Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

Text from Pages 1 - 156 of the 1914 volume:

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One hundred and thirty-five Instructors. One thousand three hundred and fifty students All friends of higher education in labaina are 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 io, 1914. For Catalogue address GEORGE H. DENNY. M. A.. Ph. D.. LL. D.. University. Alabama Especial Attention to Graduation and School Pictures at Peddinghaus Also Picture Framing 2024 First Avenue I SAW YOUR AD. IN THE MIRROR Saving Money Every High School boy and girl ought to have a Saving Account. Come and see us about it. We pay 8% on savings. Jefferson County Building Loan Association 113 X. 21st St.. BIRMINGHAM, LA. F. M. Jackson, President Chappel Cory. Gen. Mgr. Victor Dance Records at TALKINC MACHINE COMPANY 191ft 3rd Avenue JOHN L. PARKER FLORIST and DRUGGIST First Ave. and 20th St. Birmingham, Ala. I SAW YOUR AD. IN THE MIRROR The High School Boys’ Club Even' young man wants a club —a good one. The High School hoy is after the Best and he has found it in the Y. M. C. A. Here he gets: Comradeship and incentive for clean manhood. Athletics and Gymnastics under Experts, Debating Club, Bible Study Clubs and many other privileges at a nominal cost. Special printed matter for the asking. ENGRAVED Wedding Invitations, Announcements. At Home Cards. Place and Tally Cards, Visiting Cards. Embossed Society Stationery—all bear the stamp of Society's approval f«� r their beauty of style and shape, correctness of design. Roberts Son The Big Alabama House Kobt. Ewing, Pres. 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IN THE MIRROR CASH PRIZE CONTEST We will award a CASH I KIZK «� i $1.00 even clay, for the best Kodak picture clone in our finishing department. The prize picture will be carefully selected from films brought to us to develop and print. All sizes of films are considered. The name � f the LUC KY OXK. and the PRIZE PICTURE will be exhibited in our show window each afternoon. WATCH THK SHOW WINDOW you may be the lucky one TRY I S o ENLARGING—W K EXCEL EAST MAX KODAKS AND FILMS GRIFFITH SCHLEGEL 318 North Twentieth Street FILMS DEVELOPED FREE ONTENT MU Dedication Editorials A History o f the Public Library A Cane Grlndin' Party A Letter Prom The Lady of the Lake” Priscilla's Party: Medley The Captain of the Zulus Behind the Scenes at the Jefferso i Theatre Who Is It? A Russian Gymnasium Pore White Trash Franz Josef’s Evening Hymn Our Doctor The Breezy Westerner The German Musician Royalty How Stupidity Saved the Word Washington Thun the Home of the German Swiss Ste. Anne and Its Surroundings A College Girl's Confession The Moon Maiden In the Meanwhile Commercial .. .. Social Clubs Athletics Jokes ----- Exchanges Senior Department Class Officers Pictures ------- ------ ------ President's Address Farewell History Prophecy Statistics Poem Class Song Estes Hargis Johnnie Hallman Gladys Bachman Robbie Griggs Edward Duggar Theodore Wright Irene Waldhorst So la Kadis Mary Duggar Margaret Briggs George O'Neal Ned Kepllnger Fay Winn Roland Sparkman Blair Mason Rachel London Eleanor Starnes Louise Cunningham Sadie Clark Douglass P. Wlngo Mae Trott Hazel Newman Bessie Ehrlich Tim Durrett Irene Waldhorst Irene Waldhorst •Dedication T« our beloued and mu-red friend, Hr. John Herbert Phillips, uie respectfully dedicate this uolnme in recognition of bis noble mark as an educator, and in appreciation of bis stimulating and inspiring presence in our liigb school. Sofin Herbert fillips! John Herbert Phillips was bom in Covington, Kentucky. December 12, 1853. He attended several institutions of learning, graduating with an A. B. degree from Marietta College in 1880. Later he studied as a post-graduate at the universities of Edinburgh and Chicago. In 1905 he received an LL. D. degree front Marietta College, and in 1906 an LL.D. degree from the University of Alabama. Dr. Phillips came to Birmingham in July, 1883, and at once began his work in the public schools. In September, 1883, he founded the present system of public schools. He was elected superintendent of the schools in the same year, ami has continued his active and valuable services, raising the number of public schools from one white and one colored to thirty-five schools for white and twenty for the negroes. Along with his work in the public schools, Dr. Phillips founded the Public Library, which had its beginning in his office in the old High School building. He had direct charge of the library until a regular Library Board was appointed in 19‘3- Dr. Phillips has been active in other phases of educational life. He was President of the Southern Educational Association 6 ' in 1895 and President of the Council of the National Education Association in 1902. His pen has not been idle, for he has contributed to numerous magazines and is the author of several books containing valuable information. “History and Literature in the (irammar Schools,” was published in 1892: The Negro and Education” in 1894; “Old Tales and Modern Ideals” in 1905. Birmingham owes a great debt to Dr. Phillips for his work. To pay this debt we can only give him our deepest love and respect. , ‘Pmkh.k.J f„ tk, L,,.' ry so u,... r l_j nr i i i ed 0 0 nr .nk. I ti lL IVI 1 IX IX IX .,� Stk—I PriC« 'T'm Cents Entered n Soeoml CIhrb Matter nt tin- font Office at BlrmlnKbtun. Alabama. BOARD OF EDITORS EDITORS-IN-CHIEF ROBERT ELMORE MrAI ORY ELEANOR STARNES LITERARY KATHERINE MARIE HOULDBN LOUISE CUNNINGHAM THEODORE WRIGHT JULIAN SAKS MARY CLARK FICTION BESSIE EHRLICH NANNIE MAE TROTT LILA MAE IRWIN MAMIE BARRETT III DOLE WORT 111 NGT � N POETRY IRENE WALDHORST BERYL ROGERS ATHLETICS THOMAS TURNER McLEMORE WIT AND HUMOR DOUGLAS PERCY WINGO COMMERCIAL LILLIE GOLDSTEIN INEZ WILLIAMS SOCIAL ROBERT HEWITT MIRIAM HOSTETLER CLUBS ANNIE LYTTON LOWMAN HANSON KELLER EXCHANGES ARTHUR RAIPORD ILLUSTRATOR CRAWFORD BARKER CIRCULATION MANAGER JACK COZIN’K BUSINESS MANAGER WILLIAM B. BARROW. Jr. ASSISTANTS MARTZ ROTHARMEL JAMES CHILDERS FORSYTHE GORDY LINDSAY COOK. StiMioffrapher HE MIRROR wishes to extend its most sincere thanks to all its patrons for the loyal support received during the past year, r V , To the teachers who have so cheerfully and patiently assisted WjrT U : t the contributor , who have in the mi«Ut •� ! their nuinen.iis studies, found time to furnish u with valuable material; to the merchants, who have so generously placed their advertisements with us. and to the students who swelled our printing fund with their hard-earned dimes, we wish to express our earnest gratitude. We can leave to the next Mirror hoard no richer legacy than the prospect and expectation of an equally loyal support. A A 4 One of the most important impressions left l� v Prof. Zcublin in his course of lectures, was that pertaining to independence and enthusiasm. Learn to express your own opinion freely without fear of what others may think or say of it. This does not necessarily imply egotism or arrogance, simplv the voicing of your own individuality, instead of the parrot-like 17 echoing of the thoughts of others. How often have you waited ti hear the opinion of someone else upon a subject before daring to assert vour own? If Columbus had winced and weakened under the scoffing and derision of his countrymen, would he ever have discovered the new world? If Franklin had become discouraged by the public's ridicule of the “mad scientist,” would be have presented electricity to the world? Although your throughts may not be as brilliant or as penetrative as those of Columbus or Frankln. still, no matter how insignificant they mav seem to von. they are valuable, and as individual expressions of the mind, are worthy of being voiced. If your school training has not created in you this confidence in the power of self-expression. it has failed to educate you in the true sense of the word. Next to self-confidence, enthusiasm is the most desirable of all qualities. Be enthusiastic, not gushing—but truly enthusiastic, whether it he over a ball game, a new dress, or an ancient ruin. '’Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm, wrinkles the soul.” A A « W e wish to express . ur appreciation fot the valuable services rendered the Mirror by Mr. Charles A. Brown, our principal. He has alwavs encouraged the editors when disheartened. This issue of the Mirror was made possible by Mr. Brown. When the Business Manager became sick and the finances rati low, Mr. Brown refused to allow us to give up. but urged the members of the Senior class to volunteer to get the advertisements. His firmness gave assurance to the volunteers, who secured enough advertisements to defray the expenses of this issue. His interest in the Utcran Societies was shown In his plan to allow the societies to conduct the exercises in the auditorium. These programs have proved interesting and instructive to the student bodv and have given thechib members practice in public speaking. These are only a few instances of Mr. Browns willingness to aid the pupils or organizations of High School, whenever it is possible for him to do so. A History of the Public Library HERE is a very important birth recorded in the annals of Birmingham opposite the year 1886. It reads: Born: To Birmingham. One Library. Nationality: Cosmopolitan. Address: The High School. And it should have been a day of rejoicing when the little three hundred volumes were snugly tucked away in the reception room of the Birmingham High School (we think of the High School then, as the second floor of the Wright Building on the corner of Nineteenth street and I lord avenue), and here it remained a library for only the teachers and students of the school for four years. Entertainments were held and the only price of admission was books, books, any kind of hooks, and soon the three hundred volumes were doubled. The number was further increased by personal contributions. Judge Lane, our Judge Lane of today, bears the distinction of making the first of these which was used very effectively in the purchasing of tables and chairs. Public interest became greatly stirred. This interest was followed by a wave of enthusiasm and the enthusiasm brought forth several personal collections which have since proven very valuable to the library. • Bv the year i8 jo. the infant had outgrown its swaddling clothes, the little room became crowded to overflowing. Meanwhile the school had taken a typical Birmingham stride and soon found its quarters entirely too small to he practicable. We all remember the next home as the old Enslcn Building on the corner of Park avenue and Twenty-first street. 1 he accommodations were much better, the library being acorded some 1.800 square feet of floor space. It was in this new year. 1801. that in glaring headlines. Birmingham was heralded as 011c among many Southern cities possessing a circulating library. 'The public was enthusiastically admitted with membership at $2.00 a year, and about 150 memberships were taken the first year. More entertainments were held, more hooks were brought. Cultured people were given more educational literature, the younger sets were tempted by a much larger supply of magazines and other periodicals. The followers of the cause felt considerable pride when editorial comment placed these 2.000 volumes as the largest circulating library in the State of Alabama. But never for a moment was the work allowed to lag. Books was the topic of conversation. 'The organizations of the city, especially the women's clubs, are to he commended for the many hooks they have placed upon the shelves. In 1902 the library was ousted from its quarters t«� relieve the crowded condition in the High School. During this year our new City 11 all Building % 19 was completed and a part of the fourth floor set aside for the library. In the present day home we arc all well acquainted with it. YVe know it has been turned over to a library board, a skilled librarian employed, and the membership fee eliminated. In the twenty-eight years the three hundred volumes have doubled and redoubled until today, as we glance over the statistics 25.927 greets us as the number of volumes catalogued by the public library of greater Birming-bam. But this is not all—the immediate need for books is to be supplied by a $20,000 subscription fn m the citizens of our city. nd dimly outlined in the future we can see a wonderful library building for Birmingham, al most a skyscraper. Look, it shows plainly, it opens and we see hooks from top to bottom—nothing but books. Yes. there is a portrait, a portrait of some one we know, and the inscription. In Honor of Dr. J. II. Philips, bon ndcr.” BIRDS IN SPRINGTIME. A cuckoo rattles in an oak. grecnlet in a maple, A jenny-wren now sings a song. An oriole voices April. A hummingbird before the vine With his long and slender bill Just sips the nectar sweet and strong. Then flits on o’er the hill. A wood thrush trills in upland woods. In dripping rains of Spring: His notes come clear and high and shrill. hells on Sunday ring. The red-wing flutes his VKalec. I pon a bending reed. His mate is nowhere to be seen.__ She’s nesting on the mead. A white-throat sparrow hunts for food: A thrasher sings a lay. For he is in a chcen mo. d. All will he bright and gay. 20 WIU.I M W Lf.ACE. ‘lb. A Cane Grindin’ Party III ' “cane grindin' party” is the mode of entertainment in Happy Valley this season nf the year. and. as usual, Luke had arranged this one. Charlie Patterson, sitting silent and alone with only his pipe and the moaning of the wind among the trees for company, suddenly became aware of another sound. As it drew nearer he recognized the enlivening strains of a backwoods melody. I low pleasantly the sound struck upon his lonely ear. Not so long since he had joined his voice in these same songs, yet that time seemed ages past as lie sat listening. A long while after the faintest sound had passed from hearing, he sat musing. How eagerly he had looked forward to “next coinin’ spring.” when he and Katie were to be married. But when crops were laid by. Charlie had gone to Millville, and hired himself t«� Joe Mullens to clerk in Joe’s grocery store, “till plantin’ time.” Then it was that Luke Wright had “stepped into Charlie's shoes, and seemed to mighty well fill the bill with Katie.” At length spring came, and lie had returned to find that although he tried his best, it was impossible to regain his place by Katie’s side, so completel} did Luke manage to monopolize her time. The summer months passed very slowly to him, but at last the fading woods and rustling leaves whispered the approach of autumn, and autumn in Happy Valley means goldenrod, purple asters—and canc-grindin ” The jolly party which he had just heard and of which Katie was a member had been of Luke’s planning. Now and then as these tilings recurred to him a frown marred bis open boyish countenance, but presently be arose with a smile. Blest if there ain't Bill's lamps right now. said Luke. Sure enough just ahead of them at the edge of a small clearing could be seen the leaping flames of “Bill’s lamps,’’ nothing more nor less than a roaring pine knot fire, around which dark figures passed in and out of its circle of light. With the last lines of a rollicking backwoods ballad. Hi-oh, Hi-oh, Hi-oh. And we’ll all sleep late in the m-o-r-n-i-n-g.” they now drew up at Bill's bumble domicile. Git out, git out.” cried the jovial Bill. s they circled the fire, laughing and jesting, they were joined by a number of Happy Valley young people who lived near by and had walked over across the fields. A short distance from the fire, the glowing furnace with its kettle of boiling juice, the long troughs, white-capped, and shadowy figures coming and going in the half-light made a ghostly picture; on the other side one 21 could dimly discern the outline of the cane mill, looking much like a one-armed spectre—a malevolent .spirit, whose gaunt figure might have grown stiff in the chill night air. ‘‘Ye’ll find the gourd a lyin’ there on the trough. Now drink to yourselves omen the cup what's good hut don't ineberate.” I.tike filled the gourd with the sweet juice of the cane and offered it to Kate, hut out of sheer perverseness she would not drink until Tom or Alex had filled it. “Why do you treat me so mean? whispered Luke in Katie’s ear. trying to slip his arm around her waist, as they passed through 'he deep shadow of an apple ree. Because you’re not a gen-Icman. cried she. striking lim on the face. “Aw now. little un, don’t you go an’ git mad. 1 allcrs mowed you was mighty per- iclar,’’ said he laughing, hut Aa-■ £-v ° k‘cP n his heart he vowed to get even with her when she was his. There yet remained one other treat in store for them, or rather the male members, for the girls refused to drink the foamy beer brought to them in tin cups, made (the beer we mean) as every one knows, from the “skimmin’s uv the fillin’ juice.” •• The moon stealing up unawares, gave token that it was time to go; and so our friends were soon rattling homeward. They had reached a level, sandy stretch of road, and the mules were creeping along undisturbed, when one of those unaccountable silences fell upon the noisy party. on XT ’ “Mercy, did you heart that!” cried the girls, as the woeful note of a screechowl pierced the night stillness. “Turn your pockets wrong side out.” and the young men obeyed, each young woman quickly tied a knot in her handkerchief. “Now roll up your sleeves,” and, will some one please slip off his left shoe? This last being suggested by Kate Mill, Luke was quick to respond. “Kf lie hollers am more just squeeze your wrist just like you were a choking hfm to death, and I bound he won’t yell no more,” said Salley Wright. I rever could bear to hear the things, they allers make me think of dead fo’ks : rd lia’nts and the like.” 22 “I've alters heard,” whispered Polly Simmons, that when a screechowl hollers, spirits is walking about.” Yes, grumbled Salley, an’ I'll just imagine, now, that 1 can sec ’em when we go to pass that graveyard. I wish you ail’d go the toth'er way. “Aw, hush your foolishness, Sal.” command'jd her brother Luke. hos afraid of a graveyard full of ha’nts. I’d like to know? “What’s that noise? It’s just the wind a moaning in the trees, silly. “Laws a niussy!” grunted Sam. dropping the reins and throwing up his hands. They looked around and there Sam sat with palms turned in and fingers pointing straight heavenward, as rigid and still as if petrified or hewn from bronze. But hist! Just ahead of them, floating up from the ground, in the direction of the cemetery, swayed a tall figure clad in flowing white garments. 11 is white beard reached to his kpecs, and he carried a scythe in his hand. l p nearer, slowly, with a sighing sound that gradually grew into a wail, the apparition approached, until just above the beads of the mules it stopped, and with a deep sigh began to speak: Prepare thy soul: for I have come to summons thee to that mysterious realm where each shall take his chamber in the silent halls of death. With a yell which seemed to loosen every joint in his anatomy, the negro. Sam. rolled off the wagon and tore through the woods. Luke sprang up and emptied Ins pistol at the shadow, but when the smoke cleared away, there it floated as serenely as ever. Moaning and sighing, it would flit to the top of a tree, the next moment swooping down not more than an arm s length front the wagon. This was too much for Luke. ith a mighty bellow. he went after Sam. crashing and ploughing through the forest like one pursued. Kale picked up Luke’s shoe, leaned over and pitched it after him. Tom Carter sprang into the scat and caught up the reins, hut—the ghost had floated away upon the winds. The next instant ( harlie Patterson sprang into the wagon. “Will you give a fellow a lift? said he in a cheery voice. What in the deuce was that. Charlie? asked Alex Thompson, who appeared to be holding the hands of half a dozen girls at once, while their beaux had forgotten they existed. Why, 1 haven’t seen anything, said Charlie smiling as lie sat down beside Kate. What seems to he the matter? But they took no time to explain. Laying whip to the poor mules, they clattered down the road, making short work of leaving each person at his or her own door. An hour later. Kate and Charlie sat on the front steps in the shadow of a rose vine at the Hill farmhouse. Kiss me, just once. Katie, so’s I’ll he sure you won’t back out next Sunday.” whispered Charlie hirst. said she putting up her hand between their faces, tell me where you go: that magic lantern, nr whatever it is. and next, where did you learn ventriloquism.” Last fall while I was at Millville, a show fellow got busted there, and he pawned his traption for groceries, and answerin’ your other question, I 23 got him to teach me ventriloquism for a plug of tobacco. I thought they would come in nice at the parties when I came home, but I never got a chance to use ’em till tonight.” Do you know, Charlie, I never could a loved you again if you hadn’t been man enough to oust that cowardly Luke Wright, said she sweetly, turning up her face. THE AWAKENING. The bare brown winter branches All warmed beneath the sun And growing buds of scented bloom Unfolded one by one. So all the slumbering thoughts To love and God akin Awake and longed enraptured To take the whole world in. RUTH HINTON. ’17. 24 A Letter From the “Lady of the Lake” Ellen’s Isle. June 14. 1810. EAR MARY: Perhaps yon think I am lost in these mountains, but I am not. You will see from the heading that we have named our new home after me. The island is situated at the foot of the beautiful Lock Katrine. We are just about in tlie middle of it. so you can imagine what a beautiful place it is. The house, which is quite large, is built of rudely cut wood, with withered heather and dry rushes spread over the rafters. 1 have trained honeysuckle? to grow along the sides of the house, and over the fences. Around the house, as well as on the whole island wild flowers grow. .Vs 1 have said. Lock Katrine surrounds the island, and I can look out of my window and sec the beautiful water shining in the sunlight. Across the lake, the picturesque purple-peaked mountains loom high towards the sky. I am sure you would think this is a very beautiful and attractive place. Everything around suggests bravery and faithfulness, from the warrior oaks and ash to Roderick Dhu's men. Every time Roderick comes home from a battle Lady Margaret and all her servants go to welcome him. Old Allan-banc is as faithful as ever, ready any time to bring forth the melodious harp, and play for � :s. Just as Allan-bane can bring music from the harp, Roderick, by giving one loud whistle, can seemingly bring men front the mountains At his signal all the clan appear so quickly and quietly that it is as though sonic magic was practiced. Mv father is still as brave as ever, but sometimes, I fear be is homesick for the lowlands and his old friends. Very often, too, I am afraid he does not agree with Roderick in all his warlike plans. From the few things we have heard, I believe Roderick is preparing to send his Fiery Cross” on its rounds again, but I hope, and so does father, that we are mistaken. Living in exile and continually fearing war makes us so anxious, hut why worry when the bravest of Scotland are ready to defend the Sturdy Pine,” and. in spite oi all. we are very happy here in our mountain home. It is very pleasant to be telling some one of our happy life, because we have not many chances of talking to other people. The few people who visit the mountains arc always welcomed by Lady Margaret and mvself. Malcolm, the boy whom I told you about, still visits us and maybe sometime, 1 will be able to tell you more about him. Ye bad a very pleasant visit front the Knight of Snowdunc. Me spent the night with us and we all enjoyed his visit very much because he told us many interesting things of the outside world. James Fitz-j antes, for that was his name, belonged to Lord Moray's train, which was out on a hunt here in the Highlands. He wandered away from them and lost his way. About evening In- blew his 25 horn, hoping some member of the train would Hear Him. Instead. I heard him and. thinking it was father, rowed across the lake and brought him home. Sometimes 1 wish more visitors would come across us by accident just as Fitz-Jamcs did and 1 cannot help wishing they would all be as attractive as he was. We are so happy in our mountain home that 1 would not leave but for one thing, to see you. If you speak of my letter to anyone, please do not mention what 1 said about the ’I ier t ross. Goodbye. Your friend, Ellen Douglas. GLADYS BACHMAN, ’i7- A SONG TO MY LOVE. When the song-bird calls his mate, my love. A whistlin’ soft and low. My heart it seems to break, my love. I'm longin’ for you so. When evenin' wraps the earth, my love. In shadows soft and gray. For me there is no mirth, my love. Since you’re so far away. But rnornin’ skies are blue, my love. And gladness follows woe. And I'm coinin' after you. my love. Because I want you so. 2(. MARGARET BRIGGS. '17. Suddenly ceased; for Priscilla, aroused l his step on the threshold. Rose as he entered and gave hint her hand in -ignal « f welcome. Saying, ‘1 knew it was volt, when 1 heard your step in the passage: For I was thinking of you----- “Awkward and dumb with embarrassment she withdrew her hand, when she raised her hitherto downcast eyes to the face of an titter stranger. Silent before her he stood” and gave Iter a note “f r an answer.” He left as quickly as he had come and Priscilla stood stupefied, with the note. She opened it and read— “Priscilla, Prepare for company, for I have planned a party. Have plenty to eat, and plenty of patience. I will supply the company and the entertainment, ' Maria.” Priscilla suddenly remembered that the stranger had had an angelic look. So site made her humble dwelling as attractive as possible and sent for John Aldeti. He was duly informed of the mystery and together, with prayer and fasting they awaited the guests who they hoped would be angels or at least missionaries. A week after receiving the strange letter. John Alden and Priscilla saw a many-colored cavalcade coming through the forest. A brisk, pretty, plump little woman alighted quicklv and, after kissing Priscilla and slapping Alden on the back, site began to introduce the company. “1 am Maria: this is Sir Toby Belch. 'Phis is Touchstone, though goodness knows he will never do it. in this country of dirt and wood. This is m Lady Olivia: bring her a chair. Here are I hikes enough t banish, and Viola, alias Cesario. and Rosalind; don’t be shocked at those stockings on Malvolio. 'This is l.adv Macbeth, but she is going back since this is not the ‘Way of Ambition.’ Do be kind to Sir Andrew gueehcek; ho is very polite. This is Feste. who sings like a nightingale. Here is Odysseus, who wished to wander this far with us. and Evangeline who is looking for her lover. Gabriel.” “Maybe she could find him if he would blow his trumpet ” interrupted Feste. For more than a week the company ate and drank and shocked John and Priscilla almost out of house and home. The oaths of Sir Toby were pro- 27 fane beyond Puritan comprehension. Priscilla cried at the idea of all men and women being players. She an actress? That thought was more distressing than Malvolio’s knocking off ltcr cap with bows. Her tears were hitter when someone said. “Some arc horn great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.” Was anything ever done except by Providence? One afternoon Touchstone met John in the wood and they wont home together. Soon Touchstone was narrating the incident and began. “A fool, a fool! I met a fool i‘ the forest.” In vain Priscilla pulled John's coat and loudly whispered “Speak for yourself, John,” But lie could utter no retort. On the “Twelfth Night,” the party was ready to leave, when Maria turned to Priscilla and said, “We arc ready and wish to go home, but we will stay longer if von want us to.” Priscilla, smiled faintly and said, “As You Like It.” ROBBIE GRIGGS. ‘17. A SPRING MORNING. Everv morning zephyr blows a tendril leaf in view. The tree has had its morning bath of cool and sparkling dew. Its branches wave before the breeze to greet the coming day. As from the summit of a hill the sun sends forth a ray Which frolics on the tiny buds as if to haste their bloom. The robin long hath sung of love to bis mate upon a bough. As on the freshening breezes come the lowing of a cow. Far, far away, in purple haze the mountain newly green Blends softly in the crimsoned sky Where cloudlets float serene. Reflected in a crystal brook the skv and verdue bright. The dark night shadows baste away Front God’s bright morning light. 28 E. 1.. M.. i7. The Captain of the Zulus m K HAD hunted through Natal and were far in the interior of Africa, when we lost our horses. While trailing an elephant on foot, the horses strayed. After a fruitless search we returned to the village and there decided to consult a native who had the reputation of locating strayed cattle and curing the sick. )f course, we did not believe the story, but as there could be no harm in trying, we set out to his hut. We found ourselves in a dark, bare hut looking upon a very old feeble savage, lie was not the ordinary negro; he was lighter-complected and had a more intelligent face. After the customary greetings, we were very much surprised by the remarks he made, for he said. I know you come here. W hite Man. to find your lost horses, and although you do not think I have the power, I will direct you to them.' He then gave us certain directions and we. doubting, thanked him and left, hollowing his orders we were astonished to find our ponies. Naturally we were very envious concerning the old savage, so we decided to pay him a visit. We did. and after a long time he told the following story emphasized by many gestures. How old am I. you ask?” I do not know. No one knows. You have heard the name T'Chaka. King of Zululand? Yes. He and 1 were almost the same age. Now he has been dead many years. Mice his nation would have given much for the man who killed him. Hut they Could neved find him. Also I' Klywayo has ruled and died, not so long ago. a prisoner in hng-lish hands despised by our people. Our people, did I say. What are they? Slaves, my father slaves. Mice it was not so. (Mice at our name, tribes shivered. ( Mice our impis left at the new moon, and at the full moon they would return, bearing captives and treasure. Not all would return. Many dropped of the fever; the stabbing spear found many. 'I hey were not thought of. The laud ran blood, man’s life was not bis own. it was the king's. Then, my father, we were men. The king said. ’Ho, my children, and do nor return defeated.’ ‘They went. They fought. They conquered or died. Heaton they never returned, for it was death to return beaten. ” There were then few tribes who bad not heard the Zulu war cry, s’gcc, •S gee. which was hissed as the assegai found the enemy. It was great to die. “Ah! mv father. I am old. I roam from mv subject. I love to talk ..f the glory of my people. Il.it if only before I I coithl see the lonK lines of waving plumes, the shaking shields, the stabbing spears, see the impis stamp their feet and raise their shields; sec them shake the earth with the royal salute. I laved the fight. I loved one woman. It was in the battle 29 I found her. and in the battle I lost her. The man who would have snatched her from me died, and lie a king. -Von would like to hear the story? I will be brief. My tale of sorrow will weary von. nce when 1 thought of it I wept. Now my heart is made hard by sorrow. I do not weep. '‘Early one morning I left the king's city with a full regiment. I was a captain then. Three thousand men followed me .eager f« r the fight. We traveled far. For about a month we struck towards the north, farther than anv ot our people had been before. t last we came to a beautiful stretch of veldt. Here, crouched a village, surrounded In high grass, at this time of the year, very dry. Armed men. moved to and ft , awaiting us. for runners had told of our arrival. At once 1 prepared for the fight. A king’s orders were mine to execute. The men were to charge by the company, a captain leading each. But. lo! as we waited, the dry grass around the village burst into flame, lighted by a hundred torches. The wind was quiet and the way to the village led thn ugh the flames. The defenders roared taunts at us. such as ‘Fight the fire, then us.’ My blood boiled within me. There was no time to wait. Night was falling and the village must be a ruin by dark. Yet. it was foolish to charge the flames. Behind them stood the enemy leaning on their spears, waiting for the slaughter. It must be done though. With a shout I leaped to the front, waving my spear: ‘Yonder, children of the Zulu.' I cried, 'wait the enemy. They wait for vour spear. 'They are as children. Let the jackals feed upon them. On. children of Chaka, oil!’ “With a roar the first company leaped forward toward certain death. They ran swiftly, heads low and spears outstretched. 'They were on the flames. 'They raised their shields for protection, ami vanished into the smoke and flames. Alive we never saw them again. They died as men should. “'Then mv blood was on fire. I rushed forward. After came the impis. The fire had been smothered 1 the first company, but the ground was hot. The suit ke blinded. Somehow we passed through, and fell on the enemy. We struck. Their nation was stamped flat- all except one. She was a maid. Her beauty blinded my eyes. It was fitting 1 should have her. I loved her, she learned to love me. After a short rest, we returned to Zululaud. Through the gates 1 led less than fifteen hundred men. 'That was all left out of three thousand. “At last I had found a greater joy than war. My wife was all. For her. a king died, and for her 1 am an exile. The king saw her. he wanted her for his own. She hated him. She loved me. So I decided to flee the country with her. I he night came ami carefully we made our way to the gate. We were almost there, when three forms stepped forward and I recognized the king and two of his men. He knew at once my intention. He spoke. ‘So. ungrateful ettr, whom I have nursed, von would leave in the dark? Then go.’ His spear flashed forward, missed me. hut struck my wife. With a moan she fell at my side. Then 1 went mad. Swinging my kerry. I struck down the two captains. Then through a mist I saw Chaka advancing with knife raised. As lie struck 1 raised mv shield. 'The short knife stuck in the tough hide, and left him helpless. He leaped quickly hack, but as he leaped he fell. I was quick with the war club. Then I turned and ran far out into the night. Since then I have been litre.” EDWARD DCHGER, ‘14. M) Behind the Scenes at the Jefferson Theatre III ' first thing to attract your attention when you enter the stage door of the Jefferson theatre is a large sign proclaiming the fact that it is a violation of the law to smoke in any part of this theatre. Having received flue warning, you must rid yourself of anything that will produce a fire before you are allowed to go on to the back and sides of the stage where the scenery is packed. A great deal of miscellaneous scenery is kept hack there by the management of the theatre for the use of local musical organizations and other entertainers who are not provided with their own stage property. Back of the stage is a pretty dull place if you happen to l c there when no play is in progress. Numbers of arcs, teasers, carpets, brooms, sprinklers, braces, blinds and other stage paraphernalia are scattered indiscriminately about. The big. bare asbestos curtain is down, and as a rule only one row of lights is burning and this does very little toward lighting up tile dark corners. One or two stage hands are always sitting over near the electrician's stand, eating their lunch or playing with the numerous dogs that hang around the theatre. Occasionally the scene is enlivened when one of the men goes over to an old piano in the left wings and bangs out such a ragtime tune that you almost wish things had remained quiet. But if a play happens to be going on, this is all changed. True there is less light as the scenery used in the play shuts it off, but everything has assumed a position of order, none of the aforementioned articles are scattered about, hut each is put neatly in its place. While some � f the actors are on the stage playing their parts, others are standing in the wings awaiting their cues, and still others are pacing up and down in the back, bands folded behind them, heads bowed and some of them presenting a very grotesque appearance in their fantastic makeup. They are always ready and eager to talk with you and with very little questioning you can learn their names, home state, whether married or single, what induced them to go on the stage and the first play in which they appeared. The mechanical devices which some of the plays use to produce certain effects are very interesting. The pray of this season which had most of these was ’Ben llur.” Especially interesting was the staging of the chariot race. In the hack of the stage were two immense upright rollers. Around these was an endless strip of canvas on which was painted the picture of ;i crowd of people in stands. This was rapidly revolved by an electric motor in an opposite direction to that of the chariot race. There were three large platforms, one to a chariot, r n each of which were four runways, one for each horse. These platforms were pulled across tlie stage by a block and tackle. Ben llur’s was geared so that his was pulled just a little faster than Mes- ft 31 sala's, thus giving him the appearance of gaining. The whirling canvas confused the crowds so that they got the impression that they were moving instead of the canvas. The wrecking of Messala’ chariot was a mystery to me until I went back in the alley and examined it. The wheel while on compressed a powerful spring about the axle. When the moment for the wreck arrived. Messala had only to press a small pedal in the bottom of the chariot releasing the spring and the wheel which was pushed off by the spring. 1 never did quite understand the way iti which the “moonlight on the water effect” was produced, but it was bv a small instrument about the size of a man’s fist in which a powerful light was directed through a colored concave lens. Two other plays had devices which attracted me. In “Young Wisdom ’ the automobile was imitated by directing the clapper of a powerful electric bell against a drum, and every now and then blowing an automobile horn. The terrible noises attending tin destruction of the newspaper office in the “l.ocpard’s Spots were produced by simply standing a large pole on end and pushing it across the floor. Next one may go to the dressing rooms. I he one nearest the stage and therefore the most desirable one is assigned to the star and has a large star painted on the door. Just outside of the door is a blackboard on which are posted the dressing rot m assignments, a paper telling the next town to be visited, its hotel rates, the train to catch and the time at which that train leaves. Now and then an appeal for aid from some stranded actor is posted here and it always meets with a generous response, t'ndcr the stairs is posted a sign which reads. “See props for laundry, and on the wall, a Union directory of Birmingham. Ascending these stairs you enter the fly room. There are “ropes, ropes, everywhere ’ and not a rope which you can pull, for each rope controls one of the numerous “drops”’ and no one except the experienced fly man is allowed to tamper with them. n the wall here the smoking sign is also posted with one which says, “25 cents fine for loud talking. ftci watching the performance here as long as yon care to (you «.an see hut a small part of the stage) you must depart as softly as possible, for there is no crime in the actor's eves so cruel and heartless as 1.1 eating a disturhanci while some one else is trying to speak his lines. TIIK I )RE WKK.in . ’15 CLIO LITERARY SOCIETY Who Is It? UK timid little maid answered Cicely’s sharp ring at the door of Miss Lambert’s apartments. -Miss Lambert’s not in ma'am.” “Just like Patricia!” sighed Cicely with the tolerant --- expression one uses for the faults of one’s friends. “She’ll be back directly. ventured the maid with the eagerness of the inexperienced. Cicely brightened visibly. “Then I’ll wait. I must see her. I 11 just walk around and look at the pictures.” The little maid withdrew and quick as a flash Cicely had pounced on the red scarf that was flung carelessly across the couch. As she smoothed it out something stuck her hand. Caught in the meshes hung a stickpin of quaint design and one of a pair of jet and gold earrings. Cicely slipped both the scarf and jewelry in her pocket. Then she peeped into the room beyond, which was a bedroom in immaculate order. The elevator stopped and Cicely resumed her scat on the sofa, it was a false alarm, however, and once more Cicely cudgeled her brain for further detective secrets to apply. The fireplace furnished an inspiration; so down on her knees went Cicely. From the ashes she extracted a crumpled scrap of paper. Smoothing it out she read. You may have him tomorrow at two o’clock. W. D.” The handwriting was identical with that of the blood-stained scrap of paper signed “Who,” that she had received! The elevator stopped once more and this time it brought Miss Lambert. Cicely apologized for her seeming intrusion, explaining that she had come for an interview. While the actress furnished the necessary details concerning birth, education and ambition. Cicely noted the great change in her face and manner. Her eyes were larger, made so by the shadows beneath. She was restless and her hands moved continually. Cicely thanked her and left. She walked through the park as one in a dream. Poor Miss Lambert! Was it money she needed? Snrclv not. Yet three sound proofs lay in her pocket. If only Ned were with her! She sat down on a bench and as if in answer to her wish, a long shadow fell across her path ami a big, cheery voice said, “Good morning! Room for two?” Cicely smiled, nodded and displayed the proofs. “Things do look mighty had for her and her Dago friend,” said Ned soberly. “Theft of scarf and hat. Bloody note. Discovery of a monkey wearing the hat and Miss Lambert wearing the scarf. She refuses to go on a sleigh-ride and is seen walking from one window to another. I heft of 34 pearls discovered. You hear people outside and get a gash on your head. Miss Lambert visits the Dago. Pearls found in a slum pawnshop. Dago’s hand hurt and scarf, jewelry and note written bv Who found in Miss Lambert’s apartments. A fine mix-up, I must say. Great jumping Caesar, Cicely, what'll we do? Go to the Dago’s?’' Of course. At two o'clock.” Ned crammed the evidence in his pockets. They rose to be confronted by Kate and the globe-trotting Cousin Buck. “How absurdly happy you people look” laughed Cicely, shaking hands. Kate and Cousin Buck exchanged glances and Kate whispered in Cicely's ear. Cis’ face glowed. “You dears! Congratulate them, Ned!” It s true.” Cousin Buck assured them. And Kate’s not going to give up her painting. Her picture of you has honorable mention, Cis. We’re going to Paris and Rome. Kate's going to paint and I’ll sit and look at her.” he finished triumphantly. They parted, Kate and Cousin Buck to seek a restaurant, although they disdained food; Ned and Cis to walk rapidly toward the Italian quarter. They reached the dark entry, climbed the badly lighted stairs and rapped at the door. Without waiting for a reply. Ned and Cicely stepped into the room. Beside the table on which sat a small monkey, stood a young man. Seated opposite him was Patricia Lambert. Miss Lambert gasped and the young man advanced threateningly. VY hat do you mean by butting in? W ho in hail Columbia are you, anyway? VVhat s all this junk?” he asked as Ned laid the scarf, jewelry and notes on the cable. At this outburst of slang. Cicely and Ned had exchanged startled glances. O'Byrne spoke very quietly. “We’re sorry to interrupt. Miss Roney and I are reporters and are commissioned to learn all we can about a series uf robberies. Please answer a few questions. Miss Lambert, is this your scarf?” Yes.” Where did you buy it?” In a pawnshop on Porty-sixth street.” Ned turned to the young man. Have you seen this scarf before?” Some one gave it to the monkey. People were always giving him things. He'd get out and swing from window to window. That same night somebody gave him some chops and a little bat. I needed some money just then so I sold the scarf.” Miss Roney owns the scarf. It and the other things were stolen from her.” “For pity’s sake!” said Miss Lambert. The boy said something stronger. Ned pointed to the notes. “You wrote those?” he asked the Italian. “Sure. ( nc I wrote to thank the lady for the chops. It's written on a piece of wrapping paper they came in. Pedro took it for me. The other I wrote to Miss Lambert to tell her she could get the monkey. She wants him for her play!” Miss Lambert nodded eagerly. My first monkey died. The manager said I bad to buy another. 1 tried to get one and couldn’t—one that was as tame as Pedro. 1 saw this one on the street and came to see about him. 35 Rut I couldn't get him until today. I've been worried ami couldn’t sleep. Why, I’ve suffered so from insomnia I’ve walked in my sleep.” She saw the jewelry on the table. Oh, they belong t me! I hey were caught last night. She opened her purse and took out the other earring. But.” cried Cicely, pointing at the Italian, you were out on the March Meadow road last Saturday night. The boy looked at his hand and smiled ruefully. You bet. I went out to play in the country. That was in the contract. I’m not a Dago! I made a bet with a friend that if Wilson was elected I’d live for a month as an organ grinder and earn my living by monkey and music. I’cdro got loose last Saturday and came back with a pearl necklace. I sent him back and went along to see that he put it where he got it. lie saw some one coming, got scared and ran to the road with the necklace still around his neck. 1 intended to give it to the police. Rut two toughs got us and almost finished me and Pedro and took the pearls I can’t stand jewelry. My fathers a jeweler, Watkins Dobbs. I’m junior. Say, aren’t you a Yale man of '09? Know Will Gales?” Cicely was laughing weakly and Ned dropped in a chair. “Gee! And we thought you were criminals! Miss Lambert rose to go. taking Pedro. My bet’s up today.” cx-pained Dobbs, Junior, multimillionaire. Won’t the fellows laugh when they hear the joke! Cicely and Ned said good-bye and went down the stairs. They stopped on the last landing. Cicely. said Ned in a voice he could not control, think you need some one to look after your property, your scarfs and chops and particularly you.” “Would—would you care to undertake the job? asked Cicely, backing up against the wall. If you’ll accept me. dear. Cicely merely glanced upward. Chaos followed, strangely composed of questions and answers, talk of flats and reporter’s salaries, cooking and ambition, but a rosy light, not that of electricitv, flooded all. IRENE WALDIIORST, ’14. (The End) M, UR gymnasium, or preparatory school, a big three-storied brick building, is placed on a quiet street. Beside it is a big yard, where the pupils play during recesses. The pupils come, through the yard, into a big hall of the gymnasium, where there are hangers on which they hang their coats, and lockers, which they need in winter time lor rubbers. The entrance for the teachers is in the front of the gymnasium on the street side. They have a separate hall for their coats and hats. A pupil, after coming into the hall and taking off her coat and hat. goes to her class room, while the teachers go into a so-called “teachers’ room. where they wait for the ringing of the first and second bells. On the first floor there is a big lunch room, a teacher’s room, where the teachers sit during recess, and class rooms. Stairs lead to the second floor, where there are gymnasium, dancing and singing halls, class rooms, and a room for the principal. On the third floor there are class rooms, and a big observatory, where we make different experiments. We have seven classes, and two preparatory classes in each of which we remain one year. Every girl who attends the gymnasium is dressed in a brown dress with a black apron, on which is a ribbon, whose color shows to which class she belongs. For example, the first class has a light red ribbon, the second class a blue silk ribbon, and the last class a black velvet ribbon. The teachers dress in blue. The dress of the pupils is a little monotonous, but also pretty. In the summer time when the school is over, the pupils may wear different light dresses. In the winter they have also a uniform hat. Every girl is obliged to take during the nine years of school, all subjects as arithmetic, geometry, algebra, general and Russian history from the beginning of the world to the present time, Russian geography, astronomy, physics, anatomy and physiology, natural history and three languages, Russian, French and German. Besides these subjects the pupil takes drawing, sewing and dancing. In a few cases, if a pupil is incapable of taking two languages, she is allowed to choose one. but among forty or fifty pupils we can find only two or three such failures. During the day we have no study periods at all. but our lessons we study at home. Our examinations are in May and June only. The pupils of the first four years have no examinations, and those of the last four have them only in the subjects in which they fail. At the time of graduation we have the most difficult examinations, which last two months. We get up at sunrise and study until sunset as we have to he prepared in all subjects which we have studied during nine years. The most difficult thing is that a committee from the capitol city comes to question us. The examinations are held in a big room called Examination Room.” 37 We have six school days weekly, during which we work very hard. Sunday we arc free. During the whole week a pupil very seldom goes to a party or theatre, but we have a right to visit lectures about literature and history. On Saturday and Sunday we have a matinee in the theatre, where classic plays are given especially for the pupils. The longest vacations of the year are at Christmas and Easter, but we also have short ones. The Christmas vacation is from the nineteenth of December to the seventh of February. During this time every pupil tries to review what he has learned from September to December. We also have a good time. We go sleigh riding, skating and read. The second big vacation is at Easter. Then every one reviews all subjects studied from the beginning of the year, and strives to prepare himself for the future examinations. In the summer, when the gymnasium is closed, we try to review so as not to forget what we have learned, but still we have time to amuse ourselves. SONIA KADIS. (Editor’s Note—This is the work of a Russian pupil, who has studied English only nine months.) AGLAIA LITERARY SOCIETY Pore White Trash YEAR had passed since the lazy lil nigger' had gone to the Easter egg hunt. The months were torn from the calendar of years until finally May stood forth fresh and shining. The budding boughs of the trees and the bushes of roses all gave promise of a great, grand summer. Robert Julius Nathaniel Lee had grown in size and importance, for only vesterdav he had obtained a job as errand boy in the Colonel’s office. He, the Colonel, was one of the few Southern gentlemen left to Hemphill, and was recognized as the aristocrat of the town. And here was a negro, nearly as noted for his laziness as the Colonel for his industry and thrift, given a job in the Colonel's office! “Now, Nathan, I done tol' you how 'portant it is fer you ter be per-sfectful to tony white pussons. So you min' whut ah tells you an’ fer the good Land’s sake don’t fergit ter sav sir and keep your manners! Yoh jes run long an do what yoah mammy done went an' learned you an’ yoah’l! git er long all right. De Colonel, he haint no hardhearted man, lie jes wants business an’ dat’s whut he's gwinc git.” With these words Nathan’s mother urged him to his job. Hut little urging was needed, for the idea of mingling with “tony white pussons” was enough to make his chest swell with pride. Yet it was with fear and trembling that the little negro poked his head in the door marked, “Private Office.” lie beheld a boy with pompadoured hair, wearing a red tie, and yellow shoes, the latter elevated to a position on the desk. “Whad-do-want, nigger? Ilurrv up! We business men don’t fool along with you.” Nathaniel’s nose went up. up, up. Ise done been hired by the Colonel. Ah’d lak ter see him.” “Oh. well! I’m his nephew. I suppose I’ll do?” The little negro’s attitude changed. Was it anger burning in the boy's eyes or was it amusement? Surely Nathaniel couldn’t make out. Rut at the boy's mention or kinship to the Colonel the negro’s behavior to this young man showed a marked difference. “Er-r. Mistah, would yuh kindly infahm me, suh, as to whut de Colonel would have me ter do. suh?” “Oh. well,” lie replied, slowly rolling a cigarette, “you’re rather early, but you might shine my shoes, sweep out the office, straighten up the desk, empty the waste basket, and when you get through with that I’ll tell you what else you can do.” “Yas. suh. Anything else, suh?” As the young man donned hat and coat and walked leisurely out. “I.awsy, lawsv. is I done turned maid? 40 Wonder he didn't leave a cap an' apron! But mammy she say we got ter knuckle under to tony folks en I guess she’s right. As the Colonel entered he was greeted by a whirl of dust, from which bobbed a little, black head. “Good morning boy, busy?” “Ah-h-h, lawsy, boss, you done scared me so’s--------Yuh see, yoah nephew. Colonel, er. Ah mean Mr. Dale, he says as how fer me ter clean up a little bit, while—” “What, my nephew? Oh, I see, I see. And did my ‘nephew’ have light hair, a dark blue suit, a red tie and tan shoes?” “Yas, suh, boss, dat’s he. Dai's dc guy.” “W ell, bov. that’s only the office boy. Understand?” Yassuh. boss, 1 catch yuh. Huh! I knowed all the time as how he warn’t no ’ristocat.” The sleek-haired office boy entered, gave his “good morning” very humbly and picked up the abandoned duster. Nathan gave him a look, a look of scorn that said plainer than words, Pore white trash.” MARY DUGGER, fi6. 41 Franz Josefs Evening Hymn c ANDLF.S burned dimly in the great cathedral, and dusky evening shadows crept from every niche and corner, enshrouding the golden figures of the saints in semi-darkness. The air was sweet with incense, and a mysterious silence brooded over all. Far to the front with its wonderful pipes rising almost to the ceiling, stood the grand old organ. A golden-haired, blue-eyed lad sat before the keyboard with paper and pencil in his hand. Laboriously lie printed a few note on the paper, and then, with a frown, let it drop to the floor. “ h. that 1 might compose like the masters! he cried, and lovingly he fingered the time-yellowed keys before him. hear old organ.” he breathed, “how I love the music you give me, and vet I can write nothing even worthy to be played. Presently his head drooped upon his hand, and he leaned against the organ for support. And all the air was still again. Prana Josef was asleep. Softly, stealthily down the corridor crept a man, clad in the rough clothes of the laborer. Down the aisle he crept, and paused to look around him. All this wealth of silver and gold, of statues and precious jewels, while he and his family were hungry and wretched! Hit's jest fer the kids I’m doin' this.” he muttered, and slipped a silver cup under his ragged coat. Looking up. he beheld a boy seated before the organ fast asleep. Hurriedly he snatched a few pieces of silver and a small golden statue, and would have fled, when suddenly the hoy at the organ stirred, sat up, and as in a dream, placed his hands upon the keys. “lie’ll tell. thought the man. He’ll tell 'em 1 stole this stuff. And knife in hand, lie slipped quickly, but noiselessly along the wall, nearer and nearer to Franz Josef, for lie had in mind to kill him. Almost upon the boy he came and stopped, for through the air sounded a deep tone of warning, vibrating so that the very walls seemed to shake. One chord so full of sinister meaning, bursting into another; higher and higher, until it seemed as if the Master himself were tearing this awful symphony from the very vitals of the organ, so full of anguish they were. But slowly a sweet and prayerlike little tune came up through the heavy chords, increasing; in strength and sweetness as it rose until finally it hurst forth in one rapturous swell of melody, trilled and paused, and, as a young cataract leaps from the mountain-side. and comes tinkling down over the rocks, so the clear, liquid notes rippled down through the bright air, swirling and eddying into the grand final chord. 42 And, echoes answering echoes, the man slipped away into the night ashamed of the thing lie had almost done, and leaving the gold and silver behind him. So deep silence reigned, as at first, for Franz Josef was writing his music, that all the world might hear. MARGARET BRIGGS, ’17. 43 Our Doctor OWN the dusty road came the jog, jog, jog, of the family doctor’s old grey nag. in a rhythmic dog trot. I hurried to the window to see him pass, for the doctor is one of those people who seem to radiate encouragement and hope even from his finger tips. He was perhaps a man of fifty, short, plump, hearty, cheerful. His eves were large, brown sympathetic; his nose irregular; his mouth sensitive. A large panama hat flapped playfully in an occasional restless breeze. He was clad in white duck, somewhat the worse for the dusty afternoon. On the seat beside him was his rusty old instrument case, or pill box, evidence of a professional call. And his call! W e all liked to be sick just to have the doctor come. He would tell father of some trade he had made. He would joke mother about when they were children. He would tell me about the trout he had caught and delighted us all with tales of adventure—wonderful things in the ears of country boys. I have known him to prescribe for every member of the family at one visit, even for “old mammy’s” rheumatism. He was not like the modern physician, with manv degrees and no heart. • ’ GEORGE O’NEAL, ’15. The Breezy Westerner TEYE PORTER was a powerful, well-built chap from Gold Gulch, Texas. As he stood there leaning against the counter of the town “hang-out” he was certainly a pleasing sight. Tall, muscular, broad-shouldered, and brawny was this fellow from Texas. A curly head of brown hair bristled under a ranchman’s felt. Under the hair was a good-looking, sunburned face, with a short, well-formed nose, a good mouth, and a pair of steel grey-blue eyes, which, at this moment, were eyeing a little Spaniard, who was playing cards at a table to his right. A forty-four Colt hung at Steve’s side, and he smiled coolly as his hand unconsciously stole to Ins weapon. He continued to lean against the counter and every now and then he would stroll over and watch the card game, smile, and then walk slowly back to the counter. A few minutes later Steve’s eyes flashed, as he drew his revolver, covered the Spaniard, and quietly took a half a dozen cards from his hoots. This act showed Steve’s desire for fair play and the hold, fearless disposition, that characterizes the true Westerner. NED KEPLINGER. T5. 44 HILLIARD LITERARY SOCIETY The German Musician EKR IJl'III. is a real musician, a teacher as well as an artist. Ilis very studio breathes music, so that even his dog, who gulps with relish his master’s violin strings, is imbued with the atmosphere. Herr Buhl is best known as Concertmcister of the Symphony Orchestra t � which he gives his splendid efforts. W hen he makes his appearance at concerts, he is irresistible. After all the other musicians are on the stage, he bustles in, but cannot possibly sit down until he has repeatedly nodded and shaken his head, and made a few remarks to some of the others. Then he painstakingly adjusts himself on his chair, turns his half-bald head about, and beams upon the audience. But at the tap of the baton, he is all attention, and immediately becomes rapt in the Symphony. Herr Buhl seldom becomes ruffled, but when he does, it is usually because of his pupils, who occasionally will not practice. Sometimes he and his pupils become so intensely interested in their work, that he will keep them there for hours. Herr Buhl is no business man! He evidently believes that, bv his illustrations, a pupil may the better interpret the music; which is very true, for he goes through such extremely funny movements, that they make impressions forever. Sometimes he marches up and down, manipulating his arms and legs for all the world like a mechanical tin soldier; at others he will gallop, like a hurse. One time a pupil played a phrase with the wrong accent, whereupon he said: “No, no my dear, that is not right; you play so, like you say TIOW'-do-you-do and not. ‘How-do-you-DO’”? Herr Buhl has plump fingers, but more magnetism lies in those fingers, than in many more delicate ones. 46 Royalty HE late afternoon sunshine drifted through the window, and combined with the soft hangings, gave the room a most cozy appearance, and to add to its attractiveness there was Tabby dreaming n the window ledge. Tabby was not the only one dreaming, for there in the roomy rocker was the “Lady of His Dreams” dreaming of him. Yes, Peter Prince was coming home tonight, and she. Sylvia, had not seen him for four long years. Would he be as handsome as ever after the four years of army life? But in her dreams site would picture him only as the same good-looking, big, broad football hero that she had last seen. As for ltcr site had returned from college a beautiful girl, loved by all. Tonight she was to make her debut. Sylvia had all of the requirement-, of a debutante, and. like the others had learned thoroughly her three r's”— rag, rouge and repartee. ( h. I bet that horrid train will he just hours late and he will not be here for mv party.” Site rose and left the room to consult the maid on . me matter concerning the evening’s festivities. On the Pullman all the passengers had retired except one voting man who was impatiently putting his cigar. Of course, you have already guessed it was Peter Prince. Great guns! Why don’t this train move on? We’ve been in this (iodforsaken hole for hours. What will Sylvia think if 1 fail to get there on time? Dear girl. I wonder if she has changed much?” He turned from the car window and seemed to throw off his impatience for a while to dream of Sylvia. The rooms of the Graham home were brilliantly lighted and represented a veritable fairvland with their exquisite flowers banked in every nook and corner, and the merry boys and girl gaily chatting. Into this joyous scene Peter entered. •‘Hello. Prince. Gee! It seems good to see you home again,” exclaimed Sylvia’s brother, Tom. “Thanks, how is everybody? As he greeted his old friends he looked for Sylvia, but could not see her, and no one mentioned her. so he decided to 17 wait and sec if she would ti � t soon appear. After lie had met all of the guests, he wandered away into an alcove practically hidden by ferns and flowers There he found a newspaper which had been carelessly tossed aside. No! It could not be! He would tint believe bis eves, surely something must be wrong. There in bold black type under the picture of a beautiful girl on the society page were the words, Miss Sylvia Frances Graham. the attractive daughter of Mr. and Mrs. F. 11. Graham. who is to marry Count Andera Di I.ugi. of Naples. After he realized that there was no mistake, and that the picture and name were indeed that of Sylvia, he instantly began to frame some excuse for leaving. Before he could collect his thoughts Sylvia entered the room. As Mr. and Mrs. Graham led the guests into the ballroom. Svlvia pleaded an excuse, promising to follow in a few minutes. Of course, she was disappointed! Had he not promised that he would be there at her dance? When the room was empty she walked over to the window and peered out, expressing her disappointment in the one scarcely audible sentence, Oh. why did he not come? Even though the words were little more than a whisper, Peter heard them and suickly left his place of concealment. As he did so. a most entrancing picture met his gaze, and, as he stepped forth, all thoughts of the fatal newspaper vanished. Sylvia! She turned and on seeing him she exclaimed Peter Prince! With eagerness he bounded to her side and then remembering the paper with a sigh he dropped his arms and turned away. Why, Peter, what is the matter? “This is the reason, Sylvia, offering her the paper, Why didn’t you write to me? Whv did you wait and let me find it out in this manner? Tell me quickly. Sylvia was at first puzzled, then amused and finally was laughing heartily. Why, isn’t that funny? I.ook! See that picture over there, the one of Marion Earle. Well, read the item underneath it, ‘Miss Marion Earle, one of the most beautiful young women of Birmingham, who is to make her debut this evening.' Now do you see the point? Oh, you stupid, stupid boy, can you not understand, the society editor confused the two announcements and I should he the debutante and Marion the bride to-be.” Oh, you darling. and the door opened and in rushed a bevy of girls and boys in search of Sylvia. They naturally hesitated in surprise, when some of the girls, who had seen the paper, began teasingly: Why, Sylvia, aren't you ashamed? We are perfectly furious that you have not told us all about it before. But. after all. we congratulate you and arc real proud that one of our crowd is to marry a ‘sure-enough’ count.” Count?” questioned Sylvia and Peter. Why, I wouldn’t have an old Italian count when there is an American ‘Prince’ at home.’’ laughed Sylvia over bis shoulder. FAY WINN. ’15. 48 How Stupidity Saved The World NCR upon a time in a distant land there lived a very hravc prince whose name was Richard. In a mountain not very far from his place there dwelt an carthquaker to whom a maiden was sent each year to lull him with a new song. If no maiden was sent he would awake and destroy the world. Now Richard was a very just and brave prince and wished to tree his country of this yearly loll. One night as he lay sleeping a beautiful maiden appeared to him and told him she had learned of his noble desire and had come to aid him. She informed him of a wonderful flying horse owned by a distant king, which he could secure to help him and of a strange lumber room of odd things kept in the moon. The prince determined to go to the moon and get enough stupidity to kill the carthquaker; for a little stupidity is very heavy and powerful. The prince put on his shoes of swiftness, and in a short time was at the distant king’s palace, lit explained the object of his visit and the king promised to aid him. After securing the wonderful flying horse. Richard sprang into the saddle and cried to his horse: To the Moon. Rider and horse flew upward with great rapidity, and in a short time reached the moon. There the prince was met by two fair maidens t«• whom he explained his mission. They sympathized with him in his noble mission and led him to the strange lumber room from which he selected a huge mass of stupidity. The maidens touched it with their wamls of thought and it became light enough to carry: then they taught him how to make it regain its natural weight and power and also gave him instructions about handling it. ITc was told to keep it covered with ignorance and superstition, not to expose it to the light of investigation and not to think while handling it. To think while handling it would lighten its weight and so undo its power. After thanking the maidens for their help, the prince departed for the home of the cartnquaker. Presently he arrived and none too soon for no fair maiden had been sent and already he was about to awake and destroy the world. Richard leaped off his horse, advanced to the verge of the crevice, cried Die.” and then uttered the magic words. The mass of stupidity shot downward with all its original power and weight on the carthquaker. The earth yawned; there was a vast abyss, silent and bottomless. Thus stupidity for once saved the world. Jp ROLAND SPARKMAN, 15. Washington The Wyoming, Washington, I). C, Dec. 22ml. 1912. EAR PEGGY: The trip was grand and I was homesick for just one second. 1 must confess wlu-n I was safely “settled” in the Pullman, with my many bundles and budgets, tears came. You know, it was the first time I had ever been away from home on Christmas, but, Peggy, I just sat up straight like a wooden Indian and waved a brave good-bvc in Father and dear old Birmingham. Remember Rosaline Elizabeth Bannister, your Mother told you not to talk to strangers,” I repeated over and over to myself as I looked out of the window at the flying landscape. Sot n the train stopped at a quaint little village. It was early dawn, quite bleak and misty. A light snow covered the ground and made a pretty picture with the piles of logs and the mountaineers gathered around the fire. One old man looked important enough to be the sheriff. He wore a long overcoat, heavy boots, a thick fur cap pulled over bis ears, a huge red bandana tied around his neck and was smoking a corn cob pipe. When be spoke, as Molly says, bis breath turned to smoke.” I did not forget my surprise package, in fact, at the time “Mv Lady across the aisle, asked if I liked to read. I was reading your letter. Site was a dear old lady with gray hair and I couldn’t think how Mother would object t my making friends with her. She and her son. a young civil engineer, were going to New York to spend Christmas with her daughter. They insisted upon my taking dinner with them that night and we had a most delightful time together. YYc reached Washington early next morning and I didn't expect to see them any more but they were up to tell me good-bye. You just can't imagine, Peggy, how 1 felt when I stepped oft the train in that Union Station in Washington. Thousands of people were hurrying by. but not one familiar face did I see until Marie's head poked through those iron bars at the top of tlie steps You've never seen two girls as glad to see each other as vve were. I know she had a list of questions that would reach around the earth to ask about you. 1 told her to please hush for a minute, because I promised to write you about my first impression of W ashington. Peggy, the station was tremendous and beautiful. Burnham was the architect and his idea came from the triumphal arches of Rome. The building is of white granite and has two large circular windows at each end. You don't see any lights at all and while you are wondering where they are, your car comes and you have to just fly to catch it. Our real sight-seeing began after breakfast when we went to see the Pan American Building. It’s one of my favorites, a white marble structure with two statues of North and South America on either side of the d ors. 50 YANCEY LITERARY SOCIETY Entering these doors you art in a court yard that is just like fairyland. The fountain, which was designed by Gertrude Vanderbilt, is surrounded by tropical plants, and flowers. The tile floors arc queer, antique patterns, and one imagines he’s wandering in some old palace. Broad stairs lead to the balcony where all the American countries have their coat « f arms in alphabetical order. VVc had a peep in the Hall of Republics with the row of little gilt chairs all around the wall. After a farewell glance at the fountain, we went over to the Washington Monument and just missed the elevator that runs every thirty minutes, so we walked up the eight hundred and ninety steps to the top. I here was a step of stone from nearly every State and I erritory in the I nited States and even some cities. 1 memorized for your benefit a number of foreign countries that have memorial tablets there. It was a glorious view from our five hundred and fifty-five foot perch” and we could see beyond the Potomac River into Virginia, though it did make you dizzy up so high, e spent the afternoon in the Congressional Library and are going again some night when it is lighted up. You can’t imagine how wonderful it is. Last night Graham gave its a box party at Chases. I wished for you. 1 his morning Mrs. Randolph. Joe, Marie, and I went in the Randolph’s car to Great Palls, and the Capitol. We saw one of Marie’s friends in the Capitol and he let us go into the President's room. While they weren’t looking i sat in the President's chair just to say I had. In the afternoon we are going to the Barracks to hear the Marine Band Concert. Romantic Peggy! You should he here to see all the soldier and sailor boys in their blue uniforms. 1 must stop without telling you about the Corcoran Art Gallery and our lovely trips to Annapolis, Mt. Vernon and Arlington. Good-bye for this time. Always yc urs. Thun, the Home of the German Swiss N THE heart of the snow-covered Bernese Oberland, lies the little village of Thun. It faces and pays homage to the glorious “Yongfrau,” the “maiden'' of the Alpine peaks. At the head of a beautiful lake, that bears the name of this town is its sister city Interlaken, the most centrally located village for mountain climbing in Switzerland. Interlaken demands, for that reason, the greater majority of tourists, and the other little village is passed by practically all travelers except those who wish to rest. Therefore Thum is a typical Swiss home-town. The women and men still wear the native costumes and live according to the traditions of their forefathers. The town itself is divided into two parts, by a rushing mountain torrent of sapphire blue, that dashes along bv one of the main streets. Houses and stores of pure white plaster roofed and trimmed with brilliant scarlet contrast strongly with the many colored flowers that grow in every window. It is a characteristic of Thum alone, that the sidewalks in the business parts of the village are elevated to the second story of all the buildings. Under them are the bargain tables, the delight of every Swiss woman. All articles from dish pans to elaborate dresses can be found there. The most unsubstantial but far more attractive wares are sold above. The shop windows are full of the beautiful Swiss woodwork, along with trinkets of every sort. Side by side with these stores arc the cheese shops. They arc “branded,” to use a common expression, by the inevitable woman shopkeeper. She sits on the outside by the door, usually knitting, and while with one eye she watches her little ones who play in the street below, she also attends to all customers who happen in. These are women to be respected. One notices in practically every niche and corner, the statue of the patron saint of Switzerland.—William Tell. Not one Swiss passes by without uttering a prayer for those at home and abroad. Overlooking the town is the cathedral, the center of worship for all the villagers. Its massive grey stone towers stand out coldly against the green hills and wonderfully white mountains. From this temple one can see over the village to the Lake, half-hidden by the gorgeous snow-capped peaks that look down into the clear blue water. The reflect ion is perfect, the mountains, trees and chateaux, all are there! One cannot but recall these lines, supposed to be addressed by a lake to an adjoining mountain: “I lie at thv feet. Dear, hill with lofty crown. 53 My waters smile thy crags to greet. As they look proudly down. “Thou arc so far and yet how near! For though we arc apart, I make myself a mirror dear. And hold thee in my heart. RACHEL LONDON. 14- 54 Ste. Anne and Its Surroundings BOUT twenty miles from Montreal is the quaint little Frcnch-Canadian village of Ste. Anne de Bellevue, where I spent the summer four years ago. The village, if it may be called by so dignified a name, consists of a grocery store, a meat market with long strings of sausages and fat dressed ducks hanging on the wall and the odor of onion and garlic over everything, a department store, and a little curio-shop kept by Dame Duquette, which contains everything from Madonnas to marshmallows. Phe quaintest object in the shop was Dame Doquette herself, who moved about her musty, dust-covered wares in a worn black dress, a tiny lace apron, and a frilly mob cap with the strings tied under her chin. The town is situated on the Ottawa river and the main street follows the course of the water, therefore twisting and curving in the most amazing manner. Side streets, hardly more than alleys, branch off from it and here are seen picturesque little French habitant cottages with their rough plastered walls and straw roofs. In one of these lived Madantc Solvcy, an old woman front whom we bought chickens and cherries, and her garden was a weird jumble of flowers and vegetables—first, a bed of purple pansies, then a row of potatoes and beyond them a clump of mignonette, with cabbages sandwiched in between lilics-of ilie-valley and pale primroses. At the end of the River Road, as the main street is called, stands the home of Thomas Moore, the poet, all overgrown with clambering vines and surrounded by a tangled garden. Here, under his maples, with the water splashing almost at his door, he wrote his “Canadian Boat Song,’ beginning, “Soon as the woods on the shore grow dim, we’ll sing at Ste Anne’s our parting hymn. This house now fills the unromantic position of a branch of the bank of Montreal. The river itself has many interesting points. Half way between Ste. Anne and Montreal it joins the St. Lawrence and for over a mile there is a distinct line where the clear blue St. Lawrence and the dark brown Ottawa flow side by side without mingling. Just below are the Lachinc Rapids, named by Cartier, who. upon discovering them, thought he had reached China, or “Lachine. and named them accordingly. An extremely skillful pilot is needed in order to run the rapids, especially when the water i low. for then the rocks arc near the surface and there is danger of grounding. Even in high water, the lurching of the boat or the jarring thud when it strikes a boulder, the swirling waters and blinding spray are alarming, to say the least, and when the boat rushes straight toward a huge, craggy rock as if it would dash itself to pieces against it. a person begins to wonder if he will survive to tell the tale. Indians use birch-bark canoes in making the rim, but no white man has ever been known to attempt this feet. 55 Just within the village stands an old house, the first Hudson Bay trading post established in the region and the original landmark of the settlement. It is low and massive with rough plastered walls four feet thick built for protection against the Indians. If the shade of an old fur trader could return to the spot, he would Ind it difficult to recognizt his former quarters, for neat muslin curtains drape the windows and it bears the sign, “Dandy Tea Rooms—scones, muffins, hot chocolate, tea. and cakes of all kinds.” It was here that Simmie dear.” a neighbor's small boy. would dispose of the heads of lettuce that he so demurely begged � f us for his widowed mother's tea, for ten cents apiece and with it buy fishing tackle. Always a part of my memon of the place, although farther down the river, at Oka. is the old Francescan monastery, which dates back to the early part of the seventeenth century. No women are allowed to visit it. hut any man may go there and stay as long as he likes, enjoying the hospitality of the monks, if he desires “quiet and seclusion from the world.” He will find quiet in plenty, for the Monks never titter a word except when absolutely necessary, silence being one of the strictest rules of the monastery. There is a flight of a thousand steps leading up to three small chapels on a hill, and on the first Sunday of each September, the monks climb all the way up those thousand steps on their knees, for penance. These shrines, seen from the river, form a m: st exquisite picture. Three dazzlingly white chapels, each with a cross on top sharply outlined against the deep blue sky. stand on a bluish-green hill flecked here and there with the silver of birches, which slopes down to a strip of dull yellow sand along the river's edge. This, in turn, melts into the intense blue of the water, so like the sky that it hardly seems possible to tell whether the sky is a reflection of the water, or the water of the sky. ELEANOR STARNES. ’14. 56 CURRY LITERARY SOCIETY A College Girl’s Confession Harding; Hall, April 25. 1914. EAR Patty : Have you dropped dead, or are you merely sleeping? Or have you cut from your list of acquaintances this triv-olotis harcm-scarem mad-cap? I made a solemn vow never to write to you again, yet here 1 am. swallowing my pride and scribbling off to a very unappreciative friend. 1 have just returned from a visit to Sylvia—you remember her. our dramatic star? Miss Marsh was shocked when she learned that there would be no chaperon. 1 hink she thought there might be a chap-cr-loiig.) But madam told her that 1 could be very dignified when 1 wanted to and 1 was to be on my ‘good behavior. However. '()ld Sally” insisted upon going with me, as she wished to pay a visit to her family. Sylvia is the same old girl, -till a true sponsor of the naughty naughts. She has the cutest little bungalow, and her husband—words cannot describe him. In my eves, he is perfect. My conscience hurt me terribly at first, for 1 fell in love with him right away and I thanked my lucky stars that 1 could only stay two days, bar be it from me to wreck a happy home! Coming back to college I was free. I here was no “()ld Sally along watching me with her eagle eyes, but 1 was determined to be good for once, so when a bunch of college boys came in, 1 picked up a Literary Digest and pretended to be reading. It was the hardest task 1 ever attempted, especially when someone not very far from me was singing, and that someone had the sweetest tenor voice I ever listened to. 1 tried to overcome my curiosity, but 1 could not, so I took out my vanity case and while 1 endeavored to improve my looks, I stole a glance at him through my mirror. Ilf was so handsome I kept on looking, and, my dear, what do you think he did, That horrid in dividual deliberately grinned at me in the mirror. Just at that critical moment Harding Hall station was called, so I picked up my suit case, and then, I honest couldn’t help it. I winked at him. ’Nuff said. Your flirtatious, Betty. Dear Old Girl, Time sho do fly! Nearly time for graduation. 1 could hardly believe it until “Old Sally” talked to us about our essays. Then I began to realize the burden of being a Senior. The “naughty naughts arc going to hold a last meeting tonight. We are seriously thinking of continuing the society under a new name—the “Dignified Ones. Do you suppose there is a chance in that world for me? I heard that you were engaged and that the 58 lucky man was an army officer. Are you sure it is the real man that you are in love with or the brass buttons? Brother says I am destined to be an old maid, but I insist upon being a bachelor girl, so I can have a good time. I positively refuse to drink tea and play with cats. Maybe I never will marry, but-----. Love to all. Betty. May 17. 1914. Dearest of dear (iirls: So many exciting things have occurred that I am at sixes and sevens, whatever that means. I think fliimmuxed would be the correct term for my state of mind at present. It's all owing to a man, too. I've seen the man-of-the-train again. A crowd � � f Harding girls went t � a baseball game between the academy and the university, and after the game Sally ’ was leading her ducklings back t« the parental home, when I heard that tenor voice. I looked up quickly and saw him. lie smiled and really, Patty, I don't know how my handkerchief managed to slip to the ground, but it did and the next time saw him. he was putting it in his coat pocket right over his heart. Of course, we girls are never allowed to have callers, 59 but lie came and returned my handkerchief. Madame refused to let him see me at all. Nevertheless. I saw him because 1 was on the stairs listening, and when he came out, my dear, 1 know you are shocked- I winked again. Patty dear: I have had an adventure—in love. Yes. if to feel a sense of blankness when a man isn’t around and a little joyful pain when he comes in sight, to think of him and your trivial self as the center of the universe is love—then I am in love. I feel as if I would like to give the college yell, yippi rah. yipp rah, yip! ye! va! It all happened this way: After 1 had read my essay and received my diploma Daddy and Brother came up t • congratulate the illustrious member of the family and Brother introduced me to him. His name is Dick Henderson and he used to be Buddie’s roommate, so he knew who I was all the time. He and I strolled around the campus and he told me that he had seen im picture in Buddie’s room, and— 1 am so excited and Your happy. Beth. LOUISE CUNNINGHAM, ’u. PIERIAN LITERARY SOCIETY The Moon-Maiden HE lake was glorious tonight. Coil and softly stirring was the air. after the dead ca’m of sunset: slender breezes slipped noiselessly through the tree tops and gently ruffled the waters of the lake. The moon, too, had risen slowly and somewhat reluctantly, as if drawn by some mysterious force in the heavens, and now was building a fairy bridge to earth again, a bridge fit for no heavier tread than Titania's or Diana s, should her chase lead her earthward. Its beams were pure silver; its spans of clearest crystal and a rainbow mist surrounded all. Perhaps it was all only an illusion and at this thought the solitary figure on the beach impatiently brushed his hand across his forehead, but the fairy vision remained, hrorn the fore song and laughter of his comrades, herrily jesting and shouting in their boyish exuberance of spirits, seemed to come from another world, an external existence. Still he sat spellbound by the moon-beams. “Great Caesar! What is the matter? Am 1 in love! A ringing shout followed, then, quickly sobering. “Claire! “No. musingly. “she’s too good a friend to fall in love with, besides, if I had been destined bv the yowers that be t«� marry her. I'd have done it by now. or at least should have made some headway. Confound it! I've an idea that Don's getting the lead over me and—well, lie’s a dandy fellow and I suppose they'd be happy. He ended doubtfully and promptly fell again under the spell of the moon witch. He could imagine all kinds of things happening on that bridge- lover's meetings. Heavens, can’t I keep love out of my muddled head tonight? Queer how foolish. a little moonshine can make a fellow. 62 He Razed intently about. W hat was that bright spot at the other end of the moon path? Yc gods, it was a girl, whether real or visionary, he could not tell, but a girl nevertheless! Still he sat motionless, his staring eyes fixed on the dainty white figure: slowly to his dazed senses came the vague impression that she was beautiful, divinely beautiful. Yet as she drew mar he realized tha‘ somewhere he had known that same face. The moon-mai h n. now nearly across the fairy bridge, raised one slender hand and beckoned to him. Startled, lie rose and stumblirtglv made his way down the pebbly beach, to the water's edge, into the cool lake and held out iiis hand to catch her hands extended to him. Nearer and nearer she came, and slipped into his oj eu arms: he closed them—on vacant air. f ie looked wildly ah ut him br.t the moon-iuaid� n had vanished. The floor wn? glorious. His mother’s dinner dance marked the end of the social season in town. Already the air was heavy in the large bait-room, to which he had fled to escape the crowd of guests that had already assembled, and to avoid ;l;e accusing eyes of Claire, reproaching him for his neglect. The light bad not been turned on and the only illumination came through the high entrance where glowed a cluster of softened lights. The room was half in shack.-w and the floor in the half gloom seemed almost black, the flowers banked against the walls woke haunting memories; the light from the don e seemed to weave n golden path along the polished floor. A tantalizing memory stole into bis mind. The dream of last summer lacked nothing but ti;c dream maid and an instinctive reasoning told him that she would appear. Great Scott, he was right here she was. truly a dainty slip of a girl, all in white, as before. She seemed to float or glide rather that walk toward him. Involuntarily he opened his arms; one step more and alter an ecstatic moment, he found himself gazing into Claires wistful, upturned face. She read his face and giggled impishly, “Jim, you've simply got to show me that new step you told me about; I’m wild to learn it. His face fell and at the sight of his dejected countenance she relented and--well—“All’s well that ends well. SADIE CLARK, ’i.� . 03 In the Meanwhile — ' — —' —■ - . ___ In the time of Spring, Youth, Beauty, Love and Nature are at their best. Therefore the poets sing their sweetest. We have many examples of exquisite lyrical charm. April.” by Margaret L. Woods, contains the following lines: I) conic across the hillside! The April month is here. The lamb-time, the lark-time, the child-time of the year. The wren sings on the sallow. The lark above the fallow. The birds sing everywhere. With whistle and with holloa The laborers follow The shining share. And sing upon the hillside in the seed-time of the year. Here is a poem of so much loveliness that we copy it complete. It is by Constance Clark and is called 'The Tryst. “Pale Dawn, her slender feet astray; Her slim young fingers white and frail. Lost in her rosy bridal veil; Her hair, its shimmering masts agleam With dying stars, her eyes a-dream, Waits for Iter lord. nd on he comes out of the East. To meet his bride, and unreleased From darkness gleams his royal attire That lights the world with glints of fire. And on his lips her quivering breath Is stilled, her bridal kiss brings death— Morn reigns alone.” r - Word picturing is a phase of poetry that all enjoy. Delicate pictures and rare Igures are numerous in “Nocturnes,” by Alovsius Coll. Now cometb night, soft-slippered maid of Sleep. Tiptoeing down the dwindling paths of day. Bearing above her garb demure and gray 'flic tiny candles given in her keep.” She threads her needle with a silver ray Of moonlight, and with stitches long and deep She mends the robe of slumber, bold on fold '� 4 She wraps it round her mistress and her queen. Till hush and dark the regal dreams emprize, Softly the little maid slips out to hold With random Morpheus tryst upon the green. And close upon his breast her weary eyes. Love and youth are themes of everlasting wonder and much powerful and beautiful expression, as shown in the following poems: “Senipre,” by Leolvn Louise Everett, and “hirst Love. by Untemeyer. “Youth calls to youth the wide world over. Like wind to lea, like bee to clover! None but the cynic dares to spurn. Red blood that cries red blood in turn.” “Pale dreams arise, swift heartbeats yearn Up—up some ecstacy to learn. The spirit dares not speak. Afar Youth lures its fellow—like a star.” “The river turns to the peaceful breast Of the brooding sea, The redbird turns to his mate in the nest. The bud to the bee: Oh, learn, tny love, from this sweet unrest— And turn to me. Here is a poem by Maxwell St rut hers Burt entitled “ “Fifty Years Spent,” that cannot be passed over. There is much strength in the rythm, the thought and the lesson taught. Fifty years spent before 1 found me. Wind on tny mouth and the taste of rain. Where the great hills circled and swept around me. And the torrents leaped to the mist-drenched plain: Ah. it was long this coining of me, Back to the hills and the sounding sea. “Scarcely a lad who passes twenty But finds him a girl to balm his heart: Only I, who had work so plenty. Bade this loving keep apart; Once I saw a girl in a crowd. And I hushed my heart when it cried out loud. “Fifty years spent, and what do they bring me? Now I can buy the meadow and hill: Where is the heart of the boy to sing thee? Where is the life for thy living to fill? And thirty years back in a city crowd. 1 passed a girl when my heart cried loud. 65 Recently the Milliard Literary Society gave a very interesting program on “Alabama in the auditorium. The program was as follows: “Alabama's Natural Resources”—Otto Schultz. “Agricultural Conditions”—Jack Herman. “Population and Immigration”—-Robert McAdory. The one hundredth anniversary of the battle of Horse Shoe Bend was celebrated in the auditorium on March 27th. Mr. Tinsley Harrison gave the story of the “Star Spangled Banner. fter this Mrs. Woodrow, representative of the Birmingham Chapter of the Daughters of 1812. presented Judge Fort, who spoke on the “Significance of This Play. At the conclusion of his talk, he presented the High School with a beautiful picture of Gen. Andrew Jackson. Mr. William Rossiter accepted the picture in behalf of the school. Mrs. Williams, historian of the local chapter, made a short talk and showed some very interesting newspaper accounts of the battle of Horse Shoe Bend. On March 31st, Miss Kathleen Wilson entertained at a delightful four-course luncheon. The color scheme of yellow and white was carried out in the decorations and place cards. Those present were: Misses Fitzgerald, Margaret Griffith, Louie Deaton, Ella Mac Jenkins, Mrs. James Wilson, Messrs. Guy H. Wilson, George Frey, Tim Durrett and Hal Beasley. Mr. Ratcliff, secretary of the Chamber of Commerce, gave the students a very interesting illustrated lecture on the Growth of Cities. Mrs. Southwick recently delighted a large High School audience with her presentation of “Macbeth. Miss Helen Neill and Miss Mary Clark gave a lovelv four-course luncheon on April 22nd. A large basket of snowballs formed the centerpiece and the Japanese idea was carried out in the decorations and place cards. The guests were: Misses Margaret Lassetcr, Louis Nall. Lula Patterson. Mae Trott. Emma Kennedy, Annie Watkins. Edythe Weaver, Bossie Bell Randle. Ella Jenkins and Miss Fitzgerald. 66 Miss Anita Eustis and Miss Leila Robinson were hostesses at a delightful luncheon on April 25th. A large bowl of pink roses formed the center-piece and the color scheme of pink and green was carried out in the place cards and decorations. Those who enjoyed this hospitality were: Misses Marguerite King. Helen Terrell, Augusta Dearborn. Margaret Bradshaw, Mrs. George Eustis. Mrs. E. M. Robinson and Miss Mansis. Messrs. Harry Kevins, Biddle Worthington, Charles Jones. Mark Myatt and Malcolm Grant. The Aglaia Literary Society chose as the subject for their program in the auditorium, “Birmingham at Play.” This proved to be a subject of interest to all. The following papers were well given: “The Picture Shows and Theaters”—Hazel Newman. The Playground Movement”—Beryl Rogers. “The Athletics”—Miriam Hostetler. 'flic Eutcrpean and Glee Chibs, assisted by the )rchestra, gave a delightful and entertaining program on Monday. May 25th. The Concert was a great success in every way. A lovely luncheon was given recently bv Miss Selina Perry and Miss Marguerite King. A basket of violets formed the centerpiece and a color scheme of purple and white was carried out through all five courses. The guests were: Misses Anita Eustis. Leila Robinson. Helen Terrell and Miss Hansis, Messrs Biddle Worthington, Malcolm Grant and Harry Kevins. The Junior Girls Basketball team was presented with the championship pennant by Miss nita Kustis. The pennant was accepted by Miss Emma Kennedy in behalf of the team. Another Senior entertainment lias come and gone and has been pronounced the most successful. The plav was a farce comedy entitled. Bachelor Hall.” Mr. Douglass Wingo, in bis role of Amateur Detective, made the hit of the evening as tar as comedy was concerned. The leads. Miss Edythc Weaver and Mr. Roney Hilliard, were all that could be desired in their parts, and with the help of the accommodating uncle, Mr. Morris Latham, they succeeded in making everything end pleasantly. The entire cast upheld their parts splendidly. They were: Hen. Jeffrey Myrtlcton Silas Jervis___________ Elisha Bassett_________ Ensign Jack Meridctli-. Pinkerton Case--------- Vcrc Lee............... Jasper_________________ (VRourke_______________ Betty Vance____________ Polly Reynolds_________ Mrs. Van Sty tic_______ Claire_________________ Molly__________________ ___Morris Latham ..Robert McAdorv ___Forsythe Gordy ___Roney Hilliard __Douglass Wingo __William Barrow _____Tim Durrett ______George Frey ___Edythc Weaver Augusta Dearborn ___Hazel Newman ..Marguerite King ___Annie Lowinan Miss Augusta Going and Miss Blaid Mason gave a lovely luncheon on 67 GLEE CLUB April 21 st. The centerpiece of violet, the place cards and favors carried out the color scheme of lavender arid white. Those present were: Misses Fitzgerald, Louise Cunningham, Augusta Dearborn, Margaret Bradshaw, lone Harrison, Louise Going, Sadie Clark. Florrie Miles. Evelyn Going, Dorothy Rand, Margaret Griffith, Janie Going ami Eva Clancy. The Alabama Educational Association met in Birmingham during March 9-11. Many of the teachers visited 11s and all spoke highly of our school. Miss Madeline Ward and Miss Charlotte Thornton gave a delightful luncheon recently. A large basket of Shasta Daisies formed the centerpiece and carried out the color scheme of yellow and white. Those enjoying this charming hospitality were: Misses Fitzgerald, Marion Orr. Frances Bailey. Kathleen Howard. Helen McDonough. Leone Krauss, Martha Truss, Mattie Joe Childress and Margaret Frickltoffer. Miss Edythe Weaver and Miss I.illa Mae Irwin were hostesses at a teachers’ luncheon on May 12th. A beautiful basket of blue sweet peas formed the centerpiece and the place cards and other decorations carried out the color scheme of blue and white. Those who enjoyed this delightful hospitality were: Misses Lynch. Chamblcss, Strickland, Weaver. Bush. Thornton, Prendegast, Starnes and Vail. Messrs Brown and Certain. 'Pile seven semester English classes recently held an informal conversation on the works of Hawthorne. Howells, Crawford and Johnston. 1 he plan which was carried out was very interesting. Hosts and hostesses were appointed, whose duty it was to lead the conversation. A scorckeeper kept account of the number of times each person spoke. The meeting was considered a success in every way. Many visitors sent word back to Mr. Certain. commending the work. Another “Conversation Club met and discussed the topics of importance in the “Literary Digest. Each pupil was given a copy of a recent number which contained many interesting, as well as instructive, subjects. The general plan carried out was the same as before. On April 17. 1 4. the Annual Declamatory Contest was held in the Auditorium of the High School. A violin solo by Mr. Theodore Lowinsohn, and a vocal solo by Mr. Harry J. White were greatly enjoyed. '1 he judges gave first place to Mr. Erie Stapleton, of the Hilliard, who delivered The Bishop's Candlesticks” with excellent dramatic power. Second place was given to Mr. Robert McAdorv, of the Hilliard, who spoke on “The New South,” and to Mr. Jack Cozine, of the Curry, who rendered If I Were King.’ Team work went to the Hilliard. All of the speakers bad excellent orations, and each one deserved credit for his good mork. During the week of April 20-25. Mr. Charles Zcublin gave a series of lectures in the High School Auditorium. The afternoon lectures were on the subject. Democracy in American Letters.” and were as follows: Emerson. Idealist and Individualist. Thoreau. Pagan and Anarchist. Lowell, Publicist and Humanist. 69 Whitman. Prophet and Democrat. Mark Twain, Humorist and Reformer. Howells. Critic and Socialist. '1'hc subject of the evening lectures was A National Faith.” and were divided as follows Race Reciprocity. Education for Freedom. Sex Equality. The Elimination of the Unfit. Economic Justice. Democratic Religion. The lectures were very much enjoyed by all who heard them, and were most instructive. In Order that the students of the High School might have an opportunity to hear the afternoon lectures of Mr. Zeublin, special prices of 50 cents were made to them for the afternoon lectures. Practically all of the seventh semester classes attended these lectures, as the subjects were on the writers studied during the term. During the week the text was put aside, and the lectures discussed. Their success was evident from the large number attending. One of the most charming hostesses of the season. Miss Paul Lee Towles, gave her Senior luncheon in the High School dining-room on March 25th. The color scheme of yellow and white was beautifully carried out in minutest detail, even in the four courses, which were served to the following: Misses Mary Fitzgerald, Lou Abbe Chamblcss. Kathleen Meadow. Mablc Burke, Mae Trott, Mamie Barrett, Messrs. C. C. Certain. Tim Durrett, Robert McAdorv. Steadham Acker and Douglass Wingo. suc-c-crriONr FOQ, HflfV QlNc AfY YOOfYoe oqeKTJ1 ° 000 COMMERCIAL WORK IN HIGH SCHOOLS. The Newsburgh (N. V.) News editorially states that “the most popular course ever introduced into the High School is that for the training of young men and women for clerical positions. The commercial work is appealing to a large number who arc looking beyond school days and are desirous of becoming workers in the great world of business. A knowledge of typewriting. stenography and bookkeeping will be valuable whatever the business position to be occupied. The number of places for stenographers and bookkeepers is limited, but young men and women fitted to fill these positions, have training which qualifies them for a diversity of duties in offices and stores; and if they have a good knowledge .arc alert and resourceful, and are good spellers, writers and arithmeticians, they will not lack employment.” GREGC, WRITER. ELIZABETH’S SUCCESS. “So I’m to tell how I clambered up the hill of success? Principally on all-fours; often with a lump in my throat, and always with my teeth set tight with determination to become an expert in mv own line—stenography. “‘We have over eighty applications on file already,’ was what I heard everywhere during my first hunt for a position. So it was during this very first week that I made up my mind to be an expert. “With this in view, 1 concentrated on shorthand. On my way down to the office in the mornings I read the signs and names over the store doors, and mentally pictured the shorthand equivalents for these words. I listened to conversations in street cars, taking mental notes. I took my note-book to church and took down the sermon, and to this steady practice I attribute the unusual speed 1 gained before I had been a full year at the work. I also subscribed to a shorthand magazine, and read it at every possible opportunity. And in the office I practiced, practiced and practiced—between times, at lunch time, any old time—on my typewriter. “To my first employer I owe a debt of thanks because he was so nervous. It was he who taught me that the successful stenographer mustn’t stare expectantly at her employer and tap her teeth with her pencil during the 71 pauses of dictation. It was he who taught me not to dump my letters in tlie middle of his blotter, on the top of other papers, but to clear a space for them at one side, it was he who taught me to accept responsibility and use my head. Shall 1 ever forget the time when he asked me to hand him a piece of paper, and I inquired, politely, whether he wished a large piece or a small piece? His reply was to dismiss me on the spot—and even though he recalled this dismissal the next minute. I never forgot the lesson. “My next employer, thank goodness, was unreasonable. So unreasonable was he that he expected me to remember things that 1 had never heard of, ami by this excellent, if trying, method, he taught me to think ahead and take intelligent hold of his business. To this habit of casting a glance over the mental horizon I owe a great deal of what the firms who patronize my office today call executive ability. “Next to understanding one’s business thoroughly, the greatest help to success is. I think, to work cheerfully when one has to work overtime. I early learned that if 1 were going to do a thing at all I might as well do it graciously. So when my employers have kept me after hours, I have always made a point of making some little joke or humming a little tune as I sorted out my papers, or in some other way demonstrating that I was perfectly delighted to help out. And I know that to this alone I owe two successive promotions. So mv advice to girls who would succeed in stenography is, briefly: ‘Practice your shorthand by taking mental notes, grab all the responsibility you can lay your hands on. and be cheerful at all costs.”’—Harper’s Bazaar. 72 BOARD OF EDITORS OF THE MIRROR Perhaps you non-club members want to know some of the benefits derived from membership in a club. Besides giving diversion and instruction during the term, at commence their performances prevent life from being drearv. And then—the picnics! How could school close and not be folloed by a nicnic? If you are not in a club now. do not wait. Be sure to be in time for next year. Join a club at the beginning of next semester. Our first political convention was a great success. When the clubs gathered in the auditorium—the voters on the pit, the ladies in the gallery— all were ready for work. Mr. Robert McAdory was selected chairman, and filled his high office nobly. When the speaking began cheers mingled with applause. Evidently all ladies present were not suffragists, for when the plank for equal suffrage was defeated, some of the ladies showed their approval by clapping. The convention adopted the following planks: Compulsory education. Nation-wide prohibition. Anti-woman sufifrage. Many of our noted orators made pleas for different sides of these planks. Finally the lengthening shadows forced the convention to adjourn for the day. The members of one of the parties then held a parade, extolling their candidates on flaming banners. The Annual Boys Declamatory Contest was held in the Auditorium on Friday afternoon, April 17. The clubs were represented as follows: Yancey—Messrs. Cory and O’Neal. Hilliard—Messrs. McAdory and Stapleton. Curry—Messrs. Cozinc and Eliot. All the selections were well chosen and well delivered. While the judges. Miss Thornton and Messrs. Randman and Glenn, were arranging their decision, Mr. Harry White favored the audience with several songs. The judges awarded the places as follows: Team Work—Milliard. hirst Place—Mr. Stapleton. Second Place—Messrs. McAdory and Cozine. JOINT DEBATE. °n Ma.v C the semi-annual joint debate was held in the auditorium. Before the debate, a piano solo by Miss Mamie Rcncher, anil a violin solo 74 by Mr. Theodore Lowinsohn were greatly enjoyed. The subject of the debate was: Resolved, That Regulated Trusts Arc 1 Set ter for the People than Competitive Corporations. The affirmative was upheld by Mr. Tim Durrett, of the Hilliard, and Miss Paul l.cc Towles, of the Aglaia. while the negative was defended by Mr. George Frey, of the Curry, and Miss Jessie Macon, of the Pierian. Mr. James Downey, of the Yancey, and Miss Edythe Weaver, of the Clio, acted as chairman and secretary, respectively. The judges, Mr. Bandman, Mr. Willis G. Clark, Mr. Moore, Mr. Blackburn and Mr. Wingfield, rendered a decision in favor of the affirmative. Before the debate was held, Mr. Hudson Barker, president of the Alumni Association, and Mr. C. G. Bandman showed a picture of Doctor Phillips to the pupils of the High School. This picture was painted by a graduate of the High School, and is to be purchased by the association, with the help of the High School students. Later it will be presented to the school as a remembrance of Dr. Phillips, who has done so much for the school system of Birmingham. CURRY. Owing to the numerous holidays which have occurred, the Curry has had very few meetings. One day the members enjoyed essays on the life of Mr. J. L. M. Curry, for whom the club is named. Other splendid essays have been given. Although the Curry did not win this last joint debate, the loss only spurred the members on to greater efforts for next time. The club picnic took place on May 16 at West Lake. Much fun and pleasure was derived. HILLIARD. What a magnificent record the Hilliard has made this year! It has won both joint-debates and the Oratorical Contest. A most excellent program was rendered in the auditorium. There has been a steady increase in membership, and great interest lias been shown in all the programs. At present all interest is centered in the Annual Banquet. Much excitement prevailed during the election of officers for next term. Throughout the year many excellent essays and debates have been rendered. and all the boys have thoroughly enjoyed the entire year. Each will return next September with renewed energy to continue the Hilliard’s glorious career. YANCEY. Tile Yancey completed a most successful year. All have enjoyed the numerous essays and debates. The boys have had some training in extemporaneous speaking. At one of the recent meetings a mock trial was held. Both the attorneys. Mr. Cory and Mr. O'Neal, furnished learned arguments for the respective sides. The witnesses, too. created much amusement by their marvelous knowledge of the subject. Committees have been appointed to work on the Annual picnic, which 75 will occur soon after school is out. From all appearances, this will he the best yet. To you who arc not club members, and to you coming over from Junior High, we extend a hearty invitation to join our club. MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT. The musical entertainment this year was a decided success, for the Euterpcan, Glccn Club and orchestra. Sweet strains of music floating from the auditorium had already told of treats to come, and those who attended the Concert were not disapopinted. The members of all these musical organizations have worked hard and faithfully, and deserve congratulations, have worked hard and faithfully, and deserve congratulations. For the first time :n High School history the Orchestra accompanied the Euterpcan and Glee Clubs. I he program was as follows: .Selection front “Aida. Euterpcan and nice Clubs: Mendelssohn's “Spring Song. Euterpcan and Glee Clubs; special music. Orchestra; girls’ chorus; hoys' chorus; selections from laedc’s Erl King. Euterpcan and Glee Clubs. PIERIAN. The nicrian has had many enjoyable meetings; and the discussions have been especially interesting and varied. They have been on everything from modern literature and economical questions t � such light things as the recent debate: Resolved, That County People Are Happier Than Citv People. The dub is expecting a twofold success next vear. CLIO. As the year draws to a close, the Clio looks hack with pleasure over many interesting and instructive programs. One of the most enjoyable of these was the musical on May 8th. Under the guidance of their president. Miss Edythe Weaver, the club feels that it has experienced its golden year. Although several of their members are Seniors and will leave the club in June, nevertheless they feel sure that many strong and active members will fill up the ranks and successfully carry on the work next year. AGLAIA. I lie Aglaia with the mighty help of the Hilliard won the last semiannual debate between the clubs. The club has been verv spirited and many interesting programs have been given. We now have a new pin that inspires the members with much enthusiasm. We sincerely hope that the club will continue its spirit. COMMERCIAL CLUB. I he C entral High School C ommercial Club has only' been organized since la t January. I he object of the club is to bring the students into closer 76 touch with the business men of the city. Since organizing, the club has adopted its constitution, elected officers and selected their pins. At first there were several very interesting programs by the members. Later on Mr. Radcliff and Dr. Phillips made interesting and helpful talks concerning the business world. We have also had demonstrations of the Underwood and Remington typewriters. During the last month the club has visited several of Birmingham's industries, such as the Steel Plant at Ensley. the Weather Bureau, the Macaroni Factory, and the Alabama Bakery and Candy Company. The club is looking forward to a bigger and better year’s work DRAMATIC CLUB. The past year of the Dramatic Club has proved interesting and instructive. A review of the year brings forth a goodly array of triumphs. The in the future. 1 hanksgiving play, the “Little Princess. the Senior play, all were pronounced successes. The Shakespearean play presented on May 27th will he the last Dramatic Club production. The play, “Mid-Summer’s Night Dream,” is quite ideal in its choice for it is a play of fancy and out-of-doors. The excellent cast of characters is as follows: Theseus, Duke of Athens_____________________________________Guy H Wilson Kgeus. father of Hermia__________________________________Theodore W right l.ysander, betrothed to Ilermia____________________________Erie Stapleton Demetrius, suitor t Hermia._____________________________Morris Lathem Quince, carpenter_________________________________________________Forsythe Gordy Bottom, weaver___________________________________________Douglass Win go Flute, bellows-mender___________________________________Tinsley 1 larrison Snug, joiner_____________________________________________—George Frey Starling, tailor____________________________________________________Robert Messer llyppolyta, betrothed of Theseus_____________________________________Laura Cousins I lermia__________________________________________________Hazel Newman Helena, once beloved by Demetrius----------------------------Selina Perry Oberon. King of the Paries____________________________________Rowen Oden Titania. Queen of the Paries---------------------------- Miriam Hostetler Puck, nr Robin Good ft How-----------------------------Elsie Sparrow Paries and attendants. n Why do we have athletics in High School? There is a reason; in fact, there are several. It is characteristic «� ! American youth to take things as they are and it is very probable that if asked why we have athletics in High School the majority of the students would hardly know how to answer. Let us reason just a bit. In the ancient days of Athens and Sparta men thought of nothing but the development of a great strong body. Then there came a time when men devoted themselves entirely to study and to the development of intellect. But now we have a greater and broader view of combining the two. A sound body plus a sound mind makes great efficiency, and efficiency is what the world is clamoring fur today. Perhaps you will say that some distinguished men did not have sound bodies and good health, but in answer we say that those men would have been more efficient if they had been the possessors of strong physiques. School is a preparation for life and not a place for merely learning a few set facts and formulas. In this broader view of school, athletics must be included to make the school life fill its mission. The great countries, with our own nation at the head of the list, arc recognizing the value of physical training. The Olympian games are a great step towards better athletics. The United States does not require every youth to serve four years in the army, but realizes that by making athletes, good citizens and soldiers are made. Remember when you think of the puny little muscles that your coat so fortunately hides, that there is a way to make them strong and vigorous. Do n t spurn athletics, ior when your education is complete you will need a body equal with the mind, for according to Browning. Nor soul helps flesh more than flesh helps soul. A SUCCESSFUL SEASON. It is with the greatest pride and pleasure and not without a sigh of relief that we look back on the successes of the passing season. It was a gloomy outlook for the athletic bugs at the seasons beginning. W ere the boys in school as good athletes as High bad seen in the past? Would Did High add any glory to her name in the coming season? were questions that were asked. In either case we now know the answer to be an emphatic yes. Coach and the boys are to he highly commended for the way they have “brought home the bacon. Football prospects at the season’s beginning were the darkest ever, but good coaching, hard practice and plenty of grit and determination turned 79 the tide and “Old High still stands first with another “prep championship added to the list. On the other hand basketball looked good from the start and coach turned out a team that wiped up the earth with everything in its path. As for track we have in our midst some of the fastest men that ever donned the spikes. Baseball is still under way and the indications arc that Old High” will be around the top when the season closes. In fact “Old High is still on top and will he as long as Coach Courlcux coaches and the boys show the grit and sand they have displayed in the past season. FOOTBALL. It was not an easy matter to keep Old High’s” prestige in the faatball world in the past season. With the rawest recruits as material Coach rounded out a real fighting machine of football. What the boys lacked in weight and experience, they made up in spirit. The team won the city, county high school and State “prep championships. The pigskin artists who made their B's are as follows: Lowntan, Latham. Gillcm, Wingo, Hall. Davis, W. Hall. H Raker- W- Baker. Chamblcc. Roach, McPhail, Boyd. Barker. Hogan Below is a list of the games played. B. H.S. o—Alumnio. B. H. S. 6—I Ioward Reserves o. B. H.S. o—Marion 20. B. H.S. 12—Pulliam 24. B. H. S. 0—Alabama Reserves 26. R. 11. S. 21—Ensley H. S. 7. B. H.S. 7—Blount H. S. o. B. H. S. 19—Pulliam 6. B. H.S. i )—Bessemer H. S. 14. BASKETBALL. Old High” wiped up the earth in basketball. The team bad a good start as most of last year’s varsity men were back on the job. The lads won the ( ity League championship with a 1.000 percentage and can lav a jus? claim to the State high school championship. There was onlv one defeat on High’s record and that by a score � f 22 to 23. The team'that handed «nis deieat was beaten by a doubled score in a previous game. The boys who received their B’s were Latham. Gillem. Lowman, Hogan, Jones. The following list of games shows the excellent record made. B. H. S. 26—Bessemer A. C. 1 . B. H.S.—30—B'ham College is. B. H.S. 25—V. M. C. A. ,5. B. H. S. 26—Principals 5. B. H.S. 20— Ensley H. S. 1 B. H.S. 35—B. R. L. I . Co. 10. R. H- S. Varsity 29—B. H. S. Subs. 16. I� . H.S. 28—Association Institute 19. B. H.S. 19—V. M. C. A. 14. B. H. S. 35—Pulliam 10. R H.S. 64—Columbiana H.S. 13. B. II. S. 22—Etowah County H. S. 9. B. H.S. 22—B’ham College 23. fO BASEBALL. The baseball season is not yet completed and we cannot say definitely just what High will do in that line. However, judging from the games played the outlook is not altogether dark. The team has played ten games, won seven, lost two and tied one. This is certainly not what would be called a bad record but with High's material we ought to have a i. xx percentage. For some reason there is not as much grit and go in the baseball team as there should be. Coach attributes this to the lack of an athletic field. Several of the boys have already cinched their B’s. These are. Jenkins, Myatt, Beasley, Stewart, Hilliard, O’Bryne, Harrell, Grant, Jones and Gillem. High opened the season with a defeat from Ensley. (O cruel fate thou hast dealt us an awful blow!) The game was played at Ensley and ended with the score 5 to 3. High did the heaviest hitting and the teamwork of the Ensley lads turned the tale. Stewart did the twirling and Jones the receiving. 1 he second game was dropped to Bessemer High bv a score of 7 to 4. The Bessemer lads simply had us out classed. Both teams hit well but High’s infield was on the blink. The battery was Stewart and Jones. In the next three games High hit her true stride and took three straights from I alladega. Talladega was not in High's class and the victories were easy. The first game was 9 to 7; Stewart and Jones; the second 2 to o; Harrell and Jones; the third 7 to 3, Jenkins and Jones. High’s next victims were the B'ham College Reserves. The game was a close call and both teams showed up well. The final score was 5 to 4. Battery was Harrell, Jenkins and Beasley. The team played the next two games at Leeds and won them both. The first was to to 7; Stewart and Beasley. The final score of the second was 5 to 2: Jenkins and Beasley. In the next game High gr t another whack at Ensley but the game ended in a tie 4 to 4. For ten innings the lads battled for supremacy but neither team was master of the other. The battery was Stewart and Beasley. ( 11 May 7 High tackled Bessemer with better success, winning a good game by a score of 7 to 3. The battery was Jenkins and Beasley. THE WASHINGTON-LEE TRACK MEET. It is interesting to know just how “Old High's” track men look to others and what they can do in big meets. High was honored by being asked to compete in the big interscholastic track meet held at Lexington. '• a., under the auspices of the Washington-Lee University. W e say honored, fur it was such. This meet was something big. in which record holders compete. Vivian Jones and Allen bowman were selected as High’s two best track men, and Junes proved that he was the best in the South in his line, bowman entered the 440-yard run and Jones the 440-yard and half-mile runs. In both the events in which he competed. Jones proved that he was master, not only of the meet, but of the South. He smashed these two records with ease and doubtless would have put the 220 up a 82 notcl) had the chance been given. Jones also holds three I . H. S. records, the 220. 440 and 880 yard runs. On the whole the boys made a most excellent showing and every loyal son of High should be proud of these knights of the spiked shoe. INTER-CLASS TRACK MEET. The inter-class track meet was held on May 8 in East Park. The seniors had a walk-away and almost tripled the score on their nearest rivals, the ambitious juniors. There were many surprises in the meet and this was one of them. Coach picked his team from the best contestants. Events. 100 Yards—Newman. Senior, first; Dorsky, Sophomore, second; Bite, Freshman, third. Time, 11 1-5 seconds. 220 Yards—Newman. Senior, first; Bite, Freshman, second: Hamrick, Sophomore, third. Time. 25 4-5 seconds. 440 Yards—Newman. Senior, first; Cooke. Senior, second; Chalifonx, Senior, third. Time, 63 seconds. 880 Yards—Graham, Freshman, first; Wingo, Senior, second; McCullough. Junior, third. Time. 2 min. 24 seconds. Mile—Graham, Freshman, first; Wingo, Senior, second; Roberts, Junior, third. Time, 5 min. 18 sec. Relay—Seniors, first; Juniors, second; Sophomore, third. Running Broad Jump—Davis. Junior, first; Cooke, Senior, second; Latham, Senior, third. Distance 18 feet. 4 inches. Running High Jump—Goodall, Junior, first; Downey, Senior, second; C'ozinc. Senior, third. Height, 5 ft. 4 in. Pole Vault—Baker, Sophomore, first; Grant, Senior, second; McCullough, Junior, third. Height, 8 ft.. 6 inches. Shot Put—McLemore, Senior, first; Latham, Senior, second: McMahcn, Junior, third. Distance. 33 ft., 6 in. Discus—McLemore, Senior, first; McMahcn, Junior, second; Latham. Senior, third. The final scores add up. Seniors 55, Juniors 20, Freshmen 14, Sophomores 10. 83 HIGH SCHOOL BASKET BALL TEAM BOARD OF EDITORS Percy Dug, Editor-in-Chief. “Punchcm Cooke. Typist. We back the Mirror. EDITORIALS. The time of parting has drawn near and it does not seem tilting that we should speak lightly at such a time, but 1 have this “stuff” to write, ami so you all may as well prepare for the worst. Next year you will have another joke editor, perhaps he will be better than I. lie can't be worse, so bear with me and I will end my career. DUG'S PARTING HINTS. Love may be blind, but the neighbors seldom are. The cure-ions are not necessarily good doctors. It would not be so bad to lose one’s temper if it did not always return. If the coat fits, put it on: but be sure it is yours. Life is not a hurdle race, so don’t jump at conclusions. If at first you don’t succeed, then take another guess. HEYDORN WAS A FRESH RAT. Miss Plaistcd: “Why did Hannibal cross the Alps? Applecheeked Heydorn (as a Soph): “For the same reason the hen crosses the road. You can't catch me on your old puzzles.” TAKE CARE. Tim Durrett (visiting court): “You have a pretty tough looking bunch of customers to deal with.” Judge: “Huh, they're the lawyers you are looking at. NOT ENOUGH TO SEE. “Well.” said the sad mother of a High School Senior, who is about to leave for college. “He has left us.” Father (who pays bills): Yes. but he hasn’t left us much. We hear that Deacon Bassett (in the Senior play) has a cane of antique make. Ft is said that it was hewn from one of Mr. Lawrence’s best mop handles. 85 LATIN. Miss I hornton: Give principal parts of do.” “Lefty Louie” Deaton: “Flour, lard and milk.” IN THE ORATORICAL CONTEST. Orator: “You need land reform, social reform, educational reform.” “Middle Acker: “You need chloroform.” NATURAL ABILITY. hstes Hargis, our ferocious clarinetist, is said to eat corn on the cob gracefully. limber Dirt”: “I’ve been trying all the evening to sav something to you.” Voung Lady: “Wasn’t it good-night?” HARDIN HACKED. “Speed” Newman: “Have you read ‘Freckles’?” Louise Cunningham (angrily): “I haven’t any freckles at all.” GET THE “PHULECHILLER.” Bertie Livingston: 1 can't find aeroplane in the dictionary.” “Dick” Coleman: “Look on the tty leaf.” BE CAREFUL. YE MUSIC LOVERS. First Senioress: “Lohengrin is lovely.” Second Senior: “I love Carmen.” At this point the conductor, a young rural lad, said blushingly, “I’m married, you might try the motorman.” CONCEIT OF “CUTIE.” “Kid Archibald” Bailey: “I saw your brother in the society circus. He is certainly handsome.” t utie Cobbs: Yes, some people can hardly tell us apart.” TRAGEDY. Directions: Take slowly or you will drown yourselves in tears. People with turned up noses should not read this. Villain on shore: “I’m goin’ to kill you when you get out.” Man in river: “Pee! He! 1 ain’t coinin’ out. I’m committin’ suicide.” (Sinks with a bubbling grin). PROPHECY. Kind Lady (in 1925): Poor man, how did it happen that you took up the profession of safe blower?” No. 6677: “I learned to open my locker when I left my key at home, 'idle rest was easy.” AN EVIDENT REASON. Mr. Certain: “Why is it that I never find you studying when I come into the room?” “Blackie” McLemore: “’Cause you wear rubber heels.” NAY. NAY. PAULINE. Mr. Chase: Were there two Peters the Great?” “Horse” Smith: I guess so. they sav history always re-Petes itself ’ “ESCORTICET” “Gu -'t Robinson: Oh. don’t trouble to see me to the door.” Pat tli Piers: No trouble at all. dear; it’s a pleasure.” 86 AND “PEANUTS” IS A BUTCHER. Miss Plaisted: “Where is Bologna? “Peanuts” Herman: In the meat market.” CATCH THAT GUY. “Strawberry” Sparkman: “What period does Amos take g}m’r” “Coach”: “Amos who?” “Strawberry”: A mosquito.” IN MATH. Margaret Alexander: “Let X equal the rate of current in still water. “Bill” Barrow: “If we didn’t get that problem, do von want us to hand it in?” A BUSINESS PROJECT. Jim Downey recently made 55 on a chemistry test, lie went to Mr. McGlathery with the following plea: “Here’s a dime, make it 65.’ REMARKS ON THE MEXICAN SITUATION. Homer Russell. “Red” Kelley, Joe Clancy and Roy Reach arc going to Mexico. “Chink” Burney: I hope them ‘Greasers’ can shoot straight.” “Peanuts” Herman: “Is fish good brain food? “Ham Hamilton: “Sure.” “Peanuts”: “You ought to eat a whale.” 87 Chips From Other Blocks. MAN. At ten. a child; at twenty, wild; At thirty, tame, if ever; At forty, wise; at fifty, rich; At sixty, good or never. Dont’s judge a Senior by his chest measure; his lungs may be full of hot air. Question—“Why is a woman's mind so much younger and fresher than a man’s?” Answer—“She changes it more often.” LONGFELLOW REVISED. Tests are long and time is fleeting, And our thoughts they come so slow That tlie clock ticks are but beating Funeral marches to zero. She—“Do you like tea?” He—“Yes. but I like the next letter best.” I SHOULD WORRY. Like a pillow and slip away. I .ike the moon and get full. Like a rug and get walked on. Like a chair and get sat on. Like a pool table and get all balled up. Like a rabbit and lose my hair. Like a barber pole and wear stripes. Like a mandolin and get picked on. Like a comb and lose a tooth. Like a fish and get the hook. Like a violin and have a beau. Like a peach and get canned. Like a lace curtain and get stretched. Like a policeman and beat it. I.ike a shoe and get a lacing. 88 I -ike a newspaper and get read all over. Like a frog and croak. Like an orange and Ret skinned. Like a gun and get loaded. Like a bottle and break my neck. Like a lemon and get squeezed. Like a well and be pumped. Like a bird and lose a bill. Like a gum drop and get chewed. Like an echo and repeat things. I know a girl who accepts rings from men she never saw. She has to—she’s a telephone girl.’' I'—ierce lessons. L—ate hours. I' —nexpected company. N—ot prepared. K—icked out. 89 ---a Semor Depart me � ? MOTTO: Superenda omnii fortuna ferendo est. All fortune It to be overcome by enduring. COLORS: PINK AND WHITE FLOWER: SWEET PEAS OFFICERS Douglass Percy Wingo Annie Lytton Lowman Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary . Robert Elmore McAdory Thomas Turner McLemore Bessie Ehrlich . Eunice Hazel Newman Edward Morris Latham William Timothy Durrett Lucile Batterton Swift ... Irene Matilda Waldhorst Henry Estes Hargis Vocalist Lillie Goldstein 90 DOUGLASS PERCY WINGO President More Is thy due than more than all can pay. ANNIE LYTTON LOWMAN Vice-President Her eyes are darker than the darkest pansies. Her hair more dark than ashbuds In the front of March. ROBERT ELMORE M’ADORY Recording Secretary See that noble and most sovereign reason. MAE TROTT Corresponding Secretary You have taught us to love you. 91 THOMAS TURNER M’LEMORE Treasurer. You'd have known him by the merriment that sparkled In his eye. EDWARD MORRIS LATHAM Orator Though modest, on his unembarrassed brow Nature has written, gentleman. 92 LUCILE BATTERTON SWIFT Essayist To doubt her fairness were to want an eye: To doubt her pureness were to want a heart. WILLIAM TIMOTHY OURRETT Statistician His ever present gaiety and wit is a mask for his more serious nature. IRENE WALOHORST Poet Poets are those who feel great truths and tell them. KATHLEEN MEADOW Pianist When you do play, the angels bend a little nearer earth to harken to thy melody. 93 LILLIE GOLDSTEIN Vocalist Thy liquid notes were made to melt men's hearts. HENRY ESTES HARGIS Clarinetist Earth ha gained by him one man the more. STEADHAM ACKER A sense of humor is the Qlft of the gods. MARY ASHTON She la like a sunbeam and you feel the better for having known her. 94 WILLIAM BARROW Who mixed reason with pleasure and wisdom with mirth. MAMIE COLE BARRETT Her face so lovely, And so arch, so full of mirth. The overflowings of an Innocent heart. 95 GLADYS BELL A faultless body and a blameless mind. EMMETT HAROLD BEASLEY His looks drew audience and attention, A veritable gannymede he seemed. JESSIE EDNA BILBREY Is not her mind a gentle mind. Is not her heart a heart refined? HELEN DUDLEY BISHOP She was like a summer rose, making everything happy around her. 96 MARY PERRY BOWERS Thy face is the index of a feeling mind. 97 MABEL BURKE The happiest, gayest, Jolllest, little thin j I ever knew. EMMA CARR Where could be found face daintier? RICHARD NELSON COLEMAN I weigh the man, not hls title. EVA CLANCEY She should never have looked at me If she had not meant that I should love her. 98 ELWYN COBBS Here’s a brave fellow, a man of pluck. SADIE RANDOLPH CLARKE. Her sprightly form and cheery face Made sunshine In a shady place. 99 PATTIE UNDINE CHILDERS I do but sing because I must. To express my overflowing Joy. HORACE LINDSAY COOKE Born for success, he seemed. With grace to win and heart to hold. LAURA ALICE COUSINS She was happy and made others happy. JACK COZINE A man, the mirror of all courtesy, pos sessed of splendid talents. 100 OORFA COX With hair like sun-gilt rlpp'es on the yellow bed of a brook. MARGARET JOSEPHINE BRADSHAW To do the thing she willed and bore It through. For where she fixed her heart, she set her hand. WILLIAM V.ERNON DAY Her eyes an outdoor sign of all the warmth within. MARY AUGUSTA DEARBORN She was of a sweet and Jolly disposition, and always ready for fun. 101 ANDREW DILLON Here bids the promise of wondrous worth. LOUIS DEATON Vou are true and sweet Beyond mine old belief In womanhood. JAMES DOWNEY He lc the happy man. whose life even now shows somewhat of the happier life to come. EMMA MAUD DENNIS She has a smile for every Joy, a tear for every sorrow, an excuse for every fault, an encouragement for every hope. 102 DANIEL EDWARD DUGGER. JR. Thou art merry, and merrier than the word. ANITA EUSTIS A merry heart doeth good like med’clne. VILDRED ALLISON FAHEY 103 Sweet and unassuming, she. LULA FELDER 1 loved thee for that clear deep lovingness. Retting within thy tender, brooding eyes. BURDETTE GARRISON Nature might stand up and say to all the world, This Is a man. MARGARET SEABROOK GADSDEN No wind moved willow by a brook had ever such a grace. WILLIE LOUISE GOING Her blond hair, what a mass It was, and S',ft and fine as silk. 104 DOROTHY VARDEN GOLDMAN In her black eyes' sparkling spell. Mystery and mischief dwell. MARGARET AILEENE GRIFFITH Beauty Is Its own excuse for being. CORDELIA COMBS HARRELL Her pleasant smile and thoughtful, kindly ways Wi'l live In our memories all our days. 05 LEWIS MOLTRA HAMMACK As true as the needle to the pole. JOSEPH C. HARRELL He Is a man of sense who does not grieve fcr what he has not. but re!oices In whnt he has. MABEL GRACE HIGHT As pure as morning dew distilled In flowers. LAWRENCE ERSKINE HANDLEY Worth, courage, honor—these Indeed your sustenance and birthright are. KATHERINE MARIE HOULDEN Teach us how divine a thing a woman can be made. 106 EWING HULSEY And lightly was her slender nose tip-tilted like the petal of a flower. JESSIE INGRAM Fair tresses man's Imperial race ensnare. 107 LILLA MAE IRWIN The wild-rose blossoming by the brook Is not more modest or more sweet. I LA MAE JENNINGS So patient and peaceful, so loyal and true. ELLA MAE JENKINS Her strength of personality commanded the respect and love of all. DELIA PAGE JOHNSTON You have deserved highest commendation, true applause and love. 108 CARRO-MAY KEAN She hath wit. without desire to make known how much she hath. MARGARET LOUISE LASSETER Of nature’ Qlfts, thou may' t with lilies vie. ROBERTA ADRIENNE LIVINGSTON Modesty and sweetness of nature combined. 109 J. ALLEN LOWMAN Great of heart, magnanimous, courageous. RACHEL TROY LONDON Of Independent nature, frank, sincere. MAY SUE LYONS Her happy laugh and cheerful manner frighten all sorts of weather. ARA TOMMIE M’CAY So unaffected, so composed a mind. So strong, yet so refined. 110 FOREST WHITLOCK M’MEANS I have a heart with room for every Joy. for every Jest. JESSIE ELIZABETH MACON She. with all the charm of woman. She. with all the bread of man. ROY MANLY A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour’s talk withal. v LOUISE MILDRED NALL Kind, her eyes, and Innocent, And all her bearing gracious. Ill HENRY HARDIN NEWMAN A sunny disposition Is more valuable than gold. HELEN NEILL As pure as .1 pearl. And as perfect, a noble. Innocent girl. MARY CATHERINE OWENS We love thee for thy wealth of womanhood. FLORENCE PARKER Violets transformed to eyes, Enshrined a soul within their blue. 112 LULA M-OONALD PATTERSON She that wa ever fair and never proud. SELINA WATKINS PERRY Beneath her merry laughter is hidden a strong, sweet nature that cloaks itself In Jest and fun. BERNICE GERTRUDE PHILLIPS Thou art fairer than the evening a r Clad In the beauty of a thousand stars. BESSIE PAULINE QUIRK A face with gladness overspread Soft smiles by human kindness bred. il? DOROTHY RAND Thy spirit. Independence, let me share. ARTHUR THOMAS RAIFORD He Is a gentleman on whom to build your greatest trust. A FANNIE MAE RIDDLE sunny temper gilds the blackest clouds. edges of life's LADY GRACE ROBINSON Thoughtless of beauty, she was beauty's self. 114 KATHARINE ROSS B ee . with that charm, the certainty to plcsse. HERBERT ROBINSON He shows his nobe mind by firm words and resolite deeds. LILLIAN LOUISE ROTHOLZ A woman's crowning glory is her na'r. LEILA ELIZABETH ROBINSON Her sweet smile and unassuming way Won for her many a happy day. 115 PEARL SELF Such constancy, such worthy dignity. MABEL ADELLE STEINMEHL A simple-hearted maiden, pure and true. JESSE SMITH A gentleman Is the highest product of civilization. 117 VERA ELIZABETH THOMAS Other lives will be brightened by your face, as ours have been. 118 ESTHER VAIL She Is as constant as the stars that never vary. EDYTHE WALKER WEAVER She found It Impossible to keep body and tongue still at the same time. INEZ NAOMI WILLIAMS O woman, thou wert fashioned to beguile. So have all sages said, all poets sung. PATTI E UNDINE CHILDERS I do but sing because I must. To express my overflowing Joy. 119 GUY HOWARD WILSON The front of Jove hlmse f. An eye like Mara to threaten and com mand. BIDOLE WILKINSON WORTHINGTON Here’s a man of pluck, who’s not afraid to a ay his say. Though a whole town’s against him. TILLIE WOOD A woman's heart, a woman’s soul, Are greater valued than purest gold. 120 The Way Before Us CLASSMATES, four years ago, we entered this institution. We knew a very important part of the Highway of Life lay before us. It was a part of the road which had been prepared for us and yet the beaten track was not entirely void of difficulties. W e have at least passed over these four important years. The completion of this part of our journey brings us to a cross-roads on the Highway of Life Thus we see that this is a day of decision. On this day our ranks are much thinner than they were when we began the journey through school life. Some have been fatigued and have dropped by the wayside, some have been unable to keep the pace set by their fellow travelers and a few have fallen by the hand of the relentless Reaper. Let ns hope that all of those who have left the main road will complete their lives in the happiness that we have the opportunity of gaining. Lying before us are two routes. One of these is a winding ascent along which one secs life in various phases, and comes in contact with other travelers under conditions which exist along no other road. The second way we have the privilege of choosing is a very straight thoroughfare which leads directly into the realm of business, along which the travelers jostle one another in competitive strife. Each road has its smooth stretches and its sand-beds. The choice usually depends on individual taste or compelling circumstance. If one wishes to continue his journey as a doctor, lawyer or clergyman ,he naturally follows the steep path of higher education. On the other hand, those who wish to he bankers, merchants or salesmen have that spirit of competition which leads them into the strife of the latter road. Let us not be attracted by the beauty or tempting downward slope of any road: but rather let us choose the way along which we will be able to do the most good. Let each of us go forth under the standard of service. If we do so. we will have the most important quality of a good traveler; for the best traveler is the one who contributes most to his fcllowman. He who gets the most out of life is the one who puts most into it. We can serve others by the example we set them, for in the words of Ulysses, “We are a part of all we have met.” We cannot all achieve fame, but we can all be neighborly in deed and unselfish ir. spirit. Those are the ideas that we shall cherish in the future. As the hour of separation draws near, we recall that a crossroads is but a parting of the ways. During the remainder of our journey we will make new friends. Let us each hope that they will not take the places of our classmates. In sincerity, I wish to express my friendship for all of you and my earnest hope that you will be true to the class of Fourteen and above all to your Alma Mater. DOUGLASS P. WINGO. 121 F are well EAR Fellow Classmates: I wonder if one could take a peep into your very hearts today what would he found there. Judging from my own there would he a jumble of hopes, bright and joyous, small ambitions bubbling up, vain longings for the past creeping in unawares. Rut. of course, the joys and bright hopes take first place, for was there ever a graduation without joy and sunshine? Ah! how beautiful the world seems! How important is every creature, especially he who wears the black cap and gown of knowledge. We believe the world’s a stage and we also believe we’re an all-star cast. I think Gareth must have felt something as we do when first he stood facing the plains of Camelot. He was eager to be one with the world. There was joy in his heart and all the world seemed beautiful. Although Gareth's journey was an adventurous one. and there was difficulty after difficulty, he never lost ♦ hat wonderful love of living. So let us not lose our vision of the plains of service; let us not become wearied, but let us keep young Gareth’s motto for our own, “Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the king—else wherefore born?” 1 think the friendship we have formed in our High School years is one of the most important factors of our whole school life; a beautiful spirit of kindliness and friendliness it is. The girls who have been our best friends have given to us something that all the years to come cannot take away; their comradeship has made us stronger; their joys have been our joys; their sorrows our sorrows. And the boys that have been so true in times of trouble, so loyal in times of victory. Do you think we could ever forget them? In the days to come when we have won names for ourselves, we will think sometimes of the old days, as did Holmes when he said. “Come, dear old comrade, you and I will steal an hour from days gone by.” Little deeds of kindness last through the years. Wc arc drawn together in the bond of friendship. What could we do without our friends? What could we do without each other? It takes each one of us. even unto the least, to make our Senior class. In the future wc may be separated and scattered, but never can we forget the days, the good old days, wc worked together in High School. And now we must part, dear friends, never again shall we roam the old halls. Never again shall the library buzz with our voices. No more shall the charm of “Come back after school” blast our ears. Can it be true that wc shall not again be Seniors? It is true that wc shall no more enjoy these privileges, but there will be happy class reunions when we can gather from far and near to tell of the incidents, joys, troubles and victories of High School. 122 As we go on our different missions the separation will not be so sad, if we keep up with one another. When we have joy. when we have sorrow, why not tell it to tlie friends who were always interested in us? The law of life is growth. The little sea animal, who each year makes a dwelling better than the last, gives us one of the most beautiful lessons of growth. Shall we, fashioned after the great Creator himself, not be so progressive as the ‘‘Chambered Nautilus? ’ May each member of the class feel the inspiration to say: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul. As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple nobler than the last. Shut thee from Heaven with a dome more vast. Till thoit at length art free. Leaving thine outgrown shell bv life's unresting sea.” MAE TROTT. 14. Corresponding Sccretaiy. 12.1 Prophecy HE PLAY that I shall read for you today is one of real life, present and future. The characters presented arc the members of the Senior class. The first act takes place here on the rostrum, where we each have our role. In my prophetic vision, I see the second act fifteen years later when the works of modern playwrights are at their height. “ ’Usher, arc these our seats? Thank you.’ They certainly are comfortable and such a perfect view of the stage. Oh! It is becoming miserably hot, I wish the play would begin. What wonderful music—it sounds like a symphony orchestra. Look! Margaret Bradshaw is the leader. I am sure that is Allen bowman playing the slide trombone and Morris Latham the bass horn. Sh-h-h the curtain is rising (raising opera glasses) I wonder if all these arc noted actors, some look so familiar (looking more closely). Why, I am sure that I've seen all of them before. Such an enormous cast! The program says that the play is written by William Barrow; my interest increases. What gorgeous costumes and scenery, designed by Sadie Clarke and made by the Might, Kiddle and Stephenson Dressmaking Establishment. Helmich Haberdashery Company and the Fahey Millinery House, with the scenery painted by Biddle Worthington! My pride in knowing these people is growing so fast. I feel real dizzy. The scenery is very effective! I read on the program that London and Terrell shows will play here at an early date. Report has it that London and Terrell arc wonderful managers. The Lilliputians. Irene Wald-horst. Louise Going, Mabel Burke. Kathleen Meadow. Vera Thomas and Nellie Smith are members of their company. Pearl Self, from Brobdingnag, is advance agent, and her advertising feats arc almost as great as those of the little trapeze actor. Elwyn Cobbs. The vaudeville star. Emma Carr, and her partner. Lindsay Cooke, the great Olympic athlete, are to be here soon. Can I believe my eyes? There is Estes Hargis in the orchestra playing the clarinet. 1 must now give my attention to the stage. “The first scene is laid in Laura Cousin’s fashionable school in London, where Delia Johnston is matron and Lucile Swift, Dean; English is taught by Professor Jesse Smith, and Latin by Bessie Quirk, who is much interested in her pupils, Tillie Wood is scientific gardener and digs roots far from the Latin field. Each morning chapel exercises are conducted by Henry Simpson; and twice a week Jessie Ingram lectures on Golden Opportunities. A very noted personage in connection with the school is the engineer, Tim Durrctt, who is devising a plan to smooth the difficulties of higher education. He is ablv assisted by Margaret Lasscter, who has found an antidote for resisting love. Herbert Robinson is trying to intro- 124 duce into the course of study his work on the Harmony of Discord. The school strongly believes in the pure food laws, for they do not obtain their groceries from the crowded city, but from Andrew Dillon’s country store. Hardin Newman is teaching home decoration—everyone is interested; they are busy preparing for a reception. The chief artist is Dorothy Goldman; the bon-bons have been ordered from Raiford Confectionery Company. Entertainment is to be furnished by four noted actresses, Edythe Weaver, Augusta Dearborn, Annie Lowman and Hazel Newman. As a relief from these serious sketches, amusement will be afforded by James Downey, the famous comedian. See the guests arc beginning to arrive. There are people of every profession. Now they are getting into groups, I must listen to what they arc saying. What is this? Louie Deaton is telling about her wonderful complexion cream and asking Catherine Owens the kind of hair restorer she uses. Helen Neill, the great social worker, is relating how she sent Roberta Livingston and Louise Nall, the great trained nurses, to Africa to train sonic of the wild animals so that they might be brought back alive to be placed in the zoo lately started by Bernice Phillips and Aileen Jordan. Just look at Eva Clancy, the lady of leisure, sulking while Margaret Gadsden bores her to death with her talcs of the Mexican war. Mary Bowers is enthusiastic over what an easy time she and Gladys Bell had converting the savages, for Lillie Goldstein charmed them with her wonderful voice. Hear Pattie Childers congratulating Katherine Ross, the good fairy of the Fast Side, upon her being single, and reciting woeful talcs of having a French husband, who understands not a word of her curtain lectures. Listen how vigorously Frances Bailey is advocating the new dances to the Evangelist Carro-Mae Keen. The affair is so elaborate that the stenographers, Mary Ashton and Jessie Bilbrey. are writing a report for the editor, Jessie Burbage. T wonder who is managing this play. Maybe the program tells. Why, llal Beasley! Now they’re going to have an interlude. It is to be in the form of classical dances and motion pictures. W hat marvelous grace the dancers display : they are second Terpsichores (gazing steadily at dancers). Why, they are none other than Lilia Mae Irwin and Georgia Coffman. The moving picture shows a great campaign parade, which the noted aviator Jack Cozine came from Europe to sec. They are passing Esther Vail’s great department store. Look at the signs, ‘Hurrah! for McAdory. our next president.’ Other views are the McAdory headquarters, under the management of Turner McLemore. On the corner are the famous lobbyists, Lula Felder and Emma Dennis. Bertram Smith is the suffragettes’ standard bearer, who are running Richard Coleman for senator. Dorfa Cox, strongly upheld by Mabel Steinmehl. is going to give a rally. See the fast gathering crowd is stopped by the chief of police, Elizabeth Booth, and her two lieutenants, Ella Mac Jenkins and Florence Parker. My eyes arc dim from that picture. “The curtain now rises on the second scene, which is laid in Dorothy Rand's home at Nova Scotia, where she is entertaining for the Washington belles, Anita F.ustis and Leila Robinson, the niece of Guy Wilson, the multimillionaire. Roy Manly, the president’s private secretary, is much amused at Ewing Hulsey telling Lula Patterson, the great orator, what a hard time she had to find someone to cook for. Sec Louise Cunningham, 125 the artist's model, laugh at Douglass Wingo. the dancing instructor, giving Edward Dugger, the awkward lawyer, a last warning to count three before he dips. Oh! what a funny monologist! lie is reciting current events. What’s that lie says? Mae Trott has built a wonderful museum, where all the masterpieces of art and literature of the Birmingham High School arc placed. From Paris, where Burdette Garrison has been posing for a sculptor, some rare statues have been sent. Lawrence Handleys marvelous specimens of butterflies arc the wonders of the age; they are constantly guarded by Katherine Iloulden and 11a Jennings. On entering the museum, the guides. Edna Suttle and Eva Dobbins, show you around and explain everything. For entertainment you are led to the music room where Margaret Griffith plays the grafanola. Selina Perry's private office is also in the museum, for she is considered a world's wonder as the discoverer of perpetual motion—for she hasn’t stopped talking since she left High School. One of the factors of education is the Starnes Lyceum Course, of which the leading features are Jessie Macon, cartoonist and humorist. Mamie Barrett. reader, and Paul Lee Towles, who tells the biography of her own eventful life and how she has won debates. Two of the most talked-of members of our class are Cordelia Harrell and Ara McKay, who are traveling around the world compiling material for a history. es! experience certainly is a good teacher. Those poor children. Helen Bishop, Mae Sue Lyons, Forrest McMeans. Louis Hammack and Vernon Day, suffered much during their childhood on account of the color of their hair: and how as a comfort to the school children, they have organized a society for the prevention of cruelty to the few who are blessed with red hair. Oh! how pleasant it must be to go to school now. On account of the accuracy of Lillian Rotholz. the head of the weather bureau, the pupils always know whether it will rain or not. They do not have to worry about getting up the the next morning, for Grace Robinson’s wonderful invention of an alarm clork that will pull one out of bed, has come into use. All they have to do after being pulled out of bed. is to get into Inez il-liams and Minnie Atkins’ self-dressing armchair and they are ready for school. There is no such thing as running after cars, for Gambetta Hey-dorn, president of the street railway, has placed a car before every pupil’s home. Then after arriving at school they are not disturbed from their deep concentration by the loud chug-clmg of automobiles, for Louise Clarke has taught chauffeurs how to drive more quietly in passing the High School. When the long, weary school term is over they may go to the seashore, where Stcadham Acker has built the camp of the Midnight Sons, a rest-cure for the tired and weary—'Usher, will you show me to the stage entrance?’ ” BESSIE EHRLICH. ’14- Prophet. HIGH SCHOOL TRACK TEAM Nature As We See It Through the Poets HE POETRY of earth is never dead. From the beginning of time nature has been worshiped through some medium. The early Greeks accepted it as their god. I hey gave the sun. the sea. the wind a personality of their own. but they did not live in close sympathy with nature. Plato's treatment of nature is merely descriptive. He describes nature as he sees it. not as he knows it, loves it or feels it. He paints pictures in words, clear and concise which he uses merely as a background for his thought. In his Phacdrus, he says, “Well, really this is a glorious resting place. For the plane tree I find is thick and spreading as well as tall, and the size and shadiness of the angus castus here is very beautiful and being at the height of its flower it must render our retreat most fragrant. At the time of Virgil, forms of nature were still being worshipped as deities, hut not so much as the (Ireeks, for the Romans were fast becoming more and more advanced in their ideas. 1 hough many of irgil s descriptions of nature are borrowed from the Greeks, they have more of tlie human touch and tenderness of feeling showing that Virgil had a temperament that could really feel and appreciate the beauties of nature. Virgil keeps his pictures true to nature, as A fiery rent burst by the trembling thunder clap runs with a gleaming flash among the clouds. He gives us beautiful pictures of the sea though lie seldom gives them any color. The sea is calm, the light whispering breeze lures us to the deep. But usually he gives the idea of the terrible and the hostile when he speaks of the sea. as “The tempests have fallen upon the sea: from the uttermost depths, they stir up the whole ocean. Virgil describes all nature in harmony with man. In strange contrast to the beautiful picturing of the Greeks do we find the weird gruesomeness of the early Anglo-Saxons. I hey fear nature. 1 he nature in Beowulf is wild. All the dark recesses are filled with fcarfu monsters. “Land inaccessible, wind-beaten nesses Fearfullcst feu deeps where flood from the mountains 'Neath mists of the nesses netherward rattles The stream under earth. The very atmosphere is misty, shadowy, weird and impenetrable. Even their war-like spirit enters in their description of nature making it more gruesome, as “The flood of tile mountain was teeming with war blood. I.ove of the sea is manifest through the poem. Their conception of nature 128 was that of a primitive war-like people showing not the beauty but the loneliness and wildness of nature. The first of the Anglo-Saxons who really worshipped and reverenced nature was Chaucer. He was never so happy as when lie was buried in his books, but the love of nature in him was even stronger. His poems often begin with the Mav-morning sentiment: May, with thy flowers and thy green. Right welcome be thou, fair, fresh May.” or with April, who is really the herald of May. Chaucer calls the lily the symbol of the blessed virgin and has the daisy to spring from the tears of a forlorn damsel. His love of nature, which is frank and free, animated him and seems to be a part of himself. Nature was Chaucer's chief joy and solace. The poetry of Scotland was remarkable for showing, at so early an age. the genuine love and feeling of nature. Outside of the pages of Shakespeare, the real love of the natural scenery is not shown until the Romantic movement. Before this time, all references to nature were conventional and borrowed but the Romantic poets, Wordsworth and Byron, developed the love for wild scenery and described nature as they saw it and knew it, making their descriptions true to life. Wordsworth was the world's most deep and penetrative poet of nature. He feels that nature has a soul that can feel, love and enjoy. “And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.” W ordsworth loved and communed with nature as he would a human being. He says to the Daisy: “Sweet Daisy! If I talk to thee For thou art worthy.” hi his love for nature, Wordsworth studied her and wrote some beautiful descriptions, but he looked beyond the outline and color to the spirit within the flower. As it is said, he communed with “Nature’s self, which is the breath of God,” for she appealed to his heart and aroused his deepest and noblest feelings. Although the early American felt the call of nature, it was rarely interpreted through verse in the early part of our American literature. But Drake shows us nature which has a charm of its own in his “Culprit Fay,” beginning: Tis the middle of watch of a summer’s night The earth is dark and the heavens are bright. Naught is seen in the vault on high But the moon and the stars and the cloudless sky, And the flood which rolls its milky hue, A river of light on the wclkcn blue. 129 In its airv, fairy gracefulness, it can take one in his imagination to a mystic fairyland lie brings out the artistic beauty of nature with its erquisite coloring and rare scenic effects. To the idea of (iod manifest in the soul of man has been added the idea of God manifest in the soul of nature. John Burroughs, the true American lover of nature, through his close companionship with nature and his works on nature helps to bring us in closer sympathy with our Wild Neighbors and the joys of out-of-doors. For the world is too much with us of late and little we see in nature that is ours. Bliss Carman writes of nature with a pleasing fancy. Though it is said his poems are beautiful, they arc more like the hud than the real flower. But Madison Cawcin. the nature poet-painter of Kentucky, has the atmosphere of the old classical nature reverence which is now so nearly obliterated. Me says all wild flowers answer to their names and the elves and the great silver moon moths know his voice. He says of Dawn: Dawn like a hallelujah, storms the sky. And; The earth in adoration seems to kneel And worshipping feel. The awe and wonder that the heaven 'o reveal. Let us then with these interpreters and lovers of the beauties of the Master Painter Live close to nature and keep our souls alive. LUCILE SWIFT, Essayist. 1.0) Sworn Statistics of the Graduating Class of 1914 jCT ELLOW STUDENTS: You feel indeed honored that 1 have been “pickled out this evening to address you this morning. As I stand ________________before yon this morning my thoughts go back to the good ■-------------old days of 187b. In those days the High School could not boast of 1,342 students. It consisted of only two. Robert Hanby and Allen Low man. As I look back upon the statisticians that have gone before me I find that they have said that they were sorry to leave this dear old school. But. fellow classmates. 1 will be honest with you. I am glad to leave. Tonight will be the last time these stately walls will ever hear the resounding echoes of my retreating footsteps. Never again will I attend a “matinee.” worry over a chemistry test, or talk to the blushing maidens. These sufferings are over. And like a convict that has just finished a life Sentence. I leave this school never to return again. Don’t weep. I was only joking. As soon as 1 was elected Statistician I began making inquiries as to 'what 1 had become. No person knew, so I turned to books fur information. In this search 1 have read 97 dictionaries. 21 encyclopediae. 3 “singing books, 103 newspapers. Bv the aid of the information secured I have been able to compile the following definition: “A Statistician is a conglomera- tion or amalgamation that appears to the retina of the human optical as a stereoptica! stenographical ignorantly educated cerebrum depository, which Entomologist's term the compiler of facts pertaining to the predicament of the people, their economy, properties and resources. I shall not talk of the resources for our appearance bespeaks their absence. But 1 will indulge in a lengthy discussion of our properties. For convenience, let us liken this graduating class to one large family. There are 118 children. One-sixth are human, the rest are only girls. The total weight of this family is 14,696 pounds, the weight of the average member is 124 i-2 pounds. Morris Latham is the heaviest in the family (I guess that’s why he was elected orator). Miss Kathleen Meadows has the least avoirdupois. If this entire family were put upon a balance it would counterbalance a weight 13 pounds heavier than the earth. Forty-six children have brown hair: 36 black, 32 blond, and 6 are redheaded. There are no bald-headed people in our family. If this hair were made into one large rug. it would rival the splendor of an Oriental Mosque. It would outshine the rainbow. In fact, the colors would he so dazzling that only the blind could see them. Of the total number of eyes in our family there are 78 brown. 22 hazel. 88 blue. 43 gray. 2 black. 2 green and 32 gins-. If all our eyes were united 131 and made into one large eye. the said eye would be able to see pins at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico or better still, it could see what is going to happen fifty years from now. Sometimes while we are playing we stand on each other’s shoulders. When we do, we form a pinnacle 7,776 inches high. Sometimes the top man blows out all the stars. Then the man in the moon smites the offender with a moonbeam. This usually knocks him off and sometimes he falls so far that it costs $1.50 to send him a postal card. “Shorty Low man, our tallest brother, is 74.5 inches tall. Two of our sisters, Louise Going and Mabel Burke, are the shortest pupils in the school. They are only five feet short. In our class we have twins, Catherine Owens and Lindsay Co ke. They are the oldest in the family. Bessie Khrlich is our baby sister. She is the prettiest baby in town. If I live as many years as the total number of years lived by the rest of our family. I will he 2.150 years old. ()ur average age. excluding our sister Irene, is 17.96 years. Everybody but Turner McLcmore has to study two hours every night. George Frey, the noted educator says: “Some are born ignorant, some achieve ignorance, and some have ignorance thrust upon them ’ Some pupils have been affected by all three. Since September, 1909, we have studied 177,120 hours. Everyone in our family is a good sleeper. We have slept 1.401.600 hours in the past four years. The total would have been 1,401,712. hut Helen Bishop and a few other friends went to Tuscaloosa. And once Forrest Mc-Means spent the night with Steadham Acker. Our chief source of amusement is picture shows. We go to 20 shows every day. We have been to 19.370 shows since we began our journey through this school, and have wasted $968.50 on them. At the outset this seems a tremendous extravagance. But when you consider the fact that we are making $5.00 per day it is not so bad. We now have $432,000 coming to us. When we collect this money we are going to build a High School where the pupils will be passed on an average of 10 or more, and we are going to give each pupil 75 for coming to class. Moreover we are going to serve free lunches three times a day. After we do this we will have enough money left t take us to East I akc and buy 842.3 rides on the merry-go-round. Now, fellow classmates, 1 guess you have noticed the fact that there are no Joneses in our family. The family that lives at 1913 Graduation Avenue is just full of them. But we are relieved of the pests. The other night we were sitting at the table and Eleanor said: If there wa« a class meeting in 229. would Douglass W in-go? Allison answered. “Fannie Mae Trott, but Louise (is) Going Swift. How long has Katherine (been) Houldin(g) Mac Suc(’s) Lyons?” Then McAdory replied: It is a Cunning-ham that never gets cut.” Since we have been in the High School we have had. a Vail to wear, a Weaver to weave for us, a Meadow to walk in, a Riddle to answer, a Bishop to listen to, W'ood to cook with, a Hammock to swing in, a Day to study by, a Garrison to defend us, a Bell to ring, a London to look at, and a King to rule over us. In our family you can find such great men as Burke. Clark, 132 Phillips. Perry, Stevenson. Jennings. Owens, Irving. Wilson and. greatest of all. Cobb. Seriously, fellow classmates, as I close I feel a strange tearing at my heart and I am sure you feel the same. We are about to part from pleasant comrades, and beloved teachers. The past four years have been the happiest of our lives. We might compare our life during these years to a ship leaving a harbor. In the journey down the harbor some have ridden triumphantly on the mast-heads. Some have been below in the cabin. Still others have had the misfortune to fall overboard. But most of us have reached the mouth of the harbor and are eagerly looking out upon the ocean. We are leaving the harbor now. One by one the tugs are leaving us. Soon we will he alone on our way across the uncertain “sea of life.” In our cargo we will carry the sweetest memories and dearest thoughts of our childhood days. We take with us love for our principal and teachers, and a lasting portrait of the B. II. S. We may never return again. But our wireless station will he kept busy sending hack thanks for the preparation and training we have received. WILLIAM TIMOTHY DURRETT. Statistician .u HIGH SCHOOL BASEBALL TEAM History ESOLVED: 'That the time-honored saying that history repeats itself is false in the ease of the class of 1914- Let it here he known that every effort has been exerted to secure material on this subject, teachers’ records examined. pupils’ reports reviewed and personal acquaintances of the class interviewed. From these sources 1 hope 1 have compiled a document that may be used as a text book for History 8 instead of Hart s Conicmparies ’ In dealing with this subject three important points are to be considered, hirst, that no class has had or ever will have such preparation to meet the exigencies of life as we have. Xo one in the class realizes, i am sure, what excellent preparation he had for entering each of the schools he has entered, but. nevertheless, he has acquired, in his training just what he needed. W e were prepared for the kindergarten by our mothers, who started us out upon school life with fond hopes that each of us would some day become President of the United States, but their fond hopes will 1)0 blasted. I am sorry t � say. In kindergarten we were prepared for the wonderful grammar school, which we soon found not to be a fair vision, but a sad reality of work. work. work. And work for what? Why preparation again, preparation for the Birmingham High School. Our seventh grade teachers daily impressed the fact on our already over-crowded minds that we were soon to enter the portals of that great institution of learning, the B. H. S., and that we must work hard, so as to cover our schools as well as ourselves with glory. Prom the time our fathers began t � prepare us with their slippers to the time we entered the High School we were in a state of preparation. We thought we were through with this unhappy state, when we became Freshmen. But alas! the first Monday morning speaker that we had the pleasure of listening to, informed us that we were in the High School to prepare for life. If he had said we were condemned for life, we would have been about as much encouraged. )n all sides were presidents of colleges urging us to prepare ourselves for college, teachers warning us that unless we prepared ourselves we would fail on the next test, ministers warning us to prepare for the judgment, and parents warning us to prepare for a reduction in our allowance for the next month unless our marks improved. So. like C icero, to “use an almost new manner of speaking. we have been prepared physically, mentally and spiritually, as our excellent bodies, well-shaped heads and soulful expressions prove. But not only have wc been as well prepared, nav, better than, any other class has been, but we hjive worked to make our impressions on the pages of history unique and lasting. This is my second point in proving that the history of the class of 14 has not been equalled. In proving this important point. I think the best method of procedure is by specific example. Of course, all of us have worked and striven to be individual, but a few have succeeded beyond all expectation. For instance. Misses Laura Cousins, Mary Bowers and Fannie Mae Riddle have succeeded in being the most famous students in Mathematics; Mr. Biddle Worthington has proved himself the best thrower of paper out of the window on to the fire-escape. There have been many competitors in the field of Science. Mr. Klwvn Cobbs, Mr. Jack Cozinc and Miss Pearl Self being the most noted chemists. The Latin enthusiasts are innumerable, including such notables as Mr. James Downey, Miss Pattic Childers, Miss Anita Eustis, (pronouncing authority of classical names) and Miss Helen Bishop, Mr. Bertram Smith. Miss Carro-May Keen and Miss Nellie Smith, all of these young people arc especially to he commended for making such splendid passing averages in Latin. In the field of Literature arc many planets and satelites who shine but diml in reflected light, the most notable among whom are Miss F. Bailey, alias “Miss Shakespeare.” Miss Emma Dennis, Mr. Roy Mnnk, Miss Tillic Wood, Miss Louise Clark. Miss Margaret Gadsden and Miss Louise Going. In study periods many have worked to make their records unique. Mr. F. Morris Latham, alias “Busy Bee,” Mr. Estes Hargis, “Studious.” Miss Leila Robinson. “Talker. Miss Edith Weaver. “Giggler.” and others have won honor and demerits in this field. Many valiant seniors have fought and won the contest for the honor of the greatest Disturber of the Peace in the auditorium. I will not. however, mention any names in connection with this field of endeavor, for 1 might cause some sad remembrance to flit through some now happy mind. But I shall mention the greatest keeper of the peace. Miss Dorothy Rand. In the realm of beauty culture many have striven for the most unique results. But no one in the class seems to have achieved anv distinction in this line. But by far, the most forcible citation I can give in supporting my theory that this class has worked hard to make its History different is the B. li. S. Who's Who and Why.” In this volume, you may find the famous in High School. Here you may read of the scholars. Miss nnie Lowman. Miss Lilia Mac Irwin. Miss Jessie Ehrlich, who excelled in Latin, and Miss Eva Dobbins, whose mathematical career was notable, also here mav be found the names of Misses Paul Lee Towles and Jessie Macon, world-renowned debaters, and Miss Eleanor Starnes and Mr. Robert McAdory, great and much quoted editors. In the department of athletics is found the name of D. P. Wingo, champion athlete of Birmingham High School. Turn a few more pages of the volume to the business men's section, here the names of Guy Wilson and Estes Hargis, venerable ushers, and Hal Beasley, High School banker, appear Thus I have proven by these various activities, that this class’s history has been unique. But some will say. History is not complete until we show how the class has affected society. This point can be proven so as to show that this class has done more to add to the pleasure, anxiety, anger and pity of the faculty, the worry of their mothers and the crabbedness of their fathers than any other class in the history of the High School. Many afternoons entertainment has been gained through our efforts, especially on Tuesday afternoon. Those responsible for these delightful affairs arc too numerous to name, because most of the class are concerned. Many have affected the lives of the students, as well as the faculty. Miss Selina Perry, 136 by her optimism. Miss Lula Patterson by her good humor, and Miss Emma Carr by her dignity. There arc some in the class who caused anxiety, for instance, Mr. Garrison has the honor of giving our hnglish teacher great trouble about the meeting of the News Editor on every other 1 hursday. This class also has moved the deepest sympathy and pity for those of us who could not write a theme worth an I , decline a noun of the second declension in 'inis’, conjugate an irregular verb, extract the cube root. write chemical reactions, keep from talking, take our singing books to the auditorium. The great social and economic effect of the class has been felt in many places outside the school. V hat could the . M. C. A. have done without the presence of some of our venerable athletes every afternoon? What would Louis Hammack’s mother have thought if she had not been called on twice a week to write an excuse for his absence? What would the grocers and butchers of this city have done without the orders of the High School cooks and hostesses, notably Misses Rachel London (head cook). Helen Neill, Louise Nall. Augusta Dearborn and Vernon Day? Would Nun-nally’s or John D’s have flourished without the trade of Mr. Steadham Acker. Forest McMeans and Tim Durrett? Answer these questions logically and you will see that we have had much to do with the social movements of the period. Although all have been active in these movements, some have become more prominent than others. Rut fellow classmates, putting aside all witticisms. I know we feel every one. we have had good preparations, that we have worked hard, and that our lives have counted for something in the High School, thanks to the faculty and parents. May we, after leaving this school, remember the friendships, hopes, failures and victories gained here, and make history worthy of ourselves, our school and our class, because of our earnest work in the High School. EUNICE HAZEL NEWMAN. 137 Sir Youth Spring it is now in all places. But while the Winter hoar Dwelt in the land. I spent small time On lore; at eve I read the talcs of yore With Briar; and more from the man than hook I learned of a true kingly life and look. Heroes and shepherds, and knights in wars he told. His voice so clear, I joyed but to hear More, of these marvelous men in times of old. And as I slept. Thro' dreams there crept. Visions splendid. In my mind hid. Aurora woke the hours. I sped to the forge to learn. Armor to make, to mold from him Mv friend, the smith. We stood by the furnace rim ; Our bodies aglow in leathern aprons. We toiled in the heat like giant demons. He was a master of workmen that teach you Hard endurance. High assurance. Strength, and a patience to cheerily guide you In molding steel, To learn and feel To love labor. And strength of your neighbor. So long as Phoebus reigned. Each day I worked and planned. All my young strength lav in my hand, And hope flew high. By Spring’s first breezes slowly fanned. The blue peeped thro’ the gray and Spring began By spreading her gems of laughter that ran Thro I al bling brook and the bird's first, fiine new note, From green-robed tree. I3K , To sapphire sea. High in the ether of dreams a bubble afloat. My shield still a blank. No motto, no rank, T ill I shall win A motto, without sin. This is the Spring! the Spring! My soul in ecstacy burns! This is the Spring of life and youth. Of hope and love. My heart first yearns, then turns Toward passionate hopes as each leaf bud grows, As each tiny tassc! unfolds and blows. Faintly the bow of the maiden moon doth call From lofty vaults; My armor no faults Has, and the walls of my childhood around me fall. Still dream I of deeds. Of wars and steeds. Of tournaments. And battlements. This is the Spring! the Spring! And high in the youngest tree, Linnet is chanting, swinging far In time of glee. My thoughts he sings to me, “Ambition I am of each youthful man, I am but a part of an endless plan, Young and the life of a knight a rose to me. Ceaseth he, as charger forth doth leap, as I Steel girt on steel. Spur placed on heel. Smith and the Friar behind without a sigh; “To speed the right. With justice, might: On to the King.” Thus I do sing. All in this sparkling weather, I ride me to my King. Chant ? now gaily as I ride. Of hope and love. My shield and a.mor ring. And as I pass the roa I along 'I he peopie gaze and cheer with song: King! ah, I see in the castle hall with knights; 1 kneel: 1 ask A boon: a task: Roads to he cleared of wrong by force of right. 139 For theft is not right. Injustice not might. A motto to gain. Thro’ pain, thro’ pain. Long do I ride it seems. Today I've cleared the road: Robbers and beasts and lowly fens The wand’rcr now No more shall check and goad. And weary, I sleep, and a vision of light, In letters of azure and gold doth write. “Supcranda oninis fortuna ferenda est.” I wake. I see, A dream to me. Dream yet the truth of my hiocs just gained by test. “You have taught the right. Thro’ justice, might. ’Tis the motto for thee.” Sayeth the King to me. Now ’tis the Spring again. And my heart is ever turning To the glad Spring of life and youth Of hope and love. My heart burns warm with the yearning Of higher desires as each flower wakes. As each little leaf-frond sways and shakes. Moist, springy earth is awaiting eager seeds, While sounds and smells. Ever work spells Dreams and our hopes upon, urging better deeds. IRENE WALD HORST, ’14. Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute %, SCHOOL of Y ENGINEERING CrVIL. MECHANICAL, ELECTRICAL and CHEMICAL ENGINE .RING, and GENERAL SCIENCE Send for a Catalogue. TROY, N.Y-. 14(1 LINDSAY COOKIv iJrawn from l.ifc by one of iho uludrnli in Free Hand Drawing Mr. Cooke has acted as Staff Stenographer to the Mirror and his work deserves Special mention SUCCESS Will come if you deserve it. You will deserve it if you know more than the other fellow. Keep on learning. USE The Birmingham Public Library Practical books on every trade, business and profession. I SAW YOUR AD. 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S. many years of usefulness and happiness. Groceries Mineral Waters Coal Adams Drug Co. “The Sleepless Store’’ Our delivery wagons pass your door. Phones Main 4850, 3096. 5. 1777- The Ideal Graduation Gift— A KODAK Brownies, $1.00 t � $12.00; Kodaks. $0.00 to $65.00. FILMS DEVELOPED FREE Regardless of W here Purchased Prints on Velox Paper No. 1 Brownie. 2 cents each: No. 2 Brownie, 3 cents each: No. 2. . No. 3FP. No. 2 Bulls I've, 4 cents each; 3 1-4x5 1-2. 4x5 and Post Cards. 5 cents each F. W. BROMBERG Eastman Kodaks arid Snfrfilies t SAW YOUR AD. IN THE MIRROR I I I A Box of Candy adds greatly to the enjoyment of an evening at the theatre or at home. Nunnallys Candy, like Nunnally s Soda Water, lees and Creams, are all made by Nunnally—hence their superior quality anil deliciousness. 208 Nineteenth St. 218 North Twentieth St. Underwood Typewriter Co, 1825 First Avc. A popular machine in the Central High School Commercial Department. The machine you will eventually buy. Dewberry Montgomery Stationery Co. ENGRAVED CARDS. HURD'S AND CRANK S WHITING I'AI’KR BLANK BOOKS SCHOOL SUPPLIES DRAWING OUTFITS AkimiIs I vSL- E Knk'inwrN und Architect ' Supplier The Mutual Life of New York 2014 2nd Avenue BlrmlnQhnm, Ain. FIRST IN BENEFITS TO POLICY HOLDERS. OLDHST, STRONGEST, LOWEST COST Pfthl Dividend to Policy Holder In 1013. $17,368,046.02 ROBERT LEE DISTRICT MANAGER 305-306-307 American Trust Building PHONE US We appreciate your trade. We solicit your order Walton-Morrow Grocery Co. Staple and Fancy (iroceries, Produce and Fresh Meats. Phones 6110-6111-6112. 2700 and 2702 Avenue F Printing That ‘Pays Uhe American Printing Company PRINTERS PUBLISHERS ENGRAVERS PRINTERS OF THE MIRROR Judge us by our work 22nd Street Bridge Phone 1 OfV and Morris Avenue Main _ VI u TO SEE US WHEN YOU WANT CLASSY ILLUSTRA f'OR YOUR SCHOOL OR COLLEGE PUBLICATIONS YOU LL CPA INTO GOOD W'MEN YOU BEGIN PRINTWELL MADE BY ALABAHA BIRMINGHAM. I SAW YOUR AD. 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Phone orders given special attention. Phone Main 5437. Birmingham, Ala. To Every School Miss: Loveman, Joseph Loeb wish for you that this school session has been the most profitable of your lives. For out in the future they see waiting for you the hope of our beautiful land and country. Good wishes! We want to sell you your Dresses and things now— and when you get grown, because we can do better for you than you could do at any other place. Loveman, Joseph Loeb TANGO OUTFIT $50 At $5 a Month, and on Free Trial The Jewel tango outfit includes the Columbia Jewel” Grafonola, together with an assortment of 34 dance selections of 17 Columbia Double-Disc Records to consist of 11 Hesitation Waltzes, 9 Tangos, 11 One-Steps, 2 Tango Mattchiches, 1 Mattchiche, and a supply of Needles. COLUMBIA Graphophone Co. 1818 Third Ave., Birmingham, Ala.