Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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NATURE TWO ASPECTS While driving through the woods yesterday, we saw a fat grey squirrel dashing over brown crisp leaves. Then a molly cottontail hopped past and birds flitted from tree to tree as a pollen-laden golden rod danced to and fro. Everything seemed happy as we stopped to listen for the call of Nature inviting u to share the joy of living. Eater we decided to take a hike through the woods and do a little exploring. Wc walked for almost an hour picking nut , autumn leaves and flowers—and then found a little bird with a broken wing. Things no longer seemed happy. To add to our discomfort, a lizard shot across our path, a rattlesnake slipped close to us, while nearby some warlike ants mustered their armies. Then from afar wc heard a roaring cataract, and coming nearer, a cruel wind whistled through swaying trees. Nature now seemed unfriendly, but somehow more human; for in life the good and the ill arc often close together. So wc were thinking when the sky began to turn black with heavy thunder clouds. Before wc could get to our car, it started to rain. Wc ran for shelter to a big projecting rock, where we stayed for almost an hour, listening to the dismal beat of heavy drops on our crude shelter. Slowly the tain ceased, and from our point of observation, we could see trees clearer and brighter because of their shower hath. Later came sunset in which all colors beamed as if aflame with fire. When night began to fall and wc started home, we gave thanks that wc had ryes and ears and an inner sense to make us appreciate Nature—sometimes beautiful, sometimes stern. —Hilly Lindsley POPPIES Large fields of poppies growing, In the wind—gently blowing, While the sun’s glancing beam On the poppies, makes them gleam— Field of beauty! —Yriolet Svmonds mi

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The Mirror THE DREAMER I thought that the dog would he old as the house, And the house as old as the sea And the people in the house as old as eternity. They are content in that quiet cove Sheltered and harbored, 1 can see. But I'd find my peace beyond this place Close to the roar of the waves. Perhaps when 1 have grown old and tired, 1 shall like a place to rest. An alcove like rheirs where the tide doesn’t change. And life is one even ebb and flow. And maybe m dog will be as old as the house. And the house as old as the sea And I in my house as old as eternity. —Virginia Bridgewater A MOTHER ON SI NDAV MORNING I give a final, extra press To all six ruffles on your dress; Vainly I hunt for pink silk socks Which you’ve cut up for goldilocks. 1 try to curl your hair, while you Keep hopping like a kangaroo; Then strive to tie a ribbon bow You won’t lose for an hour or so. 1 cope with jam, which always jumps Straight for your new y cleaned white pumps. And drop your purse in the goldfish pool With all of your pennies for Sunday School. Sometimes, my darling pride and joy. I almo.t wish you were a boy! •••Eva Lee Frederick 110]

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T he Mirror REQUIEM TO EVENING Soft, like filmy silk, Darkness enfolds the world. After pale twilight Comes evening star— Silver and pearl. Noises softened by night Make a symphony deep and low. Singing a requiem To departed day, In measures sad and slow. —Freida McCarter INSPIRATION OF MORN Lights glimmering in the dusk, Half-hidden by fleeing mists Flicker—then die. A pale streak of rosy light Shows Morn is nigh. People here and there Busily go their way, Hurrying—ever. Spurred To new endeavor. —Freida McCarter [12]