Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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'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

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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

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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]