Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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The Mirror “The Private Life of Oswald, the Mosquito.” If so, perhaps Rufus Duvall as Chief Justice of the Supreme Court will have to try its constitutionality. So now that you understand (or don’t understand) your possibilities, make Phillips proud. As I go on and on, they tell me Einstein has a theory regarding the relativity of Time. It seems there is really no present. There is only past and future. Class, the future calls! Let the past hur its dead, l ime waits for no man.” Our past is childhood and Phillips; our future is graduation—diplomas—and z.e Ole Cruel Woild. And yet— When I dip into the future as far as Phillipian eyes can see, I sec the vision of our class, and The success that we will be. Crazily yet sincerely, Jo Brooks [25]

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T h k Mirror without beauty, and what would Arcadia be without Emma Lee Pepper’s lovely face! It would not be love, music, and beauty—Land of dreams! Now, nothing loath. I must pass into the land of practicality. But to us “the Dream or Ideal World is not remote from the Actual”. What is a Dream? Mary Wilson finds that day dreams during the seventh period soon emerge into nightmares; and something else that your statistician discovered was that practical things are hard to statistize. For truly data on graduates can hardly be fitted in a frame. What’s in a name? Hannah B. Savage—highly civilized Hazel 'Fischer—very substantial Lyman Heard—seen but not heard Doris Holtzclaw—has a gentle grasp Tom Lyons—very tame Charles Strickland—very liberal Arthur Salmon—poor swimmer Virginia Edge—well rounded Perry Walker—enjoys sitting George Wells—has dry wit Fred Winter—cordial and warm hearted John Wright—makes numerous mistakes Again, as a collector of facts it is my painful duty to expose to the public the liabilities of our class. Among us we have spendthrifts. Did you know that the five Browns: A. '1 .. Clyde, Henry, R. J., and Charles waste enough energy, walking the halls with girls, to propel the Queen Mary at 100 horse power? What is the magnetic attraction our beauties have over our young men? The Law of Magnetism says opposites attract and your statistician believes it. Then, too. Lucille Lawson is another reckless spender. She will soon over-draw her bank account if she doesn't refrain from drinking such enormus quantities of sodas, breaking the Law of Capillary Action. Again and again 1 could offer examples. Louise Slier is seen too often in the company of Hollingsworth and Norris. 1 wonder if she'll accept the Power of Suggestion if 1 teil her that candy and figures arc wasteful companions? Notwithstanding all this. 1 have come to the conclusion that our class will some day be of great credit to Phillips, for we possess inexhaustible “possibilities. We have 1 14 pupils, making an average of 250 possibilities, since one student may have many talents. A possibility when put in action developes into an “actuality.’ hence into “credit to Phillips. Elizabeth Barnes may be a renowned chemist; Norman Thomas, a diplomat who never will get his country into trouble. Mayo Brock may attend her college classes two days a week. Since she came to high-Mayo Brock may attend her college classes two days a week. Since she came to hig'n-school only one day a week, she has accumulated reserve power. Arthur Salmon may-some day catch a fish that yawns (too many fish stories) or perhaps a fish that barks (but never bites). Elizabeth Dowdle will no doubt discover her ability as a secretary who has learned to take care of the minutes and let the hours rake care of themselves. (Willis) Hood and Harold (Knight) may combine their names and sell a new model automobile that will put a choke on the back scat driver. Frances Truitt has a possibility of being a novelist: Maybe her first book will be “A Thousand Bites or [24]

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 T he Mirror DAWN A slow, shadowy dawn With soft fall of rain Finds me looking Through a wet window pane. Slow, drowsy drops, I see; And a skyline like a broken arc Rises before me In dim beauty. The dawn is gray, But my spirit is content. Pleasant, quiet restful ness Makes me feel No need for usefulness; I crave no duty; I see only beauty— The grey beauty of the dawn. —Elizabeth Vaughan [26]