Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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The Mirror SONG TO SENIORS Rock-a-byc, seniors, on the hooks’ top. As Ion as you study, your grades will not drop. When you stop digging, your standards will fall. Down will come seniors—diplomas and all! Marguerite Harris THE GOOD SHIP GRA0U.1T10 It was the Senior Class of Phillips, with a hundred men aboard Eager to steer their ship ’gainst every woe. A crew, ’twill he admitted, quite mentally fitted To navigate the class against the foe. It was the Senior Class of Phillips embarked full strong last fall. On good ship Graduation, ably manned; And all the air was ringing with Hoys’ Glee Club a-singing Noble chanties as they bravely sailed from land. But when the last weeks loomed ahead, behold, a dozen tests; A dozen tests of seamanship there lay, (Or, it that isn’t plenty. 1 will gladly make it twenty) In crossing over rough Diploma Bay. Said Captain Thomas, Ring, full speed ahead. Alloy, the port is now in sight — And when the class got going, she’d twenty honors towing, When port she made on January night. Harry Kowitz [19]

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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]

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The Mirror MIRACLES OF WINTER Beneath a clear blue winter sky One knows the world is good; it makes One valiant to see and feel The miracles of winter: The sharpness of the bitter wind Sends his chilling gusts shaking The roots of all the trees to give Strength in nakedness; The high heartedness of the woodland Bare but for a few leaves still clinging To crackling limbs, is hoping vet to find New boldness in promised spring; The shyness of the winter sun, Reluctantly rising and eagerly setting. Falls from the heights, Subdued to tempered shining; The clutching of the frosty fingers Of night tears the purple dusk Of earth's shadowy figures, fleeing From bright-lit clouds; The glowing of the skies with stars, Wide-eyed in their twinkling, Makes the cold brilliance of night Rule high in heaven; Beneath a clear blue winter sky One knows the world is good; it makes One valiant to sec and feel The miracles of winter. [20] —Olive Bellew