Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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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]

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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 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]