Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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22 T 1! K M I H R O R Celestial Navigation As our giant bomber swiftly wings its way through the darkened sky. our navigator expertly shoots his stars and records our position. Gazing up through the dome turret between twin ,59’s, he focuses the sextant on Jupiter (Mr. Stough). Up ahead the pdot sights across the guide stars of Ursa Major (Mr. Mayer) towards Ursa Minor (Mr. Keller). Just to the right and high above gleams Leo Minor (Miss Chambliss); hard on the port quarter lies Virgo (Miss Senn). Far ahead the navigator prepares to shoot Aquarius (Miss Bush); nearby gleaming through the shreds of Cyrus above are Pegasus (Mr. Gerald), and Pisces, the fisherman (Coach Dawson). One waist gunner sweeps the starboard horizon: behind him are Lyncis (Miss Lynch) and Leo Minor (Miss Chambliss); before is Triangulum (Mr. Allen). On the larboard the eye sweeps from Lyra (Miss Dryer) and Sagittarius, the archer (Miss Dewberry) past Hercules • Coach Walker) to Mercury (Miss Penruddocke) and Virgo (Miss Senn). In the dim distance ahead beacons Mars (Captain Starkey), the call to arms and country. Behind is High School; ahead, the future- college or armed services. Set your course by a star. P. H. S. calling Flight Forty-four. P. H. S. calling Flight Forty-four. Come in. I-light Forty-four calling P. H. S. Ship running hunky-dory. Everything going fine. Detail on passenger list as follows: Kenneth Crumpton and W. L. Coker are dueting on Sunrise Serenade , but then, graduation should inspire us to higher levels. Odessa Flowers and Ruby Pennington are absorbed in watching the Pilot and the Navigator. Aviation is very significant in this day. particularly at this time. Jack Gore is deep in thoughts ot Virginia, while Doris Hayne is regretting having to leave Charles Flurry in the midst of the maleless females of Phillips. Betty Hawkins is shedding crocodile tears because she must now leave her position as co-editor-in-chief of the Mirror. Sidney Pilgreen (Mrs. James Mosely) is looking forward to joining her merchant marine husband. Polly Brown is dreaming. Over some flame as usual. Mary Jo DeRoncey is tossing her books out of the window. Another way of kissing her troubles good-bye. WALTON GARRETT. Navigator. Bombs

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T ii i«: M i r r o r 21 )Light -C-oy “Freedom” Spiralling into the blue of eternity Dragging a handful of stars from the sky And throwing them into the wind again Tell me then Do you enjoy your brave flights on high? Laughing madly with freedom's delight Drunk with the wine of cold air in your face Alone always flying into sunsets aglow Swoop down below And let us go with you away into space. Dodging the mountain tops etched on the moon Challenging flanus dancing up from the sun Soaring with angels, propelled by God's breath No fear of death May democracy’s battle for freedom be won. Holding within you the hope of man's future Fanning the liberty torch into flame Gathering around you the reviled and refused Standing accused God shall defend you. your acquittal be fame. Growing, expanding, you climb to the stars Assembling great power in armies and fleets But beware, for the danger of pride lies ahead Ask the dead They have said. Tis the strong who retreats” Dipping into the abyss of humanity Filling each life with a trust to perform Grasping each hand with the strength of protection Reach for perfection Deep in the space of man's thoughts, true and warm. Wheeling full lonely above a dark cliff Grim as an omen in sunset's last glow Threatening the cowards, the masters, the slavery Fierce in its bravery The eagle of justice is coming in low. But dawn of tomorrow will herald our victory Oppressed of all nations will stir and arise And shining in glorious, merciful truth Hope of our Youth The banner of freedom will float in the skies. —Mary Nell Rowe.

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T II E M I R R ) R 23 Others occupied in similar work are: Fred Gamer. Betty Lou Bagby, Jennie Styles. Mildred Axledgc, Virginia Plaia. and Mary Tinsley who is. incidentally, praying fervently. Trying on a pair of high heeled spikes (for obvious reasons) is none other than Phyllis Diamantakos. Sue Pate has brought along a portable record-player to keep her morale up. Hugh Morrow and Virginia Farr are two of oui human morale builders. Kathryn Locascio is getting ready to bail out somewhere over Woodlawn. Buddy Lovell is engaged in a fast and furious game of tic tac toe with Billy Freeman. Mary Nell Rowe is soaking up poetic inspiration from the heavenly landscape as a background for Jim Bruce Smith’s profile. Walton Garrett is threatening the equilibrium of the plane by jitterbuggin’ to the enchanting strains of Pistol Packing Mama emitted from Joe Boyd's clarinet. Billy Dailey and Jimmy Ault supply the rest of the havoc. Alleen and Kathleen Perkins are deliberately confusing Harold Walker and Cecil Smith who Just can’t make them out.” Betty Mae Griffin and Betty Bass are going around asking how it feels to be in love. Ignorance is bliss. (It says here.) Doris Newsome. Lynn Finch are comparing interesting letters, while Jane Harding hums herself straight into dream-land. Alto Townsend and Harold Stallings are having a detailed discussion about politics. Mary E. Byars and Betty Sue Smith are having a detailed discussion also, but not about politics. While Bill Barton decorates the walls of the plane with Willie Willy . Ann Anderson is decorating Donna Mullican with the aid of cosmetics. Camille Pharo is ad libbing on a story being told by Lottie Cagle. Scott Ripley is blushing furiously. Just the mention of Jerry Coleman's name does that. • Trying desperately to keep Jimmie Ogle from exhausting the food supply is Mary Elizabeth Johnson, the stewardess. Mary Jo Orr. Betty Williams and Dorothy Agerton are reminiscing over their high school days, now in the dim past. Arthur Rice has his eyes Dawn-ward cast, and I do mean Dawn Shirah. Arthur also hates to leave his good ole sports page that took up so much of his time and constituted most of his joy—in fact, it makes him air sick to think of it. So the report goes. Our seniors are leaving to make room for the next flight that can also say Mission accomplished. Victory complete. NORA IPPOLITO.