Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

Text from Pages 1 - 156 of the 1913 volume:

Patronize these advertisers and confer favor on The Mirror. University of Alabama CAPSTONE OF THE PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEM OF ALABAMA Letters, Science, Engineering, Education, Law Medicine SUMMER SCHOOL A Standard Institution of Learning Modern Buildings and Equipment One Hundred Instructors One Thousand Students All friends of higher education in Alabama arc invited to consider the impartial and expert classification of the University of Alabama by the National Bureau of Education at Washington and by the Carnegie Foundation at New York, the only recognized standardizing agencies in the country. , President Pritchett, of the Carnegie Foundation, in referring to the academic department, characterizes the work as “of the first grade while the engineering school is described as of standard excellence. Expenses exceedingly moderate. Next term begins September 4th. 1913. For Catalogue address GEORGE H. DENNY. M. A.. Ph. D.. LL. D.. University. 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Twenty modern buildings. Beautiful location. Outdoor life near National Capital.. For illustrated book, address Registrar. National Park Seminary. Forest Glen. Mary- Patronize these advertisers and confer favor on “The Mirror.” Peddinghaus Photographs The Best Class of Pictures Frames and Artists’ Materials 2024 First Avenue Birmingham, Ala. A Few Facts That You Ought to Know fl Printing has now become a fine art which first catches the eye then it infiltrates the mind. Design has been the subject of serious thought since the time that Ptah-Hotep wrote his Book of Manners, approximately eight or nine thousand years ago. Darius, the great king of Persia, took the side of the Mountain “Behistun, flattened one side of it, and at a point three hundred feet from the ground had his history written, and it's there today for any one to study and speculate upon its perfect typography. C, We are not descendants of Darius nor even Ptah-Hotep. But we are all young men and we stand back of the Quality of our work. Every department of our shop is under the supervision of a thoroughly practical man. who is a member of the firm and who has the firm’s success in mind and hence the desire to give our customers the very best quality that is in them. Our motto is “Everything a little better than seems necessary. Our Prices are reasonable and within the reach of all. while the quality of work done must l e above the average. A trial order will make you a customer. American Printing Company Publishers, Printers, Binders, Engraver WE ARE PRINTERS OF “THE MIRROR HUBBARD STAMPS M I. FITCH PAUL F. WATKINS H. WHITEHF.AD Phone 120 Main 22nd St. Bridge and Morris Ave. GRAFONOLA “De Luxe” Columbia Graphophone Co. Phone 6729 1818 3rd Avenue The one incomparable musical instrument.” 6 Tonally, acoustically, mechanically and artistically, the “Dc l uxe'’ will easily demonstrate itself to you as inimitable. Allow us to demonstrate it to YOU in your home. Patronize :iic-r advertisers and confer favor on The Mirror.” How Do You Get to School? Street Car?—Bicycle? Figure the Expense of Both— The wheel costs Jess and is by far the better way of going to school Walthour Bicycle, Gun Key Company Can Help You 1714 Third Avenue Phone 1741 Main CONTENT £ tel Frontispiece—Dedication ---------------------------------------------- 10 The Evolution of the Mirror—Orline Barnett, Harry J. White. ------------ 11 Cinderella’s Ancestor—Carl Von Goeben................................. 13 Vacation—Delia Johnson ... !6 The Misuse and Abuse of Modern English—Lucie Buchanan-------------------- 17 Flower Stories Wisteria—Orline Barnett . ..................................... 18 Pink Shamrocks—Irene Waldhorst—.............................. — 21 In the Country of the Goldenrod—Florence Smith 22 A Sprig of Heather—Lena Kellogg .........-....................... 24 Editorials 28 A Chat With a Movie Actress—Fay Winn -------- ------------------ ..-------31 A Disturbance of Eyeball Castle—Grace Turner------------------------ ...33 Poetry The Glory o’ the Daytime—Vivian Slaton ------- .. 35 In the Forest—Orville Coston................................... 36 Spring and Summer Clasping Hands—Coral Wood 35 Life’s Lane o’ Dreams—Beryl Rogers ... ........................... 36 The Mermaids Isle—Irene Waldhorst --------- —................... 37 An Interview with the Birmingham News—Vivian Slaton. Gladys Clements .... 38 The Senior Partner’s Coup—Jessie Ingram ------------------------------ .40 In the Meanwhile ....................................................... 44 Commercial Notes ------------------------------------------------------ 46 Clubs -............... -.............. 50 Social 56 Athletics 50 Exchanges -.................. 66 Jokes - 74 Ferret 77 SENIOR DEPARTMENT Class Officers -.............. 80 Pictures -......................... 81 History—Selina Robinson ..------------------------------------- 109 Oration—Harry White............................. -.................... 115 Statistics—Orville Coston ............................................— -. 117 Essay—Lena Kellogg ----------------------------------------------------- 121 Poem—Vivian Slaton ................................................... 125 President’s Address—Gustav Maass ...................................... 126 Auf Wiedersehen—Anna Hostetler------------------------------------------- 128 Prophecy—Orline Barnett-------------------------------------------------- 130 My Classmates As I Have Known Them..............-.....-...-............. 137 Abdication -Ns mi r.cprrssion of our respect attd high esteem, lur dedicate this uolnmr to our lu-Ioued friend and tuufirr, I,« Alilie (Thamliirss, uiliasr sincere interest nmi rarnrst work has dune much for the TOinor, and whose abiding demotion we shall remember always. Evolution of the Mirror LONG, long time ago, the river god Cephisius, ami the nymph Lciriope, had a beautiful son, whom they called Narcissus. 'I he fair youth suffered a tragic death, for having gained the disfavor of the gods by rejecting the love of the nymph. Echo. He gazed upon his own image in a spring, fell in love with it. and paid his penalty,—pined away and died. And there sprang up by that mythical spring, the flower that bears his name and that now is the symbol of death, lint all mirrors do not reflect death. Psyche saw in her spring the story of life and love and happiness, expressed in her own beauty. The nymphs were reflected on the surface of Grecian streams as playful figures, whose graceful forms flitted gaily through woodland glades. Or perhaps there were scenes of lovers, warriors or Olympic heroes. Arc not these stories prophecies of the future' Yes for 4hey too, were icfiections of the intellectual mirror, the one reflector that endures and improves with age. Literature reflects the thoughts of an author and of an age. Each hook has its own individuality and charm, for each must hear the stamp of the mind of the thinker. It is an old superstition that to break a mirror means seven years’ bad luck. The Lady of Shalott watched the shadows of the world too long as she spun, the mirror cracked, and her seven years' had luck came concentrated To break an intellectual mirror is a greater misfortune than a mere seven year hoodoo, for a mirror of the mind is of intrinsic value, even greater than the prized magic mirrors of Japan, whose special function is that they can reflect on a white screen the decorative figures on their backs. The High School Mirror is a part of the great magic mirror of the mind. It is but a small piece of literature but its High School reflections are true. II We have tried very hard t make it better ami brighter -i- it- rcllcctions may be higher and more woi-h ilc. I'hat the figures behind it mav he reflected beautifully on the white mn oi its pages, the students themselves, must be figures of beautiful character. And, indeed, they will be. The pictures on the pages n ill always reflect loyalty, heroism, anil lo c. It is our sincere parting wish, that the Mirror will continue to grow; tha .it will become bigger, brighter, belter as the ve r$ pass tf r of hobl • minds. OR LINE B ARNETT. HARRY J. WHITE. Cinderella’s Ancestor N THE center oi the lofty city oi Bn last is in Egypt, ruse the heavy wall of the great temple t I’asni, tnc cat faced goddess in whose honor the ci y was buili. All ..r uiul th. central 0 temple the (luted columns of the torrid rs ran in circle beyond re-1 groves and gard ns. fhe A. , shrine was tiilt foi the worship oi Pa ht, the go dc s oi light r 1 and lire, of song and music, oi pleasure and social delights. She had the body oi a woman and the head of a eat. and in almost every Eg ptian house could he found a little image oi this beloved goddess. At a certain season of the year, people from all parts of Egypt would come floating down the river in gaily decorated barges, with men playing • 'ii the flutes of lotus wood, and women clanging the brazen Cymbals and chanting songs. They would sail up the canal, land at the foot of the street of the Temple, and proceed in joyful procession down the sloping roadway to the statued vestibule of the great shrine to do homage to the grove girl. 'This grove girl was usually the most beautiful of all the maidens of Bttbas-tis. selected to sit upon a decorated throne in the midst of the sacred groves of Pasht. and, as the representative of light and beauty, receive the homage of the gay revelers. In one of the manv houses, not far in m the entrance to the sacred grove and near the great roadway, lived Set.it. who manufactured the images of the goddess, llis house was larger and better than most of the houses in Bubastis. for Sebu was a thrifty and prosperous maker of images. His only daughter Nit. or as the neigh’ ors called her. Nbaker, “the perfect Xita. had been almost since her babyhood, his companion and helper. But since Sebu bad married Nebt-hcpct. the widow of the armorer, poor little Nita’s life had been a burden, a sad thing indeed for a gay-hearted maiden of fiiteen. Perhaps the swarthy stepmother disliked ita because of the tair face and light hair which the girl had inherited in in her T.ibvan mother. One day. near to the season « f the great festival of Pasht as the fa mi y of the image-maker were eating their evening meal just outside the open window of his shop. Sebu said to his daughter, “And whom, Nita. do you suppose the good priests will select for the grove girl at the feast? “I know not. my father. she said, “would that the good fortune could be mine.’ “Thine indeed! exclaimed her stepmother scorn full v. “Thine indeed! As if tlie good priests would select such a pink-faced dolt as thou t • sit enthroned in honor of the glorious black-haired goddess. It i more 1 Pc to be the daughter of the Lord Kliua. the Treasurer, or perchance the beautiful 13 ilashup with the black cses and the hair like night, much more like the great goddess than such as thou. So. so. good Aeln-hepct, said Scbu, anxious t.� avoid a scene and yet quite as anxious to defend his fair young daughter, fret not thyself over our child's tace, so like to her beautiful mother’s- ‘Beautiful, say cat thou! broke out his angry wife, springing up from her leopard-covered couch in such a rage as to send both the shall bronze table and her own good husband sprawling on the groud. “ ilt thou never have done prating of that washed-out Libyan woman with her hair of tow and eyes of faded blue? Thou art a fool, with thy talk of her beauty and of this lazy one's chances for the grove girl's throne! 'T.ut nevertheless, said Scbu quietly as he picked himself from the ground with the help of Nita, but nevertheless, good Ncbt-hcpet, thou arc likely to be wrong, for the priest did tell me this day when he took from me the silver goddess whose nose I had repaired, that the priests were decided to desire our Nita as the grove girl. 1 he time of the festival was arrived, and gay barges, with crowds of musicians, singers, and a curious freight of fruits, flowers, and mummied cati floated down the river through the broad canals to the landing before the temple. For days crowds of pilgrims thronged the broad roadway, bowed in worship before the great bronze image of the goddess, and danced and sang and feasted in the beautiful groves. And in the midst of the great grove, upon her gaily decorated throne sat the grove girl, N ita, the daughter of Scbu. She was dressed in a long robe of crimson interwoven with patterns in gold, around her waist was a broad purple sash decorated with silver figures of Pasht, a wreath of lotus leaves encircled her fair head, while her pretty feet were incased in sandals of bronzed leather, decorated with silver cat heads, and trimmed with fur. One day, almost the last in the season of the festival, as Xita sat in the center of the throng the toc-piecc of her sandal became loosened and the shoe slipped to the ground. At once three of the attendants sprang to pick it up and a friendly rivalry for its possession ensued. Then one of the three, Kamon, wishing to show his skill at juggling and tossing, flung the sandal high in the air, intending to catch the pretty thing as it fell. But alas for Kamon s intentions! For as the bronze sandal went whirling through tlu air, a great black eagle, circling aloft on the watch for prey, caught the gleam of the slipper, and.' supposing it to be some choice morsel, swooped down upon it. caught it in his strong talons, and sailed majestically ft through the clear Egyptian skv. What a wail went up from the grove girl's startled attendants as they saw the slipper disappearing, and what a scolding poor Xita received from her angry stepmother when she came home that night with one dainty sandal of bronzed leather, silver and fur. and one soiled sandal of twisted papvrus and palm ! ’♦ ♦ In the royal palace at Memphis sat the voting Pharaoh Nebi, king of the two Egvpts. known in history by his throne name of Xofer-ka-ra. “the splendid brother of the great god of the sun.” And as he sat thus, heedless of the words of his counselors and the reports of his household officers, suddenly there 14 dropped into his lap something small and hard. W ith an exclamation of surprise, the young king started from his reverie and looking; lip into the clear skv he saw sailing swiftly towards the desert a great A trican eagle. The voting l'haraoh thrust his hand inti) the folds of his robe and drew out a little sandal of bronzed leather, stamped in silver and trimmed with fur. “Now this is wondrous fair,” cried the young monarch, looking at the strange gift of the eagle in delighted surprise. “To whom think ve, my honored ones, doth this sandal belong and what doth it bode to the realm?” Then the officers about the throne tried to appear wise, but only looked puzzled. At length, the teacher of mysteries said, 1 fear that it is an omen from the evil gods. ( King. For the eagle is sacred to none of the gods of h'.gvpt, and a messenger not sacred could bring naught but evil to the brother of the sun.” “Not so,” said the King, “this can be no evil omen. It has been worn and In a most dainty foot. No maiden of Memphis has a foot fitted for such a shoe and she who can wear s.� small and fair a creation, must be fair herself. You have long wished me to take a cjuecn. Hear. then, my words. nly she who wears this dainty sandal shall share my throne. Find the owner of this little shoe, and you will find the wife « f your Pharaoh. At this, there was general consternation among the officers «� f the state. W as King Xcbi mad? Suppose this fair unknown should be of no official family—suppose she were one of the “mob.” But none dared to protest openly. Young Xcbi was resolved, and not one among them was so rash as to oppose the will of a Pharaoh. And now throughout the kingdom, north and south and east and west, went swift messengers seeking the maiden with the mate to the sandal of bronzed leather, stamped in silver and trimmed with fur. The messengers came to the City of Bubastis, sought out the Lord Mapu. the C.overnor and the priests of the Temple. The stors of the grove girl, the eagle and the lost sandal matched precisely the story of the king, the eagle and the sandal dropped from the clouds. Thereupon, messengers of the Pharaoh hastened to the house of Sebtt. the image-maker. If it bad not been that she was a fast-bound and loyal wife. Nebt-hcpct herself would have tried very hard to squeeze her fat foot into the little sandal. But it was of no use. Xitas trim little foot fitted the dainty sandal exactly: the mate to it was produced and worn, and in loss than a month, with feasting and flowers and song. Xita. the daughter of Sebu. the image-maker. was married to Xcbi Xofcr-ka-ra. and became therewith Xitakcr. Queen of Egypt. 15 CARL VOX C.OF.BEX ’13 Vacations 7 A vacation means a great ileal more to some people than to others.) To us, for instance, it means bliss, freedom from books, long hours and study; for often as we have been told that our school days are our happiest, that we will never be so free from responsibility, etcetera, etcetera, still we are not above accepting a three months’ vacation during the warmest part of the year. To a teacher it means freedom too. 1 imagine, but from some twenty or thirty very active young Americans in various attitudes of attention or inattention as the case may be. Now this is freedom indeed! We think we have a very hard lot to have to come to school, some of tis. But what of the lot of the teachers, who need a gimlet or crowbar or megaphone to get the inkling of an idea into our stupid heads? The best things of this world and of the next should be reserved for them, I think. What different notions people have of vacations. A girl’s idea of a good � ime is a round of parties and balls, interspersed with flowers, candy, buggv rirles and summer flirtations, just about as serious as summer showers. To a boy. all this would be boring in the extreme, sillv, bosh. To him, a camp is the place for sure enough fun. A fellow can take oft his collar, and do as he chooses there. The tiresome etiquette of life is dispensed with, and, oh, the good things to eat! P.iscuits. which on his mother’s table would insult him. are eaten with a relish: then there is coffee and corn bread and molasses and pork and beans and fish, cooked in the most extraordinary wavs. Then there is the pleasure of sleeping with only a thin blanket between himself and Mother Earth, the great fun of making a fire and cooking over it. and other similar delights. But isn’t it strange that if he had to sleep on a hard bed he would think he was treated like a stepchild: and if asked to make a fire, he would consider it a terrible hardship: and as for cooking a meal- ! And what about the stay-at-home? Ob. of course, they plan a course in reading or cooking, and lay bv a lot of sewing or something of the sort. Sometimes they do it. but more often they don’t. The summer slips by so quickly, you know. But still if they do not.go away and have a good time, they have the comfort of feeling that, at least, thev certainly will make good wives with all their knowledge of the domestic arts. So when the middle of September comes around again, of course it finds everyone eager and anxious to return to school and fully recovered from the spring fever. 16 nF.r.T TOHXSTON. n The Misuse and Abuse of Modern English Sonic one lias -aid that the English language E the most expressive, the most beautiful of the modern languages; yet how sadly di.-t aud it is to-day. T his E especially true in schools, the places where tut purest English should he spoken. liy girls, the most gushing expressions arc used. Listen, some day, to a conversation on the car. or in the school halls, and you will hear, 1 am simply crazy about it. I low pc le tly dread til« r aw id. 1 ,11st ;.dore that.' ' Lis.eir aiigel-iace.” After a series of such expressions, one might advisedly explain '‘how dreadful, for such expressions arc dreadful, coming as they do. from some of the most representative people in school. If we, when we are talking in such a manner, could only hear ourselves as others hear us. we would sure • ly cease to speak in such an incorrect ami exaggerated way. Hut girls are, by no means, the only ones who misuse and abuse our language. The tendency is still more pronounced among the boys. Have you ever heard such remarks as these being made by an. apparently, perfect gentleman: Bully. Gee! Whiz!” “1 get cher. Steve. “'l ake it from muh. let the hook. Believe me.” Good-night! ? Such speech as this is slowly but surely degrading our language, this most wonderful language, yet we stand passively b and allow it to be butclK ered by thoughtless hoys and girls. Good, clean, athletic slang is not so bad, but sttcli expressions as I have enumerated, and which arc very prevalent among most pupils, do not reflect the cultured homes from which most of the users come. They suggest that type of shop-girl, who, by habitual carelessness in manner and speech, has come to be recognized as a class w hich is displeasing, to say the least, to the most of us. Have you not heard such expressions as those I have named used by the careless girl of the department store: At the present day it is almost impossible for a lady, while shopping to avoid being addressed as Honey, Dear. nr Child ': such terms should be carefully used. On the other hand, the boys or young men. have surely heard their Bullies.” and Gee! Whizes. employed by the street urchin. Bv the English we use. wo shall be judged. By the language which some of us use we are not only lowering ourselves in the estimation of outsiders but arc gradually decreasing our own store of self-respect. With the use of so much slang we are irreparably injuring our vocabularies. In a few more years wc will not he able to express a single thought without the aid of slang. It is w'C of the High School who have the opportunity of improving these conditions. We are the men and women of to-morrow. Wo shall fix the standard for our citv. What will it he? LUCIE E. BUG I N N. T3. Flower Stories “WISTARIA (A Japanese Fantasy.) Sleep little piget � an I fold your wings,- Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing oi mother bird swinging. Swinging the nest where her little one li A-a-ah. He sleep. He v r’ happy now. Sleep, Otakara, sleep. The dainty little wisp of a mother leaned lovingly over the unconscious child and caressed his soft brown check a delicately as the south wind kissed the cherry blossoms outside. “Away out yonder I see a star,— Silvery star with a tinkling song; To the soft dew falling. I hear it calling. Calling and tinkling the night along. A-a-ah, he mos beau'ful star, Otakara. Mebc you see him in your dream. Dream ver' hard, t )takara. See the robin how he mak he nest an' speak to he mate, lie ver happy, Otakara. An we - we ver’ happy too.” In through the window a nioonbcun comes.— Little gold moonbeam with misty wings; All silently creeping it asks. ‘Is he sleeping— Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings? I IF AXDOX was lighted hut the mother rose anti extinguished it. She drew the shoji and lay dow n on her strange bed that he. too, might dream of the silver star. Still was the night, except for the sighs of a perfumed breeze. At the foot of the hill there were lighted lanterns, all daintily painted in w ist iria and there were many nourishes of parasols of the same d sign bv lavender-gowned Geisha girls who added to the gaiety with their dancing. There was much merry-making at the consulate tonight, celebrating the ar rival of a girl from over the sea. The silver beams of the moon glimmered across the bay and the great black hulk of a steamer rose in sharp outline against theVhmdless horizon. And there was light on the clusters of bushes that bordered the narrow path on the side «� f the hill and on the single robin nest in the cherry tree. The wistaria lanterns continued to burn and so did the silver star while the little lantern-maker in her nest on the hill sang her lullaby. 18 li was a glorious morn in Japan. Elizabeth Downclle rose early and stepped out into the dewy freshness of an Oriental day so that she might appreciate more deeply the beauties of this foreign land. The night before had been so strange that it seemed almost a dream. And it was all so beautiful— so gloriously, wonderfully beautiful. Even now the vision of lavender kimonos and wistaria parasols rose before her charmed eyes. She marveled at the abundance of low, graceful bunches of lavender blossoms and felt that she had been transported into a veritable fairyland. She took occasion at the breakfast table to mention the profuseness of wistaria. ‘ I knew you would like it. dear, replied her sister-in-law. “There’s a story connected with it all. You’ll love that too, Elizabeth. “And when will you tell this romance to me? 1 presume it is romantic, tor it seems to me that everything in Japan must be. “It is. Hut 1 shall not tell the story at all. There is a little widow in that house on the hill—you can see it from the window. She is the daintiest piece of Japanese womanhood imaginable. Go up there today. I told her you were coming and site is anxious to know you. Perhaps you will become such friends that she herself will tell you her story. Accordingly it was quite early that Elizabeth set out for the house on the hill. hat a picture the little widow made beneath her cherry tree! Near her the boy was playing and she was talking t � him softly in Japanese. She was painting. Around her were lanterns and parasols but they were not of the dainty lavender tints for as yet each waited its turn to come under the magic hand that turned it into a glowing mass of wistaria. Elizabeth could not speak Japanese but she knew the language of the heart, so pausing before the little figure she smiled. That was all. To her surprise the conversation was immediately opened in halting English which was nevertheless the most charming she had ever heard, for the words were accompanied with the sweetest of answering smiles. ‘‘You lady from over the sea? You com’ see Otakara an’ me. Speak for lady, Otakara. And she turned to the child who played beside her. He was quite a baby so he could not put his reply into words but he too smiled and gurgled happily. Delighted. Elizabeth stooped down to pick him up. “Why, his eyes are blue!” Vacs—purple, lik unto wisteeria. He ladder com’ from vour country— way ofT. “America? “Vacs,—Amer-ceka. An he lofc Japan. He artecste—tnak’ ver’ pretty picture. He teach me thees—an'-an’ thees—” She touched the gaily colored papers at her side and swung a parasol behind her. It made a charming background for her delicately flushed face. She half smiled, half sighed. Me an’ Otakara. we ver’ happy. We live lik that. We paint an’ sell thees. We ver' much artecste. me an Otakara.” Oh. cried the girl impulsively. “I shall buy so many—so many.” “A-a-ah how that is nizc.” Elizabeth liked to hear her say the Japanese names. His name is pretty. And yours, what is it?” Multijuga, it mean wis-tecr-ia. Otakara mean treasure ship.” Wistaria. How beautiful! And do you know, it is just like you.” 19 They became great friends, those two. Each day of that wonderful visit to the magic blast the American girl went up the hill to sit beneath the cherry tree with the little lady of Japan. It seemed an enchanted life. But as yet she had not heard the story and the time for her departure was already here. In truth, it was but one clay off. Perhaps Wistaria would tell her before she left. She hoped so. and she did not hope in vain. It was the evening before she left. They were watching the speck of a ship on the bay, far distant, silhouetted against the glory of a radiant sunset sky. The majesty and yet the daintiness of the scene, two things which it seemed could not belong together, impressed Elizabeth. It is very beautiful—the picture—is it not, Wistaria' ' A-a-ah, 1 lik if you call me that, lie call me that— is-tcer-ia. It sounded like the breath « f a flower, she whispered it � softly. aes, it ver beau'ful. He love it. lie say the.es mos' wonderful church, and sun he 1110s greatest wor-shipp-per of God. e v er' happy. Him an’ )takara an —an me. “You must have been. And look, W istaria. see the ship. Does it not seem almost like a phantom?” With a child-like movement she covered her eyes and uttered a sound that w as almost a sol). ‘Wo—no. Don't—an —an oh. I like if you know. I tell you? aes. 1 tell you. He go one da for paint the sea -a-ah. I hate the sea! He roar, he tear, the sea does. But he go out one day for paint him an he say he com’ back that night, -a-ah yaes, but he never com’ back. Sea get ver’ angry at being paint an’ rise up ver' terrible, an' nios’ high ladder of ( takara. he—he dead. There was a tense silence. The little lavender figure was very quiet. Then----- But me an’ Otakara. we don’ forget, cvcry night we pray in same church where mos’ August Sun worship an’ there one star -see. sec—he com’ now! It seem he there. Wo dream of silver star.” Two moist, slanting eves were raised t«� Elizabeth and in their velvet depths, she saw the love and reverence for the “silvery star with a tinkling song.” “Som' day I lik if Otakara be in United States. He goin’ learn United States languages too. You gnin’ home torn rp w. • u n • forget istaria.” “Indeed I shall not.” replied the girl fervently,” and I shall remember Otakara too.—always, for he is our treasure ship. She kissed the little figures at her side. The next day just at sunset her. ship moved out of the bay. She was on her way to cross the sea. She watched from the deck and saw the little lantern-maker and Otakara. The mother leaned over him singing her Japanese lullaby and above them the silver star came out. Evm after she was out of sight of land, Elizabeth could still see the star, and leaning hack in her chair, she quoted softly to he’rself. “Up from the sea there floats a sob.— Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore: As though they were groaning in anguish an I moanin ’. Bemoaning the ship that shall come no more. 20 “But sleep little pigeon and fold your wings,— Little blue pigeon with mournful eyes; Am I not singing? See. 1 am swinging, Swinging the nest where my darling lies.’ OR LIKE BARNETT. PINK SHAMROCKS “An' shure now, said Pat, pointing with his clay pipe, “shure. Miss, did ye iver be seein' such beauties as thim pinks?” Truly I had not. The path before the little thatch-roofed cottage was bordered with masses of pink. A pretty picture it was, indeed, and one that often caused me to come in the dog-cart from the town, down the white road between the wonderful green pastures of the Emerald Isle. On this particular afternoon the old man sat before the cottage smoking his pipe. 1 seated myself on the grass before him and gave my verdict concerning the beauty of the pinks. “I’ve been bearin' av green pinks,” said he with a twinkle in his merry eye, “that they be makin' in the town. An’. he chuckled, “speakin avc green an' pinks makes me remimber Katie O’Toole. “And what did Katie do? I questioned eagerly, scenting a story. “Shure. now, ’tis a long story, but since ve’re a gurrl yersilf. it can do yc no harm. Katie was a foinc, strong gurrl wit hair like a streak av smut on a white gate post; an’ the blue av the eyes av her—! an' clear white skin wi a dash av red in her cheeks. Och, she was a pretty coleen! An’ the voice av her was so soft the divil himself wud be as swate as sugar if he heard her spake. “Wan day, 'twas rale late in the avenin’ Katie was coinin’ along the road from the town. An’ be ye knowin’ it Katie O'Toole was mad. ‘An’ shure. says Katie. ’tis a shame! Such a beautiful piece av goods! Twud be most bccomin’P an’ Miss O’Toole tossed her head, ve see. Katie was vain. She cudn’t help knowin’ she was pretty an’ there wasn’t iver a lookin’-glass in the house. “Terence Coyle was aloving Katie. He was a foinc b’y. He had a blacksmith shop an’ a foinc still an’ there wasn’t iver a b’y in County Clare that Terence Coyle cudn’t lick. Faith an' ’twas true! The poor b’v was so mad about Katie that he quit eatin’ an stood around like a moon-faced donkey, r'hwat did ye say? Och. shure, she liked him. but she niver let on: niver a bit n-incouragemint. Tnstid she’d tease him an’ laugh. An’ whin Katie O’Toole laughed at a man all the usquebaugh in the kingdom cudn’t make a man madder or wantin’ her more. “Katie knew all this an’ began to think she’d kept poor Terence waitin’ Tong enough so whin he asked her to go wit’ him to the fair. Katie says. ‘Yis.’ Ye see that's why Katie was wishin' for the driss wit’ the pink shamrocks. 21 All ave a sudden Katie stepped in the middle av the road. In front av her stood a gurrul wit' curly yellow hair an' a face lilke an angel. ‘Saints above!’ cries Katie, who arc ye?’ ’’ ’l m the queen av the little people,’ says the gurrl, smilin’ and spakin’ in a swatc voice. ‘Hivins!’ cries Katie turnin' the color av a cold p'tatie. “‘Don't be frightened. says the gurrl in her soft voice. ‘Is there anny-thing I cud be doin’ for ye?’ “ ‘N’iver a thing.' says Katie and stops. ‘Vis.’ says she, ‘there is. I’m wishin’ for the driss wit' pink shamrocks.' ‘Have it ye shall,’ says the gurrl; ‘where can I give it to ye? Cud ye be cornin’ to the inn?' Katie says ‘Yis’ an’ thin hurries home for it’s time for her to feed the pigs. “Xixt day Katie goes to the inn. On Sunday she come to church wit' the driss on. An’ shure, even the saints in the glass windys in the church was envvin’ Katie. But the nixt day Katie was not at home. Ivery wan knew before the day was over wit’ that Katie and Terence had told each other a bit too much of their thoughts an' Katie had gone to Dublin wit' the curly- haired gurrl. ‘She was a lady’s maid to this angil.’ says ould Mrs. O’Toole. “Poor Terence got a face as long as me arm an' licked two fellers in wan week an’ whin wc wanted to spake to him we always stood near the dhure. He’d spend his nights a-sittin' on the edge av St. Dustan’s well, when he ought to be home a-smoking his pipe. “About a month afther Katie had left. Terence was sittin' at the well as usual whin a voice savs. ‘Terence!’ Well, it tuk Terence foive minutes to dc- cide whither to fall in the well or stay on the outside. Then he says quite hould, ‘Katie.’ “ ‘Yis.’ says the swale voice an Katie come out in the moonlight wit’ her shawl wrapped all over her head. “‘Ye’d best let me come home wit’ ye. Katie says me foinc Orishman. an’ niver a wurrd about her goin’ off. “‘Och. Terence says Katie, ‘ye’re not mad at me?’ “4N’iver a bit says be in bis sthrong. swatc voice. “ ‘Ocb. Terence, vc like me still, do ye? ’Twas foolish T was to go away. ’Tvvas the driss wit' the pink shamrocks what did it all! But, Terence, whin I’d been in Dublin only two weeks the pink shamrocks faded out! ‘An says Katie wit’ a sob an’ a laugh. ‘Terence lad. I do be thinkin’ green shamrocks are the best!”’ IRENE WALDHORST, ’14. IN THE COUNTRY OF THE GOLDENROD “No, Dick, I can’t do it. 1 want a wedding, a beautiful wedding with orchids, orchids, orchids everywhere and lilies of the valley by the thousands. I want a wedding that this city will never forget and that I shall remember 22 all my life as a magnificent beginning of a long, happj life with my own clear doctor ’ Hut, Mac. you know that you arc nut strong enough to have a big wedding. just think of the receptions, teas, and millions f things that you will have to attend. No. my valley lily cannot have a big wedding. ( li, Dick! I must! I’ve just got to—’’ I II tel! you what. let's be married tonight and go up in the mountains— I know of the nicest place—all cool and quiet where you can rest and get well, then when you come back in the fall, you can have all the good times you want.” I his idea of a quiet wedding did not appeal to wealthy, fastidious Mae, who wanted and had the best of everything, hut in spite of herself she was persuaded to go to the country, even though she still clung to the plan of having a big wedding with millions of orchids and lilies of the valley. )h. my doctor, whv did you make me go? cried Mate as they were saying the last good-byes. I don’t want to go. it will be so lonesome out there, everything will be so rough, no pretty clothes or theatres or—or. Dick! I can’t even have an orchid. I here, there. little girl, there will be at least one valley lily and I will send you orchids once in a while. Then in the fall you can come back and we will have the big wedding. Be sure and write to me every day. Good-bye— good-bye. Mae was prepared for a dull lonesome time. 1 lor trunk was full of novels and writing paper, for she said to herself. I'll pay old Dick back fi.r making me go way out there. I'll write to him so often that he will get tired of reading my letters. All of her worst fears were realized, for as the train stopped at a small dirty-looking station, a roughly clad, sunburned farmer came forward ami asked. Is this ’ere the Miss who’s goin’ to stop at our house? Afterward she could not remember how she had answered him or how she ever managed to pass away the first few days. But when she was told that there was a saddle horse which she could use. her spirits rose and she began to take an interest in the beauties of the country. Dick began to work doubly hard when Mae left, fi r he was verv lonesome in spite of her letters. At first they were dull and Yuli of complaints but soon she began to talk less of herself and more of the people around her. There is a very interesting old man. or. our nearest neighbor has the dearest little baby.” were frequent remarks that made Dick wonder what change was taking place. Then came a day in the fall, when Dick was seriously troubled. A note came from Mae, which read: Dear Dick, Come at once, I need you. No longer votir ‘val'ey lily W hat could she mean, was it possible that she had fallen in love with some farmer hoy? W lieu Dick jumped from the train at the litle station and looked for his dainty valley lily, be was frightened. No sweet, pretty figures in white greeted him. Phe only person in sight was a girl in rough riding clothes bending over to examine a place on her horse's leg. Mae must be sick. Maybe this 23 girl would be able to direct him. As he drew near the girl turned and threw herself into his arms. It was Mae. but what a change! She was dressed in a rough, brown riding suit, her face was sunburned and her hair hung down her back in one long plait. In the place of the big bunch of hot-house flowers, that Dick was accustomed to see her wear, was a large cluster of goldcnrod. The next day Mae and Dick went for a long ride out on the country roads. “I have something to tell you.’’ Mae said as they started, “and I know of the dearest place way out among the rocks where, the goldenrod blooms in a perfect mass of color. The goldenrod was in full glory and seemed in some way (strange to Dick) to appeal to Mac. Long before they had reached the place where they were to stop for their talk, their arms were full of the beautiful golden blossoms. As they sat together among the rocks and admired the beauty of the scene. Mae said softly, “Dick, I’ve changed my mind, I don't want a big wedding. I never want to see another evening dress. ' “Why, what's the matter, little girl. I thought-■ “Yes. I know you think that I care for nothing but a good time and parties and those things, but I have found out that I would rather live simply and have the power to see and appreciate the beautiful things around me. I am finding out how to know people ‘worth while and they don’t live in the way I did. We will have our wedding in that little brown church over there and all of the decorations will he goldenrod. FT.OREXCF. SMITH. 13. A SPRIG OF HEATHER. “( h. for a breath o’ the moorlands A whiff o’ the caller air! For the scent o the flowerin’ heather, My very heart is sair! We were spending the summer in Scotland, Richard tiruen, myself, and Baby Dick, six years old last May. Scotland, you must know, was my husband’s early home, before he left it to make his fortune in America. Well, he had not been back since long before we were married, and one morning, almost before the first nasturtium was up in the front garden, he said to me, “Elina, we must go back. The heather is calling me home. We must get there just as the buds arc coining.” Well, as I said before, we went, he. Dick and I. I must say, I never was such a crank about natural scenery as Richard, but anybody would have fallen under the spell of the wonderful beauties of the Liddcl Valley. I was surprised that we didn’t go to Traquaire, where all Richard’s people were, but he didn’t mention it. and neither did I. not being over anxious to be with his rantin’ “old Scotch ‘oman o’ a mither.” We made straight for Harvick Among the Hills, and put up at Copshaw, a very nice little 24 hotel, ii it were not so close to Hermitage, with the gloomy old castle hidden in the midst of a dense wood and cursed by black and bloody memories. W ell, we hadn't been at Copshaw a week when Richard came down one morning rigged out in his new hunting suit, with a behoof cartridges around his waist, and his heaviest gun on his shoulder. “May Dick go with me, Mother? he asked, chucking me under the chin, and brushing the hair from off my forehead. “Go where? I didn’t like to tru t the poodle to him when he was in this mood, let alone Dick. Oh, just for a little stroll. I’ve heard quail are quite plentiful over tiear the Hermitage.” 1 never saw a man so crazy about shooting innocent things, as vou are, in my life, Richard Gruen.” ‘‘Ah, now, Mither---- Like as not if 1 let Dick go. you'll bring him home all shot up! Go on. and take him, but for the Laird's sake be careful.” They went, and it seemed to me they were the longest time coming back! I could have crossed the channel in hours less time! It was after midnight when I heard steps in the hall: I opened the door to find Richard standing there—alone. His face was all drawn and haggard and a wild look was in his eyes such as Ld never seen before. “Where’s Dick? “I ken nicht, Mither, he choked—he always lapsed into Scotch when he was excited— I hae e’en bane hunting him e’er since dusk.” Richard! Dick isn’t hurt?” “That's jist what I nae ken, I nae ken whither nr nicht he’s hurt.” “Tell me about it. quick! Then, we must hurry and look for him.” He spoke in such a sputtering of Scotch that it was hard for even me to understand him, but I gathered from it that the boy had been lost about seven hours. They had been quite successful in the hunt, but Dick did not wish to go home when Richard called him. He spied some especially beautiful heather high upon a knoll, and ran after it. Richard said he he’ard a shrill voice call: “I'm coinin’! Yes. I’m cornin'!” ami as he thought the boy was calling t � him he waited. After a few minutes he began to call at intervals, but received no answer, and went hurrying up the hillside in search of the Child. T haj never seen Richard weep but once before, and that was when lie received the last letter from his brother Bane, then in Africa but he broke quit down when he told me that lie had found a bunch of the heather on a big stone with I lie print of the baby fingers still on the stems, and vet. though lie wandered till midnight, be found no trace of Dick. We turned in the alarm at the hotel. “Baby lost at Hermitage! ran from mouth to mouth, and soon there was a large party scouring the woods and moors in feverish haste. About davbrcak we came upon a clearing, in the midst of a black forest, and down in the hollow there was a tiny hovel. The roof was thatched with brush, and a vine was trained so as to cover each end concealing the naneless windows. Bv some strange chance the wildest pinkish-purple heather grew right up to the door, and almost hid the single step. I don't know why it was. but a feeling came over me that the boy was near. 25 Just as J turned to speak to Richard, we heard a well known voice say, “I don’ know, Wed Tap Lady. Wc motioned the others to stand back and Richard and I crept softly up to the door. A low mellow Scottish voice said, Ken ye na. whose bairn ye be? Daddy's 1 say. “I hae gut nichts outen ye, stupit bairn —the voice was almost angry, yet tilled with a strange note of entreaty— what be ye fayther’s name? Mistah Cirueti, I done tole you, W ed Tap La— iruen— Irticn ! Eh ? Speak ye. bairn ! Yes! lemme doe home------' Ava Maria —we felt the head was bowed—“forgive it me. I did na ken—his bairn—bis bairn. Dick's soft little voice asked. “Where my daddy, W ed Tap Lady? Richard knocked loudly upon the door, it opened, ami we entered. A pale voting girl was sitting on a low stool, with Dick in her lap. She wore a tight red cap, from under which escaped jet-black ringlets. She was very dark, almost as dark as a Highland gypsy, but she was very pale. Site did not seem to be at all surprised when we entered. Madam. 1 hope I'm not intruding, but my wife and I have been looking for the boy. said Richard. I foundit him! she answered almost sullenly. “Be this vour bairn, or —or—Bane's—Bane’s? I started. How did she know Richard, or bis brother Bane? This creature of the heather must surely be mad. Richard spoke again. “That is my son. Bane— “Of course—come to mother. Dick. 1 interrupted him, for at sight of us the hoy had set up such a joyful cry. that 1 had to take him into my arms and hold him there safely. “Wait ve. he maun tell me o' Bane. said the strange girl. “Bane has been in Africa these seven years, madam, he is my brother. “Brother? Why go way?” “The day I married. Bane left for Africa, said he could not stand to see my happiness. Here Richard actually kissed me right before that girl! “Poor old Banc. he added, he could not stand it. “Couldna stand what, mon? His betrothed refused to marry the day before the wedding. Let’s not talk about it- -come, wife. . “X a—na—stay! Look it a’ me. mon! I was to hae been bis bride! 1 tried to comfort her. “You poor dear, how did it happen?’’ “1 hae him nae said 1 wouldna! T hae the love fur him, he gen I still hae the love for him it war n tale, told bv a jealous Highlander!” She turned to me. “Lookit. ye. From a cupboard she took an envelope yellow with age. V?uon it was inscribed in Bane firuen’s hand, “To Tpsie. Dick’s baby hands opened it. for she handed it to him. Wrc found within a sprig of musty dried heather, with three faded buds. A card bore this message, “Three buds mean good-bve—forever. Tpsie. mv Bonnie. BANE.” “And he never spoke to you afterward? “X’a—na. nae. 26 Richard and I understood at once. The proud young man, a Highlander remember, had buried himself in the wilds, to try to forget what he thought he must forget, and yet his last letter was full of an incoherent jumble of Ipsic Ipsie. YVc cabled, and the next stcame. brought him. Little Dick often speaks of the time when he was lost in the woods, and the “Wed Tap Ladv” took lnm in and gave him porridge. Hen (’ntie Bane tame home ’ he adds. LENA KELLOGG, 13. 27 HARRY J. Will IE ILLUSTRATORS LUTHER O'HARR GUSTAV HA ASS CIRCULATION MANAGER ORVILLE COBTON STAFF ST No i: M'HKI SELIGMAN BLANK HOARD OF EDITOR EDITOR-IN-CHIEF HARRY WHITE orline harnett LITERARY FLORENCE SV'TII JI SSK BURBAGE DELIA JOHNSTON FRANK NKSH1T FICTION HORTKN8E WSSKLL JESSIE INGRAM f. r LLE HAYES SOLOMON LARDEN POETRY VIVIAN SLATON IRENE WALDHORST CI.UBS SELINA ROBINSON SOCIAL LENA KELLOGG ATHLETIC'S LOWNDES MORTON EXCHANGES DOUGLASS WINGO WIT ANO IIUMoR VANCE WIER Okl.lNL HARM rr III MHU DEBAR! MINT MANA(i! R8 KRI.K Sf AFL nrON M RE MY AIT AMistan rs HIUDU WORTHINGTON KVKHETT IUKKI8 Published five time i per tcholi! � c year by the L terarv So. et rs of the Centra! Hu h School, Birmingham. Alu Office of publication. Annex. Central High School, Bittmtuham. Ala. Subscription rales. 50 cents a year in advance. Single copies, 10 cents. Advertising rates on application Application made to enter a« second class matter at the Post Office Birmingham ’IK TIME of commencement is full of varied emotions, for it brings with it many meanings. To the Seniors there is joy of work accomplished, success attained, and yet also a feeling of sadness that they can no more take part in the arduous tasks of the lligh School course. !� v next year they will all he looking back mi school life with such pleasant memories that even the troubles will seem half-glorious. Many will study at higher institutions, many will start at once their battle with the world. Perhaps none will look hack with regret, hut each will step into his place, eager, confident: each goes 28 forth to win. And may success crown every effort. Those left behind trudge onwards, too—it is Nature’s way. We must move on. We resolve to be happy in the present, the better to enjoy the future and the sweeter to make the memory of the past. The Mirror’s best wishes are with all those who go forth into the world or into new college work, with those who will spend yet more time in High School. Yesterday is only a dream, tomorrow only a vision, but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and ever tomorrow a vision of hope. W hat do you think of an Alabama College Press Association for the workers on the College papers anil magazines of Alabama? Our attention was called to this on receiving a clipping from The Institute; News of Marion Institute. It seems a very good thing to us for much benefit would be derived from such an organization. New ideas could be advanced, study of different phases of journalistic work could be taken tip. and more interest in that line i-f work would be aroused. The schools and colleges would certainly be brought in closer contact with one another. , We understand that Alabama colleges do not come up to the necessary membership qualifications of the Southern College Press ssociation. If this is the case we approve of such an asociation being formed among the laba-ma colleges. The year 1912-13 has. indeed, been a very progressive otic for the Dramatic Club. It has seen the marked success of many minor tableaux and pantomimes. recitals, the Thanksgiving sketch, an unusually good Senior play, and the annual Shakespearean play. These affairs add much interest and pleasure to high school life, but aside from this, they have a deeper value. We believe the motto of the Expression department “Searching for the Truth. expresses exactly the worth of the work. This year the club has made an extra effort to understand better the great thoughts of great writers; to appreciate and interpret the best literature, and to increase the love f«� r art. So far these efforts toward culture have met with enthusiastic response and it is the sincere wish and belief of the Mirror that tlie future of the Dramatic Club will be a bright one. Now that vacation has come what arc we going to do? Why not spend some time in reading a few worth-while books. Tt has been said that the young people of today are inclined to read only the light and frivolous novels. As we have the entire summer before us we certainly have time to prove that this statement is not true. Of course a few novels that are wholesomely light can hurt no one and are really good, for they serve as a diversion. But there are quite a number of recent books that seem to have been written solely for the purpose of revealing most wonderful love experiences. tendency seems to he growing toward sentimentalism. In our leisure hours tot 11s take up a few of the bonks that we have promised ourselves that we would read. Choose not altogether front modern nove’ists, but go back to books that have become classics. Nothing broadens the mind more than good literature. Tf you have been “too busy to hear of the good 70 books that have been published in the last few years perhaps these will be helpful suggestions: “Queed.” “The Valiants of Virginia,....The It road High- way:’ “The Money Moon.” “The Heart of the Hills,” Molly Make-Believe,” “Cease Firing,” and “Tlu Iron Woman. Among the Graduating Class are many of the Mirror's best friends. We wish them all the very best of success and want to thank them for what they have done. A number of places will be left vacant on the Board and at first we will be very lonesome. But there are always capable students who can step into the new positions and take up the work immediately. 'Phis summer when you have time sit down and write an article to be published next fall. You can do it if you arc only interested, and we feel that since the Mirror is a part of the High School you are all proud of its progress. A WORD OF THANKS. We wish to express our deep appreciation for the sincere interest and valuable aid given us by Miss Bessie Merrill, who has been Mirror sponsor for the past two years, and who has given her earnest efforts to secure the greatest success for the Mirror. JO A Chat With a Real, Live, Sure Enough “Movie” Actress IIKN 1 heard there was a sure enough motion picture actress in town I was dee-lighted, and made up my mind right then and I hi re that 1 would make an effort to meet her. Wouldn’t you h vc tlie opportunity to talk with some one who just by her movement- and facial expressions could convey meanings both deep and frivolous, so perfect that a whole story could be t: i ied through than? I had pictured her as sweet, pretty, interesting and lots of nice things and I wasn't a hit disappointed. You wouldn't have been either if you had met her. Itv ''her’' I mean Miss Clea Ridglcy, of A isc- nsin. though in private life she is known as -Mrs. Richard kidgely. She is a “natural blonde with curly hair, merry blue eyes and the prettiest pink and white complexions. hen asked how she became interested in motion picture acting she replied that she and her husband were on the legitimate stage when they met an old friend of Mr. Ridglcy’s who had become a motion picture actor. Me asked them to “perform for a picture. They accepted and liked the work ami so it was not long before both became popular stars. They are now touring the countn from New York to San Francisco on horseback, which is Miss Ridgley’s pet hohbv. bile chatting with Miss Ridgle) she told me many things of interest. fflcn when iookng at a picture we make such remarks as “Oh. 1 could have done better than that.” or “Why didn’t she do it the other way? Miss Ri-kh v says the same things, but the environment is the opposite when a picture i being made and when it is being shown. There is no inspiration while acting and if so, it is often dispelled by the yelling of the director. When we see a beautiful room on the screen, usually, it is only two paste board sides, sometimes in the studio and sometimes out in the open. Another hindrance is that often the last scenes are taken first and the first last, so frequently when the charming ingenue is forgiving her penitent hero it must he awkward when in reality the quarrel has not taken place as yet—that sometimes comes after the reconciliation. Motion picture actors also have lines to speak hut they arc not required to he perfect; just so they use such words and make such gestures that will convey the meaning in pantomime to the audience, is all that is necessary. In posing one has to be very quick and yet not appear so. to pause would ruin the film which is made at the rate of sixty feet a minute. Careful consideration is given in the selection and colors of gowns, for a dark purple will show white in the picture and so will pink, while red and green will take nearly black. In a motion picture actors make-up rouge is seldom used on the cheeks for if there should be the 31 least particle of red instead of pink it causes the cheeks to appear bruised. Consequently, only the eyes and lips are heavily paint d. I he rest ot the face is covered with a special grease and then powdered to :- vc ’he kin the look of softness. Miss Ridglev X experiences have been both c-mi-al and dangerous. Once rV which were too large h r her and so stilt that she was unalde •� bend her knee, caiu-dm clutusim s in nn uirij .; her h r- i ich rc-uliod m her fading twice. Tlu last fall proved serious. I'pon her roe ver some weeks laier the picture was complete I with all a ci 'cuts re me ed from t lie story. Again whet) a pic itr • - tofm but the snow melted before ;h pictures c uld be finished. - the actors bought seven hundred poun s •:' sail and built a snow scene in die sr lio, in which Miss Ridglev was buried with dv • nc hand •:•■;o-v!. She had protected her eyes nose and mouth but bad forgotten her car-. 1 :if-irt«-natch the salt penetrated into her bead and site Mikercl untold agonies n-r w'ceks. I.ater Miss Ridgle- v as taking the part « t fir maid of Japan. Ibis lime her experience proved da gcrous though be regarded ii as fun. Her lover had placed lu r in a boat built for temporary use 01% and as it contained water. Miss Rid }c dm larcd i: hurt her feelitu s to get in it with her pretty silk kimbnn- but she did. 'hirtlit • more, in order t. make the scene consistent lung poles in-tead of paddlewere used. W hen they were so far from shore that the p d- v id I not r a di tile bottom a high w ind rose, making it necessary to cut the s 'd hut n t 1 efnrc they had been carrier! far • ut to sea. where thev were : •wued 1 fish' mien. However, this part of the film was eh'minat d from tin (inch'd picture. It v.o-i with mil'll rt-rret tiro I • aimed out of the window and saw it was dark, for 1 had i unwed the aftern n more than any in a long, long time. If Mi-s Ridglev c vr comes o l’.irmingham again. 1 hope that you may have the same pleasure I did. FAY VIXNT. 15. A Disturbance at Eyeball Castle ONE knew just where Eyeball C attle was located, but it was whispered about among many people, that it contained many strange objects, all of which had a most interesting story attached to them. I lie interior was destined to stay in darkness when the owner was not there. The sole occupant was an invisible old gentleman, who never entered the castle during the night, and strange to say, he had no other place where he could live. Mr. Eight was the name of this odd personage. The castle had white walls and a door that was surrounded by a large ring of blue, but there were no windows. It was protected bv two great curtains which, when danger was near, would glide quickly over the door and completely cover it. n the edge of the curtains was a delicate fringe which helped to protect Mr. Light from his enemy. Mr. Dust. Mr. Light was a photographer and painter by profession, and lie used the one room which the castle contained as bis studio. He entered there many times a day and every time he did so be brought a new picture. The inner walls of the room were of very fine architecture especially the back wall on which he painted bis pictures. One da while he was busilv painting, lie heard a great commotion in the yard outside the castle. He jumped up hastily and glanced out of the door. What he saw stunned him for a minute and he reeled, but he soon recovered and quickly pulled down the curtains that had failed to notice the danger which had drawn near. Mr. Eight drew the curtains just in time to save his castle from being ruined bv a volley of shot from the foe’s gun. for Mr. Dust and Mr. Wind had started to lay siege to the mysterious castle of their enemy, and had made a complete failure of their seemingly well-laid plans, for they had entirely forgotten t � take into account those detestable curtains. They returned t � their respective homes, fully disgusted with themselves on account of the small mistake which caused their defeat. The next time they were seen they had the appearance of two well-whipped clogs, and from that time on. they resolved to live as peacefully as thev could with Mr. Light, for it was found out later that no harm « r damage of any kind could ever rcacli him while lie resided in Eyeball ( astlc. (‘.RACK TURNER. ’i7- Junior High School. I'hitj by China Hall K a!j1. Co. AGLAIA LITERARY SOCIETY THE GLORY O’ THE DAY-TIME. There is glory on the hilltops that are veiled in misty blue There is glory on the trees, standing dark against the sky, There is glory in the heart o' me and in the heart o' you. There is glory in the life o’ us and glory when we die. In the mystery of morning, when the gray has turned to gold. And the blue is shot with silver and the cartlt is fresh with dew, And the wind has kissed the flowers till their petals have unrolled. There is glory for the soul o' me and for the soul o’ you. There is magic in the nooning with the shimmering shafts o’ light Flashing through the heavy, darkened trees. And the quiet earth a-lving hushed and still and white Hencath the dancing, flecked shadows o' the leaves. In the wonder-spell o’ twilight, when the ro«e and pearled blue Have turned to dusk purple pierced with s arry gleams. There’s the glorv o’ the heavens f«� r the soul o me and you, nd the mvstic peace o’ heaven for our dreams. VIVIAN SLATON. SPRING AND SUMMER CLASPING HANDS. The time of the year that I hold most dear. Is when Spring and Summer are clasping hands, Tis then that the skies are so bright and so clear. ”I'is then that the sun loves our Southern lands; The red rose is ruddiest, the clover most sweet. The daisy is brightest, the wild bird most fleet. The lover most ardent, the maiden most coy. And Life is a-singing its burthen of iov. CORAL WOOD. s' IN THE FOREST. My heart today has gone away 'I o nature and her glory— Where giant waters vast and deep (Ver rocky grottoes dripping Though many a mountain crevice creep, Or o’er the cliffs are slipping. And far away in ebb and flow, Tlie echoes, softly dying, irow louder as we nearer go Through canyons where they’re lying. Far. far above the mosses droop. Between the waters lashing; And rapids round the river’s loop Are ’gainst the pebbles dashing. A little brooklet lends its song As in the river dropping. While mystic shadows all day long Fall from the trees o’ertopping. ORVILLE M. COSTON, '13. LIFE’S LANE O’ DREAMS. After all a life is like a day Of springtime, when the bloom Of flowers scatters down the wav The sweetest of perfume. The path before us. when we start, Is glazed with glorious gleams And. fleet of foot and glad of heart We tread Life’s I.ane o’ Dreams. But when we come unto the noon, Ml ndiant with the smile ()f cloudless skies of early June We walk with love awhile. Unmindful of the faded dawn Of youth—so cloudless seems The ros way. we journev on Along Life's Lane o’ Dreams. .V� Love leaves us, and a shadow falls Adown the way once bright At noontide, and the heart recalls The vanished morning light. But through the coming gloom we sec The dying, rosy beams. The stars of hope will ever be. Along Life’s Lane o’ Dreams. BERYL ROGERS. ’15. THE MERMAID’S ISLE. A cloud-misted moon that shrinks And stars that glitter and wink, All gaze down, On the sea around. The island of rocks and silvered sand, A shell-strewn, mystic land. Where mermaids sing. 21 And seagulls wing: And the call, wild and remote. Floats toward the wave-rocked boat. That shudders and trembles and leaps, Then silently sinks in the blue green deeps Of the sea. A moon grown old and wise, A wind that mocks and sighs. Laugh round the crags Grim, brown hags: Guarding the mermaid from the sea, Singing in strange weird harmony. l’p from the deeps, A phantom ship leaps. The ship-wrecked souls arc her crew. She sails a sea of death-like hue. Fainter the ship grows fading away But Undine still sings luring her way Ships of treasure. T. W. 37 An Interview With the Birmingham iNews MODERN newspaper plant is a wonderful thing and if you have never been through one, you have missed two of the most fascinating hours of your life. e are perfect authorities, too. for we know. The way of our going was one of “constant endeavor.” The rest of our “family had received repeated invitations to go inspecting but they wouldn’t. Some didn’t care a ’snap about it, some were in poor health and were afraid the strain on their nerves would be too great, (instead they came to town and bought a graduation dress, just three and a half hours of shopping), some didn t think it would be interesting without a crowd, and some were intending to go but had to write a graduation theme. So one of us made the engagement with Mrs. inn and enticed the other one and started. It took several efforts to get Mrs. Winn located but the result was well worth the trouble. With charming friendliness she began the tour. It was a hot day: in fact the only cool persons we saw after we left the drug store, were Mrs. inn and Mr. Clemens, the courteous managing editor, the only cool things were the walls of the second floor. We first went through the reportorial room, a long room where everybody works. What concentration ot mind those people must have! There were about seventeen desks, nearly every desk had a typewriter and every typewriter was going. In fact it was just about as noisy as one of our study classes. Mrs. Winn explained everything to us, introduced us to the editors of the different departments, and showed us the “morgue, the pigeon holes where all the engravings are kept for future reference, and the pnuematic tubes by which the rolls of “copy” are sent upstairs. She also showed tis the private telegraph ticking away, with a man taking the message down on a typewriter, and gave us a peep at Mr. 11 an son ?s office. W e had become thoroughly enthusiastic by this time and were ready to appreciate the work on the third floor. The stairway goes round and round, so we were partly bewildered when we reached the top and completely so when we entered the composing room. Here all was heat and noise. It sounded like the passage from Virgil. “From here lie overheard groans, then the creaking of iron and the clanking chains. W e steered our way safely to the linotype machines up in front. These machines are somewhat like typewriters on stilts. It looked so queer to see a man clattering away on the keys and then letters falling down and coming out arranged into type. They have different machines for different sizes of type and one machine makes four sizes. They gave us each a sample which we are going to put in our graduation book. We next saw the type assembled into a page. It all reads exactly backwards and looks upside down but the assemblers read it as easily as we do 38 English. Then we watched a matrix made. Several layers of thick paper are placed over a page of type and run under a heavy roller; the type leaves its impression on the paper and this is put in an oven to dry. This matrix is then taken to the stereotyping room where the plates are made. All this time wc were finding out what genuine heat is. Everything we touched burned us and as we were exceedingly curious, naturally we were burned “some several times.” Mr. Clemens had two pieces of type with our names on them made: wc intended to use them for stamps, but one of us can't bear to get hers spoiled with ink so we’ll just use them for paper weights. Hut to go back to the stereotyping room. We are positive that it is the hottes place in Birmingham, and the sad part about it is that it keeps on being hot in the summer time. There is a pot of boiling lead in here that holds five tons. They put the matrix in a curved box. pour the melted lead on it. take it out, cool it and cut part of it off and there is the plate. It is the prettiest silver-gray you ever saw. just the right shade for a dress. They send the plates down to the pressroom in a dumb waiter. It was all we could do to get into the press room, on account of the large rolls of paper over which we had to walk. Each one of these roll?, contains about eleven hundred pounds and an average of twenty-six are used for the Sunday edition of The News. The press is almost indescribable. It is very large and very complicated: there are lots of big cylinders upon which the plates are placed, with two ink rolls, a feeder and a distributer, next to each cylinder. The cylinder and one of the rolls go over and over and the other rolls goes this way and that. The paper is placed on the press like a bobbin on a sewing machine and is threaded between these rolls. I he press is worked by pressing little electric buttons and by means of a safety button, the whole press can be stopped at once if anything goes wrong. Mr. Winfield, the foreman of the press room, showed and explained all this to us and the press started. We thought we had heard noise upstairs but we hadn’t. This was noise! It thundered and lightened, rushed and roared till our ears were almost out. The paper looked like a black streak flving through tlie rolls, but the most wonderful part was that it came out at the other end of the press cut and folded into a newspaper with its pages correctly numbered. We don’t understand yet how it is done. After we had got the paper printed we saw the circulation and mailing department, got us a fresh paper—we considered that edition our very own -and departed exceedingly thankful that we had taken ad- a mage of that opportunity. It was oho of tlu most pleasant, profitable afternoons we had ever spent and was the more so because everyone was so agreeable and friendly. VIVIAN SI A TON. r.LADYS CLEMENTS. The Senior Partner’s Coup III ' SMALL dour labeled “Private'' opened and closed not very Kvntlv. A tall figure advanced a few paces and halted in front of tlic desk, where the r. Partner sat buried in rings of cigar smoke. 1 he two faced each other for fully a minute, before either spoke. “W ell.” The younger man’s teeth came together with a snap. Sn you’ve come back have you? And I guess you’ll crow like a bantam rooster atter the hawk has gone. You might have stayed away a little longer, at least until site came hack and found out.” Slowly and deliberately the Sr. Partner escorted his “cights-and-a-half” from the paper-scattered desk to the much worn spot in the carpet, knocked the ashes from his cigar and carefully laid it in the tray at his side, lie leaned forward. Really. and this is a lovely reception for a kid to extend to his elder brother.” “Oh. Hell!, don’t remind me of such relations.” “With tlte greatest of pleasure 1 assure you it pains me just as greatly to remind myself.” I hen spare the public peace. There has been none for the last twenty days.” “And what do you intend to do now?” “Du! Great guns! man, 1 don’t mean to do anything. I’ve done all I can. There is nothing more to do. I stood hv and let that old fool Scruggs trick me out of every cent I possess. And looked on with my hands tied, writhing in my chains while the flames leaped higher nd higher, and then saw everything in the white smoke of ruin. And you, you. the D---------- only knows where you were. Wouldn’t our father pat us on the back, and beam on us with pride, the distinguished sons of the Governor? And our mother—oh. Lord!” 11 is hands sank lower and lower into his pockets, and his thick red hair tumbled in a mass over his forehead. Champ was in his hull-dog humor. The Sr. Partner leaned forward. Itis gray eyes narrowing. But she will not know, the home shan't be touched and the first man who breathes a word t her won’t need but six feet ni Mother Earth to do the rest of his gardening in. Where is Karl?” “Olt. bang it. ft’s past hope, past hope. 1 sav. The secretary and treasurer of the Larrington and W'heelock West View Realty Co. is sinking lower and lower every hour. I kissed him farewell three days ago. He's in love, God bless him. and this morning lie’s broke out in six new places. Nothing rouses him. He sits with a volume of Shakespeare and a dish of jelly-beans singing. 'Blessed He the Tie that Rinds.’ from daylight until dark. The 40 shock didn't even move him. I'm tired of it all. 1 here and now declare the firm henceforth and forever dissolved. His fist came down on the desk with a bang. “Here, here, prithee, calm thyself. The d� or opened and the prisoner of Cupid meandered in. Champ turned away with a groan. “They never fail. The firm bearing the dignified name of “Carrington and heelock West View Realty Co, better known as the Kid Brokers was watched with much interest. It consisted of the two sons and a nephew of the State’s last governor. The Sr. Partner of the firm, shaded his twenty-eigh winters with a pair of steel gray eyes which had a keen insight into human nature, and a mass of wavy black hair that extended slightly down over his temples, and added age and dignity fitting such an office. The younger son, scarcely out of his teens was known everywhere as Champ, owing to his likeness to a bottle of champagne, both in temper and coloring. And the nephew, as Champ expressed it, “is the best fellow in the world when he is sane, but the Lord pic-serve him now. Four months had slipped by since the morning of the Sr. Partners return. Behind the little door labeled “Private there was a silence broken only by the steady click of the typewriter. At last it ceased and the operator shifted her chair so that it faced the big desk by the window. The Sr. Partner sat in his accustomed attitude, his feet perched high, his head thrown back gazing out through the haze of tobacco smoke. On the desk lay two options strikingly alike but for a change of names and a small increase in figures. He smiled as he slipped them inside a drawer. “Will you please glance over this letter? And the pretty stenographer looked thoughtfully at him as he took the paper from her hand. “Does your head feel any better this morning? I hope you won’t have to wear glasses. They are such a bother besides the looks. His brow clouded an instant. “And why so concerned about my health? What is Champ paying you for this? The girl’s eyes met his. “He did ask me. she confessed, but really won't you take this advice and see a doctor? “And why, pray, do I need a doctor? “Oh. there is no use trying to keep it from you. He thought perhaps I might have some influence. He thinks--------and why shouldn’t he think it. You have acted like a mad man ever since you came back. Yes, he told me about the other day when lie had almost closed the deal on that black belt land, and you stepped up and “queered the sale by stating that the drainage was poor. And you broke it up again when he could have sold the entire tract at a 20 per cent increase. Then, when he asked you if you intended letting the place lie there until our option ran out. and then send the owner a bunch of roses, your reply was that the roses still had two weeks in which to grow before the option expired. Oh. don’t you understand? ’ 1 he low sweet voice was earnest and the violet eyes looked pleadingly into his. 1 he gray eyes narrowed and the lashes fell into place. “Little girl, would you like a raise? he asked. “Then for the Lord's sake don’t let Champ sick any more doctors on me. A disturbance in the outer office foretold the approaching thunder storm. 41 The door burst open and both saw at a glance that Champ was in his bulldog humor. He struck out across the room, dung down his hat and flopped ovci a chair, his red hair standing straight up and his eyes flashing. If the Lord will forgive me I’ll send you to the asylum tomorrow.” The eyebrows of the Sr. Partner raised slightly. Champ fairly blazed at him. Our black belt tract has been sold, and sold bv the owner, too, whoever he may he, while you sat by and cooed like the blessed cloves of Ethrophia. Our option is not out until day after tomorrow, and 1 still had hopes ot landing one of the customers you prevented my selling. But I suppose you will want to let it go. not say a thing to ruffle Mr. Owner’s feelings. Am I right?” ‘A cs. my boy. In the absence of a mother, the older son should always set a perfect example. Anyway, why should we mind a few thousand?” Champ groaned and buried his face in his hands. There is no hope for you,” he moaned. The Sr. Partner had touched the bell and risen. If a gentleman calls to see me. Jenkins, show him in. I have a little matter up with the owner of that black belt place Champ. Why there he is now. Mr. Scruggs, how do you do? 1 was afraid your train had been delayed Good news for you. We have sold vour place at a 25 per cent increase. I be. eve we agreed on a commission, did we not?” 'The short stumpy little man. past middle age but with a mass of sandy brown hair had paused in front f the figures by the window. Champ had risen and stood with clenched lists staring down upon him. ‘I beg your pardon, my kid brother, Mr. Scruggs. A member of the firm. 1 trust you have the papers with you so that wc may finish up at once.” He turned to his desk but the figures by the window stood motionless. “Remember sir.” came from Champ's half closed teeth, when last we parted I told you we would meet but once more. I didn’t know it would be so soon but I am ready for you.” “Champ.” the Sr. Partner interrupted not unpleasantly. “Mr. Scruggs is here at my request! If you will he seated, sir. we will begin at once. Have you your deed ready?” Champ left the room hanging the door after him. “You—, you see—or— I—I haven’t the papers with me just now, stammered the little man. “Indeed. I thought I mentioned in my message that wc were ready to close, but you have them in town, of course.” The usual red face of the little man paled. “No—er. that is I can’t deliver you the place.” “Really. Mr. Scruggs. I don’t Understand. “The little man fidgeted nervously. “Yes. yes. but you see through some mistake my brother who is interested in the place, not knowing of the option vou hold, sold it.” “But T thought you had no immediate relatives? Oh ves. I have no immediate relatives. Mv wife’s brother I meant.” “Just a slight mistake. I see. But you will cancel the deal, of course.” “That’s just it.” contended the little man. “the deal is closed and the purchaser has given some one in this city a sixtv-dav option. Look here, mv i'0' T will pav vou half the commission you would have made. Surely thaf will satisfy you.” 42 “We don't do business that way, Mr. Scruggs. Wc hold an option on your farm which does not expire for two days yet, and wc demand that you deliver the place to us.” The little man's face paled. I can't deliver you the place. Mr. Williams, to whom I sold, says the party to whom he gave the option will not release it at any price. Vou must compromise.” The gray eyes of the Sr. Partner looked at him keenly. Do you realize what you have done? In the eyes of the law wc have you.” I defy you to go to law with it.” said the little man and arose. Hold on sir, remember you are dealing with no school boy, but the oldest son of the late governor. You will come to my terms or perhaps it won’t be so pleasant for you. Take that pen there and write a full confession of the lies and slanders you heaped upon the name of my dead father, and the fraud you used in your recent deal with my brothr. Hurry, there is scarcely time for it to go to press.” The Sr. Partner leaned across the desk, his gray eyes narrowed into a steady gaze. He struck a match. It went out. He struck another and it went out. He reached for the third but his hand stopped. Slowly it guided itself toward the head of the little man. One quick movement and it had clutched the mat of sandy brown hair. He clung to it and with a sudden cry the little man sprang back and clutched at his bald head. The Sr. Partner gazed past the wig in his hand to a long ragged scar on the bald head. My friend does not like a scar, perhaps it brings back too clearly the scene of its origin.” “You! you! how did you know. Xo! no! I am not guilty. You won’t take me back. For God’s sake man don't give me up to them. Yes, yes. yon may have everything. I'll take back the slanders, every one of them. But I can’t confess. They will find me out. Oh, man, think of my wife. It would break her heart. Have you no mercy?” He fairly shrieked out the words. You had no mercy on me. You did not care for the good name of my dead father. Yet you would have me bury your sins, and let you go free. Xo. ' A few hours later the Farrington and Whcclock West View Point Realty Co. was holding an important meeting in the office of its chief. By Jove! old chap, you arc a trump, and Karl wrung the hand of Sr. Partner for the twenty-ninth time. And you knew all along it was old Scruggs who owned the place. But how did you manage the deal? Wen you absolutely sure he could not get the place back?” The red hair stood up in a tumble but the countenance below beamed with admiration. Champ was not in his bulldog humor. ‘Did you ever hear of a person having two options on the same place? Well, that’s what wc had. One from Scruggs, one from Wilson.” and the Sr. Partner smiled dryly. “'I'he rest was pure bluff, boys, pure bluff. I had noticed the peculiarity of Scruggs' hair but 1 caught it all in a tlash. Pretty lucky though: the chief of police says he is a long hunted and professional crook.” What do you say. fellows.” asked Karl, to dissolving the firm and changing our sign to PROFESSIONAL DETECTIVES?” “Thunder, no,” roared Champ, “that million and a half was made on a real estate deal, not in Detective service.” JESSICA IXGRAM, '14 43 r ' GLAD wc arc that the mystic glory of Spring-time is here, lis wondrous melodies of youth, hope and buoyant gladness are everywhere; in the shadowed green of the trees, in the calling Oi the birds, the gurgling of the waters and in the hearts of us ail. The sun is shining, the wind blows gently, we know that iod’s in his heaven. and Life is good. In the “Lyrics of Spring. Bliss Carman has voiced the elusive beamy oi a spring time dream. “O. well the world is dreaming Under the April moon. Her soul in love with beauty, i ler senses all a-swoon. Pure hangs the silver crescent Above the twilight wood. And pure the silver music akes from the marshy flood. O. earth, with all thy transport, How comes it life should seem A shadow in the moonlight. A murmur in a dream. These lines by Augustus Bomberger give a little lesson in words of sincere beauty. 4 “There’s part of the sun in an apple. There’s part o’ the moon in a rose; There’s part of the flaming Pleiades In every leaf that grows. Out of the vast comes nearness; For the God whose love we sing Lends a little of his heaven To every living thing. “Apollo Troubadour by Witter Rvnner has a fascinating, entrancing charm all its own. 44 “When a wandering Italian Yesterday at noun Played upon Ins hurdy gurdy Suddenly a tune. There was magic in my car drums; Like a baby’s cup and spoon. Tinkling time for many sleigh bells. Many no-school, rainy-day bells, Cow-bells, frog- bells, rnn-away bells. ♦ Mermaids laughing off their tantrums, Mermen singing loud and sturdy. Silver scales and fleeting shells. Popping weeds and gurgles deadly. Coral chime from coral steeple. Intermittent deep-sea bells. Ringing over floating knuckles. Buried gold and swords and buckles. And a thousand bubbling chuckles. Yesterday at n« on---- Such a melody of starfish And all fish that really are fish. In a gay. remote battalion Play at midnight to the moon. ’♦ Life now is filled with hope.. w« rk and iov of the sunlight. But the silver lights shall purple and the hills grow dark. Then we shall listen—“to far angels whispering through a swift sunset crevice in the sky. “Before the hills fade and night's shadowed wing hovers and da i done” Then--------“At dusk that fosters dreaming— Come back at dusk and rest. And watch our star gleaming Against the primrose west.” 45 A TYPEWRITING DEMONSTRATION. ' nc afternoon about the middle of April, the High School was honored witli a visitor whose typewriting achievements are calculated to cause a great deal of comment. In the person of Miss Florence E. Wilson, we have one ot the most remarkable demonstrators of what can be done by a young woman in typewriting. cry little need be said regarding her typewriting records for they speak for themselves. The remarkable case with which she writes and her extreme accuracy under the pressure of high speed, have won for her the World’s Championship record at the remarkable rate of 117 net words a minute. Miss Wilson wrote from new matter 7450 words, making 88 mistakes. for which she was penalized five words for each error, or 440 words, leaving a net total of 7010 words for the hour. Immediately after the one hour contest Miss Wilson also won the one minute Championship in competition from new matter, writing 127 net words. How has she accomplished this? By hard practice and careful attention to fingering. The Commercial Pupils which were present at the demonstration were greatly impressed with the unassuming manner of Miss Wilson, the rhythmic evenness with which she struck her keys and the fact that even when writing as she did 130 words a minute, she did not once strike a wrong kev. THELMA CRAVEN WOODROW WILSON THE GREATEST LIVING STENOGRAPHER You High School pupils often wonder who is the greatest living stenographer. You know that Caesar wrote his histories in shorthand. You know that the saying of the ('.reek teachers were taken down in shorthand, but you do not know who is the greatest living stenographer. It is not necessary to mention any names. The name of one man has already been nominated and elected by the whole people of the United States last November, when they chose the president of the nation. The Greatest Living Stenographer is none other than Woodrow Wilson, professor, university president, governor, and President of the United States. Ves, President W ilsem is a shorthand writer and a skilled typist. 11 is re-lath n to these arts, however, differs widely from that of other stenographic celebrities of the day lilkc Kditor I Sole. U rtelyou. Loeb. Vauderlip. Shuster and scores of other men who have attained great reputations and commanding positions l. using shorthand as a stepping-stone. 1’heir careers were made possible by a knowledge of shorthand and typewriting, but these have since bec me in great measure “the tools of ye-Urday. ith the president, on the • ther hand, stenography, although never a direct means of livelihood, has always been, and -till i-. an ever-present he p in all his tasks and duties. Tew other men have had the foresight and patience to master shorthand tor persona! use and solely because of it - time-saving advantages over longhand. In doing this the President has given a splendid example to all other men who have important work to do in the world. Immediately after Mr. Wilson was nominated h r governor of New Jersey and when questions were showered upon h:m h thousands, he was observed making notes in shorthand. Upon inquiry as to his stenographic ability, he replied: Ves, I write shorthand. 1 have written it for forty years. I learned fifteen years old.” That President W ilson thoroughly mastered shorthand is shown by the excellent outlines which lie executes, the average lligh School pupil can easily read his notes, lie has found shorthand ol great value in his work as teacher, author and college president, and he will continue its use as President of the United States. He wrote his history of the Nmcrican People in horthand and afterwards transcribed it on the typewriter, lie wrote his speech of acceptance when nominated for President first in shorthand. His daughter. Miss Jessie Wilson, who has of late been taking a deep interest in settlement work, has also studied shorthand, and operates a typewriter. For fortv vears the president has used shorthand in the preparation « i his speeches, books and varied literary productions, and it is no wonder ihat he should have remarked to Mrs. Wilson a short while ago that he wouM not take ten years of his life for his knowledge of stenography. To him it hu been a tremendous conservator of time and energy, and he could well pas the art this compliment Woodrow Wilson will he the first President to make personal u-c of the typewriter in preparing his annual messages ami important state papers. “The Greatest 1 iving Stenographer will also impart to the profession an added prestige and dignity. WHAT WE HAVE DONE? As those students in the Commercial Department look back upon their vear in the study of this course each pupil naturally ponders; What have I done in the past year? It is worth while? Will it pay to come back next year or shall I go to work and he a man' ’ 47 hat have you done? Why you have learned to think. You understand things now. hen your father begins to talk of stocks you can tell him things about them. But the most important lesson you have learned is that training pays. The man with training is a better man than the man without it for a position. Even you, with your half absorbed knowledge, know that you are better than the fellow with none. A thorough training is better than a half-baked one in the same proportion. Ask the Commercial Graduates if they think it will pay to come back. They have all dug through the hardest course in the Birmingham High School. They know what it is. N et. there is not one that will not advise you to return. You know the Commcrieal Department is a peculiar set. They actually get their lessons. Another thing that is strange is that they all know and help each other. The whole set sticks together and pulls for every single member. The spirit is that of an athletic team, each for the common good, rhe credit for this goes to our beloved teacher, who has built the Department from a small beginning to its place in the foremost ranks of the Commercial Schools of the South. Many familiar faces will not he seen in Room 322 next year, but we pupils who arc passing out of the life of the Commerrcial Department cannot but regret the many happy days we have spent delving into those depths of knowledge that abound in Room 322, and, in parting wish the entire High School, the Commercial Department, and especially those who will enter these studies for the first time in the fall. Good Luck and Godspeed. J. S. BURBAGE. COMMERCIAL JOKES Wasn’t Quite Sure. At about 1 130 the other morning there came a furious ringing at the door bell of a quiet house on East Seventieth street. After a few minutes had elapsed a head was thrust out of the second-story window and the following conversation ensued: What do you want?” Is this where Mr. Tawker lives?” “I am he.” “Did you deliver an address on ‘Heroes of History’ at the C. E. convention this evening?” “I did.” “You spoke of a man who had done beautiful deeds for humanity. His name was Philip Moore. Was he a Catholic or a Protestant?” He was a Protestant. But what do you—” I hank you, thank you, that’s all I want. I'm the shorthand reporter that took down your speech, and T couldn’t tell from my notes whether this hero entered the ministry or a monastery. Much obliged for setting me right. Good night!” 4 a OTTO SCHULTZ, 14. Business Department Kill.I MARK MYATT Extort From Savage Merchants Boss in General ILL VOL imagine a commencement at II. II. S. without clubs! Why, it’s a mental impossibility! What on earth would we do if we didn’t have the Shakespearean play, the Euterpcan concert and the picnics after “exams ! Twould he a Hat. flat week. t � sa the least, instead of a joyous one tor the majority. This is the time when, more than ever, the importance of the clubs is appreciated and our fame is spread afar. Don’t you poor misguided people who d n't have any share in the glory of these entertainments feel left out? Well, don’t let it ever happen again. The first thing you d owhen you return in September-—join a club! THE JOINT DEBATE On April 5. even an Englishman would have known that something unusual was to happen. Such a debate as to make a lawvi r ‘ sit up and take notice. Indeed, a college might well have have been proud of such a debate. The subject itself was of worldwide interest—Resolved, that the United States coastwise trade should go through the Panama Canal free of toll. The affirmative was ably upheld by Mr. Frank Nesbitt, of the Curry and Miss Lucie Buchanan of the Cl:o. and the negative hv Mr. Armstrong Cory of the Yancey, and Miss Orline Barnett, o the Pi rean. Mr. Hughes Kennedy, of the Hilliard, presided and Miss Anna Hostetler, of the glaia. acted as secretary. The judges. Dr. Eaves. Dr. Johnson and Dr. Chybrook, decided unanimously in favor of the negative. Mr. Theodore Lowinsohn played a beautiful violin solo during the intermission. The entire program va a success. THE PIERIAN Owing to the continue us stream of Interrupt ion, the regular work of the Pierian has been rather intermittent. However vastly entertaining and in- 50 structive programs have been rendered whenever we held a meeting. ’‘The Orient'' is a very broad subject and so we haven’t completed it but we have become intimately acquainted with Japan, China and India, and consider our time wisely spent. I he Pierian has been most fortunate this year, having won the Joint Debate and first place in the Girls' Oratorical Contest. May our luck continue! CLIO Now listen, my children, and you shall hear of the happy and successful Clio year. The course of study for the past semester, that of the poetry of our own country, has proved both profitable and enjoyable. The programs on “Child Verse and “Modern Poetry were particularly interesting. We have not only studied American poetry in all its forms and phases, but have had programs of infinite variety. Some of the most entertaining were “Concerning the Modern W oman A Parliamentary drill: “The Comedy of Errors and a Jolly Social. In the semi-annual joint debate, which was held in early April, the Clio was ably represented by Miss Lucie Buchanan. We shall lose a number of our most loyal girls this year and although we regret this and shall miss them very much, our membership has increased so much and the new members have entered into the Clio spirit so well, that we feel sure of a successful year in 1913 and 1914. THE AGLAIA Encouraged by the great number of new members and the zealous spirit of the old members, the Aglaia has been doing splendid work this semester. On March 28, the girls enjoyed a program on literature of the day. Miss ivian Slaton gave a well prepared paper on “How a Newspaper is Printed. On April 11, a very instructive program was rendered on “Birmingham, statistics and its founding. I he club had a most enjoyable time on April 18. The following program was very good. “What I would do if 1 were boss of the club —Miss Bertha Pizits. “Recollections of Seniors. —Miss )la Riggins. “Club prophecy.”—Miss Estelle Hayes. One of the last meetings was devoted to a study of “The Comedy of Errors.” THE YANCEY At the conclusion of the year's work the Yancey can look back and sec that it has made excellent progress. The club has adjusted itself to the new mem- 51 Photo by China Hull Kodak Co. I'lKRUN IJTKKARY S u IKT bership regulations and now has about sixty interested members on its roll. They have taken up their work and have gained much experience in extemporaneous talking, essay writing, and debating. Many of the political topics have been discussed at the meetings. Some of the most important were, whether the Cnitcd States should intervene in Mexico; whether Canada should have a navy separate from that of Great Britain; and the laws and regulations concerning the Panama Canal. I his year the annual pi nic of the Yancey will be given at the Bast Lake on Tuesday, the third of June. All privileges of the Park have been obtained, so everyone is anticipating a good time. THE HILLIARD « As The Mirror goe- to press, the HiPiard is eagerly looking forward to the I) clamation Content. We won first place in team work last year and expet! to do the same thing again. Mr. Richard M Adory and Mr. Orville Cost on have been chosen to represent the club. If a third man is needed, Mr. Virgil Roach will fill the place. ( n account of the numerous holidays in the past six weeks, the club has not held very many meetings. ThU has been somewhat demoralizing, lmt we arc again getting down t � work. It is almost time for the next election. As six out f the first seven officers graduate, there will Pc unusual interest, lit - chib will he left almost entirely to new members next year, hut they are hard workers. A great future is predideted for the Hill ard. THE CURRY LITERARY SOCIETY “Tis better to have fought and lost Than never to have fought at all— The future will prove the mettle. 'Phis expresses the- Curr; sentiments concerning the outcome iff the joint debate. Club spirit has been wonderfully strengthened and much support has been added to the already large influence of this Club. A few of our older members will be taken away bv the graduation, but new members are being enrolled to t.V e their places. The picnic was very' successful and was much en� oycd by all who went. Me hope to begin a new and prosperous career next term and ask all hoys to come down and visit us. You need the urry and the Curry ftceds you. THE DRAMATIC CLUB. 'Phe Dramatic Club, true to its name, has been making a most interesting study of the drama, both ancient and modern. The monthly meetings 53 have been very instructive, as well as enjoyable. Programs on the development of the Drama and Tendencies of the Modern Drama, were among the best rendered. An especial feature of one of the meetings was a morality play, Everyman.'' which was presented in the style of Shakespeare’s time. A series of recitals have been given b) members of the Dramatic Club in thg several expression classes. The seniors finishing the course in Expression gave very enjoyable afternoons to many of their friends. Parts of well known plays were read, and selections from the best authors. Since its organization the Club has grown steadily both in interest, enthusiasm and attendance, and its influence has reached through every semester of the school. All are eagerly looking forward to the production of the Shakespearean play which is to be “A Comedy of Errors.” The cast includes: Sol in us___________________________________Orville Coston Aegeon______________________________________Erie Stapleton Antipholus of Ephesus_______________________Vance VVier Antipholus of Syracuse______________________George Cox Dromio of Ephesus___________________________Paul Moffett Dromio of Syracuse__________________________Jack Cozine Balthazar_____________________________________Guy Wilson Angelo_____________________________________Morris Latham Merchant_________________________________Hughes Kennedy Pinch __ _________________________________William Barrow Servant__________________________________Forsythe Gordy Acmilia. wife to Aegeon__________________Anna Hostetler Adriana _________________________________Virginia Putman Luciana ___________________________________Orline Barnett Luce ____________________________________Irene Waldhorst A Courtesan________________________________Jessie Ingram Officers and Attendants. THE EUTERPEAN. The members of the Eutcrpean Club have been unusually zealous in their work this year and their efforts are assured a crown of success in the annual concert. On this occasion we will render Mendelssohn's “Spring Song. Selections from “Aida” and Hofmann’s Cantata. “Melusina.” The solo parts will be taken by Madam Marie Stapleton-Murray. dramatic soprano; Miss Evelyn Long, mezzo soprano; Mr. Leon Cole, baritone; Mr. Arthur Thomas, basso. GLEE CLUB. The year has been a very successful one for the Glee Club. Usually, high school glee clubs can not be compared to those of the colleges. This is not true of the B. H. S. Glee Club for. under the able instruction of Miss 54 Kitts and Miss Handley, it has achieved a technical skill above that displayed by most of the southern college glee clubs. Three entertainments were given: one at North Birmingham, another at East Birmingham and the last, the grand finale, at High School. The first two were given only for the purpose of gaining experience and many amusing incidents occurred. At North Birmingham Roney Hilliard had his chickens COMING home to roost. At East Birmingham Douglass Wingo and Erie Stapleton had much difficulty in getting sand upon the track for “That Mid-Night Choo-Choo. Jack Cozine tried to make Susie and Susan too popular in his solo, while Lowndes Morton wanted to spare the audience by repeating the second verse to his olo instead of singing the third. Despite these little mistakes the entertainments were very successful and were thoroughly appreciated. The entertainment at High School was a very enjoyable affair and was well attended, despite the fact that it was on a school night. Besides the musical program, magic and cartooning were included in the performance. The program was: “High School Song”----------------------------Glee Club “Cncle Joe”___________________________________Glee Club “It's a Long Lane that has no Turning”___( rville Costun “Bedouin Love Song ___________________________Glee Club “Honey Chile”__________________________Lowndes Morton “Creole Love Song ____________________________Glee Club Cartoons ________________________________Luther O'Barr “Love’s Old Sweet Song”_______________________Glee Club Mighty Lak a Rose”______________________ Harry W hite “Kentucky Babe”_______________________________Glee Club “Floating Down the River __________________________Jack Cozine “When that Mid-Night Ch«� o-( hoo Leaves for Alabam __________________________Douglas Wingo. Erie Stapleton Magic_______________________________.Burdette Garrison “W ay Down South”_______________________ First Tenors “Gypsy Love .Song”---------------------- Jack Cozinc “Going I p with the Elevator Man”----------Hugh Duncan “So-Long to All”............................ Glee Club The program was preceded by a short skit. The Glee Club Meeting,” written by our distinguished fellow citizen. W. V. D. T. W eir. 55 EAR ME! There lias been such a whirl of receptions and good times during the last few weeks, and we've had such a splendid, happy time, especially the Seniors, that we don't need to write them all up in the Mirror to remember them! We have had many, many happy times in dear old B. H. S., from the first semester through the eighth, and now since many of us won’t be back next fall,—it really is hard to go away from the plays and the teas and dances that are to be—we look upon our “good times column with pleasure, not unmixed with a certain sadness. The marriage of Miss Frances Ozanne, a 1911 graduate, and Mr. Paul Lanier, took place at the bride’s home in West End. on April 29. 'Pile ceremony was simple, yet beautiful, and the young couple left shortly after it to visit points in Florida. Dr. and Mrs. George Eaves have announced the engagement of their daughter, Dorothy, to Dr. Cabot Lull, the wedding to take place during the summer. The Mirror wishes the couple the greatest happiness. Miss Christine Norris entertained lately with a beautiful luncheon in the High School dining room. The decorations carried out the class colors, green and white, with snowballs for a centerpiece and hand-painted snowball place cards. Four courses were served. The guests were: Mrs. Norris, Misses Hilliard, Hansis, Barnett. Jones, Milner. Whetstone. Brooks and Leonard. Another very pretty luncheon was that of Misses Mae Gibson and Bessie Ferguson. The colors used were lavender and white, carried out in cards and flowers. Misses Clem. Turner. Leonard, Wilson, Riddle, Hansis, Ruth Gibson, Starbuck. Wallace and Mr. McGlathery and the hostesses enjoyed the three delightful courses. The Birmingham Chapter of College Women entertained for the Senior girls at the University Club, Wednesday, May the seventh. This was one 56 of the most enjoyable receptions tlu Seniors participated in. In the receiving line were Misses Judith Jones, Orline Harnett, Lena Kellogg, Anna Hostetler, Emily Whetstone, Bertha Pizitz, Freda Matthews, and Selina Robinson. On April 3 Misses Hallic Mae Riddle and Mabel 1 light gave an attractive luncheon. Violets decorated the table. Those who enjoyed the occasion were: Misses Mansis, Prendcrgast. Hostetler, Hayes, Bentley, Ferguson, Fannie Mae Riddle, Wood, Jordan. Dennis and the hostesses. Two very charming hostesses were Misses Emily Whetstone and Freda Matthews, who gave a luncheon for a number of their friends. Misses Cook. Mansis, Milner, Kellogg, Carr. Norris. Atkins, Hostetler and others were present. The color scheme was pink and white, beautiful sweet peas and ferns forming the decorations. Miss Flora Milner and Miss Minnie Atkins were joint hostesses at an informal luncheon f � r several of their friends, and ferns and tulips were most artistically used in a most pleasing decoration. Those present declared it one of the most enjoyable of the year. They were Misses Whetstone, Freda Matthews. Lena Kellogg. Christine N'orris, Lucy Jones. Selina Robinson. Katherine Ross. Marie Hardwick. Mansis and Emma Carr. Miss Lillian Loveman and Miss Vivian Slaton were among the most attractive hostesses oi the season, when they entertained at a delightful spread in the dining room. A dozen guests pronounced the afternoon one of the most enjoyable they had ever spent. The lovers of expression in the High School were ncjvcr more fortunate than when the Dramatic Club presented Mrs. Isabel Garghill Beecher at their open meeting. Friday, May the sixteenth. Mrs. Beecher, an artist who is almost unsurpassed in the South, read Shakespeare’s “As You Like It.” with unusual feeling and imaginative sympathy to a large and appreciative audience. If possible the pupils who heard “As N on Like It” will have henceforward a greater love for the immortal Shakespeare. Miss Orline Barnett will leave May the thirtieth to attend commencement at Auburn. Misses Handley. Jackson. Robinson. Spalding. Tuttle and McDaniel attended grand opera at Atlanta. On May 14. Miss Marie Klein and Miss Adclle Crumrine entertained a� an informal luncheon. Pink roses were used for decorations, and a four course dinner was served. Those enjoying the occasion were: Misses Weaver. Hanis. Rotholz. Barnett, Judith Jones, Anna Hostetler, Boden Rlacli, Klotzman, and Mr. Certain. Two delightful hostesses were Miss Hazel Kelso and Miss Helen Geohcgan. 'The guests were: Misses Anna Hostetler. Estelle Haves. Ruth Clem, Ola Riggins. Annie Graves. Flora Milner. Emily Whetstone, and Mrs. Kelso. Mrs. Conley and Miss Mansis. 'The Senior Class is looking forward with pleasure to the reception which will be given by Miss Bertha Pizitz at her home on June the second. Misses Gladys Bell and Etta Suttle were joint hostesses at a pretty little luncheon given on April 8. Lavender and white formed a nleasing table. Misses Ida Edwards. Ella Edwards, Joy Dovel. Salome Mawkin , 57 Aileen Jordan. Edna Stittle. Mary Suttle, Imogcne Goar and Emma Dennis enjoyed the affair. The Curry boys had their picnic May the seventeenth at West Lake. The boating was much enjoyed, and the girls and boys pronounced it “a royal good time.” The members of the Senior Class were entertained at a tea by Miss Mattie Hughes Kennedy on May the twenty-seventh, from four to seven. The class colors were carried out in every detail. 58 The Parting Shed a tear my brother, Shed a tear and then another. High School days have fleeted Like some powder over-heated; And, today we're parting, Out on life’s long paths are starting. While the tears are gushing. Hid the girl you have been rushing Farewell fond and tender; Then some flowers sadly send her. For at last you’re leaving And you know she will he grieving. Some will soon be giving Scrap to the world to make a living. Some to college going Domes abnormal to be growing. But we will remember, aye. 'Phe davs we spent at dear old High. L. M. The Season’s Successes XI) NOW that the school year draws to a close it is proper to look back upon the successes of our athletes and consider why they were successful. There are two reasons why our warriors have been successful and the first is Coach Courleux. In the two years that Coach Courleux has been at “High” tir basketball teams have won two I’rep” championships and our football teams have won two Inter-scholastic championships. Besides these achievements our track nun have set up records that compare favorably with the S. I. . A. records. The baseball teams have been good. also. There are no other two years in the history of the school that have been as universally successful. Besides teaching bis charges bow t � play. Coach Courleux has taught them liovv to be true sportsmen. Therein has his service been com- 60 mendable indeed. He is a firm believer in clean athletics and has demanded it at all times from his players. '1 his brings us to the second reason for athletic success. The second reason for our laurels won in athletics is the spirit of sportsmanship existing in the school. The ath’etes at High are the cleanest fellows, physically, mentally and morally in the school, hew of them have even the least f had habits. They are taught that t«� he good athletes they must he clean and they adhere rigidly to this rule in their athletics. Every team that ’t fid High” has turned out shows this characteristic.. 1 hey fight hard to win but always cleanly. This fact has been commented upon by everyone who has seen one of our teams play. High School lean: never has any trouble getting games, as some of the Alabama prcp teams do. and they have always stood for the best. At the present time the High School athlete occupies the highest place in the eyes of other schools that he ever has. Let us do all in our power to keep him there. FOOTBALL. r The football team, composed of lbert Stocknrir, ( apt., ( '•rev Robinson, Morris Latham. Douglass Win go, Bruce Snider. Robert Barker. Lovick Stephenson. Mien Lowman. Vance Wier. Thomas Bdauchard. I esse Burbage. Harold Bowron. Howard Tribble. Virgil Roach ami Lowndes Morton, won the Inter-scholastic Championship. It was debated only one time; then by Marion, a “prep school that gives a degree. BASKETBALL. 'fhe players comprising this team were: Robert Hanby. Capt.. Robert Barker. Marshal Hogan. Morris Latham. Roney Hilliard, Allen Lowman, Harold Bowron and Charlie Jones. They wen the Prep ’championship of Alabama . At the present time baseball and track are in full swing so the poor “stude is sure of a method to amuse himself. BASEBALL. Speaking of hard luck, this team has had it. Throughout the season it has been necessary to reorganize the team four times. Because of failures and other reasons the baseball squad lias been about as stable as a Hindoo fakir walking on fire. 'I be men who have made their letters so far. are Bobbitt. Jenkins. C ooper. Mvatt and Beasley. Gibson. Norton. Dilh n and Hammond have almost 61 played in the required number of games to secure their emblem. Harris, Cobbs, Bowron, O’Byrne. Stewart, Dorsky and Hall have played in one or two games at irregular intervals. Three games were lost to Bessemer High School, plus a ringer batttery, all by close scores. The pitching was good but our lads were weak on their hitting and fielding. Three games were dropped to Marion, simply because they had our boys out-classed. Marion has one of the best teams in the state. She held Alabama to a close score and defeated the Selma team easily. One game was lost to Tuscaloosa Y. M. C. A. that should have been an easy High School victory. The score was 5 to 4. Two games were captured from our loving rivals. Ensley High School, with great ease. This means that Ensley lias got a punk” team. Two games were taken from the Y. M. C. A. Our lads arc very good mechanical hall players but they don’t play together and they can’t hit. The pitchers are good but they can’t play the whole game alone. By the way there arc three rats” upon the team, something must he wrong. TRACK. VV'e have the best track team this year we have ever had and if they don’t make people sit up and take notice in that A. A. l meet June 6. we will eat our new straw hat. The team contains the following beauties: Vivian Jones. Henry Brazeal. Hardin Newman, Dorsky, Virgil Roach. Loyd Thompson (not related to Mrs. Thompson of the lovers’ information bureau.) Harold Bowron, Allen bowman, and Lowndes Morton. Jones has done the 220 yards in 23 4-5 seconds, the 440 yards in 53 3-5 seconds anti the 880 yards in 2 minutes and 9 seconds. Brazeal has toped a mile in 5 minutes and 53 seconds. Roach has put the 12-pound shot about 38 feet. Newman and Dorsky have made the too yards in it seconds. Thompson and Bowron star on the high jump. The former has cleared 5 feet. 5 i-2 inches, and the latter 5 feet 4 3 8 inches. Lowman can run the 440 yards in about 55 seconds. Morton has done 19 feet o’n the broad jump. INTER-CLASS MEET On April 17th the annual inter-class meet was pulled off in East park. As was predicted the race for first place was between the Juniors and Seniors. The Seniors showed stronger upon the track than was expected and the Juniors were stronger in the field events than the Seniors had hoped. Then, 2 too. the Freshmen were strong and beat the Juniors out of a few track points they had been counting upon. Perhaps the Seniors were urged to greater efforts bv the young ladies they had rooting f« r them, they should have been. It is sure their interest was appreciated. The meet was the most successful that we have ever held. A large number of the students attended and three records were smashed. The winner of tlie meet was decided in the last event. The Juniors won the meet with a total of 38 points, the Seniors were second with 34 points. Freshmen third with 13 and the haughty Sophomores made a grand total of 4 points. I’lie records broken were the mile, the 220 yards and the shot put. lira-zeal made the mile in 4:51 3-5 seconds better than his former record. This lad is going to make one «� f the greatest milers in the country. Jones, the greatest runner High School has ever produced, went the 220 yards in 23 4-5 seconds, bettering his former time by almost 3 seconds. Roach shoved the shot 37 feet. 4 inches, 1 foot and 4 inches better than his former record. Events. 100 yards—Dor sky. Freshman, first; Newman, Junior, second: Hall, Freshman, third. Time 10 2-5 seconds. 220 yards—Jones, Junior, first; Dorsky, Freshman, second; Newman, Junior, third. Time 23 4-5 seconds. 440 yards—bowman. Junior, first; Hall. Freshman, second: Sparks, Sophomore. third. Time 56.3-5 seconds. 880 yards—Jones. Junior, first; Morton. Senior, second. Time 2:14 4-5. 1 mile—Brazeal, Junior, first; Nesbitt. Senior, second; Whatley, Sophomore. third. Time 4:51 3-5. Shot Put—Roach, Senior, first; Harris. Senior, second: bowman, Junior, third. Distance 37 feet 4 inches. Broad Jump—Roach. Senior, first: Morton, Senior, second; Davis, Sophomore. third. Distance. 17 feet, 9 inches. High Jump—Bowron. Junior, first; Thompson, Senior, second; Cozine, Senior, third. Height 5 feet, a 3-8 inches. Pole Vault—Thompson, Senior, first; (Irani. Junior, second: Bovd. Freshman. third. Height 7 feet. 8 incites. Relay- Juniors, first; Seniors, second ; Sophomores, third. “High will have another track meet with V. M. C. A. Coach has been trving to get one with Howard, but they seem afraid. Don't forget the A. A. U. meet on June 6th at the Fair Grounds. B Men In High Very few of tlie students of our school know a “IV man when they meet him. It is true that they are remarkable f«� r their masculine beauty, still they are modest and don't wear their achievements upon their faces (excepting the football players.) Here is a list of the ones we have had in school this year who can wear the ‘TV: Harold Beasley—Baseball 12. 13. 63 llarold Bowron—Football 12. Track 12, ’13. Basketball 12. Jesse Burbage—Football 12. Thomas Blanchard—Football 12. Henry Brazeal—'Track. '12. 13. Robert Barker—Football, n, 12. Basketball, ’ii. ’12. Stanley Bobbitt—Baseball 13. Lewis Cooper—Baseball 13. Hart ridge Davis—Baseball 12. 13. Myron Dillon—'Track 13. Dorsky—'Track 13. Parker Gillain—Basketball 11. Marshal Hogan—Basketball 12. Honey Hilliard—Basketball 12. Walter Hickey—'Track 12. V ivian Jones—Track 12. 13. Allen bowman- Football 11. 12. Basketball '12. 'Track 13. Lewis Jenkins—Baseball 12. 13. Morris Latham—Football it. 12. 'Track ’ll. Basketball 12. Mark Myatt—Baseball 13. Lowndes Morton—Football ‘to, 11. 12. Track 11. 12. William Neal—Football 'll. Hardin Newman- Track 12. Virgil Roach—Foe tball ’12. Track 10, 11, '12. 13. Carey Robinson—F otball in. 11. 12. Track 11. Albert Stock mar-—Football 10. 'it. 12. Bruce Snider—Football 12. Lovick Stephenson—Football ’ 11. ’12. Baseball ’12. Loyd 'Thompson—'Track ’13. Howard 'Tribble—Football. 11. 12. Basketball ’it. 12. Gordon Wood—Baseball t2. l;ootball ’10 ,’n. Douglas Wingo—Football 12. Vance Wier—Football 11. 12. F.arl W'altcrsdorf- Track 12. A WORD OF THANKS We take it as our especial privilege to thank Mr. Price for the material way he has helped athletics in High School. In his position as faculty treasurer of the Athletic Association, he has been invaluable. He has taken a personal interest in every team that we have put upon the field this year and we hope that he will continue t«� occupy the position of treasurer. A better man for the place could not be found. In this, our Iasi issue of the present school year, ilie exchange editor wishes to say a few words to the students of our school, especially to non-supporters of the Mirror—for strange to say. there are in the High School a few “knockers. These few do not realize that they are getting a good magazine at a small cost. In fact, the Mirror is the peer of any of the magazines on our exchange list. AS OTHERS SEE US The Mirror i the best exchange we have ever received. (That’s what they all say.) CHIPS FROM OTHER BLOCKS I Understood. Go to father, she said, when 1 asked her to wed. And she knew that I knew that her father was dead. And she knew that I knew the past life he had led. And she knew that I knew what she meant when she said, “Go to father. How Could He Tell? Minister—(To little boy)— How dare you swear before me? Urchin—Excuse me. mister? I didn’t know vou wanted to swear. That’s Curious. There was a young man from Fort Worth He was born on the day of his birth. He was married in May On his wife’s wedding day. And he died on his last day on earth. 66 He Meant Well. A colored preacher recently prayed for the people in the uninhabited parts of the earth. His Dreams Came True. First Tramp—Ain't it strange how few of our youthful dreams come true? Second Tramp—Aw I don’t know. When 1 was little 1 used to long to wear long pants and now I guess I wear them longer than any man in the country. How Sad There was a young lady named Ella, Who boarded a train with her fella. A cinder swept by And lodged in her eye. Now he calls her his own Cinder-Ella. The Best There arc meters of accent And meters of tone But the best of all meters Is to meter” alone. A Card Game The Young man played for a heart The maid for a diamond played. The old man came down with a club And the sexton used a spade. Philosophy Uneasy lies the tooth that wears a crown. He Knew Kindergarten Teacher—AY hat meal do we cat in the morning. Small Boy—Oatmeal. 67 Which Was the Brightest? I 'mpirc— I'oul. Bright haii — here arc the feathers? I mpirc—Sir. this is a picked team. Advice to Young Ladies hen he gets tiresome give him a pencil and paper and tell him to work the following problem: Take any number between one and nine: multiply by nine; cross oft left hand figures; subtract one; add fourteen, then add original number. He will leave. It Wasn't Right Jones Did I ever tell you of the awful fright I got on my wedding day? Bones—Sh —. No man should talk like that about his wife. We Know It It is the little things that toll,'' said the young lad} pulling her young brother from under the sofa. How Peculiar He dreamed a dream, and when he awoke He laughed, as it was funny lie dreamed his son had written home. nd hadn’t asked for money Don t Let Him Get Away They don't hang a man with a wooden leg in Ireland. Don't they? Nope, they use a rope. A Toast Here's to the Teachers Long may they live Kven as long as The lessons they give. 68 Her Solution Mistress—Bridget, since you have been here you have broken more china than your wages amounted to. How on earth can this be prevented.' Bridget—W ell. mum. I moight have me wages raised. In Botany Miss Ribinson—Marion, what plants flourish in the hot season? Motorcycle Mike.” Crosthwaite. Ice Plants. One On the Lecturer Temperance Lecturer—What do you know about the demon rum.' Weary Willie—Who? Me? Why (hie) man. I'm (hie) just full of the subject. Cruel Thing He—I think women are better looking than men. She—Yes, naturally. He—No, artificially. The Way of the World Young Poet—1 called to see if you had an opening. C ruel Editor Yes, right behind you. Shut it as you go out please. Shoestrings Bailey in't afraid of roarin’ lions Ain't afraid of hats Ain't afraid of elephants in’t afraid of rats in't afraid of snarlin' dogs in’t afraid of squirrls Ain't afraid of guinea pigs. Put is afraid of girls. Now. Do They? Mrs. Jones—Women always contradict each other. Mrs. Bones -No they don’t The Answer is Simple Jnnc . -!'exilic an vcjv fond of melons in Germany. Hones—I low do you know? Jones—'I !� ev live on the Rhine. Latin is Easy Forte dux in am— Forty ducks in a row Passus sum iam (jam)—Pass us some jam lh ni leges Caesari—bony legs of Caesar I i lo et forte dux—Dido ate fortv ducks. Yes Siia.i; Eason—Generally speaking, girls are. “Shorty” Cowman—Yes they are. “Shag — Are what? “Shorty —(lenerally speaking. The Theme Writer 70 Very Likely Miss Cham I) less- I'pi n what did Chaucer write Ids ti rst poem? Mabel Beasley—I pon paper. Try This Turn failure into victory Don’t let your courage fade. And if you get a lemon Just make some lemonade. Just to Think If Eve had been afraid of snakes As women are of mice We wouldn’t have had to pull up stakes And moved from Paradise. It Would be Nice If I was but a little rock A set tin on a hill I wouldn’t do a single thing But just keep settin’ still. I wouldn't cat. I wouldn’t sleep, I wouldn’t even wash. T’d jest sit there a thousand years. And rest myself. B’gosh! He Knew “Beaut BoWron—Germans are good gramarians. George Frey—Aw. 1 don’t know. Very few can decline beer. Bob Should Study Minerology “Cassius” Guthrie—Is any mineral in liquid form? “Bob” Patterson—Sure, milk is found in quartz. Be Careful Irate Teacher—You are not fit for decent company. 71 Come here to me. Suggestive Primary Music 1 eaclier—Now let 11s sing “Little Drops of Waters” and put some spirit in it. A Business Man Old King Coal Was a nervy old soul Ami a nervv old soul was he, hor he weighed in his drivers W ith every ton of coal and also His shovelcrs three. It Would Break Him 1 le took her for an ice cream treat 11 is pretty blue-eyed Sal But fainted when he saw the sign Cream, ninety cents a gal. When To Study Don t study when you’re tired r have something else to do. Don t study when you’re happy r that will make you blue. Don’t study in the day time. Don't study in the night. But study at all other times With all your main and might. Seeing Things I saw a horse-fly up the creek. A cat-nip at her food 1 saw a chestnut-burr and heard A shell-bark in the wood. I saw a jack-plane off a board, A car-spring off the track. I saw a saw-dust off the floor And then a carpet-tack. 72 Foolish Question Mike— V hv do them false eyes be made of glass, now; l� al_Shure. an how else could they see throo them, von thickhead. Stay Careful Teacher— ise men hesitate, fools are certain. Pupil—Are you sure? Teacher- I am certain. He Couldn't Fail New graduate- Now that 1 have graduated Pm going to follow my liter arv bent and write for money. Father___You ought to succeed, that is all that you did at college. We Don’t Want To Hear It. ,;uv Wilson—Did I ever tell you the story of the old church bell? Konev Hilliard—No. let’s hear it. (Tty—It can't be tolled, only on Sunday. New Method Miss Lynch—Hive me the principal parts of to woo. ••Hook Stapleton To woo—wed—divorce. 7.1 Saturday, May 24—Preliminary declamation contest of the Euterpean club, all invited. Sunday, May 25—Every body goes to church. I'm going to see my girl. Monday, May 2b—School. Euterpean club contest. Look out for rain. 1 uesday, May 27—Semper schola—ladies’ day, Kennedy Piunket arrested for carrying concealed chewing gum. Wednesday, May 28—Poujours I’Kcole. Shakespearean plav. You were there. 1 hursday. May 29—Grammar school. All’s quiet in the hall. Seniors get “dips.” I riday. May 30—REPORTS! 79 touslcdy headed rats’ appear in the hails without collars. One remarks: Ain’t there a lot of girls round here?” knur moss-bearded, hoary headed, ancient, aged seniors ridicule these poor little fresh fes. Saturday, May 31—Work the garden. Sunday. June I—Rest and fast. Monday. June 2—Get out and hunt a job. Little marks in Latin, Smaller marks in French, Keep our baseball players Sitting on the bench. Mis . Weaver has the best carriage of anyone in the High School. Xaturallv. Why? Because she’s a Stage Coach. Young Lady— And would you really put yourself out for me? “Siraightnp” Morton—Whv certainly. Yotmg Lady- Then please do so. I’m awfully sleepy. T atham—But ain’t it wrong to swipe these apples? Duncan- That’s a great moral question: we haven’t got time to answer it now. Hand me that red one. 74 Photo by China HoJI KodaeCo. YANCEY LITERARY SOCIETY Mr. Seal—How many sides has a circle.' Two. an outside and an inside. W hat is lard in Latin? 4 t. 76 pagei The High School Ferret v [- 3 Suit Against Ferret Disposed Of. After months of thought and perspiration the grand jury, all honorable men. have handed down their verdict in the Ferret- llan-bv case. As most of you know, immediately after our last publication Messrs ■ Fire-escape” Han 1 v “Spot Cobbs, Hook Stapleton, and Shorty bowman brought suit against the her ret for libel. The plaintiffs wanted to swear out an injunction against us hut failed because their legal representatives. t'oston and Jar-den. did not know what an injunction was. lint after giving us due warning these legal representatives brought suit for $o5.(MX) claiming that we damaged their client's characters. The Ferret, as «� its custom, left the matter with its able attorney lek Patterson, a promising young liar, and we were justified in our actions. Mr. Patterson made a most flowery and eloquent talk. He proved concisely that neither the plaintiffs nor their legal representatives had any character and consequently that a damage of it was impossible. The legal representatives of the plaintiffs seeing that they must certainly lose the case, ami tearing lest more revelations would be made, decided to compromise After much argument the ease was settled. Wc paid the plaintiffs two li. H S. lunches, one ice cream Finally Fun 1 Heroic Boy Frightened (ircat excitement was visible in the High School one day last month. It had been reported, in the halls, that one Cheese Stockman, an American hero, had braved his death at the hands, or rather teeth of a ferocious animal. Cheese” made the following statement to the cver-ready beret representatives: 1 was passing the darkest and loneliest of all places when I saw a mighty animal five feet high and seven feet long. With a thunderous roar he launched himse!i at me. Hut he reckoned without his master. With ease I struck him off. and even as David of old did with the lion, so did I with this beast. This story sounds pretty good don’t it? Well the Ferret thought it did, and in accordance with our custom we determined to give him the Wingabar badge for personal bravery, but first we investigated. Our excellent detective staff soon uncovered other facts. Mr. Stockman's assailant was a measly little ficc. Mr. Stockman bad ignomini-oiisly fled at the dog’s approach. To get an idea of this firmly fixed in your head, tusc a hammer) see illustration, page 3. cone (slightly damaged 1. one woincjrwurst sandwich and one hot tamale. Those were immediately confiscated by the court h Room Sale. Due to the distressing facts that Sloppy Snider stopped school at the beginning of the year and that French Harp Duncan has become temperate and cats only four lunches at a sitting, wc hear with sorrow that our “beanery, the lunch room, is in the terrors of bankruptcy. Already the goods are in the hands of the receivers and soon they will be sold at an enormous sacrifice. Attend this most stupendous sale and get your share of the bargains. Kffeels of Storm Felt Among the recent dis-asters of the spring floods and storms w.v� one in which the pupils of the Birmingham High School should be interested. Mr. Jackie Cozinc suffered a serious catastrophe which should be a lesson to us all that we provide ourselves with cyclone cellars It was while he was ambling slowly homeward from school that the tornado struck him. With an angry roar it was on him. It tore down his beautiful brown pompadour and made of it an utter ruin. Later—His hair was straightened out and built up. Today Mr. Cozinc again holds up his head in the knowledge that his hair is flawless. Weather—We predict snow tonight 77 The Ferret Written for the dissemination of knowledge among the students of the B. H. S. and the cnlight-tnent of the world.. Editor-in-chief, “Tramp” Weir. Assistant editor, “Bugs” Wingo. Art Slingcr, Micky” O’Barr. All three above gentlemen inclusive. Two cents per copy, pay no more. Delivered anywhere human brings live. ll contributions must be written in English scrip. I'. S.. Earl Barker, type knocker for Ferret. 'Editorials We wish to thank all the students of the I . H. S. for their kind suppor during the expiring term. We know that without their hacking, no second issue the Ferret would have been printed. The Ferret has strong enemies in school and we have needed many friends to overcome our difficulties. We wish to thank the various members of the faculty for their kind patronage; We have been the source of considerable trouble to the Mirror board. For this we humbly apologize. Pernit us to give our love and kind respect to every young lady and gentleman in the school. We arc not stir-, that there will he a Ferret next year. This may possibly even probably be the last issue. Knowing the truth of this, as we do. we bid you a tender farewell and wish ou a happy vacation. We regret the fact that our able assistants. Mon. Douglas Wingo and Luther O’Barr have found it necessary m sever their relations with the Birmingham High School. These gentlemen want it known tha. they are still part of th. • r-ret. They are merely outside reporters. We have found it necessary to n H Mr Earle Barker «o our hoard. He is a rapid typewriter puncher and we needed him. Ferret Hoard Intact Next Year. At a recent mcet’ng of the Ferret hoard. tl;t c liters decided not t graduate this year. Each •lumber made a short talk in tavor of this measure. Mt. O’Barr said that he did not want to finish until he became older. Mr. Wier said that he could not think of leaving the beloved spot in which he had gamboled (not gambled) since his childhood. Mr. Ringo simply showed a test paper with significant figures on it. We are sure that the Ferret hoard will he on the job again next year. Life of Wier. P. W. D. F. T. V. Weir was horn at quite an car-!y age in the nourishing city of Fountain Heights, Ala., January 22. 1895. Very little is known of Weir’s early life except that he was tongue-tied and his father was compelled to have his tongue clipped (let us say right here that Mr. Weir has been talking ever stnee). While yet a youth lie displayed his ability as a mud-slinger by throwing overgrown pebbles (petrified mud) at the “cullud” population. Mr. Wier received an excellent education at the Martin school where he displayed great love for all outdoor sports such as marbles, fighting and hookey. In the later game he was especially skillful. By a lucky flip of the coin. Mr. Weir came to the High school instead of Sing Sing. Y lien Wingo’s fertile brain originated the Ferret he chanced upon Mr. Wier who was then doing hack work on the Mirror. The promising young journalist was made editor-in-chief and since has lived up to the greatest expectations oi his benefactor. Mr. Wier is as yet happily single, hut he informs ns that he is to be married. June 16. 1920, (none of your business who) Biography carefully compiled by James Boswell Wingo. 7S Douglas Percival Wingo. On the seventeenth day of June, 1K96, the world was suddenly awakened from its dreamy state by the jarring news that the prodigy of the age. Douglas Percival Wingo had been born. Instantly, all was hubbub and commotion. Reporters and photographers rushed to the scene. The Ferret, then in its early youth, was the first to print an account of the affair. But the beautiful young, baby did not know of the disorder he was causing. He spent most of his time bewailing his fate in a discordant minor key. Me was fond of eating and sleeping, even as he is today, lie was very hardy, being fed on oornbread and cabbage while still an infant While he was young he was continually getting in some scrap or fight, and the lickings lie got hardened him to his football career. When three years old. Douglas displayed a promising literary ability by devouring a dictionary and washing it down with a bottle of ink. Since then he has syallowcd many things. He has swallowed every thing we have said about him. When Douglas Percival entered the High school he became suddenly involved with an idea: he was inspired to get up a newspaper and with this idea, he came to tis, W c threw cold water on his plan, but he perservered. Fi- nally. we were convinced. The Ferret was launched upon its glorious llight with colors flying and hatches lowered. Since then Mr. Wingo has done many things. He has played half-back on our remarkable football team, he lias sung in the Mice and Futerpean clubs, he lias been the exchange editor of the Mirror, but first of all. he is an editor of the Ferret. Without him the Ferret would he impossible. We admire ••Dug” Wingo. lie is an ugly little brat but he’s ;� good friend and a fine boy. This is our opinion. Washington Irving Weir. Much has been said of the city of Refuge of the ancient Israelites, hut we overlooked the fact that we have just such a city ourselves. A Ferret reporter (not one of the editors) has had the privilege of entering this sanctuary. through whose portals, no punishment penetrates It was in the following manner: A son of sunny Italy who sella dc aps” near the Y. M. C. A. turned his eyes from his stand for a moment; our reporter absentmindedly” apropriated some of the lucious. b.it forbidden fruit fruit and beat it” for the haven of safety. The night-come (dago) followed with many cries of Bolici” but our nervy reporter reached the Y. M. C. A., entered its door and dropped with a igh of relief at the altar of the American Safety League. Michael Angelo Luther O'Harr. The most famous of all living American art sling-cr “Micky Angelo Luther O’Barr was born, November 16. 1S64 at Jerusalem. Ireland. Mr. O'Barr is really a son of Erin, but he has become naturalized and therefore America claims him. The hoy Mike displayed his artistic talent at a very early age. At the age oi two lie was drawing a small wagon i around). From that time on his ability has increased rapidly. At the age of twelve he drey something that very few artist have succeeded in drawing; namely. a meal ticket. Mr. O'Barr keeps his salary wing in excellent condition. At present he is “slaving exclusively ft r the High Sc.vol Ferret. Facts compiled fcv Washington (not f ) living Weir and ’a tis Sb� swcl! Wingo. 79 Senior Department Motto: Vincit qui patitur.’ He conquers who endures. O o Colors: Green and White o o Flower: White rose HTICKKS President__________________ V ice-1‘resident___________ ( orrespomling Secretary Peermliiiff Secretarv______ Treasurer__________________ Prophet____________________ Orator_____;___________ Kssavist___________________ I listorian________________ Statistician_______________ Poet_______________________ Pianist____________________ Vocalist___________________ 'iolinist _______ I Inches IJ. Kennedy ---- nna Hostetler -------Judith Jones — Henry Hamilton ---- )rline Parnett ----1 larry J. W hite -----Lena Kellogg ---Selina Robinson -----( r ille (.«� sti m ----- iviau Slaton — Freda Matthews Pert ha Pizitz — Kniilv Whetstone 80 Gustav Maass, President My heart is loyal to truth. Hughes Kennedy. Vice-President lie who obeys with monthly appears worthy oi being some day a great commander.” Anna Hostetler, Corresponding S cre.ary • 'Ti virtue that doth make woman mo t a'm re Jud'th Jones. Recording Secretary “Truth i the summit of being; justice is the application of it to affairs. 81 Henry Hamilton, Treasurer ' I cannot say one thing and mean another. Crl nc Barnett, Prophet 1 ° v l;o know thee not, no word can paint, .At il ose ! •• know thee know all words are faint. Harry J. White. Orator Me was a man. take him for all in all. We shall not look upon his like again.” Lena Kellogg, Essayist Earth noblest thing, a woman perfected. HJ Selina Robinson, Historian The soft charm that in her manner lies, is framed to captivate.” Orville Cos ton, Statistician In arguing too. his classmates owned his skill, for even though vanquished he V tiWl argue still. S3 Bertha Pizitz, Vocalist 'Thy voice reflects the um ie ..f thv soul. Emily Whetstone, Violinist heart goes well with music. ' Saul Adelson He was like unto a riddle l«„k-w f.,11 of wiu„ questions.” Jennie Austin 1 TS...U living ray of intellectual fire Hortense Bisscll A will that can not easily he changed proves a strong woman.” .� • .� :tv Lucie Buchanan 'Strong reasons make strong actions.” 86 Ruth Clem “Kindness is wisdom.” Ethel Colvard She finds a joy in living. 87 ” r — 1 J t- Adclc Crumrinc “Not much talk—a grrcat sweet ■silence. Lois Davis “She thought not of herself. 88 89 Celia Ellard “l air tresses man’s imperial race ensnare.' Jonsic Evans Meet her. and 1 am sure that she will please.” Aubrey Daniel On their own merits modest men are dumb.” Bessie Ferguson Ne er idle a moment, hut thrifty and thoughtful of others.” 90 Nellie Frazier (Jentlcncss is power.” Bessie Foster “Persuasive speech and more persuasive eyes.” Myron Dillon His genial soul is mirrored in his acts.' Marion Frawley “Deep-sighted intelligence with a cheerful heart.” 91 92 Helen Geohegan I saw ami loved.'' 93 94 95 Lucy Jones To sorrow I hade good-Morrow Mattie Hughes Kennedy Hu- always has a pleasant word for everyone. 96 97 Sara McNeill A cheerfulness that envelops all. 98 Christine Norris The most manifest si n of wisdom is continued cheer fulness. 99 Arthur Marks “He hath a clear and sharp wit.1 Mary Phillips Knowledge is the great sun of the firmament. ' 100 Willie Mae Phipps She is wilHrg to help when one is in need. ’’She’s a winsome wee thing And a bonny wee thing. Virginia Putman She who is firm in will molds the world to herself.” Mabel Ray A calm of thought her every act displayed.” Lowndes Morton ‘My only books Were girlie’s looks And folly’s all they’ve taught me.1 102 103 Allison Smith A noble type of good, heroic womanhood. Florence Smith Music is well said to be the speech of angels. Frank Nesbitt “ 1 he mind’s the standard of the man.' Lois Starbuck Cheerfulness is a blessing. 104 105 Lula Mac Turner To those who worry not there is long life.” Jeanette B. Wells Her heart was in her work, and the heart giveth grace unto every act.” 106 107 Mac Wilson “1 love such society as is quiet, wise ami good.” 108 NSTKAD of compiling the history of a hundred different prodigies without giving much information about any one, I am going to take the experiences of the proverbial Johnny Jones and Susie Sutton, based on fact (juite as authentic as Hart's and experience as universally shared by us all as High School lunches, though, naturally more varied. If you are skeptical on the subject of the authenticity of these facts, ask some of us and you will be enlightened. I laving laid all doubts aside, then, let us proceed. Ahem. It was on a balmy day in mid-September of 1902 that Johnnie started bis education. He trudged manfully by the side of bis patronizing elder brother, trying desperately hard to keep pace with him. s Fate would have it. his favorite playmate Susie, was starting for the same destination on the same balmy day. She walked demurely by the side of her mother, with golden curls bobbing and eyes beaming with suppressed excitement. And with good cause, for was not this the day that they had been talking about all summer? (Think of such innocence!) And not only this Susie and Johnnie but seven hundred and forty-nine other little boys and girls of the Same pattern. Well, they soon arrived in sight of the school, a red brick building, half covered with ivy. Johnnie and Susie were put in the same room, nothing more natural as there was only one tirst grade room. I he teacher, who was very kind, assigned them seats right across the aisle from each other. Johnnie appreciated this fact greatly, as his beaming countenance showed. Susie was ahs rbed in looking around her. Site found many of Iter friends among the number. Mrs. Sutton finding her daughter seemingly well satisfied, rose to go. telling her that she bad arranged everything with the teacher and that she might come home with some «� f the children, who lived in their neighborhood. Hut suddenly the world seemed dark, it wasn't the same with one's mother gone. Even J hnnic seemed to have forgotten her and was gazing with admiration at a pretty stranger in front of him. and this wasn't the first time that she had noticed it. This was too much! She bliinked real hard but the room appeared a sea of strange faces. Just at that time she thought she saw the pretty stranger looking at her. and Johnny might see her and call her cry-baby—0I1, no, it would never do to cry! She braced up and actually' managed to smile the next time their eyes met. a very trembly sort of smile, 'tis true, but the next trial she did better, and ben iniing interested in watching the new arrivals she forgot her troubles. Soon the teacher came around to get the names. Susie proudly spelt hers, she had spent the last week 100 practicing spelling it. and she could even print it it' she had something from which to copy. She just bet that new girl in front of Johnnie couldn't spell hers. The ringing of the hell interrupted her thoughts and school was dismissed immediately afterward. Susie didn’t know exactly what to do mxt, hut Johnnie told her to come along and she followed him very meekly. As the davs flew by into weeks the class learned “Headin' an rilin’ an ’Rithmetic and many other things that little girls and little boys in story books do not learn or at least keep secret, if they do. They were taught music by queer motions of teacher's hand, with the aid of the tiniest little silver horn that they had ever seen. Then came marvelous stories about Hugh Walker (Hiawatha) the Injun, and Washington, the father of his country. Not long after the latter’s picture bad been shown. Dr. Phillips made his first appearance before the class of 1913. Susie was so impressed by the resenv blaticc that she ran home very fast, that afternoon and said to her mother, excitedly. “Mama, (ieorge Washington, our country’s papa, came to see 11s today!” And she wondered why her mother’s eyes twinkled over such an important event. Soon after came promotion day and many more such days followed until they found themselves in the fourth grade. This grade left definite impressions on most of the class. That was the time, that most of the pupils began t � feel their self-importance, which some haven’t outlived to the present day; that they learned to be naughty, to make it their chief interest in life “to gqt ahead of” teacher, and that demerits found their way into reports. Sweethearts came into fashion at that age. and notes being passed recklessly, hours after school were the result. Lessons were not studied as well as formerly; Johnnie only pulled through on the B list, and “thankful fer that ' When liis parents reproved him and asked why he didn’t get good marks like Susie, lie would say Us many Johnnies do), It don’t make er bit cr dilTvtncc bow much I study, 1 wouldn't get 011c bit better marks ’cause teacher don’t like me anyhow, she’s alluz pickin' on me. Humph! Susie’s her pet, no wonder she gets good marks! But Susie did study bard and stood well, for rivalry still existed between Josephine (the pretty little stranger of the first day) and herself. In spite of such deplorable conditions, the majority of the class managed to pull through, though most of them by a very narrow margin. For the next few years, athletics became the craze. Susie’s highest ambition was to run fast so that she might engage in the races and other contests that took place on the play-grounds at recess. Often Johnnie participated in the boys’ games, especially basketball, and a dimpled smile front Susie was bis rich reward. After conquering fractions in the fifth grade and partial payments in the sixth, the ranks, somewhat thinned, entered the seventh. They had been told marvelous tales about the trials and tribulations of the seventh—how one had to take examinations on all work passed over in the Grammar schools and so forth and so on. It was not so hard, after all, hut then, this class was quite a prodigy in many respects. On account of its superior intelligence, Algebra for the first time was introduced into the Grammar schools of this city. Think of the trouble that class’s superior intelligence lias caused posterity! But it was mere child’s play for them, why it didn’t take them any time to find the 110 Photo by Chinn Hull KixUk Co. CLIO LITERARY SOCIETY value of X. in fact, the rather enjoyed it and other studies in proportion, so that an overwhelming majority passed into the great 15. 11. S. Oh, the sensation of that never-to-be-forgotten first day! ilow small and lost Susie felt with the old students staring curiously at them and mocking them with the degrading appellation of ••Rats ! Never would she forget her first visit to the great Auditorium, the welcomes, one after another, l the presidents of the numerous societies (how brave they must be to get up there all alone and make a speech!) and long talks by Mr. Brown and l)r. Phillips. 1 hen came one of the proudest moments in a student's life—receiving the certificates along with congratulations. After that none of them felt quite so small. Attcr the certificates had been received, the pupils were assigned separate rooms— session rooms” they were called. Alas, in the supreme ignorance of tlte 1 acuity on such subjects. Susie and John (hereafter we shall call him John, because he’s getting old) were separated! Now, whoever heard of such abominable mismanagement? Susie found herself in a room in which there was scarcely a familiar face. She felt so lonesome, and no wonder, for lu-re she was in a huge room on the third floor with a man for a teacher, and this alone was an experience all hv itself. But this wasn’t all, oh, no, the worst is yet to come—she got lost! You see it was like this—when the class was dismissed she walked mechanically down the winding steps without paying any attention to the direction in which the pupils around Iter were going: so she came to the basement before she stopped. She wondered wlty it was so deserted down there and lost no time in getting out, but hv the wrong entrance, not knowing the difference, however. And so with eves cast down, she began her misguided search for town, for Susie lived on the Southside. There were many pupils passing, but site would have died rather titan have asked them the direction of town for that would certainly have given her away, and no mistake, as a rat. Site turned corners recklessly and did not look up until she had stopped before—guess what—the Terminal Station. She stared at it stupidly; someone nudged her elbow. On turning around she beheld the woe-begone countenance of Josephine. “Susie Sutton. she began, “do you mean to say that you are lost, too?” ( h. no, she said ironically, I was just standing here for my health, of course!” I� ut their sense of humor got the best of them and prevented two showers of tears, so that they boarded a Terminal car that had stopped before them, with arms interlocked. And so the troubles of the first day ended. h, the experiences the “rats” had for the first week, pouring over schedules and getting lost every other minute. Then, too, they scarcely received tlie proper amount of respect accorded persons of such unusual intelligence. indeed, everyone seemed to regard them in th light of a joke: some plotting contrivers would actually direct an inquiring Freshman to when looking for 104. and some would mysteriously find themselves in the Lunchroom when they should have been in their session rooms. But being an extraordinary class (as 1 have said before. I believe) they soon solved the “mvsterv of the winding stairs” and began to assume quite as wise an experienced air as the Seniors. Onward the class marched, taking its share in all that High School afforded. in Council. Literary Societies. Athletics and the hearts of the Faculty. 112 'j'hc ranks thinned as they advanced, some being vanquished by such hardened foes as Caesar, others entangled in the deep mystery of Science and many claimed by the heavy tribute to MATH. Among the vanquished was John and among the victorious. Susie; ( Just like a girl!) John’s failing was Athletics. Oh, how lie loved football! But it proved his Waterloo in the end as his reports showed. These were days when Susie was cold, for siie couldn’t have much respect tor him when his ambition was slumbering. But when he saw that she was really in earnest, he got to work,” and spent a whole .summer in paying for his neglect. After that he took unusual care not to let it happen again, even at the expense ol keeping out of baseball one whole Spring; and so be remained in favor and twas well worth the sacrifice for there was not a lovlicr maiden in all High School than Susie. As Juniors the class trembled at the thought of 229. Had they not heard rumors ever since their arrival of the punishments meted out to wrong doers there? Many had already had their share when they had overslept. But those who knew their lessons had no cause for alarm, and after their initiation their knees ceased t shake. All. however, were not included in this class Poor John was far from happy. You could always depend on him to do the curious thing! You could depend on him to spell the vocative of proper names ending in ins with a short e. and to translate si qnis. if what, and to hold his book in his right hand ever single time. But after a while he tired of being laughed at and when he got down to serious work, he surprised the class with what he could do. when he tried. And so with ups and downs, mostly downs, the class finally reached the exalted state of being Seniors—but. Tell me not with steady eyelid To he a Senior is like a dream. For Seniors have their troubles. And their privileges arc not what they seem! Oh. the knocks that we poor Seniors have received. Why, 1 am firmly convinced that the Faculty was an organized conspiracy for the purpose of persecuting innocent Seniors. Yc couldn’t open our mouths in the library without being sent straight to our session rooms with a handful of demerits, and kept out for a week: second offence until vacation! (Yes. you needn’t smile—these are facts! I know for I’ve experienced the pangs myself!) But the outside references poured in just the same from all studies. The clouded skies just rained down extra themes to be written and duties and responsibilities enough to burden Teddy Roosevelt himself! Just look at us. don’t we look emaciated and scholarly? Just think of the midnight oil we have consumed and the pounds we have lost! Is it all worth, a little scrap of paper, just so big. Indeed it is: it you wish to prove it, just ask one of us what we would take for it! Think of what it stands for—eleven years of unceasing “toil and trouble.” Though many of our companions have fallen by the way. we have remained faithful to the last— no. 'tis not the last, but onlv a preparation and foundation for character and life. And so we leave part of our hearts (and maybe some new scenery or statuary) hut take with us—all that we are. and. as we stand together for 113 the last time as a class, we have tlu- sincere desire to prove worthy of the time and thought lavished on us by our teachers. And though . Time may come. And time may go. We ll love I� . II. S., forever. P. S. I almost forgot to tell you about Johnnie and Susie—perhaps, you would be interested in hearing how it all came out. Well, “It ended, as such little stories may, very much in the usual—way.” SELINA ROBINSON 114 He Conquers Who Endures S YVE leave the High School today we should have a full understanding of the motto we have chosen, “He conquers who endures. Do we realize its significance? Do we see the hope that it offers? When we are downcast and despondent we shall have its promise before us, we shall he spurred on by its meaning and will he able to form new resolutions to endure and to succeed. Can we look into the future and see the life that is to come, its trials and temptations, its struggles and strife? If we can, we shall see that before we are able to stand the disappointments in life, we must master ourselves, gain perfect knowledge and control of self. 1 here was never a man who did not wish to succeed, but not every man can endure. So now. as we take our first step into the world, let us prepare to meet the trials that we shall encounter. Let us master ourselves. He who endures in life, he who can smile through his troubles, is truly a great conqueror among men. for he has determination and the so-called “grit. The man who has the greasiest endurance should have the greatest power, and with these two. difficulties are placed aside. Have you ever noticed the progress of men? Why does one man advance so much more rapidly than another? Because one can endure and the other can not: one knows himself and the other does not. The man who has abstained from the worldly temptations and lived a pure life has the strength and control that the man of the world, the dissipated man. can never possess. One has gained strength through resisting temptations and the other has weakened himself through yielding to them. As the steel is tempered so is the man tempered. By exposing a piece of ordinary iron to extreme heat, the strongest of metals, steel, is produced: and by exposing the man to life the strongest character is formed. For one to master himself so that he may endure and win in the world, it would he wise to remember Tennyson’s saying, “Self-reverence, self-knowledge. self-control, these three alone, lead life to sovereign power. Self-reverence is the realization that our bodies arc temples in which our souls reside. To preserve the soul and keep it pure, we must have these temples clean and sacred, guarded from all injury. The man who is negligent of self, who cannot respect himself, is indeed pitiful, he cannot demand respect of others. He is only a vacant house, for the spirit is lacking. Self-knowledge is the understanding of ourselves and our actions. 1 he man who wishes to progress must have a full knowledge of himself before he begins his task. Wc must learn our likes and dislikes and know our abil- 115 ities and our inabilities. To guard against failure and defeat we must be in absolute touch with our inner-self. In perfect knowledge of self, we see our failings and short-comings and, thereby, learn to strengthen them; we are enabled to have the self- control that all men of today need. Self-control is the conducting of one's self with dignity and composure under all conditions. The man, who under a great strain can keep a clear mind, who is able to think, is the man who is looked to for guidance. Kverv-one admires the man who keeps the upper hand in control, who has his temper, his mind, and his life in perfect accord with his will. W e must remember that we are going now to take our places in the world and to do this we must have self-reverence, self-knowledge, and self-control. Then, we shall have thoroughly mastered self. We will he ready to go lorth and assume our various positions in life, and he prepared to face and to endure the life-battles that will be inevitable. As wc go into the world we become men and women. W e go each to billow his or her chosen path. W c shall not always find success awaiting us: oftentimes it is best that we suffer defeat, for our characters are strengthened and we learn to endure. Some • our paths may he rough, and tilled with many windings, some may be smooth and open, but at the end of them all is a glorious reward for him who has endured. Youth’s natural vision of life is one of beauty and pleasure, one of fragrance and joy. We should see life now as it really it. and realize that it can not always he smooth-flowing and rich. W e must be strengthened by the obstacles we encounter. There was once a great prize offered in a far off city. A young man. vigor. us and healthy, heard of it and thought. “1 would like to obtain that prize. He set out over the country, and while he was walking he became tired and hot. He lay down to rest and fell asleep on the roadside. A cripple, whose sufferings had strengthened his endurance, also heard of the prize and thought. “If I could only win it. I will!” He set out. and though every step sent a pain through his trembling body, he kept steadily on. lie looked forward and saw onlv the prize and his need of it. The man on the roadside slept too long and the cripple won the prize. I see from my house hv the side of the road. I� v the side of the highway of life. The men that press on with the ardor of hope, nd the men that are faint in the strife. Which of these types will we be? Why can’t we always be tilled with the ardor of hope that our motto gives, and push onward ami endure the strife? Our high school life has been only the opening chapter to our maturer lives. Ve have endured but slightly, we have conquered but the small things. Now wc enter the world with little experience, to advance by degrees. Let none of us fall by the wayside or become faint. Let us ever keep before ms our motto, Yincit qtti pqtitnr,” He conquers who endures. HARRY J. WHITE. 115 Complete Statistics of the Class of 1913 OOX after my election to the office of Statistician 1 took a voyage to ashington where 1 interviewed Father Time. Father Time has his office half past the Weather Bureau and a quarter to the I'nited States Census office. Tapa Time.” 1 said. 1 have come to visit you to obtain some much needed information. Father l ime cleared his throat, wound his watch, and offered me a piece of chewing gum. “Well. said he. “ hat can 1 do for you? 1 told him. and so he took me into a little room where all around were distributed machines of curious construction. His path led me along a little Lane which, he said, would place me on a Heidt. l ime turned the crank of one machiine known as an intellograph and placed a record on the disk. This followed: There arc but three White people in your class and one is Vallie Young. Your class colors are green and white; the green is in the rest of the class, with the exception of the Statistician, of course. You have no heads; diameter. 34 feet; density. 86 per cent; circumference, by Counsel man and pi-r square, 107 6-7 feet. You have 220 feet; this number, however, does not reduce to 73 f-3 yards. Why? Mathematics supplies a special foot rule. Your class comes under the head of neither bipeds nor quadrupeds- better call it a mille-ped. and let it go at that. Your intellect is great. Totally you possess more knowledge than is contained in a World’s Mamanac. and can tell everything from the price of a paper of pins to the quality of compressed tone in a pipe organ. Next Papa l ime led me to a machine he called the Tetupograph. After winding it up he pushed a sixty-nine-cent alarm clock into a little groove which ticked off the following: One person converts annually )oo hours of time into education : in four years. 3.600 hours of time. And now some of you want to convert it into cash. s a body you have annually consumed 108.000 hours. Every four years you have consumed 432.000 hours. Thus you have used 18.000 days or, more technically, you have used 49 years. 11 months. 28 days, 4 hours. 13 minutes. 40 seconds and 3 ticks of time. If you converted this time into cash at the rate of $5.00 per hour, von would have the immense sum of $2,160,000.00: or an average of $18,000 each. I will he glad. said Father Time, to collect this amount for you at 6 per cent interest if you will send me the names of the indebted parties. 1 laughed at this. Next Father Aeneas- 1 mean Father rime— led me t a Shade known as the Sorrowing One. From this shade came forth groans and shrieks: “Oh! 11 The High School lunches —but with a cry of pain 1 left this sa l shade. I now found myself standing before an ordinary adding machine. Father Time struck a few keys and then handed me a sheet of paper on which was written : average age of boys. 17; girls, 2. Amalgamated average. 19 1-2. “Father Time. I said, haven't you reversed the figures of the boys' and girls’ ages? 1 know that my sweet age of sixteen will bring down the hoys’ average, but how about the girls’? I am afraid to tell them that.” But Daddy Time said, “The machine never fails. Another slip was given me. Our average height this paper stated, was 5 feet. 7 and 4-1000 inches. The necessary deductions had been made for high heels and superfluous hair. Our total height was 670 feet said the paper. If this age were given to one person how much, how infinitely much, would we know! “Hold. said Father Time, “if you were all one person you would weigh 16.200 pounds, you would be 670 feet high, your heads would be 107 f 7 feet m circumference: waist measure would be 250 feet: your shoes would be size 120. and their length would be 28 feet. How much would you know? He did not answer but he swept his arm comprehensively toward a great stack of hooks. I looked at the first—it was an almanac. Father,” said I. “how many pleasant hours have we spent in school?” Father Time yawned audibly, his head nodded, and a gentle snore broke the stillness of the air. But hark! what was that I heard? “Fnglish was your most delilghtful tudy. V. . . 7. 7. 7. -hum! Father l ime was talking in his sleep! You have all but a speaking acquaintance with Burke, and an English grammar is like a novel to you. So many weekly themes have been written that you are now able to write them in your sleep—thus economizing on time and study. Honk! Honk! Honk! and Father Time snored while I made entries in a can of condensed sunlight, of all he said. And now lie sang like this: “Of all our birds so bright and gay, the best it little ’Arrv J(ay)“ His stream of intellectual thought returned. “Everyone lias heard of and has attended matinees but the privilege of going to Mr. Counsel man's “Mathinccs” lias been reserved to High School students alone—and especially to Hughes Kennedy. Lucy Jones, Lucie Buchanan, and Hortense Bissell. The “Latinces' were the source of a puzzling conundrum for some time: but it was at last found that they differed from other matinees only in respect to time—the “Latinces’ coming on Wednesday. Latin,” said Father Time, but at this juncture lie snored so loudly that he woke himself up. I suppose because Latin is a dead language. Satisfied that lie bad given me some secrets lie otherwise would not have told. I concealed what I had heard in a dictograph and listened to what was coming. “Papa Time.’’ I queried, “who is the hardest working member of our class? Father Time led me to a shelf and took down a bottle labeled Spirits. “This.” said he, “is the spirit of Truth. He opened the bottle—and he took a drink. In a moment an inspired light came into bis eves, and lie said: “Lowndes Morton. Virgil Roach, and Saul Adelson are all running a close race. This is the amount of their work: Morton------ hours studied in four 118 years, 4; Roach—hours studied in first three years, 1, last year none; Adelson —hours studied in four years, 4 below zero. Adelson wins the prize.” He seemed to be getting sleepy again. Wahoo” said Dada Time in a gigantic yawn, Oh! but I'm sleepy. Y ant to hear some music?” He slipped a record on a machine that looked like a cross between a phonograph and an electric chair and the following was thrown at old Daddy 'Time and me: Vivian’s vernacular lends vividness to her verse. In a little Garden full of stones and Cantalou(pes) the Muhns from M(any) Graves said: Kinney climb to the Heidt? 1 started to relieve him of his Joy at this Jolly joke when he said, “Some seniors are fat and some Orline. My wrath was sharpened on a hetstone but he said, If the Maass is Nesbitt can the Star-buck? With a shout of rage 1 struck him Hard and left him Blank, but yet he said, Be Clem, be Clem. During our four years here there has always been a Ray of hope even if at times we have cast our Riggins into the Wells. Though some of us have failed we have always made our Marks. Kellogg has furnished our breakfast food, though we have never forgotten our little bale of Hay(cs). Contrary to expectations our Perry has gone to neither the North nor South pole; this Perry however, has achieved distinctions at home and can proudly say that she has made numerous conquests. M e may not be superstitious but we have to admit that for four years we liac been haunted by a grinning Scull. Whether our girls are sentimental or not. cannot be said : but Virgil Roach was heard to say a few days ago.—“Docs Lillian Loveman? A whole tribe of sturdy Smiths graduate, some of whom like to Lowndes around. Though some of us have consistently and inconsistently failed, we have always had our Bessie to Foster our Marks. '1 he suffragette camp led by Mary Garrett and the whole Jones family have enlisted in their ranks the Hamiltons. Lovemans. Putmans—most of whom are women —Simpsons. Fergusons. Thompsons, Woodsons, and many other sons and daughters. Even our little Selina Robinson waves a banner lustily with the thrilling criy of Votes for Women. And now. Classmates and Friends, the time draws near when I must close. Ere long the Statistics of this class, as a body, will be ended forever, and your Statistician will be preserved but as a memory. ()ur four years here have been the most fruitful of our lives. Life—true Life—now lies before us as a wondrous valley yet unexplored. Tomorrow we part to wend our several ways through this valley. Some, no doubt will find glory, success and prominence. It is my earnest wish, my dearest hope, that the future contains for you—every one—as glorious realizations as my hopes for you can bring forth. May the entries that you inscribe on the Book of 'rime be ones of success. May there be for vou all in the Future yet unfolded, realization that surpass even my warmest hopes. And when the work is done, and the last entry made by our mortal lives; when the dimming sun casts its twilight glow may each one say: “Sunset and evening star. And one clear call for me! And may there he no moaning of the bar. When I put out to sea. 119 Bin such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam. When that which drew from out the lxumdless deep Turns again home. Twilight.-—and evening hell, And after that, the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark. For though from out our bourne � f Time and I Mace The flood may bear me far. I hope to see my pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. ORVILLE MEX EES COSTON. 120 Scott’s Heatherland I - HERITAGE of every man is his country and Sir Walter Scott aprcciatcd this fact as have few other writers of any note. In 1773. at tlic age of three years the boy was left lame by a fever, ami his father sent him to his grandfather's farm at Snail holm, to enjoy the bracing Scottish air. Sandyknowe, the coun- ---—----- try home, was conducive to a strong physical life, as well as a strong uplifting of genius—a mental development which was the keynote to all Scott's future career. Here it was that the hoy's life work began to shape itself, here it was that the vast pinnacle of fame, which in after years became his. secured its cornerstone: where crystal streams ran fresh and unrestricted: where Scottish heather waved and bloomed in a fresh, invigorating air: where the mansion was thatched, and in the yard the pheasants strutted—it was here that the atmosphere drew out the hoy’s genius, and planted within him a love for the romantic. Just above Scott’s home, on a rising knoll, stood Sandyknowe 'Power, tall and majestic, with hidden mysteries and unearthed secrets, peeping out of every nook and comer of the cracked old whinstonc. Vaults and secret chambers furnished many a morning of “playing at stories for the little boy, and from the balconies surrounding the dome a wonderful panoramic view lay before him. To the right was a tumble-down heap of stones that once was Merton- Halls, one of the most artistic palaces of all the Borderland. Here the Brethren Stanes and rocky Bemcrsyde rose. Scott said: “It was a barren scene and wild Where naked cliffs were rudely piled: But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green.” Far to the West rose the grassy peaks of the bills, enclosing Peeblesshire. “Peebles for Pleasure” is a phrase which has been associated for many years with this trim and snug capital of the Tweeddale. Scott loved to go there after his day s work was over, and wander in and out among the short twists and turns of the river, with the ahbev nesting close to the moss-covered bank. All these scenes and historic old ruins were the making of Scott, and the literature which lie left to the world. As a youth bis mind was very receptive. and Scotland has always rejoiced that she was able to afford him poetic impression. The wonderful, weird scenery, eerie, vet sublime, taught the man. even while in bis infanev. what beauty i . and how man may use. appreciate, and appropriate it for bis own. As he journeyed down the 121 vales of the Tweed and the Liddel, what a wealth of unwritten ballads he found Hitting here and there among the people! Old dames crooned biddie songs to their grandbairns, seated around low fires on winter evenings. Rhymes of an age that was long past had been handed down to priest and burglar, to worthy and beggar alike. There echoed against crags and cliffs, across lakes and meres, weird notes of the lute and bagpipe, telling tales of a long ago. It was from this that Scott gleaned legendary literature which the world lias read in his “Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.” The river Tweed, is so wealthy in romance, such strange rumors float from bank to bank, that among Scottish streams, it holds first place in romantic literature. It is surrounded by a vale of poetry, for no prosaic atmosphere would have preserved the primitiveness of the locality. Memories of ancient fueds. of the bravery of Highland chieftains,—memories of battle in a wild Trossach’s glen, and of victories won. which seemed sent by a greater hand than man’s—even though the man had been a Highlander. The sweet air was filled with the very spirit of a romantic past, and because of Scott, this spirit lives today. All up and down the Border, there are found traces of Scott's wandering visits to the ruins and caves, in which the countryside abounds. No one looked upon the Border monuments with more reverence than he. for lie loved them, and loved the cause for which they served as memorials. Roxburgh. and Soxburgh castle, have the greatest number of associations with Scott. Saturated with history and tradition, the last haunt of the balladists, Roxburgh lay as a mother soil, where every lover of romance might love to delve. I.iddsdale, rich in lore and story, was the scene of many long excursions by Scott, for into its wilds he went, tracing the source of every rivulet. into manse and homestead, gathering songs and tunes, relics of antiquity. The scenery of the vale was impressive, not so much because of the natural beauty and picturesque settings, but because the bygone age had placed its stamp—its mythic associations, upon every foot of ground. Hidden in the vale, stood the Hermitage, with heather-cornered hills arising on every side, a forbidding structure, hoarding within itself bloody memories. Superstition has it. that it was kept by Red Cap. an Imp of the Evil ()ue. and the weight of iniquity within it is so great that yearly it sinks deeper in the ground. Lord Soules, an owner, is said to have been a “monster, a human ogre, done to death by his own menials, in a huge boiling caldron on the Ninc-Stanc Rig. ’ The crumbling ruins of Hermitage are prized by the Borderers, for it is said Queen Mary nursed a sick man back to health within its walls. The Yarrow ! Besting and bestoried throughout all literature, what an undying fascination it holds for every mortal! At first glance, the stream seems full of emotions, joy and promises, but there are so many unhappy spots, where the green of the bushes is almost black, and the mournful lay of the nightingale drowns the linnet’s happy song that subsequent literature has almost without exception, taken it as the scene of tragedies. Here the vale is one of dule and sorrow there is not a spot or a nook that lias not had its romance. There used to be a Kirk of St. Mary’s—but not a trace remains of the scene of bridal parties, merrymakings, and so many tragedies untold. In the good old days hunting parties sported in the forests, Of such proud huntings, many talcs Yet linger in our lovely dales Up pathless Ettrick and on Yarrow Where erst the outlaw drew his arrow. Often, after many days’ hard chase, a tired hunter would come upon a neat little widow’s cabin, at the head of the Loch, where a good meal and comfortable lodgings were given him. This was Tibbie Shicl’s, now a world-famous hostess. Loch Skene is a scene of awful grandeur, enveloped in a thick fog. out of which comes a mournful splash of inky water. But Scott did not always dwell in regions haunted by sad memories and forgotten days of splendor. Often, in his fancy, lie watched Ellen Douglas, standing upon the bank of beautiful Loch Katrine, while adown a resplendent mountain side, alive with cheery songs of birds, and ripples of splashing, playing water, James Fitz James rode upon his splendid charger. As Scott wandered far up where the mountain fir was yet unshown, he thought of the feuds that existed between noble families, and the many tales that were told. “The dales, where martial clans did ride. Are now one sheep-walk, waste and wide; This tyrant of the Scottish throne So faithless and so ruthless known Now hither comes, his end the same, The same pretext of Sylvan game. All nations love the homes of its best loved writers, and at Abbotsford much care has been taken to preserve Scott’s mansion. At the base of a heather-covered hill, the home stands, surrounded by tall trees and blooming sage. Here Scott had bis garden, bis conservatory and his study, and these are the things of which his nation is proud. Yes. Abbotsford was the home of a great man. of a greater literature. It was at Kalsidc that Scott loved to linger, and at Toftfield he found rest and quiet. Down the quiet country roads he wandered, with their myriads of memories, and reaching Turn-Again. he would catch the breeze that was. as he said, the softest on all the border. How the country loved the genial old man. and when he came home, after a long literary quest, the news went from mouth to mouth among the brauen old farmers. Even now the daily paths that his feet once trod are held in reverence, for it was Scott who said: “Hame's hame, be it ever sae hamely.” LENA KELLOGG. 123 Photo by China Hall Kodak Co. CURRY LITERARY SOCIETY Ashes of Gold Ashes of gold—-the heart's desire. | t t I lope, and the voting heart’s dream ; Life, and its passionate, glowing lire; Love, and its wonderful gleam. There is glory in the world for us. There is life and love for all. In the silvered blue of dawning. In the rose and gold of morning, in the wind’s low-whispered call. There is strength for heart and hand of us nd glory for us all. Life is waiting—and the future, Veiled in a mist of hope and dreams; Vague, elusive, phantom shadows. Shot with mystic, starry gleams. Mystic, starry, love-lit gleams. Work for heart and hand and mind; Pain and sorrow ever near; Faith, to see the great tomorrow, Hope, to comfort every sorrow. Love, to hallow every tear. Love for life and love for living. Faith to see the goal sublime, Hope to keep the heart a-dreamiing. Love and Faith, forever kind. There is rest awaiting each of us. There is rest and peace for all. Beyond the gold-glow of the even. In the purpling mists of heaven. And the twilight shadows falling. And the whip-poor-will’s low calling. There is rest and peace for all. () the dream of our heart and our heart’s desire! May they ne’er he crushed and cold. May our life and our love hold their passionate fire. And the ashes he ashes of gold. 125 VIVIAN SLATON. President’s Address Y DEAR fellow classmates: Today is a day not only of success, but also a day of dedication. Four years ago we entered the High School; and in our hearts there was one burning desire, sonic day to lie full-fledged graduates. Today that desire has been realized. W e rejoice to hear the word, success, mingled with the praises oi those we love. YYc are made happy at the sound of the word; but we understand that the success we have achieved involves serious responsibilities, and that, from this hour, we must consecrate our lives to unlimited service. The tomorrow, of which we have so long dreamed, is soon to dawn to find us useful in all phases of life, helping our fcllowman, and filling places in the great world which, we are told, needs us. With such thoughts as these to reflect upon, none of us can be unmindful of our teachers, who have been associated with us in the preparation for this significant day. We are grateful for the instruction that we have received, and for the lessons that we have gleaned from other sources than our text books. We have received encouragement when our footsteps faltered, and sympathy and reassurance when we faced the hardships of school life. '1 he true and full meaning of this will not lie forgotten. Somehow it gives us confidence as we turn away: and we go with an earnest purpose to achieve the greatest good within our power. We feel that we are now ready to take up our life s journey with firmer steps. Many of us have already decided upon a vocation and. in the future, each of us must train for his life work. Of course, we shall strive for broad personal expression but the great, absorbing interest of our lives must be in a chosen trade or profession. An old saying well serves this point: Everybody can not do everything. Indeed a happy life of service demands division of labor. Certain comforts of life, to be sure, we all can share. We all may enjoy the happiness of good conscience and holy belief, of the beauty of nature and of the harmony of family; we all may enjoy the happiness of freedom and progress and share the beauty of art and the truth of knowledge. Yet if the work of mankind is to be performed, if the realization of such a world of progress, truth, freedom and beauty is to be attained, the fullest energies of each of us must be concentrated on one point, one ambition. Most of us have made preparation for college. Of the boys graduating eleven are going to be engineers, two physicians, and nine are going to enter the field of law. Also, we have among us future architects, merchants, scientists, and farmers. The world needs 11s, boys, so let us put forth our best efforts to reach the top of the ladder and give those beneath us a helping hand. But 126 remember, if vc wish to gain the happiness that life may have in store for us. we must toil, not only for gold and silver, but also for the joy of working, and the pleasure of serving others. Of our girls who are going to college, eleven arc to be teachers, ten are to devote themselves to music, and many are interested in art. domestic science, dramatic work, stenography, and social work. May every one of you succeed in leaving an everlasting impression of worthiness on every person, who is fortunate enough to share your service. It is not what you receive for your service that determines its value, it is the impression that you make upon those who have gone before you and who will follow you, and he better for having known you and felt your influence. So, classmates, in my last appeal, let me remind you that success, true success, depends not only on the wealth and reputation to which we attain, but on the pleasures and happiness we give to others. GUSTAV A. M AASS. Auf Wiedersehen O KNOW the thoughts that arc whirling through each brain, today, would be worth far more than the proverbial penny. Dreams of the past, hopes for the future arc all jumbled together; in each heart there is a medley of past joys, present victories and future ambitions. But even the dreams of the past are so different that there would lie a variety of impressions could each one give his own experiences. To a few it has been all joy. They have never entered a class room unprepared, the teachers have appreciated their genius and have never been unkind, even the judges have decided just right in all the contests and debates! To others it has been less enchanting. They have found “Serbonian bogs outside of Burke's concilia tion. Their test tubes have always broken, breathlessly they have rushed to the loor of 229 to see it closed in their faces, and after four years of hawklike observance they are still unable to tell by a teacher's looks when to study for a test. But for most of us. luck and misfortune have gone hand in hand. Kach day has had its sunshine and its shadows, hut in looking back. 1 think we shall find that the sunshine has dispelled the shadows. Indeed, we would not have our school life different, for the strongest of ties have bound, us together. ()ur spirit and love have been for the same school, we have harassed the same teachers, we have talked in the same library, we have labored over the same tasks. But good fellowship is fostered and the best friends are made tin the realities of life, in the every day work in which we are engaged. e shall not easily forget those with whom we have struggled over Latin tests and those dear friends, for the mere pleasure of whose conversation we have willingly been dcmcrited. In our troubles and in our fun we have come to know each other better and may we hope that our association here has developed in 11s kindness and sympathy for others. Today is really commencement: we pass out of school life into life’s school, and doubtless we will find difficulties as perplexing as English themes and as hard to solve as trig problems. But the lessons of perseverance and true helpfulness learned here will not be forgotten. In life’s school that we are about to enter we will find, as we have in our high school careers that there will not be place of honor and prominence for all of us, but each one of us will find bis work, be ii great or small, and if we live up to the ideals that have been kept constantly before us. our dreams will be realized, not by fame and glory, perhaps, but by those successes achieved by a sympathetic spirit of true service. We wish to thank you teachers: but for your untiriing efforts we would still be struggling hopelessly or perhaps have failed entirely. We have wrinkled our foreheads with worry, you have wrinkled our brains with 12S knowledge. If we have caused you hours of sleeplessness by our stupidity and thoughtlessness we are truly sorry and we beg that you remember that wc are dust and that the spirit has ever been willing though the flesh was weak. Do not refuse to believe that the Class of 1913 will sometime be as dignified as your fondest hopes could desire and that they will sometime realize the importance of their life work. Classmates. I can not say farewell to you for that word is t« o final and hopeless. Though next September we will not deprive ourselves of sufficient time for breakfast in order to reach sch x l at 8:45. many of us will remain in Birmingham and this dear old school will be the magnet that will draw us together. And I hope that through the corresponding secretary we may be kept in close touch with each other. You have chosen me to keep a record of your deeds and not only those of you who become presidents of the I'nited States, but each one is duty bound to write to me and tell me of your achievements in love or war. in business or in home-making. When we do meet again it is my sinccrest wish that no one will be found lacking in the spirit of love for the Class of 1913. hut each one more loyal and true on account of the separation. And so, dear friends, it is not farewell or good-bye but Auf Wicderschen—wc meet again. “The English words have seemed too fain. But these they draw 11s heart to heart Yet hold us tenderly apart, Wc sav, Auf Wicderschen. ANNA HOSTETLER. Corresponding Secretary. ____________, Class Prophesy 1 always did say that a Rood disposition counts. It is a pity Lucie Simpson has not a sweet nature li ke mine. But then, Lucie is an old maid and no one can help her. 1 always said something would happen just like it has when Lucie first suggested our plan to me. I shall never forget that day. “Orline,” she said—no. Bits it was—-“Bits, we arc nearly fifty-five. If we ever intend founding our institution for the betterment of the youth of our nation, it is high time to begin.” “Right.” said I. and I took one last, longing look at the wedding veil 1 had made in case I might need it. I've kept it in rose leaves for over twenty-five years. That is how we happened to found the Simpson-Barnett Academy for Young Ladies. We had to look up a faculty, of course, and we found many of our old school mates ready to help us. There is Selina Robinson, Latin teacher, and Lucie Buchanan teaching English. Her hair makes her look very intellectual. Emily Whetstone teaches violin, but gracious only knows how she can stop talking long enough to give a lesson. Gladys Clements teaches physical culture. Annie Bibb Graves, Chemistry, and Estelle Mayes, Expression. Salome Hawkins helps with the kindergarten work ami Ethel Colvard has charge of the lunch room. We tried to get Judith Jones to join us but she said her position at Yassar in Mathematics was too good to give up. Humph! As if our school wasn't as good as Yassar! That is a very brilliant list of teachers hut they are such cross old maids—most of them. Why Selina never gives me a moment’s rest on account of the way my hair curls around my face—“corkscrew curls” as she says. And she declares that is a sure sign that I'll never marry. Humph! (sniff) T guess I am as capable of catching a man as Selina Robinson. Personally. T don’t like her red and green shirtwaists either, but she objects when I say so. It is a blessing when we have callers. Willie Mao Phipps stopped in today. She brought ns all the news. “You know. Orline. she said. “I just had a letter from mv cousin who lives in Mexico Citv and it gave me the most interesting bit of news.” “You don’t say so.” “I do sav so. Whv, Susie Perry has married the president of Mexico.” “NO!!” “Yes she has too. I’ll wager she is too stuck up to live now.” 1.30 “Surely.” said 1. Then I noticed that Willie Mac had brought me some flowers from Louise Met oy s shop. I thanked iter. “Hope it doesn’t affect her like it did Jesse Johnston to be an arm officer.” “Yes. or Vallie Young White since she married that tall, very thin traveling man. Human nature is a funny thing.” 1 agreed with Willie Mae. especially since I noticed that she had a fat bag in her hand which I knew must contain some of Lee Baker's famous rolls. She might at least have passed the bag around. Seeing me look at the bag. Willie Mae said she must be going. I must go by Marie Bentley's beauty parlors and get some of her new red-hair dye. Bessie Ferguson is going to dye my hair. It was so successful when Lula Wood tried it and when Latimer Brown did too.” “Oh. by the way.” said L “I see that Latimer is going to marry a minister's daughter.” “Yes. He has an exaggerated case of religion because Bessie's father approves of a religious son-in-law.” “Bessie Foster has been doing a great work in the missionary society hasn't she? She is helping Rev. Lewis Woodson. Do you suppose he will perform the wedding ceremony?” “Oh. yes. And Joy Dovel will make the bride's dress.” “Willie Mac. there is another wedding to be solemnized soon.” Whose?” 'Ssh! It's a secret so don’t you tell. It's Lois Davis. She is going to marry somebody that graduated with us in 1913. Can’t tell who it is though. It isn't announced yet.” Lucie Simpson had come in just in time to hear the last I said. She is very old to marry.” she said. (Lucie is jealous.) “1 hope,” said I, that she will be as happy as Margaret Drcnnen has been in her bungalow at Milner Heights.” Or as Hannah Klotznian and her 'Ralph dear “Or Mildred Scull.” “Have you heard anything from Allison Smith since she eloped with that red-headed freshman from Howard College?” “Not a word.” “Well, I really must be going. This has been a long good-bye. You see I have an engagement to stop by Helen (icohegan’s photograph studio and have my picture made. And then I have a date to go � o lunch with one of the members of the staff of the Birmingham News, Stanley Bobbitt. Perhaps you know him. Good-bye.” Thai explained why she was so stingy with he rolls. She wanted them for lunch. 131 Seligman Blank (he is our school secretary) has just had a letter from Orville Coston, Bits. said Lucie. It’s in answer t ours asking him to come here to lecture to the school on his plays and queer philosophy. “What does he say?” “He says that he will come provided we don't ask Harry White to lecture here too.” Oh. Lillian Lovcman. since she’s president of that new literary club she organized, has engaged Harry for a whole lyceum course. Rabbi Arthur Marks is interested in that too. “So is that woman lawyer. Who is it? Oh. yes. Jennie Austin.” “Is she the one who advocates an education in Rosa Garry’s business college?” “Indeed yes. Speaking of Rosa Garry reminds me that I wanted to ted you that her old lover, Clifton Cantelou, has eloped with some Spanish giri in California and has bought a ranch out there. Foolish thing to do. “He isn't the only foolish one. Somebody told me the other day that Margaret Drcnnen—er—what’s her name anyhow? Whom did she marryr W ell anyway she is going to have that fanatic. Hortcnsc Bissell, visit her. I Miss Bissell the one that smashed windows in New York with Virginia Putman? And isn't she the one that wrote an article on “The Inferiority of Man ?” “Yes, (sniff) They both used to whistle when they were girls. Lucie; don't let any of the children in the kindergarten whistle, else they will surely come to some bad end.” “Ircta McCrossin and Nellie Haylow used to whistle too and now one is a Mrs. Somebody in Washington society and ihe other is a Newport belle.” “ hat did you do with that Bingville Journal, Lucie? There was something J wanted to see in it.” “Here it is.” It told that Parson Pharos Matthews and I)r. Sumpter Smith had driven out to the river on a fishing trip and had got into an argument with Henry Hamilton, civil engineer, who was surveying for a new railroad across farmer Willie Harris’ land. Mr. Clyde Guthrie, a traveling salesman, came along, interrupted it, made peace and then sold them all some of Guy Stone’s fake mining stock. “I see where Aubrey Daniel is making a success in the business world.’ “Yes. but he will get into trouble when he marries. They tell me he is going to Europe on his wedding trip with the same partv our teachers went with.” “Really! I hope the dear girls are enjoying themselves.” 1.12 Photo by China Hall Kodak Co. HILLIARD LITERARY SOCIETY “W ell. you know bow tickled they were when they heard John Ucidt was Soing to conduct the tour and Hughes Kennedy, the wealthy hanker. Frank Nesbitt, tlie lawyer, and Gustav Maass. the architect, would be along. “And there will be hair pulling among them. There’s the postman Maybe he has a letter from the girls, announced Lucie. She ran out to meet our main man. Saul Adelson. hen she came back and handed the letters to me she remarked that she say Christine Norris in her yard across the street with a broom in her hand. Christine must have lost another cook—the twelfth that week. I paid no attention to Lucie’s remark. but gave my time to the letters. There were three of them, one from Lois Hendricks, now a professor’s wife, one from Selina, and one from Emily Whetstone. These last two told about the wonderful trip abroad: and so I’ll read them to you, for 1 have them with me. and I am •'lire you will be interested. Selina told about the first of the journey and Emilv finished the tale. “ )li girls,—this is Selina’s—we arrived at the cutest little Pennsylvania town the day after we left. They were holding a county fair there, so of course we went. There was an exciting race going on between Irvin Kinney in his new aeroplane, which he had called ‘The Blount Springs.’ and Loyd Thompson on his motorcycle. Professor Solonian Garden was very much interested in the way Irvin’s air-ship withstood the friction it underwent. After seeing this, we walked down the midway where a man nearly deafened me by shouting through a mega-plume. There was a familiar air about him, and imagine my surprise to find that he was Virgil Roach. He looked charming, girls, in a red vest and a checkered suit. Wc agreed to see bis side-show where many different things were going on, among them James Mohns exhibition of trained lions, and Jean Hard’s exhibition of trained mosquitos. David Burke was selling tickets to a side show in which Mae Gibson posed as ‘The silent woman.’ “We could not remain here longer. ur trip was to tour Europe, not side-shows. Outside the gate I recognized a sweet-faced Salvation Army woman to be Frieda Lane. She and I chatted together for quite a while and she told me that Lena Kellogg was fulfilling woman’s highest destiny, that of the borne maker. She said Lena had been such a help to her in her charity work. She also said that Aliena Hunt had been disappointed in love and had joined her band. On the way to the station wc passed Lois Starbuck’s ice factory and ()la Riggins' dental parlors. «? £ ‘In New York we met a great many old friends. Mary Phillips, who is a It ’ 134 famous writer of juvenile hooks, met us and provided a delightful evening s entertainment. W e could not decide at first whether to see Lucy Jones and Mary Garrett in vaudeville, Lowndes Morton in grand opera—(‘he's probably writing love sonnets and breaking hearts more than he's doing anything else’; —in grand opera, or (ieorge Cox and Bertha Pizitz in ‘Romeo and Juliet.’ e finally decided on ‘Romeo ami Juliet, which we found delightful and which brought back sweet memories to me. She would say, ‘Romeo, my Romeo,’ and lie would answer, ‘I’m coming, Juliet, I'm coming. ()ur party consisted besides us tourists, of Mildred Price, settlement worker. Vivian Slaton, and Anna Hostetler (now a Mrs. Blanchard) both of whom have done much good toward helping social conditions especially concerning child labor, the one with her poetry and the other with her beautiful speeches. “The next day we went to sec Marie Klein in her new apartment. She is just as dainty as ever. That night we tried the concert for a change, and heard Florence Smith and Carl von Goeben, who were giving programs together. Lynn McHugh who is their manager told me they would probably end by getting married and giving programs together for life. Lynn is too funny, and such a big flirt, lie says Mae W ilson, Etta Suttle, and Mamie Hopwood have a large poultry farm out from New York. Flora Milner and Freda Matthews are fine trained nurses and have tgreed to go out to the chicken farm and nurse the sick turkeys. The next day we left New York.” That is the end of Selina’s letter. Here is Emily’s. “No more sea trips for me, girls. 1 was not comfortable from the time we left till we touched dry land on the other side. But it is no use sulking in your stateroom, because you might miss something, so I went up on deck. 1 got up the loveliest flirtation with a sailor lad. ITe was a dear fellow and none other than our own Cowles McMahon. Oh. girls, he always was magnificient. We anchored a few days off the coast of Nova Scotia and some fisher maids came out to the ship in a yawl. They were mighty pretty little things and said their names were Mattie Hughes Kennedy and Katherine Gregory. “1 lallic Mae Riddle was on board on her way to be a missionary in China. 1 suppose she’ll be teaching the little Chinks geometry. Mvrta Harris was there too. She was going to England to swim the distance around the British Isles. That is a hard job but that is what she gets for being a champion swimmer. “We arrived in Liverpool in due time and hurried on to London. There we met Marian Frawley, now the wife of an English Earl. She was lovely to us. 1 went shopping one day and Myron Dillon tried to sell me eighteen yards of cloth for a dress. He is the same Mvron only a little bald. Robert Goodall. our minister to England, was perfectly charming. “The Olympic games were going on while we were in London. I was anxious to see Sara McNeill, the United States tennis champion, but we didn’t have the time. Ye also saw Lulu Mae Turner, who said she was goin to y '— 13S India to join her husband, who is an English army officer stationed there. Her one consolation at going so far was that Jonsic Evans was going too, for she had married a man who was also stationed in India. Jeannette Wells is married too, and oh, girls, her husband is a fat, bald-headed, little bitsv man ten years her junior. He is too funny. Edith Wallace had a cat there. “Paris is an attractive place. Hazel Kelso is the head of a large French convent there but she is known throughout Europe as Sisu-r Dolorosa. Minnie ami Ruth Crowley have a domestic science school and Ruth Tucker a dear little fancy work shop. Etoile hite is teaching dancing. She has the French iest air about her. We met Adclle Crum-rine and Celia Ellard one day quite by accident. Addle has a doll factory in Belgium and—horror of horrors—Ccllia is a globe trotter. In Florence, Italy, we were delighted with the gardens and when we inquired about them we were told that the landscape gardeners, Sara O’Kcar, Mabel Ray and Helen Duncan, had designed them all. There were crowds gathering continually in the streets around Ruth Clem who is now a fortune teller with a foreign name tacked on. We had our palms read, bought some beads from Ruby Buckshaw and some other queer trinkets from Nellie Frazer, and went back to the hotel. “It has been an exciting trip. It will not be long now before we shall be at home again. I have got some lovely ideas in music from Germany, especially one. four and a half feet tall. He is the dearest old cross-eyed, stuttering professor you ever saw. We are to be married soon. I am sorry I won’t be able to teach in your school next year, but you will just love my Heine. Perhaps Orlinc will give me her wedding veil.” “Of course. Bits,” said Lucie, “You’ll give it to ,.r . her. You will have no use for it yourself.” fiffv-fivr' I 1 11 {o no Sl,ch If Emily Whetstone can catch a man at Kuess I can too. I may need that veil myself!” OR LINE BARNETT. 136 My Classmates as I See Them BARNETT, 0RL1NE. known as “Bits —Pierian Vice-President, 1912; Shakespearean plays. 1912, 1913; Dramatic Club, Vice-President, 1912; Girls’ Recital Contest; Joint Debate, 1913; Mirror Board, Fiction 1912; Editor-in-Cliief 1913: Class Prophet.—“She bane rael Woodsy.” BUCHANAN, LUCIE, known as “Carrots,”—Clio; Dramatic Club; Joint Debate 1913;. ‘‘And she got him outside of the school. BENTLEY. MARIE, Moses.” Clio, Vice-President 1913. She doth live up to the brightness of her hair.” BUSSELL, 11 OR TENS E, Betty. Mirror Board. 1913. 1 owe no man anything but to love one another”—which I mostly don't. BUCKSHAYV, RUBY. Bootie —Clio, Treasurer, 1912: President Auditorium Committee. I know I’m a great expressionary artist.” She will succeed because she won’t give up. CLEM. Rt TIL She hath a kind word for everyone. Sweet words, and ne’er forgotten. CLEMENTS. GLADYS,—Aglaia, Secretary 1912-13; Dramatic Club; Class Basketball 1:91 i-’i2-,t3. Our Spaghetti could not he got away with.” Weak point: “Q-u-i-t!” COLVARD. ETHEL, “Et.” “She talked and the class talked with her; They stopped, and she still talked on.” “A Latin sharp, yet dulled by use.” CROWLEY. MINNIE. Fidge. —Eutcrpean. Her noble voice brings cloud-thoughts down to earth.” Yet—“Is m hair fluffy enough?” DUNCAN. HELEN. “Gabber.” A steadfast friend who can not know her worth; Sweet and shy, nor lacking friends. ELLARD. CELIA, “Cecil.”—Clio. — She will know a great deal—when she learns it. “Tall and fair— Pretty hair.” EVANS. JO US IE. “Yow.” So demure and sweetly kind. ’Tis hard a better one to find. FERGUSON. BESSIE, known as “Sporty.”—Aglaia. She is a wonder at breaking up housekeeping in Chemical Lab. FRAZIER. NELLIE. “Nellie Jane.” “Behold, all ye saints, all ve stars behold! I have at last passed out of Trig!” 137 FOSTER, BESSIE. “Bob.”—Pierian; Dramatic; President Athletic Association 1912-T3; Senior Play 1913; Class Basketball 1912- 13. Famous for handing the huskies their B's. “You’d scarce ----------------------------------------------age To speak ----------------------------------------------- stage FRAWLEY, MARION. “Breezy.” She could sway even the faculty by the magic of her tongue. GARRETT. MARY. “Bones.”—Aglaia. “I am going to China, where well-fed people are appreciated.” GARRY, ROSA “Speedy. —Clio. Mr. Chase thinks I know a lot of history—poor deluded man! GEOHEGAN, HELEN, “Baby.”—Aglaia. “I know all the girls arc jealous but I don’t care.” GIBSON, MAY. “Lanky.” 'Tin so sorry for everv one who’s not as smart as 1 am.” GRAVES, ANNIE BIBB, “Marm Annie.” She thinks she’ll teach Latin. Toy go with thee, Annie. GREGORY. KATHRYN. “Tootles.”—Clio. Treasurer 1913. “She hath the makings of a woman within her.” HARD, JEAN. “Stump.”—Pierian. Don’t tell me I’m dead cute—I know it. HARRIS. MYRTA. “Flunkie” Mr. Chase is all the time a-pickin’ on me.” HAWKINS. SALOME. “Loamy.”—Aglaia. “Quiet and lovable.” HAYLOW. NELLIE, “Bright Eyes.”—Dramatic Club. “We love to hear her talk with her Savannah accent. “Vanity, vanity, all is vanity.” HAYES, ESTELLE. “Stellc.”—Aglaia. President 1912; Joint Debate. “As thin as picnic lemonade.” HOPWOOD. MAMIE. “Quar”—Euterpean. “You can’t have much fun and study at the same time—have fun. TTOSTETTLER, NN . “ unt Becky.”—Aglaia. Vice-President 1912. President 1913: Girls’ Recital Contest; Senior Play T913: Shakespearean Play 1913; Dramatic Club; Class Corresponding Secretary. “A bov is coming! Let me get out of his wav!” HI’NT. ALL ENA. “Belle” “Flirtation or Filtration? Most significant words?” JONES. JI’DTTH. “Brat. - Pierian, President 1912; Captain Class Basketball Team. T9TT-T2. T3. “I’m goini tip North to school so I can beat up a Yankee.” ADF.LSON. SAI L. “Gaby.”—“Private Secretary” to Mr. Certain. He was a sport indeed. JONES. Ll’CY. Wo-rie.“ “Can’t come to school when it r� ins. Can’t studv. ‘count of mv health “ KELLOGG. LFN . “Corn Flake .”—Clio. Vice-President 1912. 't?: Secretary ion: Euterpean; Dramatic Club: Girls’ Recital Contest: Secretary Auditorium Committee: Mirror Board: Class Essavist. 138 “A born artist—can conceal what she doesn’t know, and display what she knows.” KKLSC . II ZKL. 'Hazel(nttt).” “She speaks in a little monstrous voice.” KENNEDY. MATTIE HUGHES, “Kid.”—Clio, Secretary 1912; President 1913. “I know I'm cute And I'll marry, too. But the housekeeper ill have to be you! IlkXDRC KS. 13 )IS. “Doughnut.”—C lio. Her earnestness will win her way. KLEIN. MARIE, “Greeny. —Clio: Dramatic Club. Such a little wisp of intelligence. KLOIZM VN. II XX Ml. “Miss Innocence. —Clin. “Kvervbodv’s Babv.” I.AXK. FRIEDA. “Xeetv. Postgraduate. LOYEMAM, LILLI . Lil.” Euterpean. Lucie IPs only rival. She is ton fine to share herself. McCOY, LOl ISE. “Piflfles.” Dramatic Club: Shakespearean Play out. Here to pour upon the world a flood of perfect harmonv. McNF.ILL. SARAH. “Biondic.” “She was ever welcome she with her artistic temperament. X( RR IS. CHRISTINE. Prissy. “I know more good jokes than anybody else.” “Mr. McGlathcrv gives me good marks—he thinks Pm going to teach cheniistrv.” O’REAR. SARA. “Sally.”- Dramatic. “She blushed when caught studying, and apologized profusely.” PERRY, SUSIE. Sookie. Pierian. Secretary iqij-'i,?: President 1913; Dramatic Club, Secretary 1912. ’13: Shakespearean Play, 1912; Senior Plav 1913. Don’t dance wicked little girls dance.” RAY. MABEL. “The Silent.” Clio. “O. Rav of Light, what great thoughts are thine! RIDDLE, HALLIE MAE. Hippo,”—Aglaia—“She looks wise as an owl. Her math sense makes one howl. RICCI XS. LA. Booh. Aglaia ; Euterpean. ‘A on look wise -correct the error immediately.” PIZITZ. BER TH . Mr. Macbeth’s admirer. glaia. 'Treasurer 1912. ’13; Dramatic Club: iirls’ Recital Contest: Senior Play 1913: Class Vocalist. Dance and the world—I don’t care whether it does or not. PRICE. MILDRED. Shortv. She knows few. and talks many. PITMAN. VIRGINIA, Putty.”—Pierian, Secretary 1913: Euterpean; Dramatic Club: Girls’ Recital Contest: Shakespearean Play 1913: Class Basketball 1012-13. “She was the rcbelest rebel of ’em all. MATTHEWS. FREDA, known as Skeet. — Class Pianist. I don’t go to Math matinees.” “I’m better looking than many. Wonder who’ll marry me?” MILNER. FLORA. Flopsie. — Pierian. 'The civilized world cannot live without cooks.” ROBINSON. SELIN A, known as “Twitter. —Pierian. Vice-President 0 3 • Euterpean: Dramatic Club: Mirror Board 1913: Class Historian. O.—“John Smith is looking for a wife. S.—“Oh—show him me.” 139 SCULL. MILDRED, “Mittie.” “She looks as though she were in love.” SIMPSON'. LUCIE, “Peaches. —Pierian. “A strange mixture of peaches and persimmons flavored with lemon.” SLATON . I IAN . Cloudy.”—Aglaia, Vice-President, 1913: Mirror Board, 1012. 13: Class Poet. “Then rising with Aurora's light, The Muse invoked, sat down to write; Blot out. correct, insert, refine, Enlarge, diminish, interline. SMITH, ALLISON. “Miss Hazy.”- Clio, Secretary 1911, President 1912. She thinks she’s the High School pet. Come down. Allison.” SMITH. FLORENCE. known ;is “Snookums. —Orchestra. “The divine music nf her violin has held us charmed.” STARBUCK. LOIS, M . A pretty mass oi tangled curls. “She—a staunch Democrat. SUTTI.K. ET'I A, known as “Gink.” “I am a girl alter m wji heart. “High School Science Mut.” TUCKER, RUTH, known ostgraduate; TURNER. LI LA M AE. Pris no kin to “Prissy. She hath naught to do hut I« • k mm... m. ami Mipcrbly sweet. WALLACE. EDITH known as “.Midget.” As fresh, tender and we; t as a June morning. To pass in English is my one desire. WEI LS. I KA NT LI E. “Measl Pierian. Treasurer 1913; Euterpcan, Secretary 1913. “'I n 1 ? :« d c inmamlitv,' rarely euioved her Latin. WHETST Nl EMILY. In- wn “I tnskie. Pierian; Class Violinist. chocolate fit ml. Vc:ik point lunch counter, usually a cheap one. WIUTI', KTOI1 E. known as “Esau Star.”—Pierian. Indeed, 1 know ni no one who has more admirers than she. WHITE, V ALLIE-YOUNG, “Bauley. Pierian; Euterpcan-; Class Basket- ball 1911-12. She wins a loyal friend with every acquaintance. WILSON, MAE, known as “Lae.” She never gives up—A determination hard to equal. WOOD. LULA, “Loo.” She is so quiet and sweetly serene, And rare smiles like a silver sheen. CROWLEY. RUTH, Cricket.”—Euterpcan Club. So shv and vet so wise, and mirth within her eyes. CRUMKIXK. DKLLE. “Dell. —Clio; Dell, teach me the one-step.” A girl whom it were good to know. DAVIS. LOIS. Beaute.”—Pierian. “Ugly people are often liked, but really, you know, it’s so nice to he pretty.” DOVEL. JOY. “Delight.” She pursues the nival road of learning and loiters not upon it. DREW EX. MARGARET, known as “Tib. —Pierian; Euterpcan. “When I go to Smith, I might send you all a post card.” 140 BLANK, SEL1CMAN, -Slick ' “He is a Solomon, but we just didn’t know it.” BOBBITT, STANLEY, “Gloomy Gus.” He was the most soldierly of the whole regiment.’ BROWN, LATIMER.- Yancey, Corresponding Secretary 1912; Dramatic Club; Shakespearean Play 1911. He was the «ml one who had enough grit to argue about Trig. DILLON, MYR( )X, “Pec-wee.” “Er weiss nichts.” GARDEN, SOLOMON, “Squash. —Hilliard. Vice-President 1912; Dramatic; Joint Debate 1912; Shakespearean Play 1912. “O reputation, dearer far than life!” BURKE. DAYJ D, “Bonnie Irish Laddie. “Ay. ’he ha ca heart o' gold, that he hae, Some proud da he'll e’en In famous.' -When he passes in Latin. 1 ’spek. CANTELON. (LIED . , “Lope. —Hilliard. “A squabbler from way hack. ' COSTON. ORVILLE .vv in; ' Hilliard. President 1911. 12; Vice-President 1912. I reasurri 191-3: I utvrpean: Dramatic; Joint Debate 1912; Mirror P. : sinews .1 -r 1911 i_: irculation Manager 1913; Shakespearean I May 1913: Class Statistician. A fly once lit on .1 chariot wheel, and said, “Behold! What a dust I raise ! ’ COX. GEORG]’.. “Shakes.' Dramatic Club, President I9i2-'i3: Shakespearean Play 1913. When he' the star at the Globe Theater, New York, let’s ask him to take its “Behind the Scenes ’ GOODAI.L. ROBERT, “Go � die. Yancey. Recording Secretary I9it-’i2. “Convinced against his sill is of his own opinion still.” HAMILTON. HENRY.—( lass Treasurer. A true Southern beatilv. and “Idleness is sweet and sacred.” HARRIS. WILLIE. “Wee Willie.’—Curry. “Willie is fast asleep. “I have won your heart, von gentle girl.” PHILLIPS, M RY.- 1 '“ irraeuaie. “Pm a horn authoress.” PHIPPS. WILLIE MAE, “Bill.” “Wish there was a machine to acquire knowledge for me.” HEIDT, JOHN, known as “Skunk.”—Yancey. Trcasrucr ’ 12-13; President of Council 1913, Vice-President 1912. “Ah. could you but look into my heart, and watch A” image there!” JOHNSTON. JESSE. “White-hope. —Curry; Joint Debate 1912. “Pick up the pieces—lie’s just smashed another argument. KENNEDY, HUGHES. “Him ’- Hilliard, President 1912. 1913, Treasurer 1912; Baseball; Class Vice-President; Dramatic Club; Shakespearean Play 1913. “He hath no time for foolish nonsense, he—who must look after his cousin.” KINNEY, IRVIN. “Skinny.”—Hilliard. Recording Secretary 1913. “The demerits men get live after them.” McHUGH, LYNNE. Roscoc.”— Hilliard. “Where ignorance is bliss----------” 141 MORTON, LOWNDES, known as “Straight-up.”- Glee Hub: Euicrpcsn; Football 1912, 13: Mirror Board. “Lets shake an' make up.” NESBITT. FRANK. “Low Brow.”- Curry. Corresponding Secretary; Joint Debate 1913. He stood in view, grand, gloomy and peculiar.” ROACH, VIRGIL. “Ensloy. — Hilliard: Track Team: Basketball, Football. “Ecpto ne credite. Publius Virgilius.” “Authority intoxicates, and makes mere sots of magistrates. SMITH. SUMTER, known as Freckles.”—Hilliard. Corresponding Secretary 1912. “He hath a smile as broad as his mouth.” STONE. GUV, known as “Rock.” Indeed, I've seen 'em better looking, but none with such a mop of tangled hair.” THOMPSON. LOYD. “Aristotle.” “There was a man in our town And he was wondrous wise (Suppress the rest.) VON GOEBEN, CARL. “Fatty,” Baby.” and Piano Player.” “With fingers tripping o'er the keys—so young to be so great a x ir-tit so( ?)” WOODSON. LEWIS. “Beef Trust. —Dramatic Club: Yancey. Secret try. ) 2, President 1913. Me is a great thinker he goes to sleep while translating Yirgi1. McMAllEN. COWLES, known as “Mac.” E—“He's got the softest white hands.” L—“How do you know?” H— Oh ----------” MAASS. GUSTAV, known as “Gus. —Curry. President 1012: Class President. Man. proud man. drest in a little brief authority.” MARKS. ARTHUR. “Arc-light.”—Post Graduate. “A shining light—on a dry goods corner. MATTHEWS. PFIARES. “Mut.” He Hirtcd with everything but his text books. MOHNS. I AM ES. “Tim.” He's a’wavs invited to our Math matinees—but always declin WHITE. HARRY, known as Arrv [. Co-ed.”—Yancev. Corresponding Secretary ton. Vice-President 1012. President 1913: Euterpean. Vice-President 1012. President tot3: Dramatic Club Treasurer 1012: Glee Club. Vice-President 1012: President Cour • 1 tot-?: Shakespearean P av vqtt- I2: Senior Play. 1912: Mirror Editor-in-Cliief iQ!2-'i3: Class Orator. 1 have neither wit nor words, nor utterance, nor the power of speech to stir men’s blood— I onfv sneak rbdit on!” DA NT FT.. URRFY.- Hilliard. “The all-rounde t bov hev is. Submitted bv LENA KELLOGG. C!a«s Essayist. We Congratulate You, Graduates And wish you many years of happy and prosperous life Make a start by being a customer of this Store “The Busy Corner” LOUIS PIZITZ, Second Avenue and 19th Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute SCHOOL of E‘%r ENGINEERING Civil, Mechanical, Electrical Send for a Catalogue. TROY, N.Y. Byrum Hardware Co. Birmingham - Ensley We C arry a Complete Line of Base Ball Goods If yon don’t trad with iu. wr both lot money' Patronize these advertisers and confer favor on The Mirror.” Goucher College Baltimore, Maryland One of the six American Colleges for women exclusively of which the U. S. 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First-Class Work Sanitary Barber Shop Bath in connection Clothes pressed while you wait Joe Davis Frank McCree BARBER SHOP Phone M2725 1st Natn'l Bank Bldg The Highland Pharmacy Drugs and Medicines Three Bell Phones Motor Delivery H. E. Kresse’s High School Retreat For all kinds of SCHOOL SUPPLIES Also a full line of Confectionery Our Motto: Not How Cheap, but How Good Visit our Ice Cream and Soda Parlors for Your Pleasure Hogan Brothers Twentieth St. “The Quality and Service Store” Agents Ferndell Groceries Bell Phones 398 and 399 Patronize these advertisers and confer favor on The Mirror. For Graduation Pictures Stephenson Studios 416 N. 21st St. L a tnRtk . . iMb ' t gKffaSff v V.P . vT IftlJ'TS'k M It 1 v i irJVr ' M. H. WILSON, Mgr. A HOME TRANSFORMED by us. means comfort for your family, pleasure for your guests, and increased value for your property. Why suffer from smoky walls, torn paper and soiled draperies when home can be beautified so cheaply. 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Patroni .c these advertisers and confer favor on “The Mirror” Alabama Polytechnic Institute u Auburn” The Oldest School of Technology in the South 69 Professors and Instructors 810 Students 20 Well Equipped Laboratoriej Next Session Begins Wednesday, Sept. 10, 1913. New Buildings: Smith Dining Hall, Carnegie Library, Agricultural Hall, Broun Engineering Hall, Dairy and Horticultural Laboratories and Greenhouses. Departments: I. College of Engineering and Mines—Civil, Electrical, Mechanical. Chemical and Mining Engineering, Architecture, Mechanic Arts, Technical Drawing, Machine Design, etc. II. College of Agricultural Sciences—Agriculture. Horticulture, Animal Industry, Botany, Entomology. Chemistry and Metallurgy. II. Academic College—History, English. Mathematics, Latin. German. French. Physics and Astronomy, Political Economy, Psychology. IV. College of Veterinary Medicine. Expenses: Free tuition to residents of Alabama. $20.00 to non-residents. 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Business Boys The boy that works downtown isn't the only business boy. Any boy that handles money, even in sums of a quarter and less, has a chance to get acquainted with the first principle of business, and that is, use what you have to get more. He can use those quarters to get more in two ways by letting them go to a savings account in the American Trust. They will draw interest over and over, and the investment itself will stir him up to make extra coin. Four quarters start an account. AnericanTklist vingsRanr FIRST AND TWENTIETH — BIRMINGHAM