Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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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]

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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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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]