Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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A number of Central High School’s boys have already joined the colors in different branches of the service and many more will go. One thing we have learned in High School is loyalty. The school has always stood behind athletic and other contests with a support worthy «»1 any student body, and surely we will show the same but greater patriotism tor that which is greater and dearer. America. In the boys of Central High School who have first answered the call will be found staunch and true Americans. TO OUR ADVERTISERS. In this last issue of The Mirror we want to thank our patrons, the advertisers. who have done their hit” to make the Mirror once more a possibility and a success. The business men of Birmingham who helped to found the Mirror, almost a decade ago, must feel as we do, pride in its growth through the years.. The first Mirror ever printed was very small, almost a pamphlet, but today we have a magazine of one hundred and fifty-two pages, almost an annual. The advertisers helped to print the first and they helped to print the last. The Mirror thanks its advertisers! Realities Everything is dead- even the smoke lies dull in the trees. The very hills ache at the void weight of the sky And seem to sink into the valley. My heart is dead—its impulse lies exhausted: My very soul aches holding up frail dreams Against the world’s realities. —M. II. I‘atte thirteen

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“Grow old along with me, The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in 11 is hand, W ho saith, whole 1 planned, Youth shows but half ; trust God. see all. Xor be afraid !' ” The Mirror Board has many things to rejoice in. this commencement: it has had a splendid year, all things considered, but there is nothing for which the Hoard is as sincerely grateful and indeed, for which it owes so large a debt of gratitude, as for the inspiration the sjionsor. Miss Waldhorst. has given. Inspiration, yes, but a great deal more than that—Miss Waldhorst, for two years now. has given her time, her energy, her never-failing patience, to the work of The Mirror. ’ There is not a single member of the Board of Editors who can fail to realize that the high standard The Mirror” takes among High School publications is due in no little degree to Miss aldhorst’s aid. and that our High School paper would be a vastly different one if it were not for our sponsor. Hut only those who have been most closely concerned with The Mirror can understand the unnumerable instances when excellent Judgment and a steady hand saved the editors endless care and worry—the many trying moments when in a wild endeavor to make an attractive issue from often very unpromising material, only the patience and never-flagging interest of some one who knows, saved the reputation of our school paper. It is just such service this that Miss Waldhorst has rendered “The Mirror,” service that cannot be described with words, that lias its foundation in her enthusiasm in all she undertakes but especially in her devotion to The Mirror, and for this the Hoard wishes to assure her that it understands well what i he has given to the five issues of The Mirror this year, and. as host it can. sincerely and gratefully thanks her. MR. LEACH. Mr. Leach came to Central in September, 1916, and in less than a year his personality was felt in many of the activities of Central High School. Athletics has had in Mr. Leach a staunch worker and supporter, the duhs a valued and faithful advisor, the students a friend and companion. Mr. Leach was one of us. We arc all sorry to lose Mr. Leach, hut Uncle Sam has called him into service as a member of the officer's reserve and we are proud of him. OUR SOLDIER BOYS Tramp. Tramp, Tramp, The boys arc marching. 1 he I nited States is at war and has called upon her sons for support. ’ »{ fnv jv

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Gus and The Sacred Circle If 1 had a dollar fur every time that Augustus Sterling, commonly known as Gus. had grated on my nerves, I'd he able to hold my own with the Vanderbilts. As a matter of fact, whenever I look at the child ( this is a startling confession for a sister to make, but then. Gus is a startling creature 1, I feel irritated, “huffed. as Gus says. Although he has reached the maturity of nine years, his development since the time I sang him to sleep with “Rock-n-bye Baby (the family imposed the pleasant task on me), has been confined to a steady growth in roundness, until it looks as though we are trying to develop a curiosity in the form of a fat hov. But the climax to my woes came when Gus announced his intention of being in my big brother Tom's wedding. The wedding was going to be exceedingly flossy, with a perfectly huge bridal party, and imported dresses for the bride and her maids, in St. Mark's Cathedral at high noon—all very stylish, and Lucy, 'Pom's fiancee had planned to have her little brother Gerald, who compares with Gus as Little Lord Fauntleroy to an infant pugilist, as the ring-bearer. But when news of this reached mother, she didn’t like it at all. Never yet having been able to detect a flaw in ('.us, she couldn’t understand and was therefore indignant that Gus, the family darling in spite of his size, hadn't been selected to carry the ring. And the suggestion being made to Gus, the family had no peace. He was determined not to be outdone by Gerald. “The child may never have another chance to he in a wedding.” mother said, dolefully. “Of course Susie would never have him in her’s.” No. I certainly will not.” 1 spoke up briskly. It’s bad enough now when I’m maid of honor to think of Gus strutting up the aisle in front of me and falling up the chancel steps » r something quite as bad. I won’t, neither, Gus sniffled—lie invariably resorts to sniffling when he can’t carry bis point in any other way. and that sissy lil‘ ole Gerald Gerald is not a siss simply because he chances to conflict with your high ideals of manhood. Gus. Just let me tell you. young man. that there are two families concerned in this wedding and that you won’t get anywhere by running Gerald down. Look here! broke in Tom, who had been impatiently listening to this council of war. I think I ought t« have some say-so about my own wedding. Get it straight now. that I won’t have that baby elephant in any ceremony where I’m officiating.” The groom does not officiate, Tom. said mother reprovingly, and I don’t see whv you should speak so of (ins. A man oil the point of marriage should be more dignified.” I'tue fourteen