Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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MIRROR BOARD

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Camped for Aye The field is dotted now with white, But not with army tents; The cannons stand within the light. But just as monuments. The flag that waves above the graves Proclaims no battle dread; The pallisade, no life it saves For the men within are dead. The flag unfurled unto the world Is the dear old Stars and Bars; The land o’er which the stars are hurled Is a relic of the wars. There he stands and waves his hands. A flashing sword he holds; Marse Robert” Lee, he gives commands. But 'tis only the marble molds. A leader there with martial air Upon his charger rode; Stonewall Jackson, man of deed and prayer,— But now a marble lode. Jeb Stewart. Hampton, and Pettigrew. Johnston, Uongstreet. Forest. Beauregard, and Johnson, too— Are now in metal pressed. The men in gray that passed away Are lying side by side; They are camping ’way from the light of day In the land of fairer tide. The cold earth their lonely cots. Their shrouds a suit of gray: Southern soldiers bivouaced not. For they are camped for aye. 9 Braxton Hudson. '10.

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Viva La Republica Our troops had been making unsuccessful attempts to capture Villa for two months. They had also failed to stop the atrocities perpetrated against the citizens of the United States and of other nations which depended upon them for protection. Tht President had become tired of watchful waiting, and as a result war was declared from the White House at 8:15 on the night of May 10, and orders given to every part of the great and complex departments of the Government. At that time I was in the Secret Service Department, detailed upon some minor bomb plots against certain powder works in the New England States. At 1 o’clock on the morning of May 1G I was awakened by the hotel porter who gave me a code message from headquarters, ordering me to report at once. By ? o'clock that night 1 was in the Chief’s office with my partner, Marse. “Emerson, here are your papers,” said the Chief. “You and Marse report to Funston at Casas Grandcs and he will put you to work. Remember you are not to trail hyphens, but greasers, l.uck to you. He turned to his desk and Marse and 1 went to the Treasurer for expenses, and in a short time were on our way to “Mexico. From the name one might expect to find Casas Grandes a city of architectural beauty and grandeur, but not so. From the troop train we descended into a city of anything but beautiful castles, 'flic common houses of the street may have been at one time attractive, but the shots and shells of the warring factions had greatly defaced them. The hotel in which Funston had his headquarters was the only place in the town where a man of taste would direct his steps. Mr. Emerson and Mr. Marse, I believe? I am glad to meet you.” He spoke with the straightforward matter-of-factness of the truly great commander he was. I received a telegram from the Chief Monday saying you were coming. He says, also, to give you something light to start with. You can tackle the big game later, when we get farther down the country. 1 have a note from one of my men to the effect that the natives are being armed from the other side. Go there and stop it.” There was nothing for us to do but go. We were given command of twenty rangers who had just reported for duty, and at the end of the week had completed our first commission. 'flic General had moved his quarters fifty miles distant. He had taken his whole command, leaving no rear guard on the road, as he was depending upon reinforcements. So Marse and I. with our small command, were compelled to march through that mountainous road unprotected. Being pushed 11