Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

Text from Pages 1 - 148 of the 1912 volume:

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Patronize these advertisers and ccnf:r favor on “The Mirror.1 Table of Contents Frontispiece—Dedication ____________________________________ 8 Editorials __________________________________________________ 9 Following a Phantom—Robert Goodall____________________________11 Pathos of Burns' Life—Mittie Burge_________________________ 15 When All the World I Young —Irene Waldhorst________________ 16 Page One-Kightecn ___________________________________________it) Literary: The Last Leaf: Paraphrase—Marry White.................. 21 In the Woods Before Sunrise—Jesse Smith..................22 A Pipe Dream—Henry Elbert______________________________ 23 A Stowaway—Russell Moore______________________________________25 Poetry: Willow Trees—Irene Waldhorst_____________________________27 Ole Black Joe an' the Mule—Solomon Gardner_______________28 A Reverie—Vivian Slaton................................ 28 Will You Miss Me?—Lena Kellogg......................... 29 Ain’t Nothin' Gwinc Ter Hurt Ycr- Ruth Gregory........__ 30 The Smile—Orville Costott______________________________ 30 Novelettes: Green Persimmons—Menona Aliord---------------------------32 The Soldier—Emma Geldcrs........_____.................. 33 A Critical Moment -Florence Carson____________________ 35 Caused by a Pair of Socks—William Gardner.............. 36 Peggie Makes a Pie—Mabel Marler....................... 38 Aunt Chris's Story—Estelle Hayes________________________ 39 The Cahiu by the Wayside—Frances Williams________________41 Business Department __________________________________________43 Commercial Department ____________________________________ 45 The Teachers’ Tour—Mattie Hughes Kennedy......................47 Clubs _____________________________________________________ 19 Social_____________________________________________________ 59 Exchanges ____________________________________________________72 Just for Fun _________________________________________________75 Senior Department List of Officers.................................... 81 History—Tillie Alexander................................113 Statistics—Lewis Smith__________________________________115 Essay—Ca pi tola Moody ------------------------------ 119 Prophecy—Evaliua WilkcTson______________________________122 Poem Emma Gelders ........-......................... 125 President’s Address—Joseph Cook__.....................__127 A Parting Word of Cheer—Frances Williams_______________ 128 From Hearts Delight—Hortense Bisscll________________________ 124 Apologies to Spartacus___________________________________ 129 Mirror Reflections (Chart)............................... 130 Mini Hortense R. Thornton Defecation $8U brbicatr tfjis bolume to our lliee|3rmeipnl anb belobeb teacher. $ortense J . Cbornton. as an expression of tfje respect anb esteem tue bear her. aitb an appreciation of ber abibing bebo-non, tobicb toil! fber be remembrreb bp tlje fflirror. PRICE 15 CENTS I� PRI.l«HKl� l� V THE STI’PUNTS OF Til K II I K M I N O II A M IIIOII SCHOOL Til] eg IVIIKKOK HOARD OF EDITORS FRANCES WILLIAMS Itl'SINESS I EPARTMENT ORVILLE M POSTON JOSEPH PARSON EDITORS-IN-CHIEF FRANCES WILLIAMS HARRY WHITE FICTION JESSE JOHNSTON JOE COOK EMMA HELPERS ORLINE BARNETT LITERARV CURTIS HARPER RUBY HEATON ALICE JONES POETRY IRENE WALDHORST VIVIAN SLATON CLUBS EDNA ALLISON SOCIAL JEANNE ADLER ATHLETICS LOWNDES MORTON JOKES AM) EXCHANGES john McDonough ASST. BUS. MORS. MARK A. MY ATT KRLE STAPLETON HARRY J. WHITE. PARTOONISTS LEWIS SMITH LUTHER O’BARR EDITORIALS Dh. hail to the crimson and white! Three cheers for the Mirror bright! Long may it live and e’er may it bless Loyal sons of the B. 11. S. 'Hie Mirror feels very proud of its success this year and very grateful to the students for the loyal spirit they have shown towards it. The little chats with its readers have been very delightfully spent. It is hard to think of going a whole vacation without having the opportunity of gossiping with the High School pupils. The students must do everything they can to keep Mirror enthusiasm alive during the summer. Then next fall when the Mirror is resumed, a cordial, encouraging welcome will greet its appear-mice. Remember the race for a brilliant success is not over yet. lust another lap is ended. Tile Mirror is ahead. How exciting it is! And just to think, it depends on you and you alone, students of the 1 . II. S.. to lead her on to victory. Ever since the Mirror was first published in the High School, it has moulded the interests of the school. Its standard has always been high. It lias brought a message of sunshine on wintry days. It has been a source of recreation on days of hard study. It lias been a stimulus to literary pursuit, a spur to ambition, a call to loyal spirit and co-operation. High School students, always he loval to the Mirror. The May Day meet held May ninth in Athletic Park across from the school, was probably the most successful of the social events planned by Mr. Brown. The girls dressed in white middies dancing on the grass presented a beautiful picture, one not soon to he forgotten by any one who witnessed it. The music added to the festive air of the day and inspired all with an enthusiasm for the drills ami marches. The May Day meet was one of a series of entertainments for creating a spirit of co-operation and friendship among the students. The first social affair was the reception of the Seniors to the Junior High School. The second was the musicale given by the F.uterpean. Glee Club and orchestra to Mr. Charles C. Washburn. The third was an exhibit and reception tendered by the members of the Manual Training classes to their parents and friends. At these entertainments the pupils gain an opportunity to become better acquainted with each other and to display their talents along various lines. Hence not only a spirit of co-operation and loyalty t � the school is fostered, but the pupils are inspired with a pride and ambition to do their best. The High School was fortunate this spring in having Mr. Edward Howard Griggs, the distinguished lecturer and Shakespearean interpreter, again. Mr. Griggs lectured on Tennyson in the afternoon, ami on Shakespeare in the evenings, it was noted with interest that more of the High School students attended the lectures this season than ever before. Such a course is greatly beneficial to the student. The Mirror is glad to hear that Mr. Griggs will be back next year and we hope that even a larger majority of the students will be fortunate enough to hear him. We wish to express our appreciation of the help that the Commercial Department has rendered this year. They have been very kind in doing much work for us and we hope that in return we have been a help to them. The graduates of the Commercial Department are thoroughly competent t hold most important and responsible jn sitions and this in itself insures its rapid growth. God speed you forth to Life’s clear call. With hearts of strength ami hope and fears; Grant you peace through all the years. And keep you safe: God speed you all. In the graduating class are many good friends of the .Mirror. Several of our hoard will leave us and it is with regret that we say good-by. Next year will at first seem quite lonesome for there are so many who will not be with us again. The seniors start out with great ambitions and high aspirations, and the Mirror wishes that all may he fulfilled. The future is bright and holds much in store. We are proud of our schoolmates who go forward to make their names in the world and we wish them God speed. The Mirror has the greatest joy to wish the High School students during their vacation days. Will it not be refreshing to know that there are no lessons t« study and one can roam out in the fields and woods just to have a good time? Every pupil in the High School has visions of how lie wi'l sT cnd the long-awaited vacation. The bovs have been dreaming of baseball bats, fishing hooks and swimming pools. The girls have been dreaming cf the summer on the beach, the tour of the Rockies or a sojourn at the springs. Maybe there are other more quiet natures who are anticipating many pleasant hours spent with books ami magazines. Whether at home, in the citv. or in the country, each one expects to fill even moment with pleasure. Most of the High School pupils have studied hard during the past semester and deserve rest. Every one should snatch a brief space from work to run away and talk heart to heart with Mother Xaturo. to FOLLOWING A PHANTOM There have been many strange incidents in my life, but there has certainly been none more puzzling or mysterious than the finding of a short story which I discovered sealed in a gourd floating in the Indian Ocean. 1 his is what 1 found. 1 give it to you without the slightest change and with no comments, that you may determine all for yourself. “You do not believe in ghosts and phantoms. You scoff at the idea. I would to Heaven I could! Had you seen what I have seen, known what I have known, and done what I have done, you would not be- so skeptical. I would tell you about it. but you would not believe it. I do not blame you. I-ive years ago 1 would have scoffed, too. I was a man then—1 am a wreck now. Since it has left me. I will tell you about it anyway—tell it that you may scoff and laugh. ' hive years ago, I was a man. a strong, vigorous man. I was deeply in love with Mary. c were together on board a friend’s yacht in the Southern Pacific. The yacht had been driven far from the course by a strong gale and we had no idea of her location. Being short of water we were compelled to drop anchor off a strange island and send the longboat ashore in search of water. All the passengers except Mary and me had gone ashore with the boat. She and I went out on the bow and watched the scene. Neither of us were in the best of humor and she soon took occasion to question some statement which I made. I resented this and we both worked ourselves into a passionate rage. She told me she would not remain. and requested me to order the captain to lower the cutter for her. In a rage. I told her I would, and with pleasure. At first the captain refused but at last consented. Marv entered the boat and was quickly rowed away and out of sight behind an arm of the land. She had hardly disappeared when the other boat returned. I thought she would come back and not caring to inform the others of the occurrence, I went below. When I came again on deck the cutter had returned and was rapidly being raised to the davits. Seeing the boat was empty and supposing Mary with the crew must have already mounted to the deck. I strolled aimlessly to the how and was soon lost in meditation. The sun was setting in the west and looked like a huge ball of gold shining through the palm trees. A sailor sauntered up. and. touching his cap. said. ‘She told me to tell you that she could care for herself. She wouldn't come back with us. I jumped in astonishment. She was still on that island? Well, it would be a good lesson for her. As soon as it was dark. I would have thaj captain send a boat for her. As the boat was raised to the davits, the sun sank, blown out as it were bv the sudden gust of wind which greeted its departure. The captain came from his cabin, stopped at the barometer, glanced at it. looked sharply at it. and with a tremendous oath jumped for the standard barometer. In an instant he was back. ‘Pipe all hands on deck!’ he yelled with an oath, ‘and he double quick about it too.’ (dancing at me. he veiled. ‘It’s going to blow and blow like hell!’ Turning he ordered the boats lashed and the sails double reefed. I was entranced. The skv had changed trcni a dull copper to a saffron color and then turned a dark purple. The air began to i change. The slight gust I had felt had already died away, and the sea was as smooth as glass except for the long, sulky roll, occasionally cut by the dorsal fin of some cruising shark. A lone gull circled the ship and uttered a cry. as though to tell us of impending danger. I he trees on the island began to rock without any apparent cause, and we could hear a noise like the groan of some gigantic creature. The sailors, having finished their work, were either swearing, drinking, or praying. The sky had been changing rapidly. Now it was black and was full of small clouds. Then all was silence. long, white line of foam formed on the sea and came racing towards us. 1 he storm was about to break. “With a crash the squall was on us. The yacht lurched over until her lee bulwarks were under water. Down, down she was forced until it seemed she would never right herself. With a crash her hawser parted. 1 he ship righted herself with a spring that threw everyone to the floor, and was off before the wind. On. on. into the gathering gloom she rushed, crashing through the great waves with awful force. Now rising, now falling, crashing, bucking and plunging she went, kaeh minute we wondered how near her next plunge would take us to our fate. “It was then I thought of her. With overwhelming horror. I realized that Man was on the island. What must she think, deserted there. 1 he thcvglht tunned jne. With a wild shriek. I rushed on deck, only to he hurled hack, half-drowned and sorely bruised. Again I tried and succeeded in reaching the bridge. There, 1 shouted my story in the captains ear. He looked at me in horror, but perceiving my wild attitude, he turned away, thinking 1 had lost my mind. Then in a .sudden lull we heard the waves beating on the rocks. The captain listened attentively and ordered the engines reversed, but it was no use. I he propeller was powerless in the awful tempest. The captain and 1 peered ahead. 1 he darkness seemed to he clearing and a sullen glow appeared ahead of us. “The glow brightened. It took shape. It was my Mary. I hid my face in terror, but she only smiled and beckoned me on. 'I he pilot steered in her course. Huge rocks and reefs rose all around us. but we passed safely through, still following her. All that night she guided us. Her face still wore that serenely cold smile. 1 stood on the bridge entranced. As the day broke the storm ceased and with a farewell nod. she. my Mary, melted away. I sank to the floor of the bridge exhausted. s I roused myself. 1 saw the captain descending to the deck. A cold terror and a hatred for all mankind seized my heart. 1 could not face the passengers, but must flee. I crept aft and grasping a life preserver slipped overboard. I watched the vessel receding in the distance and hid my face in shame. Looking up again I saw no ship—the yacht had disappeared. Wondering how she had gone so quickly, 1 turned my attention to my life preserver. “I got inside the buoy and securely fastened mvself. Overcome with anxiety and sorrow. I soon lost consciousness. 1 do not remember anything more until I awoke in the doctor’s cabin of the S. S. Marmora. No one was present, so I had plenty of time to collect my senses. 1 must tell them I fell overboard. I mused. But what about the life buoy? Some one tossed it overboard. I must say that the ship came hack but I was so weak, the tide so strong, and the night so dark that she could not find me. although I saw her very plainly. So I made tip my storv and it was received with great interest bv the officers and passengers. The officers agreed to take me to Alexandria where I could obtain more money, and try to forget the past. The boat reached Aden, but I did not prepare to go ashore for I knew Aden well. I was sitting on deck, musing on what had happened to my 12 friends, especially Mary. It was a peculiar thing but her fate did not worry me. I had almost forgotten her. and would have already done so. but for tlu lingering thought of her phantom-like appearance on the night of the storm. I knew she would come again but it only interested me. I did not fear her. either dead or alive. I glanced out at the port where all was bright and animated. Then that light, which I knew must precede Mary's coming, began to appear. Slowly Mary came from the dull light and stood forth in strong relief. She beckoned me to follow. I followed her across the deck, but she pointed to the shore. I hesitated. Site urged me on. 1 turned and fled to the shelter of the saloon, but she came to me and begged with such piteous eyes that my will was broken. I told the captain I had changed my mind and would go ashore. “That was only the beginning. She has never let me rest since that time. I have followed her for more than five years. That night at Aden, I discovered that the yacht sent out only one C. Q. I), and was never heard from again. She must have sunk1 the day I left her. I returned to the Pacific, still led on l� v that ghost-like vision of Mary, and for two years searched for the unknown island. I found many strange things, hut never a trace of Mary. I rescued one man. who claimed to have been alone on an island for twelve years. Xo ship had come for him. Would any come for Mary? Still I kept searching but in vain. I wandered over the whole world in answer to her beckon, but I could find no trace of her or of the ill-fated yacht. I circled the globe and came back to Aden. That night I walked along the wharf. The Regina of the P. ( . was in harbor. Mary came to me and called on me to board the ship. I was accustomed to do as my phantom told me. so I hoarded her. We left the harbor in great spirits, but the captain told me in private, that he thought he and his ship had left harbor for the last time. I can not tell you what happened, but there was a storm. 'The captain let me come on the bridge. Mary came to us agaim Her face had changed now. Instead of that cold smile, there was a frown. Her face had a triumphant look that frightened me. She spoke and seemed to tell me tint 1 had seen her for tlu last time. 1 understood. My life of misery and failure was about to cud. I smiled lightly for 1 had no fear, and if it did come—well, would you blame me? I returned to the saloon. The passengers were making merry in spite of the elements. I stood on a table—I know not why and I told them that we had loosed our cables and were drifting home, that they had their tickets for eternity. They thought me insane—but they soon knew the truth. Even as I spoke, there came a crash and an awful grinding, grating noise. The ship staggered, broke ami settled. I knew she was doomed. I rushed on deck and, leaping overboard, managed to reach shore. I crawled up the beach and dropped in exhaustion. When I recovered tlu sun wa dropping in the west. 1 staggered to mv feet ami limped along tlu beach. There was something vaguely familiar about the outline of tlu coast. 1 thought of Mary. Then it rushed to my mind that this was tlu island where I left Mary. I hastened along the shore. Reaching the cove I stopped, for there lay a huge skeleton. I could not tell what the skeleton had been for I had never seen anything resembling it. Across from this skeleton was a smaller one. I crossed and examined it. It was Mary! I knew the ring on that finger only too well. 1 wish I could say that 1 swooned in horror. Hut I did not. There was no sudden rush of sorrow. I had lost mv last vestige of hit inanity. 1 was a beast. The only thought that entered my mind was of curiosity as to how she died. How did she happen to die alone with this huge skeleton? Perhaps she died of fright, perhaps of hunger. I do not n know ami must leave the mystery for someone else to solve. But I do know that my fate will he the same. 1 must die. but 1 do not regret it. Death will he a relief, a sweet sleep and rest from-this awful life of mine. 1 shall (lie with a smile and go to my God like a man. What 1 have sown that have 1 reaped. I’ll die like 1 have lived and no one can say that I did not die game. I'll say farewell to the world through this, my last expression and as we used to sav I'll cash my checks and go home to the only home I ever had.” That was all. —Robert Goodall, ’12. The Pathos of Burns’ Life I he must pathetic life is that of the man who, while conscious af a message for the world, is so hedged about by limitations and hindered by a morally weak constitution, that the struggle with these consumes the time and strength that should be used in performing his mission. Such was Burns life. Mis youth was spent in a continual struggle against poverty which left no time for the preparation so essential for any successful work. C ontrast Burns life of toil and penury, in the most prosaic age of literature, when his native language was a dialect, with Milton's long, leisurely years of study at college and at Horton, when English literature was at its height and Shakespeare’s influence warm with life. s for leisure, a term we have come to think of as synonymous with a poet's life, only the little time Burns could snatch from the long work hours of the plough boy were his. Records of Burns, sitting at the table absorbed in a book with his supper before him untouched, show how much keener was his hunger for knowledge than bodily hunger even after toil. J o the ill-starred Bums was given the power of making man’s life more venerable, but that if wisely guiding his own was not given.” W ithin the same breast where the poetic spirit chafed because of the undelivered message, and where there was a sympathy so universal as to include the inanimate. there lived moral weaknesses, cravings of the appetite, and indecision. beckoning to destruction. The deciding vote in the crisis • � f a weak mans life is often cast by environment. Had there been one strong friend, in the heroic sense of the term, to whom Burns might have unbosomed himself all might have been different with him and how the affectionate heart of Burns cried out for such a friend! But in the real struggle of life a man must tight his way alone and in darkness. The poetic spirit of Burns with its attendant virtues was arrayed against the desire for worldly enjoyment of a finer or coarser grain and indecision. the battleground of these being the big. weak, sympathetic heart °f Burns. Environment, those revels at ale houses, his only resort, quarrels with superior officers, were all antagonistic to the higher side of Burns’ nature and at war with it. yet Burns in desperation and indecision kept on trying to reconcile the two with the inevitable result of regret, misery and loss of enjoyment in either. Just then a glimpse of aristocratic life—a glimpse too short for the glamour to fade and the cleared vision to sec aright—dissatisfied and made him rebel against Fate. Never did he learn to adapt himself to surroundings, and in his fever of disappointment, an outcast from the society he delighted in. with a sense of failure to deliver his message and rebellion against Fate, he sought relief in forgetfulness, in induced sleep until at last he passed “into that still country where the heaviest laden wayfarer at length lays down his load.” —Mittic M. Burge. ’t2. 15 When all the World is Young 1 think,” said the Girl slowly, “that the only way to enjoy life is to do the things that explain just what you are.” “In that case, remarked the Practical Man, “you would do nothing but irresponsible, foolish things. “And you would read books on the subject of the ancient (.reeks, nothing more,” retorted she with spirit. The Practical Man was silent. Evidently he was considering some serious subject. The Girl clasped her hands about her knees and watched the pirouettmgs of -i gorgeous yellow butterfly through half-closed eyes. “1 wish 1 could knock down the wall of conventionality and wander about the world like a gypsy, and say and do what I like. Her voice roused the man. “You have already laid the laws of conventionality pretty low, he replied severely. “And as for wandering around the world like a gypsy, I sec little sense in that. You’d get dusty and hungry and ill. You should not talk so foolishly. For one of your age it is ridiculous _ The color mounted in the Girl’s cheeks and her eyes flashed angrily. “Though I’m not a baby, I’m young. I want an adventure! Do you hear? An adventure! When I’m old perhaps. I wont be 'ridiculous. Put at present I want to be. Anyway. I'll never get too old to feel young. 1 am not old. I won’t get old. and I want an adventure!” Her voice was rather temperish but the Practical Man was unmoved. “I believe. he said calmly, “that the best tiling one can do. is to read Put the (iirl was on her feet, protesting. “Don’t dare tell me to read one of those preachy old sermons with that if-you-are-a-good-child-the-worhl-will-be-good-to-yoti air. I shall scream. She stopped and looked down at the Practical Man with wistful eyes. Did you ever, ever do anything that you ought not to have done? she asked hopefully. slight fusli burned under the Practical Man’s brown skin. Yes. lie admitted. “I should never have c« nsented to act as your guardian. The (iirl shook her head hopelessly, took a few steps forward, then paused and looked over her shoulder. If. said she. “you had said something trulv reckless. I would have stayed and waited until you had finished reading. Put—. Now I am going off in search of an adventure, a happening spelled in capital letters. 1 hope.’ she added as a parting shot, that 1 shall meet up with a Knight. With a hallooing cry. she ran down the hill at al reckless pace. At the foot the Girl paused to gain her breath. “Now for the open road, cried she. An Adventure!” She picked a cluster of scarlet peace-pipes and tucked them over her ears, in the meshes of her dark hair. With fingers clumsy with excitement, she unknotted her crimson tie and wound it about her slender waist. “Now, I’m ready for the adventure.” The Girl walked through the woods, now on a half-worn path, now winding among the trees. She walked with a sense of waiting for something to happen; startled at each small woodsy sound, hoping the foolish. l6 little girl hope, that it would he a wild animal. The Spring was in her blood and the restless youth of her cried out for excitement. Gradually a slow murmur broke into the stillness of the woods and the Girl paused and listened. “A creek!” she cried, joyously and ran toward the sound. On the side of a splashy little brook, she stopped and laughed, a happy, contented laugh. “A creek with white pebbles in the bottom! She tilted her head toward a sedate old tree. “You needn't listen or look, for I may shock your sense of propriety, but—honest, I'm going in wading! Five minutes later, slippers swung over her arm, skirt held to the ankle, the Girl splashed joyously down the stream. Once when a blue-bird flew from a tree, she dropped her skirts and gave a clear high cry—just because she was glad to be alive. It was then that she saw the man. “Goodness! cried she, and flushed because she remembered her shoes. Then she looked at him again. “Why,” cried the Girl in breathless curiosity, •‘can you he the shadow self of a very practical man?” The man on the bank shook his head. “No,” lie said bitterly. “I'm just myself—a Bohemian gypsy. Don’t you think you'd better come upon land? Your skirl's getting wet.” The Girl’s dark eyes flashed defiantly. She made an odd picture standing there and her words made the man gasp. “Do you think I care,” she cried. “Well, I don’t. I’m tired of doing what I ought to do. I’m tired of following the code. I want to plav!” An understanding light came into the man’s eyes. “Why. we’re in the same boat. I came here because I. too. wanted to play. Me smiled whimsically. “Do you. by any chance, believe in fairies?” In a flash the Girl was on the hank beside him. “Of course. she cried happily. And pixies and gnomes and water-sprites. “And they sleep in the flowers and under the rocks and dance in the trees.” “(the Girl made an impulsive gesture, “you believe what I believe. “I think, said the man. “that we’d make excellent traveling companions.” O. are you in search of an Adventure, Bohemian gvps ? The Bohemian gvpsv nodded gravely, though his eyes twinkled. His face was a little old, except when he laughed. “You sec.” he explained obligingly. “I was here once before, a long time ago. But this year the Spring got into me and I had to come out in the woods. So I came here bent on being reckless.” Me looked down at the daring girl, who smiled. “I’ve always lived under the tutorship of an excellent governess with a practical man for guardian. My mother and father died long ago when I was a bahv. she said simply. “So I’ve always lived in a hotel.” The red blood flickered in her cheeks. “I was introduced into society last winter and—. Well, this summer I made my guardian, a very learned gentleman, come out here in the woods. I wanted to play! But the Practical Man doesn’t know how to play. He’s very serious. So I just carry on the most delightful conversations in my head. And they’re always with people who understand. 'Phe Bohemian gypsy stuffed his pipe in his pocket, picked his cap from under the nearest bush and whispered cautiously. “Come on. It was a dare and the Girl's eyes glowed. “Is is an Adventure? “S-s-li!” the man warned, “It’s a secret.” “A secret!” repeated the Girl. “Let’s hurry.” So they hurried on, the Bohemian gypsy leading the way. Once the girl stumbled on the tree roots for her hare feet were unaccustomed to the mode of travel. 17 “This way.” whispered the Bohemian gypsy ami broke into a run. The girl followed, her breath coining in excited little gasps. Then she gave a erv of surprise. Before them loomed a huge, rusty iron gate set in a tall wall. Through the bars of the gate they could see a wilderness of a garden. In the midst of the tangle rose a red brick house, overrun with ivv, windows and doors choked with vines and roses. The man looked at the girl beside him. “Can’t we get in?” she asked. “It’s like the Enchanted Castle of the Sleeping Beauty.” The Bohemian gypsy tried the gate but it was chained and barred from the inside. “Perhaps there’s a secret door.” the girl suggested hopefully. Together they stole along the wall and on the western side they found a small red door, buried in a mass of honeysuckle. They lifted it aside for their belief in fairies told them not to tear it. The man pushed with all his strength and the little red door creaked open. In the garden he turned and smiled. “ Xren't you coming? he asked. It’s a beautiful garden.” The Girl peeped into the garden, then met the Bohemian gypsy’s eyes squarely. “I’m afraid.” she confessed. Just plain afraid. You see. it’s sort of sacred looking. It makes me feel as if I were entering where I ought not. It makes me think of every little worldly thing I’ve ever done. It’s so natural!“ The man nodded. If he had laughed at her as most people did. except the Practical Man who took her moods seriously, she would have run away. But the Bohemian gypsy did not—that was why he was the Bohemian gvpsy. “Yes. he replied, “it makes you feel as if our soul was patched. O. cried the Girl, “you do understand!” She touched the gate with gentle lingers. “It's—it’s my idea of Paradise. she said. And then afraid that he thought her irreverent, she hurried on. My governess always told me that Paradise was like a Dutch village. Of course, she did not say that. She was too religious, hut her descriptions were of that style. I was dread-fullv stubborn and I was so afraid that if I though like she did. I d grow up to he like her. that I pictured Paradise like this. The Girl paused and again the man spoke. “You believe in just pure, simple, wonderful beauty. She nodded eagerly. “Do you think.” she questioned hesitatingly, “it would he wrong to explore? An odd smile Hashed over the Bohemian gypsy’s face. I want the adventure. How about your recklessness? The girl ran through the gate. They made their way to the house through a tangle of flowers and shrubherv. They skirted the silent building and then climbed the front steps. Tiptoeing across the warped porch they peeped in the windows but could see nothing, “Those windows are draped. said the Bohemian gypsy and little crawly feelings danced up thq Girl’s spine. “We’ll have to break in the door. continued the man. • At the first touch the door opened. IIow odd!’’ breathed the Girl excitedly. It’s an dventure. whispered the man and they stepped in together. It seemed as if thev had walked into a sunset cloud, for all was a soft, clear vcllew. See. said the man. “the windows are covered.’’ They wandered through the rooms, all furnished in quaint style. Again in the lower hall they paused before going out. The Girl turned to the Bohemian gypsy. “There must he a trap-door or a secret drawer somewhere. she cried excitedly, “let's search. As she came to her end of the wall she stopped and gave a little whistle iS of astonishment. Look! The top of this post is crooked. Perhaps there's a door inside.” Together they lifted the heavy oak knob of the newel post. The Bohemian gypsy ran his arm down the opening and brought out some dust-covered papers. Both were much excited. They sat on the stairs and the man dusted off the papers. But the papers were blank. The Girl Struggled to hide her disappointment. “Perhaps it’s best we don't know the romance for now we can imagine things and make it picturesque. But I’d like to have the end of the Adventure. The Bohemian gypsy smiled oddly as he tied the papers together again. “Perhaps the end of the Adventure lies outside the wall ' he suggested. The girl sighed. “It doesn't for me. I shall go back and cover myself up with a cloak of conventionality and live a life seemingly like all the other people I know. But, in truth. I will always play. She rose and walked toward the door. The Bohemian gypsy followed. “You say that now. he said. But after you've been thoroughly saturated with society, you'll forget there ever was such an Adventure as this ’ I won't.” the Girl cried indignantly. “I won't. I won't. I’ll never forget how to play.” For answer the man handed her the package of papers. “There was some writing. Perhaps you’d better read it. he said in a curiously quiet voice. The Girl stared at the name written on the paper that lay on top. Why—why that was my mother's maiden name. “Yes. said the Bohemian gypsy in the same dull voice. “She said she’d never forget her own self in the world, that she'd never get so interested in the scheme of life that slic'd forget her own feelings. You knew her? asked the Girl softly. Yes. And when site told me she was to marry your father—” There was a silence. ”1 thought I would tell her even after that.” the man began again. But it did not seem right. She lived here, you know. I thought I would write. But that. too. was not fair. So 1 laid a number of blank pages before me. I though of all 1 had wished to tell her. Then 1 tied the papers together and addressed the top sheet. I wanted to put ii somewhere near her That night as I was standing in the hall I thought of the newel post. I unscrewed the knob, dropped the letter in and put the knob back. It must have been knocked crooked afterwards, for she never knew. She went into society and forgot lu-r ideas.” The Girl was very quiet and when the man spoke again it was in a new voice that startled the Girl. And so you will change. It's iust the youth and Spring in you and that will go. There's not a thing in the world that docs not pass some time. The Bohemian gypsy was gone. Before her stood a man. smiling cynically. sob rose in the Girl's throat. “It won’t. (), it can’t. I'll tight the world until I find some one who knows how to play ' The man touched her arm softly. Little girl.” he said gently, the Practical Man knows how to play. Don’t treat him as if he were so old. The tears blinded her and the dull pain in her throat was stilling. With a choking cry. she ran through the garden, out the gate and into the wood. The Girl gave a little gasp and sat up. Her throat was smarting and her eves felt hot. ith eyes still shadowy with sleep she looked about her. She was beside the splashy brook. The sedate old tree still nodded above Iter. She looked at her feet, but the sturdy little oxfords were on them. IL r hands flew t her hair; the red flowers were there and the scarlet 9 tic was around her waist. Still uncomprehending, the Girl sat looking at the moss, pressed in where she had lain. Then the truth dawned on her. A Dream, she said curiously. “Was it a Dream? It must have been. The Bohemian gypsy’s words came to her. “The Practical Man knows how to play, said the gentle voice. The Girl's cheeks burned crimson. For a long while she sat. head buried in her arms, striving to quiet the rapid beat of her pulses. Then she rose, took the flowers from her hair, removed the scarlet tie from her waist and then very, very slowly climbed the hill. The Girl paused in the shadow of the trees. The Practical Man sat on the moss, his book flung aside, his eyes fixed on the sunset. Very softly the Girl called his name. He was on his feet in an instant, coming toward her with rapid, eager strides. The Practical Man was still the Practical Man but the look in his face was changed. And the Girl looked into his eyes and knew that the end of the Adventure did not lie outside the wall. —Irene Waldhorst, 14- PAGE ONE-EIGHTEEN. When all the school is young, lad, And all the I 'reshies green, And every book is new. lad. And all toward knowledge lean: Then hey f«� r pen ami pencil, lad! The midnight oil to burn : Young beads must study hard, lad. For everyone must learn. Young heads must study hard, lad, For eveyone must learn. When all the school is old. lad. And all the Freshies frown, And every hook is torn, lad, And e'en the clocks run down; Creep slowly to your place there. The wearv ones among; Oh, may you find one pass there You’ve worked for all along. Oh, may you find one pass there You’ve worked for all along. 20 —Vivian Slaton. RUBY HEATON CURTIS HARPER ALICE JONES “The Last Leaf”—A Paraphrase Only once before have I seen him pass my house; and now again I hear the pavement-stones resounding as he. bent with age and worldly cares, feebly walks by, tapping with his cane. I have heard that when he was young and strong, long before he was touched or blighted by fatal time, there was no youth more courageous or valiant to be seen by the � ld town crier as he went his round. But as lu- walks now through the streets, looking at every person he meets so forlornly, shaking his feeble head, and muttering to himself, he seems to say. They are g0h«•. Moss-covered tombstones mark the resting place of the loved ones of his vouth. and all the names he used to hear have for years been carved on the cold, cruel tomb. . Mv grandmama has told me—she is long since dead and gone—that he when young and handsome had a Roman nose and a ruddy, healthy glow upon his sun-tanned check. h. but now that he has been grasped by Father Time, his nose is sharp and thin, and it almost meets his pointed chin. He is bent and stooped and his laugh is pierced by a melancholy crack. I know I should not sit here and laugh as 1 look at him. It is really a sin. But his old three-cornered hat and peculiar breeches are all so queer and out of date. Xow. if I should live to be the last and withered one of my generation, the last leaf upon the tree, and should live when all else was young and bright, let them smile, as I am doing, at the old fashioned bough where I alone remain. —Harry J. White. 13. In the Woods Before Sunrise I he gray light of dawn had scarcely appeared when a youthful Izaak alton. rod case in hand, alighted at the terminus of an out of town car. It was a morning typical of early spring, cool. damp, cloudy. A light shower had fallen during the night leaving everything with a delicious freshness. I he youth smiled contentedly, yawned a hit and began the ascent of the hill, beyond which lay one of the finest trout streams in Alabama. Fifteen minutes of brisk walking through the dripping underbrush was amply rewarded bv the view from tlie top. Spread out before him lay a small range of mountains, covered with sombre, dark blue pines and soft, velvet green, newly foliaged oaks; the color of these trees harmonizing almost perfectly in the mellow light. Just blow him a narrow strip of light green willows and beeches, broken here and there by the light orange of a clump of maples or the snowiness of a blossoming dogwood, marked the course of the stream. Above, the low filmy clouds could he seen moving slowly to the north until they reached a point where they were lost in the distant foggy mountains. It was indeed a restful scene and the angler appreciated it. As lie stood enjoying the beauty of all this a single mocking bird flew to the top of a slender hickory and burst forth in song. Almost at the same instant a dozen other birds began to sing. These songsters increased until the woods were alive with feathered musicians. The familiar notes of the wood thrush, the faraway coo of a mourning dove, the shrill whistle oi a startled yellow-hammer and the harsh call of the blue-jav, brought back to the youth the memories of the time, not long passed, when he was only a barefoot country bov. listening to these same birds in the woods at home. He glanced at bis watch, picked up his rod case, and started down the hill. As lie did so a frightened chipmunk raced madly to the mouth of bis den. squealed defiantly and disappeared. Halfway down the bill a rabbit burst from cover and sped away through the bushes. Finally, the little creek was reached, a comfortable seat selected near a deep, clear pool and the angler prepared to enjoy life and wonder whv people do not visit the woods before sunrise. 2' —Jesse Smith. '14. A Pipe Dream Vast improvements in science will benefit the coming generation. The inadequate lighting facilities of today will not trouble our descendants. The electric light to-bc will as far surpass the modern incandescent, as the present Mazda docs the candle of our grandfathers. A puff of my pipe—and I see that immense plants will be erected to take the darkness out of night by re-enforcing the moon so that its rays will shine as the noonday sun. The by-products of these plants will be utilized by High School teachers for the illumination of dull pupils. Navigation will be developed. Large ships will sail in the air. almost completely doing away with the ocean-going vessels. The Commercial Club of Birmingham will erect air castles throughout Alabama. These will he equipped with field glasses, and will be used as observation stations that the whole state may see the greatness of Birmingham. A fresh whiff—and 1 realize that the art of surgery will become extinct; all ills will be cured by dissolving the organ instead of by cutting. This will be possible to the extreme extent of dissolving the temper of a quarrelsome woman. However, this will require a very strong anti-suffragette toxin discovered bv Mr. Henpccko. The hot'davs of July will be made like bleak December weather. Scientific methods will change hot air to freezing temperature. An allied process will he used by large corporations to freeze out small competitors in the commercial world. Coal for fuel will be unknown in the centuries to come. The great inventors will have assembled machinery to burn compressed air creating the most powerful heat. The hot air furnaces of the future will consume the “vocal discharge” of the hot air” talkers. The economic zeal of the future will admit of no waste. Another draw from tnv pipe—and 1 realize that the leading material for building will be compressed, crvstalized smoke. The large industries will have immense tanks in which all smoke from furnaces and other plants will he stored. T his, by scientific treatment, will be condensed and crystallized into a brick, harder than steel and more elastic than rubber, making an ideal brick building and a noiseless pavement. The city dude's tread will then be as light as bis head. All smoke of the city may be consumed in the above product with one exception—the manufacturers have put their ban on cigarette smoke. t Attendance in school will he compulsory. I lie legislatures will favor hydraulic pressure. M pipe still burns, and I am dreaming on. —Henry I.. F.hlhert. T6. 10 4- YANCEY LITERARY SOCIETY A STOWAWAY All was excitement in South Hampton when it was learned that the largest steamer in the world would take on its human cargo there. People began gathering early to book the best cabins on the boat. Visitors flocked from far and near just to get a glimpse of the gigantic vessel. On the eve of the Titanic’s departure over twenty-three hundred, passengers and crew, were registered to sail the next morning. Among the lookers-on was a slender, curly-haired boy. He wore a faded blue sailor’s blouse, and his tattered trousers were held bv a tarred rope wound about his waist. He was a typical English fisher boy. who had lived by the labors of his own hands most of his life. Larry, for that was his name, leaned against a dock post with a sigh, lie was longing to go to the big. beautiful States. To see America was the dream of his life. As he stood there watching the twilight settle about the big sea monster, an idea struck him. “Why not hide under the tarpaulin in one of the big life boats?” he thought. “That’s the way brother Jean went across years ago,” he muttered to himself. I guess I can, t w . Slipping quietly along the beach he threw himself into the sea and swam out to where the big vessel was moored. A few moments of searching brought him to the anchor cable, much to his relief, for he was almost exhausted from the long swim. As light and as nimble as a monkey, Larry swung himself tip the cable and bounded softly on deck. He went up four flights of steps to the upper fleck, and hid behind a large pile of ropes until he had an opportunity to gain his place of refuge. About midnight lie crept cautiously up to one of the davits and soon was under the tarpaulin of one of the life boats. He was asleep in five minutes, and didn’t awake until the bustling noise of the crew began as the ship got under way. Larry found several kegs of water and also sea-biscuits stored in a locker in the boat, ami on this he made his meal. Time passed heavily on, with nothing to do but to dream of his future home. Three days passed, and one night he was awakened from a troubled sleep by a slight jolt, and a series of vibrations, which made cold shivers run up and down his back. While he was still wondering what the trouble was. lie heard the rushing of feet and a tumult of voices, as the people ran back and forth on the deck. Larry heard the officers shouting orders at the top of their voices and the hurried. “Aye! Aye! Sir! of the crew, as they rushed about filling the orders. Lower the life boats!” was the terrifying command that floated up to Larry’s ears. Ready with number fourteen.” was the next order. “Clear away the tackling!” Larry felt his heart sinking when he heard this order given, and abandoned all hope of being saved. 'I he boat rattled down, a number of women crowded in. In the rush Larry was overlooked, and he again had hopes of a future. the boat was about to be launched, a beautiful voting girl on deck shrieked and fainted, for she saw her mother separated from her. There were no more life boats, and there was no room for her in this last one. Larry was moved with compassion, and before he realized what he was doing, he had bounded out and with the help of a sailor pitched the girl over 25 the rail into the boat below, for it had not stopped on its descent into the water. Larry stood there trembling, thinking of what he had done, when he suddenly became conscious of something in his hand. He looked quickly and to fiis astonishment he found a tiny handkerchief. He looked at it for a moment and a big tear filled his eye and rolled down his cheek, splashing on his hand. Aw! Look at me!” he exclaimed, and hastily thrust the bit of linen into his bosom. Several loud explosions rent the air, mingled with the screaming and wailing of those on board. The boilers have exploded,” he overheard the captain on the bridge say. Then the ship plunged forward, and then to the side. Looking around he saw a life belt hanging on a rack. Tying himself in this he prepared for his watery grave. Terrifying cries arose from the steerage where a thousand immigrants were huddled'together. 'Hu icy water had mercy on none. Larry looked to the starboard, and there off in the gloom he sighted an immense mountain of ice. gleaming vividly in the light of the distress signal rockets. This imposing picture vanished, as the ship settled deeper and deeper, more cries of distress floated out on the chilly morning air. The next moment the ship plunged forward. An immense wave broke over it. tearing Larrv away from the guard railing and carrying him far out into the iev water. 'I he life preserver buoyed him up. As he floated about, he saw the ill-fated Titanic plunge forward again. This time she broke amidship. The bow swung under and out of sight, leaving the stern standing alone. In another moment and with a great rush of water, that too, sank from view, carrying with it over sixteen hundred souls. Larry felt himself swung around and around in the great whirling eddy caused by the sinking ship. Once his stinging fingers came in contact with a box. ith a vice-like grip he clutched it, endeavoring to gain control of himself. Around and around they went. Gradually they slackened and slowly rose to the surface, and in a minute lie was seated on the top of a large wine case, which had been washed out of the ship by the rush of the waves. He heard a feeble shout and looking out into the great darkness he saw a man battling with the waves. It was a great risk to put two people on the box, but Larry dared it in the presence of death. So he helped him on and with the aid of a broken spar they pushed farther away. In the freezing water Larry soon became numb and would have frozen bad not the man beat him and rubbed him. Just how many hours he and his companion remained on the wine case lie could not tell, for he had lost consciousness and when he came to himself, he was wrapped in hot blankets. He opened his eyes slightly and gave a start. There bending over him were two deep blue eyes gazing straight into bis. He looked again. It was the same pair of eves which had looked into his on that tragic night, so long ago( ?) — 0 when!—how long ago was it?” he asked himself. He could not remember just when it happened, but he did remember the face of the girl to whom he had given his place in the life boat. She read his thoughts and smiling whispered to him to rest. He did so. clasping her hands in his. —Russell Moore. ’15. 2fi VIVIAN SLATON IRENE WALOHORST WTLLOW TREES. Between red clay banks that slope and slide. The red brown waters crawl and drawl. Under a pale, green arch that droops and hides. Within its wondrous hue, the rise and fall Of thoughts that pass within the winds, For with each light moving of the breeze. The dreams of nature stir and wind Themselves among the low, o’erhanging willow trees. So as the sun goes down and shadows glide. From round the trees and stalks of weeds. The muddy waters still sweep and slide. Beneath bent willows, heavy with seeds Of sleep, that hide within the leaves. All day rocked by the ever-waking breeze. At dark they stir and and float from the leaves. Bearing in dreams they hold, the stir of willow trees. —I. M. W. 2 7 OLE BLACK JOE AN’ THE MULE. Git up lerc. you lazy ole mule. An’ don't stan dere lookin' like a fool. An' don't you wiggle deni years at me ’Cause dis here whip can sting like a bee. Dis ole haid am turnin' gray. An' here's a mortgage 1 mils pay. An’ you, ole mule, will leave me soon F.f we don't work bv the light of the moon. Dese ain’t the days of the ole plantation When we wus the happiest things in creation. When you wus jes' a lil colt An' on your back I tried to bolt. An' you did roll an’ kick an' jump. An’ bust my haid up 'ginst the pump. Mos’ folks think dat it’s a joke. ’Cause a nigger’s haid ain nc er been broke. 1 wish you'd hurry up a lil . An’ git these things to Massa Bill An dogged if it wouldn't be jes’ our luck For him to get a motor truck. Now ef you wants good corn an' hav. You kaint stan' roun the whole long day. So 1 wish you’d burn up a lil'. An’ git these things to Massa Bill —Solomon Garden. 13. A REVERIE. I close my eyes and wistfully dream Of a winding road by a winding stream Gilded bv the sunset gleam: And of willows that droop by the water side. And the tall, stern oaks in majestic pride. And the whisp'ring elms and the poplars gray To the old warped mill with its rotting beams. And others that shade the lovely way That guards the silvery, singing stream. (O, the lilting melody of the stream of my dream!) There are cool gray rocks and the old mill wheel, And the pond above: and I seem to feel The soft, damp mist of the water-fall. And the rushing thrill of the water's call: f (O, the deep, sweet mystery of it all, the water s call.) 28 Again, again, I seem to hear j The liquid notes of a dream-song near, Rippling and trippling the waves come on, Joyously gurgling o'er corded stone; Echoing the melody whispered at night— By the stars that twinkle so gladsome and bright. And the hurrying wind with its crooning low, And the twittering birds math the moon's soft glow— Echoing the plaint of the whippoor-will. And the call of the night-bird keen and shrill. And the moan of the willow (forsaken of trees), And the dark, drear days when nature grieves; Echoing the patter of spring-time rain; Echoing murmurs of age-old pain; Weaving them all in a wonderful song, (O. the wonderful melody «� f the song of my dream!) —Vivian Slaton, 13. WILL YOU MISS ME? We’sc goin’ ter move! Least, so Ma said, En 1 won't be hcah entiy mo' Fur you t’ call me “Tanglchead.” We is goin' ter move, We’se almos’ done moved now, Fur de things, they'se packed En de po’eh it‘s packed Wif everything, 'ccpt th cow. Wen you come to play You’ll look Votin' en say, “Where's Tinkle? en I'll be gone! We’ll all be moved Far off tz wc kin go— En th house’ll be locked, En th corners’ll be stocked Wif spider webs, all in a row! Esc all time liked to live by you, But don’t matter now, ’Cause we’se already sold our chickens E11 goin’ ter sell our cow. Yer won’t see me in a long, long time En yer can’t never come— We’se goin’ ter a farm Wif a horsie in a barn. I ain’t askin’ but—won’t cher miss me some? —Lena Kcllog, '13. ?f) AIN’T NOTHIN’ GWINER HURT YOU. Ain't nothin’ gwincr hurt you. You blessed angel chile. While mammy's near her baby, Fer to watch her all de while. Don’ you kno' jes‘ how I lubs you Wid all oh my ole heart. An flat I’d kill dose spookies I f to’rd you dey start ? Don’ you kno’ de shinin' angels Is a-watchin’ from above, An’ dat God'll alius keep you, Lil’ baby, in His love? So close ye eyes, my darlin’. While mammy sings to you, 'Cause ain't nothis’ gwincr hurt you If you’re alius good an’ true. —Ruth Gregory « « « « THE SMILE. Before the wild blast of the wind as it's past The strongest of trees often die; They crash and they crack, within its wild track And the giant oaks tremblingh lie. But far down beneath in the wind’s mighty breath Soft flowers will bend and beguile; And when the storm's past and the rain's falling fast They lift up their heads and they smile. I’oets may sing of many a thing. Of the eyes' soft, laughing wile; I care not for such—duplicity much— Just gpve me a friendly smile. For the heart will oft tell what love knoweth well. And the eye may often beguile; But fallacy’s new to the smile that is true— So always for me just a smile. Ah! the words be unsaid—the cause be implead. But nevertheless all of the while. Though poets may sing of the beauties of spring— My song and my prayer is a smile. Friendly words often be deepest hypocrisy. And so I maintain all the while. Though tempting the sigh and the soft, laughing eye— The test of affection's a smile. 30 —Orville M. Coston. 'i EMMA GELDERS ORLINE BARNETT JESSE JOHNSTON JOSEPH COOK. GREEN PERSIMMONS “Hobby! Oh. Bobby! wait a minute. called little Nan. as she spied her very best chum strolling down the long shady road. We are going to have a picnic tomorrow, and— But Nan stopped short for Bobby, a rosy, dimpled fellow of seven summers, had turned—and his little face was screwed into a hideous scrowl! Why. lie was making a wry face at Nan! Oh. the mortification, the shame of i’t all! And she had always liked him so well, too! Well, he should certainly sutTer for that! She would never, never, never speak to that horrid creature again. So there! Nan gave her unsuspecting pony a cruel little slap, and away they cantered down the shadowy road. All was laughter and fun at the picnic the next day. I he little girls, bewitching in their daintiest frocks, flitted here and there like so many gay butterflies, while the little boys were as important acting and as gallant as young lords. All went very smoothly with Nan until luncheon was spread. Bobby slipped over to her side. and. offering her a huge, red-cheeked apple, whispered. “Nan, er, please let’s make up. I didn’t mean to—’ Nan sprang up with an angry switch of her ruffled skirts, and turning to Jim, an especial enemy of Bobby’s, cooed sweetly, “Jimmy Boy. I m ready to go and watch you sail your boat in the brook, now. Sunday morning found Nan seated primly beside her mother in church. She wore a dear little white frock with pink ribbons, and her big poke bonnet was fastened demurely under her chin. Bobby sat across the aisle in his father’s pew and watched her. Oh. was there ever a person more exquisite than she? What a good pal she had been, too! And Bobby smiled wickedly as he thought of the day when he had drowned all of Nan’s dolls in the rain barrel. Oh, why did she treat him so coldly now? W hy wouldn’t she look at him? Bobbv’s heart fluttered and sank by turns. He cleared his little throat loudly. His only reward was that Nan tilted her nose skyward defiantly. His father pinched his arm, and murmured something to him about being quiet in church. Finally. as a last resort. Bobby drew his pet beetle from his pocket, and let him crawl across the aisle at the end of his string. O-ec, Nan didn t even notice that, and she always loved to watch the beetle during church, tool That night. Bobby sobbed and sobbed on the sleeve of his little nightie, and at last buried his throbbing head in his pillow and prayed, “O. God, please tn-make Nan luf me again! The next Wednesday, Nan tied on her sun bonnet to carry a basket of cherries to Auntie. She recklessly decided to climb the pasture bars and go the short cut across the meadow. So, bumming a merry tune, she scaled the fence and started at a run through the clover. A few golden hearted daisies nodded gaylv at her as she blew them a kiss. 32 “Look out. there! Run!” in a loud voice brought Xan t � a standstill. Her knees refused to support her. Glancing up, she saw a cross old sheep lunging fiercely at her. Quickly someone—O-cc! it was Bobby—caught her by the wrists, dragged her to the fence and lifted her high up to the top bar, just as the old sheep came up with a threatening snort. He had saved Xan—he was a hero! Oh, how his little heart throbbed! Xan was weeping. How irresistible she looked, perched awkwardly on the high fence. Iter suuhonuct half-fallen front her damp curls! Her sobbing grew louder. Bobby could bear it no longer. Anyhow Xan wasn’t looking. So he bent over the cool, flower-like softness of her bare neck, folded his sturdy little arms about her. and sobbed out bravely: “Kan. you are my sweetheart! Please don't you cry. I’ll take care of you and. and. honest irijun, 1 didn’t make a face at y-yoti last Friday. I had just bit a green ’sintmon!” —Menona Alford, ’12. The Soldier “Like Ships That Pass in the Night.” 1 he night was damp and cloudy, the ways foul. The single horseman, making his way across the meadows, had not met a traveler when the sound of wheels was heard rumbling in the distance like thunder threatening before a storm. The soldier started and drew bis cloak closer about bis boyish form, as if guarding some secret beneath its folds. He was very young, this lone traveler of the night, too young to realize that this ride from the lines of the Gray to the campfires of the Blue would make him a traitor to his Southland, too young to realize that with the treachery he was to give his honor. However as he drew nearer the slowly approaching carriage, his troubled eyes reflected the doubts that were arising in bis mind and heart. The rider halted, and slowlv turned his head backward to where behind the ridge his comrades slept. 11 is keen eyes were even more troubled now. as he turned and slowly rode on. A sudden turn in the marshy highway brought the horseman beside the lumbering coach. Startled he reined bis horse, and drew back into the shadows of the overhanging trees. The coach moved slowly onward, hut as it rattled past the soldier saw the face of a woman silhouetted against the dark night, a face so beautiful in form, so filled with intense loyalty that it seemed to draw him like a charm. Her forehead was crowned with a wealth of blue-black hair, her eyes were deep and brilliant, the firm chin rested on her hand, and clearly outlined against the white sleeve the horseman saw the red cross, noble emblem of the hospital nurse. Here was a soldier brave and loyal, going to the field of battle, while he—he was a coward, a traitor. There in the darkness the soldier fought with himself, there in the foggy night the man conquered the coward, lie straightened and snatching 33 the papers from the folds of his cloak, tore them with trembling hands. Then slowly he turned his horse's head and rode back to his Southland. “The Picture.” The rosy light that filtered through the curtains revealed long rows of white cots standing on the bare rough ground. It showed there many a hero of battle, for tossing on their pallets lay the wounded soldiers of the Southland. A tattered banner hung on the wall, toward which many a feverish eye turned in adoration. The mingled noises of the camp were heard but as echoes on this cold, still morning; a blast of trumpets, a dull echo of many footsteps: then silence fell over the long rows of cots, broken only by a groan or a sigh, or bv the footsteps of the few attendants. Then in the doorway appeared a red cross nurse, a cheerful, loyal woman. Like a rav of sunshine she was, and many an eye grew brighter hut at sight of her. From cot to cot she went with a word of cheer here and with a gentle caress of an aching brow there. How slow seemed Iter approach to the young soldier in the far end of the long white row! He had waited her coming since the dawn, when the morning star vanished, and left the blushing clouds behind. His pain was forgotten as she came nearer. He loved to watch the sweet smile she had for all.— for him. He loved to see the sunshine make a halo about her dark hair, and sparkle in her eyes. As he waited, tlie first night he had seen her came into his mind; again he saw her image as it had appeared to him in the moonlight months ago. That night, though she did not know, she had saved his honor by her own loyalty. He had gone back to bis comrades with her image before him. and all through the months that followed she had been in bis heart. It was for her that he had saved the regiment in that awful battle at Fredericksburg. When he had been wounded here, she had watched over him and nursed him back to life, and as he lay on his pallet he had learned to love her. Today he was strong, he would tell her his love. Never had the sunbeams danced so merrily or the world seemed brighter than now. When this long, long war was over, he- would take her to his home, ami there in the rose bower she would wait for him in the early evenings. as his mother had done. She would come, she must, he loved her so. Now she was at his bedside. He looked into her sweet, serious eyes as she bathed his brow, and yet he had not spoken. She bent to smooth the coverlet: how strong and lithe site was. Then suddenly a little picture fell from her bosom. He could not help but see. it was the image of a young man in the uniform of a Confederate Major. s lie looked, all the light went out of his eyes, all the hope from his heart, for underneath the picture, the wounded soldier read the inscription: God keep you safe, my little love, all through this night of war. ............The nurse passed on. little knowing the pain she had left behind. and the soldier, grown old in a moment, turned his face to the wall. The Return Home.” He had come to visit his old home down by the riverside, this Southern soldier who hut a few days ago had laid down his sword by the side of General Lee's. Four years of hardship and fighting had stooped his broad shoulders and aged his boyish form. His furrowed face bronzed by exposure and softened by suffering was eager and expectant for soon he would he at the home of his father, the home where his own happy boyhood had been spent before he had gone t«� this cruel war where his ideals had been crushed, and his heart made heavy. 34 One more bend in the while road and lie would be home, lie could sec the green hills in the distance lighted bj the soft rays of an April sun. Now the fields came into view, but only a rank growth of weeds covered them, and down where the gin house had stood, there was but a pile of charred timbers. The man hurried on towards the quarters where the care-free darkies had busied themselves with homely tasks by day, or had gathered around the fires at night to listen to tales brimming with superstititon and morals. The man smiled sadly as he thought of the many times he had stolen down to listen wide-eyed to the quaint songs and weird stories. Hut the little rows of huts were empty now, and like the Deserted Village.’’ they stood as a memorial of a happy past. And there in the garden under the rose-bower where he had brought all his childish hurts to his mother all was dead as his hopes. Oh, that lie could bring his breaking heart here to her now. Hut all that was left was the old sundial, scarred and blackened sentinel of time. On toward his beloved home he went. Hut where was the house with its massive pillars, broad balconies and spacious rooms? All that remained was a pile of stones, one blackened column, and a worn door-step. The sun lighted the tree-tops in a last effort to cheer; the birds sang a vcet evening song; all were happy il seemed save a broken-hearted soldier on the threshold of his ruined homestead. —Emma fielders, i � . A Critical Moment Jim, a small shiny negro, stood in the center of the field, absent-mind-cdlv picking handfuls of cotton from the surrounding bushes, and putting then in the large basket beside him. He had not been working long, as was proven by the few dabs of white upon the dark bottom. Earlier in the day lie had committed what Mammy considered an unpardonable act. he bad taken three apples from the pantry, though lie had never been allowed more than one. Of the two punishments, a whipping and picking a basket of cotton. he had chosen the latter, in spite of the fact that he knew the first would surely follow if the slightest fault could he detected by his stern parent. Arousing himself, he glanced into the basket, and. seeing how little was in the basket, began working so hard that by the time the sun had sunk as far as the top of the highest cotton stalk, only a very small part remained to be filled. Jim was rejoicing, for he considered the task almost done, and did not see how even his mother could find fault. Then he heard the sound of galloping hoofs behind him. Before he could turn, the cause of the commotion. an old mule, which before he had scarce!) believed capable of locomotion. dashed up in front of the basket. Having escaped from the neighboring field, and. for the first time in years having perfect freedom, the mule decided to make the most of it. Almost purposely, as it then seemed, he drew it nearer and nearer the basket, as if trying to just graze it without spilling the contents. 35 The little negro boy. standing there, could do nothing, for he knew that soon all his labor would be lost. At last the mule dared too much, and Jim's heart sank, as he saw there was not hope of escaping the dreaded punishment. The Hying hoofs had struck the basket, and it tipped up on one side, and in that dangerous position swayed slightly in one direction and then in the other. In another minute it would he over, and Jim put his hands before his eyes and moaned. Oh! Bawdy, I wish I hadn't a-took them apples.” He held his little black lingers pressed so tight that lie'could not see through even the smallest crack, while he heard the mule galloping away, satisfied with the mischief done, and going t«� seek more elsewhere. For still another minute his eyes were kept covered, while their unhappy little owner pictured the warm welcome awaiting him at home. t last, unable to stand it any longer. Jim looked at the basket, and then looked again, for it was standing upright, just as it had been when he stopped tilling it. By some miracle, or maybe because a rock or twig had interfered at just the right place, the basket had recovered itself, and was again ready to stand between Jim and his punishment. ell. Mammy gits lef dis time, sho,” rejoiced the little hoy. —Florence Carson. 14. Caused by a Pair of Socks Frank Neelv impatiently jerked her hat olT and sank into a chair. Then she began to unwrap the package of socks which she had purchased for Iter brother. As she carelessly thrust her hand down a silken sock, she came in contact with a small scrap of paper. She drew it out and read: Dorothy Anthony. 120X Y. Tyron St.. Bethlehem. Penn. Please write.” After a long and careful scrutiny of the hit of paper. Frank jumped up. and was absorbed in writing a remarkable epistle to the unknown Dorothy. As she triumphantly licked the envelope she murmured to herself. ”1 guess this is somewhat different from this pokey old town. !t may not be proper for me to write, much less to fool '.Miss Anthony with my outlandish name.” Then she excused herself with. ”()h. well, one can t live without some excitement.’’ . Say. Wes , what do you think of this? said Nelson Marshall to his chum and roommate, W eston Andrews. Here's some fellow'answering a note I dropped in a pair of socks when 1 was down at the pater's factory last year. I gave our address and the name of some imaginary young lady. Well, this is rich !” ndrews thrust aside the law hook over which he was poling and sighed. Nothing more than I expected. You always could get into the queerest scrapes. Aw. WesY’ “Do as you please. But 1 11 bet he’ll he here to mam you inside of— well, as soon as you exchange pictures. •'Kill it. kill it.” was the answer. Can’t you see anything?” Phis is going to be a lark. You never did have a sense of humor, Wes'. o' ♦ ♦ ♦ « The lights flickered softly through the darkness of the great oaks. Here and there sat se me couple, blissfully forgetful of all the world. In the center stood a wide, brightly lighted pavilion, h'rom it came the chatter of merry dancers. Quite unmindful of this jolly throng. Nelson Marshall strayed down the gravel walk, unconsciously humming the popular melody which came from the building behind him. He had walked for several moments when he came suddenly upon a pretty girl seated on a bench by the way. “Pardon me.” he murmured confusedly. ”1 didn't intend to disturb anyone.” “Oh. not at all. I really ought to be disturbed. I was tired dancing and just strolled off to think. Won’t you sit down?” Why—er—ves. You see I felt just like you do. 1 know so few of the people. May I introduce myself. I don’t believe I’ve—” “No, please don’t.” she interrupted. 1 think it would be such fun to talk to somebody 1 don’t know. N on may be a prince in disguise or a burglar. I just love an adventure.” “So do f. Something mysterious. Talking of such things. I have been carrying on a most interesting deception with a fellow. Some time ago I put the name and address of a girl in a pair of socks while going through a hosiery factory.” The girl began to feel uneasy and -lie intermpud again. Don’t you think it’s damp out here? I suppose we’ve been away from the others long enough, too.” She started to arise. Yes I guess so. but I’m sorry.” he replied and gave her bis arm. Put as I was saying. I pm a girl’s address in the socks and sure enough a man responded. His name is Prank Neely and I get some of the most fascinating love letters from him.” I'm sure it is most interesting to deceive him. 1 must go. Good-bye,” was her cold return and she walked quickly on to join a group farther up the walk. Nelson, thoroughly uncomfortable, followed, wondering just what cort of a break lie bad made this time. As be came up with the crowd, a dashing young woman seized him by tile arm. “Nelson Marshall, you’re the very boy Pm looking for. 1 want to introduce you to a friend. Mr. Marshall. Miss Prank Neely. confused gasp burst from Nelson, for Prank Neely was the same person who had made him so uncomfortable a few moments before. But lie was beginning to understand. I am delighted to meet you. Miss Neely. Won’t you walk over towards the pavilion with me? Pm afraid it’s too damp out here anyhow.” he added meaningly. “Why—er—yes. � f course.” s tliev neared the pavilion be asked. “So you are really the Frank Neely to whom I’ve been writing? “Yes.” was the simple answer. “Then we re even.” he replied. 37 —William H. Gardner, ’14. Peggy Makes a Pie Spoons and pans rattled and eager girls chattered away in cooking class. Books were cast aside, large white aprons were donned, stools were drawn up and the girls sat awaiting the directions for that day's cooking. The girls were arranged in twos around the long table looking at the director who was very precise in her spotless apron. “Girls. today we are going to make pic ' ()h-o-o-o!’’ rippled adoutid the table. “Apple pie. Now every one of you be quiet and take down these directions ' “Goody, goody, apple pie!” The sentence was Cut short by a glance from the director who stood waiting for silence. It had come front Peggy, the new girl in the class to whose mind the making of a pie was perfect bliss. “Jenny. whispered Peggy, “those girls over there arc already slippiing out their pans. “ )h.” answered Jenny, “they always do that: they think it is so big to get through lirst. Miss Henson doesn't know it. of course. “Well, replied Peggy, “don't see why we can't do it too. Yon finish coyping the recipe and I'll slip the epic pan out front the stack, when with a crash the whole stack came tumbling down. So. never taking her eyes from the teacher. Peggy reached into the cupboard. ( arefully she was slipping the pie pan out front the stack, when with a crash the whole stack came tumbling down. I be teacher turned her eyes directly toward Peggy. She and Jenny stood staring at each other in astonishment and Peggy's face was a study. “W 11. of all tilings. she said, glancing in surprise at the heap of pots and pans. “I really never saw such peculiar pans in all my life. t«� just fall down and scare the life out of one. ()f course she spoke to Jenny, but the other girls had heard and an amused smile passed around the c’ass. Peggy, still very much ‘bewildered at the behavior of the pans, stooped and replaced them, carefully leaving out the desired one. By this time, the recipe was finished and the room was a regular beehive. “I bid to make the pastry ' spoke tip Peggy. Jenny busied herself with preparing the apples while Peggy kept her eye on the girls to her right, eager to beat them for once. “Peggy, don’t you think— began Jenny. “For heaven's sake. Jenny, don't start talking now or we won't ever finish this pie I he dough was soon put into the pan and the apples were poured in. � 8 “There now, said Peggy, was there ever a pic so beautiful and artistic looking?” “Oh. Peggy, the cinnamon!” With that Jenny reached for the cinnamon and sprinkled it on the pie. “Not nearly enough, my dear,” said Peggy. “I fear you are going to be terribly stingy when you get old if you keep this up. With that. Peggy almost covered the top with cinnamon, then placed it in the oven. It was the very first one. although there was only a door-shut between that and the next. Then the two girls sat down to wait. 1 hope it will be good. Come on. let’s look at it.” said Peggy after a few moments. “For goodness sake, not yet, Peggy. Why that pie hasn’t found out where it is yet.” Very well, as you are such an experienced cook. I shall write some poetry to that pie. Let me see—consecrate thyself. ( thoughts. So she wrote at the top of the page, In Honor of My First Pic.” She soon continued: “f )f all the things I love in the world. Tis apple pic with the crust all curled.” There now. Jenny, pat me on the back and sa that some day I shall be as famous a poet as cook. Put the pie! Roth ran to the oven and found the pic browned just right and all ready to take out. With much care they placed it on the table while Peggy had the honor of cutting it. She stood looking at her piece a minute almost hating to bite into Iter first pic. Jenny had tasted hers and with a puzzled expression, stood waiting to see the. effect of the pie on Peggy. Peggy took a nice, big bite. looked at Jenny, then at the pie and lastly, at the box of cinnamon. It was marked “Paprika. —Mabel Marler, 12. Aunt Chris’s Story Marcia, bon.’ ain’t you neber gwinc ter bed? ’Pears like you done tuk it inter yo’ head ter stay erwarke all night. You been settin’ dar stallin' in de fiah widout blinkin’ yo' eye er savin’ er wo’d fo’ de las' ha'f hour. I’d jes like ter know whut 'tis dat you is got on yo' min'. 'Tain’t natu’al fo' chilluns ter do dat wav. I was just wondering where your husband is. and why he never comes to see you. Aunt Chris. Please tell me about him. The jesting manner of the kind old mammy suddenly changed, for this unexpected reply from the child brought the saddest of memories to her mind. She stealthily brushed the tears from her dusky, wrinkled cheeks, then making a brave effort, began her story. “You see hit wuz dis way. honey. Me an Noel, we wttz hot riz on de same plantation an' bed de same good Massa and Missus. Yc’d bin sweet-hca'ts eber since we wuz chilluns an’ jes’ kep on er lubbin each udder till 39 ve got nios grown. Den we cided ter ax Ole Mar.se to let us git mahhied. Lose lie gin kunsint an we planned ter hal de weddin' right er wav ca'se Nuel lie say lie don’ blieb in long 'gagements. Law. sicli fixing! Sich niakin' «� b dresses, an cookin. an' doin' sich ez von ain't neber hvahed tell oh. wuz gwinc on ro.un dat ole place. I wuz ez happy ez er la’k. An Xoel! My! 1‘tit dat boy jes' got lian’somah eb'ry day. An' my wetldin' close! Chile, I [led fibe whole dresses an' er extry skut an’ wais' bought new. Kb'rv one ob em wuz er different colah an’ dey all jes tit me to er T. Sides all dem wuz niy weddin dress which wuz )ld Missus' gif'. Hit wuz de lublies’ red cliiny silk, an it jes bccomed me beautiful. Dar wa’nt narv black gal in dat whole country. I kin tell you. ez bed sicli fine things. Finally our glorious weddin’ day come roun I lit all ink place out on de lawn in front nb de l� ig white house. Me Massa an' Missus an' all de blacks on the whole plantation gathered out dah ter ter watch us get mahhied. Den old Brer johnsing ’fo'tned de ce monv an ‘nounced us man an’ wife. Xex' coined de dinuali an’ dancin' an sicli like, rter while all de 'citemcnts an jollifications kinder died out an mo an Xoel settled down ter housekeepin’ in our new cabin, jes de hap-pies’ couple in the world! I'111 de l.awd didn’t will dat we should ’joy c I is blessed happiness long. I’m wed bin mahhied foah mont’s. dal structib an’ tumble monstah, de C’ibil Wan. got riz up. IV Xoel wuz do ’plexedes' an' bothahcles? man I eber seed in my life. lie jes didn’t know whut’ter do. So he come ter me one day er wringin his hands an er takin’ on dreatful an’ he says. ‘Chris, lion’. I jes kint c’de wltiit my dpoty is. I knows Lse niy Massa's favorite slave an’ I feels dat I orter go to de wah an’ take kere ob him. but when I thinks ob (cabin .von. I abuos go slractcd. (). my Laud! hut mils' I do? I wuz nios livin' wid griebin' mysel f, but I seed ‘iwouldn't do ter break down, so I says ter him. I knows ‘zactly In w you feels, Xoel. but von nuts’ brace up an' be er man. You go ‘long an’ take kero ob Ole Marse an’ I’ll tav here wid (Mil Missus. Be er patr'otic citerzun. tight fo' yo’ country, w hip dem sneakin’ N ankees. an’ den when you comes home you’ll feel so good frum de cons lation ob knowin’ dat you had done yo’ dooty. Go 'long to de wah an don' study 'bom me. I kin git erlong all right.’ Den by de en- con'gomcnt ob niy wo’ds. he made itp iz min’ ter go. By «‘n bv de repo t coined. ( ). Laud, sicli er repo t! One ob dem deb-blish Yankees wuz triflin' ernuff ter try to shoot Ole Marse out dar on de batileficl , but my good, misc’tish Xoel bed de presence ob min' ter jump in trunt ob In’s kind massa. an' dat Yankee bullet hit niy po’ liusban’ almos’ in de hea t. hen I hvahed all dat repo’t. chile. I jes' went plum crazy. I could jes see niy honey lyin' dar bleedin an suffahin’: I could hyah ’im moanin an callin' fer me. Arter I jes couldn't stan’ it no longali. I made up my min’ ter go to im an’ contfo’t im. Well. I got dar jes’ ez quick ez I could, but I wuz too late. . Xoel! Jes ez 1 rushed to yo’ bedside, you opened yo’ eyes an’ looked right at me. 'S on made er awful struggle ter rize. but fell back down on dat ha’d bed an’ moaned dose sweet wo’ds. ’(). Chris, de l.awd am callin’ me home. Good-by.’ nd old aunt Chris, rocking slowly to and fro in the dim glow of the firelight. seemed to see within the dying embers the face of her poor, long-lost X«ife!. and was quite oblivious of little Marcia, who had long been in the land of dreams. 40 —-Kstelle Hayes, 13. The Cabin by the Wayside - s Evelyn rode along the rocky path she was enjoying the inauv beauties of Tennessee scenery. There was a romantic air about the little summer resort tucked away up in the mountains. It seemed s«� quiet and peaceful, swell a relief from the smoky atmosphere of Birmingham. She looked and thought of the strenuous days she had spent before graduation at old B. H. S., and wondered that she had not succumbed long ago. “After all.” she was saying to herself, there were a great many pleasures. loud clap of thunder interrupted her musing. 'Threatening clouds were gathering in the west. 'I he raindrops were already falling. A vivid flash of lightning shot through the sky. The mile post showed she was five miles from the hotel. What should she do? The wind b’cw clouds of dust in her face. I here was every indication of a severe storm and that was one thing about which she was childish. She looked in every direction for a place of shelter. She caught sight of a log cabin half hidden in a clump of trees. She supposed it was some mountaineer's house. The people living there would surely be willing to shelter her from the st. rm. She reached the clump of trees, tied her pony under a big tree, and knocked on the door of the cabin. ■flood evening. Won't volt come in out of the storm? It's ver bad. The speaker was a distinguished looking young man and his rich voice was kind. Why-er-er. thank you. I'm dreadfully timid about lightning. Evelyn tried not to appear embarrassed as she entered the cabin. Have this chair, he added kindly. The storm raged for several moments. He saw Evelyn turn pale with fright because of the cracking lightning. iradually the lightning grew fainter and the thunder farther away. Y-you d-don’t— Evelyn blushed. Don't what? He smiled. ‘‘Don't live here all alone? Evelyn grew brave. I do every summer for a while. I come here at this season to get away from everybody', to observe nature and to rest. T.ut you didn’t succeed in keeping everybody away from von. did you? I fear I intruded in your sacred bower. 1 ni very glad the storm brought you. I was getting lonesome—painfully so- Evelyn’s solitaire on her left hand attracted his attention. It was a surprise as she yas so voting looking. But any man could well be proud of her. She was an unusual girl. Evelyn went to the door and looked out. It’s very kind of you to have protected me from the storm. I appreciate it so much. I must he going, though. The rain has slacked and besides its growing late. I here is no need t � hurry. But if you will go. let me help vou on with tltis raincoat of mine. ill vou permit me to accompany von hack to the hotel. I’ll put the bridle on the horse in a moment. I he drive home did not seem long. Even it it was raining, the conversation was lively. Evelyn casually mentioned that her home was in Birmingham. 4� “May I ask the name of tm guest from Ala) ama.' he asked. Evelyn Field. she replied modestly. Ami Miss Field, your host's name is Richard Douglass. They soon reached the grounds to the hotel. •♦ � • ♦ As Richard was returning « n the walk to his cabin, he saw a dainty little handkerchief washed into the mud. He stooped down and picked it up. few da vs later lie was on his way back to the hotel. In his pocket was the handkerchief which he had washed himself and pressed on the window pane. As lie approached the grounds to the hotel he saw Evelyn sitting under a tree. His courage failed him when lie noticed the attentive voting man beside her. Richard raised his hat. bowed, and galloped away. Evelyn was just the kind of girl he admired. However he did not acknowledge to himself that he was in love with her. Here’s what I found when I returned home that day.” Richard handed Evelyn the handkerchief and sat down beside her on the rustic bench. “I’m so glad you had to come hack. on didn't wash it yourself, did VOll ?” Richard was about to feel very happy over this remark when he saw the young man. whom he had seen sitting with her the day before, coming towards them. His heart sank. Mr. Douglass. I want you to meet my brother.” Evelyn looked admiringly at Richard. “Douglass. I remember you. I played football against you when you were at Harvard.” Sure. 1 remember well. N on were on the Yale team. I believe you were going to he a lawyer. Douglass? It doesn’t look much like it up here in the mountains, does it? Yes. I practice law in Nashville. I’m out here studying social conditions among mountain people and resting a little too. . • • “Now. that you say I may call you Evelyn. I’m going to tell you that the ring you wear worries me. Richard said to Evelyn one day as they sat down on tlie rustic bench. The idea of such a thing, Dick! It was my graduation gift from father.” laughed Evelyn. What a goose I am! Richard exclaimed with relief. Then the little wayfarer from Mabama looked up and smiled at the Tennesseean of the log cabin. Frances Williams, ’12. 42 justness ©rpartment 3EI I he Business Department has been laboring under a great disadvantage this year; namely, a large debt left from last year. But with the loyal support of the school, this debt has been about cleared. We extend our thanks not only to the student bod) as a whole, for buying The Mirror and patronizing our advertisers, but also to the Faculty, the members of the Editorial Department. and the Seniors, for their loyal support and assistance. great deal of credit should go to the merchants of Birmingham for the wav in which they have helped us with ads. e certainly appreciate their help and earnestly hope advertising in The Mirror has brought them as great results as we wish. -U J. . - THE GLEE CLUB 3C C Commercial department 3i= =ir- -==nr=it= „=ip- = =if===T- = p The Antiquity of Shorthand Many people think shorthand is of recent origin, like the typewriter, but it is a historical fact that Cicero's Nations against Catiline were reported by Tiro, his amanuensis. The art was practiced by large numbers who were called “N'otarii, whence our word “Notary.” During the Dark Ages the art seems to have been lost, but with the Renaissance, it revived and the sermons of Savonarola were reported in Shorthand. Among the first record we have of published system in English is in 1588 by Dr. Timothe Bright. called “Charactcrie. an Art of shorte, swifte, and secrete writing by character. The art has been put to various uses. In the days of religious prosecution. clergymen and others found it useful as a means of secrecy. Notes in Shorthand were made on a I hide by Roger Williams, the founder of Rhode Island, who was probably the first to use Shorthand in merica. llcnjamin Franklin had a system of his own in which he had collected volumes of sermons. Charles Dicken was for five years. 1831 to 1836. a reporter of considerable note, both in police courts and in Parliament. Doubtless this knowledge of human nature thus gained at firsthand in his youth, was of inestimable value in him in portray ing his literary characters later in life. I he following front Mr. 11. Frank Dawson in the Ypril (iregg Writer, applies as well to all other lines of work as 1«� Stenographic, lie says: Never should a stenographer he satisfied until he has the consciousness that he has done his very best, regardless of the salary he may be getting. I rue worth, in its ultimate reality, is not to he considered in terms of dollars and cents. So far as salary is concerned, he should he content when he has given full returns, heaped up. running over, for the amount he is to receive. I lie world is looking for just such a man. and business men will ‘heat a path to his door.’ ’ £ $ £ ;$ The pupils in the graduating class f the Commercial Department have had a very busy term's work. Resides their regular class work, they have done all the work required by the principal's office, which has been unusually heavy this term. They have also composed and written all the letters soliciting advertisements for the Mirror. What does this mean? A vast amount of experience gained, so that the graduates go out not merely as beginners, but as experienced stenographers. ♦ • : : i Letters have been received from a number «� f former students who are now at work, and all say they enjoy their work: among them, Miss Bertha Howell. Miss Rufie Houston, and Miss Marguerite Schwarz. 45 ORCHESTRA The Teacher’s Tour Last summer a party of B. H. S. teachers planned to take a tour through the United States. Many interesting features were planned, among them a few days among the haunts “(Me)Daniel Boone, a sail down the “Hudson” and a visit to Niagara. It was early spring when they started down the “Hud-•son. and if they had not been so careless as to let their “Camero(n)” fall “Spalding into the river they might have brought back some interesting pictures for us pupils to look at. The Yacht “Thornton in which they sailed, was light “Brown and they considered themselves “Luckie” in getting such a well-equipped one. with such a nice name. It seemed to suit them exactly because it bore the name of their best loved companion. While on board they enjoyed “Lots(of) (s)peeches” and music. After this sail they went straight to Niagara where they were “Certain” to have a most delightful time. ()n the morning after their arrival they started Merrill(y) to explore the land about the great falls. “Right here,” said their guide, is where a well-known highwayman was “Lynch”(ed Ansiey,?(ed) only yesterday. Of course this speech frightened some of the women and made them topsj “Tuttle.” so it was some time before the “Counsclman of the party could get All(en)” quiet once “Moore. After leaving Niagara they started on the long trip to Yellowstone Lark. The first thing that attracted the attention of all. was Hotel “Cour-leux at which they were to stop. This was a very old-timey looking place and. no doubt, that was why it was chosen. Indeed it was old-timey. for every morning for breakfast they had “Robins(on)” and Mcents.” Early the next day after their arrival they started on their visit to the zoo. Here there were so many animals that the timid ladies looked “(Prend)ergast” through the iron bars. The next things of interest they saw were the beautiful geysers which seemed to he having a C hase to see which one could throw its boiling water the highest. Many days were spent among these geysers, for every time the water fell it seemed to change the color of the “Sand(lin)” and this was. of course, interesting to some of the party. There was one spring whose water was so hot that when their Cook” dropped a fish into it. the fish was immediately cooked. In going to the Emerald Spring they had to walk across a Bodten)” walk and this was not so nice as some were afraid of falling into the boiling mud. Not far from this spring was another of black water, this was (howling Spring, so called on account of the rumbling noise coming from it. But our party did not want to remain here, the noise made one think of the Ba(n)dnian” and their many “Seims. still they felt “ Cham)bless”(ed) at having seen such a wonderful place. When they had visited everything of interest in Yellowstone they started hack to Birmingham. On the way thc saw many wonderful sights: one of the most striking was a “Weaver.” who was weaving the most beautiful dresses; this was just what the ladies were looking for. Some of the dresses were purchased but when one of the party looked for her bag she found that she had Miss Llaisted or perhaps, it had been stolen. Of course she was nearly heart broken; however she was soon comforted by the thought that she was almost at home. — Mattie Hughes Kennedy. 13. 47 PIERIAN LITERARY SOCIETY EDNA ALLISON s the term of 1912 has drawn to a close, many Seniors have had a feeling of sadness mingled with pleasure. As we review the past nine months so full of shadows and sunshine we feel that the pleasant hours spent in the clubs have fully compensated for all the hours of difficult study in the session-room. It is sad to know that our names will not be heard in roll call again, yet our minds will wander hack to our club days in the dear old Hisrh School with satisfaction and pleasure. W e wish to extend to each and every member of the school a cordial invitation to join some clti’ for we feel that the time will prove both pn fitable and pleasant for each one. DECLAMATORY CONTEST. On Friday evening. April 12. the annual declamatory contest between the boys clubs took place. The first number on the program was a piano solo by Miss Mabel Marler. The program for the night was as follows: Jack Enslen. Yancey. “The lllack Norse and His Rider.' Onille M. Cost on, Hilliard. The Curse of Regulus. Solomon nearman. Currv. Soartacus to the Cdadiators.” George Cox. Yancey. The Bishop's Candlesticks.” Virgil Roach. Hilliard. Citizenship.” Jesse Johnston. Curry, Wounded. The contest was much enjoyed by all present and the pecial numbers on the program were excellent. Miss Marv Fabian sang and Miss I ranees Williams gave a reading. Mammy's Little Baby Boy.” The decision of the judges was as follows: First place, teamwork— Hilliard Literary Society. Second place, individual honors—Mr. George Cox of the Yancey. Third place, honorable mention Mr. Solomon Bear-man of the Curry. 49 AGLA1A LITERARY SOCIETY THE JOINT DEBATE. The High School was all excitement on April 2( , for the semi-annual joint del ate of the clubs was held on that day. The entire school was i:i-tereMcd since the subject for debate was. “Resolved. That a college education is essential to the greatest success in business life. Mr. Everett Strange of the ( urrv presided over the meeting with Miss Mice J� ties of the l icrian acting as secretary. After a beautiful violin solo by Miss Florence Sm .h the debate opened. The affirmative was ably upheld by Mr. trville Coston of the Milliard and Miss Capitola Moody of the Aglaia’ the negative by Mr. William Ratliff of the Yancey and Miss Tillic Alexander of the Clio. The good feeling between the debaters was su marked as to cause general ccin-ment. The judges were I)r. L. C llranscomb. Mr. W. P. i. Harding and Colonel I ’. M. Jackson. The rules for the decision f the judges differed from those of the former debates. The judges sat in different sections of the auditorium and each without conferring, sent his written decision to the chairman, who announced that the decision was unanimous for the negative. While the judges were preparing their decisions Miss Leona Lovercnn. accompanied by Miss Jeanne dler. gave a beautiful vocal solo. The entire program was a success. AGLAIA. A i f« r ambition which every one needs. G is for good times, the outgrowth of go. .d deeds, 1. for learning in a sure and pleasant way. for admiration Aglaia gets every day. 1 for ideals which every one must know. for all good things Aglaia doth bestow. With a program on Tennyson’s Idylls of the King, the Ag’aia girls c; 1-cliuled their interesting and instructive study of the days of Chivalry. The adventures of Sir Launcelot. Sir Gareth, and Sir Galahad were well told and we feel that our semestc ’s work has been both helpful and enjoyable. hi “Mothers Day a number of our mothers were with the club. After a well rendered program on Lowell’s Vision of Sir Launfal. a delightin’ social hour was enjoyed. The last few programs of the club for this sent 1 r have been especially interesting. Part of the time was devoted to the study of the Shakespearean play which was presented this year. ()n the whole the year’s work has been very significant. The study of the character and myth’s of Xorse mythology and the growth and decline of chivalry have both proved interesting and instructive. The year has been one of the most successful in Aglaia’s career and we feel that we have tried to follow in the footsteps of “Aglaia.” the grace of music and poetry. CLIO. For the C!i this year has been one of the most successful o’ its hist 1 y. As the oldest of the girls’ clubs, it has a record that is unsurpassed. To promote the ideals of womanhood, to give instruction, and t � afford jolly good times, has been its aim. J. L. w . CURRY LITERARY SOCIETY With the increased membership of earnest and capable girls. the Um began the vear in touring the United States. In visiting the interesting sections of our great country, the girls were thrown together in a way which served to develop the spirit of good fellowship. The last half of the year has been devoted to studying the various institutions of learning in America and Kurope. Some exceedingly interesting programs have been enjoyed. A debate was recently held, the subject being, “Resolved. That it is better to attend a coeducational than a segregated college. The affirmative was upheld l Miss Lena Kellogg, and the negative by Miss Tillie Alexander. The judges decided in favor of the affirmative. In addition to the regular course of study, parliamentary law has been given special attention, ami the members have’been greatly benefited in this important phase of club work. The Clio is looking forward to next year as being a still more successful one. as under a corps of new officers, and with many new members it will continue to do its part toward developing the moral, intellectual and social life of dear old 11. H. S. PIERIAN. The Pierian spring is still fresh and flowing, and its members are drinking deep of its clear waters. Mythology the wonderful legends of the ancients. their duties, superstitions, and symbolisms in nature- has been revived. 'Phis study has proved exceedingly interesting and the girls have done their best in portraying the lovely romances, the gay frolics, and immortal struggles of the gods. The history of the world and its creation according to the beliefs of the ancients have been compared with modem ideas. Vulcan and his forges have been likened to the iron industry. Mercury to rapid transit, and Mars to war. These ancient stories have furnished knowledge as well as pleasure to the club members. The study has proved one of the most successful ever undertaken by the Pierian, and the girls will he sorry to leave their Hympian favorites. P.cfore the closing of school, a declamatory contest and a very interesting Shakespearean program were held. It is with the knowledge of a successful year in literary work, in pleasure, and in the increase in size of the club to its fullest extent, that Pierian bids good-by for this year, only to begin the next with renewed strength to accomplish an even greater .success. CURRY. The Curry Literarv Society was organized at the beginning of the present semester. The club adopted tlu name of the late Hon. L L. M. Curry, the distinguished Alabamian whose history and life was impressively portrayed to the pupils of the High School by Mr. S. J. Upwie. Since organization the club lias adopted a constitution, elected officers, and selected pin and colors. Prom the beginning, the programs have been interesting and instructive. Essays, debates, discussions, and parliamentary practice have been enjoyed under the supervision of Mr. Landman and Mr. Haworth. In the oratorical contest, the Curry took second individual standing. There is promising material in its ranks, whose determination and ability insure the club's future success. HILLIARD LITERARY SOCIETY HILLIARD LITERARY SOCIET . Looking back upon this year's work, the Hilliard has well fulfilled its purpose. The members have received excellent training in the art of oratory and argument. Many successful debates on social, political and economic questions have been held between some of the members and discussions on literature and literary men have been much enjoyed. Two contests with Yancey and otic with the Curry ami Yancey have been held in the auditorium. The Hilliard won the first joint debate of the year. This was the second time in succession that the club won the joint debate. The Hilliard also won first place in the declamatory contest held on April 12. The numbers are looking forward to next year as being even a more successful one. Most of the good working material will remain with the club as there are only a few graduates among its members. Each one feels that the Hilliard will in the future continue its work for higher culture. YANCEY. This has been one of the most prosperous years in the history of the Yancey. Many new things have been undertaken and accomplished with great aptitude on the members parts. The Membership Committee deserves especial mention, for as a result of their good work, the club's enrollment has been almost doubled during the year. The Stan ling Committee h is arranged unusually good programs. The most important topics of the day have been debated and discussed. Among the most interesting debates was one on Equal Suffrage. Another interesting program was a Mock Trial. Some of the clubs best talent and wit was displayed and Mr. Reuben Lewis, as prosecuting attorney. bad little difficulty in thoroughly convincing the jury that the defendant was a real simpleton. Still other good work was shown in the declamation, contest. Mr. George Cox. Mr. Robert Good all. and Mr. Jack Ens en were chosen to represent the Yancey in the joint contest, in which Mr. George Cox won first place. The influence of the Yancey and the loyalty of the I ovs is strongly shown by the numerous visits which it has had from a’umni. ( btr f niter presidents who have visited us arc: Mr. W allace McAdory. Mr. lorn Estes. Mr. Paul Angell. Mr. Hudson Parker. Mr. Lee Hooper. Mr. Walter Orcutt. and Mr. Joseph John. . W'c are all ready for the annual picnic and feel that we can enjov the occasion to the fullest extent since our work has been so con cientioudy done. EUTERPFAN CLUB. The Eutcrpean lias had cue of the most successful years in tt career. One concert was given in the middle of the term, and enough In uL were cleared to buy a fine Grafonola. After this, regu’ar rehearsals were luld in preparation for commencement. The program is to he one of the best ever produced. I lirec v eil known singers are expected to sing the solos in the cantata. These are Mr. W ash-burn. Mr. Cone and Miss Bessie Cunningham. Don Murio. sung two vears ago. is to he repeated with greater excellence. The other heave music is to he the March from Tannhauser and The Beautiful Blue Danube. tt Indian love song entitled Minnehaha will also be given. In addition the CAST OF THE SOPHOMORE” Glee Club and probably the girls' chorus will sing several short songs. All of the chorus work is fine this year, and the soloists are all well known. Every one expects a grand success, for Miss Kitts wields the baton and Miss Moore is at the piano. GLEE CLUB. Two or three months ago the Glee Club was organized in the High School- a club with splendid possibilities. With the aide assistance of its supervisors and members the club has achieved such great success thaat it will not he long before both standing and programs will equal those of any college organization. The first entertainment was given at Bessemer. Friday. May the tenth, and was thoroughly enjoyed. Row. Boatman. Row. lake Me Back to Babyland. Bedouin's Love Song. “Tile Little Brown Church, Down by the Old Mill Stream. Honey. I Wants Yer Now. Love's Old Sweet Song. and The Skipper of St. Ives were among the best numbers. Both solos and choruses were worthy of the greatest applause. Next vear the prospects are even brighter than they have been this year, tor the C lub expects to give several entertainments—certain successes, on account of the great ability and enthusiasm of the members. DRAMATIC CLUB. Most of the work of the Dramatic Club takes place not in the individual meetings, but in the promotion of expression in every phase of the school life. The club is broadening its sphere and hopes to accomplish much in dramatic art. The Dramatic Club, itt company with the Glee Club and orchestra, gave a delightful entertainment at Bessemer on Friday. Mas the ninth. The merry party chartered a special car for the trip and spent quite a pleasant evening in the Marvel City. The Christmas Carol. which Was played at our High School on Dickens’ Day. was repeated and was again a decided success. 'Pile club is proud f the impression its sponsor and talented members have made in the entire Birmingham district. Much credit is due Miss Weaver for her excellent training. The Shakespearean play this year will be under the supervision of the Dramatic Club and promises to be a performance worthy of praise. Following is the cast for the play: Claudio _____ Benedick ____ Don Pedro Ddn John ____ Lconato______ Antonio______ Balthazar____ Borachio ____ Conrade _____ Dogberry_____ V'erges _____ Friar Francis Hero_________ Beatrice_____ Margaret_____ Ursula_______ Messenger ..... Harry W hite ____ George Cox ____ Leo Karpeles Meek Norment . . Lewis Smith . Everett Strange _____Jack Cozinc F.rle Stapleton __ Gustav Maase Solomon Garden ____ N ance W ier Lewis Woodson Frances Williams __ Louise McCoy _ Orline Barnett -----Susie Perry . William Ratliff CLIO LITERARY SOCIETY JEANNE ADLER Miss I.ucile Lenk of the 1910 class will return home the end of May f.om Philadelphia where she has been spending the winter studying voice. Mr. Clement Wood visited us one Monday morning recently and gave us a very helpful talk on Patriotism. After graduating in law at Vale. Mr. Wood i now practicing in Birming-hatn. The Iligii School Orchestra. Glee Club and the Christmas Carol ' cast went to Bessemer 011 Friday night. May 10. to give a performance. A large number of the High School pupils went with them and had a pleasant evening, showing the people of Bessemer what the High School can really do. The many friends of Miss Edith Hays, class of 905. will be interested to know that after a course of two years study at the Methodist College m Nashville, she has been selected by the authorities in Washington to go a-a missionary to China, thereby fulfilling the class prophecy. Mr. Edward Howard Griggs spent from April 29 to May 4 in Birmingham. delivering bis annual series of lectures. The subjects chosen for tlv.s vear's study were lennxson and Shakespeare. With bis wondeitul iuiei-pretation of the masterpieces of these famous poets. Mr. Griggs charmed ids audiences. ()nc of the most charming luncheons given this year by the members of the Domestic Science class was that of Miss Hattie Childers and Miss Gertrude Deaton. The dining room was artistically decorated in white peonies and ferns carrying out the color scheme of green and white beautifully. At each seat were charming “Fluffy Ruffles which served as place cards. Those partaking of the gracious hospitality of Miss Childers and Mis-Deaton were Miss Thornton. Miss Mansis. Miss Hudler and Misses I reddie Truslow. Louise McCoy. Esther Arnold. Annie Franklin, Marion Childers. Louise Deaton. Ethel Abbott and Mrs. Haul Copeland. 59 .Miss Rosalie Joseph, a graduate of class '09. who has been in Knrope the whole winter, sent a most interesting card of the Temple of Pollux which is in (lirgenti, Sicily, to Miss 1 hornton. It was very interesting to the classes studying Virgil to see a picture of the land which thev had been reading about. I lie High School was glad to hear that Leon Israel, the orator of last year s graduating class, won the Thomas Medal at the I'Diversity of Alabama for the best declamation given at their annual contest. The subject which Mr. Israel chose was I he I nknown Speaker, by l.ippard. and it is interesting to know that the medal was awarded him unanimously. nother of the series of entertainments which Mr. Brown has been giving during the year was a reception given by the pupils of the Commercial. Mechanical Drawing and Manual Arts Departments. The gymnasium was decorated with pennants of all kinds and presented a charming scene to the guests. Ice cream was served. I his was one of the most successful entertainments of the year. tiiong the mans delightful luncheons given by the Senior Cooking Class was that of Misses Stella May White and Nell rnott. The High School colors, red and white, were carried out both in the decorations and the menu. Those present besides the hostesses were Misses Ktliel Colvard. Mildred Kell. Sara McNeill. May Hansis. Messrs. Stuart Coleman, William Heidt. Leo Karpeles, Henry Hamilton and Ilngli Duncan. When the Metropolitan Opera Company went to tlanta for a week giving various operas, several of the History of Music pupils went on Pri-da to hear the operas Paust. Rigoletto and Tannhauser. Those who had this unusual opportunity to hear some of the greatest singers in the world were Messrs. rthur Hale. Leo Karpeles and Jack Smith, and Misses Kathryn Tierce. Mabel Marler. Genevieve Kurt and Miss Moore. )ii May Hi. the High School dining-room was the scene of a delightful luncheon given by Misses Alma Bachman and Sarah Betts. The color scheme of red and green was attractively carried out in the decorations of the dining-rot 111 and in the place cards. A delightful three course luncheon was enjoyed by Misses May Hansis. Bessie Merrill. Lottie Cross. Latiye Smith. Nora Burke. Kmilv Drvman. Blanche Taylor. Ruby Heaton. Vivian Slaton and Jeanette Boifeuillet. The Shakespearean pla chosen to he given this year is Much Ado bout Nothing. Pilose who are taking part in it are Misses Louise McCoy. Prances Williams Orline Barnett. Susie Kerry and Messrs. George Cox. Lewis Smith. Leo Karpeles. Meek Xorntent. Harry White, Karl Staple-ton. Gustav Maass, Solomon Garden, lack Smith. Joseph Carson. Vance Wier. Douglas Wingo. Lewis Woodson and lack Cozine. The school is much interested in the play and all are eagerly looking forward to its production. 60 Mr. and Mrs. A. B. Lovcman have announced the engagement and approaching marriage of their daughter. Fsther. to Mr. David Warren Kemp-ner, of Little Lock. Arkansas. Miss Lovcman graduated in the class of 1909. Her many friends will he sorry to learn that she will not live in Birmingham but will make her future home in Little Lock. After the wedding, which will take place in June at the home of her parents, the young couple will leave for New York, from which city they sail ft r many points of interest in I'urope. A beautiful entertainment of April was a luncheon given in the High School dining room by Miss llcne Glass and Miss Tillie Alexander. Never were hostesses more charming than these bright young girls when they so graciously extended their hospitality to a limited number • � f their classmates. The table was very artistic with its decoration of pink and white roses. Those present were Misses Mansis. Frances Williams, Lillian Monroe, and Kdythe Weaver, and Messrs. W illiam Ratliff. Lawrence Gregory. Meek Xorment. Karl Kesmodel. Harry White and l)r. Glass. Mr. Benjamin S. iross. of the Class of 1911. is one of the five men chosen by the Frcsman Class of Ttdanc as a candidate for the shield offered as a reward for the best all around” first-year man of the Cniversity. In speaking of the various men so honored, the Tulane Weekly says: Mr. Benjamin S. Gross is one of the characters of Tulane. having become known through his versatility and a somewhat audaciously brilliant talent. He has won the Jambalaya prize for a short story; has taken part in “Old Heildelberg, has served as class historian: has been elected to the secretaryship of the Forum as well as of the Chess and Checker Club; is editor-in-chief of this edition, ami only a few days ago in the annual Freshman-Sophomore debate delivered one of the most eloquent debates ever heard in the history of inter-class contests in the Cniversity. On March the twenty-ninth, the Seniors held their annual entertainment. The play chosen for this year was The Sophomore. The cast miller Miss Weaver's effective training, presented one of the most successful plays ever given in the auditorium. Miss Alice Jones, taking the role of Hope Alden. was charming. Mr. Joseph Cook took the part of the captain of the football team exceptionally well. Mr. Leo Karpeles as the absent-minded professor of physics acted with unusual appreciation of the character, and often brought the house down with laughter. Messrs. Strange. White. Dickinson. Smith, Carson and Gregory were the typical college boys eager for their university to win the “big game and portrayed them with remarkable fidelity. Misses Lillian Hughes and Bessie Tavman. taking the roles of the two old busy-bodies in the story, acted these difficult parts with wonderful ease and charm. Miss May Belle Patterson, as the inquisitive housemaid. was one of the most interesting characters in the play. At the conclusion of the play, the audience went down to the gymnasium, which was beautifully decorated with pennants and vines. There, all kinds of novelties were enjoyed. Among them were the human machine, a flying machine, a fortune-teller, and a fish pond. The pennant booth, candies, punch and ice cream added much to the evening's enjoyment. It is needless to say that the entertainment was a pronounced success in every way. 61 FOOT BALL TEAM PER ASPERA AD ASTRA. Will you put to li2mc Twirlers great «n fame? t )r will you fan the air And bring the coach despair? I is f«ir you to whoop. Either “Hit! or Ynop !’ ill you stand the pace? W ill you win the race? ( )r will you falter weak And show the yellow streak? Tis for you to sav. Either “Yea!” � r Nay! For if you want to be A swatsman like I . C’.. You’ll hit the hay at nine. Although your girl may pine: And I ravelv break the spell Cawt bv the bakerv's smell. LOWNDES MORTON Or if you want to lope You’ll cut out all that doj e nd eat no mince-meat pie. You'll sadly pass it 1 : Then, never stop to tease A pretzel at fohn I )‘s. —L. M. Hooking back over the annals of Old High we have failed to :t te a single year’s work in athletics that was as all-round excellent as this ne has been. It is true that some of the previous teams were stronger than hi year's but other teams of the same season were weak. However this car even tiam has been able to worthily and bravely defend the Crinvon-White.’ No te 'm was exceptionally strong or weak but thev a1! wer an hi nor to the school and added to her reputation for game, clean at hi tics. So we gaze back upon the viett rics and defeats of this year v illi a pic; -ant smite;. , To Coach Courleux belong the laurels for the seasons successes. he did not gain tlum bv having excellent athletes hut by making them. I « t in no line did he have a seasoned hunch of veterans at his command an 1 the material was not promising. Instead he had to dev clot) nun from a motley crowd.. However he was not daunted and accomplished the seem- TRACK TEAM jng impossible. The men tint he trained knew not only how to win hut hnw to lose like true sportsmen. So. in every way. he has proved himself a true coach. Here's hoping that he will return next year! TRACK. The season was opened on March yth when our lads were defeated bv the Y. M. A. in an indoor meet. Rut despite this fact we are in the midst of the most promising seasi n in this line of athletics ever k:t � wn at High. It seems that every record sit by former track teams will 1 o .-mashed. Newman and White are both running the too yards in eleven siconds and under. Jones demonstrated his superiority over Foe. the present record holder, by beating him in the Y. M. C. . meet on the 4:.:-yar«l run. O’Byrnc has already clipped the mile record while Bowron is running the half in 2:15 in practice, bowman i running the 440-yard in good time al . In the field events Beatty is vaulting 9 feet with the greatest ease, while Latham is going 5 feet 1 inch on the high jump without hurting himself. Roach is creating a sensation by tossing the sh« t 37 feet and over. INTER-CLASS MEET. April 11th the annual inter-class meet was held in East I’ark. The Sophomore class won the meet with a total of 29 points. However the Juniors ran them a close second with ji points and the excitement was intense. 'l he Freshmen came third with 3 points and the Seniors made a grand total of 2 points. The prettiest event pulled off was the mile run. u'ISyrne breasted the tape, with Brazeal a close second, setting a new record. Henry, or Sky Beatty also set the pole vaulting record up a few notches. The events and results are as follows: 100-yard Dash Newman (Soph.), first: White (Jr.), second: Latham (Jr.), third. Time. 11 seconds. 2201 Yard Dash—Jones (Soph.), first: Newman. (Soph.), second; Latham ( Ir. - third. Time. 26:3-5 seconds. 440-vard Dash—Jones (Soph.), first: Lowman (Soph.), second: Roach (|r.). third. Time. 57:4-5 seconds. 880-yard Run—Bowron (Soph.), first: Morton (Jr.), second: Burbage (Sr.), third. Time. 2 minutes 15:2-5 seconds. Mile Run—(V Byrne (Jr.), first: Bra zeal (Soph.), second; Johnston (Sr.), third. Time, 5 minutes 10 seconds. Former record. 5 minutes 10:2-5 seconds. Broad Jump—Morton (Jr.), first: Lowman (Soph.), second; Latham lr.). third. Distance. «7 feet 3 1-2 inches. High Jump—Latham (Jr.), first: Bowron (Soph.), second: Downey (Soph.), third! Distance. 5 feet. Pole Vault—Beat tv (Soph.), first: Jeannette (Fresh.), second :()'Byrne (lr.). third. Height. 8 feet n incite-. Fi wr rec rd. 8 feet (• 1-2 inches. Shot Put—Roach (Ir.L first: Morton (Jr.), second; Latham (Jr.), third. Distance. 33 feet n inches. Discus Throw—Roach (Jr.), first; Lowman (Soph.), second: Morton (Jr.), third. Distance. 88 feet 11 inches. Relay Race—Won by Sophomores. Total points—Sophomores. . : Juniors. 41: Freshmen. 3 Seniors. 2. 65 - BASEBALL TEAM. There yet remains upon the track calendar a meet with Howard College. Then. too. we will have a few representatives in the S. I. A. A. meet to he held on May nth. and it is thought that they will make quite a creditable showing against their older rivals. From the number of encounters which the leg artists will go through some idea of the track activity of this year mav he gained. Hitherto the coach thought that he had done his duty when he arranged the lone inter-class meet. We arc glad to see that this has changed and that track athletics are coming into their own. One of the best changes brought about this year was the granting of -IT's only to first place in some dual or inter-scholastic meet. This puts the track emblem n equal rank with the football, baseball nr basket-ball let-tit. nd here are the lads who have done the trick. )f course this takes in the cross-country team, for didn’t they win the cup? Mike O’Byme (capt.). Angnis Grant, Earl YYoltcrsdorf. Vivian Jones. George Whittc-more. Hardin Newman. W alter Hickey. irgil Roach. Henry Beatty. Henry Ftrazeal, Harold Bowron. and L. Morton. However there are a number of others who stand a good chance to make their letter: these are. Charley White. Allen Unvman. and Morris Latham. Luck to them! Y. M. C. A.. 56—B. H. S., 35. On May 2nd and 3rd the return dual meet between the High School and Y. M. C. A. cinder pounders was held in East Bark and as before V. M. C. A. was victorious, this time by a total of 56 points to High School's 35. A different tale would have been told had the meet been held entirely on one dav. Two days were given to it by Special request of the V. M. C. A. who did not want their distance runners to run t wo races in one day. However the meet was completely satisfactory as three records were smashed. Vivian Jones, our Spider.'' breasted the tape in the 440-yanl dash in the remarkable time of 53:35 seconds. The former record held by poe was 56:2-5 seconds. Henry Bra-zeal set up a new record for the mile run when he finished in the time of 4 minutes. 56 seconds. O’Byrne, the manager captain, ran the mile in the good time of 4 minutes. 58 seconds. The former record, held by Capt. O’Byrne, was 5 minutes and to seconds. Virgil Roach smashed the shot-put record when he pushed the leaden pellet V feet. The former record in this line was 34 feet 6 1-2 inches, held by BASEBALL. The real season in this line was opened mi April 17th with the Massey Business College game. And the opening was auspicious of a good season. Although the team is composed almost entirely of new material they acquitted themselves with glory. They proved themselves equal to their predecessors in handling the pellet and worthy of the praise of the school they uphold. If the horse-hiders continue as they have begun the dope points to much fame for B. H. S. The members of the squad are: Davis. Dillon. Jenkins. Antwinc. O’Barr, O’Bvrnc, Stephenson. Basore. Beasley. Cobh, Hanby. Smith. Wood and Mathias. Of this bunch of experts only three—Antwinc. Hanby and Basore —have played varsity hall before. The rest are the season's products but their playing does not show it. None of them are stars but they all arc good, steady, hard-working players. Hats off to them all! They are as loyal sons as ever wore the “Crimson-YVhite. 67 BASKET BALL TEAM MASSEY BUSINESS COLLEGE, 2—B. H. S.. 6. On April 17th at Behren’s Park the first encounter in High Schools baseball schedule took place. Naturally we had to win. so; Alas! Poor Massey! I'hc score was tied until the fifth inning and then gallant stick-work changed the 2 and 2 to a 5 and 2. But High School was not satisfied here and needs must tack another score on it in the seventh. The feature of the game was the pitching of Basorc. lie had all kinds of speed and control and made fourteen of the Massivcs eat the dust, allowing only three hits. •'Tubby ' Antwinc had the In nor of scoring two of the runs. Davis and O'Barr also performed well. Score: B. H. S.— A.B. R. H. E Masse v— A.B. II. R. i 1 Davis, s. s. 4 -i 1 0 1. Waters. 3b. - 4 0 j 3 2. Dillon. 3b 4 0 1 2 2. Mcl'ondishie. ib 4 2 0 0 lenkins. 1. t -4 2 0 n i. Spiver. s. s. 4 0 0 0 4• ntwine, c. f. 1 2 0 4. ()niel. 2b. 4 1 0 3 5 ()’Barr. ib. __ 4 1 0 0 ( Mum. r. f 3 0 0 0 6. Stephenson, c. j 2 1 1 6. Gault, c. f. 0 0 0 7- Mathias. 2b. _ - 4 t 1 1 7. Mullins, p. 3 0 0 1 8. Beaslev. r. t._ 0 0 0 8. Seals, I. f. 3 0 1 0 0- Cobb, r. f. 2 0 0 0 . l eas. c. 3 0 0 1 10 Basorc. p. . _ -4 0 0 1 — — Total- .31 3 2 8 Total - - -35 7 6 5 ENSLEY HIGH SCHOOL, c—B. H. S.f 14. The second game of the season was against Ensley High School at W est End Park and again B. II. S. is vicorious. Knsle was beaten in baseball almost as badlv as in football. The game was featureless throughout, and was takes as a joke by both sides. It remined one. both in the size of the score and the manner of playing. of the old games in the vacant lot. Batteries for Birmingham. Bnsore. Beasley and Stephens, n : for Knsley. Ponder and t ook. Score. B. II. S. 14: E. H. S. o. BESSEMER HIGH SCHOOL, o—B. H. S., 1. pril 25th the base-ball squad traveled to the city of Bessemer to tackle the High School of that place. The result was the prettiest battle seen in Birmingham this season. The team looked a strange sight due to the fact that several of the regulars took part only as spectators. Phis was the result of a private chat with Mr. Brown on the subject of two or more flunks. Hattie O’Barr and Yank Mathias were among this hunch and the team was weakened bv their absence. But what hoots it? We won. Prom the first it was seen that it would he a pitchers’ battle. Babe Basorc was in great form and held the Bessemeritcs t.. two measlv hits, and one of them was a scratch. Waters, the twirlcr for the little burgh. proved invincible throughout the entire game. He pitched a no-bit game. But he served up four wild ones to Beasley and therein met bis Waterloo. l or ( ) Beasley stoic second and third; then Ik cavorted home, on a pass hall, with the lone run of the contest. Dillon carried off the fielding honors for Birmingham. Beasley also occupied the spot-light. His pegging was perfect as Bessemer may testify. Davis. Antwine and Jenkins all fielded well. Antwine broke the record by fanning out all four times he was at the bat. Jenkins seems to be a comer. Some comment was made by the Bessemer fans upon the absence of any roi ter for ' ( )1 1 High.' This was not as it should be. Score: B. H. S.— A.B. R. H. F. Bessemer— A.B. H . R. E. 1. Davis, s. s. .. 4 0 0 0 1. Cargilc. s. s. _ — 3 1 O 0 2 . fenkins. 3b. . 4 0 0 0 2. Johnson, 3b. . - 3 0 0 0 3- Antwine. ib. 4 0 0 0 3. Carowav. ib. 4 0 0 0 4- Hanby, 1. f. 0 0 1 4. Hughes, r. f. - 3 1 0 0 5- Stephenson, c. f 3 0 0 0 '1 . Waters, c. 3 0 0 0 6. Beaslev. c. - - 2 0 0 1 6. Fit .pat rick. c. f 3 0 0 0 7- Dillon. 2l . 0 0 0 7. Little. 2h. — 3 0 0 1 8. Cobh, r. f. 3 0 0 0 8. Hill. 1. f. 0 0 0 9 Basore, p. 0 0 0 Ragsdale. 1. f. 0 0 0 0 — - — ■ to. L. Waters, p. 3 0 0 0 Total 28 0 1 2 — — Total 27 2 0 1 Struck out. Basore. 7: Waters. 12. E. H. S.. 4—B. H. S., 8. pril ist the second game between the rival high schools was held and again the younger aggregation received a sound spanking. The game was featureless throughout except for the good all-around work of Beasley. This lad's pegging was perfect and his fielding beyond reproach. Besides this good work he smashed out several nifty bingles, one of them for three bases. Batteries: B. H. S.. Wood and Beasley: Ensley. Pete and Cook. BESSEMER. 4—B. H. S.. 5. April 2nd the second game with Bessemer High School was pulled off and again our lads were victorious and this time not In errors. Bchreifs Park was the scene of the struggle. The feature of the game was the batting of Hanby and Vntwinc, both of them spoiled a few of Waters neatly delivered pellets. Tubby Antwine seems to be regaining bis stride of last year in every way. He is fielding smoothly and is always there with a juicy wallop. Batteries for Bessemer, Waters and Waters: for Birmingham. Basore and Beasley. B. H. S.. 4—JASPER. 2. B. H. S., 2—Jasper, 4. )n April 4th. the baseball team went to Jasper, Ala., and played the High School of that place a double-header, winning the first and losing the second. In the first game everything went our way. Antwine played a good 70 fielding game. Stephenson was in the limelight all the game: his pegging was good and he smote a pellet on the beak for 2 base. with two men on base. lie then stole third and romped home when the third baseman misjudged a binglc off the bat of Jenkins. Wood, who has just joined the squad, pitched a good game. They couldn t do anything with him in the pinches. Score: B. II. S.— A.B. R. H. E J. It. S.- A.B. 11. R. E. 1. Beaslev. 1. f —4 0 0 • � 1. ()'Rear, s. s. -4 2 0 0 2. Davis, s. s 1 1 1 ?. all. C. f. 4 0 0 0 3- Ilanbv. 3b. —4 0 1 3 'i. - V Drake. 2b. - 4 0 0 0 4- Antwine. lb. .. 3 1 0 0 4- Dowling, p. __ 1 1 0 0 5- Stephenson, c. —3 1 1 0 5 Richardson, 1. f. 3 1 0 0 6. fenkins. 2b. —3 0 0 0 A. Hamilton, r. f. 3 1 1 0 7- I'Barr. c. f. 2 1 0 0 7- Hammond, c. .. —3 0 0 0 8. Cobb, r. f. --3 i 1 0 8. Barrett. il . .. 3 0 0 1 9- W ood. p. —3 0 0 0 9- Amis. 3b. 3 0 1 3 Total —29 5 4 4 Total 31 5 2 4 The second game was sewed up by the local team in the fourth inning in a hitting rally, when they slammed out four hits in rapid succes ion driving Basore from the hill. 1'rom the first they landed on the slow curve of Basore but after «x d was sent in thev did nothing at all. Wood is pitching jam-up ball, lie is not a strike-out artist but is a steady. ha d worker. Sc ire: B. H. S. A.B. R. II. E 1. Davis, s. s. _ _ 0 0 1 2. Ilanbv. 3b. — 4 0 1 0 3. lenkins. 2b. __ 4 2 0 0 4- Stephenson, c - 3 1 1 0 5. ntwine, ib. -- 3 2 0 0 6. O'Barr. r. f. 3 0 0 0 7- Beaslev. c. f. __ -3 1 0 0 8. Dillon. 1. f. — 3 1 0 0 9. Basore, Wood. P 3 1 0 0 J. II. S.— A.B. II. R. E. 1. Wall. 1. f. [ 1 0 1 2. Stovall, r. f. 3 _ 0 0 3- ( ’Rear. s. s. -—3 2 1 2 4- Drake. 2b. 1 0 2 5- Dowling, p. 3 0 0 0 6. Hammond, e. 3 0 0 0 7- Richardson. 3b. 3 1 1 0 8. Barrett, ib - —-3 2 1 0 9. Hamilton, c. f. — 3 1 1 0 Total____________-30 8 2 Total............-28 10 4 5 There is a number of loyal sons f “Old High leaving with the Senior class and we wish them luck in their future undertakings. However there are several in whom this department is especially interested. These are the lads who have made their letter by defending their school against some hated rivals and we give each a most hearty God-speed. .May they continue the good work they began here and may we hear from them in the world that they decide to conquer. The following are clippings from a Jasper paper: Those Birmingham boys are as gentlemanly a hunch as we ever saw on a ball field and they made a lot of friends in jasper by their gentlemanly tallies. Notice how those Birmingham boys obeyed the coach and did everything he said? The Jasper boys should get on to this plan. 71 The Tripod, of Boston, is as good as ever, and has a new cover design and three clear photographs. As usual, the W iregrassian. of Hartford. Alabama. is a brilliant little paper; however, it ought to have a few short stories added. The Tiger. Little Rock. Ark., lias improved wonderfully. The Prcdestinarian. of Anniston. Ala., will publish an annual on June 4th. W e wish this paper all success, and hope it will continue to grow as it has begun. High School Voice. Owensboro, Ky. Your March number contains an excellent story. One of our exchanges carries two full pages of tobacco and drink ads. W e are glad t � say that we do not find another school paper that is guilty of such an act. High School Pulse. Jasper. la. You have made a wonderful start, but you need more room. Why not enlarge the paper, and avoid crowding the material ? The Eagle. Mexico. Mo. Your April Exchange department is quite cross: still those savage criticisms may be caused by an attack on your prosperous advertisement section. “Among the Hills” i- an unusually thoughtful and pleasing story. I he Dragon, (ireenficld, Ohio, is an interesting little paper. It is not very ferocious, in spite of its name, but two or three of its cuts are fierce. I he Crimson. Louisville. Ky., is the most original and wide-awake paper on our exchange list. 1 he Collegian, Oxford, Ohio. How can so perfect a paper be published without an advertising section? 1 he Classicuin, Ogden. I’tah. contains a good poem, and an interesting short story. The cover is artistic. - Black and Gold. Montgomery. Ala. S ou have rather small print, and n«i Action, poetry, or exchange departments. I he Reflector. Linevillc. Ala. Your first number is a decided success. Y e are glad to find so well rounded a paper. We miss the Exchange department. but when that is added, the paper will he complete. The Mirror wishes you all success. I he I’urple and White. Jacksonville. Ala., is another enterprising beginner. Its joke department needs developing, but on the whole, it is a good paper. I lealthy boy. Cigarettes. Little grave. Violets.- Ex. Hostess—Oh. Professor, didn't you bring your wife? I’rof. Karpelcs—There! I knew 1 forgot something! Teacher—What arc the English names for I. Allegro and II Penscroso? Victim—Happy Hooligan and Gloomy Gus.— Ex. I'inklestein—I key is dead. Goldberg—Is he? Fi n k lest ein—X o. 1 key. — Ex. A chink by the name of Citing-Ling Fell off a street car—bing. bing! The conductor sighed Vnd to queries replied. “The car lost a washer —ding. ding. —Ex. Demist—We must kill the nerve in that tooth. Patient Then I will go out of the room. I’m too tender-hearted to witness it. Slow, isn't it? Yes, let's go home.” I can’t. I'm the host.”—Ex. There was a young man from the city Who saw what he thought was a kitty: He gave it a pat. nd soon after that He buried his clothes—what a pity. Miss )ldum thinks that hotel clerk just lovelv. Why so? I be wrote opposite her name on the hotel register, suite 16. Little drops in water— Little drops on land— Make the aviator Join the heavenly hand. 73 —Satire. I-ink—Your son is pursuing his studies, is he? Dink—I guess so. lie's always behind. —Ex. Lady (at fashionable hall)—Do you know‘that ugly gentleman sitting opposite to us? Partner—That is my brother, madam. Ladv (in confusion)—Ah! 1 beg vour pardon. 1 had not noticed the resemblance. Last night I held a little hand. So dainty and so neat. Met bought mv heart would burst with joy. So wildly did it beat. No other hand into my soul Could greater solace bring. eater solace bring. Lor the hand I held last night Was four aces and a king. —Ex. THINK IT OVER. The traditional fool and his money are lucky ever to hav in the first place.—Puck. c got together 74 LEWIS SMITH LUTHER O'BAR Wiers of swell stuff as dreams are made on--Shakespeare. The fall of the House of I'slier—Arthur Hale slips up on a banana peel. For Rent—Brain room. S. J. J. Savage Morton is being advertised as an output of the Birmingham Nut Produce Co. Kathrvn Tierce (while crossing Coosa river) Isn't that a large river to be so small! To Remove Paint—Sit down on it before it is dry. Discovered by Burdette iarrison. Joe Carson (in Yancc) meeting)- I move that we reconsider the motion and revote again. Jeanette (to Henry Beattie)—I’m looking for a tall man. bred B.—Have you seen me yet? Mr. Chase—What did Thesus do to the giant? Lawrence Saks—He eliminated him. Wanted—To know whv I am so popular just before exams start. JOHN HEIDT. Russell Moore (to lunch counter girl)—Say. 1 found a fly in my mince meat pie and I want to exchange it fur a raisin. 75 mJ Eric Stapleton—George, can yon do the landlord in this scene? George Cox—Certainly! I’ve done mail} a landlord. An Atlantian (seeing Jack Smith with two suit cases and Mabel Marler with one. walking together) Oh. look at the newly married couple! Miss Thornton (in Latin class)— Edna, give the idiom for to be verv popular.” Edna A.—Hunter Wallace. Mr. McC,lathery— hen I look at the book through this microscope the letters look as big as— Lowndes Morton—Tramps feet. Mr. Counselman—giving an almost impossible example—Why. I saw that example on a test once. Bright Pupil—Was that all you did? Miss Chambless (calling roll) Does anyone know whether Ruth M. is sick or has a plume? Burdette (I. (very innocently) Yes’m. it's 42 R. People's. W oodlawn. This is the Western hemisphere. That includes our country so beloved and dear That holds the school we love and revere. That hires the teacher with manner austere. That keeps a roll-book always near. That records the marks of the 1912th year. The bluffs the pupils that have no fear That studied their lessons so very cpieer. That flunked me. poor little WTER. Business Manager (going into a photograhperV)- I w uld like 1.. talk to you about advertising in The Mirror, our High School paper. Photographer—Sorry, son. but I really haven’t got time. I’ve got so much to do that I can't handle all my customers, much less talk about advertising. Next day: Business Manager, entering the same place—I want 0, yCt your prices on a picture for The Mirror. Photographer—Yes. sir! Com eright in. I will show you what kind of work we do. I would like to do Jthat for you people, because we are well prepared and have plenty of time for it. I never was a Latin shark It won’t tit in my head. Dead languages are only tit Eor converse with the dead. Of all this old Aeneas stuff I just can’t get the hang. I wish they’d teach us baseball talk. nd sprinkle it with slang. And when I've passed my last milestone. (This is mv latest prayer) ( h. let no lengthy lingoes taint The heavenly atmosphere! FRED W. I’AXOW. Jr. 79 THE “SCRITCH OWL.” I h heavy sun's done drap down Jes’ like it uz goin’ home. And dat old scritch owl’s done dew round. Caze I feel deni shivers conic. II oo-oo oo-oo-oo, I I oo-oo-oo-oo-oo, He hollers till von wish he ’uz dead. I 11)0- HHK)- HHIII. 11cm - x - -«x -« x � , Th hair done riz on th top or my head. I ie s a-setting right dar in th dead pine tree. Th’ one with jes' one liui . Ez peart en sassy ez sassy kin he -(iee. don’t I wish I had a holt er him. II )0-o� l-00-( ) )-0 � . II • X l-OO-l.H w ww o. Makes you feel lak yo’ folks are dead. I loo-po-oo-oo-oo, 11 on-oo-oo-oo-oo. En my heart’s done gone en turned to lead. He dassent c me an tin’ in the I n ad day light. hen you’re feeling good en spry. i’.ut he sets up dar when it goes to getting night En hollers, en hollers till you want to die. I I oo-oo-oo-oo-oo, 11 on-oo-oo-oo-oo. Snmpin's gwine er happen. I km : II oo-OO-OO-OO-OO. 11 oo-oo-oo-oo-oo, Trouble’s a-comin' fur sho . I'ussing won't make im hesh his ole oiig. C’aze he knows whut lie’s about. En nothin' won't make im git en go erlong Till you turn yo' pockets out. 11 (io-oo-or -o -o . II ot i-(io-( x � - x i- M . Dar now. olT you go. I IOO-OO-OO-OiKio. 1 loo-oo-oo-oo-Ot i. D n't you come cround er-scritching no mo’. Vivian Slaton. PEACHES. Peaches, ell. peaches are fuzzy things and Sally says every time she eats one it makes her face sting. She don't know what -lie's talking about: why just wait till she has a bee sting her and then she'll know what sure enough stinging is. hy once up« n a time I had a bee sting me and mv jaw swelled up so that I couldn’t talk for a long time. Hut speaking of long times, well, it sure has been a long time -ince Christmas. Santa Claus brought me a whole lot of things last vear. apples, oranges, and- no he didn't bring me any peaches. This is all 1 know about p aches, but its a whole lot and I hope I get a hundred. —JOE COOK. ’12. • e’ve heard of many bonehead stunts. nd escapades obtuse. Put on the level. Lovick Stephenson carried off the laurels when lie took Doris M------to Xunnally's without any ctsh. 77 PHYSICAL GEOMETRY. To prove: That wind is blind. Proof: W ind is a zephyr. Zephyr is a yarn. Yarn is a tale. 'fail is an attachment. ttaehment is love. Love is blind. Therefore Wind is blind. (J. E. D. M DESTY INCARNATED. Ralph Jackson doesn’t mind conquering a Ledger inspector, a barber, and several oilier knights of the ring in one afternoon, but when Clifton Cant clou calls him a “white hope” he objects (mildly. � f course). THIS IS AWFUL. Leo K Does Coston live on 30th street? Editor—No. Why do you ask' Leo—Well, isn’t he always there? INFORMATION WANTED. If Mr. Brown would not allow Counsehnan to Chase Bandurin, who would Foster Anslcy? MISS II. I� . HOLD ME. CASSIUS. OR I SINK. Clifton Cantelou (dramatically): If lohn McDonough and Si lomon Garden start a driumvirote of power in the Hilliard. I’ll cross the Rubicon! IN 229. Hood (declining duo): Duo. ducc- Miss Thornton (looking up): Do you what? A SURPRISE. Solomon I’carman paid his club dues. Treasurer may recover. The orchestra played a creepy, minor strain ending in a crash, and while the tyinpani made the night hideous, the villain crossed the stage. “Aha!” he shrieked, drawing his dark mantle before his face. 1 know not what I shall do! Alone, all alone, in a great High School! Me friends have deserted mull! Also mv plot to hold office in the Curry has evaporated to thin air! But wait! I have not finished. I am bidin me time!” and with a vicious snap at a stage property chair he vanished amid deafening silence. George Cox was complaining that his love scene in the play had been left out. Miss W.—The boys and girls would laugh at it. George—Let them laugh! Miss W.—When I make love 1 like for it to be serious. 7 A CREWLESS SHIP. “After a shoit run across the soft green turf the crewless ship, alias the Phantom, look to the air in a long sweeping? curve. Cheer after cheer rose from thi- multitude below as they gazed with awe upon this, the most wonderful production of the brain of man. “Higher and higher it rose as if in defiance of the laws of nature and of science. Dipping downward it passed with a rush close over the heads of the awed multitude, then sweeping upward it described a graceful loop. Mounting again into the blue directly over the heads of the people it started a number of weird performances. Suddenly a crack was heard from the controlling station near by and the aerial pole, by which the guiding electrical impulses were sent to the ship, broke near the ground. The people below were paralyzed by the sight of the falling ship bearing directly toward them. Down it cahc turning as it fell. A stillness as of death was over the cringing crowd. Closer and closer it came. Now the whistle of the wind could he heard as if singing a song of death through the rigging of the doomed air-ship. Suddenly the story ceased as the dinner hell clanged through the halls of the asylum and the three old men- hastened down to dinner, the mad scientist leading the way. —Vivian Jones. ’14. IL AIME SON PERE. In the spring A vc ting man's fancy turns to love: He went to sing Beneath the window of hi clove. But her pap From sleep awoke and liked it not. He smashed his map. Poor chap, with a geranium pot. L. M. BEFORE THE AMBULANCE ARRIVED. If Yictorine should run away with Lucy's Heart. w« uld Cleburne Before ? ' X. Y. Z. If Mabel Marler can draw can Lindsay Cooke? If Harold Bowron's grammar is bad. is Miss I.otspcich good? If Jesse Burbage is good looking, is Everett Strange? The conductor was just about to ring twice, when he stuck bis head into the car and veiled, “Is Miss Cameron?” If I'erd Marx lias a balky horse, would M. H. Burger leader? If women can vote, can a telegraph pole? If the L. N. send freight by land, does the steamship by water? If I can mow. can the smokestack? If May is a sister to Inez, 1 wonder who is Miss Hansis? If New York is the center for talcum powder, is Baton Rouge? If Morris Werhteinier got into a legal quarrel, would Hattie Sue Baker? If a mile is 5.280 feet, is a grave yard? If lumber is wood, is coal oil? If the price of the Cnderwoo l typewriter is $100. is the Densmore? 70 CAST OF CHRISTMAS CAROL' SENIOR DEPARTMENT ♦)� Motto: “Fidcli certa merces, To the faithful a sure reward.” A Colors: Lavender and white. Flower: White rose. ♦ ♦ OFFICERS President _______________ Vice-President----------- Corresponding Secretary Recording Secretary------ Treasurer --------------- Historian---------------- Statistician------------- Prophet------------------ Essayist ---------------- Orator ------------------ Poet--------------------- Pianist------------------ Vocalist ---------------- _______Joseph Robert Cook _______ (Iracic May Smith ____Frances Foncs W illiams _______ Mice McLean Jones _______ rthur Brooks Hale Tillie Marguerite Alexander ________Lewis Martin Smith _ Evalina Hewitt YVilkerson ____ Capitola Bruce Moody _______Leo Milton Karpelcs ... Enum Josephine Geltlers ____ Kathryn Hester Tierce Leona Karoline Lovcman 81 82 Joseph Robert Cook. President. I l«i was tlu noblest Roman of them all. Grade May Smith. Vice President. Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye. In every gesture, dignity and love ' Alice McLean Jones. Recording Secy. Is she not more than painting can express. Or youthful poets fancy when they lover Frances Fones Williams. Corresponding Secy. A perfect woman, nobly planned. To warn, to comfort, and command.” «3 Arthur Brooks Hale. Treasurer. Noue hut himself can be his parallel. Evalina Hewitt Wilkerson. Prophet. To know her is to love her. To name her but to praise. Tillie Marguerite Alexander. Historian. Thou living ray of intellectual tire. Capitola Bruce Moody. Essayist. Great thoughts like great deeds need no trumpets. 1 Emma Josephine Geldcrs. Poet. Of all those arts in which the wise excel Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. Kathryn Hester Tierce. Pianist. “Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine. Leona Karoline Loveman. Vocalist. O, how wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. 85 Leo Milton Karpelcs. Orator. There is no tnic orator who is not a hero. Gladys Daily Allison. A rosebud set with little wilful thorns And sweet a English air could make her. she. Lucy Geraldine Armstrong. Thy pathway lies among the stars.” Clebourne Atnmcn Basore. Be mine a philosopher's life in quiet woodland ways. Susie Ethel Arnold. “For truth has such a face and such a mien. As to bo loved needs only to be seen. Alma Lamar Bachman. Those about her from her shall read the perfect ways of honor. 87 Ernestine Buckshaw. The mind, the music breathing from her face. Nora Agnes Burke. My mind to me a kingdom is.” James Thomas Felder. Never idle a moment but thrifty and thoughtful of others.” Genevieve Rose Burt. “A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.” 88 Nellie Carothers. Her a:r. her manners all who saw admired.” Laurance Riddick Gregory. His heart as fnr from fraud as heaven from earth. Martha Lawrence Bradshaw. O lady, nobility i thine, and thy form is the reflection of thy nature.'’ T. V. Davis. High thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy. 90 William Bell Foster. William Theodore Heidt. Jessie Gertrude Deaton. A lender heart; a will inflexible.” Emily Dryman. “Her voice was ever suit, gentle and low; an excellent thing in woman.” Minnie Jessie Crumley. A noble mind enshrined in virtue. Mittie Minnie Burge. By wisdom wealth is won ’ Dorothy Ranson. A the song of the lark proclaimeth dawn Doth her laughter waken sunshine ’ Fannie Hilda Rubel. A soul of power, a well of lofty Thought, A chastened Hope that ever points to Heaven.” Lizzie Lee Pound. A cheerful temper joined with ittno cen.ce.” 94 Allic Levervc Smith. 95 Mary Allene Glass. The bravesi arc the tend’rest. The loving are the daring.’ 96 William Thomas Ratliff. Lillian Caroline Hughes. “She is pretty to walk with. And pretty to talk with, And pleasant, too. to think on. 97 Joseph Marvin Hickey. Truth is the summit of living. Curtis Crawford Harper. The mind's the standard of the man. ( 98 Velma Walker. “Courteous though though retired. coy, ami gentle. Marguerite Todd. “1 would applaud thee to the very echo that would applaud again. 99 Jessamin Marguerite Martin. i he noble mind the best contentment has.” Olivia Ready Massey. I hou shalt be happy and make many others happy.” Eunice Bell Milner. “And ease of heart her every look convey'd.” Charles Jay Victoreen. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts. ic o Morris Wertheimer. lOI Ethel Mary Abbott. A countenance in which ]iil meet Sweet records, and promises as sweet. Menona Merle Alford. The beauty of a lovely woman is like music. 102 Jennie Lane Price. The bloom of opening flowers' unsullied beamy Softness and sweetest innocence she wears. Eugenia May Price. •'And all her looks a calm disclose Of innocence and truth. 103 Americus Robinson Normcnt. Great thoughts, great feelings came to him I ike instincts unawares. If 4 i°5 Claude Hunter Wallace. Burnicc Othello Thompson. Virtue th«f strength ami beauty of the soul is the best gift of heaven.” Elsie Patrick Thum. Exceedingly wise, fair spoken and persuading.” Charles Curtis King. Of truth, he truly will all styles deserve, Of wise, good, just; a man both soul and nerve.” Bessie Millar Tayman. Mas our whole world gone nearer to the glow Of your soft splendors that you are so bright?” io7 Lucy Hart Lyman. Stella Maud McClellan. “Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes. Soft as her dime and sunny as her skies. Mary Evelyn Wilson. Hattie Sue Baker. Edna Daphne Allison. ‘‘Can the world buy such a jewel? I IO Charles Dickinson. Ruby Mae Heaton. She is the pride of her own familiar sphere.” 1 I I Francis Marien Jacobs. Tis virtue that doth make women most admired.” Many, many years ago. centuries it seems, blit in reality only eleven years, there occurred an event which is considered the most important � f ancient, mediaeval. « r modem history. What difference does it make whether Columbus discovered America in 55 II. C. or 1492. if everyone knows that the Senior Class of 1912 began its journey to diploma land in the year 1901? Oh. those first days of school! Will we ever forget them? What an impressive body we must have been! I am sure the teachers were inspired with the glow of intelligence which lighted our beaming countenances. W e were intelligent, there is really no doubt about that, for we actually knew our own names: but how to spell them! Oh, well, that was another question. In a few weeks we had learned to spell cat backwards; and we could count to ten. all by ourselves, if the teacher would only tell us what came after two. and before three, and whether four came before seven or one. We also learned that teacher was not half so sweet as Mama and Papa, for she wouldn't let you get a drink of water but once every fifteen minutes, even if you cried for it ! We were so extraordinarily bright, precocious you know, that it is a miracle that some dreadful calamity did not befall us; we were too smart to exist. One day something wonderful did happen, we all rushed home with the important news that we were to he demoted, or something like that. The second, third, and fourth grades, up through the sixth, in fact, were easy sailing for most of us. but when we came to the seventh!—let us draw a long breath preparatory to thinking of the hardships of that year. There was something in view, however, which served as an incentive when we were mired in the slough of complex sentences and bank discount. S� h)ii we were to go to High School! How proud we felt, and how far above the pupils in the lower grades, why—er—they were mere children and we—we were going to High School. The day arrived at last. September iX. 1908. As we entered the doors that morning, with our numbers slightly diminished, however, we were full of the fact that we were High School pupils. W e had forgotten that pride goeth before a fall, and such a fall we received—with a severe bump thrown in. We were rats -despised name! , well, we didn't care (maybe we didn’t, but I doubt it). The first week was spent in poring over schedules, and finding ourselves in the kitchen when we should have been in the Latin class. Mam times we were tempted to go to the office with the other lost articles. Senior text books, for example. We were not as green as we had been judged, however; for after we had been duly initiated, we solved the mystery of winding halls, and misleading stairways. Year bv year we climbed, our numbers diminishing as we went, for some would fall down each term, overcome by Caesar, or another equally severe foe. s we neared our Junior year we trembled, for had we not heard rumors of 229? Many of us had had experience there when we had mised our car. or our clock had stopped. But Latin in 229 was quite differ- 113 ent from merely being sent there as punishment for tardiness, It was not so bad as we had expected, yet after a few days we learned that our past education had been sadlv deficient. W e had not learned in the chart class that we must hold our book in our left hand at least, if we had. most of us had forgotten it! Seniors, glorious name! At last we were seniors, but to dream one’s self a senior, and to really be one are two entirely different matters. Seniors are perhaps the most mistreated beings on the face of the earth. Just look at us, and you will see for yourself that this statement is true. Why, the teachers formed themselves into a regular conspiracy against us. W e were given sixty lines of Latin, over which we must spend three hours, a chemistry lesson consisting of fifty-eight reactions which required four hours, six problems in trigonometry, each of which took three hours, and an English lesson which took at least five, making a total of thirty-two hours spent each day in preparing the next day’s lessons. That is what is the matter with us. we have been puzzling our brains over a method of studying thirty-two hours a day when there are only twenty-four hours in a day. In addition to all this we had to read one hundred and fifty poems in one night, and write a theme each week on such a subject as an Assyrian Kabylonish epic. Now don't you wish you were Seniors? W e were brave, steadfast and true, however, and we fought valiantly, falling down often, vet persevering, and now—oh. now we have won! Vet we sigh as we realize that the history of our class is complete. No. it is not complete, for while we may have finished our course, and obtained our diplomas we are still a class, and will remain the class of 1912 throughout the ages. Though we may be separated, in each of our hearts the memory of our classmates will live forever. W e shall always think of the High School as the place where the most important chapter of our history was enacted, and as its alumni we shall always sing, “Hail to the crimson and white, boys. The colors we love so well. Thy loyal sons now salute thee As thy folds on the brcez.es swell!” —Tillte Alexander. 12. •I THE COMPLETE AND UNABRIDGED STATISTICS OF THE WONDERFUL CLASS OF 1912. Now just a word or two before I say anything. When I had the honor to be chosen as statistician of this remarkable class of 1912. the duties of said office were almost entirely unfamiliar to me. To learn what it was that I was bound by solemn oath to perform. I took an extensive tour around the world. I wandered for days in the jungles of Africa, crossed over to Madagascar and continued the search. From there I sailed East through the Suez Canal, around the Cape of Good Hope, through the Panama Canal and up the Alabama river to Pratt City. Here I landed, and finding that it was May 30th. I boarded a car standing idly by on a dilapidated conglomeration of the product of some bankrupt rail mill. I took a seat on the port side near the back. When the car started it began to move and very soon I came to the conclusion that it was either off the track or had been out all night. As the car was delayed somewhat by the absence of dvnamolecular activity, 1 was a few minutes late getting here. As I said at the outset, the definition of a statistician depends on the circumstances involved. 1 have heard some talk of his being an effeminate biped hampered by total loss of gray matter and utter disregard for the manner he imposes himself upon an audience. Others say that he is a man of rare intellect and accomplishment and! one who delights his hearers with his wonderful findings. Now which of these is right. ' It depends. Offhand. I would say the first, but at second thought perhaps not the first. Also, it would appear that all things being equal or nearly so. that considering, but notwithstanding otherwise, and contrary to the adopted methods of reasoning, it could be possible in direct juxtaposition of the integrating values to select by hypothetical deduction, the first mentioned definition of a statistician. Having said so much about the duties of my office. I shall proceed cautiously, and when I finish I shall be through. Yes, friends, we are bigger, better and brighter than ever. For the first time in the annals of this glorious High School, we have over one hundred graduates. We are 44.58% larger than last year's output, which was considered the height of excellence. Now the members of this great assembly of brains and power arc classified according to form, use and properties. According to form, they are formal and informal, according to use they are useful and useless, and according to their properties—well, that is the subject matter of the rest of this painful disquisition. As our weight is the most conspicuous thing about us I shall begin with that. By actual figures, we can counterponderate the enormous weight of 15,143 1-7 pounds. By subtracting the weight of our brains and other useless incidentals. I find that we weigh only 15.143 pounds. If we are worth only 98c a pound, just think how intrinsically valuable we are. This money H5 has been placed in the hands of the executive committee and they have not definitely decided just how it will he spent. In order to realize more fully how much we really weigh, imagine a seven-sided octahedron each edge of which is 17 -31 feet. Suppose now that this he filled with string beans under a pressure of 229 pounds to the square inch. When entirely full, its weight will be exactly equal to ours. Our weight will not appear so significant when it is remembered that during these four years each of us has devoured 37 1-2 loaves of bread. 12 2-9 gallons of milk. 9 1-8 gallons of lemonade. 7 1-13 gallons of chocolate, 4 3-7 pounds of creamery butter, 1 i-ti pounds peanut butter, 14 1-5 ounces of pickles. 11 2-3 ounces of potato chips. 12 i-2c worth of cakes and 3 2-5C of other disagreeable ingredients. Is it any wonder that we are so weighty? If we were as high as our ambitions, we would be lofty indeed, but as ambitions cannot be measured accurately, you will have to be satisfied with our actual physical height. I find bv looking down the column headed Height” that we tower to the enormous distance of 689 feet X 2-3 inches. If this were in the form of a wireless mast, it would be capable of radiating energy in a circle 2.000 miles in diameter. Just think what a blessing to mankind such a lower would be. From the top of it we could look around and see when rain clouds were approaching, and could warn the people below to take their umbrellas. Yea. we could watch baseball games all over the state, and we might, on clear days, almost see street cars as they leave Bessemer. Now, just a few words about our age. Kver since the world began, man has been interested in ages and dates, especially of women. Histories would be useless were it not for a knowledge of that fleeting element called duration of time, nd so it is. this report would be incomplete without something in regard to our age. Looking down the column. I find that the figures run something like this. 16. 16, to, 21. 22.— Oh. I beg pardon, those last two were in the boys' column. All told, vve have spent over 1.300 years of our life in the High School. Suppose now that instead of entering the High School, everyone of us had spent these past four years in outside work at the paltrx sum of $1.25 a day. Up to this time we would have earned the neat sum of $525.32998. But it lias been found by actual facts that for every day spent in the High School, the pupil earns $5. Thus we have earned $2,341,263 19 since we entered in September. 1908. Now. to find bow much our profit is. subtract from this incomprehensible sum. what we would have earned had we not come to school, and the astounding fact is revealed that we have cleared $1,815,933.71. With so much money, we could easily afford to invent a human machine whose differential could be set at a tangent to the sclerogenous assimilator and that would bring the obloid paralleling chute in diametric connection with the swiveling trunnion so that the remunerativeness of d is remembered knowledge could be renascible to our quandary understanding. With such a machine, all the problems in Math could be worked, all the themes in Knglish written, every line of Latin translated, and the compounds of all the elements learned in so short time that the minatory examinations would be eliminated with eftica-liottsness. But let us return to our money. If we divided equally among us. .ye would each be the proud receiver of $15,132.77. or if it were put out at 3A interest, we could live off the income, but we will all be glad if some one will kindly inform us to whom to send the bill, and we shall do our best lo collect it. (for 1 think most of us are nearly broke). At the present day. it is the common opinion among psychological i ifr scientists, that a man's brains arc directly proportional to the circumference of his head. By actual measurements the circumference of our crania is equal to 267 feet 11 9-8 inches. Now there is a formula in solid trigonometry by which the contents of a person's head can he found from the circumference. Thus letting x equal the contents, we have x equals the fourth root of pi R square over six c. divided by one half sine II cosecant A. Making the proper substitutions. I find that x equals 169 pounds 2-7 ounces. Why. even the teachers who have extracted all the knowledge from us they dared, do not possess one half this much gray matter. However. I have been informed that theirs is concentrated and ours diluted. I see before me in the audience, pupils who are jealous of us. pupils who would like to take our places on this rostrum. Dearest friends. I have just a few words for you. By obeying the following seven simple rules, you will some day have the pleasure of being up here: First. Always stay at home on the slightest indication of illness. It raises the average daily attendance of the school. Second. Never get to school on time, for it gives the teacher- much needed exercise running to the office to change their reports. Third. Never look at your books before recitations or tests, because none of the teachers are so hard-hearted that they will not pass you. Fourth. Never hand in themes at the proper time, since it facilitates matters exceedingly for the teachers, if you wait and hand them in a few days late. Fifth. Don't listen to the advice of Monday morning speakers. They talk to take up your time and not to give you instruction. Sixth. Nobody loves a fat person. Therefore, eat all the Digit School lunches you can afford, and a reduction of weight is guaranteed. Seventh and lastly. While you arc in the High School, neve. drink strong water, if you wish to keep your mind clear and active. Always dilute it. A strict observance of the foregoing fundamental fanaticisms will make you pleasant and agreeable to the faculty, kind and courteous to your classmates. and will bring you to as successful a termination as it lias us. Pardoning a digression. I hope you will bear with me while I indulge in a few personalities. This class i fortunate enough to possess royal personages. namely two Kings. They are attended by a respectful Porter. These Kings live in a White house, the Hall of which i trimmed in beautiful Brown. As these wealthy rulers can afford luxury they employ two Taylors who are kept busy furnishing them with costly robes. They have very dainty appetites and the best Cook in the land i employed. Besides this good Cook who can Frey , they have a Baker with an Armstrong enough to break plate Class. The Cook buys things by the Pound, but be always pays two Prices, but perhaps they arc Wright. Despite the fact that the kingdom lies in the southern part of the north temperate zone, they have had Hale almost every day for the past four years, but they have had one Dryman through it all. To protect the Stillwell in the shady grove where the Martin sings, the Kings’ Carpenter built a handsome pavilion over it. Here the lonely Abbott, with the Harper in his company, sits and muses all day. lie Carson brothers are the King’s chief executive officers, but the Betts arc that they arc not related to Kit. Though there have been petty quarrels amt n r the subjects, yet they still continue to Love-man. However, when nation; 1 troubles arise, the army, composed of those whose names are suffixed with man and son. together with all the Joneses and Smiths, is arrayed fi r battle, and then come fiery speeches for 117 peace from Burke and Arnold, hut they arc of no avail. A war is fought ami won and shortly afterwards it is put into poetry by Browning. The closing words of the great poem are: Since the battle's fought and won. Keep on fighting, never cease: Keep on fighting all through life— Be sure you're fighting, though, for peace. And now as tny time grows short. I feel that I must become serious. Dear classmates. I am sure you experience that same unknown tugging at vour heart that I do, a feeling that something you love is about to be taken from you. And there is. Our truest friends, their most pleasant comradeship. and our beloved principal and teachers, are about to be separated from us. The four happiest years of our life have been spent in this dear old school. However, it has not been easy sailing, we have had to steer our boat and many have been the difficulties, many the privations, many the failures. Yet we have all come to the same port, though many have drifted far from the course, some have jumped from their ill-fated vessels and have swum ashore at the last minute, and some have been lost altogether. Yet I am indeed thankful, that so many have reached at last the long-sought goal of success. Dear Alma Mater, when we leave your inspiring presence, your charming and congenial atmosphere, your dear principal and teachers, you may be sure that we leave our most grateful appreciations, our fondest recollections and the biggest portion of our hearts. These small but sincere gifts go only a very small way towards repaying you for what we have received. May we ever remember the friendships we have formed, the lessons of truth we have learned, and the endowments of culture we have obtained from you during the happiest days of our life. Lewis M. Smith. 118 THE JOYS OF LIFE. How beautiful, how sweet, how joyful it is t«� live! Oftentimes, in our daily lives, we wonder and think about those tilings which make life worth living. Literature, the expression of great men of past and present ages, largely contributes to the joys of life. It has been said that a “book is a mold like a fossil shell, an imprint similar to one of those forms imbedded in a stone by an animal which once lived and perished. Beneath the shell was an animal, and beneath the document was a man. So through books we learn how to comprehend and appreciate the men who wrote. We would find ourselves completely lost, if we could not turn to good and wholesome books for enjoyment and pleasure. Just think what a loss it would be to some people not to have the world’s wonderful poetry to read! Poetry is read and re-read until the world is wrought to sympathy, to hopes and fears it heeded not. From the time of Dan Chaucer, the first warbler.” the hearts of the English-speaking people have been touched by the men whose personality shines through their work. Behind the poetry of Shakespeare is the man himself, refined, gentle, and with a heart overflowing with sympathy for every living creature. He holds captive the ears of the world when he sings of his winking Mary buds opening their golden eyes, and the hills that arc transformed into burnished gold by the glorious rays of the sun. The luxuriant imagery of Milton surrounds us with all the beauties of nature. W e see “beds of violets blue, and fresh-blown roses washed in dew. and we frolic with the poet’s wood-nymphs and dapper elves. Many hearts have been lightened in the hour of despair and bereavement when Tennyson's thought, that. Pis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. came to them. Many of us turn to our own American poets for pleasure ami enjoyment. No one can forget Holmes with his genial fun-loving disposition. Bryant, our nature poet, brings us in close communion with all things out of doors. Longfellow, with his harmonious harp of loving sympathy, has awakened an answering chord in the heart of humanity. Many short stanzas, written by minor poe’ts have brought joy to every reader. The poem beginning. “A smile is a flower blooming fair Its petals often cover Sighs in the heart where The wings of sorrow hover. has caused a number of people to smile and cheer others. No one thinks of complaining, if he has taken this to heart. It is not raining rain to me, it's raining violets. 119 In poetry, we have dramatic and lyrical excellence and all the beauties of nature, hut in prose, especially the novel, we come in touch with the personal experiences of our fellow beings. When one is tired out with the cares of the world, he turns to fiction for pastime and enjoyment. Me is lost in the pages of a novel: sometimes he drifts to that land ,,f imagination and dreams, to awake to the too-plain reality of everyday life. But he realizes that he can again turn to these hooks, and knows that the brief hour which he spent in reading has helped him to enjoy his life the more. Perhaps some thought in the hook has awakened in him the desire to reach the highest goal in life. Thus, literature does not only give us pleasure for pleasure’s sake, but it instills in us those ideals and aspirations which are hidden in our inner selves. W henever we hear tones of music. «� r have the privilege of seeing wonderful works of art, our very hearts throb with the jov of living. If we ourselves. cannot be great artists or musicians, we can. at least, appreciate and enjov the art of others. Lach beautiful picture lias its effect on us: we do not remain unmoved after we have looked upon a wonderful and grand work of art. s we appreciate Breton’s Song of the Lark.” the fresh air of the country seems to Ik blowing on our cheeks, and we receive some of the little maid own jov as she listens to the lark's song. e see the lark as Shelley describes it. “Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of lire: The deep blue thou wingest. And singing still dost soar. And soaring ever singest.” This song of the lark suggests a great joy of life—music. Our homes are enlivened bv the piano and violin: our hearts are made glad by them. It has been well said that music comes nearer being divine than any known art. When we hear the sublime tones of the organ or the notes of a singer, we seem to realize with Dryden that. “From harmony, from heavenlv harmony. This universal frame began.” )ur very souls are stirred bv the divine, throbbing tones of the violin and the tender, pathetic notes of the flute. The harmony of sweet sounds hides itself in our hearts and remains there inspiring us to nobler and higher things. At times, music lifts us to heights unknown and brings “all Heaven before our eyes. W’hen we look upon all the beauties of nature and associate with earth’s dumb creatures, we are awakened to the joys of this great world. In the glorious spring, when the sun shines bright, and the birds sing and the trees are green, and there are beautiful flowers everywhere, our hearts leap up with joy and thankfulness that we arc alive. We arc glad to be able to enjoy the beauty of the flowers and the trees, the warm sunshine, and the sweet songs of the birds. The rustle of the leaves and “every little flower that blows” in the playful wind moves us and causes us to sing of the joy of living and of all things bright and light-hearted. The beauty of the fields and the songs of the birds bury themselves in our hearts and keep them in tune with the outside world. We can only wonder with a great 120 wonder how we could live without all these beautiful things. e think with Longfellow, ()h! the free and wild magnificence ()f nature, in her lavish hours, doth steal. In admiration silent and intense. The soul of him who hath a soul to feel.” But best of all. we enjoy life for the sake of our friends and loved ones whom we gather around us. We discriminate the true friends from the false by constant association. W e learn how to appreciate those friends who are ever loyal, loving and true. Just as Arthur Haliam inspired and encouraged Tennyson to reach his ideals, so may we be encouraged by our friends. Their influence helps us to attain the ideals which we have merely thought of. When we asociate with those around us and try to help them, we learn the true meaning of the word, service.” We see that our aim is not merely striving for and reaching our own aspirations, but lending a helping hand to the weaker brother. Many pleasures are received in these lives of ours. Literature, art and music give us untold joys: nature affords us pleasure and happiness. In asociating with those around us we are brought face to face with the real enjoyment of life. ( ur hearts are often so full of the joy of living that each one of us can say with Tennyson, “Art, science, nature, everything is full As my own soul is full, to overflowing— Millions of forms and lutes and shades that give The difference of all things in the difference. I thank thee. God. that thou hast made me live: 1 reck not for the sorrows of the strife, Only one joy I know, the joy of life. —Capitola Moody, Essayist. 121 Prophet (picking up wireless telephone receiver): “Hello: yes. this is the class of 1912. Who? Oh. yes. I understand. Venus, the planet Venus. Yes indeed. Venus. I should like very much to know the future of our class. Oh. it doesn't make any difference, start anywhere you like but please let's have no ceremony. “Who is that you say is a mechanical chemist? Oh. yes, Cleburne Basore? I thought he would startle the world some day. Do you really mean to tell me that Ernestine Buckshaw is teaching music abroad?----------- Kxcuse me. but I don't believe that : Nell Cosbv hadn’t even reformed herself the last time I saw her and how she can be in charge of a boys' reformatory is more than I can see. Ha. ha, ha! That's nearly as bad as what you told me about Arthur Hale saving souls in Africa. What? What’s that? Curtis King making a name for himself as an author. Well I am not at all surprised to hear that, nor to hear that l.eo Karpeles is winning people to him through his violin playing. Ha. ha. I can just see those Carson boys out on their farm taking care of pigs and cows. Has John Rilcv really discovered what radium is I didn't know he was as great a scientist as that. Well1 What do you think of that? Lewis Smith cartoonist for a leading New York paper. Yes. I can picture that dove cottage with vines growing all over it and Alice Jones standing in the door waiting for him. So Everett Strange is still a wonderful football player? Well, do tell me how dear old B. H. S. is progressing? What? Wait a minute. I'd like to take that down, (ienevieve Burt, musician: Hattie Sue Baker. Mr. Brown’s private secretary: Lillian Roberts, head of English department: Minnie Carpenter and have Emond in charge of Domestic Science. Ha. ha! Will wonders ever cease? Oh! Who ever dreamed we had a great opera singer among us? Here’s to Leona Loveman for that. Layne Smith. Nell Arnott and Robbve Haynes prominent business women? I hope they are helping politics. Where has Kathryne Tierce's music carried her? Really? One of the greatest performers in the music world, nother poet? I bet I can guess that one. Kmcma fielders. Ha. ha. I thought so. Yes? Great Scott. Lillian Hughes. May Belle Patterson and Pattie Rena Shepherd playing in vaudeville. Well. 1 guess Marguerite Todd thinks she is rivaling Maude Adams now. doesn’t she? Audiences are held spellbound while Fanny Hilda Rtibel recites to them. Yes, I’ve heard of that great hospital that is doing so much good with its trained nurses. You say I would recognize friends among them ? Are they reallv Maebelle Taylor. Burnice Thompson, Lucv Hart Lyman and Velma Walker? And is that famous surgeon at the head truly Karl Kesmodel? How lovely! Every little soul in America turned to Capito’a Moody and Jeanette Boifcullet because of their wonderful stories for children? In all 'f the “Adler-Eanes parts tours of Europe, they stop to show their companions that in the famous art gallery of the Louvre hang pic- 122 Hires bearing the names of Mabel Marler and Ruth Finch. Do the Lyceum lectures still take place? One of the greatest, a wonderful Shakespearean interpreter by the name of Solomon Bearman? And to think of dear old Marv Milner delivering lectures on Domestic Science. Another musician that the world is to hear from some day? Fannie Jacobs? Well, well---------- catch me quick, Elsie Thuni raising peach blossoms and daffodils. Ha. ha! No, I can't guess who is at the head of the new Sunday School movement. Sure enough? Well 1 never would have guessed Maumee Roberts and Roberta Wilson. La. la. la. la. Who is that blushing bride coming down the aisle of Trinity church? Oh. it's Martha Bradshaw. And is that Mary Wilson singing? Jack Smith the preacher! Ha. ha. ha. Where did that gorgeous robe come from? The hands of La Modiste Sadiska Fryeska (Sadie Frey). All her gowns imported from the little shop of Stella Mae White, Sarah McNeill and Bertha Levy? What? Curtis Harper and Leonard O’Brien wireless telegraph operators. (Hope they haven't tempers.) “(live me a little insight into politics, please. Joe Cook leading the Democratic party with Meek Norincnt as campaign manager. Who is hacking him up? Lawrence Gregory. James Felder. Morris Worthcimer, Marvin Hickey and Arthur King. Goodness! Esther Arnold and Ethel Abbott mayors of large cities. Well how about Birmingham’s commissioners? Two women? Lottie Browning and Winifred Cox? I didn’t dream we had that many in politics. Well of course there are suffragettes working with them. Who are they? Virginia Hanson the most important stump speaker? Oh, dear, both Price girls leading suffragette leagues. Well. Janie Mosley is a staunch one. isn't she? Trying to make one of Florence Strange? What? I missed that. Sav it again, please. Edna Kroman and Alma Bachman keeping bachelors’ quarters? Well, who are the bachelors? Of course I know one is the famous violinist Louis Kroman. Who? Two architects. Messrs. Ratliff and Foster. Hunter W allace, a civil engineer and Dr. T. V. Davis. Well. I know Agnes Hall is leading a fast life if she married an automobilist. Smash! What's that noise? Just William Heidt breaking hearts? How is it that we have no professional women? Oh. we have? Ruth Oregon' and Mildred Bell, lawyers: Nellie Carothers and Lizzie Lee Pound, doctors, and Carolyn Brown in the insurance business? Insuring against rain. Well, if Allie Smith is planning houses, who does the interior decorating and landscape gardening? Eunice Milner and who? Oh. yes. Virginia Schoolar. Of course Frances Williams is helping somebody; always was. so who is it this time? Settlement work? That’s fine. Mary Emma Graves keeping an orphans’ home! Has she any assistants? Nora Burke and Emily Dryman. Edna Allison and Lurlie Barrett arc great names in the educational world. “Well, Venus, you haven’t told me of any society ladies. Of course we have some. Two Chicago belles? No, I can’t guess. Bessie Tayman and Gladys Allison? Well, who sees to the newspaper reports of these gay young damsels? Oh. is that so? Newspaper business flourishing under the supervision of Jessie Martin and Menona Alford. Don’t the magazines feel our influence, also? Well. I thought so. Ruby Heaton promised to be heard from some day. and 1 surely expected as much from Dorothy Ransom. Wait a minute. I didn’t catch that. What’s that about neighbors in New York? Oh. yes. Allene Glass and Tillie Alexander wives of prominent bankers. Whew! Poor Lucile Harris. I know it’s hard on her not to come to town hut once a month. But then farmers’ wives, oh. well, they must lead humdrum lives. “So Lady Grace Smith is mistress of a large estate over in England? 123 Have we any more foreigners? Yes? Mile. Maude McClellan teaching English to a crowd of adoring little Frenchmen. You don’t mean to tell me that under the cherry blossoms ami wistaria sits Olivia Massey reading fairy stories to little Japs! What: What about that sign Palmer. Porter and Puckett? Oh! a London millinery sign. What? Who is that you sec coming toward you in an airship? Charles Dickinson with a party? Well, who are they? Joanna Bodeker and. and who? Hurry up. Virginia Childress. Minnie Crumley and Gertrude Deaton? What? You already have three explorers? ho? Sarah Betts. Kleurange Rossiter and Geraldine Armstrong. •‘Well, come to earth again and tell me my own future as I seem to he the only one left. What? Only one old maid in the class and she a kindergarten teacher? Well, you needn't tell me who she is. Bang! (Shuts off phone.) —Evalina Wilkerson. !fi S FROM “HEART’S DELIGHT. We called it “Heart’s Delight when we were children— that cosy seat in the highest bough of the old apple tree. I visited it again last summer, climbed carefully up on the rust nails hammered into the sloping trunk, past the first large hough, and the old hole where we used to keep our apples and bird’s feathers, past the dead stub, the last of the great limb destroyed by lightning the night 1 was born; past the queer, twisted bough we called Hanky's back, after the little hunchback in the village, past shelves of boxes and old boards, to the little seat at the top. near the bough of sweetest sun-kissed apples and commanding a view of the surrounding country that haunted dreams and lingered in the heart. It was here I spent long hours in the hot summer mornings, watching the lake below me bathing in the sunlight—a lake not blue, but gold, as if some witch had poured a caldron of liquid fire upon the waves, and waves and fire had mingled, softened into burning gold. Near the shore, underneath the shadow of the drooping willows, the tints were copper and deep bronze. And at the end. where the lake stretched into the distance, gold melted into blue, and blue to green, and green and gray to mists, and mists to clouds and blue again. Then there were the hills—how I used to love them—sloping gently upward front the lake. Thev were covered with rows and rows of grape vines, and with fields yellow with oats, green and gray with timothy, and red with buckwheat. All was as regular and even as some great patchwork carpet spread across the hills, tom with great slashes of white daisies, and worn threadbare to the warp of the long vineyards. Then. too. there were the wine cellars, old and gray, the red barns and white farm houses, and the long, winding roads laid like great ribbons across the landscape: and above all the sky. Italian blue, and the great brilliant sun. Do you wonder that I loved “Heart’s Delight.’’ and spent my happiest, freest hours there? — Hortense Bissell. ’13. 124 Class! Boem NATURE’S MASTERPIECE. At the hour ere morning seeks to break The calm of night and glorify the clouds With light to make them blush: W hen reign of morning star is done And glad that she lias tilled the night With jov. she calls her rays To heaven, leaving all the earth a subdued grey: Then 1 questioned of my soul. What was nature's noblest gift to God. Did she glory most. I asked. In heaven or earth or deeds of men? As 1 wondered, came the dawn Gold and violet, glimmering morn Clothing earth in radiance new ( f the dew and sunlight born. Like a youth’s dawn of day. Hopeful looking o'er the way. Where leads his life. Morn is best! Shimmering sunshine seemed to say. But in the early daylight there Stood an oak-tree, branches bare. Noble in their naked strength. Towering massive in the air. Like a great man is that oak tree Kirin in will and strong and free. “That's nature’s noblest offering. Came softly through the air to me. Then the south wind gently blew. And at its call all nature knew The glorious waking time had come When all nature lives anew. Like a woman is the spring Joy and flowers does she bring. O, gentleness of life and year I nature’s worthiest offering. '25 Soon a gentle, silver mass ()f cloud covered sky, sunset’s aftermath, And the stars of evening sparkled. What a charm the twilight hath. , Like an old man is the twilight When lie’s done with all the fight. And I believe that life’s fulfillment Is nature's highest, in God’s sight. Again at night-time came to me Tlic wonder of the universe, The goodness of the world. And from the myriad jeweled sky From the sapphire arched dome Came my answer. Then I knew that not the heavens, Not the earth at spring or autumn. Not the deeds and life of manhood. Was nature’s gift. But all of these With power sure rounded—a perfect whole. —Emma Gelders. Class Poet. [EW C On The F VRTn 126 r resibent’s Hbbress “ Two men looked from a housetop. One saw the sordid earth and the other the gleam of the stars. Classmates: W hich of these men are we going to follow? Are we going to look up or down ' I he man that has the downward vision makes the ways of life hideous by thinking them so. No friendly tie binds him to his fellowmen, lie has no bond of sympathy to unite him with them, so that when he dies he passes “unwept, unhonored and unsung. Hut the man that has the upward vision lives to uplift humanity for he moves ever onward. His aspiration causes him to have a broader view of his duties to mankind. His life is not restricted, but is one of broad, full activity which inevitable leads to success: such an opportunity and privilege is ours. Today we leave this old High School after four years of hard work, during which we have undergone many trials. Hut these trials have united us so that now on the 30th day of May. 1912, we stand ready to meet the world—not in egotism but in the belief that those who conquer the world with love overcome it with the greatest of all forces. When we think that this is the last time wc meet in a body we feel sad. From now on each one of us goes to take his place in the world. ery few of us will choose the same vocation : some will be lawyers, some statesmen, while the girls will strive to make the home life ideal or enter into some vocation suited t womanly endeavor. Vet no matter in what path of life we choose to walk it lies with 11s whether or not we achieve success. Success does not mean making money, but service makes the successful man or woman. T rue service is giving to the world the best that in us lies. Classmates, let us labor to serve so that we shall make the class of 1912 the greatest class that has ever graduated from the Hirmingham High School. Our motto has been chosen well. It sets forth a great truth. “To the faithful a sure reward. It docs not say to those faithful in big things but to those faithful in the least. To render service with true fidelity is the key to life. As we journey forward we shall find life is a book. Today we finish the introduction to which we must add chapter after chapter. Let us strive to make our book one of noble deeds and beautiful thoughts. So then may God speed us with our book of life. —Joseph R. Cook. Jr. 127 A PARTING WORD OF CHEER It isn't raining rain to me. It’s raining roses down. Dear classmates, today is not one of sad farewell for us. but a happy, hopeful, blessed day for a stronger union «if our forces. e are held by a common bond of fellowship and high purposes. The 1912 class, living in the joys of the present and looking forward to the bright future, should consider the great work that lies before them. Let 11s think f our class as a large book intended to bear a significant message to the world. Each individual is a page in this book and each must try to make his page the brightest and best. The binding of the book is strong and lasting. The warp and woof has been fashioned of acts of kindness and sympathy and has been reinforced by loyalty to the class of 191-2. The picture on the cover design of the book is the ideal land of hope and promise. The colors employed are golden for the golden dreams of youth and white for the purity of youth. The material of the pages is composed of varied talents and studious minds. The elements of the composition are so numerous and of such diverse types that it would be impossible to give an exact description of them. The hook is dedicated to the lives of mankind. The preface consists of inspirations and aspirations. The frontispiece, entitled Duty, is a glorious constellation whose beams, bravery, fidelity and strength, shine benignly upon the world. The spotless pages are ready to be adorned with noble thoughts and deeds. 1 now see in the future the pages filled. They are encircled with wreaths of violets for faith, forget-me-nots for remembrance, lilies for purity, crimson roses for loyalty, and white roses for truth. Beautiful imagery is employed to portray noble emotions. One page contains sublime poetry, another deeds of a distinguished orator. Harmonious words are used 10 express tones of musicians. Sentences of dignity relate the series of benevolent acts bestowed upon mankind. )ne page is rich in words of enthusiasm, earnestness, sincerity, and power to denote the deeds of beloved woman. Illustrations appear in gorgeous colors of the aid of the strong to the weak, help of the fortunate to the fallen, of the triumph of right over wrong. One picture is the great highway of learning leading up to the castle of culture. There arc pilgrims along the road to the castle who have stopped to drink of the IMerian spring. Another picture is of a bright-robed spirit beckoning to some travelers to visit her inviting land of delightful past memories and realization of the present. In the picture on the next page, the spirit receives with outstretched arms all the travelers wearing the badge of 1912. Upon looking more closely, one can see in embossed letters on her jeweled crown “Spirit of Class of 1912—Loyalty.” On her lavender and white draperies. one can see the gleaming motto, “To the faithful sure reward. Classmates, pause a moment at thought of this vision of wonderlul possibility. Can we be otherwise than happy? 128 1 know a place where the sun is like gold And the cherry blooms hurst with snow. And down underneath is the loveliest place Where the four-leaf clovers grow. One leaf is for faith, one is for hope, ( ne is for love, you know: (jod put another one in for luck. If you search, you will find where they grow. You must have faith, you must have hope. Must love and be strong, and so If you watch, if you wait. God will show you the place Where the four-leaf clovers grow.” I ranees hones Williams. With Apologies to Spartacus Ye call me chief! And ye do well to call him chief, who for four long years has met in 229 and 230 every form of Latin and Math the Hoard of Education could force on one. and who has never vet given up hope. If there be any Rat among you who can say that ever in either place 1 failed to “bluff through.” let him stand forth and say it. If there be any Soph or Junior who dares, let him come on. Yet 1 was not always thus, a grinding, slaving Senior. In my youth I played in the kindergarten, made raffia baskets and drew pictures. Oh. High School. High School! thou hast been a gentle! .') instructor to the innocent Grammar School infant, who had never known a harder lesson than geography or arithmetic. Thou hast given him a mind of leather and asbestos. Thou hast taught him to invent as quickly as called upon. If ye arc men. follow! Get through exams! Seize your diplomas! Go out into the world and forget Latin and Math as have clone your predecessors. r-Joe Lar - . m 129 MIRROR REFLECTIONS NAME KNOWN AS FAMILIAR SAYING Leona Loveman “Hippo” Who do you like best. Leo?” Gladys Allison “Tubby “O. K.? Alice Jones Hope “1 wish 1 had marks like you.” Martha Bradshaw Mabel Marlcr Artisf ’ Mr. Chase is always pickin’ on me” Bessie 1 ayntan “Bess” Bessie Foster Kid Foster Dorothy Ransom Dot Why, Mr. Certain Lydia Kustis Lyd Wilson Ruth Gregory School inarm 1 don’t see why Kathryn Tierce Katie” 1 haven’t got my Harmony” Virginia Hansom .. “Red Fat tie Rena Shcp herd Pat” Lord sakes Olivia Massey Just because Just because” !• ranees Williams Mr. Brown’s pride It's perfecly beautiful’’.. Capitola Moody Mr. Certain’s pet I’m getting thin Kvalina Vilkerson__ ‘Leaner” Oh, will 1 get a ()5 Ruby Heaton Can’t tell” 1 know that Tillic Alexander Till” Chicago sausage _ Emma Gclders “Compiler of Girls' Chart” 1 don’t mean any harm” OBJECT IN COMING TO SCHOOL WANTS TO BE PROBABLY WILL BE To see Leo An opera singer Cook To graduate — With William Too “Marks Intellectual A ”BeH (e) History?? To go to Chicago In Chicago Eighth Wonder of the World Won’t change her name To torment the Faculty— Hood”-winkcd A poetess Pianist Jrcncstra Joseph With Joseph Without Joseph Cherry blossom — 2:30 o’clock An American beauty Just because Peaches To help The Mirror A Latin teacher An actress Thin Very thin Certainly English Head of the English Department I eft An education ? ? Solemn To compile this chart — Away when this is Scalped” read 130 Mirror Reflections—Continued NAME KNOWN AS FAMILIAR SAYING Robert Lee Tate — Ick-ick William Ratliff ‘ Rat Ask Tubby” Joseph Cook Joe' ’‘Fine Mr.— ten cents — Harry White -Arry J.” Let's all work hard Vance Wicr - Tramp” Fred Farrow Whiskers” Everett Strange — “Fish” Would not do to tell — Orville Coston Awful Coston” Treasurer, take note -- Lucicn Hood Cupid” Leo Karples Kurry Komh Kid” Is my heart on straight? I am so popular” Jesse Johnston Jess” Solomon Bearman.. “Sol” 1 am so good looking .. Bill” . Hello! Latimer Brown Lat” Hey. Boh Robert Goodall Bob . Hello Lat “Point of view” George Cox Miss Weaver's shadow Miss Weaver said so”.. Henry Hamilton Joseph Carson “'Enry” No taters Grouch Hurry up John McDonough.. 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