Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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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]

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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]

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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