Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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1 he Mirror SILENCE Silence! With not a sound To fall and catch the ear; Silence—for what?—for whom? Not for dreadful boom, boom Of War. Glenn Williams o FLAUNTING COLOR In peace The crosses stand. Marking with Haunting color, The graves of men Who died in war. A. T. Brown NO ARMISTICE Dead and dying are scattered over the desolate field, torn by merciless shells of war. Proud uniforms ruined by mud and slime of the battle are deeply stained with the blood of mankind. Great guns boom and machine guns rattle. What is the use of this waste and terror? Can wc not find some means for e nding war? Let there he no armistice in our fight for peace 1 Lellwyn Maxwell [17J

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T 11 h Mirror PEACE PLACE vs. WAR White doves, On trees in bloom, Are breathing songs of peace, While vultures ravenous on ground Feed on war. Robert Wheeler -------o------ A CRY A future full of mystery and uncertainty— Darkness—and what does it hold for youth? Signs of war. And youth. Like infants afraid of the dark, Cry aloud in fear. Could we if we would Give them peace? Helen Foust TRENCHES Dawn lights The zero hour. The sergeant’s whistle blows; “Over the top,” he cries. They hear; They die! De Witt Bell ------o------ NIGHT RAID Lights Out! The sounds of planes— People fly for cover! Falling bombs roar down from above— Night Raid! [16J Dc Witt Bell

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The Mirror FUN A MATTER OF WORDS The Woman said: “Waiter! waiter! oh, you’re here arc you? I didn’t notice. Now I’ve brought my friend down to show her my favorite lunching place, and 1 want to have you take particular pains to have everything nice. We want sirloin steak for two— the best you have. Be sure it’s good, won’t you? 1 have told her there wasn’t another place in the city where you could get steak cooked as deliciously as you can here, and 1 shall be disappointed if it doesn’t come up to our expectations. 1 want it cooked just right—I don’t mean too raw in the middle—but not dried up either— well, just about what you call rare, 1 guess. And, let me see—oh. of course, we want some potatoes. Hashed—no. boiled—no. mashed—we always have mashed potatoes at home. My husband won’t eat them any other way, and 1 do get so tired of it. I guess you may bring us boiled—no, they're so common! We’ll take hashed, and —oh yes, something to drink. You’ll take tea? Well, 1 guess I’ll take a cup of coffee. They say hot milk is more nourishing, but never mind, I’ll take the coffee anyway. Now you will try and have everything just as good as you can, won’t you, because—why, he didn’t even wait for me to finish! Such impertinence!” The Man said: “Waiter! Sirloin, rare! Hashed potatoes! Coffee.” Lois Lawrence -------o------ GOOD (?) MORNING When the rooster crowed. And things began to awaken, 1 did not have to look For 1 could not be mistaken. The sky was brightening, But no ruby glow filled the air; For while 1 was idly lying, Sol gave me the rudest stare. James Gibson -------o------ THE MONSTER IN THE DARK We could vaguely see the monster far off on the scene, For the lights threw across the road a very thin sheen; But as we neared the spot where the monster was lying. We could begin to see its peculiar styling. There was something protruding from its head, 1 fear— Oh, My! It had horns in front, and a tail in the rear! As the car slowed down to sixty—yes, ’twas a Ford,— We gasped as we saw old Bossic ambling down the road— Robert Bowen [18]