be ow. A mutual liking had sprung up brtween the two. and they began to exchange confidences. One told of his longing for rite gay life of the court; the Other, of his longing for the pensive life of the woods. Finally, it was agreed upon that since each desired the life of the other, they would exchange identities. By this arrangement each would enjoy for a time the life he wished, and no one would know the difference. 1 have always lived in the woods.” said Shambalo. “My mother and I are here alone now. While my father lived, the three of us hail an enjoyable time, for he taught me the use of the sword and told me stories of the wondrous times of his youth. Since he died a few years ago and left the two of us alone. 1 am unable to leave my mother for long periods. I love my mother and these woods, but youth wants the companionship of youth, love, and gay adventures. These thing never come here: my mother and I sec only each other years upon end. “I understand how you feel, said Cambalo. “1, tot), like court life at times. But one ever wants what one can not have, and of late I have sought the quiet woods where everything seems a friend. Because court life makes many demands and allows [17] The Mirror one little time to himself, I fear that 1 have often been missing when duty called, in spite of the fact that my father has little use for shirkers and consequently cannot understand me. How I should enjoy being in your position for a time! • « • In the meantime, events at court were of a less pleasant nature. Canacc had looked into the magic mirror, and there before her astonished eyes was the face of her fiance, Cadmond, shown false to her. Cadmond accompanied by his brother Tidmond, came at the summons of the king. When charged with the truth, he said, “Since all men walk with a ‘long tether,’ I shall not relinquish your daughter without a strugg.c. She has been promised me, and it would ill become you to go back on your word.” “My honor is good,” said Cambinskin. “I love my daughter and she wishes to be free. Will you not show your knighthood by giving her freedom? Either I or one of my family would like to protect the honor of his house on the field of combat. Canacc has been ill used and she must be avenged.” “On one condition, said her fiance, “in case of my death.'Tidmond, ray brother, will fight my slayer, and the winner of the combat shall have Canacc to keep and hold.” In the midst of the excitement which prevailed in the castle while Cambinskin’s armor was being buckled on, Shambalo entered unnoticed and listened as Canacc, afraid for her father, begged him not to fight. “Dear father, she said, I know that you are doing this for me. Hut have you thought of the sacrifice that you might be called upon to make? Please, father, consider your loving daughter and spare her the fear attendant upon such a risk. The distress of the beautiful Canace touched Shamba’.o’s heart, and he, too, joined in her pleas. These were the conditions: if Cambinskin were killed, his subjects would suffer: also, Cadmond had a strong following among the knights; and Algarsvf, the logical successor to the throne, was far distant from his country; then too, Cambalo was not versed in the affairs of state. So the result would be that Cadmond, or Tidmond, (if Cadmond were dead), would probably seize the throne. For this reason it behooved Cambalo to do the fighting, and this argument finally convinced the king. When Canacc turned her entreaties upon the supposed Cambalo, she was gently but firmly put aside and told that there were some things that men must fight for. During the battle Shambalo carried the magic sword and the magic ring which would not let him bleed; Cadmond, on the field of honor, wore a black suit which made him immune from ail sword thrusts except those dealt bv one free from sin. Since he was wicked he never expected to meet in battle a virtuous knight, but such was his fate. Shambalo, having lived all his life alone in the woods, had never been tempted to sin. The consequence was, after a brief period of fierce fighting, Shambalo won by virtue of his strength. Strange to tell, both combatants had the assistance of magic. Canacc'$ ring was not the only aid to the understanding of bird tongues, for Tidmond by virtue of black magic was also able to understand. As a result, the conversation between Cambalo [18] The Mirror and Shambalo having been overheard by the birds, the gossiping of two songsters in the branches above Tidmond. as he stood waiting for the fight to end. revealed to him the truth. After the defeat of his brother, Cadmond, he questioned the eligibility of Cam-balo as the agreement had been for one of the family to fight. The silence that fell was broken when the real Cambalo and Shambalo’s mother appeared upon the scene. She believing the time had come for Shambalo to know the truth, had told his impersonator her story. She explained that the father of Shambalo had been Cambinskin’ favorite brother, who, because envious people had convinced Cambinskin of his brother’s intentions to seize the throne, had been driven from the court. Since the very sreurity of their hiding place had been kept secret, they did not know that after the passing of long years a deathbed confession had revealed the conspiracy. The resulting search for the missing family had been in vain. At last all difficulties being cleared up. the surprised Cambalo. knowing the delight it would give the king to sec his brother's wife again, brought her into his presence. After a joyous reunion. Shambalo. his right to fight for Canace now firmly established, turned and engaged Tidmond in combat, but Tidmond, a better fighter than his brother, wounded Shambalo several times. How fortunate that Tidmond in the heat of battle left himself unguarded! At that fatal moment Shambalo thrust him through the heart. As a reward Cambinskin promised his nephew anything in his power to give. After learning that Canace was willing, the victor asked for his cousin's hand. And tradition records that their marriage was a long and happy one. —Bessie Davis 119] 'I he Mirror MARCHING Tramp, tramp, tramp; what is that steady, throbbing, earth-shaking noise? What is that peculiarly familiar thumpity-thump that accompanies the drum beat? Now I know why my nerves are tense; why my feet keep in step of their own volition. Marching boots, marching feet come around the corner. Hooray! How the glistening bayonets reflect the sun’s rays! How the shining rifles gleam in the sunlight! Here come sturdy men with sixty-pound packs on their backs. Here come officers with their leather and their sabers a-shinc. And, at '.ast—the colors! The good old red, white, and blue: Who knows a prettier flag! What of the crowd? Beside me. an o.d woman in black, gazes: her sun-bleached eyes swimming in tears, her body heaving with sobs that keep time with the boots. She felt my stare, turned, and controlling her tears, gasped, “My boy— marched In front of her, a hov and girl, about seven or eight, are screaming, jumping and waving toy flags. And there is a young lady admiring her hero as he marches, the center of the whole show. Why am 1 interested in marching men? Men have marched since they have had ability to organize. They have marched as Romans, as Englishmen, and as Americans. My forefathers and yours have marched to war and a few have come back. That is the War Spirit, the fever of war reverberating through the ages. War marches on! —Horry Koil'itx —o— WAR Beat, heat, Sounded the drums. The song of war was on. To soldiers, the future lay Unknown. Tramp, tramp. They came marching Row after row so brave. While high above, the stars and stripes Did wave. Silence— Deep, deep silence— Oppressive silence falls upon The group of weary men, marching On, on. Onward Down through the years. Shall there he eternal beat of drums? Shall there be forever the sound of weary feet And guns? [20] —Alice Huey T he Mirror “the music goes ’round and ’round” I oe Carlton's composition was the most perfectly harmonized, the most delicately rhythmed, the most original and inspired music that had ever been written—so he believed; and nothing should swerve him from a musical career. Life as an accountant was too matter-of-fact, too routine. True his income was sufficient; and his friends were agreeable enough, though they seemed not to appreciate his artistic efforts. However, he himself was too sure of his talent to let their criticism or their indifference discourage him. Nor could their frivolity tempt him into wasting his leisure on bridge and tennis. Some day his genius would he appreciated. This he realized as he played the just-completed masterpiece through again and marveled at its perfection. No use to try to discuss it further with his friends. The thing to do now was to send this “Sonate , as he proudly called it. to Virgil Winters. There was a man who recognized ability; and he was known to have encouraged beginners. Joe would address and mail it now. A few days of waiting. Thrn lie would drop bv for congratulations and royalties. • • • By the time the carefully wrapped, neatly labeled package reached the littered desk of the critic, Virgil Winters was in no humor to encourage anyone. He himself was embarrassed because he had advised his company to publish a song of which not more than two dozen copies had been sold. Hut the recollection of a worse blunder haunted him: he had been loud in condemning young Hob McCann, whose musical comedies were now furnishing the tunes of the town. And, as if to rub it in. the young upstart had just telephoned him, of all people, and asked for some new composition, his offhand manner seeming to say that he, the great McCann, could make a hit of anything. Hut all that was spilt milk, and Winters might as well try out this new thing on the ramshackle, long-suffering piano. Horrors! It was impossible. A conglomeration of over-worked themes and exaggerated discords. Did “Joseph Carlton” expect serious consideration? What was the musical world coming to? Suddenly Winters’ dull eyes gleamed. Why not send this hodge-podge to the dauntless McCann? Of course, lie would have sense enough not to ruin himself by accepting it, but let him have the experience of rejecting Carlton's masterpiece. Hob had asked for music; and he, Virgil Winters, would go on record as not having refused it. • • • On glancing at the music thus sent him. Hob McCann danced up and down. It was really grand of Winters to help out like that! A big man would admit that he had made a mistake. This music was exact.) what he needed: conspicuousl ridiculous, it was perfect for his comedy scene. It was something to be recognized and even boosted by an erstwhile enemy. It would be a pleasure to welcome and reward this newcomer. Joe Carlton. Oh. the musical world was great! [21] T HE M I R R o R Joe decided to wait another two days before calling at the publishing house for his composition. Why hurry? Or worry, either? Such a marvelous work as that was safe. So, to pass the time—and half in pity—, he would go to this new McCann success. Quite a crowd, he noticed as he entered to the rhythm of the orchestra. Some day. an orchestra, ten times the size of this one would be playing one of his great works and people would applaud loudly as he took bow after bow. He triumphed; but soon his smile changed into an unbelieving stare. Certainly, that horrible orchestra could not be playing his music. Of course not! Hut some of the strains were the same, yet how different they sounded. What was he to think? Tortured he rushed out. On reaching his apartment, he flopped disgustedly into a chair. He had believed himself original. Original! Humph! His friends had been right; music was a cjueer business. One hail onl to go into a musical comedy show and hear his identical theme and rhythm s.aughtered. Well, that music could just stay at the music house; he certainly had more sense now than to go back and have it thrown at him. Why not remain an accountant after ail? Originality was at a discount there, and there were no heartbreaks. It was not too late to accept that invitation to play bridge tomorrow night. And there was still plenty of time before going to bed to string the old tennis racket. —Mary Garrett [22] The Mirror PROJECTS NOT FINANCED BY XYZ I. THE TENNIS COURT I T was a hot, sunny, quiet Sunday. Finding no program worth my valuable time, I snapped off the radio and angrily walked into my bedroom. From the assortment of baseball gloves, footballs, golf clubs and what-not, 1 picked my tennis racket and waved it around vigorously, depicting Bill Tilden. While doing my backhand lob, I heard a car's horn. Rushing out, 1 saw three friends who were all eager to play the glorious game of tennis. With the gas meter at zero, we proceeded happily to the tennis court, hoping to come home within the car not behind it. It was during our trip that we planned one of the most daring projects ever undertaken by us—building a tennis court! As usual, no one was on the court, and as usual, no sooner had we got our shoes filled with dust, than there was a hopeful crowd calling the familiar phrase, “We got the winners.” The phrase slowly changed to threats. To prevent threats becoming actions, we reluctantly retired to the future site of our private court. We sat under the magnolia tree, deliberately picturing the future triumph, despite the towering weeds and the rugged ground. With the sparrows sleeping above and pictures of the court drawn on the ground below, we left in firm accord to build a tennis court of our own. Monday evening after school, when the blazing sun was sending shafts down futilcly upon the cowering dust, I was drinking water under the large tree and pretending that I had worked hard. When the curfew tolled the knell of parting day, 1 slowly wound my way over the .ea home to tend my tender palms. The second day was more eventful. Some small boys wanted to work so that they may play when the court is finished. Agreeing readily, all of us big ones” sat under the magnolia tree and calculated. With my back against the tree, my feet crossed, slowly shaking back and forth, and my tongue slowly diminishing a popsicklc, I thought of the most tcrribic thing possible. Who was to buy the net, the backstops, the sand, and the other paraphernalia? “Paraphrasia” seized the trio when 1 further added that the cost would be more than $10. And when the time came that all good boys must say goodnight, the sparrows were sleeping above and a group of discouraged figures shivered on the ground below. [23] The Mirror On the third day, the “little ones evidently “played out. We had to leave the shade of the majestic tree and cut weeds. Had the weeds only been daffodils, the sparrows, skylarks and nightingales, we might have done a good job; as it was, the surface of the court resembled nothing so much as the gray ocean in a fury. On the first day of spring (March 21) one of our charter members hitched his stubborn pony to a scraper. With a powerful jab of the stocky foot and a blast of air, the pony slowly walked around. Each jab of each hoof left a hole large enough to hide a tennis ball. In a deliberative mood we retired from the disgusting scene to conceive a clever plan. Why not tie tow sacks on those offending hoofs? As simple as the mice belling the cat! Who could summon enough nerve to do the tying? However, concluding that in union there is courage as well as strength, we jumped at the steed and cjuickly but firmly adjusted the sacks. The pony must have had a sudden attack of spring fever—he didn’t open his eves. He clumsily lifted sack and feet once, then refused to move. What an embarrassing moment! The poltroons laughed and jeered and even the pony with a loud neigh woke to agree. Finally with all patience ended, we unhitched the beast with an order to “scram.” We retreated to the magnolia tree but night overtook our plans, and away we went home to dream of the day when the court would be smooth and the jeering spectators wistfully hoping for us to ask them to play. Robert Beyer [24] The Mirror II. THE GARDEN January 25. “Yes, Madam, I desire to see some hooks on gardening.” After glancing over a few, choosing the ones with largest print and cutest binding, the future horticulturist wends his way home, thinking of the vast garden of next summer. After trying in vain to read the books without paying attention to the highly scientific terms. he was as lacking in the knowledge of husbandry as the highly efficient government “Trypto-lemus.” Giving up all hope of acquiring the necessary knowledge from books, he received his education from loquacious straw-chewing farmers and concise mail house catalogues. At last the sweet daughter of the rough sire of winter comes forth, hanging her infant blossoms upon bare trees and unlocking the flowers to paint the soil. Out of the house comes the exuberant city farmer with his lofty ambition to build a garden rivaling Eden. Carefully removing the price tags from his new tools, he starts the backbreaking task of digging hdle in the rocky, sandy ground. His ambition never wanes; he is determined to puncture the ground. In each hole he places very carefully a seed, “guaranteed to rise in 30 days or another furnished absolutely free.” All the hard work over, joyfully he covers the holes and warns his children to stay away from his treasured piece of land. That night, in the restful silence of his home, the ambitious tiller of the soil painfully lies, redolent of rubbing alcohol. April 8. Time painfully passes on. Under the spreading plum tree reclines the yeoman, proudly surveying the landscape. Bird baths, stone scats and white trellises adorn the parched hillside, but not a blade of grass. He recalls exactly how cleverly he arranged his flowers. Gazing at the lonely trellises, he imagines how the twisted eglantine will appear upon the crudely constructed boardwork. All is finished; the rest is up to tile sun and the “guaranteed seeds.” The sun did its share; in fact, a huge water bill is evidence of an attempt to dampen its ardor. April 10 to May 22. Every morning, upon his sore knees, the sad man carefully feels the ground. Ail of his labor, all of his dreams of a second Garden of Eden arc dissolved like a shiny bubble. Carefully pulled blades of grass he angrily throws away . Thoroughly disgusted, the unsuccessful florist casts the trellises down to the basement to be used for kindling wood. May 23. One bright morning, upon his knees is the man, examining the ground. With a scream of excitement he rises, runs around the field frantically calling for a flower pot in which to place his treasure. Nervously he jams his clumsy finger into the loose dirt, and plants his treasure. Away he runs to show his achievement to the cranky and skeptical neighbors. December. 6. Time flies along. In the window a green plant in a gay jardiniere offers a delightful contrast with the snow covered landscape. Beside it sits a man, chin cupped in his palms. How fair is a garden amid the thoughts of toil and pain! —Robert Beyer [25J The Mirror HUMORESQUE • • • THE JIG-SAW PUZZLE With glassy eyes and throbbing head, As hour bv hour went bv, A boy, who should have been in bed, Sat fitting a jig-saw sky. And then he made the jig-saw grass, And too—some jig-saw sheep. The test next day he failed to pass, Recause he was asleep. —Horry Lifison THE SPOOKS “When the moon comes over the mountain,” And the ghosts are playing around, We hear the weird sounds from the fountain. And the yelp and bay of the hound. When the owl says, “Who, Who, Who,” Each pulls the cover over his head. When the ghost says, “You, You, You,” Wc act bravely although we are scared. —To to Smiley [26] The Mirror UPHEAVAL! In the days of old. Before knights were bold. The honest man trod With safety the sod. “And birds and beasts were there,” For man had set no snare— And there was no fear of Jove. After this golden time Because everything did not rhyme. Men said rulers should he routed: Then, to the Earth, Hades spouted. And there was fear of Jove. Tom Smiley o IN REVERSE Nights and days In endless maze I spend in writing verse. Mental pains Have brought no gains, But criticism terse. Every line Shows some decline. As each atttempt grows worse. JIarry Upson [27] T h e Mirror CLASS statistics: leap fog “When Life leaps in the veins, When it heats in the heart, When it thri.ls as it fills Every animate part, Where lurks it ? Who works it? We scarcely detect it.” Hut statistics reflect it. This Leap Year Senior Class of '36 should record first that there are 1 IS feminine members in an enrollment of 194: the majority means if the feminine contingent were all to leap. 42 would have to go to extra-territorial boundaries, bur be it said women's ambitions are not bounded by clique or class. Leaping by this group, however, is worth mentioning: our poundage aggregating 25,000 pounds: but high spirits can overcome bodily resistance. If some of our young architects were to build a spire using the members of this class as material, the height would be 1,100 feet. How lofty! How high-minded! Warning: Remember Macbeth who aspired and expired; and drama, if not history, oft repeats itself. There are 117 students preparing for pedagogical positions. 116 of these wish to be appointed supervisors, 'flic other one will be content as a principal. War is on, with the narrow margin of 116 to I favoring the lowly. 50 members have ambitions to diagnose and dose, but as yet not one has offered to be a patient for these doctors. If to dose proves as deadly as to diagnose, the doctors will have need for patience in lieu of patients. Frank McDonald has taken four years of Latin in preparation for his physician’s career. Hut who wants to hear Latin even when he’s well? And when he’s sick, Latin will be to him prophetically a dead language. Aggregate number of times locker keys have been lost—10,001. The last one was the result of Elna Erickson’s willfulness in having a bottom locker. Moral: Always aspire to the higher. Number of pupils leaping up stairs to library during one day—0. Number of pupils leaping down to the lunch room during same day—194. Deduction: The relative values of physical and mental feeding lead to the conclusion that figures do not falsify. Judging from the number who leap impatiently to the door at the ringing of the 2:55 bell, the statistician prophesies that 94 masculine members will be hurdlers. Question: What part does gallantry play in our modern age? Convention says, “Ladies precede gentlemen.’’ Now let us take a great leap in the dark and give an accurate account of the events of that extra 29th day inflicted upon us in our last year. Once upon a time, a large group was journeying along the road to Boston to protest against the deflation of the diploma. Among these were Margaret Hloomston Brinson, Q. T. Barrett, Pauline Bomar Johnson, Harry Huntington Howell, Sophia Ernestine McBryde, Frances Elease Craig. I Ouis Dominick Delaney, Eugene Lovoy Cottingham. Lorcnc Josephine Harris, Claude Ezell Davis, Beatrice Darden McCormack. Frank Burgess Fairley, Jane Vance Horton, Ralph Phillips Patterson, Amelia Clark Warner, Fred Burks Vandergrift, Marjorie Jean McDuff, Gaston Simmons Brown, Marjorie Sumner Schuster, Barton Bobo Presley, Edna Seibert Bouchcllc, Claude Lammons Barrett, Jean Bragan Howell, and Ed. Huev Krantz. [28] The Mirror From the mix-up. your statistician concludes that deflation as well as inflation is a “muddied” question. There were many Bridges alone the road to he crossed and traveling was rather slow. However, the entire group was congenial and Witt-y. Pastoral peace and tranquillity reigned on either side of the road. At one place, a Shepard with a Sharpe-pointed Hazel switch was leading Back to the flock a fleecy White, Marino lamb. Farther on, a little, Young, Downey bird, somewhat resembling a Martin or a Robbie in an Ogletrce, was attempting to chirp its first Carroll. But the travelers burst forth with Mary laughter when a Frank-countenanced Friedman from the Letand of Scotland was suddenly plunged by the Horne of a Billy goat into an Artesian Well. Clark! Clark! See that dark Brown Hawk swooping down! There’s a Savagelooking Povnter, partially Hydc-ing behind that Butsch, poised watching. “Oh.” cried Amelia Clark, “that lovely White Lillie! I wonder if I Mac Pluck it?” Barton Bobo leaped to cut it and said, “Eu lette me pick it.” Another grew right Back in its place. “How much farther now?” “Oh, it’s Miles and Miles to Kirkwood Tree. That’s near Boston.” “Will ette he all right to eat now? “Fine, we have some Cookies, some Bartlett pears, some Turnipseed, some tea in the Brewer and a couple of Pecks of spuds! You Mae have this Honcy-cutt into pieces. But be careful, or you’ll need a Bibb to keep the sweet things from your V’est s. Ask Iras Mac Smith if Sweet Things don’t have the stickability of a Leach. Also there arc some grapes fresh from the Vinyard. Here’s some luscious corn on the Cobb and wc can Cook some Rice.” Then, after having stuffed and stuffed, how they Long ed for a bed. A Bed ’ford s so much comfort after a long walk. Seeing that all the Box-es of Jack were intact, they proceeded. “Do you like to Reed?” “Oh, yes, yes, vcs. Especially the lives and adventures of Bruce, Marie Antoinette, Thomas Jefferson, Robert E. Lee, Wilson, Queen Elizabeth, Milton, Horace, Eugene Fields, Richard the Lionhcarted. Charles the Great, Helen of Troy, and the Queen Anne Wars.” Soon they neared a stream too wide to Hopp er leap across. What should they do? From the Glenn there, one husky boy chopped some wood for building a ship similar to the ancient Jifty-oared Grecian ship, the Argo. If they were able to Wade through some Halbrooks on a previous expedition, surely they could Rowe across this Didiakc. Safely on the other side, the road Led hetter and more quickly to the Chappeilc at Kirkwood tree. There a Sylvia-y Gray-haired priest showed them some pictures gathered by Parrish Parsons at Oxford. These were of Abraham’s descendants— Lott, Daniel, King David, Matthews, James, and Paul. The pictures were rather Hays-y and yellow with age. For some Knight or Earl or Mae be a King Louis of France had collected them in Holland centuries earlier. Among the pos Sessions of this priest was a beautiful, stained glass window Payne in the Had. Soon, after a few more leaps and bounds, the entire entourage reached Boston, accomplished the purpose, received 194 rcinflated diplomas, and lived happily ever after. Don’t think I've received a Dent on my head in Tcas-ing you this way. 1 like to Kidd you, using my half Witt, before Leaping out of sight. But our next leap is a leap into the future—May the leaps be broad, may the leaps be high—for the May class of 1936! Ruth LaTutile, [29] The Mirror IMPRESSIONS RAIN Oh. the drip, drip, drip, of the rain; the drip, drip, drip, on the pane! It’s the first sound of the dawn. The falling rhythm hums, then it drums in my drowsy brain. It comes softly, as if someone is gently rapping on my outer door. Then it becomes stronger, quicker, louder, and the effect is hypnotizing. I walk with eager steps to the window to see the magic, that gives life to all things around me. The trees have lifted their faces to receive the refreshment from the heavens. They try to get all of the sweetness, but it’s of no use; there are the flowers, and there’s the grass and there's the well—all of which must have drink. Water, water, everywhere—and water to drink. Margaret Baugh SNOW As the snow quietly falls, little children dance with glee. They gather enthusiastically about the windows and watch the new beauty of the surroundings. The old fence becomes a great wall; the fish pond, a shining lake; and the dog house, near by, a miniature castle. The whole world had mysteriously changed into wonder land. Evenone is enchanted by the fairy sights: even the old postman hums a tune as he trudges along his way, and while most of the older people protest because of the after effects of snow,—deep down in their hearts, they are sensitive to the mute beauty—the silent appeal of the snow. Dick Scott SLEET Sleet—sleet, even the word is cutting. It falls with a knifelike sharpness against the faces of everyone; it rattles on the dead leaves of the trees and brats against the window pane like the roll of many toy drums. With its icy pellets, it covers the streets and sidewalks of the seaport town, while on the sea the struggling sailors slip about the decks lowering icy sails. Hecause of its sting, it drives everybody to shelter, leaving the world to sfience except for the beating and the rattling, the rattling and the beating of the sleet—sleet. [30] Robert Currie The Mirror A SPRING DAY Walking through the woods on an April day, I felt the beauty of God’s world. The trees were dressed in their spring outfits, and the birds were calling to each other from the tree tops. As I watched the violets peep out of the thick green grass, 1 stood on the large rocks and shouted to the hills and dales because I loved the woods. The day was warm, but the small running stream made me feel refreshed. By its banks, I lingered and lingered. At sunset. 1 returned home with a full and happy heart. I knew how Edna St. Vincent Millay felt when she wrote God’s World.” J larguerite Fairley MOONLIGHT ON RED MOUNTAIN It was a gorgeous summer night, and a gentle May breeze was stirring on Red Mountain. The moon shone like a brilliant ball of fire, changing my world into an exotic fairyland. Little patches of moonbeams filtered through the leaves of the trees transforming them into ghost-like shadows that seemed to guard the city. Suddenly the moon slid behind a cloud. The trees became invisible; and the silvery patches of moonlight were transformed into gruesome figures; and the gigantic-rocks, into prehistoric monster —hut only for a moment. Before I could feel terror, the moon shone again in all her brightness, and I knew the witchery of a summer night on Red Mountain. .Inn IIradjord DAISES BY THE FENCE Like music on a page, Their dainty heads were notes in June. The fence grown black with age, Furnished bars for this gay tunc. The bees were humming it by noon. Harry Lifts on SUNLIGHT ON THE WALL Yellow sunlight on a plastered wall— No shadows— No vines to cool or support When it cracks and falls with age— Only sunlight, and two fingerprints. [31] Carl Ilastien The Mirror EXPERIMENTS IN VERSE YOU ERR WHO SAY THAT FROM THIS EARTHLY SPHERE You err who say that from this earthly sphere All things that seem to he surpassing fair Have long since vanished, leaving drab and drear The world that once was gay but now is bare, For there is one who is so bright and rare That those who sec her ne’er forget her face. It almost seems the Maker on a dare Made one who would so far exceed her race In wisdom, beauty, loveliness and grace, That should you ever chance to look on her, A heavenly vision here on earth to trace. You would admit at once that you did err, And straight declare a girl like her it seems Should never tread the earth, but live in dreams. Dick Beefier HEART’S DESIRE When twilight greets in silence sweet The end of another day. And wearily with heavy feet I take my homeward way; When stars come peering thru the blue And hearts arc set afire, With music rapturing and true, I have my heart’s desire. When voices low and comforting Speak in the tones I love, And night’s protecting dusky wing Encircles from above; When friends around me gather near. Who thoughts of peace inspire— A lightened heart can know no fear; 1 have my heart’s desire. [32] Elouise Beck T he Mirror MEADOW LAND Thinly through the air. Comes the quiet sound Of distant hells From far-away meadow lands. Vera Garrison RED ROSE Red Rose, symbol of life And symbol of song— With color rife And thorny prong. Katherine Bridges CHAPEL HELL The chapel bell at twilight rings Softly intoning and summoning. It cails, it calls; and it enthralls— Summoning, summoning. Alice Huey [33J Thb Mirror AMAZONS’ QUEEN 'I here was a time many years ago, When earth and man were young. That ancient Troy with Grecian foe, In fierce conflict was flung. Soon Penthcsilea heard the news; “To arms, to arms!” she cried. “ Twill not be long till all Greece rues. That it our hosts defied.” With golden girdle ’nenth her breast, And sword within her hand, Amazons’ queen with stout behest, Led her strong maiden band. O’ many were the heroes slain, When man and youth and boy. With red, red blood did soak and stain The deep brown sands of Troy. “Revenge;” and “Vengcnce on the Queen, Achiiics stern did cry; I 11 never rest till I have seen This Amazon to die.” Then grim and stern he slew the queen, And stood above his foe, While deep regret both dull and keen Did fill his heart with woe. For now upon the recking earth. She lay so wondrous fair; Her brave and hardy fighting worth To fade and perish there. Mary fells [34] The Mirror ODE I—BOOK I—HORACE Translation Maecenas, descendant of kings, Behead! Dashing by, as if on wings, Past Olympic dust in the chariot race Is a man with a tense and eager face. He avoids the “meta” by glowing wheels, And thus his victory he seals: 'The famous palm to him so dear Is sought by the speeding charioteer. Different ambitions there he for different men: The politician is happiest when A crowd with gay and streaming banners Advance him to the three-fold honors. The hoarder is pleased if the storehouse yields Most of the grains from the African fields. The farmer rejoices with hoe in hand, When tilling and plowing ancestral land: And nothing couid tempt him a sailor to be In a Cyprian ship crossing Mvrtoan sea. While fighting the storms of Icarian waves And fearing the West Wind, the merchant craves The peace and quiet of his own home— No ambition is his the seas to roam. The idler scorns not to rest a part of the day; With cups of Massican wine to while away The hours that others to business give, For that is the way he likes to live. Not so the soldier—to martial strain, He will move to attack, again and again; In peace and in war his labor is hard; And his life lie will forfeit the kingdom to guard. The hunter is happy when the forest abounds With many a deer and his faithful hounds Help track them down, though they set quite a pace; The greatest of thrills to the hunter—the chase. But the dance of nymphs with Satyrs, to me Is a pleasure as rare as pleasure can be; On my brow some ivy for reward I’d love— ’Twould mean closer kinship with the gods above; And should 1 be offered a poet’s seat, My pride and my joy would be full and complete! [35] Ctrcclia A b rah tuns The Mirror SARA HENDERSON HAY Sara Henderson Hay is recognized today by critics and scholars as one of our most promising women poets. Although she is still young, her accomplishments have pleased an interested group of readers; for, although Miss Hay’s poetry is formally conventional, she meets Carlyle's requirements of good poetry—melody, suggestiveness, and sincerity. Like Hums’ poetry, her songs portray the feeling “in fitful gushes, in glowing hints, in fantastic breaks.” as “I tilted heaven to my mouth. And drank, and drank my fill of sun; And it was like rains begun After a long drouth. Also, in “ I he Prodigal.” the long iost son returns and philosophizes on the joys and security of home; then he wistfully speaks of his adventures: “And after the husks were gone. I fasted— But oh my friends—while the money lasted! Again with the delightful inconsistency of Carlyle, Miss Hay. an acknowledged craftman, “teases and tantalizes the muse.” While she is striving to perfect her poems, she peers here and there into Webster, and into Roget until she spies a new word. After this, the gleam of inspiration comes. And so her real work begins; usually, she gets the key idea of her poem, or perhaps only the glimpse of the last line. 1 hen she has to formulate a plan or design to give her experience directly to her readers. Let me assure you it is labor, ’ she says. “Some of mv poems I’ve written almost in blood only to have some one say, ‘What a nice easy swing! Do you just sit down and write them off?’ ” However, if designed with great care, her poems are written with great spirit, for her dream world and her work-a-dav world lie close together. Miss Hay describes the . . . Horn Cook, the one who loves to mix milk and honey into pies,” as “bustling about the rooms of Paradise, her wings pinned back, her golden crown askew, her white robe tucked up apron-wise,” but the born cook is as human to us as Jean Untcrmeyer’s “priestess of the home.” A critic has said. “Sara Henderson Hay loves incongruity, but she makes it friendly. She likes to spring surprises and more surprises. Little phrases employed by her almost startle the reader by the strange juxtaposition of words; such expressions, for example, as God’s “celestial predicament.” and the “concise equation” of life and death reveal Sara Henderson Hay when she is most herself. Again, she is herse.f when -he writes on religious themes. She loves the Bible and its characters. Says a friend, The mid-week prayer-meeting is her high devotion. She loves this world and the other world and reverent.y imagines and speculates in both. With her own kind, she is most at home. Handed bee and “grapes darkly glowing” suggist Intermeyer's freshness: “slanted rain,” Millay ; and “twisted eglantine,” Milton in L’Allegro. Miss Hay graciously acknowledged her indebted- [36] T he Mirror ness to Emily Dickinson whom she speaks of as “My Holy Grail”—“from which cup, she drinks refreshing draughts—the distilled sweetness of light and warmth.” If Miss Hay’s quick thought and terse expression have been particularly stimulated by Emily Dickinson, she is, in her own right, individual and original. What seems to he trivial, changes when the poet asks, “How could this small dead kitten hold so immense a thing as death?” In many of her poems Miss Hav shows her highest talent—the ability to put infinite riches in little room”—sometimes riches of pathos—then again, flashes of gay wit, as in “TO A CERTAIN YOUNG LADY” “You’ll bear watching When your soul begins Doing solemn penance For its gay young sins Lest you wear a scarlet plume On a gray nun’s bonnet, Or a hair-cloth shirt With embroidery on it. —Sarah Shepard DUBOSE HEYWARD Of fiction writers of today. DuBose Heyward is in all probability the best informed about the subject upon which he writes most frequently, the Carolina Negro. Born into a family impovished by the release of the Negro slaves freed by the Civil War, DuBose Heyward overcame the prevalent distrust of and contempt for the Negro, by the poor, the middle class, as well as by the aristocratic class of which he himself is a member. A direct descendant of Judge Thomas Heyward, he understands and feels “intense situations of the genial humble race”, and with the humility of the artist, in order to secure material for his poems and novels, he worked several months on the piers and wharves making friends and acquaintances among the darkies.” Many a summer afternoon he had seen “The river boat loiter down its way; The ropes coiled, when business for the dav Was done.” His poetry is filled with sights and sounds of the river front: “The sagging pier,” “Lithe fluid shadows upon the wharf,” “Bronze torsos under tatters, ridged and gleaming, Bandanaed heads, a banjo’s round blank face,” “The flow and fusion. Of reds and greens and purple”; “The gang plank rattled down”; “The river clucked and sobbed among its piles,” “A low-kevcd minor,” [37] T H E M I R R O R “A mellow laugh rippling Across the stagnant air.” Concise, penetrating and poignant are his characterizations of the Negroes as “Fatalists all “Philosophers whose future is today.” “With music in shuffling feet, and spirituals for a lenient Lord”___ Such sketches as these throughout his poems have become in his novels full-length portraits: a certain romantic tone has given p.ace to almost stark realism. In fact, the prose of DuBoSc Heyward marks the ciimax to the previous literary works in which he skillfully combined occasional vivid description and implied drama, for in his novels, Porgy and Mam ha's Daughters, he writes of the Negro in his home, at his work, in his play, and of the joys and fears that constantly surround him. Showing a remarkable sympathy, without sentimentality, he tells of the effects produced by these influences. Using Charleston for setting and for characters the Negro inhabitants of that town. Heyward shows the Negro at his hard, drudging, thankless tasks on the wharves; the small, bare rooms, often desolate hovels, which he must call home; the dice-throwing, and drinking and fighting which are the principal happenings on Saturday nights—often the only relaxations of the Negro. These complex scenes the novelist creates with a fullness and clarity that transport the reader to that b.eak vet colorful place, Catfish Row. With complete understanding he makes the reader, proud and white though he may be. indignant, and at the same time ashamed of the heartless outrages that are committed in the name of Justice, meted out bv a few unthinking whites. The intimidation of unlucky witnesses, the Negro’s slow, racking fear of losing the articles for which he pays a little at a time, but many times over; this is disc.osrd with sincerity and conviction. Hut Du Bose Heyward is not a propagandist; in fact, he seems to scorn “The zca.ous ones, who. . . Undaunted by a century of strife, With urgent fingers still . . . point the way To drawing rooms in decorous array. Leaving the happy ending to the writers of fairy tales and children’s stories, Du-Bosc Heyward closes with pathos and tragedy common to human life. Bill Clark [38] H E Mirror [39] T I! E M I R R O R CLASS POEM ALL IN ONE A sky of deepening color holds the brilliant flaming sun. The eyes of all men watch it, Their hearts ail beat as one. A deep-felt love of Nature lift- their hearts to make them sing, I he noble thought of all mankind, I hat all in one do cling. 1 he sun sinks down—a glowing ball—beneath an angr sea V aves billow high—crests whipped in foam—laugh at eternity. Awe-struck men gaze with bated breath In gratitude—not fear. I his is the sea that brings ad men, all foreign nations near. 1 he truth that guides the universe Has bound these men in one; The love for all things beautiful—the land, the sea. the sun. hach lovely thing in Nature strikes a note in every heart, All things are one in Nature; 1 here is no man apart. Margaret Sessions m T ii e Mirror Frank Joseph Fede Loki” Ambition: “I'aJere multum in legr nut in scribendo. Activities: Senior Class President; Publication, Clubs Committees; Vice-Pres. Glee Club; Sec. Milliard; Sec. Dramatic Club; Pres. Vocal, History, Harmony, Speech Classes; Honor Society; Pen and Brush Club; Writers’ Club; Mirror; Lead in operettas. John Rice Activities: Senior Class Vice-President; Head Usher; Honor Society; Yancey, Sec.; Hi-V; Scholarship Com.; S. R. Pres., '33 '35; Council Member; Banker; Vice-Pres., Hist. Class. Jane Lewis “Janie Ambition: To have a busy life; to have a sunny future. Activities: Senior Class Secretary; Sec. Student Body; Pres. Honor Society; Pres. Art Club; Sec. Pierian; Pres. Girl Reserves; Pres., Hist., Art Classes. Grace Daphne Clark Daffy” Ambition: To sit on the tack of ambition and rise to the heights of fame. Activities: Senior Class Treasurer; S. R. Pres. '34. Vice-Pres. '35, '36; Treas. Art Club; Critic, Pierian; Scholarship Com. Ruth Sumner Ambition: To design Activities: Senior Class Artist '36; Council Member '36; Thalia, '33. 34; Sec. Art Class '36; Jeff. Co. Hi— Sec. Amiga Literary Soc. '32. Marvin LAVarser Ambition: To be. Activities: Senior Class Orator; Vice-Pres. Gen. Org.; Law and Order. Clubs, Scholarship Com.; Yancey, Vicc-Pres., Critic; Ushers; S. R. Pres., Banker; Debating Team; Head Marshal; State Oratorical Contest, '36. Sarah Belle STmi Cricket” Ambition: To accomplish Activities: Senior Class Pianist; Law and Order Corn.; Mirror; Sr. Orch.; Glee Club; Writers Club; Mirror Agent; Promethean; Head Marshal; Damrosch Club; Girl Reserves. Margaret Sessions Activities: Senior Class Poet; Sec. Art Club; Writers' Club, Vice-Pres., Sec.; Astraea, Sec., Vice-Pres., Treas.; G. L. C.; Mirror Board. Ruth La Tuili.i: Ambition: Like mother, to live optimistically, contentedly, and fully. Activities: Senior Class Statistician; Secretary General organization; Vestalia President. Sec.; Pres. Girls’ Senior Glee Club; Pres. Dramatic Club; Princess Progress 2nd semester; Sec. Honor Society; Managing Ed. Mirror; S. R. Council Member. Vice-Pres., Banker; Orchestra; Scholarship, Election Coin.; Auburn Play, '36. Barton Game IIagerty “Ragerty” Ambition: To make Rubinoff look puny. Activities: Senior Class Violinist; Orchestra, Vice-President; Track; Euterpean Club; Marshal. [41] T he Mirror Virginia Cecu.e Men nicer Jenny GinRer Ambition: My ambition in singina is not for personal glory, but through an expression of freedom and joy in myielf to give happiness to others. Activities: Senior Class Vocalist; Pierian, Critic, Treasurer, President, Vice-Pres.; Glee Club, Pres., Librarian; Vice-Pres. History Class; A capella Choir; Art Club, Sec., Vice-Pres.; Biology 7, Sec.; Operettas, Lead ’34; Senior Vodvil; Banker, Marshal; Soloist for Commencement. Ann Arabella Arco AAA Ambition: To find out why all great men were born on holidays. Activities: Pierian, Vice-Prcs.; Marshal; Sec. S. R.; Mirror Hoard; Phillips Night. Is adore Back Ambition: To invent a bookkeeping machine that will not get stuck. Jack Wilson Barrett Bubber” Ambition: To show persistence in every thing I undertake—like Tope ye. Activities: Council Member; Banker; Football Squad. Claude Baldwin Marion Bartlett Ambition: To be under the Moon Over Miami. Margaret Owen Baugh Ambition: Just to live happily ever after. Activities: Chairman Speech Class ’33. ’34; Dramatic Club '33, '34, '3S, '36; Vestalia '33, '34; Senior Play ’36. Richard Lee Beeder Dick Ambition: To find five ambitions in an annual that aren't intended to be funny. Activities: Hilliard; President of Vocal Class 36; President of History Class ’34; Writer Club; Carmen ; Glee Club; Minstrel ’3S; Motto Committee. Robert James Beyer Ambition: To find a salve for Carlyle’s Hums. Activities: Yancey Literary Society; Writers Club; S. R. Pres. '33, V. Pres. '34; Vice-Prcs. History Clas '33. Ida Mae Bloom stun Ambition: To be a success in life. Activities: Mirror Agent '3S; Club Representative of Personality Club, '36; Mirror Typist, '36. [42] The Mirror Arlington H. Bono • Bobo Ambition: To ms an as much to tht world as Alice the Coon does to Sweat pea—And to wahoo! Activities: Yancey ’33. '34. '35. ’36: S. R- Vice-Pres., ’35. '36; Council Member '35. Banker '33. '34; Mirror Hoard '35; Invitation Committee Senior Class '36. Hti.ES Frances Boston “Frankie” Ambition: To succeed in heating Harry Lipscomb to the lunch room every day at the fifth period from room 135. Activities: Girls Glee Club '35; President of Girl Reserve Club '35; G. I.. C.; Marshal '35; S. R. Banker ‘35. McLemorb Bouchellb Mack” Ambition; To he a great surgeon. Activities: Banking Announcer; Junior Red Cross; Dramatic Club. Lillian Ann Bkadeord Ambition: To he a chiropractor and know all the joints in the town. Activities: S. R. Vice-Pres. '33, '34. '35, Sec. '33: Vice-President History Class '35, '36; Mnemosyne an '35, '36. Walter Lee Bra can Walt” Ambition: To climb the ‘'Saturday Evening Post . Activities: Baseball ’35. '36; Senior Ring Committee, '36; Pre . Sport Club '36; S. R. Pres. 34; Council Member '35; Orchestra '33, '34; Sport Club '34, 35, '36; Marshal. Frances Brand “Jimmie” Ambition: To invent an easier method of Shorthand. Activities: Vestalia '33. Margaret Emma Brasher Ambition: To live a happy, wholesome, and useful life. Activities: Honor Society; Mnemosynean; S. R. Banker, Council Member. Bernice Brewer Ambition: He the best criminal lawyer this side of the Atlantic. Activities: Mncmosvnean; Orch., '32, '33, '34, '35; Banker, 34; Marshal, ’33. ’34. '36; Pres. Music Class 35, ’36; Dramatic Club '33. Emma Katherine Bridges Kitty Ambition: Live longer and learn more. Activities: Freshman Vodvil; Senior Vodvil; Spring Festival ; Operettas; Girls' Glee Club; Banker. Mildred Dolores Brinson “Milly Ambition: To apply my folly to wisdom. Activities: Banker ’33; Senior Vodvil 33; Glee Club; Spring Festival; “Mikado” '34; Freshman Vodvil '35; “Carmen” '36. [43] T H E M I R R C) R ( mari.ks Benton Brown Ambition: To bat 1,000 in thf grand game of life. Activities: Baseball '34. ‘35. 36. Jack B. Bruce Ambition: To fork the guy who made my pictures. Activities: Dramatic Club ’32. ‘33: S. R. Vice-Pres. fourth ami eight semesters. Mu.oreo Burgess “Burgess” Ambition: To he better than the best. Activities: Vestalia, ‘33. ’34. ‘35. Cor.-Sec. ’35; Marshal ’34; ). I.. C. ’34. 35. 36; (I. L. C. Typist ’36; Mirror Typist ’36; Personality Club ’35. Milton Butsch “Mish Ambition: To answer a question correctly for Miss Ter planch. Activities: Mirror Agent, ’34; Owen. Publicity Ch.; Woodturning Club; R. O. T. ( ; Track 35. William Brooks Carroll ••Bill Ambition: To see the world and not the sea. Activities: S. R. Sec., Banker, and Mirror Agent; Cor. Sec. and Tres. Stamp Club; Publicity Committee ’36. Mary Elizabeth Chappells “Jim Ambition: To be ready when the call comes. Activities: Vice-Pres. Red Cro Club; S. R. Pres.. Banker; Business Hikers’ Club. Thomas Sidney Childs “Tommy” Ambition: To he a second Richard Halliburton. Activities: Senior Boys’ CJIre Club; Quill and Scroll.” William Frkdkic Clark Bill’’ Ambition: To hare an ambition. Activities: Banker; Yancey ’32. 33 ’34 3S; Dramatic Club. John William Ci yton, Jr. Ted’’ Ambition: To be greater than Edison. 0 George J. Coleman Ambition: To see the world and not through a porthole. [44] I' H E .Mirror Olive Margaret Cooper “Meg mbit ion: If not to realize the Ural, to idealize thr real. Activities: Ensley; Vdlow Jacket Staff '34; S. R. Vicc-Pres. 32, Sec. 34. Banker 33: Chaplain of Gvm Class 32; French Club '33; Art Culture Club; Speech Club; GirU League; Girl Reserve:. 33; Phillift: Dramatic Club 35; Aglaia. Sara Waller Cottinouam “Polly’ Activities: Personality C lub; G. L. C.; Girl Reserves. Elizabeth W. Craig -Bettic Ambition: To climb to thr top on a straight ladder. Activities: Mncmosynean. '33. ’34; National Honor Soc. Helen (’rider “Toots Ambition: lo prove by thr proof of thr average man that a woman ran take a joke. Activities: Marshal '35, '36; G. L. C. ’34. '35. '36; Pep Squad '35: Mncmosynean, '35. Robert Currie Ambition: To sure red by perseverance an.1 hard work. Activities: Band; R. O. T. C. Band; Mirror Agent '34. Jean Darden “Judy’ Ambition: To calculate the horse power of a nightmare. Activities: S. R. Banker; Pres, of Vestalia; Girls' Letter Club; Mirror Typist. Margaret Virginia Darden “Sue Ambition: Obtain surer si in all do. Activities: Marshal; Thalia Literary Society; G. L. C.; Banker. Beatrice Davies “Beatty Ambition: To can my can't. Activities: Pres. G. L. C. '36; Mnemosvnean Vicc-Pre . '35. Sec. '36; Art Club ’33. 36; G. L. C. '34, '36. Marie Antoinette Davis “Tony” Ambition: To better myself so that may be of greater service to God and man. Activities: Marshal '33, '34, '35. Bessie Davis Ambition:T� put the best into life and to get the best out of it. Activities: Honor Society; Writer’s Club '36; Vestalia '33. ‘34, Social Chairman ’35, Vicc-Pres. 56; Dramatic Club '35, '36; Damrosch Club '33; Junior Glee Club '34, '35; Spring Festival, '36; “Carmen '36. I' he Mirror Lillian DbLoney Gertrude Mae Denton Gertie Ambition: To live, love an,I learn Activities: S. R. Secretary, 33; Council Member, ’34; Buxines Hikers. 34; Personality Club ’35; Girl Reserves 32. Anna Louse DioGJSS NVezzy Ambition: To Jo things that are worth while. Activities: Marshal ‘32. ‘33; Club '33. I lost ace E. Dorton Sunk Ambition: To live a long ha fifty life among friends. Doris Downey “Blondie Ambition: To he able to catch the music by the tail when it gets through spinning ‘round and ’round. Ei.na Erickson Ambition: To he able to smile when everything goes wrong. Activities: Clubs Committee '36; Scholarship Committee •35: Clio Pres. ’36. Vice-Pro. 35. Sec. 35: Vicc-Pres. Honor Soc. '35; Librarian of Glee Club 35, '36; S. R. Pres. '33. Vico-Pres. '32, Hanker 34, 3S: Sec. Dramatic Club '36, Operetta '35. 36; Gym Capt. 32. '34; Ass’t Editor of Mirror ’36; G. L. C.; Senior Class Motto Committee. Katherine Marie Ezell Ambition: To enjoy a successful life. Activities: Clio '33. 34. ’35. 36: Marshal '34; Mirror lypist ’36; G. I.. C. '34. '35. 36; Pep Squad 35. Mary Margaret Fairley Ambition: To live, love, and he loved. Activity: Typist on Mirror Board. Ida Mae Farnetti Ambition: “To the stars through bolts and bars. Activities: Pres. S. R.. '35. Vice-Pres. 33. 3S. 36. Sec., 33; Hanker '34; Social Chairman Clio. 35; Sec. Vocal Class. '35. 36. Frf.d Fitch Ambition: To go as high tls possible in scientific endeavor, and to enjoy the beautiful things of life. Activities: Pres. Alchemists 35, 36. Treas. ’34; Speaker to Alabama Junior Academy of Science 36; Sr. Glee Club '35, 36; Writer’s Club '35. '36; Mirror Board '33. '36; Dramatic Club '36; Scout Club '32; Mirror Anent '35; Speaker at A. E. A. '36. [46] T he Mirror Wade Foster “My weed” Ambition: To go out votst and ITa IIoo Activities: S. R. Pres. '34. '36. Vice-Pre . ‘35; Mirror agent ‘33; Track Team '33. '34; Vice-Prcs. History Class '34. Eulette Frances Frankie Ambition: To go a litllr further than Einstein and he a seeond Katherine Cornell. Activities: Honor Society, '35: Senior Play '36; Pub. Com. '36; Mirror Board '35, ’36; Vice-Pre . Writer's Club ‘36; Pierian '35, ’36; Dramatic Club; S. R. Sec. ‘35. Banker '35; Speech Class Ch. '35, '36, Sec. '35; Winner of State Poetry Reading Contest '36. Fannie Friedman Ambition: To he true to myself so that I may not he false to others. Activities: S. R. Vice-Prcs. '33. Sec. '36, Banker ’34; Honor Soc '35; Music Scholarship '33; Pres. Personality Club; Scholarship Committee of CJ. L. C.; Marshal '34; Mirror Typist, '36. Josephine Virginia Gagliano Jo Ambition: To he able to conquer. Activities: Girls' Letter Club; Banker; Pres, and Pub. Ch. of Girl Reserves Club. Ralph Giles Activities: Publicity Committee; Winner Club Oratorical; S. R. Vice-Pre . I. 2, 3, 4. 5. Semesters; Yancey, Press and Standing Committees; Auburn Play; State Debate; Campaign Speaker, 1, 2. 3. 5. 6, 7, Semesters; Speech Class Pres., Vice-Prcs., Sec.; Hist. Class Vice-Pre ,, Sec. Julian Webster Gvrrts Playboy” Gus Ambition:7 « he uise. not otherwise. Activities: Asso. Head Usher '36; Ushers Club '35, '36; Hi-Y '35. '36; Hilliard '33; Tennis Team '36; Mirror Agent '36; Sec. S. R. '33. '34; Publicity Committee '36; Banker '32; Campaign Manager '36. Mary Pauline Hali. Polly ' Ambition: Sever trouble trouble until trouble troubles me. Activities: G. L. C. Sara M. Hall Dutch Ambition: To live, to love, and to he loved. Activities: S. R. Sec. '32, '33, '34. Banker '34. '35; Clio '32-'34; Eutcrpean '32, '34; Glee Club '35. Bill Harrell Ambition: To kill time. Activities; Chairman Clubs Committee '36; Pres. Yancey Literary Soc. 36; Cap!. R. O. T. C. 36; Interclub Oratorical Contest '35. Ei-sik Jane Harris Ambition: To remain silent and he thought dumb rather than to speak and remove all doubt. Activities: International Club; Banker; Marshal ’34, '35; S. R. Pres., Sec. [47] T II E M I R R O R Mover Delos Harris Ambit on: A’at to be a poor man. Ralph Ferguson Harvey “Shorty Ambition: To set Mr. Going when he isn't wearing a how tie. Activities: Ramsay: Edisonian Club ’32; Phillips: Hilliard 33. 34. '35, '36. Runvt Sadekia Heaoi.ey Ambition: To help hate Smith get the moor: over the mountain. Activities: Marshal '32. 33 ; Personality Club '35. '36. James Grover Hoi.iano, Jr. “Yank Ambition: Anything I find worth doing at all to do it well. Activities: Yancey; Stamp Club, Vice-Pres. ’35. '36; Senior Play '36; S. R. Vice-Pres. '33, ‘34; Mirror Agent 32. 36; R. (). I'. C.. '33, ‘34; Sergeant '35. First Sergeant '36; Office As ’t '35, '36; Dramatic Club. Boodie Hopper Ambition: To climb the steep and thorny way to heaven. Activities: S. R. Banker, '35. Pres., '35; Mnemosvnean '34; Marshal, 35. Barbara Horm; Balts Ambit:on: To take dictation from no man unless I am his see ret ary. Activities: Marshal '34, '35: S. R. Banker. Vice-Pres.. Sec.; Vestalia '35; Personalia Club '3h. Annie Blanche Horton Ambition: To he successful in everything I undertake. Huntington Howell. Jr. Hunkie Ambition: To have initiative. Activities: Yancey, Social Com.. Vice-Pres.; Glee Club, 35. 36.Sec.; Euterpean Club '33, A capclla choir. '33: Mikado , 33, Gondoliers, '34; Freshman Vodvil; Sec. Vocal Class '35; Managing Editor of Mirror; Dramatic Club '34. '35: S. R. Banker. Mildred Berth Hyde Curly Top Ambition: .V Home in Morning Glories Activities: G L. C , '35. '36; Mnemosvnean '35: Writers' Club, '36; Girl Reserves '3 i, Tommye Berniece Jennings “Bunny” Ambition: To write something that will he read, enjoyed and remembered. Activities: Writers' Club '34. '35. Sec. '36; Mirror Board; Sec. Speech Class; Dramatic Club. [48J T h k Mirror Frances Johnson Ambition: To build for character, not for fame. Henley Jones. Jr. Ambition: To live in the present and future and to acknowledge the past. Activities: Treasurer of Hilliard: Member Hi-Y; Mirror Agent: Serg-Guide, K. O. T. G. Pauline Jones Half Pint Ambition: wouldn't be knowing right now. Sophia Kantei.is Ambition: To become Kubinoff’s rival. Activities: Honor Soc. '36; Orch. '33. '34, '34. '36; Vice-Prc . Hist. Class 35, '36: Mirror Typist ’36. Edward Gordon Keith Curly Ambition: To be a self-starter and not a (rank. M ry J. Kinn Ambition: To have an original ambition. Activities: Pres. Pierian '35. Sec. '36: Pres. Art Club '36. Sec. ’35: S. R Pres. '32. Y’ice-Pres. '35, Mirror Agt. '34; Pres. Hist. Class '34; Publicity Committee '35. Gaston Kiaimki.ing Gash Ambition: To do something truly great. Activities: Dramatic Club; Cshcrs Club. Ki.me Kino. I.eesic Bell Ambition: To let the highest point of yesterday be the starting point of today.” Activities: Pep S«|tiad. '35; G. I.. C.. ‘34. '35. '36; Business Hikers Club, '36. Edith Knight Activities: Banker; Pres. Hist. Class; Sec. English Class. Jo Marian Lackey Jodie Ambition: To build air-castles that never let you down” Activities: Astraea. Cor.-Src., ITeas.; Art Club; S. R. Banker Three Times, Sec. Twice; G. L. C.; Marshal ; Dramatic Club. [49] T h K Mirror Trixie La m on Thomas Jefferson Leach -Brother” Ambition: To receive my old age” pension at the same time I get my diploma. Activities: Concert and K. O. T. C. Band- '32. '33, ‘34. '35; Bovn Glee Club; Orch. ‘33. '34; Mirror Board 35; Musical Review, ‘35. '36; Damrosch Club ’35. Vice-Pres. '36; Pres. Appreciation Class '35. Librarian 36; Vicc-Pres. Harmony Class '36; Pres. Piano Class '36. Frankie Josephine Leatii Ambition: To neve beauty, (outage, virtue, a friendly heart and plenty of friends Activities: Thalia; Session Room Pres. '34. Banker '34-Girl Reserves '34; Dramatic Club 32; Typist for Dramatic Club 32; Marshal ‘36; Red Cross ‘33. Edna Ledbetter Ambition: To ride a roller coaster a thousand miles. Activities: Girl Reserves '32. 33 ; Business Hikers, '34. '35, Treat. '35. Harry Aaron Upson, Jr. “High Pocket” Ambition: To travel all over the world. Activities: Roosevelt H. A’.—Marshal. S. R. Pres.. Operetta. Sec. Ping-Pong Club; Cleveland Heights . S.— Marshal. S. R. Pres.; Treas. Science Club; East Orange . S.—Pres. Engineering Club; Vice-Pro. Chess Club; Debating Club; S. R. Vice-Prcs.; Marshal; Phillips— Marshal; Basketball Squad. Joe Louis Ambition: “To show that good quality comes in small Packages. Activities: Council Member. '33, '34. Mary Jane Lovoy “N’uttin Ambition: To have plenty of time. Marie Eleanor Marino ‘ Re” Ambition: To be an assistant in 109. Activities: Business Hikers '33. 34 ; G. L. C. '33. '34. '35; Vestalia '35. ‘36. Koith Martin “Snooks' Ambition: In thy heart the Jew of youth. On thy lips the smile of truth. Activities: President's Cabinet '36; Clio Vice-Pres. '34. Treas '34. 35. Cor.-See. 33; Glee Club Treas. 36; S. K. ,,fes. 34. C'oun. Mem ‘34. Banker '32. ’36; Mirror Board 35. 36; Election Committee '34; Operetta 35. Edith Matthews Kdc Ambition: II hen Duty whispers low, ‘Thou must’. The youth replies. 7 can’. Activities: President's Cabinet, 36; Glee Club, Pres. '35, 36; Clio, Pres. '35, Cor.-Scc., '34. '35; S. R. Banker. 54, 35. ice-Pres.. 36. Sec. '33, '34. 35 ; Mirror Board, ’35. 36; Operetta '33. '34. ‘35; Marshal 33; Hist. Class, Pres. 35, Vice-Pres. ‘36. [50j T it f. Mirror CLAUDE McCt’RRY •Red Ambition: To do or to hr the best in what I Jo or what I am. Activities: Sport Club; Sec. Sports Club '35; Pres. S. R. '34; Mirror Agent '34. '35; Marshal '33. '34; Basketball 33. '34. '35; Lctterman '35. Jack Me Duff Ambition: To adapt myself to any situation that may come in life. Activities: S. R. Banker. '31. '32, Vice-Prcs. '33; Marshal '34; Euterpeflrn Club '33; Council Member '35; Mirror Agent '36; Mead Marshal '36. M ry McWhorter Ambition: To have an ambition. Activities: S. R. Pres. 33, Sec. 32; Marshal '35. Banker '34. '35. '56; Capt. Gym Class '33; Football Sponsor '35; Typist Mirror Board '35; Thalia '32, ‘33. Nan Elizabeth Miles “Nancy Beth’’ Ambition: To seek, to find, but not to yield ' Activities: Dramatic Club ’32, ’33; Sec. S. R. '33. Hazel Naoi.er “Hay'' Ambition: To conquer Latin before if conquers me. Activities: Mnemosynean. Jack Campbell Neill Ambition: To be somebody. Activities: Hilliard Cor.-Sec., Third Member Standing Committee. Press Committee; '[Teas. Sr. Orch.; S. R. Pres; Mirror Agent; Sophomore Mirror Board. Jack Milton Neill lr. Ambition: To be the greatest baseball player that exists. Activities: S. R. Pres. '32, '33, '34. Vicc-Pres. '32. Banker '36; Baseball Utter '34. '35. '36; Football better '35; Basketball '36; Track '36; Gen. Organization Committee '35. Ch. Athletic Committee '36; Glee Club '35; Mirror Board '35, '36; Sec. Hilliard '33, '34. Bill Nixon ‘ Shylork Ambition: To be and not to make success. Activities: S. R. Pres., Mirror Agt.; Hilliard Lit. Soc. Annie Jean O'Daniel Jeannie Ambition: To give every man my voice but few my ear.’ Activities: Pep Squad '35; Mirror Board '35; Sec. S. R. '35; G. I- C. '33. 34. '35. '36; Business Hikers Club '35; Marshal '34. Helen Ocletrke Ambition: To climb the ladder to success. Activities: Sec. Personality Club; S. R. Banker 32, 34. [51] T H E .Mirror Doris Caroi.yn Patterson “Pat” Ambition: o know Mr. and Mrs. Fortune but never Miss Fortune Activities: S. R. See. '32. 33. '35. Pres. '34. Vice-Pro. 33, 35, Hanker '34; Mnemosyne an '35. Elizabeth Shores Patton “Pat” Ambition: To be happy-go-lucky without being careless, to be smart without being dull, to be fair and square with everyone and. above all. to live up to the old saying. “It s a great life if you don't weaken. Activities: A strata. Pres. '36. See.. '34. Trea . ’35. C'rit-ic 34; ice-Prev Student Council 36; Council Member r ?' cV‘T, rm G. L C. 35: Jr. Glee Club s5, Senior Play 36; Clubs Committee G. O. '35 36; State Play Day '34; Vice-Pres., Sec. Hist. Class; Pres. Speech Class; Pres. Vocal Class. Clyde Payne Ambition: To live rather than to exist. , Activities: S. R. Pres. '33, '36; Mirror Agent '32, '33 34, Hanker 34, 35, 36 ; S. R. Rep. for Century of Profc- Charles Edward Porter “Atlas Activities: Usher '34. '36. Sec. '36; Hi-Y, Trea- '35 }}onor, Socict 35. '36; Scholarship Com. '35; (Mh' V . Mn..36:. H,,liard- Scc- 34, '35. Vice-Pres. 36; Marshal 36; I ennis '36; Prince Progress '33; S. R Pres 33' 3t' ’3t’jyice P .CV ’32' Coun- •'«' � • '35. '36. Mirror .34; Editor Mirror '36; Hist. Class Pres. '36; Ch. Election Committee '35. Catherine Rowe Poynter Activities: Vice-Pres.. Sec.. Banker, Mirror Agt. S. R. • Nestalia; Art Club; Marshal Four Semesters. Caroline Cook Postei.lf. Cooky Ambition: Sot to be my sister's mother's father's unmarried granddaughter. rnm,i ir% ,I?n0u.S0Ci.C,y 35' Scc' 'i6’ La Order (om. 35, Scholarship Com. '3S; Pres. Promethean '36; •«'riVie U 36J SC - ° L' C,; Vocal Class 11' 34t,or- 1- Art Club '34; Glee Club 36, School ami State Letters '33. '34. Earl Prickett Ambition: To hit a golf ball as far as Jimmy Thompson. Mary Alice Redmond Ambition: To reach the top of the ladder and look down Club.,ivi,iC : Mirr0r Typ™ '3S: G l- C': Personality John Fknlick Reed “Fen Ambition: To see a cigar—box. Activities: Banker '35; S. R. Sec. '35. Helen Rosknbloom [52] Tme Mirror Louie Gilbert Ryland Ambition :T o give Einstein a haircut. Activities: $. R. Pres. '34, Hanker '35; Mirror Board '35; First Sergeant, R. O. T. C. 36. Amelia Salay “Sally” Ambition: “To rat when l‘ n hungry, to drink when I'm dry and if nothing happens. I'll live 'till I die .“ Activities: G. L. C. '34. '35, '36. Sinki.hr Eucbne Schulze S inky Ambition: To he a success instead of a pest. Activities: Basketball '34, '35. '36; Track '33; Baseball '36; Mirror Agt. '32, '33. '34; Sports Club '34, '35, 36; Milliard '33; Campaign Manager '34, '35. Eleanor Schuster Ambition: Xot to he so deep that I'm narrow, or so broad that I'm shallow. Activities: Honor Society '36; Vice-Pres. Clio '36; S. K. Council Member '35, '36, Vice-Pres. '35; G. L. C. Eon a Mae Shannon Shannon” Ambition: To be the sweetheart of Sigma Chi. Activities: Vice-Pres. Freshman Club 32; S. R. Pres. '32, Sec. '33, Banker '33, '34. Katherine Sharpe Ambition: “To live, love, and be loved. Activities: G. L. C.; Vcstalia Literary Society; Howard Play Day '32. Sarah Bouchhi.le Shepard Ambition: To go smiling thru. Activities: Editor Mirror, '36; Ch. Sr. Class Motto Com.; Pres. Thalia, '36, Vice-Pres., '35; Pres. Writer’s Club, '36; Honor Soc., '36; Glee Club, Gondoliers '34. Carmen' ’36; Council Member, ’35; Pres. S. R., '34; Dramatic Club; Election Committee. 35. Elizabeth M arie Stole Liz , “Lib Ambition:7 o pass History 7 with a 95. Activities: Girl Reserves ’33; Business Hikers '34, '35; Marshal '32. '33. '34. 35; Thalia '32. Verna Simmons Ambition: To see the world. Activities: Marshal '34. '36; F.uterpean Club '33; Radio Club '34; Personality Club '35. '36. Mary Frances Slauson Ambition: Live and learn, die and forget. Activities: Vcstalia '33. '34. '35; G. L. C. '35; Personality Club '35; S. R. Banker 35; G. L. C. Typist; Mirror Typist; Dramatic Club. [53] T If E M I R R o R Tom Smiley Ambition: To be a lawyer and keep Phitliplans out of jnil—so give me a ring. Activities: S. R. Pre . Club; Vice-Pres. Hi-V ; Pres., Vice-Pres., Treas. Stamp C'Iul ; Cabinet; Senior Play. . Lorens Smith Ambition: To meet Lady Luck. Activities: Marshal. Zero Masterson Smith. Jr. Ambition: To know physics like Mr. McGlathery. Activities: Owen '32. ’33; Vice-Pres. S. R. 35. Banker 3 . 34. Paul Stapp Ambition. o get a date without having to ask more than ten girls. Activities: Cshers Club; Sports Club; Hi-V; Baseball and basketball letters. Anne Mvri. Sumner Myrlte Ambition: To find a future full of fun. Activities: Pres. Thalia '35; Law and Order Com. 36; I res Lm Class ’36; S. R. Sec. 33. ’35. Banker ’33. 34. 35; Marshal 33. '35; G. L. C. Edward Bruce Teas Ambition: To squeeze nitroglycerine out of dynamite. Activities: dee Club '35; Football 35. Robbie Gray Thomas “Bobby Ambition: To learn to answer by all the names I called. Activities: Operetta '33; Senior Vaudeville '32 Damrosch Club '32. 33; Girl Reserves '32. am •33; Willett Thomas “Bill Ambition: To always do my best and l e a anything I try. Activities: Glee Club 35. '36. Vice-Pres Mncmosynean. Cor.-Sec. '35, Treas. '36. success in •35. '36; J. A. Thompson [54] Elizabeth Towry The Mirror Frances Truit Peter Michael Tully Ambition: To find out what a jeep is. Doris Virginia Turnipseed “Turnipseed Ambition: To persuade people to fall me by my first name. Activities: S. R. Sec., Banker 35, ’36; Clio, Cor.-Scc. ’35: G. L. C. Executive Committee ’35; Gym Lieut. ‘35: Gym Capt. ’36. Marjorie Hope Vance “Margie” Ambition: To really accomplish my life's work and not merely try to. Activities: S. R Sec. ’32: Clio '34, 35. '36; Marshal 36. Vernon F.. Van de Grift Ambition: To solve the problem of love. Activities: Ass't Editor of Mirror ’35; Editor of Soph. Mirror; Mirror Board; Writer's Club; Marshal; Ushers; Yancey; Hi-Y, Vice-Pres. ’34; Dodo Basketball Team. Clyde Earnest Vineyard Clyditc” Ambition: To be or not to be—what difference does it makef Activities: Manual Training Club, ’34. Don Forrest Wasson “Dan Dunn Ambition: To find the exact value of pi, to trisect an anffle and to find how bin infinity is. Activities: Ch. Council ’36; Election Committee ’36; Mirror Staff ’35; Council Member ’34, ’36; Mirror Agent ’33. Mary Frances Wells Ambition: “To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Activities: Cor.-Scc. Writer’s Club; Feature Writer for Mirror; Shades-Cahaba: Junior Literary Society, Library Club, Dixie Rainbow Club. May Emma Whiten Activities: Business Hikers, ’34, ’35, Sec. ’35; Mirror Typist, '35. James Williams Bud Ambition: To make. Activities: Marshal ’36. [55] 'I' H B M IKROR Edna Mae Witt Ambition: To be beautiful wit tin and to all hr true. Activities: Dramatic Club Trea . '34; S. R. Hanker '35; Mneinosyncan 34. 35. 36; Good Will Committee 35; Executive Board ’35: Scrap Book Committee '36; Marshal '34. '35; Mirror Typist. Richard Boyd Mori.and Ambition: To do or not to hr. Activities: Pres. General Organization ‘36; Pres. Mi-Y '36. Vice-Prcv '35, '36; Vaneev Pres. '35; Pres. S. R. '35; Ushers '3S. '36. Trcas. '36; Dramatic Club '35. '36; Campaign Speaker '34. '35, '36; Clubs Committee '35; Basketball '34. '35. '36; Tenni '36. (Sther (Brnbxmics Cecelia Perl a Abrahams � � V X ■% •V' V 1 Elizabeth Hays Sy.via Paulk Robert N. 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