Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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The MIRROR From Plebe to Admiral The admiral of the U. S. S. John Herbert Phillips has just put me in charge of u ntw and as yet unnamed machine. It. using the same principle as radar, can shoot an atomic energy impulse 10 or 20 years into the future. 1 think I’ll switch on the projector and turn some long range binoculars on the destiny of some of my fellow seamen. All I can see at the moment is gold braid: wait it's Harold Baker, an admiral, no less. I see he has Tommy Head swabbing the decks for him. Looking landward 1 see Ted Bryan, the Chief Aeronautical Engineer of North American Aircraft Corporation at Inglewood. California what a handle! Bill Lucas hasn't grown an inch; he’ll always l e a Petty Officer. I notice that Cora Moss Bell is well on her way to having her own complete football team. Billy Farrell is the most successful farmer in the country. Speaking of Latins, the sc no ri I as of South America must be getting a largo charge because Bob Blanton is down there discovering oil for Gulf, he says. Fan Bearden has become the second Joan Davis. The most exclusive dress shop in town is run by Barbara Dickson. Joyce Cobb is the secretary to the president of the Standard Oil Company of New Jersey. Charlie Doyle can still remember roaming the halls before school. Bill McMahon has just completed the plans for a building taller than the Empire State Building. Eiizal eth Plocger is in Paris, no less, and almost a countess. Barbara FopweQ is the interior decorator for the houses that Elizabeth Anne Michaels designs—neat combination. Mr. Allen certainly leaves his mark I see Tommy Johnson still trying to figure out that trig. I see a circle of boys at the moment! Ah. yes. that is Anne Coker in their midst. One of the greatest improvements of the future is Bill Lee’s radio station specializing in painless commercials. Although Sigmund Beer is still a woman haler, Sam Boykin continues to keep up the old tradition of a girl in every port. The idol of the day has changed from Eisenhower to Aycrsenhower. Billy Buck and Tommy Sisson are eminent surgeons, which certainly conforms with their past experiences. I see Kemp Tunkle taking pictures of beautiful models; he’s happy.

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The MIRROR 29 bools Dorothy Comfort. Solly Allen, and Terry Thibodeau with their best wishes and good luck at meeting Mirror deadlines. Photographers' Mates Joe Hughes, Jimmy Wilson, and Amos Smith groan slightly and relinquish their hard-earned shares in the camp's new darkroom to apprentice seamen Leo Creest. Buddy McIntosh, and Tommy Patton. Seaman 1 c Jimmy Bellows leaves the Captain's quarters spic and span for boot Oliver Thomas to take over. Coxswains Bob Blanton and Tommy Mead will their curls and waves to any of those crew-cut boots with an abundance of spare time and a friend at the beauty shop. Seamen Elizabeth Ann Michaels. Wade Norton, and Jimmy Nelson leave Law where they never found it. Grand Admiral of the Fleet. Adviser to the President, and Chief Deck-Swab Tommy Ayers ( Colonel Nose ) leaves the Phillips to Don Mayhall’s command to go to West Point for a private's commission. Petty Officers 2 c Dean DeRamus and Sara Simmons turn over the production of the camp’s shows to boots Thelma Ann Vaughan and Betty Ross Armstrong. Seaman Charles Ethridge bestows his mess-line manners and mess-time girl friends upon a s Buddy Walker. Calling from the crow's nest, lookouts Bettye Magnuson and Charles Fulghnm will their vocal cords to him who needs them most, namely boot Wallace Chappell. Seaman Betty Mathews slips her collection of locker pin-ups into boot Jean Bowen’s hammock. Cook 2 c Doris Whitley hides her foods notes in a s Virginia Richards’ cake (baked by Whitley). Wave Mary Waldrop exhilirates those overburdened boots, among whom are Bill Banner. Glen Jackson, and Rod Hughes, with her lilting lines of lyricism. be it for better or worse. The boatswain's whistle tells us it's time to lift anchor and shove off. So long. Phillips mates. See you again. - TED BRYAN. Adjustment As ships sail on vast, deep seas That rage and fuss seeming never to cease Then silencing in peace and content. So our lives are spent Sailing along in high, angry fear Then finding ourselves in quiet atmosphere. Revealing The grey smoke, from the ship near by Silhouettes against the hazy sky. The haze will lift away To reveal a bright and shining day. — Mary Waldrop

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The MIRROR 31 Jane Wilson and Marydean Westbrook play for the same orchestra for which Bet tye Magnuson sings. The theater world has replaced Tallulah Bankhead with Mary Waldrop as its star. Dudley Pearson is Hollywood's favorite paid escort. Charlie Etheridge, David Blalock, and Clyde Magnuson are still reminiscing about Miss Benson’s room. Amos Smith, who has lost all his timidity, is running a charm school—line forms on the right, girls. Charlie Fulgham has a now car which all the girls are glad to hear. Here’s some good news. Gene DoRieux changed his name to Smith so we all can pronounce it. Jack Dorsky is playing football for the Green Bay Packers while Jimmy Nelson sticks to baseball. Some of us who deserted the dear ole Navy for—ahem, shall we say other branches” are Col. Charles Wainwright. Maj. Weymon Snuggs and Maj. Emanuel Constantine. Doris Whitley is one of this country’s leading Home Economists. Betty Means is a research chemist, remember her chem. class? Martha Ann Ingram is giving concerts at all points on the compass. Two of the most noted contemporary artists arc Judy Parsons and Bill Goodman. Monroe Teague can do just as good a disappearing act with his wand as the atomic bomb with all its U235 can do. Sarah Laws is considered the greatest concert pianist of all time. 1 am becoming dizzy from such sights, and cannot clearly tell what is happening. I see many familiar faces but cannot tell what they are doing, though I am sure it is to the honor and glory of the beloved U. S. S. Phillips. - Harriet Bums. The Brook The brook wandered pleasantly through groves of autumn trees That stood bare-limbed imbedded in a deep crisp rug of leaves. Then quickly changed its course to pasture spaces wide And gave a cool freshness to the last of summer's grasses. It bathed the cattle wading in its shallow rocky pool. It flowed beside a highway filled with purring cars and traffic. And saw humanity traverse its common ways like magic. It ran past houses broken with their many years. And shared their wisdom many generations old: The brook flows on and on and joins with other rills That will form the river which flows out to sea. But the brook brought with it all its young vitality. It adds its zestful strength to make the mighty oceans sound and foam. If it were not for the brooks, where would the ocean be? If there were no ocean to receive the overflow. How could the brook wander pleasantly through groves of autumn trees? When I stand by the ocean, and see its splendor, might, and mystery', I think of all the little brooks that join to make the miracle— I think of all the needs of man that brooks are mindful of. —MARY WALDROP.