Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

Text from Pages 1 - 108 of the 1938 volume:

The Mirror Published by The Senior Class John Herbert Phillips High School January, 1938 Birmingham. Alabama TABLE OF CONTENTS Phillips Night Nesibe Ha link cl After the Last Whistle Dan Walton Graduation JI art ha Lancaster ()ur Changing Times ... Lucy Estes Good Principles .Must Live .1 art ha Lancaster Tragedy of the Sen Clara Xell Cain Beauty and Order Carlene Bozeman Dispositions Martha Franks Aftermath ... Max Slaughter PHILLIPS LITTLE BOOK OF MODERN VERSE No Escape George Me Brule Eves Eunice Harris My Dreams Eunice Harris A Bov ... Cora Ella Cobb Disenchantment Frances Plain Alphabet of Grades .... Bill Bacon CATS-PETS AND OTHERWISE Pet Cat Surbetli Chandler How the Catfish Came to Be John S ha (field I dle-Five-Minutes A Soul in Torment Donald Knipht Julia Owens [5] A Soul in Torment TABLE OF CONTENTS (Continued) “the new realism” John Public Laurence W esson Earth Mother George Murray The Professor ... Joe McKinney “Uncle Hob .. Mary Jane Carl An Interview ....... Barbara Ella Reeves The Mimic Mary Jones The Sign Hanger Virginia Scott A Glimpse of Life Pauline Thomas Thoughts Pauline Thomas Vagabond ..................... Pauline Thomas Simplicity Pauline Thomas BIRMINGHAM Open Doors ............................... Mary Elizabeth Me Lester Approach to Birmingham Miney Breckenridge Birmingham Homes ................................ Opal Freeman Music in Birmingham Caroline Winston SENIOR SECTION Officers and Committees President’s Message ...................... ..... .... Homer Haisten Senior Class Poem “Our Creed .... .............Vida Mae Hancock Senior Class Oration “The Challenge ........... Jimmy Obenchain Senior Roster [6] The Mirror PHILLIPS NIGHT Phillips Night ... A light blanket of snow and a biting North wind . . . Enthusiastic visitors brave the climate to hear the auditorium exercises, to see classroom activities, to talk with the teachers One by one, two by two, and sometimes in family groups they come . . . The auditorium is filled with interested parents, with alumni, with faculty members . . . The large clock on the balcony rail nears the hour of eight . . . Mr. DeMaris raises his baton . . . The lively whispers of the audience cease . . . The orchestra opens the exercises of the evening playing colorful selections .... “Carmen and other orchestral classics lend musical richness .... Then welcome—thrice welcome—By Mr. Going in behalf of the school . . . By the president of the student body in behalf of the General Organization . . . By Mrs. Bailey in behalf of the P. T. A. . . . Speakers pay tribute to Dr. Phillips, distinguished founder of the Birmingham educational system . . . Lyric girls, basso boys, musical instruments blend in harmony as happy fathers and mothers sit in an atmosphere of admiration and delight . . . The band, directed by Mr. Mayer, clothed in red and white uniforms, plays spirited numbers . . . The girls, in dark red evening dresses, with shining pearls about their necks, render numbers as pleasing to the ear as are the snowy corsages to the eye . . . Boys with stiff shirts and stout voices sing . . . Enthusiastic applause from the audience . . . The program closes . . . The parents file out of the auditorium to visit the classroom where activities arc in full swing They talk with teachers about the accomplishments of their sons and daughters in Phillips . . . The mutual understanding will live again next Phillips Night. —Nesibe Bahakel AFTER THE LAST WHISTLE (Captain’s Speech a? the Football Banquet. December 3, 1937) Football is truly a great game. I say it is a great game because it allows us to overcome the natural timidity that is in human nature. In football we learn to fear no one and no task. We are given a task to perform; no alibis are in order, and seldom are they given. Sonic people say too much stress is often laid on football. This is true in that often the purpose is distorted. All too often the players arc instilled with only the one idea, “to win.” The game brings much greater reward than of victory. Football serves to imprint in the minds of us. the players, that old saying, “You can’t get something for nothing.’’ Any of you boys, 1 am sure, will agree with me when 1 say you have got “to put out to play the game. We have all seen the “stand arounder” fail where the steady worker succeeded. This game teaches us that we must play by the rules; that if we break the rules we must suffer the punishment. On this occasion which marks the end of high school football for some of us, I think we cannot help but say we have gained much through our participation in the game. We are better able to hold our heads up. square our shoulders, and face life with a good prospect for another victory. [7] —Dan Walton The Mirror GRADUATION Well, the long-lookcd-for-day is here. Contrary to my long-fixed beliefs, graduation has arrived. And, perhaps because of my doubts, it has. in a sly way crept up on me. What am 1 to do with it. People look at me as if they expected me to burst out in a frenzy of eloquence. And yet, it has made no change in me. except to make me know I would not leave Phillips for any other reason. You’d think, knowing the joy and grief that would beset me on this day, it would have given me some warning, and yet, it let me come blithely on my way, looking forward to it, dreaming of it. planning for it, believing myself mistress of the situation! But when graduation arrives, it takes matters in its own hands and —where am I. In a maze; I am still wondering how I can leave Phillips. Perhaps later 1 may look back and laugh at this occasion that I thought was all sweetness. But by then Phillips will have other graduates on its roll, and they, too, will be undergoing my experiences. —Martha Lancaster OUR CHANGING TIMES Every day has it' conventions, but today, compared with former days, conventions hardly exist at all. Of course, there is a distinct line drawn between right and wrong in the matter of ideals, such as dress, courtesy and political rights, but our grandmamas and grandpapas suffered more from straitlaced conventions than we of today. These poor souls were burdened with exaggerations—clothes were worn in excessive amounts, and were very complicated: a false chivalry existed which put men to great trouble in proving themselves gentlemen; the line drawn between men and women in the matter of personal liberties was very sharply and definitely in favor of the men. Our fair ladies anti handsome gentlemen of bygone centuries were martyrs to fashion. A powdered wig was essential to certain costumes. Even men wore them. Piled high on their heads and tied with ribbon, these wigs, instead of being considered effeminate, were peaks of style. Bright colors dominated in men’s knee breeches ami brocaded jackets. Long hose and buckled shoes completed the fashionable man’s dress. 'Ellis is a far cry from today’s informal attire in which comfort is the most important feature. Quiet tones now prevail, dark browns, blues, and black being the colors worn most in winter; and in summer, white and light tones of all colors. Certainly our present-day men do not submit themselves to the discomfort of their forefathers. Feminine beauty was also enhanced by high white wigs. However, women's clothes were different from those of the other sex. Voluminous kirts and numerous petticoats concealed even the pretty toes of the wearer. At the sight of a dainty ankle peeping from the folds of a skirt, shocked elders quickly informed the victim who be- m T he Mirror tween blushes and (lusters, immediately righted the terrible wrong. Today pretty misses often wear suits that are an abbreviation of those worn long ago. Ranging from brief shorts for beach and tennis to long flowing evening dresses, the modern girl's clothes arc built for health as well as comfort. Gone arc the seventeen inch waistlines which did severe damage to the respiratory system. Waistlines today arc much larger, but this is a part of the naturalness for which our modern girls are noted. Notwithstanding that the dress was very uncomfortable, our forefathers were forced to make a painful attempt at gallantry. A false attitude toward masculine brawn and feminine daintiness resulted sometimes in a condescending but chivalrous manner of men toward women. Only general conversation was carried on in the presence of ladies, for personal matters or those which would offend delicate ears were strictly forbidden. In the present day girls are treated more as pals than formerly and are allowed more privileges such as standing on crowded street-cars, working at jobs that do not require hard physical exertion, and appearing unchaperoned and unescorted at public places. Then, too, the youth of today is not compelled to be as artificially formal and polite to his elders. In former days Age would gaze in shocked surprise at a youth who dared greet him with a familiar “Hey. there!” Now Age merely returns the greeting in the same familiar tone. However, great respect is maintained for the aged, but the ancient, formal politeness is distinctly at an end. Old people of today are more acquainted with the problems of youth, and through their wisdom are able to guide them in a way that would not be possible without friendly ease between the two generations. There are those, however, who wring their hands and wail, “What is this younger generation coming to?” The answer to this question is, “It is coming to be tlie wisest, the most broadminded and the most progressive generation the world has ever known.” Watch for the fulfillment of our prophecy! —Lucy Estes GOOD PRINCIPLES MUST LIVE Good principles must be embodied in individuals—in active, intelligent men and women. In every walk of life we need such citizens; for noble principles considered in the abstract are useless. They live in characters chosen to lead in great crises and in events of national and world-wide importance. In the last analysis, neither wealth nor ancestry can determine our usefulness: it lies in our ability to interpret truth and to express good-will toward our fellowmen. —Martha Lancaster [9] T h e Mirror TRAGEDY OF THE SEA As the toxverinp crags of the Scandinavian coast frown upon a sea of sapphire blue, Sven Jorgeson treads the narrow beach with nervous impatience. He has said farewell to the old folks on the lonely hill and is eager for the arrival of the ship that is to bear him to great adventures, to many far-away places where he may amass a fortune for Hilda, his goddess of the hills, with eyes blue as the sea and tresses like ripened corn. Long months he has awaited this day. Now it is here! But his only thoughts are of the future, and of his return, and of the great wealth he will share with Hilda. Month after month passes; the proud ship plows the waves— a port here— a port there. Year follows year, and as Sven often thinks of the lofty crags of his homeland, always he thinks his cruise will soon be at an end, and then home to Hilda. As time rolls on, from the crest of the high Norwegian hills, a woman with sea-blue eves grown dim and with hair turned silver, climbs down the rugged path— down, down to the sea each day at sunset, to watch and long for a ship to come to harbor. Far away, near the coast of Salvador, a tropical rain pours, as stout trees bend to the whip of rain, and leaves fall to the ground, all of dismal green. The waves toss, the winds howl, and the staunch ship struggles against mighty waves to gain the shore. But, all in vain! Back-, back the ship drifts farther and farther from safety. The vessel goes down—the ship is lost! a store of wealth is lost! As the years pass, day after day Hilda makes a hard journey over stony hills down to the bleak shore watching the ships as they come and go—longing for the ship that will bring her stout-hearted Sven home to Norway, and home to Hilda. —Clara Nell Cain [10] T ii l Mirror BEAUTY AM) ORDER 'Hie summer sun does not always glare, Oft it glows with warming light. The yellow moon is not always pale. Its magic fills the night. The hoot owl is not a noisy bird. Its hoot is delicious mystery. The eagle o’er powers not its prey. It is a symbol of majesty. The stars seem not so far away, As they twinkle and brightly beam. The snow is not all deadly cold, It has glitter and silver gleam. The leafless tree is no ugly sight, Though bare when winter comes along. The brook gives no monotonous chant, It sings a one-part song. Life is not a dreary game; Its beauty is never lost. When winter grows dark, remember The crystal beauty of frost. —Carlenc Bozeman [II] The Mirror DISPOSITIONS Just as there are various kinds of books and shoes, there are many different dispositions. According to authority, “A disposition is the hypothesis used in psychology to bring mental habits into a coherent system.” Now, if the reader does not understand the definition, well, the writer doesn’t cither, but all can comprehend the statement that dispositions are cither natural or acquired—or a combination of both. It is better, however, to have a natural one, if it be good; but an acquired one, if developed properly, will serve as second-best. Different ideas, and different emotions show our characteristic mood or spirit. If one has acquired a cheerful or gloomy disposition, it did not come from one experience, whether the experience was bitter or pleasant, for '‘dispositions”, say the authorities, “are caused by habitual reactions to certain experiences.” For example, a great many persons carry their feelings as a coat, so to speak; any little thing that comes along may brush the nap the wrong way. Such a person will never develop a good disposition. Our contacts with others arc either made pleasant or disagreeable by our temperaments. Certain temperaments lead to friendship and the holding of friends. A sweet disposition makes friends. Who likes to be around a sour person? No one. On the other hand, an agreeable person gets along in the daily walks of life—persons with person, pupil with teacher, and employee with employer. Often we think that we could make our conduct more satisfactory if the circumstances of our daily task were altered, or if the problems which annoy us could present themselves in a different way, but since we must take many things as they come, we must adjust ourselves to many situations. —Martha Franks AFTERMATH When the leaves from the trees start falling, And the wind from the North is blowing, We know that winter is coming And soon it will be snowing. Out of the trunk we’ll get our mittens, And out of the attic our sleds. For soon the snow will whiten And we’ll tumble down on our heads. At the top of the hill we’ll build snow castles. And the bottom will be our fort, When the enemy comes, we’ll wrestle In the snow of our castle’s court. A path through the snow will divide our trenches, And snowballs will be our guns; Hut soon the war will end, when the rain drenches, Or the forts and castles are melted by the sun. [12] —Max Slaughter 'I ii n Mirror Phillips Little Book Of Modern Verse NO ESCAPE Nothing could he worse Than a chronic case of verse. Imagination and emotion pull it:— And if the lines Turn out to he rhymes. There’s no escape for the student. —George McBride EYES She speaks: Brown eyes are never hazy, But always soft and clear. Some say they look like daisies With waters flowing near. He replies: Yes, brown eyes are quite compelling They’ll sometimes hold you spellbound. If you don't believe me, you should see The eyes of my big hound. —Eunice Harris M Y I) R E A M S At night when I go upstairs to bed, When the lights are out. and prayers are said, 1 tuck my little dollie tight And from my heart wish her “Goodnight.’’ And then I crawl into my own. To dream of little dollies home, And all the cakes and pies we’ve made, And all the household bills we’ve paid. Next morning, pleasant dreams are in the past. Night’s visions change and shadows cast, 1 have to go to school next day— That breaks up my dollic’s play. [13] Eunice Harris Tiih Mirror ETIQUETTE Manners at school, huh. inconceivable! It's a fact, it’s unbelievable! Really, folks, it's a comical sight, Watching boys try to eat soup right. They always try to swallow their spoon, We surely «lo hope they’ll stop that soon. Spoons going down will bring a depression; Let's teach ’em better, have you any suggestion? Just watch them try to keep peas on a fork, Or with a knife try to cut their pork. And gulping milk is a sight that’s funny. Boys say it’s their right—it’s their own money. —Eunice Harris A BOY He was no: a handsome boy No more than I or you. He wouldn’t comb and he wouldn’t brush And he hated lessons, too. He was not a wealthy boy No more than you or 1. He had a dog who loved him well— What more could money buy? He was not a perfect boy But that's not the reason why The dog and the boy live in my heart. You see the boy was I. —Cora Ella Cobb [14] The Mirror ALPHABET OF GRADES A is tor Alumni I hope to join If C’s and D’s are accepted coin. B is for hooks carried home every night To save my grades from horrible plight. C is for college I hope to attend But all my credits can’t get me in. D is for doubt about my work Here’s hoping that an F I will shirk. F is for failures that 1 have pooled Also, for faculty that can’t be fooled. —Bill Bacon DISENCHANTMENT Of all the roads that lead to school, I choose the way-side as a rule. Outstretched before me is the scene That nature painted brisk and keen. So sharp the odors 1 inhale 1 long to tramp through hill and vale. But when rough noises strike my ear And chatter of sparrows I begin to hear, Then the path to school becomes too straight. Slowly I lose my rapid gait, All beauties of nature rashly fade Before the horrors of my grade! —Frances Plaia [15] T he Mirror CATS-PETS AND OTHERWISE PET CAT No, don’t go away! I'm not going to bore you with “Why 1 like Cats better than Dogs”, as in pre-school days, but I’ll give you a few pointers on my favorite. Since my even thought, when speaking of animals, is cats, I have chosen the pet cat for my subject. From the time I was old enough to speak a sentence, the word “cat” was always “tucked in”—in the independent clause. Wait, please! Don’t get me wrong. I love those dear fuzzy puffs, but should fate confirm the truth of The OKI Maid and Her Cat”, 1 would rather give up my cat. There are many delightful traits belonging to the cat. Oh! but there 1 go, telling you of my likes and dislikes. Rut here is a pointer—a human side to the pet cat. Have ou e cr owned one, an alley, a Persian, or a betwixt? No? Well, you have missed something. I have had all three and loved every one dearly, no one better than the other. 1 am sure, however, that you will be deeply grieved when 1 tell you that I shed tears everytime one of them departed from the land of “Mice and Men — and women. Yes, I could ramble on forever with this tete-a-tete. But here’s hoping you are not so convinced that you will just take me at my word. Instead take a pet cat into your home and heart, and prove my case. —Sucbeth Chandler HOW THE CATFISH CAME TO BE It was while I was sitting thinking of nothing in particular that my lazily wandering eye lighted upon the nearby cat bullying a mouse much smaller than she. I sprang suddenly to my feet. A sudden thought had come to me—they always affect me in this manner. “1 wonder”, 1 says to myself, “what the connection i between the cat and the catfish. 1 do no: know why 1 have the habit of pondering upon such deep subjects, but the origin of the catfish suddenly began to engross my attention. I began to seek a solution. I thought and thought but could find no inkling of light. It must have been 8 p.m. when 1 dozed off seeking rest for my fatigued brain. But even in my subconscious mind I turned the problem over and over, for 1 knew it was not beyond my ability to figure out the connection. At last there appeared a vision. Out upon the deep blue sea there appeared a ship and on its billowing masts there was the emblem of Catalina, native country of sailor cats. A large and beautiful ship was carrying cats to the new world. Upon the bridge was the captain cat, a grim dissatisfaction showing on his handsome face. A man of few words was the captain and a favorite among men and women alike. So he twirled his whiskers and thought well of himself but there was something missing. There was something that he had never found. At last as he reached the new world and as he sailed slowly up the Mississippi, he saw shining a deep blue pool, surrounded bv drooping willows. Drop anchor,” he cried, “for I’m going ashore. I never saw that pool there before.” 116] T he Mirror And so the boat was lowered and as he neared the pool, he saw a mermaid, young, slim and beautiful disappear beneath it surface. “I’ve travelled north and travelled south, he told his motley crew. I’ve travelled cast and travelled west, no love I ever knew, “But here at last I’ve found it”—they listened, faces set. Sail back, for I am staying to gain the love I’ve met.” He stayed and built a house to dwell in and court the timid creature. Don’t think there were no rivals for rivals there were—three mermen, intent upon winning the mermaid’s hand, made going pretty “tough”. Days grew into weeks and weeks into years before she became interested in his attentions. I see him now swim by her and then the vision dims. Centuries roll by! Another vision comes, familiar to all. A bov of twelve sit on a bank, his fishing pole in hand 1 ask him if he catches trout—he doesn’t understand. “That ain’t for what I’m fishing”, his freckled face all frowns, Them kind don't grow in this here river , and then the cork she downs, And then hack up I see her come and flopping on the hook. There is a great big catfish who’s purring as I look. A handsome face that ca.fish has. and very noble, too. I could have sworn 1 heard him say in voice that made me blue, “I’ve travelled east and travelled west; no love I ever knew. And before 1 chanced to find it, 1 was caught by you. So how the catfish came to be is now no mystery to me. —John Shaffield IDLE-FI VE-.YII N L’TES Happy graduation, fellows! Happy as the result of work accomplished, and the happy, dircct-no-time-lost method of accomplishment. A thing worthwhile is rarely done without overcoming a lot of obstacles. “Skill is tour-fifths kill , which means that killing hard work is required before one i- skillful. The skilled juggler has to—by the way, who is tha: fellow over there who scents to be obsessed with the idea o; making himscif obstreperous. Why, if it isn't that ubiqui.ous, ever-present pest, Old-Idle-hive-Minute himself, who thinks he is going to do as much damage during our New Realism as he lias in the past. Let’s get a toe-hold on the outer extremities of his esophagus and pin him about so forcefully that he will think rigor mortis has already set in, and then cast him down so hard that he won’t know whether he is coming or going. If this won’t suffice, shall we rc oit to a body slams, or shall we bodily throw ()ld-Idle-Five-Minutes out of the window and out of our lives forever? [i?j —Donald Knight T II E M I R R O R A SOUL IN TORMENT The day is prett and school runs along smoothly until the fatal period. The bell rings. and very slowly he drags out of his scat and stumbles, almost falls, up the steps to the third floor. Entering room 323 or 326 he lagginglv goes to his seat and flops. For a moment there is a distant “tic-tic ’ and then another “tic-tic”, steadily increasing until the whole room i in a deafening buzz. This continues for what seems to he an eternity, with an occasional ring to signal for a carriage return, which nearly breaks fingers which arc already numb from constant wiggling. Then the merciful minute comes. The teacher’s loud booming voice sounds over this place of torment, and the clicking stops, except for the timid “tic-tic of a straggler putting the last letters on a well striven for line. The orders and commands which are sounded out fall on deaf ears, ears which arc deaf from the unaccustomed quietness (except for the teacher) which has fallen over the room. The commands and orders are given, and again there is a “tic-tic in the distance, then another “tic-tic . He falls off into dreams of airplanes being blown into bits and falling in slivers on his head, of being in an old tin barn in a hail storm. All of this is revolving in circles and a black curtain seems to be dropping over his conscious being. He is drifting, drifting into space— when suddenly the bell rings. There is a rush and a push for the door, and happiness reigns until the next day when he flops into his seat. Then tic— —Julia Owens [18] 'I' It E M IRROR “The New Realism” We have written about some of the people and things we see every day. We have tried to uncover some of their hidden glamour” and find the wonder in ordinary lives around us. JOHN PUBLIC Mix the traits of all the heroes and villains of history, literature and the Bible and the result is John Public. Ask him to help distribute food to the needy and he will do it. but in his enthusiam he will break half the traffic laws. He agrees with you that peace is the best policy and really means it. but say something about our rights being infringed upon in a foreign country and you’ll have a bloodthirsty demon on your bands. He goe- to church on Sunday, a devout Christian. On Mondav, however, with his sins forgiven, he unthinkingly starts stacking them up again for the next Sunday. He will talk about Freedom of Speech” and Liberty”, and five minutes later, prompted bv a devout patriotism, will say that all the dirty Communists should he jailed or run out of the country. His candidate for office i positively a demi-god until their views differ. Then the candidate has sold out to Wall Street or is going to turn the country over to the Facists. It is hard for him to understand that what is for his own good is sometimes bad for the country as a whole. He hears rhe burden of the slate and knows it. and has no false modesty about it. He wants everyone to understand that he should, therefore, get the most benefit from the government. He is generally conceited to this extent. Corruption in city government should he stamped out.” he says while talking to a friend who has just fixed a parking ticket for him. He did not mean to break the law, and this, to him, makes bis an individual case. His vote carries plenty of power and you could not buy it with money. But promise him certain advantages and you have his support. In his own eves he is not selling his vote but is voting for what is best for the majority, for he says that his good and the common good are the same. He really means well, hut sometimes does not understand well the questions on which he votes. 'Phis man of qualities is the much-spoken-of common man in whose fairly capable, well-meaning hands the welfare of the country rests. —Laurence Wesson EARTH MOTHER Our Earth Mother’s face i wrinkled. The rains beating upon her have caused deep rut and gorges, and she shews the signs of age by the deeply cut canyons and the long winding rivers. Her hair has been shorn by the woodsman with his ax and saw. We depend upon this Mother Earth for our living, and for our luxuries. Her once bountiful natural resources have been wasted and destroyed by the early settlers because they were deceived by the vastness thereof. Now we arc realizing what it means to he thrifty with the resources which she has left in her depleted state. Miners arc digging her heart out day by day so as to make possible our skyscrapers, automobiles, ships, railroads, and other things which are made of iron and steel. Although she still holds much in store for those who care to explore and to build, and is as liberal as ever, it is because we appreciate her that we no longer take her gifts too [19] The M i r r o r much for granted. We want to give back to her, to restore her resources, so that her gifts will never he exhausted. She has seen many generations come and go. Each generation seems to grow weaker and wiser. In growing wiser, we use more to our advantage the things that this Mother holds in store for us. In growing weaker, we do not have to work and strive as hard as previous generations did, because the machine has taken the place of hand labor. When we have made the best of our days, and time is for us no more, our souls will pass to a sweet repose, and our bodies will find rest at last with the Mother of us all. —George Murray THE PROFESSOR The sun was blazing out of a clear blue sky on a hot July morning. Breezes were playing hide and seek among the tall stalks of corn, rustling the broad green leaves as they played. In the barnyard the chickens were still seeking their morning meal. One old rooster had attained his ambition to be a second Lindbergh and had flown to the edge of the barn roof; looking very much like a wcathervane. 'The overburdened peach trees sent a tantalizing odor from their ripening fruit. The red-topped clover, daisies, and long 'hoots of grass in the wide meadow rippled like waves on the ocean. Coveys of quail were feeding in the grass; a woodchuck was lying in the sun with ready eye for fox or dog. Down the path came the professor with his net in one hand, a jar in the other, making for a rainbow tinted butterfly that was leading him a merry chase. The professor was from the university. He was spending a month of his vacation in this heaven-for-anlent-studcnts of botany. He was a tall, skinny fellow, with thin hair, and eyes that had a far-away look in them. As he chased the butterfly down the meadow, he had a fisherman’s basket slung over his shoulder in which he placed small shrubs for his collection. In his left hand he carried a fruit iar in which was a varied assortment of trophies from grasshoppers and dull colored beetles, to richly colored butterflies. In his right hand he carried a butterfly net. He was tripping along as gingerly as his long shaky legs would permit, chasing his prize round and round the meadow. At least he caught it on a rock. Carefully he eased it into the jar ami turned to sec another flitting across the meadow toward the shade of a clump of trees. Entering the shaded area the professor was delighted to find a little pond formed by a trickling brook. He paused to rest in the shade of the trees. Floating on the pond were water cress and water lilies galore. There on a big green pad were large ones small ones—and Oh! such a perfect specimen right in the middle of the pond! Without hesitating the professor deposited his equipment at the water’s edge and started creeping on hands and knees over the very narrow footbridge. Reaching the nearest point of approach, he paused to steady the rocking walk-way and make one swift stroke to get the tropin . ’‘1 think 1 can reach it—careful now— confound this walk, can’t it stay steady—a little bit more—not quite—Oh! curses!”— Splash! Scaring tadpole, frogs and fish as well as himself, he plunged into the pool. The pool, not being over three feet deep, left the professor’s head seemingly sitting on the water. The expression on his face was of intense horror, for as he had sunk into the water a long cold creature had become entwined round his foot. He had often heard of the swiftness with which the venom of a water moccasin acted. The scene [20] T If E I I R R O R of a long black car carrying a rectangular box draped in black with flowers on top and a long procession of automobiles slowly following behind flashed across his inward eye. As suddenly as he had plunged into the pool the professor reacted. Up came his foot. Holding it aloft off slid a sliniv, slippery, slithering eel. —Joe McKinney “UNCLE BOB” Just how my grandfather came to be called “Uncle Bob” 1 cannot say. On one cold, dreary morning with the stirring sounds of the Civil War in the air, he was christened Robert Lewis. After a few years, when their “pride and joy” un-cautiously pressed his tiny sticky fingers over the newly polished piano bench, his proud parents simply shouted, Boh!” But this is not rile whole significance of the name. It means more than a name to his family and friends. To the latter it symbolizes friendliness and a large open heart to every one in Williamson County, be his station high or low. 'They love his dry wit and his lengthy courthouse discussions on politics. They know him to be the essence of honesty and sincerity, his word his bond, albeit he is the best sheep and cattle trader of the surrounding hills of Franklin, an historical little town in Middle Tennessee. Though he dons long-legged flannels on the first brisk days of November, not even the frequent snow storms and downpours hinder his usual daily trip to town. No less than he, would the men of the town miss their conversations of the lowering of tobacco prices, the women miss their friendly chat and bit of kidding, and the children miss their treat at the corner drug store. Often when one of the farm helpers is not available to crank up the old Model “T and drive him into town, he, after carefully brushing the lint from his coat and hat, starts out on foot down the muddy road on his seven-mile journev. But not once has lie walked even a mile before be is most obligingly given a ride by I om Henderson or Jim Jones. They all recognize him the moment his slighly bent yet sturdy figure comes into view. Almost before he completely descends from the running board, he is greeted by someone either needful of advice on some farm problem, someone eager to hear a bit of his home-spun philosophy. or some wife wishing to ask for a loan to tide her famil over until her husband recovers from his spell of rheumatism. His rea.lv rcplv to “Thanks, Uncle Bob, tor that advice,” or “My load seems lifted after a word with you,” or I II pay you back as soon as I am able,” is onlv a gruff, “Fiddlesticks!” [21] —Mary Jane Carl Tiie Mirror AN INTERVIEW I have interviewed an old friend of mine and this is what he said: “During my youth, 1 desired to make an impression, but all that uneasy craving has left me. 1 no longer expect to be impressive. Since I have lost this attitude. I not only feel at case, but 1 also find people more interesting. I say what I think, fully aware that my point of view is but one of many. “I am not at the mercy of small prejudices, as 1 used to be. Then, if I disliked the cut of a person’s hair or the fashion of his clothes, or considered his manner unpicasing, I set him down as impossible. Now I know that these are superficial things, and that a kind heart and an interesting personality are not inconsistent with side burns down even to the chin. If a person’s manner is unattractive. 1 often find that it is nothing more than a shyness which disappears the moment familiarity is established. “There has also come a sort of patience. As a child, mistakes seemed irreparable: calamities intolerable: disappointments unbearable. I have learned that mistakes can often be set right, that calamities have sometimes a compensating joy. that a disappointment is often of itself a rich incentive to try again. One learns that hope is more unconquerable than grief. And many of the sorrows of life lie in the imagination. In the imagination also lies the power to recall the good days.” —Barbara Ella Reeves THE MIMIC Her thin lips were elongated with the most crimson of crimson lipsticks. Her blonde hair was done in a startling fashion with rows and rows of smooth, tight curls on top of her head. She was advancing closer to me in a sort of tottering lope, the effect of tiny feet being encased in spike-heeled pumps. Somebody’s after her. 1 thought, or she wouldn’t be going a: uch a clip of speed. I'll offer help. But looking down the dimly lit hall, I could detect no mad monster at all. As she drew abreast. I saw it all so plainly. How could 1 have missed such an exact likeness? How could I have been so dumb. Her dead-white face gave me the first clue. None other than Joan Crawford could have such vivid lips so alive with color, nor could you tint! such gardenia-white skin on any other than Joan. The hair idea 1 recognized as one inspired by the latest picture of Anne Shirley. The walk that I, in my dumbness, thought was caused by fear was none other than the sophisticated walk of Bette Davis. How dumb I was not to see all this. Or was I? Who was she? You should know. She is found in every large high school. That “l-adore-you” look on her face is the answer. She’s a “duke’s mixture of her favorite movie actresses. Just ask her. She can tell you why “The Bride Wore Red, or who was “The Toast of New York. when really Greta Garbo should have been. But ask her “what’s a met-a-phor? and shr replies in a daze, “to put the cows in, you know. [22] —Mary Jones The Mirror THE SIGN HANGER A high spot in the busy days of little children is the advent of the sign hanger. When they hear the familiar chug of his motor and the faint sound of his horn, all the children of the neighborhood run shrieking out of their houses to be the first to greet him. 1 here he is in his old car. loaded down with paste, paper, ladders, and brushes. He greets all the kids with a cheery smile and they in turn chorus. Hello, Mr. Man. What arc you painting today? He looks mysterious, then smiles and tells them to wait. Soon he turns and starts to work. He sings awhile, then whistles, because he is happy at his work. He is the great artist before an admiring audience. They envy his skill with the large brush and strips of paper. Ah’s of admiration are heard as the picture slowly begins to form. First there is the white border that is characteristic of all sign pictures. Then the next strip and so on until the pictures is complete. I he painter tcps hack to view the picture with a critical eye. Moth the painter and the children love the picture of the little girl there upon the board. Her golden curls and smiles seemed real for the moment. The children exclaim gleefully at the new picture of Shirley Temple that is to play the next week. Pleasant anticipation for the children: satisfaction of completed work for the painter. 'I he pic.ure has passed the approval of the hanger and he begins to pack up. So with profuse goodbvs the painter rattles away and the children resume their interrupted play. —Virginia Scott A GLIMPSE OF LIFE She is coal black, aged, and a hit decrepit, and though she boasts of the fact that she wa horn “befo’ the Surrender,” she sets her age at forty-five. She is depen dent upon the welfare of kind people. Though her toothless mouth is a sign of age and poverty, her spirit is none the less durable, and her weather-beaten features arc none the less interesting. Her humble obedience is the pathetic attribute of a handicapped race. Her religion is as Puritan as her ancestry is African. Enduring faith and hope inspire her to loudly sing in a husky voice various Negro spirituals, or to chant her own improvised melodies. With a child-like enthusiasm for her work, she sells candy wheji the weather permits. One week she collects money to pay for her husband’s funeral expenses: the next week, praises God for mv health , she says, “and good meat boiling in the pot.” .Most people arc amused at her quaint characteristics; others sympathize and take part in Negro welfare movements. Her two-room shack, gaily decorated with numerous calenders, or colored pictures and festive advertisements bedecking the walls, is a veritable peep-show for small children. Her speech is usually humorous, but I knew not to laugh when one day she indignantly exploded, “Why can’t 1 get work? I got to live. 1 i folks, too! [23] —Pauline Thomas The Mirror SONGS OF STEAM I’m frail, you say, light and airy? Yet powerful weights you make me carry; For I make the wheels go ’round, Ships to move, whistles sound! I’m the stuff that moves the world! And I make the heat to flame, The force behind the worker’s game. I’m a conqucrer of Man! I’m a conquercr of steel and storms and Man! —Pauline Thomas THOUGHTS Thoughts while strolling, while sitting and dreaming; Thoughts like the wind, like the stars or the rain; Thoughts of the high nobility, Thoughts of the peasant clan; Thoughts of a whimsical young girl, Thoughts of a robust young man; Eternal thoughts of generations past. Where are you now? —Pauline Thomas VAGABOND A country road, God’s vagabond, It tramps awhile, then stops To smell a gold tipp’d golden rod, To listen to the South-wind talk. —Pauline Thomas SIMPLICITY Through auroral mists at dawning, Rising slowly over the bay, Even before the birds take warning Comes the sun to light the way. Just as in the great Beginning, God created man and beast, Things done calmly, simply, surely, Arc not numbered among the least. [24] —Pauline Thomas The Mirror Birmingham OPEN DOORS The door of learning is open wide For our future. Many have passed through who willed and tried To gain culture. So we can learn to live with grace, For there are no doors that bar; Any of us with up-turned face Can walk and walk afar. —Mary Elizabeth McLester APPROACH TO BIRMINGHAM The approach to the City of Steel is indeed an entrance to a City of Magic. Towering high on the top of Red Mountain stands Vulcan, which one beholds as he climbs the steep ascent. With ever watchful eyes, he guards the riches of both mountain and valley. The torch in his hand beckons the traveler into his kingdom. Upon the threshold the stranger gasps with amazement at the view before him. The twinkling lights, the flashing signs and the red flicker of the western sky fill him with awe. Descending the mountain, he is dazzled by the lights playing “hide and seek between the branches of the trees. The spire of Highland Methodist Church rises heavenward from the tree tops, and the chimes peal out rhythmically above the confusion of noises. It is six o’clock. The bark of the automobile, the clang of the street car, and the merry laughter of children make the traveler realize that he is not in a trance, but entering one of the South’s most progressive cities. On either side well-trimmed lawns arc made visible by the street lights. The glow from the windows of the residences seems to send out a welcome, and the reverent attitude of the statue of our beloved Brother Bryan seems to bestow a blessing on all who enter the city. 'I'he white way guides one onward—a beacon beckoning one with its brilliance; tali buildings rise against the horizon. Many colored lights flash on and off. The rumble of trains, the dark underpass and the cries of newsboys announce the entrance to the heart of Birmingham. —Mincy Brcckenridgc BIRMINGHAM HOMES Birmingham is an industrial city. How often we have heard this statement and gloried in this fact. Yet Birmingham is a cultural center as well. It is too often true that people who know only a little about a city reach conclusions too hastily; such has been the fate of Birmingham. People have heard of our many industries, and our industrial progress, but those who have visited the residential sections of our city are convinced that in the midst of this busy center much culture thrives. A visitor need only drive through the residential sections to verify this statement. Some of Birmingham’s most beautiful homes have won national recognition [25] T h E Mirror and admiration bv architects and designer . Vestavia” is typical. The pattern is a fifth century Roman Temple, the style is absolutely modern. 'This home situated on Shades Mountain has spacious grounds, famous for walls of roses, sunken gardens, and pea cocks no less magnificent than the house. Many homes in Birmingham are distinctive because they are made of native stone. These houses have early American exteriors with rustic interiors. The huge stone fireplaces, an outdoor grill, and a basement cave add charm. Not only single houses but entire sections merit praise. The Mountain Brook section is noted for its development of fine homes in expansive, natural settings— homes retaining the southern motif but with every modern innovation. Great variety of architecture abound—Norman, Spanish, Mediterranean, and others. It is evident that Birmingham is becoming known as a city of lovely homes. —Opal Freeman MUSIC IN BIRMINGHAM Birmingham is otic of the musical centers of the south. It has made great advancement for i s age. The well-known critic, Chalmers Lowell Pancoast, cited Birmingham as being the city which made the greatest progress in musical education in the year 1936. Many efforts are being made by its citizens to make this city more music-conscious. In the schools students are given every opportunity to learn to appreciate music. Children begin the study of music in the first grade with their little hands and continue the study of i: throughout their school life. In every school the students have an opportunity to learn to play some instrument. As the child goes from grammar school into high school, he is given more opportunities. There are the orchestras; hands, which belong to the National Band Association; A Capella Choir and Glee Clubs. This city was the first in America to teach high school pupils to take an active part in the actual production of the finest operas written in the Fnglish language. 'The Gilbert and Sullivan operettas arc favorites of both those who attend the performances. and those students who participate in them. Also the Glee Clubs and Bands of the two colleges arc considered very good. No: only in schools hut also in churches arc efforts being made to offer music to the residents of this city. There are a large number of excellent church choirs here toe. Nearly a!I the churches in this city present a pageant or program at Christmas. Still other organizations are striving to satisfy the Birmians love for music. One of these is the Apollo Boys Choir. These boys sang for President and Mrs. Roosevelt at Warm Springs, Georgia and for the Vienna Choir Boys visiting here. The hoys were highly commended, the director of the Vienna Choir saying the intonation was as nearly perfect as he had ever heard in any American choir. Also, there arc two choral societies: the Handel Choral Society, only recently organized, has already presented the oratorio '‘Elijah’’ and “The Messiah’’ and the Birmingham Choral Society which presented Hayden’s “The Seasons and will sing with the Symphony Orchestra in April. This Birmingham Civic Symphony Orchestra is presenting five concerts for our people this season, with a special number on each program. Also the Music Study Club has done much to make Birmingham more musical minded. Through this club many outstanding musicians are brought here as reasonable prices. 'Through their efforts there has been a Civic Opera Association organized which promises the residents of this industrial center grand opera. So we see that although Birmingham is a great industrial city, it is also one of the most music-minded cities in the United States. —Caroline Winston [26J Class or January, 1938 MOTTO: Auspicium melioris aevi Prophecy of a better age. FLOWER: Chrysanthemum COLORS: Gold and Blue President .. ..... Homer Howard Haistcn, Jr. Vice-President ............................................ James Wade Battles Secretary ........................................... Eleanor Elizabeth Longcrier Treasurer Carlcne Dot Bozeman Orator ..... Irving R. Obenchain Pianist Mary Ellen Jackson oculist Sara Johnson Reedy Poet .............. ........................................ Vida Mac Hancock dr list Janie Roberta Strickland Violinist ... Mary Joann Levey Miss Vcrplanck. Sponsor Lucy Murl Estes Miss Rowe, Sponsor Jimmie Cruse COMMITTEES RING Mildred Stansell, ('.hairman Hugh Hawk Virginia Evins INVITATION • John Shat field. Chairman Julia Cooper Walter Anderson Miss Senn. Sponsor Virgil Sandcfcr Miss Comer, Sponsor Ruthc Griffith MOTTO Joe Morrison, Chairman Ernestine Bazemorc COLOR AND FLOWER Dorothy Broadhead YEAR1K X k Miss Ellis, Miss Beard, Sponsors Caroline Winston Homer Haistcn Bart Traywick, Chairman Harrv Baker John Shaffield, Chairman Barbara Ella Reeves [28] T he Mirror President’s Message OUR CITY: THK CHANGING POLITICAL ERA It is with joy that we note that some of the nation- of the world are losing their nationalism and are becoming states in that international land, Esperantos, where is spoken the language of love and friendship. We are glad that certain countries are not arguing independence and “states’ rights theories as intensely as formerly. On the contrary, they are uniting to form “more perfect” unions, as evidenced by the better defense united China is making against Japan. But, primarily, we Seniors arc interested in the development of our cities, for they touch us more intimately than any state or nation. In the infancy of the United States there were few cities: consequently, there was little need for efficient local government. Today, since our country has leaped in its boundaries from the Appalachians to the Pacific, towns and cities have sprung up everywhere. These communities soon developed their own body politic: but. with these administrations came unscrupulous politicians who cared not for the people’s needs, bur out only for their own gain. Big political machines such as Tammany Hall, the Tweed Ring, and the Gas Ring arose in the larger cities from the banding together of such politicians. During the latter part of the nineteenth century', however, citizens, aroused against these groups, united to break up at least a few of the rings. The feeling for cleaner and wiser government has spread during the early days of this, the twentieth century, so that most of the other ignoble officials have been pushed out of the way. Nobler thoughts and emotions on the part of the people of the cities have brought about improvement in municipal government. The time has come when we, the office-holders of to-morrow, must do our part toward making an America of better-governed cities. When we as young men and women approach the threshold of life, we shall find many reforms still to be made. To complete the reformation, we must use the practical sanity of sound thinking and let prophetic wisdom guide our franchise. To hope for success in achieving our high ideals, wc the members of the graduating class of 19.18, must capture the spirit of truth, faith, and self-reliance. Truth, faith, and self-reliance make an intrinsic nobility by which we young men and women must make a “new era in the governing life of our times. On! Up I Boot and saddle! Give purs to your steeds, • There’s a city beleaguered that cries for men’s deeds. For faith that is strength and love that is God On, through the dawning! Humanity calls! Life’s not a dream in clover! On to the walls, on to the walls, on to the walls and over! —Homer Haisten [29] The Mirror SENIOR CLASS POEM OUR CREED When lessons of school arc stoutly won, And the braver tasks of life begun. Wc are confident we shall succeed If wc follow our noble creed: To live and love. In the distance, the peaks stand high To pierce the open-vaulted sky And challenge us. If we but valiant be. We’ll live discerningly. Nothing can dim our sight; Alertly, from left to right We’ll look—and try To free our minds from haze Of dark, uncertain days. To free our hearts from petty hates of life That nurture and engender strife. Then the heart is high; And when opportunity, broad and free Does come to you and me, We can sec the gleam and pleasure Of all the world’s gay treasure, And bv persistent skill Work out high good will Toward our fellowmen. We want to live and love: To love the busy marts of trade, The lowland and the grassy glade; For nothing is small and nothing can pall When the heart is high. When the heart is high We give the conquering shout: Love will triumph. Then wc lose our selfish need In service of the larger deed. Then we give. Then we live! [30] —Vida Mae Hancock T h e Mirror SENIOR CLASS ORATION THE CHALLENGE Here in the heart of a city is a monument to man’s hif� h endeavor, a place of learning which challenges youth to explore the wonders of the sciences and the arts, and to find a common basis of human understanding. This monument is our own Alma Mater, John Herbert Phillips High School. Throughout the years Phillipians have accepted their school’s call to follow the paths of knowledge, truth, and understanding and they will continue acceptance as long as the school stands. As hundreds of students, representing all sections of the United States and many countries of the world, enter Phillips, they bring offerings and receive in return gifts. They bring their cultures, their traditions, their ideals; they receive a blending of cultures, a refining of ideals, and a deepening of understanding. The pupil from another country can break the barriers of nationalism when he plays fairly his part in the competitive game or accepts the responsibility of a cooperative enterprise. At the same intellectual table sit the students from homes of limited income and those from more fortunate families; for intellect, talent, and character form a brotherhood at Phillips. This cosmopolitan attitude in our High School is fostered by our teachers, our courses of study, and even the environs of our city. Our teachers, like those of the other city high schools, have been trained in all parts of the United State , and bring breadth as well as depth to their subjects. Unlike the other city schools, however, our courses range through home-economics, auto-mechanics, appreciation of music, art, and poetry. Among the public high schools of the city, Phillips is the one whose spacious roof houses studio and shop, laboratory and stage. Here artisan and artist, ordinary student and scholar prepare for the future, whether it be entrance into college or into the world. Already many graduates have entered business, taking with them the liberal spirit of Phillips as the Athenian merchants carried Greek civilization to the surrounding countries of the Mediterranean. Already, her graduates, as students in colleges all over the land, are disproving by the thoroughness and diversity of their interests, sectional misrepresentations. Nor is this cosmopolitan attitude at Phillips attenuated. It is a very real liberalism. A votaress of Athena, Phillips is like that tutelary, a patron of the crafts and the arts, though she has always been identified especially with the intellectual interests of the city. If Birmingham becomes known as a center of tolerance and justice, bright and beautiful, it will be in no small degree due to the influence of graduates from Central High School and John Herbert Phillips High School who have given to her a wider and deeper appreciation of the crafts and the arts. As the graduating class of January 1938, let us hold fast the ideals of our Alma Mater. We live in a time when our own country and state is torn between “the falsehood of extremes,’’ when many of the wonders of science have been turned to the horrors of war, when the nations of the world arc in need of a closer relationship, a uniting influence. Only men of good will, with clear minds and courageous hearts can meet this need. The challenge is ours! [31] Jimmy Obenchain r it e Mirror Homer Howard Haisten, Jr “Cicero Ambition: To advance further than the best on this road which is life. Activities: Senior Class President, '38; Natl. Honor Society ’36. ’37, Vice-Pres. ‘37: (Jen. Organization Vice-Pres. ‘37; Scholarship Com., ’37; Dramatic Club ’34, ’35, ’36, ’37, Pres. ’37; Yancey Cor.-Sec. ’37; Cshers ’36, '37. James Wade Battles “Jimmy Ambition: To build my air rustles of steel. Activities: Vice-President Senior Class '38; Gen. Orn. Chairman Scholarship Com. '37; National Honor Soc.; Mirror Agent ’35; Marshal '36; Biology Class Pres. '36. Eleanor Elizabeth Loxgcriex Ambition: To look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true. Activities: Secretary Senior Class; National Honor - Society; Personality Club Pres. '37; Writers Club '3S; j G. L. C. ’35. '36; Thalia '35; S. K. Pres. '3S. Vice-Pres. ’37; Council Member '34. Carlese Dot Bozeman j Ambition: To love many, trust fete, and always paddle my own canoe. ( Activities: Senior Class Treasurer, '38; National Honor Society; Aglaia '34. '3$. ’36. 37. ’38; S. K. Pres. ’35, Vice-Pres. '36, Sec. '34. '38; Vice-Pres. History Class '34. '38. Irving R. Obench aik, Jr. “Jimmy” Ambition: To be successful in all my work. Activities; Senior Orator '38; National Honor Society ’37. '38; President '38; Yancey '34. '35. '36, '37. Third X Member Standing Com. '37; Band '34. '35, '36. '37 Mary Ellen Jackson Ambition: To arouse in others by my playing the ruptu-rous excitement which cast overcome one when listening to beautiful music. Activities: Senior Class Pianist; Senior Class Composer; Asst. Accompanist tor Glee Club '37; Glee Club '37; Orchestra; Band; “Do-Rc-Mi” Madrigal Club; Damrosh Club. Pres. '35, Sec. 36: Peace Club '37. Sarah Johnson Reedy “So Ambition: To accomplish as much as I possibly can with the talents I have Activities: Senior Class Vocalist; Glee Club '37; Operetta '37; Damrosch Club '36, '37, Parliamentarian; Phillips Night Program; Dramatic Club '34. Vida Mae Hancock Tom Ambition: To climb the stairs to success (if the elevator isn't working). Activit'es: Senior Class Poet; S. R. Banker '34; History Class Sec. '37; Freshman Mirror Board; Soph. Mirror Board; Mirror Agt.'37; Personality Club '37. Janie Roberta Strickland Ambition: To know life, love, and a new joke. Activities: Artist Senior Class; Aglala '34. '35. ’36, ’37. Pres. '36, '37, Vice-Pres. '35, Custodian '36; Art Club '34; Dramatic Club '35, ‘56; Trea� '36; Pen and Brush Club. Mary Joann Levey Jo Ambition: To see a cigar box. Activities: Violinist Senior Class; Orch. '35. '36, '37, Sec. '36. P es. '37;Damrosch Club '35 '36. ’37. Sec. ’36, Prc.. '37; Marshal '35; Mirror Board '37 T he Mirror Allen Jack Alexander Ambition: To mean as muth to the world as glue to postage stamps. Activities: Owen '34, '35. '36; History Class Pres. 35; S. R. Pres. ’36; Symphony Concert Usher '36. Thomas H. Avirett, Jr. •‘Shorty” Ambition: To do my job so well that no one ean do it any better, and to do it so fast that no one ean do it any faster. Activities: Basketball, Kee Wees '35, Varsity 36; Track '36; Cheer Leader '37; Gen. Organization, Athletic Com. ‘37; Hi Y Club ’37. William Holcomb Bacon Red Grange Ambition: To learn the multiplication tables. Activities: Football '34. 35, '36, '37. Harry Turner Baker '•Phil Ambition: To be an aviating, syncopating accordionist. Activities: Owen '33, '34. 35; History Class Pres. '34, '35, Vicc-Pres. 34, '36; S. R. Pres. '37; Chetn. Lab. Asst. '36, '37; Biology Class Pres. '37. Ernestine Miller Bazemore Butch Ambition: Esse ibi ubi tern pus fugit. Activities: Hist. Class Pres. '35, '36, Vice-Pres. '36, '37; Pierian '34. 35, '36. '37. Vice Pres. '37, '38; G. L. C. '36. '37; Executive Com. '36; Dramatic Club Trcas. '36; Mirror Board; Council Member '36; S. R. Banker 34, Vice Pres. '36, Sec. '37; Speech Class Vicc-Pres. '37; Cabinet Member '37; Phillips Night '36; P. T. A. Program '37; May Festival Court '37; Football Sponsor '37; Dramatic Club '34. '35, '36, 37. Martha Louise Bazemori Ambition: To see myself as others see me. Activities: Dramatic Club '34; Jr. Red Cross '34, '35. Secretary ’35; Phillips Night Program '36; Personality Club 36. Frank Austin Beavers Sunny Ambition: To see the world. Hattie Lou Bennett Lulu Ambition: To do unto others as would have them do unto me. Elzie Elizabeth Benton Eli-hee” Ambition: To be an important and charming lady. Activities: S. R. Sec. 35, Banker '36; Vice-Prcs. History Class 36; Clio '35. ’36, '37. Ruth Edna Berryhii.l Rufas” Ambition: To have lots of bright ideas and something besides a shiny nose to reveal them. Activities: S. R. Sec. ’37; Jr. Red Cross ’35; Business Hikers’ Club 34; Vodvil '36; Banker '37. [33] The Mirror Vivian La Verne Billingsley Ambition: To reach my on at—happiness. Activities:Girl Reserves ’35; Marshal '37. Dorothy Elaine Broad he ad “Billie” “Dot” Ambition: To he a success. Activities: Writers’ Club '36, '37; Thalia ’34. '35; Clio '36, ’37; Dramatic Club '34, '35. '36. '37, Chairman Costumes Com. '37; Phillips Night Program '36; May Festival '37; S. R. Sec. '34; Banker '34. '35, '36. ’37; Council Member '35; Mirror Board '36, '37; Carmen '36; Freshman Vodvil '36. James Terry Brothers “J. T. Ambition: To he a success at the work choose for my future. Activities: Pres. S. R. ‘37, Vice-Pres. '36; Owen f36.’37. Martha Jane Bruce “Pat Ambition: To he a flood secretary. Activities: Pierian '34. '35, '36; Personality Club '37; S. R. Banker '34; Phillips Night '35; Vodvil '35. Clara Nell Cain Ambition: To strife, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Activities: National Honor Society; Vodvil '35; Marshal '34. ’3$; S. R. Banker '37; Clio'35; G. L. C. '37 '3S; Personality Club ‘37, '38; Phillips Night '37; Mirror Typist '37; Annual Typist '37. Dyer Carlisle. Jr. “Pinkey Ambition: To obtain and maintain the respect of all voho shall know me. Activities: Ushers '36, '37. Associate Head Usher '37; Vaneev '35. '36, '37. Treas. '37; Student Council '37; Band ’35. ’36, ’37; Hi-Y '35, '36. Dorothy Winifred Carter Dot Ambition: To live a full and enjoyable life. Activities: S. R. Banker '37; Aglaia ‘35. Mary Suebeth Chandler Pete Ambition: To find that fluid mine in the sky. Activities: Clio '36, '37; S. R. Banker '36. William Andrew Cline, Jr. Ambition: To understand triflonornetry and to find out if I'm flood for anything besides nothing. Julia Anita Cooper Ambition: To live the life God would have me live. Activities: Gen. Organization, Sec. 36; Clubs Com. '37; Council Pres. '37; Council Member '34, '37; Clio Pres. '36. Sec. '35, Social Chairman '37; Jr. Red Cross Pres. '37, Vice-Pres. '36; S. R. Sec. '34, Pres. '35, Banker '35; Club Stunt Program '37; Pen and Brush Club '37; Art C'b's Sec. '35., Pres. '36; Gen. Organization Delegate to Youth Conference '37; Jr. Red Cross Delegate to Natl. Convention, '37. [34] T he Mirror LuciLB CoUPl.Asn “Sally1' Ambition: To live each Jay so that the next will find me further. Activities: Operetta 35; Glee Club ‘34. '35; Girl Reserves ‘37. Treas. 37: Mncmosyncan 35; Personality Cluh ‘37, Bus. Com. 37: S. K. Vire-Pres. 36. Banker 36; Dramatic Club '34; Marshal '35, '36, '37; Phillips Night '34, '35, '37; A E.A. '34. 35 ; Glee Club Concert 34. '35; Soph. Mirror Board '35; Spring Festival '34. '35. Florence Elizabeth Cowan Betsy” Activities: S. R. Vice-Pres., Banker '34; French Club v '34, '35; Operetta ’35; Circus '35; Personality Club '37; rJ Marshal ‘35. Jimmie La verse Cruse Little Bit” Ambition: Sot to hr afraid when t see my name in lights. Activities: National Honor Society; Dramatic Club '34, '35. '36; Mirror '36. '37; Christmas Play ’35; Aglaia '35, '36; Senior Play '37; Stage Com., Invitation Com., Senior Class '37; English Class Pres. 37; History Class Pres. '35. Ben Denton, Jr. Ambition: Always to understand iveryone. Activities: History Class Vicc-Pres. '54; Phillips '36. '37. Ruth Helen Dinning “Boot” Ambition: To live and see good in everyone. Activities: Gen. Organization Clubs Com. '37; Dramatic Club '34, '35, ’36, Play '36; Jr. Glee Club '35; “Carmen ’36; Freshman Vodvil '36, '37; Sr. Concert '34; Girl Reserves '35, '36, 37. Social Chairman’36, Rcpre-senative '35; Phillips Night Program '34. Kitty Ennis Dorroh Ambition: To secure a position as stenographer, Activtics: History Class Treas. '36; Mirror Typist '37; Phillips Night Program '36; Jr. Glee Club '35; Spring Festival '35; Personality Club '36, '37; Mncmosynean 34. Lucy Muri. Estes Ambition: To know life, love and a new joke. Activities: Soph. Mirror Board '35; Jr. Mirror Board '36; Annual Board 37; Ring Com. '38; Damrosch Club '36; Personality Club '37. Meurice Hfsriettk Finer • Reeie” Ambition: To make others proud to say of me, I knew her when . . .” Activities: Clio '35, '36, '37, Treas. '35, '36,_ Press Com. '37; History Class Critic '35; Mirror Campaign '35. S R. Sec. '36, Banker 57; Campaign Manager '57; Dramatic Club '36, '37; Sponsor in Parade '37; Music Class Librarian ’37. Justus Theodore Finke Spider Ambition: To reaeh the top'' by my own initiative and stay there. Activities: Jr. Red Cross Treas. 35, '36; S. R. Mirror Agent '34, '37, Banker '34; Bio. Class Pres. '36; Dramatic Club '34; Owen '35, '36; Sec. English Class '35; Phillips Night Program '35, 36. James C. Finley Jim'' Rose Bowl” Ambition: California or bust,” Martha Virginia Franks “Mot Ambition: To finish school and reach the lop in the business world. Activities: Penmanship State Prize '34; Mirror Board '35; Girl Reserves ’34. 35. '36. '37. Vice-Pres. '36; Devotional Chairman '36; Jr. Red Cross '36. Rosa Lee Franks “Roe Ambition: To live a Christian life. Activities: Girl Reserves '34, 35, '36, '37, T re as. '36, Scrap Book Com. '35; Orchestra '34. '35. '36; Phillips Night Program '34. '35; Choral Festival ’34: Mirror Typist ’36. Opal Freeman Ambition: To have an ambition. Activities: National Honor Society 37; Mncmosyncan ’36. '37; State Typing Contest '37; May Festival ’37; Marshal '37. Margaret Gei.oers “Richard Ambition: To be such a good journalist that I can give even Hahakel all the publicity he wants. Activities: National Honor Society '37; Editor-in-chief Mirror '37; Mirror Board '36; President Peace Club '37; President Science Club '36. Vice-Pre . ’37; Treas. Writers Club ’37; May Day Festival ’37. Robert D. Gray Bob Ambition: To be a chemist. Activities: Senior Play ‘3S; Owen 37; Dramatic Club '37; Phillips Night Program '37; Critic History Class 36; Stamp Club '37. Mart Ruthe Griffith Rufus “Boopie Ambition: To sail the boat of success across the ocean of life. Activities: Pierian ’33, '34, '35, 36, '37; Art Club '33, ’35. '36. '37; Writers Club '36. '37; G. L. C. '34. '36, '37; Dramatic Club '34, '35, Pep Stjuad '37; Blips Night Program '33, '35; Sec. Vocal Class '37; Organization Scholarship Com. '37; Mirror '36, '37; Pres. History Class '37; Freshmen Vodvil '34. Hazel Marie Grimes “Flippo Ambition: To give and find the best. Activities: Astraea '36, '37; S. R. Vice-Pres. '35, Treas. '36; Mirror Agent '37; 'Marshal '36. Margaret Guttery Ambition: To sail the boat of success across the ocean of life Eunice Bell Harris Ambition: To always keep the high spirit of the cow who jumped over the moon. Activities: S. R. Vice-Pres. '36, Banker '35; Mirror Agent '34; Jr. Glee Club '35, '36; Personality Club, Social Com. '37; Phillips Night Program ’34. ’35; Mirror Typist '37. Hugh Kyle Hawk “Hawkeve Ambition: To be either an aeronautical engineer or a writer, to be able to invent short cuts in Math, and to tee Paris—with compliments to my physics. English, math and language teachers respectively Activities: Dramatic Club '36. '37, Treasurer '37; Marshal 37; Radio Forum '37; Senior Play ’37. [36] Tiib Mirror Orene Hinson Rene Ambition: To drive down into difficulties and heave out surest. Activities: S. R. Vicc-Pres. '36, Banker '34, '35; Girl Reserves, Devotional Chairman '36; Phillips Night Program ’34. '35, '37; Spring Festival '34, '36; Freshman Vodvil '36; Independent Presbyterian Church Program '34. '35; History Class Pres. '34; Jr. Glee Club '36; Dramatic Club '34. Tolbert P. HiB8t.tR Country Hib Ambition: To graduate before I get an old age pension Activities: Phillips Night '35, '36. RAi.ru F.dwin Hutchins “Hutch Ambition: To retire as an elderly bachelor without regretting it. Activities: Ushers’ Club '36, '37. '38; Mirror Agent '35 Reps Dewitt Jones Tubbv Ambition: To tee myself as others see me. Russell Eugene Jones “Rusts Ambition: To be a John I). Rockefeller of the arc welding industry. Activities: Cheer Leader '35, ‘36. '37. Ruth King Ambition: To rise to success without an elevator. Anna Lucii.e Klein Lucy Ambition: To find the position for which I am best fitted, and to fill it better than anyone else can. Activities: Clio '37. Thaddbus Donald Knight “Duck Ambition: To go, see and conquer. Activities: S. R. Banker '33, '35, Sec. '34; Mirror Agent '34. Harold William I.agman Preacher Ambition: To see the Rlossoms on Broadway . Activities: Banker 34; Marshal ’34, '36, '37; Owen Critic, '35. Martha Florence Lancaster Marshie Ambition: To learn to do by doing and begin in time to finish without hurry. Activities: Girl Reserves, Treasurer '34, Yice-Pres. '34, Membership Com. ’35; Delegate to Youth Convention '36; S. R. Banker '34; Personality Club '37. [37] T he Mirror Bobbie Elizabeth Lindslev um Ambition: To be a private stenoyrafiher to Floyd (iibbons. Activities.: i. I. C. '35. '36. ’37; Pierian '34. '35; Ves-talia '36, 37 ; Phillips Night Program '35, 36 ; A. E. A. Hostess '35. '36; Phillips Representative in Typing Con-toi '35. '36; Mirror Typist ‘37; Marshal 36. Assit VN II.M A LOMAX Die” Ambition: To hr happy and successful. Activities: National Honor Society; Dramatic Club '34, ‘35. '36; t.irlv Letter Club '35. '36. '37; Agalia '35; Personality Club '37. Mart Virginia Lowery mbltion: To hr a success in my life nork. George lit acock McBride Dough Ambition: To become an electrical engineer. Activities: Owen '34; Hi-Y '37; History Class Pres. '35, '36; S. R. Pres. 34; Banker '36; Mirror Agent '37; Chem. Class Pres. '36 An Ml M ary McCali Mary Ann” Ambition: To yet what I want when I want it. to want what I yet when I yet it. Activit'cs: National Honor Society '37; Personality Club '37. Social Com. '37, Vice-Prcs. '37; S. R. Pres. '37; Council Member '37; Peace Club '37. Constitutional Com. '37; History Class Vice-Pro. '37; Jr. dec Club '35; Spring Festival '34. '35; Musical Revue '35. I.ti.A Agnes McDanim. Lulu : To be able to fly without briny an anyel. Activities: Mirror Typist '37. Mara Catherine McKe:i. Ambition: To yet what I want when I want it. and to want what yet when yet it. Activities: Thalia '35. '36. '37. Publicity Com. '36; Dramatic Club'34, '35, '36; Mirror Typist '37; Annual Typist '37. Joe Lee McKinney Ambition: Xot to be out when Lady Luck Knocks Ciiaki.es John M agnuson Chile Ambition: To be a mechanical engineer. Lorrain Manning Rainey Ambition: To be a real lawyer, not a shyster, so that I can be of service to humanity. m Jr 'I' h b Mirror Doris Miriam Marshman Activities: I'halia '34, '35. ‘36, '37. Pres. '37: Gen. Organization, Clubs Com. '37; S. K. Pres. 33. '34. Banker '35. Council Member '33. Ward Mii.ton Mays Ambition: To fly to Shangri La. Activities: Owen '35. '37; Mirror Typist '37. William Andrew Millsap, Jr. Ambition: To be an expert mechanical engineer. Elizabeth Josephine Moi.ay Tiny” Ambition: To find ami give the best and be sincere at all times. Activities: Girl Reserves, Prrv '36, '37. Vicc-Pres. '35, Scrapbook Chairman. '34. Devotional Chairman '34, Sponsor '37; Dramatic Club '35; Jr. Glee Club '35; S. K. Vice-Pres. ’37; Council Member 37. Mirror Typist '37, Spring Festival '34; Phillips Night Program '34. 35. Frank Green Morris, Jr. Simon” Ambition: To be a ehiropractical vetinarian. Activities: S. R. President '34, '35. Banker '35, '37; ! Council Member '36; Mirror Agent '37; Yancey '3f , £ '37; Rifles Club '37; R. O. T. C. Corporal '36, Platood-Sergeant '37; Marshal '36. John Richard Murphree Murf Ambition: To make good. Activities: Band 33. '34. '35, '36; R. O. T. C. Band; '34, '35, '36; Orchestra ’35, '36, '37. George Randall Murray Gig” Ambition: Sever to do my best because I might be called upon to do better. James Alexander Murray Scarface Jim Ambition: To find out where the wheel of fortune stops. Marian Naif Ambition: To be a good fellow and always be jolly and never have time to be melancholy. Activities: G. L C. 35, '36, '37; Mnemosyncan '33; Personality Club '34; Phillips Night Program ’33, '34, 35. Helen Elizabeth Nobles “Li sums Ambition: To climb the Hill of Happiness without shifting gears. Activities: Mncmosynean '33, '34, '35, '36; Glee Club '35, ’36, Sec. ’34; S. R. ’33; Spring Festival '35; Phillips Night Program '36. [39] M I RROR l-o s Marie O’Bryek ‘innocent’ Ambition: Someday to look into my Mother's face and say, Mom, I did the best I could Activities: Gen. Organisation, Publicity Coin. '37; S. R. Vice-Pres. 37; Phillips-Ramsav Parade ’37; Girl Reserves '37; Music Clas . Scrap Rook Chairman '36. Sara Elizabeth Patterson “Zibbie Ambition: To mine own self be true, then I cannot be false to man. Activities: National Honor Society; Gen. Organization, Clubs Com. '37, '38; Sophomore Mirror Board '35; Operetta '35; Glee Club ’34. 35 ; A Cnpella Choir '35; Ag-laia '34; Mnemosynean ‘36; Marshal '35, '36, '37; Personality Club '37. Business Com. '37; Phillips Night '34. '35, '37; A. F. A. '34, '35; Glee Club Concert '35; Spring Festival '34. '3S. Freda Preston Peake Ambition: To live my life not only to please myself but my fellowmen also. Activities: S. R. Vice-Pres. 36; Banker '35; Pierian '35. '36. '37; Art Club '35, '36; Phillips Night '35. Edwin Harris Phelps Ed Ambition: To learn to speak Spanish! Activities: Football '37. Frances Mae Plaia Frankie Ambition: To face life squarely, be impartial in judgement, and sincere at all times. Activities: Girl Reserves '34. ’35, '36. '37, Trcas. '35, '36, Devotional Chairman '36. Social Chairman 34; May Festival '37; Red Cross Representative for G. R. '34, '35, '36; Red Cross '35. '36. '37. J. R. C. Pageant '36. J. R. C. Program for P.-T. A, '35, S. R. Vicc-Prcs. '34, Sec. 35, Pres. '36; Vice-Pres. History Class '35. Mary Jane Poe Ambition: To be a jolly pal when all is nay. a tender pa! when things are gray. Activities: Managing Editor Mirror '37; Sophomore Mirror Board '34; Girls Reserves 35, '36, '37. Publicity Chairman '36; Mirror Board '37. Thomas Ellis Powell Tonias Ambition: To carry a message to Garcia. Activities: National Honor Society; Owen '34, '35, 36, '37. Standing Committee '37; Gen. Organization, Co-Chairman Publicity Coinm'ttcc '37; Dramatic Club ‘37; Vice-Pres. History Clas-. '37; Senior Pla '38. Samvei (ones Price Flash” Ambition: To be so valuable a workman that employers will beg me to work for them. Activities: Vaneev '34. '35. '36, '37; Ushers '36, 37; Hi-Y '3S. '36: Football '34, '35. '36. '37; Track '37; S. R. Sec 36. William McCarty Ray Ambition: To become an expert accountant. Maxine Grace Raybon Maxie Ambition: To live until I die. [40] The Mirror Mary Love Rayfield Ambition: To reach the tof of the ladder, Success, in the business world. Activities: Clio ‘35; Personality Club '37; S. R. See. '34, '35, Banker '35; Phillips Night Program ’35. Barbara Ella Reeves Babs Ambition: To be a good doctor even if I’m never a famous doctor Activities: Dramatic Club '35, '36. ‘37; Banker '37; G. L. C. '35, '36, '37; Aglaia 36; S. R. Sec. '35; History Class Sec. '36. Joel Franklin- Robertson- Butch Ambition: To be a mechanical engineer. Activities: Orch., 34, '35, '36, '37; Librarian, '37; Phillips Night Program, '34. '35. '36, 37; S. R. Banker, '34, Pres., '35, Vice-Pres. '36. Virgil Kelly Sandefer Ambition: To be a Super Sleuth ' Activities: Owen ’36, '37; Critic 37; Band '35, '37; Chairman Law and Order Committee '37. Katherine Schneider Kitty Ambition: To sit on the tack of ambition, and rise to the height of fame. Activities: Girl Reserves '35, 36. Publicity Chairman '36; Personality Club '37; Marshal '34, ’37; S. R. Banker '34. '35. 36, '37; Civic Clas Prr . '34, Vice-Pres. '34. Sec. ’33; History Class Sec. '34; Appreciation Class Program Chairman '37. John William Shaffield Ambition: Always to do my best and hope to be able to do better. Activities: Hilliard '36, '37; Head Banker '37; Invitation Committee '37; Annual Committee '37. Maria Jo Simoneth Simoneiti Ambition: To have my pantry full at all times. Activities: Girl Reserves '35, '36, '37, Social Com. '36; Phillips Night Program '36; Marshal '35, '36, '37. Margaret Eloise Smith « Activities: Gen. Organization, F.lection Committee '37; Clio '36, 37. Social Chairman. 37; Council Member '37; S. R. Secretary, '36, Sec. and Pres. History Class '36. William Russell Smith Bill” Ambition: To be another IT alter Wine hell. Activities: Associate Editor of Mirror '36; Mirror Columnist '35. '36, '37; Bovs Glee Club, Musical Revue '36; Dramatic Club '35. '36, '37; Ushers '36, ’37; S. R. Pres. '37, Banker '36; Council Member '35. Mildred Burton Stans ell Millie Ambition: To sit on the tack of ambition and rise to the heights of fame. Activities: Mneinosynean '35. '36, '37, Sec. 37; Dramatic Club '35, '36, '37; S. R. Vice-Pres. '37; G. L. C. '37; Clubs Com. '37; Law and order Com. '37; Sr. Class Ring Com. '38; Pep Squad '37; May Day Festival '37; Property Com. Sr. Class Play '37; Armistice Day Program '35; School Letter '37. State Letter ’38; Dramatic Club Play '38; Head Marshal '37. [41] The Mirror Robert Clarence Stobert, Jr. “The Goor : To be a street car conductor, to I can tell the teachers where to get off. Lorraine Stubbs Rainey” : To throw away my wish bones, straighten up my back-bone, stick out my jawbone—and go to it. Activities: Senior Play 37; Dramatic Club '34. ’35. '36, 37; Dramatic Club Play '35; Personality Club '37; S. R. Hanker, See. '34. '35. '36. '37. Alyce La Verne Styles Sally ■ I mbit ion To live, love, and be loved. Activities: Clio '34. '35. '36. '37. Critic '34. Social Chairman, '35. Treasurer, '37; History Class Pres. '35, ‘56. Vice-1’res '36. Treasurer '35; Council Member ’37. Mary Pauline Thomu Polly” Ambition: To climb the hill of happiness without shifting gears. Activities: National Honor Society; Dramatic Club '36. '37, Publicity Com. ‘37; Peace Club Librarian Constitutional Com. '37; Thalia '34; S. R. Banker '34. '37; Phillips Night Program '34. '37; Radio Forum '37. Helen Marguerite Thompson Ambition: To make a non-stop flight around the world. Activities: S. R. Banker '34. Assistant Program Chairman. '35; Girl Reserve '35. '36, ’37. Frank Lawson Tischer “Fish Ambition: To determine the horsepower in a nightmare. Activities: Band '54, '3 5, '36, '37; S. R. Vice-Prcs. '35. '37, Hanker '35. '36; Phillips Night '34, '35. '36. Bart I! xrris Tkaywick Dopey Ambition: To do the things that are the hardest to accomplish. Activities: S. R. Vice-Pres. 37; Glee Club '36. '37; Hilliard '36. '37; Hi-Y '35. '36. 37; 'Tennis Team '37. Lester Hubert Vinyard Shorty Ambition: To live, love, and be loved. Activities: Pres, and Hanker of S. R Dan F.mvARn Walton Ambition: To lend a helping hand Activities: Football 33. '34, '35, ’37, Captain '37. All-Slate '37; Basketball '34. ’35. '36. 37 ; Track '34. '35. ’36. '37; State Shot Put Record '37; S. R. Pres. '34 '3 5, '36; Student Cabinet '35, '36. '37; Yancey Pres. '37; Jr. Red Cross 34. '35: Civitan Orator '35, Head Csher '37. Irving Arnold Weinstein Ambition: To see myself as others see rne and survive. Activities: S. R. Banker; Owen; Dramatic Club; Officer R. O. T. C. [42] Ambition: To go to West Point. Activities: National Honor Society; K. O. T. C. Sergeant '36. ‘37. Harvey I. White Whizzer Ambition: To fulfill my ambitions. Activities: Football, ’36, ’37; Tennis, ’35, ’36; Track, '37; t hcr% Cluh 36. ‘37; Sports Club. '36. '37; Hi-Y, '36. ‘37; Owen, '34; S. R. Pres. '35; Vice-Pres., ‘36, '37; Mirror Agent '34. Ida Carouse Winston Ambition: To live up to the Girl Reserves Code. Activities: Glee Club '36. ‘37; Girl Reserves '34. '35. '36, '37; Devotional C'h., '35. Program Ch., '36, Vice-Pre . '37; Phillips Night Program '35, 36, 37. QDther OSrabuatca Clarence Dorris Allen Jerome Kent Bowers Agnes Bradford Theoleen Blanche Brasher Joe Gaines Burnett Milton Cohen Man Nell C T. R. Cromer William 'Thomas Zerr Culley Clara Belle Dowda 'Tom Grimes Lorenc Minnie Harvey Arthur L. Hawk. Jr. Roy Lawrence Herrin John Z. Hinds Charles B. 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Electropure milk is the Milk for Health l................. i IS s- Engraved School Invitations 'Wedding Invitations AND SA nnouncements Artistic and Individual £ l R stationery department has ' on display a varied assortment of American made papers to meet every requirement for social usage. You will also find the engraving styles distinctively new and certain to please the most exacting tastes. I hc Zac Smith Stationery Co. imprint on your wedding stationery assures correctness and good taste, prompt delivery and complete satisfaction. SAMPLES CHEERFULLY FURNISHED 'Zftc Smith Stationery Qo. SOCIETY ENGRAVERS Birmingham, Alabama The Mirror Senior Edition May 1938 Phillips High School The Mirror Published by The Senior Class John Herbert Phillips High School May 1938 Birmingham, Alabama TABLE OF CONTENTS Walk and Live Dawn Magic Scein’ Th’ Guv’ner ....... T rinitv Dust to Dust Assignment In L'topia The Letter lr Happened Here Meet Prince Hamlet Specters Such Sight as Poets Dream Memories Dusk ..................... Whimsical Protest Rain ....... ... ......... Winter Wind The Ice Man Curb Market Flight Of The Firefly The Whaler Vaulting Ambition Mildred Raymond ,1 Idryuerite Goodin Hilly Mizelle Retire Wilson Hetty Kendrick Hilly Mizelle Cynthia Wilson Mildred Raymond Hilly Mizelle Marguerite Goodin Dorothy Did lake William 1. Capps Lena Graffeo Marguerite Goodin Louise Dyer il larguerite Kiefer ..... 'ranees Stephens .. Mildred Raymond Jean McDaniel 'redcrick Hush William I. Capps SENIOR SECTION Officers and Committees President’s Address—Looking Ahead.. Senior Class Poem—To Every Man Senior Class Oration—A New Order Senior Roster Sterling Edwards Jean McDaniel II alter Anderson [5] 'I he Mirror WALK AND LIVE In this era of mechanical devices, all are inclined to depend too much upon cars to take them into the country—far from the city. Women no longer walk to marker, nor families to church, hut this is nor the distressing thing, for a’most everyone has a car. whether it he a broken-down Ford or chauffeur-driven Packard. I he distressing thing is that motoring is “its own excuse for being.” I am looking for the day when the ordinary citizens of our republic will enjoy walking a much as the extraordinarv folk—the naturalists and the poets. Then the day will have arrived when all ’ill live better, physically and mentally. Often in all four seasons of the year, I can and do take the same walk, yet 1 sec four entirely different scenes. Some very practical people will he sure to predict that such trips will in time grow monotonous. Against this 1 protest, for each time the views are different. Nature seems to have the art of taking a little something awav here, and adding a bit more there. The scene-changer of the world sets and resets her stage. For this reason my walks never become du I: in fact. 1 sec various spectacles, for Mother Nature is inventive; and the seasons afford her opportunity for her talent. In the winter months, my walk is very beautiful. Although to some, this season is bleak and cold, it really has a fairy-like 'oveliness. Everything in my wood becomes fascinatingly crisp. 'Frees crackle and crumble under the weight of ice and snow, hills and valleys are dazzling in the clear, frosty air. 1 he crunch, crunch of the snow under my feet makes a rhythmic sound—and when I stop, the silence has the deep beauty of unheard music. Occasionally, 1 sec tiny foot prints in the snow so faint that I have to use my imagination. At other times. 1 have to repress my imagination, especially my troubles, for winter’s bare trees arc so sharply alert that they will not tolerate any loose, easy worries I might indu gc. Many ot them, tin and delicately cut. serve to remind me that nature is supreme in the minute as well as in the immense. As I emerge from the forest, 1 have no per cares, for the wind in the trees has whisked them briskly away. As spring approaches, 1 again feel the urge to walk to the same woods, the anticipation of which excites me. All along the way, the trees have lost their whiteness and in its place in pale greenness. How fresh the scene! How changed! Miniature violets lift their heads to the breeze. Birds from the deep south fly here and there calling to their mates. Timid animals scurry to the path to see what hrings man to their paradise—but I already know. A wild cherry to the right fills me with ecstasy over the beauty of nature in bloom. The smell of moist earth breathes on my spirit— and 1 walk and live. Delicately colored flowers make me forget the big outside world with its tumult as I joyfully walk in the sunlight. But when summer comes, the sunlight is interne, anti 1 tire of its fury. Again my wood beckons to me and dim memories of a c«x l brook make the invitation irresistible, and I enter where heavy-houghed trees shade me from the un. How comfortable 1 feel as I listen to the water ripp ing over rocks. 1 slip off my shoes and stockings and wade as did the nymph Arcthusa. With the refreshing smell of mint all about me, I lie down to daydream because then the mythological folk can become real presence, and talk to me in “that best understood tongue—the language of the heart.” Finally, 1 get up and begin to walk back and forth, for 1 cannot bear to walk out—away from the cool of the wood, but if 1 go back to the city, I can come again. Yes. and alter many days, 1 come again in autumn. In the wood and in the adjacent fields, nature has reset her scene—and her art is impressionistic. There is [7] The Mirror no daub, but a riot of color—“fiery crimsons, russet browns, and tawny yellows, bur 1 am not offended. On the other hand, I have a sense of security; for, as I walk and look, everywhere life seems abundant and fruitful. The ripe corn, the friendly pumpkin, and the rich fruit drive away all nymphs and sprites of summer. I want to see stout farmers. I want to live the creative life. I want to work and play and walk, and walk and live. I want energy of foot, energy of eye and ear, energy of body and mind—as 1 walk and live. Mildred Raymond DAWN MAGIC Violet blue of sk above. Delicate green of trees. Soft sweet scent of early flower, Wafted by fragrant breeze. Silver sheen of morning dew On misty thread just spun, By crafty, busy spider wife, Long ere rise of sun. Quick iridescent flash Of morning bird on wing. Sleepy, half-protesting note Of birds that soon will sing— At last the wide, wide opening Of searching eye of sun Sending dawn magic fleeing, And new day has begun. —Marguerite Goodin [8] The Mirror seein’ th’ guv’ner I was sitting on the Confederate cannon-swabber’s foot. The moon, high over Montgomery, Alabama, was like a big. round hole in the sky between the black, shadowy earth and the gleaming brightness of heaven. 1 was thinking, so 1 didn t notice the little o'd man till he was right upon me. and had settled himself beside the cannon-swabber's right leg. Silhouetted against the flood-lighted Capitol dome, he formed a strange contrast with the stern military statue upon which he leaned. He had scarcely gotten himself settled when he turned to me and wished me “good evenin with rite easy nasal drawl that fits so naturally into the scheme of things in small Southern towns. Days are shore gittin warmer, neighbor. Plantin' time’ll soon be over.” “Yes,” I answered, “Summer’s almost here.” I waited for him to speak again. His speech, slow and laconic, had the peacefulness and earthy twang of a plowed field after rain. The glow of the imposing building in the center of the park revealed faded b’ue overalls, newly washed, an old blue workshirt, buttoned at the neck, but without a tie. and a battered gray felt hat. Although 1 could not tell in the semi-darkness. 1 knew that the shirt bore a broad, darker stripe over each shoulder and across the hack—the mark of overallcd” toil in South Alabama sun. “Quite a buildin’. ain’t hit?” I agreed, allowing m gaze to fol ow his to the Stare building that blocked out the eastern horizon. “Musta cost a good bit.” he mused, and spat an accurate amber stream at the base of an historic oak to one side. “Taxes on us ordnerry share croppers built thet thcr’ ediface. Heap o’ crops was laid by to do thet.” Hr sat for a while in silence. His leathery, unshaven face was motionless hut for the slow, bovine mastication of his “chaw.” His eyes, deep-set and pale, calmly contemplated the nothingness of the sky with the tranquil serenity of those who understand the perfect philosophv : those who are content because they neither think nor feel. “Guess th’ Guv’ncr’s done gone home by now. Thet ther’s w her’ he works ar. though. He’s got a office in thcr’ as big as a town church. Must he near a hunderd flunkies fetchin’ an’ carrin’ fer him.” Not knowing quite how to support my side of this unexpected turn of the conversation. 1 merely gave assent where it was indicated and drank drowsily of the placid warmth of the Spring evening. ”1 was in thet thcr’ Capitol this mornin’. Ye ’r. What’s more. 1 seen th’ Guv’-ner hisse’f.” I grunted politely. Each day, the curious gathered in the Capitol to look around, and to hope for a possible glimpse of the great. 1 don’t look like a man to see th’ Guv’ner, do I. neighbor? I’m jest an ordnerrv farmer. Hit’s true, though. 1 jest told them flunkies who I was, and they traipsed me into a big room with a big red carpet like a stand o’ clover, an set me down in a stuffed cheer. Pcrty soon, out comes a young feller, an’ sa . ”1 h’ Guv’ner’.1 see you now,’ an’ I went in th’u big brass doors, an’ thcr’ he was. big as life.” I shot a sidewise glance at the little man who sat beside me on the statue to the Confederate dead. No, definitely, he hadn't the look of a “man to see the Governor.” Perhaps he thought 1 had the look of a fool. [9] T ii e Mirror “Well, th’ Guv’ner, he says t’ me, 'Set down, won’t you please s’r?’ So I in a fancy cheer acrost th’ desk from him. He gimme a seegar, he did, hut I didn’t smoke it. Then, after we’d passed th' time o' day, 1 told him my hi .ness ther'. Most o’ th’ flunkies had done got out by then, hut a few of ’em was 'eft. He told 'em to skedaddle, an' they did. all but a few const'bles.” Again 1 glanced at the weathered little share cropper beside me. It was quite startling to discover so much imagination in a poor tenant farmer. The man talked in a matter-of-fact way, and seemed an extraordinarily good liar. Well, th’ (iuv’ncr, he kinda hemmed an’ hawed for a while, an’ cxp’ained l ine how things stood, an’ said he was sorry he couldn’t help me. Seemed right concerned. Nice feller, th' Guv’ner. We had a right long talk acrost diet ther' big. black desk. Finally, I calculated as how I’d better be gittin’ on, so 1 says good day to th’ Guv’ncr. an’ he showed me out. He told a coup’.a flunkies to gimme anything I wanted, er to show me around ef I wished hit.’’ Another of those long pauses, in which my strange companion again spurted ‘‘amber” at the nearby tree. The cannon-swabber’s granite foot had become rather hard by this time, so I changed my position, l he aged countryman hadn’t moved. While wr sat there in silence, the great, blackfaced clock on the other side of the illuminated Capitol dome began to boom out the hour. For the first time, my companion stirred. He leaned forward a little, intent on the sepulchral tolling of the mighty chime. A lone car hummed down Ripley Street, and was gone. The old fellow leaned back again, sighed, and resumed his stolid chewing. Eleven o’clock, wa’n’t it, neighbor? Thet’s how 1 counted. Eleven booms.” 1 assured him that he was correct, and he settled himself more comfortably against the Confederate’s right leg. After a time, he spoke again. “As 1 said afore, th’ Guv’ner, he told these here flunkies to show me around, so 1 went all th’u thet ther’ buildin' an’ all around these here grounds. 1 seen wher’ Jeff Davis tuck oath o ’office, an’ I seen sooveyncers from nigh on to twenty battles. Cain’t call to mind what all 1 did see. They gimme a piece o’ Robert E. Lee’s uniform. Th’ Guv’ner, he does things up right.” I was still puzzled. His rough homespun English had the open grace of truth. “Look here,” said I, finally, If I’m not being too bold, I'd like to ask why the Governor was so nice to you. It’s hardly usual for him to — “Oh, fer sartin! I plumb fergot to mention. It uz about my boy, Benny. He’s down to Kilby Prison on account of a feller gitten’ killed wher he worked Thet’s how come 1 come to sec th’ Guv’ner. Benny, he was to git e-lcctercutcd at eleven o’clock t’night.” Then he sat for a few minutes, woodenlv oblivious of my horrified stare. “Ye know, he mused at last, I’m goin’ to be right sot-up when 1 tell th’ bovs back to Bailee’s Store thet 1 seen th' (iuv’ncr.’’ —Billy Mizclle [10] T he Mirror TRINITY It was an early morning in Spring. Dadd} John sat on the side of his bed almost dressed. He was pulling on his sock when he suddenly slapped his foot on the floor and drew his bodv erect. A sigh between a grunt and a moan came from the old man as he held his hand over his heart. “That pesky cramp again! Seems funny, every time I get on the right shoe and start putting on the left sock, the cramp catches me around the heart.” As he sat waiting for the muscles in his ide to relax, he 'ooked on the other side of the bed and saw Mother Lou. his wife for forty-five years, still sleeping. He knew she needed no calling, so he tied his shoe and stole from the room. His rattling the kitchen stove as he kindled a fire to cook breakfast awoke her. She heard the milk pail strike the door-jamb as he went out the door toward the barn. She dressed hurriedly and peeked through the window near the bed and saw the big white and red begonias nod their heads, while some pansies in a box beside them seemed to smile. “You beauties need water, 1 know, and I sha'l give it to you as soon as 1 feed the chickens and cook breakfast,” she told them as she hastily straightened the covers of the bed. Although Mother Lou was more than sixty-five years old. her step was quid: and firm. Many times had her feet taken her to bedsides where her patient, deft hands had cooled fevered brows, and her lips had spoken words of comfort. First, she went hurriedly to feed the chickens, and then returned to the kitchen where she prepared breakfast. She had it ready to serve when Daddy John came from the batn where he had fed the stock and milked the cow. Breakfast was eaten with little conversation. Somehow they did not need to talk much; somehow they understood each other that way. Hr just sat there and ate oatmeal, and soft-boiled egg. and drank coffee. She nibbled a buttered biscuit and drank her coffee between the times that she jumped up to wait on him as she always did. After breakfast Daddy John went to the garden. His step was not as true and firm as Mother Lou’s, but his gnarled old fingers fitted well around a hoe handle as he chopped the weeds and grass, then scraped the soil around the plants to make his row clean. As soon as she had finished eating breakfast. Mother Lou took a bucket of water and went to her flowers. She was beautiful that morning. Her sweet face smiled beneath wavy black and silver hair, and the sun made a ha o above her head as the rays glistened on it. Since Dot died and Buddie went away to the city to work, her flowers had been like children to her. Pausing by a white geranium she spoke to it as she would to a child. “Why, white Geranium, you do not look so well this morning. I believe you need new soil,” and the p ant seemed to respond to the gentle, loving touch. To the next pot she said, “Sultana, you arc beautiful with your waxy body and crimson flowers. Justicia. 1 believe by tomorrow you will have a blossom. Scarlet Geranium, did the storm last night break off one of your branches? I am sorry, for it had two large buds on it. I will put it in a pot. and when it is rooted you will have a daughter. So, one by one Mother Lou stopped and talked to the flowers. She tickled the toes of each with loving fingers to keep the soil loose and to test for moisture. To those flowers who wanted it she gave a drink. [11] I HE M I R R O K The big wide porch had a flower-railing down the length and width of it. 'The row of f owers sitting on the railing was composed of all kinds anil colors of pot plants. Her favorites, the pansies and red and white begonias, were p aced closest to f)c,—nc;ir her bedroom window. A big porch swing hung at one end of the porch and two rockers sat between it anil the door. At the other end of the porch a flowering tree shed a greenish-white froth on the floor and canna lilies growing along the eaves pushed leaves through the lattice-work. Like a sentry on duty, his body made up of swords and spears, but tempered by weeks of blistering prairie sun. a cactus stood on a high stand out in the yard. Mis ugh and ungraceful body would, with Mother Lou’s love and care, produce an abundance of gorgeous crimson flowers. After going to each plant in the porch an.i giving the thirsty ones a drink. Mother Lou would go to the cactus’ roots and give him a drink, if he wanted it. Then she would look for new buds. In the evenings during warm weather Daddy John would lie in the big porch swing and nap, while Mother Lou sat in one of the rockers and rocked. Between the pots on the railing she could see far down the valley, past Griffin’s place, past the high school building at the edge of the village. One evening as she sat there she saw a tar fall.” then another and another. That's funny, she thought. 1 don't believe 1 ever saw three stars fall so close together. After a while Daddy John sat up. As he looked out into the night she listened for his usual comment on the crops and weather: Cotton is not doing much good. Got to have hot nights for cotton to grow. 1 believe we will have rain before morning. See that lightning in the North? That’s a good sign o' rain. Well, might as well go to bed, I guess. Did you shut the chicken-house door? A bright silver moon-beam came through a window and made fantastic figure on the covers of the bed, but it lay like frost on the old couple’s hair. Another early morning in Spring, the sun was just peeping over the hills, as Daddy John sat on the side of his bed pulling on the sock of the left foot. Mother Lou, sleeping on the other side of the bed. turned on her hack and gave a long, lone sigh. Daddy John suddenly threw his body erect. Pains worse than cramp clutched his old heart but it was Mother Lou’s heart he placed his hand upon. It was still. He tried to wake her, hut she did not so much as open her eyes. Daddy John did not rattle the stove and kindle the fire that morning; he did not feed the stock nor milk the cow. Neighbor women cooked breakfast which was eaten strange y—more silently than ever. A kindly girl fed the chickens, hut no one went to speak to the flowers and to give them drink. Daddy John sat bewildered by the pansy box at the bedroom window. Hushed voices were heard inside where feet moved slowly, carefully. Mother Lou lay white and calm. The dear lovely hands (the were not beautiful) that had tended flowers and soothed sick babies now lay folded— cold—and still. The lips that had spoken loving words to her flowers were silent and placid. Like the storm that had broken the geranium branch in the night, the heart attack had struck her. The flowers grew thirstier. The geraniums withered, the justicia and sultana drooped, but the pansies and begonias held high heads, and the cactus hurst into bloom. Daddy John said to the pansies beside him, “Pansies ,she loved you most of all. (iive me a bouquet to place on her bosom —and Mother Lou was given a handful of the beautiful flowers of thoughtfulness. Roses, gladioli, jasmine, and lilies were taken from the garden. Flowers, too. were brought in great hunches and beautiful designs from the florist—gorgeous things, all colors—red, white, yellow, purple and crimson. [12] The Mirror The mound was more than covered. Thus Mother Lou was laid to rest beneath flowers, many of which she grew and loved. That evening in the shadows, while he watered the flowers, heart-broken, Daddy John sobbed. “Pretty flowers, no one will miss her as you and I. With his clumsy knotty hands he cared for all and loved them from spring till winter. Spring faded into summer; summer, into autumn. Then—strangers watered the flowers but no one loosened the soil nor spoke loving words to them. At last King Winter with his icy b'asts swept through the lonely churchyard. He paused. He did not blow so cold, for there were now two mounds. In the Spring there had been only one. With a moan he swept on until he came to the porch where the flowers had b'ossomcd in the spring. Geranium stalks shook in the wind, leafless begonia stem rattled, pansies and sultana withered into mold. Everything was cold, brown, and sere! —Bruce Wilson DUST TO DUST Her faded, wrinkled hands Futilelv stabbed at the earth To plant her meager garden. “Perhaps”, she said “old Clayton’s Dust is here beneath my hand, As hard, as hard as when he lived. Time went on and happiness Came with summer; then autumn Marked her failing strength. In winter—cold and weary. She gave up. and lay beneath The hard, cold ground— Another spring. An alien hand tried the earth. The man above it said, “Look, Martha, the ground is hard here. But near it. the earth seems to Spring to meet the spade—a place, Martha, to plant our roses!” Earth shifts and time goes on. [13] —Betty Kendrick T h e Mirror ASSIGNMENT IN UTOPIA By Eugene Lyons Eugene Lyons’ portrait of Russia as it i toda begins the moment he set? his literary foot on Soviet soil, and the entire, great, tortured country lives and breathes in every page until “farewe’I.” A character sketch of Slavic humanity as a whole underlies the vivid description and poignant anecdotes by which the book is built up; gripping realism and constant, absorbing action make it the best-seller that it is. An interesting drama between the lines is the writer’s gradual, unwilling conviction that Communism as applied under the Soviet system is a failure. The tension and secret undercurrents of the Soviet capital at Moscow are proven by the facts that a permit was required to enter a public bin ding, and that the author was ir.srantly rushed by soldiers with fixed bayonets when he paused to tie his shoe in In nt of G. P. U. headquarters. Natives cannot afford to associate with visiting foreigners for fear of falling under suspicion of receiving outside ideas. Sti iking details arc the intense overcrowding of the population, and the resultant dire need of “living space.” The food problem, too, is serious. But, deeper still, through the whole six hundred pages runs the brazen note of the ruthlessness of the government itself. Five or ten million “Kulaks” were stripped of their worldly belongings and killed outright or hustled off at bayonet point to Central Asian umber camps by a single edict. The author adventuring in Utopia gives also an explanation of the Russian judicial system. The court travels on the assumption that the accused man is indubitab'y guilty, and that it remains only for the government to demonstrate the guilt. Then, soldiers proceed with the rasstrcl,” or shooting. For some reason, very little mention is made of the mighty Soviet war machine. Either the author was not in a position to feel out the spirit and living conditions of the Soviet troops, or he prefers to skip lightly over the subject. Food for thought. The spirit of the people, in spite of all the government can do, is indicated by the myriad of more or less counter-revolutionary jokes whispered wherever Soviet citizens gather, expressing the bitter cynicism of a beaten nation. Having a God wrested from them seems to the Russians a trivial thing compared to the more immediate problem of remaining alive in a world of famine, persecution, and poverty. “Above all, 1 had the sense of leaving behind me a nation trapped, says Mr. Lyons. Eugene Lyons, a small frail man with spectacles and long hair, reveals an astonishing amount of himself in Assignment in Utopia.” In spite of the bitterly disillusioning years he spent in Russia, he is still a knight-errant fighting the battles of the exploited and the unfortunate, and he explains that the Communistic system is all right, hut that the Soviet application is at fault. His play upon reader emotions is a work of art. He sweeps socialist and capitalist alike into the heart of suffering Moscow, where the people’s government doesn't work. —Billy Mizelle [14] The Mirror THE LETTER A letter from the Fatherland arrived today From mine Aunt who lives in Wien. What different opinions have they, Where Justice’s threadbare robes are thin! Dearest Sister Mine, (her lines did run) As I write, 1 hear little Kurt Playing outdoors with his toy gun. With him is Elsa’s four-year old Hurt. Papa and Eric now have jobs. And labor conditions arc better. Even Elsa works; my glad heart throbs! Now you see why I’m writing this letter. No one regrets the fall of the regime Ftom which the stupid world thinks wc suffer. Instead, we’re pleased with the new conditions. Although state officials daily grow gruffer. Well, 1 must close. We arc all well, And all the family is blithe and gay. Except poor Uncle Jacob, (truth to tell); He was Anti-Nazi.—we buried him to-day. —Cynthia Wilson IT HAPPENED HERE Peaceful was the little Alabama town, Peaceful—yes, before the flood : Hut now surging waters have swirled around, Leaving destruction in murky mud. Once it was a town where homes and churches stood, Now it has nothing but heartbreaking loss; Wet mangled masses of stone and wood Have piled themselves high with tragic cost. —Mildred Raymond 115] The Mirror MEET PRINCE HAMLET All too often the numbing spell of the textbook blinds students to the fascinating, human side of the characters they study. The name Shakespeare very often arouses in a high school graduate memories of homework and final examinations. This unfortunate fact is due to the students’ overemphasis on the scholastic routine connected with literary studies. They do not appreciate that Shakespeare’s immortality is a result of his marvelous understanding of character and the gripping alivcncss of his portrayals. In English Eight, Shakespeare, a roving fellow of Avon, introduced me to a man whom I have come to know very well. His name is Hamlet, and though he lived in Denmark long ago. he is as alive as the man next door. He is older than I. but though he differs from me in mental makeup as day differs from night. I understand him and sympathize with him. and admire him immensely. A year or so before 1 met him, he was a care-free young man. He thought deeply and seriously, however, and had firmlv established ideals. He was a young man who considered himself morally prepared for anything that might come, because he had perfected a plan for living his life according to what he thought was right, and he was at peace with the world. Then tragedy struck. The fine principles and high ideals upon which Hamlet had based his life were shattered by blows of disillusioning Fate. For. hard upon the heels of the death of his beloved father came the frailty of his mother and the disclosure of the dark treachery of his uncle. Added to disorganizing grief over the death of his father, knowledge of life at its sordid worst avalanched upon the blond head of this idealistic Anglo-Celtic youth. But that was only the beginning. With tragedy and the breaking of beloved images, a person can cope and still retain personal ideals intact. Disillusionment and grief would have served only to strengthen Hamlet's faith in the basic goodness of himself, had not the necessity of avenging his father’s death come home to him. There was the rub. Would he he justified in killing his uncle? Should he act upon uncertain evidence when all the solid things that he had come to depend on had proven themselves false and mocking? Hamlet was in an agony of indecision, burning to act, but dreading fiercely to do wrong; for the most poignant tragedy in the life of anyone comes when certainty of right and wrong is destroyed. Hamlet’s comprehensive, sensitive mind was unbalanced by indecision. Impulse dictated that he act, but judgement and an inherent Christian sense stayed his hand. The strength of his emotions made him revile himself as a coward because he hesitated, while his instinctive justice called for direct evidence and a fair trial. So he hesitated, and when he acted it was upon the wild impulse of the moment, only to repent his actions when reasoning took hold again. In the end, it was accident more or less, that punished the criminals and Hamlet died with them, still unsatisfied with his motives and with himself. Hamlet's indecision is re-enacted every day in our lives. People of all ages and all nations choose Hamlet as their favorite of literature because his problems are so like theirs. Fate is no respecter of persons, and strikes at prince and pauper alike. Hamlet’s self-inflicted tortures, his delay, his impulsive half-actions, are common to all mankind. Hamlet lives vividly today in the minds of men because he is so completely one of them. —Billy Mizcllc [16] The Mirror SPECTERS Specters creeping, Crouching, leaping, Always closer; Shapes appearing, Mocking, leering. Always closer; Fast approaching, Fast encroaching, You are here! Phantom of procrastination, Wholly vain—all negation Putting off until the morrow All except that which you borrow— How you haunt me! Twisted truth, warped and bent, Concealing, veiling what is meant, Hiding honor to gain consent That otherwise would not he lent— How you haunt me! Wraith of character evading right, Veering in your idle flight Elusive as the shadowy night, Willing weakly without might— How you haunt me! Alibi, ill ways excusing. Doubtful explanations using. Falsely blind and confusing, Man and court your tale refusing— How you haunt me! Marguerite Goodin [17] The Mirror SUCH SIGHTS AS PORTS DREAM Lovely ladies in flowing robes, Knights in shining armour bold, Gods of Greece in lofty spaces, Wood nymphs in enchanted places; Nature’s beauty yet untold. Simple sights that inspire Memories of days gone by, Childhood joys that sti’.l remain In moments of sweet revery— Such sights make youthful poets dream. —Dorothy Didlake MEMORIES Times moves rapidly. With each fleeting moment. Goes part of each life. Here today! Gone tomorrow! Time takes Everything except memories; But nothing loved is ever lost. William I. Capps DUSK Sounds of night Fall on the dusky air; Mother Nature is singing Her children to sleep In lullaby ringing Soft and low. [IS] —Lena Graffeo The Mirror WHIMSICAL PROTEST I l like to write poem soft and sweet Of birds upon the wing And of purple crocus hiding its head Timid y in the spring. Hut I have learned it can't be done Without many and many a cliche; And they are out of fashion now, In fact, they are passe. Don't write, Her brow is wan and pale; Her hands—they arc petite. The modern girl is different now; She boasts prodigious feet! Instead of saying, “On tinted grass And dew with silver sheen, He simple in such phrase as this— “The dew-wet weeds of green. Perhaps then I’ll not try again A ballad, ode, or sonnet: I’ll choose a simple, homely task— I'll tame my new spring bonnet! —Marguerite Goodin RAIN Just now Out of the sky The falling rain— Makes possible all life—yet I complain. —Louise Dyer WINTER WIND Blowing savagely. The north wind sweeps across the prairie; The coyotes shiver and send weird howls Across long stretches of the plains. —Marguerite Kiefer [19] The Mirror THE ICE-MAN There conies the clop, clop, clop of hoof-beats, Boating rhymes to the grinding of wheels. There comes the man who welcomes the new day, And his cry his story reveals. I'p since the crack of dawn He rides on his wagon: so small is the price That it’s empty 'ere the day is gone; Gone the last of his crystal-clear ice. With his cry happily awaited By the children each day in the year. The ice-man and his wagon are mated To lend joy as they slowly appear. For from the bottom of his wagon He lifts out a handful of “crumbs And you should hear the little fellows smack When they’ve eaten until the cold benumbs. But alas, their pleasures must end. And the ice-man must on his way, For his ice he surely must vend ’Ere the crystals all melt away. —Frances Stevens CURB MARKET Before dawn the stalls arc deserted and bare; Country people have gathered there; With them are children and great bags of fruit, Fresh eggs, chickens, and edible roots. While women in haste rush and hurry about. The children on errands go in and out. Soon city women with baskets on arms Come to the markers to buy from the farms. Then the great piles of produce disappear. And as closing time grows rapidly near. Women with baskets overflowing with bags Leave the market and business lags. When closing time finally comes And very little noise spins and hums, A happy time the farmers enjoy. Hours in laughing and talking they employ. They cat the few cakes that have not been sold And extra bags they begin to fold. Now all wooden stalls arc cleared by husky men, For time has come to go to farms again. —Mildred Raymond [20] The Mirror THE FLIGHT OF THE FIREFLY or Oh What Pun It Is to Glow in A One Act Melodrama Characters: Featuring a brilliant cast. Mrs. Light a mama lightning bug Mr. Light ..................... a papa lightning bug Junior Light ................. a little boy lightning bug Lucy Light ... the little boy lightning bug’s sister (Scene: Interior of the Light house. Mama lightning bug is busy doing the Light housekeeping. Papa lightning bug is g!o v-cring over the Light bills. Junior is mad because the Lights haven’t gone out in months. Suddenly the door bursts open and Lucy Light flies in breathless.) Lucy: O Mama. Papa, I’m so excited, I’m all aglow. Frankie Firefly has just told me he loves me! Papa: What! Didn’t I tell you never to see that insect again! (Papa stands imposingly on the edge of an old dipper.) Mama: Now, Papa, don’t fly off the handle. You know very well Lucy’s old enough to glow out nights now. Lucy: Save your breath, Mama: and you might as well stop buzzing. Papa, because it’s a'I settled. Frankie is a bright boy and he’s the light of my life. Papa: Very well, (pointing his finger at Lucy) glow out of mv life forever. Never lighten this door again. Try your own wings if you like, but if anything happens, don’t come crawling back here. (The Lights all go out as the curtain falls.) Jean McDaniel [21J T H E M I R R O R THE WHALER “Where have you been, my cap'n, Where have you been, tell me.” “On a wha'ing trip In this good ship, Sailing o’er the sunny sea.” And what did you catch, my cap’n, “And what did you catch, tell me.” “Why, by his long tail I caught a big whale, Sailing o’er the sunny sea. “And was there a fight, my cap’n, And was there a fight, tell me.” A whale and a man Wrestled hand to hand, Sailing o’er the sunny sea. “Who won the fight, my cap’n, Who won the fight, tell me.” “Why, he took nic for a knave, And 1 drowned him with a wave, Sailing o’er the sunny sea.” “What sa you now, my cap'n. What say you now, tell me.” “No whale alive Now dares to dive, Sailing o’er the sunny sea. 1 am the cap’n of my good ship, I am the cap’n, that's tnc! And when 1 hit the foam, The whales all stay at home; For I’m sailing o’er the sunny sea.” —Frederick Bush [22] The Mirror VAULTING AMBITION “The curfew tolls the knell of parting clay, 'The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea. The ploughman homeward plods his weary way. And leaves the world to darkness and to me. The glowing crescent of the fircchariot in about a half-hour was due on the great western hill, when I, in manner characteristic of any great explorer, sailed forth upon a mission of which my knowledge was exceedingly deficient. I gathered my pails in all the darkness of ignorance and began my seming'y short journey toward the barn yard. It’s a queer thing, the way you think about these ghastly vertebrates of the eleventh phylum when you start to meet them. My highly imaginative mind, with unerring precision, amazingly-truc-to-life. couldn’t seem to turn from the hull-fighting ring of romantic Spain, from the gavly colored clothes of “el toreador , with his red blanket to wave at the infuriated mammal, and a sword with which to kill the maddened beast. I visioned, also, a mem crowd to cheer me as victor and a beautiful senorita to sing “My hero to the tune of a light guitar. However, when 1 came to myself, I found to my disappointment that instead of a bull-fighting ring. 1 was nearing the barnyard • instead of the poetic locale of Barcelona or Madrid. I was in prosaic Alabama; instead of the gay clothes of “el toreador , I was wearing Sears Roebuck Special overall pants and a sweat-shirt; instead of a red blanket to wave at the infuriated brute. 1 had a mi k pail to catch the milk; instead of a sword to kill the bull, 1 had two good feet of ample size with which to run; but there was no cheering crowd, no beautiful senorita: and the only guitar 1 knew of in the vicinity was unstrung and belonged to dejected me. But in spite of lack of trappings of Spanish arena, 1 was just a wee bit nervous. Because “The female of the species is more deadly than the male ’, I asked myself, “What is a man? While all this was passing through m hat rack , my feet had carried me to the courtyard of cowlike femininity. Being well versed in the !aw of “safety first and also possessing a sort of prophetic soul , 1 looked both to right and left and with a stealthy, cautious tread of which 1 was incapable under ordinary circumstances, I approached the stomping grounds’’ of the mammal. I saw her nowhere. 1 opened the gate with extraordinary care, but bv the time I turned my back to fasten the gate. I heard a sound something like a rushing freight train with a foghorn whistle coining in my general direction. Man. was 1 thinking too precisely on the event? No! I locked that gate with seconds to “pare; in fact, had there been an algebra student at hand. I could safely say that he would have had positive proof of the existence of imaginaries, because I checked that equation and was at the barn when the allotted 1-86.400th of an average solar day had elapsed. Of course. 1 can't sav much about my sprinting for fear someone might believe me conceited, but if the high school boys who tun in events had half the inspiration I had to show mv heels, the trophies for sprinting would speak of dear Alma Mater as “Home Sweet Home That dingy gray barn was the sweetest looking place I've ever had the privilege ro appreciate. 1 ran so fast 1 lost my penchant for a sheep walk in Arcadia. Once safely seated on a hale of cowhcan hay, 1 tried to think. Finally, 1 concluded that if I never got any more out of history than the lesson of He Soto. I’d had [23] T he Mirror my money’s worth. I remembered De Soto’s tactful manner in approaching Tuscaloosa, and strove to imitate him by giving the Jersey the bundle of cowbean hay as a peace offering. 1 then proceeded to gather her teed for her evening meal. During that time she had her hack turned and was eating, but when I started for her stable, she turned her head and with a graceful snarl started toward me. My bugle blew retreat, and mv feet were again weighed in the balance and not found wanting. My shuffling feet, ns 1 ambled along, sounded like the cavalry of General Put’s. 1. in the style of my good professor, did twice as much as 1 was expected to do. I actually gave her a second peace offering in the form of another bundle of cowbean hay. She turned her goblin-horned head and proceeded gingerly to eat her food. Of course since she was no robot, her movements were her own anil 1 cou'd not direct them. After a series of adventures, the majority of which were more mental than physical, I succeeded in getting the food in her trough, only in time to sec the war tank coming in at the door, hut I escaped through the window exclaiming, “This push will dis-scat me now.” Sartorially, it did. I needed Sartor Rcsartus to patch me. Then came to my mind the famous quotation from English class: “To be, or not to be. That is the question; Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them.” Right then came the deciding factor in my cow-milking career and I decided that by opposing would 1 end all antagonism. I would no longer be a mouse, (Mickcv, if you please.) but a man with a spinach stomach and a rock of Gibraltar muscle—a naturalist Pop-eye—about to get acquainted with nature. I went around the barn with a steady step and walked in with a possessive air. Hossic didn’t notice me. (I mentally reflected upon the appropriateness of her name). 1 snapped her kicking chains on. 1 milked her and didn’t hear a sound. It would have been much easier if she had kicked me a few times, for 1 was expecting it; and the longer 1 waited, the more trying the suspense grew. 1 couldn’t figure it out. Mv brother finally told me that Bossie was not vicious; she was only desirous of the food I had, or that which she expected me to have. Gone were all the ambi tions 1 had to be among the super-detectives, because I had failed to use their main device. “By indirections, find directions out.” William I. Capps [24] Tiif. Mirror [25] Class of May, 1938 MOTTO: “Cedant arma togae “Arms yield to the toga FLOWER: Talisman Rose COLORS: “Smoke Rose and Gold” President I 'ice-President Secretary Treasurer Orator Pianist I oculist Poet Jr list Mix Senn. Sponsor Don King Miss Verplanck, Sponsor Dorothy Adams Jimmy Ardis William Sterling Edwards, 111 Elizabeth Cowart Jayne Eudora Walton Samuel Gray Reid Frank Walter Anderson Helen Lee Etchison Evelyn Beaslcv Jean Camber McDaniel Sara Frances McCarley COMMITTEES MOTTO Elizabeth Rountree, Chairman Harvey O. White RING Virginia Evins, Chairman Me! ford Simpson Man Alice Walker INVITATION Miss Rowe. Sponsor David Lemmon Rosemary Marshall May Harris, Chairman Walter Anderson Jimmy McCauley FLOWER AND COLOR Miss Comer, Sponsor Kathryn Todd Arnold Caudle, Chairman Jean McDaniel Robert Glaze YEARBOOK Miss Ellis and Miss Beard, Sponsors Billy Mizcllc, Chairman Mabel Holston Mary Alice Walker Margaret Lewis Cynthia Wilson Charles Postelle Winton Wilson Elizabeth Rountree [26] The Mirror president’s ddress LOOKING AHEAD As we approach the end of our high school career and are about to enter business or an institution of higher education, we are told that we mat become “cannop-fodder”—that all the time, money, and effort spent on our training may be wasted in one tremendous blast of gunfire! Many people versed in wor'd affairs believe that war is not a probability, bur a certainty. They say that every day relations among world powers become more strained and that the wisest of men cannot prevent a break that will plunge us ir turmoil such as the world has never witnessed. Even now these predictions are made more terrifying by the booming of guns far to the cast and west. In the midst of this confusion and uncertainty, how do we, who should certainlv be most affected by such a calamity, face the future? We have expressed our intentions through various polls and straw votes. According to them: in event of an aggressive war, a few of us would volunteer for service; the majority would go on v if conscripted; and a few would absolutely refuse to fight. These attitudes, of course, arc not to he considered should our own shores he invaded. And past experience leads us to believe that, regardless of the type of war, when the hand starts playing and crowds cheer, many who now denounce warfare will march along with the rest and attempt to save the wor d for —who knows what? When the air is charged with militarism, an able-bodied man is practically conscripted hy the disfavor with which he is regarded if he is not in uniform. Only a few patriots understand that the man who has courage to stand up for his convictions is often braver than his brothers who march gaily off to the martial notes of fife and drum. This survey makes it plain that the thing for us to do is to keep war from being declared; or to state the matter positively, we must presene peace—and this in the face of gloomy predictions. How can it he done? you ask. The answer is not n simple one. hut its very complexity should increase the vigor with which we attack i ! First, we must consider our ideology. In prehistoric times when l.lvsscs and others of his kind emerged, human beings honored the warrior above all other types. So it has been through history. A mighty soldier, whether skilled in swinging a broadsword or fortunate in having his artillery in the right spot at the right time, has held highest place in his country’s esteem. This must cease if we arc to live safclv and freely in a world of peace. Heroes of destruction must be replaced by those who live—or die if need be—for the upbuilding of human welfare and happiness. Such give their time and skill in the realm of science so that we may live longer and more usefully. Such heroes are those who devote themselves disinterestedly to public ser- [27] The Mirror vice so that justice may prevail. Newsreel cameramen ami reporters toil long hours under hazardous conditions to give us an understanding of far away or extraordinarily interesting occurrences. These men and many others arc as courageous as any Caesar or Napoleon. The world will be happier when more of us believe that the man who captures a nation or kills people or tramples their rights should not be acclaimed. Let us transfer our praise to the benefactors of mankind! Now for the ordering of our own lives along lines of peaceful achievement. Experts tell us that wc arc the real hazard to peace. It seems that young people arc peculiarly susceptible to the glamour of war. In her Testament of Youth. Vera Brittain says that through war there is an “incomparable keying up of the spirit” and that “the challenge to spiritual endurance, the intense sharpening of all the senses, the vitalizing consciousness of common peril for a common end, remain to allure those bovs and girls who have just reached the age when love and friendship and adventure call more persistently than at any later time.” She is right in saying that we want love and friendship and adventure. So Irt us heed warning lest wc seek them in the wrong way. War is the wrong way! C an love and friendship be served by separations, casualties, and death? Doesn’t modern civilian life offer adventure enough for us all? Consider the duties of the bedcral Bureau of Investigation, of a stratosphere balloonist, of a South Pole explorer; and remember that though they are more spectacular, they are not more dramatic and humanly interesting than are the activities of any quiet, law-abiding citizen who seeks to improve his government by investigating candidates and voting intc ligently, or to better the conditions of ordinary life by assuming his responsibility for changing con ditions that breed crime, or who delves fearlessly into secret of disease and misery in order to benefit humanity. Rumors of war make us fear for our loved democracy, a possession which we have thought worth fighting to maintain. We believe that it could not survive a war. By stiiving personally and collectively for peace wc may create a virtuous circle—-peace which will encourage democracy, democracy which will foster the pursuits of peace, which will strengthen a democracy that will in turn perpetuate peace! —Sterling Edwards [28] The Mirror SENIOR CLASS POEM TO EVERY MAN On some long sweet summer evening. In the twilight that lasts so long, A ban! of an old king of Sweden Had caned on a fount his w ise song. The waters long since have ceased flowing, The centuries have long given light, But the words to this hour remind us: “To Every Man, Joy and Grief—Before Night.” The joys we remember so g’adly. And carry always in our heart; Like some old and oft lingered rosary, We will count them before we depart: There's the friend who, with never a whisper But the language of lives long entwined, Brings delight just by being beside us. A joy we w ill keep long enshrined. There's the world fill! of color in Springtime Making every man poet unaware, While the hearts of us all fill with living And it's happiness iust to be here. We’ve the zest of the fight and the winning, Of the rest at the end of essay. And the joy of the faith and the hoping At the morn of a new christened day. Grief must be ours before night, For pain follows life through the years. Though we travel a road often trod, We see not the grooves through our tears. And each, as if first and alone on that road, Thinks no other has ever known grief. But were he to lift up his eyes from the dust, He would see in man’s face sweet relief; For the sorrow that leadens the heart. And makes weary the rise of each sun, Is the sorrow that lifts to the skies And makes man and God more like one. On that long sweet summer evening, In the twilight that lasts so long. The bard of that old king of Sweden Carved on a fount our own song. The waters long since have ceased flowing, The centuries have long given light, But the words none the less tell our story: “To Every Man, Joy and Grief—Before Night.” —Jean McDaniel L29J Thk Mirror SENIOR CLASS ORATION A NEW ORDER Modern history may be considered simply the account of a struggle for individual freedom: for we have been led from the darkness of the Middle Ages chiefly hv successful champions of liberty. Patrick Henry was onI one of the many whose words and actions showed that their choice was uncompromisingly “liberty or “death. Luther fought for religious freedom. LaFavctte was a picturesque exponent of political and personal independence. Horace Mann sponsored scholastic liberty. 1 he success with which liberty has been sought brings us one of the most perplexing problems of the present day. It is how to retain the advantages of our free independence without losing regard for the rights of others anti concern for their welfare. The complexity of modern life makes this problem personal, national, and international: and it is significant that leading social philosophers are urging us . realize that our aim must he no longer independence, but interdependence, and that like every other worthwhile goal it is difficult to attain. It is interdependence in its personal aspects that concerns us now; so let us discuss the main sources to which the average individual may turn for guidance. They arc: the home, the church, the school, and business association. These influences may vary in importance with the individual case, hut they touch most people. In fact their relation to each other and the effect of that relation on a person determine the pattern of ife. 'I he home is the first and most potent influence with which the child comes in contact. It i there that his impressionable early days are spent. The home lays claim to independence a a primary and necessary basis. In the first place the family is a unit. Within the four walls of a home, the family—whether a man and wife, or a man and wife and children— is united by a mutual love and affection. Esteem for his home has through the ages inspired man to labor to better his condition. Women have felt the same urge. In recent years it has sent many from their traditional domestic tasks into the business world to seek there an economic security for a better home. 'Flic picture of a happy family that might he broken up by tragedy has .ong been a favorite advertisement for insurance and transportation companies, who have always found it appealing. Hut happiness i not the homc only ottering. Throughout life, the home serves as a refuge from the world. It is the quiet harbor into which a person may escape from the bartering waves of the rough and uncertain sea. From early childhood when the first thought after cutting a finger is to run home, even to old age when the wish is to die there, the home serves a unique purpose. It is the place where a person may he sure ot a warm we come and solace from worldly cares. Whether one is driven home by sorrow, disgrace, pain, or weariness, he is sure of tender love I hr .-story of the Prodigal Son is a favorite, not merely because it is a good tale, hut because it shows that the home offers refuge even to the wayward. [30] 1 h E Mir r o R Thus vc elevate the home and glory in its independence, but it gives us likewise our first lesson in interdependence. Its happiness is based on the co-operation of the different members of the household. Its physical needs arc served by business and industry. School and church must make their mental and spiritual contributions if individuals are to he equipped to hui’d and to maintain good homes. The influence of the church on the life of the average individual has had a tendency to be ignored more and more as the tempo of life has increased. Hut that influence is still felt by a normal, clear-thinking person. The beauty of the natural world and the godliness of inspired mortals speak to him of a Benevolent Omnipotence whom it is a blessing to recognize. It worship of the Divine sets the church apart, certainly its other function—service to humanity—emphasizes its interdependence It combines the monetary contributions of business with the human and mental gifts of home and school and itself furnishes the spiritual guidance toward a fuller, better life. 'The school is the third great influence on the individual. Although a few so-called self-made men have been successful with a minimum of formal schooling, education of some kind i nevertheless admittedly a great asset. To Lincoln, one of the self-made group, is attributed the famous maxim: “I will study ami get ready am! maybe my chance will conic. Schools arc rightly jealous of their intellectual independence and are not willing that anything shall interfere with their search for truth, hut public schools apart from the people and separated from their needs and interests cannot exist. School experience is considered now not so much a preparation for ife as an important part of life itself. The curriculum has broadened to include, in addition to mental and physical training, moral instruction and a very important by-product, social life. Thus we see that progressive education has already realized that we are approaching an era of interdependence. Business life seems to he the putting into practice of the principles and skills ’earned in school, and it is a continuation of the educational process: hut business activity—or whatever form adult life takes—is further evidence of the interdependence of all the factors of life. Consideration and fairness learned during childhood in the home should be applied in business. Kven where physical objects or commodities ate concerned, mental efficiency and a high moral and ethical sense arc essential to a real y desirable economic order. We must conclude then that the advantages of personal independence, the most highly prized possession of our ancestors, can he preserved today only by conscious interdependence, an intelligent working together to achieve common goals. It is a challenge to us, the products of an era of depression, to adapt ourselves to a new way of living. Gone are natural frontiers, gone are the old types of pioneers, and gone with them is a new way of life. Today the individual can succeed only by fitting in with other individuals and’ pulling for the good of all. —Walter Anderson [31J T H E M 1 R R O R William Sterling Edwards. Ill Ambition: To sit on the tack of ambition an A rite to fame Activities: Senior Class Pres. ‘38; Yancey Pres. '38, V-Pres. '37, Critic '36; Athletic Coin. Chair. '38; Ushers, Track '38; Mi-Y, Sec. '36 Senior Play '38; Council Member '35. Elizabeth Cowart “Nib” Activities: Senior Cla«s V-Prcs. '38; Honor Society ’37, '3S, Sec. ’38; Promethean '35, ’36. '37. ’38. Pres.' '38; Gen. Org. Scholarship Com. '36, '38; S. R. Pres. ’3- , '38. V-Prcs. ’35, '36. '37; Art Club '3S. '36. '37. Sec. '35. Jayne Eudoka Walton Ambition: To succeed though Mr. Mac be against me. Activities: Senior Class Sec. ’38; Gen. Org. Publicity Com., Athletic Com. '37, Law and Order Com. '36; Dramatic Club Sec. ‘38; Citizenship Girl 37; Pierian Sec. '37. Pres. '38; Art Club Treat . '37; G. L. C. '36. Samuel Gray Reid Ambition: To find a salve for Carlyle's Hums. Activities: Treat . Senior Class '38; Ushers '36, '37. 38, Trcas. '38; Yancey '35. '36, '37, '38; Gen. Org;. Scholarship Com. '36; Hoys' Glee Club; Council Member. Frank Walter Anderson “Andy Ambition: To meet the wolf at the door and come back with a fur coat. Activties: Senior Class Orator '38; Ushers; Gen. Org. Law and Order Com. '36; Yancey; Dramatic Club l’reas. '3S; Mirror Hoard '37, '3S; Senior Matinee '37; Senior Play '38. Jean Camber McDaniel Ambition: “O wad some Power to ithers gie To see myself as see me. Activities: Senior Class Poet '38; Editor-in-chief Mirror '38. Associate Editor, '37; Mnemosynean V-Pres. '37. Committees '36, '38; History Class V-Prcs. '37, '3S. Critic ‘35: Writers Club '34. '35: Honor Society ’38. Sara Frances McCarley Ambition: To attain the supposedly unattainable. Activities: Senior Class Artist; Pen and Hrush Club '37. 3S. Evelyn Beasley “Abie Ambition: To hitch my wagon to a star (preferably Melton Eddy) Activities; Senior Class Vocalist. '38; Pierian '35, '36. ’37. '38; Glee Club '37. '38; Dramatic Club ’37. '38; Music Fstival '38; Phillips Night Program '37. Helen Lee Etch bon ‘Roster Ambition: To be musician, traveler, and author. Activities: Senior Class Pianist, '38; Clio ‘34, '35. '36. '37. Parliamentarian ’36, Critic '37; Vocal Class Sec. '36; Vodvil '37. '38; Treble Clef Club '37. '38; S. R. Pres. Dorothy Aimts “Chink Ambition: To be happy. Activities: S R. Sec. '37. V-Prcs 36, Pres. '38; Glee Club '37. '38; “Carmen ; Pierian Trcas. '37, Social Chni man '58. Corres. Sec.; Art Club '35. 36, Pub. Com. [32] The Mirror Murray Jane Adderhold Maggie Ambition: To take arms against the sea of troubles. Activities: Hanker '34; Marshal '35, '36; Girls' Freshmen Club (Campaign Speaker) '34; Gym Lieut. '36, '38. Mary Elizabeth Anderson Lilly Ambition: ‘To live, love and learn , Activities: Mnetnosynean ‘36, '37; Personality Club '57, '38. Frances Andrews Ambition: To be hois. Activities: Marshal '37; Personality Club; Phillip' Night Program '36. Arnei.i. Archer Archie Ambition: To he a good Diesel engineer. Activities: Basket Ball Team '37, '38. James Harvey Arms Jimmy Ambition: To shoot many goals in the game of life. Activities: Basketball Lctterman '36, '37; Tennis Letter man '36. '37; Pres. Hi-Y '37; Pres. Glee Club '38. Treas '36; Sec. Yancey '37; S. R Pres. '35. '36, '37; Carmen. “Aida, “Pinafore”; Sports Club '35; Gen. Urg. Athletic Com. ‘36; Ushers '36, 37, '3S. Gi.ovif. Atchisson Caesar Ambition: Eat heartily—die happily. Activities: Business Hikers '34; Thalia '36; Personality Club ’37; Banker ‘36. Thomas Benjamin Bailey “loots Ambition: To do what others have failed to do. Activities: Glee Club 37. Ruth Barnett Ambition: To go up the rough road skillfully and eome dovttt the smooth contentedly. Activities: History Class Pres. '34. '35; S. R. Vice-Prcv '36; G. L. C. 36; Personality Club '37. '38; Honor Society '3S. Sara Evelyn Bf.ll “Ducky Ambition: To make the happiest days of my past the saddest days of my future. Activities: Darnrosch Club '34, '35; Personality C lub 36, '37; Phillips Night '34. '35, 36, '37. Margaret Bellows “Maggie Ambition: To he able to make another A under Miss Rush. Activities: G. L. C. '36. '37, '3S; Sec. .Virata ‘37; Sec. S. R. '36; Banker ‘36; Phillips Night Program '35, ’36. [33] The Mirror Lr.i.tA Walls Bethel Ambition: To Jo unto others as would have them Jo unto me. Activities: Honor Society ’38; Writers' Club '36, '37; A� -traea ’35, ’36. ’37, ’3$; Dramatic Club '34, ’3S. Alto Velee Boutwbll Ambition: To mate all my aircastles eome true. Marjorie Mae Bowen Bill” Ambition: To he the best JressrJ woman in the world. Activities: Athletic Club Pres. '34, '35; Council Member ’34. '3S; Personality Club ’37. Minnie Louise Breckekridge Mincv Ambition: Never to trouble trouble until trouble trouble: me. Activities: S. R. Banker '37. ’38: Vestalia ’36. '37. William John Bridges Slim Ambition: To keep “Going at Phillips. Activities: S. R. Council Member '36. '37. Ward T. Bryant Buddy Ambition: To reach the top in the field of forestry. Activities: Pres. History Class ’35; Vice-Pres. S. R. '36. Ernest Clay Burgin E. C. Ambition: To be a woman’s home torn panion. Activities: Honor Society '37. '38, Vice-Pro. '38; Ushers '37. ’38; Vaneev '35. ’36, '37. ’38; Gen. Org. Law and Order Com. 37; S. R. V-Pres. '3S. '36. Hilda Caine Ambition: To greet all of my friends on the road to success. My special ambition, though, is to be a singer in a big orchestra John Charles Call Jack Ambition: Never to let up. Activities: Honor Society '37. '38; Yancey '36, '37, '38. Ushers '37. ’38; Tennis Team, Manager '37. Squad '38; Gen. Org. Scholarship Com. ’38; S. R. V-Pre . 35, '36. Pres. ’37; Council Member '36. Robert Torrance Cals Ambition: To reach the peak. Activities: Usher Club '36. '37. '38; Yancey ’36. '37. '38; Hi-Y '36. '37, '38; Mirror Board '37, '38; Sergeant R. O T. C. '36; Banker '37; Mirror Agent '35, '37. ruj The Mirror William Gibbs McAdoo Campbell Mack Ambition: To live a free and easy life, and to he able to carve my initials on the face of the earth. Mary Jane Carl Ambition: To give so much time to the improvement of myself that I have no time to criticize others. Activities: Aglaia '34. '35. '36. '37, 38; Phillips Night Program '34. '35: P. T. A. Program '34; Sec. S. R. '34, '35. 36. Jens Childress Just Plain Jean Ambition: To he a technician. Activities: See. (Jen. Organization; Clio '35, '3t� , '37, '3S; G. L. C. '37. 38; Inter-Club Stunt '37; Inter-Club Oratorical 38. Andrea Mae Christie Red Ambition: To hop in my Model T of Happiness, chua down the road of Life, and outrun the cop of Troubles. Activities: Astraca '35, '36; Personality Club '37, '38. Corn Ella Cobh (V Ambition: To he a great radio and stage star. Activities: The Gondoliers '35; “Carmen 36; Glee Club 34. '35. '36; Pres. S. R. '37. Sec. '38: Thalia Pres. '38, V-Pres. '37; Phillips Night Program 35, '36. Jean Cogburn Ambition: To build all my dream houses, and learn to play a bag-pipe. Activities: Dramatic Club '36. '37; Phillips Night Program '37. Merle Cooper Ambition: To live, love and learn. Activities: Clio '35, '36, 37; Girls' Letter Club '35, 36. '37; A. E. A. Program '37. Mary Kate Cow den ‘Katie Ambition: To get what want when I want it and be satisfied with it after I get it. Activities: Vodvil '37; “Carmen 36. Robert Frederick Cllley Ambition: To rise, before I jump. Activities: S. R. Banker '37. Leland Cullman Activities: S. R. Banker '34; Yancey '35, '36, '37. [35] The Mirror Julian Currie Ambition: To marry a wealthy widow. Activities: Band ’35, ’36. 37. ’38; R. (). T. C. Band ’3 ’37. 38; Orch. ’38. Ruth Currie “Shorty Baby Ruth Ambition: To build air castles strong enough to live in. Activities: Vestalia, V-Pres. '38. Ei.bf.rt Clarence Davidson Ambition: To help make the world a better place in which to live. Benny Davies Ambition: To reach higher heights than my prrdecessort have. Activities: Milliard ’35. '36, '38. Third Member of Standing Com. ’37. 38 ; Hi-Y ’36. ’37, ’38. Tress. ’37. ’38. S. R. Council Member ’37, V-Pres. ‘35, '36; Mirror Agent '34; Basketball letter ’36, '37; Phillips Night Program '37. Dorothy Mae Deakin “Money Ambition: To be a dancer, a singer, and a private stenographer. Activities: Dramatic Club '35; S. R Sec. '36. Banker '35 Pres. '36; Promethean '34; Vestalia '36; li. L. C. ’35 '36, '37; Phillips Night Program '34. '35, '36; Vodvil '35 ’36. '37. Maroukritte Elizabeth Delon y “Polly Ambition: To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Activities: Clio '35, '36. ’37. 38; Critic '36; Who’s Who Contest '36. News Rcpoiter ’38; History Class Pies. '37: Harmony Class Pres. '37; Music Appreciation Class Sec. ‘38; S. R. “Who's Who” Contest. Council member ’36, Marshal '36, ’37, '38; Freshman Mirror Asst Editor '35. Margaret Donald “Donald Ambition: To find a playmate. Activities: Pres. $. R. '34, '36. '37; Pierian '35. '36 '37. '38, Sec. ’36; Social Com. '38; Marshal '35, '36; Counc’i Member 34. '35. '36; Banker '34; Phillips Night '36; Freshman Vodvil '35; Art Club '35. '36, '37; Dramatic Club '36, '38; Captain Gym Class '38. Helen Frances Du Bose Pete” Ambition: To live, to love, to learn, to achieve. Activities: Promethean '34, '35; Dramatic Club '34, ’35, '36 ; Phillips Night Program '35; Junior CJlee Club ’34, ’36. Addik Lee Dunn Ambition: To prove that a giraffe suffers more frori a sore throat than a centipede does from corns. Activities: Promethean '38; Honor Society '38. Louise Dyer Ambition: To make new friends and keep the ones i now have. Activities: Thalia '36, '37, '38; S. R. Sec. ’37. Treas. ?8 [36] Tub Mirror Joe Lynch Etxts. Jr. Ambition: To gain a good foothold on the ladder of Surer n and not fall off. Activities: C;cncr:il Organization Publication Com. '37. Red Cross V-Pres. '37. Pres. 37; Banker 36. '37, '38; Hilliard '36. ‘37. '38; May Festival '37; Senior Play '38 Robert F.r vin Bob” Ambition: To hr an aeronautical enquirer. Bertha Virginia Evixs Pud Ambition: To laugh at the right lime. Activities: Cicn. Org. Law and Order Com. Chairman 37; G. L. C. Pres. '37; S. R. Pres. '35. See. '36, Council Member '35; Astraca Pres. '38. V-Pres. 37. Treas. 36, '37; History Class Treas. 36, See. '37, Pres. '38. Mary Loretta Farmer “Chubby'' Ambition: To make the best of what mutual talents I have. Activities: Clio ‘3$. ‘36. '37. ‘38, Cor. See. '37; Dramatt: Club '36. ’37, '38; Banker ‘35. '36, '37. Faris Faucett Ambition: To make a success in whatever I do. Activities: Clio '35. '36, Corr. Sec. 37; G. L. C. 35. 3« , Sec. '37; Mirror Agent '37. Esther Feukwr Hess Ambition: To get butter out of a butterfly. Activities: Girls' Glee Club '34. '38; May Festival '35. •36 '37; Girl Reserves '37: Operetta '35. 37 ; Phillips Night Program '35. '37; A. E. A. '34. '35; Glee Club Concert '34. 35 ; Spring Festival '34. 35. 36. Pkari. Fish Bat Ambition: To live and not merely exist Activities: Cheer Leader '36. '37; Representative at Howard and Montevallo; Dramatic Club; School letter, State letter, School stars, State star ; Phillips Night Program '35. '36. '37; Personality Club '37. Isarbm.a Frame “Vick Ambition: To have a good time and take things easy. Dorothy Frame “Ted Ambition: Simply to give the best in me to everything undertake. Betty Gai skv “B. G. Ambition: To live, to work, and to hr happy. Activities: Girl Reserves '35. '36, Sec. '36; Personality Club '37. See. 37; History Class Sec. '36. [37] The Mirror Margaret Gaixagher Ambition: To ride the w-aves of success and never be tossed. Activities: Promethean '34, '3S. '36, ’37, Corn Sec. '36, ’37, '38; S. R. Sec. ‘3S; Sec. Speech Clax '35. '37; Sec. Hist. Class '36; Phillips Night Program '37; Pep Squad '36. '37. Mildred Giovanni Ambition: To he a librarian or a private secretary. Activities: Aglia '35, '36. '37, '38. V-Pres. '36; Dramatic Club '35; C3. I.. C. '37, '3S; S. R. Mirror Agent ’35; V-Pres. '36; Hist. Class Sec. '36; Pres Hist. Class 38; First Place in State French Contest '38; Honor Society ’38. John Robert Glaze Ambition: To learn how to think-. Activities: Pen and Brush Club '36, '37. Marguerite Goodin -Rita Ambition: To remember half of what I’ve learned. Activities: Damrosch '37. Dorotiia Goudelock ‘ Dot Ambition: To plant kindness, to sow courtesy, to reap friendship. Activities: Civics Club Pres 35; S. R. Council Member '36. '37, Sec. '35. '36, '37; Astraca ‘36. '37 '38, Critic '38. Lena Cora Graffko Baby Ambition: To be a tjood housewife. Activities: V-Prcs. S. R. '35; Girl Reserves '38. Eleanor Kathryn Gray Toots Ambition: To be a good singer. Activities: Honor Society '37; Glee Club '36, '37; Pierian '35. '36. '37. '38; Chairman Press Com. '38, Corr. Sec. 36; Dramatic Club '37. '38; Freshman Club Sec. '34; S. R. V-Pres. 36. 37 ; Banker '35 '36; Mirror Agent 3S; Jr. � lee Club V-Pres. '35, '36; Vocal Class Pres. '38; Carmen ; Aida ; Spring Festival '38; Operetta 37. '38; Writers Club '36; Freshman Mirror Board '34, '37; Sophomore Board '35; Club Editor '37; Safety Pro gram '37; Speech Class V-Pres. '38; Speech Choir '37. Phillips Night Program '35. '36. 37; Vodvil 35. Rebecca Gray Becky . Red Ambition: To win friends and influence people. Activities: Sec. Gen. Org. '38; R.O.T.C. Band Sponsor 37; R.O.T.C . Sponsor '3S; Glee Club '37, '38; Dramati: Club '36. '37. '38; V-Pres. '38. Treas. 37. Plays '36. '37. '3S; Writers' Club '37; Pierian '36, '37, '38; Sec. Glee Club '37; Chairman Speech Class '37; Auditorium Programs '36. '37, '38; Senior Play '38; Pinafore '37 . State Music Festival '37, '38; Vocal Ensemble '37. '38; First Place Citv-wide Poetry Contest; Vodvil '36. '37; May Day '37; Campaign Speech '37; Commencement Exercises '38; May Queen Finals '38; Phillips Night Program '37; Chairman Athletic Com. '37; Sec. S. R. '37; Mirror Agent '38. John Arley Haddock Ambition: To lead such a life that fame and fortune unknown shall be mine. Myri. Rosen a Hancock Rose Ambition: To see myself at others see me. Activities: Thalia '35. '36. '37. '3$. [38] The Mirror Virgil Handy SIur Ambition: To hold what I've got and grab for more. May Harris Ambition: To find a person who will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing hut the truth. Activities: Pierian '35, '36. '37, '3$. V-Pres 37, ( ritic 35; V-Prcu. Art Club '35. '36. '37; Honor Society '37, '3$; V-Pres. History Class; S. K. Pres. '36; Marshal '36, 37. Betfie Heaton Butter'' Ambition: To reduce education to a liquid form so that I ran drink it. Activities: Clio '34, '35; Marshal '38; Vocal Class Sec. '38; P. I'. A. Fashion Show '35. Margaret Amanda Hodges ••Pe gy’’ Ambition: To live always a Christian life. Activities: S. R. Banker 34, Sec. 34, 3 5. V-Prcs. 35; Dramatic Club '34. 35 ; Personality Club 37, '38; Music-Class Pres. '37; History Class Pres. 34. '38. Jack Holmes Red' Ambition: To get a lawn mower that will cut Robert Presto's grass. Activities: S. R. V-Pres. '34: History V-Pres. 35. Mahki. Elsie Hotarro Ambition: To add my sparkle in the stars of success. Activities: Mirror Typist '38; P. 1 A. Program 37; Annual Typist 3S. Lf.llon Mauryce I Ioi.t Lei Ambition: To make myself in all things admirable. Activities: Vestalia 35, '36. '37. Pres. 37; S. R. Svc. 3. ; Banker '35. '36; Senior Play '37. '38; Freshman Mirror Board, 34; Sophomore Mirror Board '35; Auditorium Program '35. 36; Dramatic Club Play '37: Sec. Speech Class '35; Dramatic Club '35. '36. '37; Play Reader '37; Campaign Speech '37; l.ieut. in Gym 35, 36. Sara Eu.es Holt Sammic Ambition: To light my tomorrows with todays. Activities: Damrosch Club '35. '36. Parliamentarian 36; Personality Club ’37, '3S; Program Com. 38: Phillips Night Program '37. Lotus E Homas Renic Ambition: To he an air stewardess on the ''China Clipper. Activities: Gen. Org. Publicity Com. '37; Hiatory Class See. '35; Dramatic Club 34. '37; Personality Club 37, 38, Reporter '37. Pres. 3S; S. R. Banker '37. «, N!,r[ ’r Agent '37; Vocal Class Pres. '36. V-Pres. 37; Treble Clef Club '37: Carmen '36; Freshman Vodvil 35. Mary Esther Hopkins Hop Ambition: To satisfy my curiosity. Activities: S. R. V-Pres. '37. Banker 34; Personality Club '37. [39] The Mirror Blanche Elizabeth Howard • Her’ Ambition: HaPPy am I; from rare I'm frrr. Why aren't they all contented like met” Activities: Gen. Org. Scholarship Com. ’37; Dramatic Club ’36; Astraea ’35. '36; Personality Club ’37, 3S: “Carmen” 36. Radford High: Glee Club ‘34. 3S: Booster’s Club ’34, '35: Cheer header 34, '35; Bon Vovagr Operetta 35; Jr. Hi-Y ’34. ’35. Joseph Louise Hudgens “Tony” Ambition: To strive, to seek, to find, anil not In yield. Activities: Clio ’34. ’35; Personality Club ’37. 38; Musi cal Review ’34. ’35; Junior Glee Club ’35. ’36; Spring Music Festival ’34. ’35. PoROTIfV Wit IT I IlUFK “Huffic” Ambition: Far earn di la vita un sonno, e d'il sonno vna real ta Activities; Honor Society ’37. ’38. Sec ’38; Associate Editor Mirror ’37. ’3S; Mnemosvnean ’35. ’36. ’37. ’38. V-Pres. 36. Pres. ’37. ’38: Red Cross Council ’36. ’37. Pres ’38; Writers’ Club. Sec. ’37. ’38: S. R. Sec. ’36. Council Member ’37. ’38; (Jen Org. Com. ’37; Radio Program 36. Chairman Chemistry Com. ’37; Auditorium Programs ’36. ’37. ’38. Harry Byron Huff “Dooley Ambition: To do and die. Activities: Ushers ’37, ’3S; Ass’t Head I’sher ’38: Vaneev ’35. ’36. ’37. ’38. V-Pres. ’38. Bii.lv Iewinos “William Ambition: To net going. Activities: Stamp Club ’34. ’35. ’36. ’37. ’38. V-Pres. ’36, Pres. ’38; V-Pres. S. R. ’35; Historv Class Chairman '37. Freshman Mirror Board ’35; Sophomore Mirror Board ’36. Charles Ou.tr Jones “Pop’’ Ambition: To dispute Carlyle’s philosophy that poets are the most nolle people that can he bestowed upon a generation—Girls are Activities: Gen. Org. V-Pres. ’37: Hilliard ’35. ’36. ’37. ’3S. Critic and Social Chairman: Dramatic Club ’36. ’37. ’38; Ph:llip Night Program '36. ’37; Senior Plav ’38; Banker ’37: Pres. Historv Class ’36. 37. 38; S. R Cntic •35: Band ’35, ’36. ’37. ’3S; R. O. T. C. Band ’36. ’37 ’38. Lack Colvard Ionfs Jack Ambition: To drink life to the lees. Activities: Mirror Board ’38; Writers Club ’3S; Pen and Brush Club ’38; History Class V-Pres. ’37. Lillian Lowry Jones “Shorty Ambition: To he able to see over the tall people without standing on tip-toe and stretching my neck in order to see a parade. Activities: Clio ’36. ’37; Dramatic Club ’34, ’35. ‘36, ‘37; Marshal 37. Mary Juanita Jones “Mell Ambition: Sever to H Sharp, never It Flat hut always It Sutural. Activities: Music Festival ’35; S. R Sec. ’36. Walter Clopton Joses Ambition: To find a word that Miss Chambliss can't spell. [40 | T he Mirror William Bailev Jones •’Billy” Ambition: To he a big business man. Activities: V-Pres. Historv Class ’38: Mirror Agent '35, ?3S. Ruth Jordan Ruth Ruth” Ambition: To possess love nnil happiness and to live happy ever after. Activities S. R. V-Pre . '34. Sec. '35. Banket '34. 3 . '36; Astrates 35, '36, '37, 3S; V-Prcs. History Class 35. Lout Paul Kassoui ‘'Duck” Ambition: To be suceessful. Activities: Honor Society '38; Mirror Typist '38; Phil lip Night '36, '37. Jack William Karp Karhitlc Ambition: To determine the horsepower of a nightmare. Activities: Yancey 37, '38: I’shcrs Club '37, '38. Mary Faye Keeker Ambition: To leave footprints on the sands of time. Activities: Etowah County High: Student Council 35. ’36; Lc Cercle Francais '33, '34. '35, '36: Band '35. '36; Biology Club V-Pres. '35. '36; Hi-Y Club 36; Treat S. R. '36; Phillips High: Photography Club '3$; Honor Society '38. Frances Lee Keltxir Fanny” Ambition: To operate a ranch. Activities: Dramatic Club '36. '37, '38; Aglain '36. 37, 38. Geraldine Kennedy Gerry” Activities: Gen. Org. Law and Order Com. 37; G. L. C. '35, 36, '37, 3S; Pierian 35. '36. '37. '3S; Social Com. '35. '36; Executive '37, Critic '38; Art Club '35. '36. '37. Social Com. ‘35. '37. Critic '36; Dramatic Club '34. '35. '36; S. R. Pres. '35. Sec. 34; Freshman Gtrls. Pres. '34; Phillips Night Program '3o. 37; Freshman Vaudeville '36. Marc ft rite Kiefer Dopey Ambition: To he an d one Stenographer. Don Edgar King Ambition: To find the four earners of the earth. Activities: Honor Society; Cshers '36. 37, 38. Sec. 38; Yancey '36, '37. '38; Cor. Sec. '3S; Chairman Publications Com. ’3S; Glee Club '36. '37. 38; V-Pres. '38; Council Member '35. ’37: Mirror Agent '36; V-Pres. 37: Pres. Historv Class 37; V-Pres. '38; Klertton Com. of Council '37- Carmen . Aida”, Pinafore ; Sec. Speech Class '34, '36; V-Pres. 35; Pres. '37; Mirror Board ’37. Margaret Knapp Knappie Activities: Art Club ‘34. 35. '36, '37; Pierian '34, '35, '37, '38; Council Member '38; Marshal 37. [41] The Mirror Marianne Gaili.ard Knox Ambition: Alw'ays to say. I can, I must. I will.” Activities: “Carmen” '34; $. R. Banker ‘36; Dramatic Club '32. Gertrude M rgaret Kruse “Gertie Ambition: llways to live happily ever after. Activities: Mnemosynean '36. '37; Mirror Typist '33; Captain Gym Class '36; Business Hikers' Club '34; Banker '34. David Armstrong Lemmon “Sunkist Ambition: Aot to he in the tub when opportunity knocks. Activities: Cshcrs '37, '38; Owen '37. '3S; Banker S. K '38. George Knox Letson, Jr. “Dixie Ambition: To brush the Fluff” from my Kat . Activities: (Jen. Org. Law and Order '37. '38; Football Squad '35, '36; Track Squad '36. '38; Yancev ’36. '37, 38; Cshcrs ’37. '38; Hi-Y '36. '37. ’38; S. R. Mirror Agent '36. '37. Margaret Evelyn Lewis “Miki Ambition: To be a school teacher. Activities: Aglaia '35. '36. '37; Chairman Membership Com. '35, Chairman Social Com. '36. '37; Chairman Press Com. '36; Personality '37. '38; Member of Standing Com. '37; Reporter '38; S. R. Sec. ’38; Dramatic '36. 37 ; Marshal '37; Student Assistant Librarian '35. '36, '37, '38; Annual '38. Robert Hood Lister, Jr. “Pete Ambition: Always to rember my Phillips and college friends. Activities: Hilliard 3S. '36. '37. 38; Glee Club '35. '36; Dramatic Club '34. ’37. ’38; Phillip Night Program '3 3. '36. '37; Chairman Speech Class '38. Madison Leonard “Matt Davenport Ambition: To become a T. S. forester or a fingerprint classifer and marry a rich widow. Boyce Whitney Love Ambition: .Sever to quit trying. Activities: Hilliard '37, '38. Social Com. '38; Writer Club '37, '38. Trea . '38; S. R Pres. 38; Banker 37, Council Member '35. Frances M kie Lucky “Lucky” Ambition: To live up to my name. Activities: (Jen. Org. Clubs Coin. '38; V-Pres. ‘36; Captain of Gym Clas ’38; Art Club '36. '37; G. i„ C. '35. '36. '37. '38; Council Member '35. Sec. '34; Phillips Nigh: Program '35. ‘36. James Russei.i. McCauley “J'.mmy” Ambition: To be here when Satan takes a holiday. Activities: Cshcrs '36. '37. '38. Head Usher '38; Athletic Com. '38; Owen ‘35. '36. '37. 38. I'rea . '37: Pres S. R. '34. '37, '38; Council Member ‘37. Mirror Age ' '36; Pres History Class '37: “G'-'ssIcn Grcenics '36 • Dodos '37. [42] The Mirror Lada Frances McGee Bo Peep” Ambition: To strive to live a life in which I'll never hr ashamed of any word, action, or deed. Activities: Clio 36. 37. '3S. Treas. 37; Band 35. '36. '37. '38; Orchestra '35. '36; Dramatic Club '35. 16. '37; Banker '37, '38; Phillips Night Program '35, '36, '58. Mary Elizabeth McLester Mary Lib” Ambition: To enjoy lifr and always he happy. Activities: Personality Club '3S. Social Chairman 37; Vestalia '34. '35. Reporter '36; V-I’rcv Biology Class '36, Orchestra '33, '34. Runt McLester Ambition: To make a success of everything that I attempt Activities: Vestalia '34. ‘35. 36. '37 ; Personality Club '37. Harold Louis Mali-RU Louie” Ambition: To tie my hat to the saddle and ride, rid', ride. Mary Clayton Martin Ambition: To strive, to seek, to conquer. Activities: History Class Treas ’37; Junior Red Cross '35; Mnrmosvnean Pen Com. '36. Scrap Book Com. '37, Executive Com. '37. Social Com. '38; Phillips Night Program '35. Nell Vivian Mays Little Nell Ambition: To have and to hold. Activities: Girl Reserves '34. '35. 36. 37, 38: S. R. Banker '34, '35. Sec. '55; Sec. History Class 3S; Captain Gym Class '37 . Ruth Meek “Hutch” Ambition: To he a nurse like Sightingale. Activities: Dramatic Club '35; Phillips Night Program. Doris Lucille Melvin Dot Ambition: To (jet the most out of life hy h cl pi no others. Activities: Mncmosynean '35, '36; Personality Club 37; Carmen '36; Freshmrn Vaudeville '36; Phillips Nigh: '37. William Robert Mizf.llk, Jr. Leapin Lena Ambition: To write and bring my honored name Perpetual endurance, l.ike Shakespeare, gain eternal fame —And also sell insurance. Activities: Mirror Board '37. ‘38. Editor-in-Chief 37; Annual '37, ’38; Scholastic Contest First Place '37; Football Practice '35. '36. '37; Track Meet '37; Owen '35; Dramatic Club '37; Senior Play '37; State Music Festival '38; Vocal Class Sec. '38; History Class V-Prcs. '36; Campaign Speech '38. Lots Rodinf. Morris Ambition: Sever to hr too angry to smile. Activities: Honor Society '37; Pierian '35, '36, '37, 38; S. R. Pres. '35, Banker '3S. [43] The Mirror Joe Duncan Morrison Activities: Vaneev ’37. '38; S. R. Pres. '34. Council Mem her '36. '37. Madge Estelle Morton Ambition: To tell what I know when I know it. and t know what I tell when I tell it. Activities Banker '34. '35. ‘36. '37; Astraea '35. 36, Press Com. '36; Phillips Night ‘35; S. R. Sec. '34; G. L. C. '36. Margaret Julia Mozliv Ambition: To live u[ to what is expeeted nf me. Activities: S. R. Pres. '34, Council Member '34. V-Pres.. '35. Council Member '35. Jane Murdoch Ambition: To hr or not to hr. Activities: Gen. Org. Chairman of Law ami Order Com. •38: Pierian '35. '36. '37. '3S, V-Prcs. ’38. Executive Com. '37. Social Com. '36, '37; $. R. V-Pres. ‘37: V-Pres. History Class '37; S. R. Sec. '35; Art Club '35, '36. Social Com. '36; Freshman Vodvil '35; Phillips Night Program Mary Frances Norton “Chicina Ambition: To art to thr lop amt stay thrrr. Activities: Personality Club '37. '38; Program Coin. ‘38; Dramatic Club ’36; Freshman Glee Club '35; Freshman Vodvil '35; Carmen” '35; S. R. Sec. '36; Phillips Night Program '35. James Davis Oliver. Jr. Jim Ambition: To mrrt life squarely and sueeessfully. Activities: Honor Society '37, '38, V-Pres. ’37; Editor-in-Chief of Mirror ’38; Debate Team, state championship ’38; Ushers Club ’36. ‘37. '38. Asso. Head Usher 38: Vaneev '35. '36. '37. '38. Sec. 38; Clubs Com. '37; Pres. S. R. '36. '37: Pres. Hist. Class '35. '36. 37; Ili-V '37. ’3S. Mary Elizabeth Page Beth' Ambition: To mrrt with Triumph and Disaster amt trrat thosr two imposters just the same. Activities: Clio ’35. '36. Cor. Sec. '37, V-PreS. ’38; Dramatic Club '36. '37, '38; Council Member '36, '37. Leonard Wood Pvroue B II’ Ambition: To attain suctrtt as a jrrat rmjinerr and build rr. Activities: Orchestra 35. '36, '37: Vanccy '37. '38: Phillips Night '35. '36. '37; Music Festival '36. Oscar Martin Parker Oscar Pepper Ambition: To rrtirr on full pay. Activities: Glee Club '35; Football, Basketball, Track. J. E. Pesnkll Ambition: To j o to eollrye. Activities: Future Farmers of America Club '34. '35. 36, 37. Ureas. '36, '37; Band '36. [44] The Mirror Lucii.k Piiaro Cillic” Ambition: To see the world from a cockpit. Activities: (Jirl Reserves '36, '37, '38, Treas. '37, '38. Catherine Phii.i trs ('attic Ambition :7'o enjoy life an,I live it rif ht. Activities: Pres. S. R. '37; Cl. L. C. 36, '37. Jenny Marie Pocopanni Jerry Ambition: To make tny life Inna dreams tome true. M ry Louise Pogue Pogie Ambition: To face life with a song. Activities: Cien. OrR. Publicity Com. '38; Clio 36. 37, 38, Parliamentarian 38; Banker '34. '35. '36; Dramatic Club '38; Phillips Night Program '36; Chairman Spcecn Class 38. Chari.es Posni.i t Buddy Ambition: To reach the peak of turrets by following in my own footsteps. Activities: Honor Society; I'shers '37, '38; dice Club '37. '38; Marshal '37. '38; Pen and Brush Club '37. Miij)KF.� Raymond “Millie Ray Ambition: To wear sometime site 4 shoes and a site 12 dress. Activities: Mirror Board '38; Writers Club ‘38; Dra tnatic Club '37. '38; Peace Club 37. 3S. Robrrt Rea Ambition: To make a million dollars easily and hr a sure ess in life. John Terrkli. Reese Bunnv Activities: Yancey 3$, '36. '37; Banker '37; Mirror Agent '36. '37; (Jen. Org. Athletic Com. '37; Speech Class Sec. 35 Pres. '36; Council Member '38; Dramatic Club '3S; Inter-Club Stunt 36. Mary Ann Rtcr. Activities: Glee Club Pres. '38; Promethean '35, 36, '37, J3S, Critic '35. Cor. Sec. 35, '36. V-Prc . '36. Preas. '37; (Jen. Org. Law and Order Com. 37; Carmen “Aida , Pinafore’'; Phillips Night Program 35. '36, 37; S. R. Pres. 34; (J. L. C. Treas. 37; Pep Squad. ViRCtL Preston Rice (Jrits” Ambition: To eat eh an electron. Activities: (Jen. Org. Athletic Com. 37. Law and Order Com. 3$; Sports Club 36. 37 ; Dramatic Club '38; S. R. V-Prcs. '34. '35, '37; Council Member '36; Phillips Night '34. m The Mirror .. B. Riddell “Z. b. Ambition: To live the life love. Virginia Ritchie Ambition: To have a date with a millionaire. Activities: Pierian '36, ’37, '38; Art Club '36, '37. John Herbert Rives Ambition: To travel from here to there and back. Activities: Mirror Board '38; Campaign Mgr. '38. John Rollins Jiggs Ambition: To be ambitious. Activities: V-Prcs. S. R. '35; Mirror Agent '36; Pres History Class '35: Phillips Night '37. Martha Elizabeth Rous tree “Lib Ambition: have to live with myself, and so, I want to be fit for myself to know. Activities: Pierian '36, '37. '38, Treas. '36, '37, Sec. '38; Art Club '35. '36. '37. V-Prcs. '37; Publication Committee ‘37; Council Member '35, '37. V-Pres. '37; Dramatic Club '37. '38. Plays '37. '38; Publication Chairman '38; R. O. T. C. Sponsor '35. '36. '37; Mirror Board '37. '38: Montcvallo 38; Marshal '35. '36, '37. '38; Auditorium '37; Honor Society '38. Harold Garner Rowley Ambition: To be ready, willing, and able. Activities: Ushers '37. '38; Hilliard '36. ‘37. Treas. ’35; Hist. Class Sec. ‘37. Henry Roy -Rowdy Ambition: Aever to jset up early enough to be shot at sunrise Activities: Ushers Club '37, ’38; ancev ’36, 37, 3S; Civics Class Pres. ’35. Josephine Sretain l’hine “Jo Ambition: To make the world better by having lived in it. Activities: Orchestra ’35. ’36, '37, '38; Aglaia 36, 37, 38. James Shikle “Shack Ambition: To be an electrician for a liffktling bug. William Mel ford Simpson Sucker” Ambition: To make sawdust out of the Hoard of Education. Activities: Gen. Org. Club's Com. '36, Law and Order Com. '57; Safetv Com. ‘38; Hilliard '35. '36. ‘37. '38. Cor. Sec. ‘35, Rcc.' Sec. '36. V-Prcs. ‘36. Pres. '37. 38; Hi- ‘36. ‘37. '38. Rcc. Sec. '36, V-Prcs. ‘37. Pres. ‘37. ‘3$; Ushers '37. '38; S. R. Banker '35, V-Pres. '36; Pres. History Class ‘38; Phillips Night Program '34. 36; Radio Program '38; Stunt Program '36. [46] The Mirror Eleanor Furminger Smith Tuggy Ambition: To be a second Riehard Halliburton. Activities: Prc� . Vocal Class '37; S. R. Banker 36; Glee Club '36. '37, 38; “Pinafore '37; Phillips Night Program '36; “Carmen'' and “Aida ; Personality Club '37, '38; Dramatic Club '35. '36. '37. '38; Mirror Typist '38. Hei.kk C3wr.Nnm.V5i Schwartz “Gvrendy Ambition: To travel an,I enjoy life. Activities: Dramatic Club '35, '36. Mildred Louise Speer “Sis Ambition: To be at my mother vault me lo hr with a few exceptions. Activities: A strata '35, '36. '37; History V-I’res. 35; S. R. Sec. '35. Banker '34, '36. Talmagi D. Stephens Jr. “Dixie Ambition: To be an officer ill the T. S. Army. Rub I.er Stanseli. Ambition: To be a success in all that I Jo. Activities: Veal alia 34. '35. '36; Personality Club '37. La Fay Sumner Ambition: To seek a goal that's up above— An upward path to trod; Hy hope and faith, by trust inn love, To reach the home of Cod. Activities: Astraea '37; Home Kc. Honor 37; Dramatic Club '34, '35; S. R. Pres. ‘36. '37; Banker '35, '36. Juanita Wyvosne Tate Ambition: To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Activities: Gen. Org. Publication Com. 37; Vestalio '36 ?37 '3S. Pres. ’37, Social Chairman '38; Mirror Board ’37, '38; Writers' Club '36 '37, V-Pres 37; Peace Club ’37, '38; Marshal '35, '36. 38; Pres. S. R. 38, Sec. 37; “Carmen '36; Phillips Night '36. 37; odvil 36, ’37; Girls Oratorical '36, Dramatic C lub 34, 37, 3s; G. L. C. '37. 38. John Edwin Taylor “Buddy Ambition: To be the hottest piano player in the country. Activities: S. R. Treas. '35; Mirror Agent '37; A. E. A Orchestra '37; History Class Pres. '37. Margaret Elizabeth Thomas Ambition: To accomplish, always, the greatest things of life. Activities: Aglaia 35; Banker ’37. Carrie Marie Thomasiso Ambition: To have and to hold the best opportunities that life offers. Activities: Personality Club 37; Bankei 36. [47] The Mirror Pauline Thompson ••Polly” Ambition: To be the greatest doctor of 1958. Activities: Photography Club Sec. ’38. Katherine Vernelle Toon “Katrinka Ambition: To take my name past my own front door mat. Elinor Jam Turner Ambition: To speak fitly or be silent wisely. Activities: Personality Club '37. 3S, Sec. ’38; S. K. Pres. '38. Sec. '37, V-Pres. '37. Banker ’37 3S; Clio '35, ’36; History Class Sec. '36. '38: Mirror Typist '38; Council Member '35; Phillips Night Program ’36. Marguerite Elizabeth Turku m “Maggie Ambition: To live an abundant life. Activities: Gen. Org. Scholarship Com. '38, Clubs Com. ’37; Clio '35. '36, '37. ’38. Pres. '38. V-Prcs. ’37. Sec. 36; Treble Clef Club ’37. ’3S. Pres. ’3S; Vocal Class Pres. '36, ’37; Appreciation Class Pres. '36, '37. V-Prcs. ’37; liar mom Class Pres. 38; S. R. Banker 35, ’36. ’38; Senior Play '38; Carmen 3o; Vodvil 35. ’36. '37. 38; All State Musical Festival '37; May Day Festival ’37. Wesley Waldman Ambition: To live to be a hundred. Mary Alice Walker Ambition: To live happily ever after . Activities: Honor Society, '37; Gen. Org. Scholarship Com. ’37; K. O. T. C. Sponsor '36. 37; Council V-Prcs. 3S. Flection Committee '38; Banker '35. '36, ’37: Pre� History Class ’35, V-Prc . '36: Writers Club ’37; Pierian; Marshal '36. ’37. ’38. Mary Greene Wali.ncb Ambition: To enjoy life Activities: Promethean ’34. '35; G. L. C. '35. '36. '37. '38; R. O. T. C .Sponsor '38; S. R. Sec. '34. '3$. Hilda Louis Weaver Ambition: To be an archaeologist. Activities: S. R Sec. '38; Sec. History Class'38; Mnrtnos-yncan ’36; Banker '37. Morris Weaver Ambition: To he misunderstood. Activities: Hilliard '38; Football Band ‘35, '36. '37. ’30; Radio Broadcast '37. Rose Weaver Red Ambition: “To live in a house by the side of the mad and be a friend to man. Activities: Mnemosynean '35. '36. '37. Trca . '37; G. L. C '35, 36, '37; Treble Clef Club ’37, '38; Dramatic Club '34 '37, 38 ; Marshal '57; Carmen” ’36; Senior Play '38; A. E. A. Hostess ’3t� ; Phillips Night '3$, '36, '37. im T hr Mirror Doris Wchuxt Dot ' .Ambition: No to fain, but « hr a turtcss. Activities: Orchestra '34, ‘35, 36, '37; Orchestra V-Pres. 37; Phillips N.ght 35. ’36, '37; Clio 37. 31; Mirror Hoard '3S; History Class V-Pres. '35. Sec. 35, I'rcas. '37. Gayi.a Christine White Ambition: To be a good English teacher. Activities: Girl Reserves Membership Chairman '36, Scrapbook Chairman '38; S. R. Banker ‘36; Glee Club ’37, ’38; Honor Society ‘38. Harvey O’Niai White Snake Ambition: To make one more campaign speech, Activities: Council Pres. ’35; Dramatic Club I'reas. ‘37. V-Pres. ’36. Pres. 36; S. R. Pres ’34, ‘35; Chairman Publicity Com. ’3t ; Yancey Critic ‘35. I'reas. '36. Pres. '37: Hl-Y ‘35. '36. ’37, '38; Ushers '38; Debating l earn 3S; Phill'ps Night Program '36; Senior Play '37. '38; Law and Order Com. '36; Speech Class Pres. '34. 35. '36. '57, Marshal '34. '35 '36; Campaign Speaker '35. '36. '37, '3S. Mary Jean White horn Jeannie Hug' Ambition: To find the rat pc lor Baked Salmon. Activities: Pres. S. K. '36; Banker ‘37; Dramatic Club '35. '36, '37; Phillips Night Program '37; Pierian '35. '36. 37; Glee Club '37. '38; Music Festival '38; Sec. History Class '34. '35. John Whitisc 'N eed Ambition: To live Iona and fno well. Activities: Hilliard 34. '35. 36. '37. '3S; Stamp Club '36. '37, '38. Cor. Sec. '36. I'reas. 37; Third Member Standing Com. '37; Writers Club 37. '38; Senior Election Com. 7; Band '34. 35. '36. Maio Elizabeth Whitley Wild Bill Ambition: To be on the go so much, that I will not have time to stop and think about where I am going next. Activities: S. R. V-Pres. '35, 36; G. L. C‘. '36. 37, 38 ; Damrosch Club Cor. Sec. '36; Personality Club 37, 38. James Fr nk Williams, Jr. Ambition: To. circle the race track in an automobile. Activities: S. R. Pres. '34, V-Pres. '34. '36. Banker 35; Phillips Night Program '36. '37. Cyxthia Carolowyn Wii.-on Ambition: To be a good secretary. Activities: State High School Champion Typist 38: Personality C'lub 37. '38; Mirror Typist 3S; Honor Sr cicty. Winton' Gus$ Wilson Ambition: To have a greater adventure than Mr. Got hrnour. Activities: Gen. Org. Publications Com. '37; Dramatic Club '35; Ushers '37. '38; Hi-Y 37, '38: Yancey '36. '37; Phillips Rifle- '37; S. R. Pres. '34. Mirror Agent 34. 35, Council Member '37; Campaign Speaker '37. 38 ; R. . r. C. Individual Competition '35, '36, Sergt. '35 '36, Captain '37. Virginia Woodall Ambition: To find that for which I am best fitted and appointed by nature and circumstances. Activities: Pen and Brush Club. -Pres- 37, 38; S. R. Sec. '37. V-Pres. '36. [49] T II K M 1 R R O R Wii.mam E. Yarbrough •‘Bill Ambition: To writ? a physics hook. VVh.ma Faye Yates “Bill ' Ambition: To hr a hit success in a hit way. or a hip one tn a small way. Activities: S. R. Banker '37, '38: Vcslslia '36, '37, ’38. Evelyns Yiemuxo “Elavyn Ambition: 7 « settle in the affirmative the t urstion “To he or not to he. Activities: Council Member ‘37; Harmony Class Pres. '38. Speech Choir '36; Dramatic Club '34. '35. '36; Sophomore Mirror Board '35. OTHER GRADUATES Dorris Al’en Foster Eugene McAvoy Andrew Eathon Amber son Cecil McQuaid Nesibc Bahakrl Louise Claire Mcister Ellard Thomas Bartlett Mary Elizabeth Mcnninger Jerome Kent Bowers Rebecca Miller Ralph Victor Bradbury Mary M unger Montgomery Lcnna Clara Brasher Elizabeth Norean Moore Chester Bratine John C. 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