Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

Text from Pages 1 - 192 of the 1922 volume:

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Every High School Graduate has great advantages over the Grammar School graduate and the College graduate has greater advantages over the High School graduate. We hope to see the day when every boy and girl in our community will be willing to make every possible effort to secure at least a High School education. V e Believe in Our Boys and Girls and are looking forward to better educational opportunities in our community. TYLER GROCERY COMPAM High? Did You Ever Consider Page Two Satisfaction Comes From Real Quality and Goodness Drink LIME-COLA And Get It The Happy Snappy Combination —A Cola With a Lime Page Three CAMP WINNATASKA INSPIRATION — RECREATION — BIG EATS 162-ft. Well Thnt Won’t Run Dry LEADERSHIP THAT CAN’T BE BEAT Senior Boy ’ Comp—June 6-17 . Intermediate Girl ' Camp-June 20-JuIy I Intermediate Boy ’ Camp—July 4-15 Senior Girl ’ Camp-July 18-29 Young Women—Aug. 1-12 Floyd Tillery, Director Mr . W. F. Price. Director Dr. Roy G. Hershey, Director Mis Rosa V. Strickland. Director Mr . Jas. E. Dillard. Director For full information apply Birmingham Sunday School Association, 401 Title Guarantee Bldg.. Tel. M. 5369. Camps limited to 100. Entire cost $12.50. Register early if you want to go. JAFFE’S WHEN IN NEED OF A WEDDING GIFT, GRADUATION OR BIRTHDAY GIFTS. WE HAVE THE LARGEST SELECTION OF ANY KIND OF GIFT TO SELECT FROM. —OUR PRICES ARE RIGHT— HEADQUARTERS FOR CLASS RINGS, PINS AND EVERYTHING IN SCHOOL JEWELRY. JAFFE JEWELRY CO. COR. SECOND AVE. AND 19TH ST. BIRMINGHAM, ALA. Page Pour Debirateb So iflr. JFrank (OrMuau 3ln grateful appreciation of bio comrahesbip, bis untiring energy, nub bis beimtion to all the best interests of stubent life. Prayer to the Winds—E. L. S. Mother Nature’s Blue—Mildred Mims Jimmy Chemist—Everette Poole Minor Chords—R. S. In Old Plantation Days—Ethelred Sykes Peach Blossoms—S. M. Un Mauvais Quart D'Hcure—Jack Nelms Little Blue Ship of Truth—J. W. Autobiography of a Puppy—Margaret Marvin As Night Deepens—J. E. The Silver Box—Annie Jacobs Sanctuary—R. S. I he Midnight Rescue—Cyrus Meanor Beavers of the Rains—G. H. C. Angelic Cats—Anne Ellis________ Spring—M. M. The Fifth Roll—S. M. The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of—Ruth Tucker Saxophonism—Evelyn Heidcnrich Mischief Hath Charms—Rex Sullivan Happenings in High School Exchanges Clubs Athletics The Gas Jet Senior Department . _____ Page 10 12 14 16 18 20 21 22 23 25 28 30 ________________32 33 35 ________________37 39 45 46 51 54 61 77 84 IEDIT0P1AK | 1 1 THE MIRROR PUBLISHED BY THE LITERARY SOCIETIES OF THE CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL THE MIRROR BOARD FOR 1922 EDITORS-IN-CHIEF BERTHA FELDSTEIN ATHLETICS FLORENCE LYLE CARMELITE JACKSON DAVIS ROX ETHELRED SYKES GEORGE CLARK WIT AND HUMOR BUSINESS MANAGERS MORGIA SHROPSHIRE ROBERT COLE ROBERT STATON MILDRED MOORE ROBERT SAUNDERS PAUL BOWRON EVELYN HEIDENRICH ADVERTISING ESSAYS AND SPECIAL SUSAN MABRY MANAGER ARTICLES ANNIE JACOBS MALCOLM WILDER RUTH TUCKER POETRY ASSISTANTS ANNE ELLIS RUSSELL SMITH J. B. MERRILL. JR. GEORGE BILBE E. L S. WILMER GOODMAN JAMES HENDRIX FRANK CRAVEN ELSIE DILLON HAPPENINGS IN HIGH VINCENT RUSSE RICHMOND BEATTY SCHOOL FRANK BROMBERG ED THOMAS MARY MILLER COUL- LEONARD WHITE FICTION BOURN ART EDGAR POE MARGARET MARVIN ERNEST CRAIN ROBERT BAUGH EXCHANGES ERNEST HENDERSON ETHEL WOHL MARY E. McCLURE LAURA LEE EVANS SELF PITY The countless thousands moaning, O, cursed spite that I was ever born to set it right,” might profitably cease lamenting long enough to count what they might be doing to alleviate the darkness of this inevitable pit toward which they seem to be whirling. The continuous assumption that one is under an unjust and fate-drawn handicap really becomes a self-handicap. Shakespeare regarded this tendency sufficiently to use it as the theme of one of the world’s greatest tragedies. DE FACULTATE You surely remember the time when you saluated your teacher in the morning with a wonderful bouquet of roses, and that afternoon pasted or drew the comical caricatures of her on all the neighboring board fences. You regarded her then as a scholastic quack whose professional activity demanded your presence and an attitude of strained attention. How do you regard her now? Perhaps in the upper grades the light begins to dawn, and you come to regard her as your friend and adviser, acknowledged among the most satisfactory friends your high school course has known. A WISH FOR YOUR VACATION The most of us have already begun our vacation in our minds eye. We can see a cottage down on the gulf, see Aunt Mary's Seven Gables” down in the country, see ourselves toiling and spinning something for next winter’s store, or reaping the harvest of idleness we have been sowing these last two semesters—summer school. Then let us chant: ’’What 'ere the fuss, it seems to us. How ’ere you may deploy it To fit the punishment to the crime Still—thoroughly enjoy it.” VALEDICTORY The Class of 1922 will probably be the last to graduate from Central High School on Avenue F, for in the near future the John Herbert Phillips High School will be completed, and the graduating exercises, the Senior plays and the Shakespearian plays will be held in its beautiful auditorium. Not only will the Senior classes, henceforth, have the advantage of an auditorium, but every pupil in the new school will enjoy better facilities, more room, better appointments. There will be a larger library, a larger chemical laboratory, and a larger art room, all with better equipments. Although the 'Medical College holds some happy memories for us. we congratulate our successors on their inheritance—the John Herbert Phillips High School. We wish to congratulate Woodlawn High School on their new paper— the Vestalian. W'e shall welcome it among our exchanges—as next of kith and kin. It is always with a feeling of sadness that the Mirror bids farewell to a graduating class, and it is with a seemingly greater degree of regret that we part with the Class of 1922. In this group are boys and girls whom the school claims with pride. Though we are reluctant to see them go. we wish for them the success in the world that they have attained in Central High School. Central High School appreciates the work of the Orville Coston Memorial Committee. I hrough their efforts, about five hundred volumes have been added to the library shelves. Central High School thanks the committee, and with them will revere the name and memory of heroic Orville Coston. THE FUNDAMENTAL There is eternally present the process of evolution. Our school life undergoes it. We form our clubs to fight our fights, we spend our autumn months yelling for our teams, we specialize on debates, declamations and Glee Club, we publish our high school magazine. However, let us not forget that the basis, the fundamental, the thing that brings us here, is Education. Let us hold that before all others. PEN AND INK CLUB It is the aim of the Pen and Ink Club to help produce the most attractive Mirror possible at a minimum cost. With this idea in mind, they have sup-pi cd two color linoleum blocks for the editorial and athletic departments. A linoleum block is merely linoleum glued to a block of wood which n al'ts it type high. The picture is drawn on the linoleum and cut out by h.rnd. There blocks, cut by Ernest Crain and Ernest Henderson, are used Instead of zinc plates and give two color illustrations for the two departments at less cost than a one-color illustration for one department if zinc plates were used. This type of work is similar to the wood block cuts of the old masters, but is simplified by the use of linoleum. Page High l THE MIRROR BOARD PRAYER TO THE WINDS Many fingered zephyrs. Halcyon, Tilting like to each an eagle’s crag— —a dove's fond nest; Laving like to each a prince’s cheek— —a pauper’s brow; Sipping like to each of honey’d chalice— —pois nous fen; We pray thee bring us back— —yet another time. ETHELRED LUNDY SYKES. 22. Page Ten MOTHER NATURE’S BLUE Once upon a time, a long time ago. as all good stories begin, Mother Nature sat planning the color scheme for the world. She had before her huge pots of the various colors and as she mixed them and tested them she discovered that yellow and blue made green. She admired it so much that she decided to make it her prevailing color. And so she began making things green. She made so many that nearly everything in nature was green. Then she found that nearly all her lovely blue was gone; and she remembered about varity being the spice of life. So she began putting the finishing touches in contrasting colors: the yellow, the red, the lavender, the pink, the white, the brown and the orange she distributed all over the earth. But she saved for her favorites, her most beautiful things in nature, blue. Then with one broad stroke of her powerful brush she painted the covering of her child Earth, the sky. a most delicate blue. But fearing that the people of Earth might not fully appreciate the bounteous gift, she arranged that this blue might be seen only on certain days. And to this day it is only when Mother Nature deigns to smile on us that we are allowed to see her blue in the sky. Dame Nature, after tinting her sky. came down and selected the very smallest, tiniest things in nature to be dressed in blue—the Fringed Gentian. the tiny field dasiy or Johnny-Jump-Up. the violet, and the forget-me-not. As she was coloring these little things, she heard a very mournful little tune sung by a very modest little bird in one of her green trees, and her generous heart, overflowing in pity, bestowed upon him some of her precious blue. And to this day the blue bird is Mother Nature’s sign to the folk of Earth that the beauty of another springtime has come to them. Mother Nature is after all rather human and likes to be praised, even as you and I. It was just after she had finished the blue bird that two mortals came along; one of whom admired her blue bird, having never seen the new color before, while the other scorned it. and in appreciation the generous Mother gave to the one blue eyes and left the other with black. And to this day some people have blue eyes and some brown. You see. Mother Nature after awhile felt sorry for the black-eyed folk and softened their eyes into a beautiful brown, which now quite equals the blue in beauty. Then the great artist made some natural mirrors on earth in which her handiwork might be reflected in beautiful little upside-down pictures, after which she hurried back to her home in fear lest she give away the remaining bit of her precious blue, which was now quite small. That remaining bit she used to make her sunsets of. And even to this day when she is especially pleased with her godchild. Earth, she will bestow on her the most beautiful of gifts, an azure morning and a silver and blue sunset. MILDRED MIMS. 'll. Page Eletrn JIMMY-CHEMIST Jimmy. Freshman, had a great ambition. He was to be a chemist and have a big spacious laboratory. Many were the dangerous experiments he intended to perform within its walls. Jimmy’s brother was one of those much-to-be- admired personages who bear the dignified title of Senior. William understood all about science. Only yesterday he had explained to Jimmy the dehydrating effect of surphuric acid. Th word dehydrating being somewhat lengthy and scientific. Jimmy promptly adopted it and stored it in the recesses of his active mind. There it grew. Having listened very attentively to his brother’s explanation he remembered the details and decided to try the experiment himself. By much coaxing, he procured the dime necessary to buy the acid, and after school that evening he hurried home with the treasurd bottle in his pocket. As he entered the house he saw the cat dozing in the sun in the living room window. The minute he spied her a little imp of mischief entered his head and he decided to try the strength of the acid on the innocent cat’s tail. (Thoughtlessly, he put the bottle of acid on his mother’s highly polished table upon which was the most honored family heirloom, a scarf crocheted by his great greatgrandmother.) Cautiously he withdrew the stopper from the bottle and approaching his sleeping victim touched her tail with the acid-moistened stopper. She broke all speed records in leaving the window, and leaped to the table, overturning the bottle of acid. Unmindful of the damage done, she made with much alacrity for the outside. Instantly the highly polished table top was pure charcoal and the scarf was a black, oily rag. Jimmy, overcome with the thought of his dire peril, hastily retired to the basement where he kept his apparatus.” better known to the family as junk. He locked the door behind him and put the key in his pocket. His mother, sewing quietly upstairs, sensing something amiss from the sudden slamming of the basement door, put up her sewing and came down stairs to investigate. When she saw the havoc that had been wrought she sank almost fainting in the Morris chair. William, entering at this juncture and sec'ng his mother in such a complete state of collapse, was certain that someone in the family was dead. I ind-the real cause of his mother's grief, on investigation, he went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of ammonia. He poured this on the table to prevent the caid from doing further harm. His mother, being samewhat quieted by his prompt and efficient action, then considered what might be the cause of the calamity. The tell tale bottle of acid lay on the table, but the cork was nowhere to be found. Jimmy! both exclaimed in one breath. He's in the basement. William cooly assured his mother over his shoulder as he started in that direction. She heard him pounding on the door. Jimmy, open that door! Did you hear me. Jimmy? James Henderson Thomas, open that door! Jimmy, on the inside, cowered and trembled. William s emphatic voice told him what to expect. At first he thought of sticking it out. bui after a Page Txvelve while, deciding it would be better to have it over, he opened the door sullenly and allowed himself to be dragged into the presence of his mother. “James Henderson Thomas. she demanded, “why did you spill that stuff on the table? Mamma. 1 didn't turn that acid over. Jimmy replied. Well, who did? his mother asked, getting more and more exasperated. It happened accidently, Jimmy almost tearfully answered. All right. James. Mrs. Thomas concluded. We’ll wait until your father comes from work tonight. Jimmy well knew that there was no hope of escape, but he also knew that exposure of the real cause of all the m'schief was highly dangerous. With all his heart he wished that the cat had never been born. Mr. Thomas, coming home tired out from the day’s work, was doubly disgusted with Jimmy’s misbehavior. With true respect to Jimmy s fortitude. charity compels me to leave the events of that night a sealed book. The next day Jimmy's wounded pride and skin were healed to some extent. Upon the innocent cat, however, he wreaked his vengeance. Phis was expressed in various ways. A thorough sousing in very cold water and a sizzling shock from a Ford spark coal were two of the torments suffered by the poor cat. It seemed that Jimmy’s misfortunes were not yet over by any means, for during the day his mother had visited the next door neighbor, who was a shrewd, gossipy old lady. When Mrs. Thomas had finished her tale of woe. Mrs. Jones asked a question. What time was it when the accident happened? she inquired. Oh. about three fifteen. Jimmy's mother replied. Mrs. Jones gossiped cheerfully. Yesterday, at that time, I happened to be looking through your window and I saw Jimmy with a cork in his hand approaching the cat. When he touched her she immediately jumped onto your table. I couldn’t see what happened, but 1 heard Jimmy running away. Then light dawned upon poor Mrs. Thomas. She left Mrs. Jones' house before that worthy could have time to add anything further. When she reached home she found Jimmy in the basement making a queer noise. She called him to her. What was that queer noise you were making?’ she asked. Oh. I was only testing for carbon dioxide by blowing my breath in lime water. His mother, not to be led aside by what she did not understand, got down to business. What did you do to the cat yesterday? Jimmy resorted to the usual Nuthin’. Jimmy, tell the truth. Aw. I just put a stopper on her tail. What stopper? Aw. the stopper out o’ a bottle. What bottle? Aw. the bottle that had the acid in it. Page Thirteen What acid ? ” Aw, the acid that split on the table. Now you know everything, come on an' give me another good whippin'. Why. Jimmy,” Mrs. Thomas said, almost in tears, come to your mamma. I won’t whip you.” And when his father returned home that night, he laughed heartily at the cat tale. Isn't that just like a real boy?” he managed to say between gasps. Jimmy, what chemical process was going on when the cat turned the acid over on the table?” Oh. that was the dehydrating effect of sulfuric acid,” Jimmy proudly and promptly replied. Father, talking to mother in secret that night, said: I’m glad to get rid of that old rag, aren't you? And that table top needed a new finish anyhow.” Mother shamefacedly answered, Yes.” Just the other day Jimmy's mother asked him what he wanted for Christmas. Jimmy beamed. A 'Chemustry' outfit, mother.” EVERETT POOLE. 22. MINOR CHORDS How could the swell and the sway and the anguish-sweet wonder of music Carry its witchery poignant, except for the minor chords’ crooning? Would the array of the pines in their star-seeking majesty regal Hold half its glory-form proud but for each of the needles’ green slimness? Might the ear brave, in its nakedness cruel, the silence of night-time. But for the gracious, wee noises of creatures that hide in the grasses? Should the abiding great joys, in their spirit-upheaving. Be just as keen and as ardent without the small courtesies’ sweetness? RUSSELL SMITH. Payc Fourteen THE PIERIAN LITERARY SOCIETY IN OLD PLANTATION DAYS The soft breath of a marsh in midsummer fanned our cheeks, as we, Bavard and I, sat out under the immense old umbrella tree down in the lawn. It was moist, warm, heavy breath; and it lulled us and quieted us until we sunk under its spell and dreamed—each in our fanbacked wicker. At length the silence seemed to bear Bavard down; he sank deeper and deeper, his head lower. He slept. Almost at the call of the locusts on the cypress trees down the swamp, the mellowest of harvest moons swung up. Its laving warmth, sifting down through the broad leaves of the oaks, bathed us in a glorious silvery flood. The sere old head in the chair across from me glowed under the touch of the rays, but it did not move. I looked about me on the glade, letting my eyes rest here and there; on the little copse of scrub-oaks where in the winter we shot the patridges. further on down the slove to the level where Elsie and her chums from college played croquet, and farther still to the glistening stream of the river, whose shadowy bluffs told many a story of steamer landings. Further away on the left I heard a slave singing, and still another picking the bass string of a banjo. I listened to the lone voice, a wavering falsetto wafted by that lnd;an summer breath which had so strangely soothed us. Its wailing notes— Massa's in de Cold. Cold Ground''—lulled me to sleep. Bavard must have been awake some time before I woke, for he had mixed a new julep. Its crisp, sparkling taste brightened him and he seemed in the mood to talk. Xerxes, my boy. I have just dreamed an old tale 1 have wanted you to set down in your book, oh! so long. It is a pitiful tale, Xerxes; short—but true. I leaned forward. He spoke in a low voice: On your father’s plantation I have raised nearly everything. I once boasted of this to a trader from the ’Elizabeth Anne.’ but he swore that there was one thing I could never raise—Carolina rice. Well, sir. 1 swore I could. And I have tried ever since, in a small patch of twenty acres right on the river. I’ve had a special lot of slaves to tend it. have given it the best of watching, but. sir. to this day none of us on this plantation have ever eaten any home-grown rice. The spring rains came too soon, and the winter rains too late. When the stalks were about to bear, the drought came and burned them to sedge. Still I tried. I had special quarters for the slaves tending the crop, down at the lower end of the field. They were mostly 'Creole Niggers' who had seen Carolina rice grown, so I gave them special privileges. They had their own little church and I sent my smartest houseboy down to teach their pickanninies to write. They were a bit apart from the rest of us but they got the best of attention. Vatjc Sixteen In those quarters a tiny mulatoo was born to a wench we took from the last boat. You could scarcely have called her a woman. Strange creature that she was. she spoke the purest French. She brought the boy up. and some of the negroes heard her label him 'si gentil' and he has been called Jonntee ever since. It was that Jonntee who died last spring? I asked. Yes. that same yellow Jonntee. Xerxes, who had the withered legs. They were not withered at birth, but later. That is my story. ‘ I he sins of the father,' however, were visited upon him—paralysis. He would sometmes fall helpless in the nvdst of a sermon; and because of that he lived alone in a shack at the opposite end of the field from all the other darkies. When the boy I sent to teach the children in the little settlement reported to me that Jonntee was the brightest mulatto he had ever seen. I told him not to let the boy work in the field, but to teach him to preach. I’ve always believed it was the little negro’s white blood that made h'm smart. So little Jonntee lived on in his solitary shack, preaching and singing 'of nights and Sundays. He was soon Aunt Zenda's righthand man with little Hannibal; and all the darkies would come to see him, hoping to see him throw one of his 'conniption fits’—as they called them. They thought he was a witch (not a wizard), and for that reason the slaves shunned him. On just this kind of night, with the marsh-breath whispering tales about the witchery of the new moon filtering through the trees. Jonntee would sit in his little hut, alone. His fondness for reading kept his weird eyes constantly peering between book covers. He had devoured all of mine, and I must confess, Xerxes, that some of them I hadn’t had patience to wade through myself. He had even translated some of my English works into French: polite French which his mother had taught him. Yes. said I. as he digressed, but you talked a moment ago as if something were about to happen. Something did happen. Xerxes, something terrible happened. A tiny blaze, starting down that field of Carolina rice stalks kindled to an angry roar; and the parched stalks fed the raging flames until the lives of the slaves sleeping at the other end were endangered. But Jonntee heard it coming. Jumping up from his lamp he saw the lurid glare, saw the sparks leap high. He heard naught but the growl and snapping that he knew would soon be upon him. He started to run. stumbling, falling, crying out. Over the hard baked rice trenches he fairly flew, screaming a warning shrilly—now in French, now in English. The dry. sere lances of the stalks cut his bare chest; and worse than that the stubble slashed his feet. Still, with the spirit that brands men heroes, he ran on. with the fiery breath of the dragon on his back. There were no lights, for it was late, and had it not been full moon he should have run squarely into the first outpost of the quarters. Almost out of breath he awakened the dogs, and with them at his heels, he ran from cabin to cabin, crying to the sleeping slaves to save themselves. The negroes needed no second invitation. Seeing the ruddy light ' £ • Seventeen through the trees, and hearing the crackling and snapping, they almost fiercely seized their children in their wild dash for safety. As the motley crowd watched from the bluff of the river and saw the last of the cabins go up in smoke and flame they well knew that 'Old Marster' would have new quarters within a fortnight. That is one of the slaves' privileges. With this thought they trooped as gay as ever up to the main quarters. Only Jonntee's mother thought to gather up the inert mass which had saved the lives of all of them. She bundled the limp form into her arms and brought it to me. Helpless to move or speak he remained a paralytic the few years left of his short life. The negroes whom he had tumbled out of bed at such an hour swore that he had started the fire by some of his witchery, and several of the wenches took the trouble to tell him so. 1 think his helplessness to deny the falsehood killed him—martyr that he was. 'Sins of the father, ’you know. The terrible run brought the final stroke on. I am sure, for it was threatening him all the time. But. Xerxes, his run was an unsung marathon. Two of us. Jonntee’s mother and I, never believed anything else but that some barbecue fire started that blaze. But be that as it may, 1 have never grown any rice since, nor do I intend to. Still 1 have to endure that trader’s boast every season. ETHELRED LUNDY SYKES, 'll. PEACH BLOSSOMS To see peach blossoms on the slopes in Spring. You think how sad it is so fair a thing So soon should fade. But as I see them lying blighted, dead. They are souls of brief, sweet minutes fled. The truant, wayward thoughts of things unsaid. Each blossom a soul, a light, a fragile thing. Of swift awakening thoughts that come in Spring. SUSAN MABRY. ’24. Page High teen THE AESTREA LITERARY SOCIETY UN MAUVAIS QUART D’HEURE It was my Saturday afternoon to shoot trouble. This means taking care of all cases of electrical mishaps in the city, be it the simple matter of replacing a blown fuse in a residence and explaining to the usually flustered lady of the house that her light bill will therefore be two bits' more for each new fuse, or be it the delightful pleasure of hiking poles, repulling service wires, or the like. The long hours had dragged slowly by without a single call, and I had been giving the clock frequent inspections and letting my thoughts wander a few more hours in the future. A very special engagement was mine that night. A certain girl acting on my rather urgent plea had broken a date in order to give it to me—for which she seemed to think I should be eternally thankful. My dreams were interrupted by the jangle of the telephone, and answering it. 1 received directions to go to a section of the city inhabitd by members of th darker race, to see why in thunder a member of that racial fraternity was raising such a howl. In forty-five minutes my working day would have been over. 1 said a few things and ran for the door. Outside, this form of exercise was continued until Nineteenth Street came in sight, whereupon the desired street car was perceivd hoving out of sight. The twenty minutes wait for the next one would have been fatal, so I gave chase. At the end of the second block 1 staggered on board and leaned weakly against the door. Four blocks down the street, the car made an unfamiliar turn, which caused me to question the conductor. Pratt City car? He grinned. No. headed for the barn. Twenty minutes later 1 boarded a Pratt City car and sat down. 1 had read the name before getting on. The city fathers, in laying out the streets of this city, undoubtedly were endeavoring to construct a Chinese puzzle, the solving of same being left to the future generations. Upon alighting from the car I proceeded immediately to the given address, knocked and inquired politelv the nature of the trouble. 1 was given a cold stare and informed that there had been no trouble lately, family or otherwise. Explanations over, there followed a hectic half-hour tracing vague directions unsuccessfully, until disgusted. I sad down on a seat by the trolley line determined to return to the city. Momentarily my eye wandered to the high hung outside a store and thereon I discovered the name of the person for whom I sought. The trouble was simple, new fuses being the only things required, but when informed of the extra charge to be assessed, the negro objected on the grounds that reconnection of lights was free. On inquiry it developed that the service had been discontinued about a month before because of an unpaid light bill. Our sometime patron then claimed that he had paid the bill a few days before: but he could produce no receipt. I called main office, gave them the facts, and asked for instructions, and was told to call again in five minutes when they had looked up the records. Five times 1 called and five times was instructed to call again later. At last, when 1 was feeble-voiced Page Twenty and hope was low. came the order to leave the store without lights, since no record was found showing the bill to have been paid. At this juncture 1 heard the screech of an approaching car. and hurriedly removing the fuses started for the car line. Half way there my pliers were missed. The delay caused by returning for them made me miss the trolley. The boss grinned when I entered the office some time later, the grin broadened to a laugh at my attempted explanations over the phone to the girl. “Working? That’s what they all say! —click! JACK NELMS. 23. THE LITTLE BLUE SHIP OF TRUTH I he little blue ship of truth set sail On the billows of foam-crusted blue. Without a thought of a coming gale. So filled with joy. and courage, too. Sail. little ship, with calm, sure trust. With joy and courage sail; On. straight on. to your haven bright With clear and snow-white sails. Safely the haven you shall reach In spite of storm and gale. Oh. little ship, of truth so blue. Sail! Sail! Sail! JENNIE WOOD. '22. Page Twcnty-onf AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A PUPPY Well, here I am. nine days old! And I can see! That must be what all those strange voices meant, especially the gruff one when he answered the wee one. “Why. Sonny, they’ll open in nine days. My. but how funny everything looks, and so bright too. Goodness, but the world is small! f our sides and six mothers and sisters, and my mother! Oh. here comes another one of those voices; now maybe I can see what they look like. Ma, they've got their eyes open. Can I pick this one up? Oh. ain’t he cute? “Cute —1 guess that’s my name. Oh. the world’s getting bigger. Why, I can see just lots of things, and those voices belong to humans. One's little and funny looking and his name is Sonny; while the other is tall and good looking and her name’s Mother. My. but 1 wish Sonny wouldn't squeeze me so hard, ’cause I’ve just had my dinner. Oh. dear, now he's put me back again, but he didn't pick up the rest. Huh. 1 must be queer somehow. Gracious. I didn’t know there were so many people in the world. Here I’m not even a month old yet and I guess I must have seen millions of them. And why do they all pick on me so? Of all the remarks—honestly. I'm so mixed up 1 don’t know what to think. Some people call me “Cute.” others Pretty, but all the gruff voices say I’m a Cur or a Mutt; so for goodness’ sake, now what is a respectable wooly poodle to think? And what are my eyes for anyway—to punch? Everyone that comes either punches my eyes or pulls my ears or squeezes me; how do they think I'm ever going to gorw. if they keep turning me upside down all the time? Now here comes another one. Oh. isn’t she pretty? Goodness. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful in all my life. I wish I belonged to her. Oh. and I believe she likes me too. Listen! Oh. Bud, get me that one. Oh. isn’t he precious? 'Oo was muvver’s ’ittle Snookums, wasn’t ’oo? So that’s what I am. a Snookums! No. I can’t be a Snookums either, ‘cause Bud said. Snookums nothing; he’s a regular fish hound! Now who ever heard of a poodle hunting fishes? I’m so lonesome—way out here all by myself. I don’t see what my pretty Lady bought me for. if she’s going to leave me out in a cold box all by myself. 1 wonder if they don’t know puppies have feelings same as anybody else? But here comes my Pretty Lady. So I don’t care. Yes. oo was lonesome, wasn’t you? Kiss your muvver, darlin’. and kiss your Daddy, too. Daddy! For reaven’s sake. Sis, do you think's I'd be daddy to that. Get one of your old Jelly Beans to be its daddy. Jelly Bean—ugh! I can’t stand jelly and I hate beans, and. anyway, what can jelly and beans have to do with my Pretty Lady? But I guess he was only joking, ’cause she said they were dears” and slapped him. too. Now fhe’s a dear. so I wouldn’t mind having two of them. Page Twenty-two “Just for that I'll get a regular dog and show you what a-a-a Insect that it! Insect indeed! That’s another name. Still they come, it seems. So. this is the regular dog! Oh. oh. oh! He must be a giant, 'stead of a dog. Goodness, gracious, look at those teeth, and he hasn't any face at all. How in the world does he stand on those bow legs? Here’s a regular dog. Sic. Now we’ll see if your old Jelly Beans will be quite so numerous after they get a look at this. Well, if that's what it takes to keep the Jelly Beans away from my Pretty Lady, then please make me a Regular Dog! MARGARET MARVIN. ’22. AS NIGHT DEEPENS The Western hills turn purple, as the sun Sinks down behind them at the close of day; And darker still they fade, as one by one The minutes and the hours glide away. They softly fade until the night comes on. Until their forms show dim and dully grey— Until the last pale light of day is gone— The darkness of the night has come to stay. Then out of darkness come the haunting cries Of beasts and birds that prowl the woods and hills. The wind blows through the trees and sobs and sighs. With haunting sounds the black of night it fills. The night deepens and the whole world sleeps. But on its way the light of dawning creeps. JAMES EATON. ’24. ■A. Page Twenty-three THE CLIO LITERARY SOCIETY THE SILVER BOX I read the letter from Perry again; 1 could scarcely believe my eyes. It was an invitation to spend the Christmas holidays at Aunt Susan’s home with Aunt Susan and Perry—Perry of all persons! I laid the letter aside and opened the next one. It was from Mother. She knew of the invitation and gave permission for me to accept, as Aunt Susan was very urgent, and the time set by the invitation was concident with my holidays. Perry had ever been our subject of interest since Uncle Tom had adopted the orphan left by his best friend at his death. For a time we had heard frequently of Perry's accomplishments. Then Uncle Tom died, and with him Perry's ama2ing achievements, as far as we were concerned, for we were no longer in close touch with Aunt Susan and Perry. I had always loved my kind Aunt Susan. She had many a time saved me the sorrow of tears. Then, too. I was anxious to see Perry—the author of so many extraordinary ventures. Almost capriciously I wrote my acceptance to the invitation. On December twenty-fourth at noon 1 arrived in the mountainous little town of Haleville. The weather was ideal for Christmas. I he cold wind had been the harbinger of the snow, which seemed to fall thicker and faster. I was met by Perry and Aunt Susan, and in a short time we were approaching the house. As wc neared it, I saw a hugh lawn blanketed with snow, having as its central monument the mansion itself, stately, tall, and impressive. The spacious and luxuriously furnished rooms of the interior held a greeting for me which caused me to hold my breath in wonder. I had never known that Aunt Susan lived in a house furnished with every luxury that wealth can buy. The compelling interest of the living room centered, for me, around an enoimous picture that hung directly over the hearth. Even when I turned away, the picture seemed to hold my attention, and focus it upon itself. It was a life sized picture of two men engaged in a terrific struggle; one of them who seemed to have the best of the situation, strangely resembled Perry, though the expression on his face was the most cruel and dmonical that I had ever seen. He held a gleam'ng knife in the air above his enemy, who was almost in a sitting position on the ground, save for tho struggling foreleg, bent at the knee. The picture furnished the keynote of the room. Its coloring seemed to blend with the furniture, and even with the paper on the walls. Perry smiled as he saw me staring almost open-mouthed at the strange representation. Somehow, even the tmosphere of the room bore a relation to the p'eture; I felt strangely curious and mystified. Later in the day. Aunt Susan, wishing to make me feel at home, took me about the house, ending the brief excursion in the art gallery. I stood longest before two landscape pictures which clearly brought out the peace of sunset and twilight in a seemingly remote and very quaint village. At length dark came and after the evening meal we went into the living room. Without, the snow lay in huge drifts, for it had fallen all day. Within. ’ � «• Iwntty-fitr the fire on the hearth crackled, its tongues of color searching out the gloom of the room. Perry and 1 rumaged among the books and selected the ones we wanted to read, while Aunt Susan knitted. Something in the feel of the room thrilled me strangely and increased my curiosity still more. 1 could not read. For a while I merely looked at the words and pretended to read. This grew monotonous, the atmosphere became dull and heavy; I was obliged to look up from the book. 1 stared into the fire and watched the flames mingling and clasping one another. But the picture above drew my eyes. I had not the power to resist, so I looked up at it. The knife gleamed all the more and the struggle now seemed more real, more terrible. Then my eyes strayed to Perry, who wai still reading. He must have felt me looking at him. for he laid down his book. That picture above us is an excellent piece of art, I remarked. Yes. most excellent. returned Perry. Aunt Susan yawned audibly and begged to be excused. When she had retired. Perry took up the conversation again by saying. A strange story is connected with that picture. If you care to hear it. I’ll be glad to tell it to you. I'm sure. I would, I said. You. of course, know my relationship to your Aunt, do you not? I nodded. The relationship, as you know it. is not entirely true. My story will prove it. Some time ago I was touring Europe. While I was in France in a small village near Calais, the landlady of the house where I was stying asked me if I owned the large estate adjacent. This query astonished me and I replied that I owned no property in France. The old lady refused to believe me and begged that I go as a visitor to the estate to see if would not recognize it. Merely to please the old lady, I went. The door of the castle was opened by an old man. a servant. The moment he saw me he bowed obsequiously and begged me to come in. calling me 'Master'. I went in. protesting the while that he was mistaken. The old man would not heed me, and in half an hour he had convinced me that I was not Perry Lawrence but Pierre Calon. I learned that I was of French birth and that I had at an early age been taken to the United States and put under the guardianship of your Uncle 1 oin s best friend, who promised to care for and educate me as his own son and never to reveal my identity until I came of age. At that time, according to arrangements. I was to be taken to Frence where I was to come into possession of my inheritance, my estate having been left to the care of this faithful old servant. My father. 1 was told, had been compelled to do this in order to keep his feudal enemies from gaining our land and property. My foster-father, however, at the time of his death and in his last moments. became delirious and so could not leave any instructions concerning me. The old man gave me proof for everything; I could not refuse to be convinced. When I took possession of the house. I became heir to its treasures and it was among them that I found this picture. Page Twenty-six ‘A feud had existed for years between our family and a second leading family of that section. The genius of the opposing factor, an artist, in vindictive rage, painted this picture, his masterpiece, and sent it to my father. It indicates, of course, presumably, that he (my father) was cruel and terrible. Instead of destroying the picture, my father put it in the most conspicuous place in the house. The people of the village, however, because of Monsieur Calon’s' kindness to them, ridicluled the artist (who had previously painted many holy pictures for the church) for venting his spleen in so disgraceful a way. Later on. in the courts, a case that had been pending for some time between the families was won by my father. This made them ridicule the artist even more. Unable to endure their taunts he fled, vowing to get revenge at some time. After that my father was muredered and it was whispered among the village folk that the artist was guilty. Rumors later came that he was searching for me My life at the castle was like a pleasant dream; but it soon came to an end. Your Uncle Tom died and I felt it my duty to return to America. I persuaded the old servants to take over the castle, but they insisted that I keep the furnishings and the pictures you have seen here. The village scenes and this one are the most beautiful that I have ever seen. On my return. I bought this home for Aunt Susan, and furnished it. No one knows of my pleasant dream; but I believe I’m dismissing a load from my mind by telling you. perhaps, because I feel more and more convinced that before this year comes to an end the artist and I shall meet! I shall welcome the opportunity to settle my account with him. Then rising. Perry went to the library table, opened a drawer and took out a small silver box. displaying a magnificent coat-of-arms; the interior contained a ring, fastened to the bottom of the box. not unlike the key to a trap door. Under the ring were two letters. I looked closer. There were my initials! This box bears a strange relationship to the picture. The butler entered the room. Perry begged to be excused a moment, and the two went out. He returned and explained that a Frenchman had lost his way in a storm on the mountains and that a party was organized to search for him. He added that he was to join the pary. Glancing toward the box again he said almost playfully. If I don't return before Christmas evening, I want you to have the box as my Christmas gift to you. Perry never returned. The next evening the party brought back the body of the Frenchman and sadly told to us the story of the search. By the aid of a field glass, early that morning they had discovered the Frenchman nearing the top of a lofty peak. Perry, being an expert climber, volunteered to follow him. He reached the top of the peak and just as the men were ready to throw ropes to them, the Frenchman uttered a piercing cry. The two exchanged greetings it seemed, but. strange to tell, they began fighting. In the struggle both men fell from I'cujc Twenty-seven the mountain crest. I he lifeless body of the Frenchman was found: Perry's body was never found. Often and often 1 wonder as I look at the box what relation existed between the box. the artist and the pictures. 1 have never solved the mystery. ANNIE JACOBS. '24. SANCTUARY In our town there bides a timid spot, Secluded from most eyes. An oasis cool in desert hot Of city woes and sighs. In each dewy, mist-green fastness' show. An earthly heaven gleams. Where the trees in modest splendor grow. And birds weave wondrous themes. Thus, my dear, to me your heart appears To me who hold the key— A place beyond all smiles and tears To tell its mystery. RUSSELL SMITH. 23. jk. Page Twenty-eight THE AGLAIA LITERARY SOCIETY THE MIDNIGHT RESCUE The night was as black as ink. A soft, drizzling rain was falling, bathing the dense woods with its fine spray. The water dripped from the heavy foliage and ran away in small rivulets. There was not a sound to break the silence, save for the soughing of the wind in the leaves, or the call of some nightbird far off. The intense stillness was suddenly broken by a slight sound—then again silence. The sound was repeated. It was the snapping of a twig. Slowly and cautiously the dense underbrush was parted and a man stepped quietly out. He stood absolutely still for a minute, and then with the utmost stealth threaded his way through the intricate network of dark leaves. I o judge by his actions, one would surmise that he had a definite object in mind, and that his quest must be pursued silently and with great stealth, for he was picking his steps as best he could in the gloom, with the utmostcare. He went on in this way for perhaps half an hour, when suddenly he sank down on his knees, and remained in that position for some time, listening and peering intently ahead. His attention seemed to be attracted by a dull, red glow in the sky. probably a mile away. Regaining his feet and treading noiselessly, he again pursued his course. Slowly but gradually, the light in the sky increased in size and brilliancy as he hurried on. Now and then a spark would shoot up like a demon’s eye, glaring balefully at him. as it would frighten him away. But he still kept on. never faltering in his course, and grasping his rifle more tightly, as if very determined in his undertaking. The nearer he approached, the more he lagged, keeping up this snail’s pace until he was within about two hundred yards of the fire. Then he silently dropped to his hands and knees, and crawled the remainder of the way on all fours. He could hear sounds as he drew nearer, the crackling of the fire, and the guttural tones of savages. Finally, he reached the edge of the foliage and peered through. A weird sight met his gaze. Around a large roaring fire lolled a dozen savages, naked save for the loin cloths they wore. Some were talking, others were apparently asleep. They all were apparently waiting for a large caldron of water to boil. What instantly arrested the gazer’s eyes was a white man bound with strong cords to a post driven into the ground for that purpose. His was a face to strike sympathy in the hardest heart. A deathly palor overspread it, and his large horror-stricken eyes seemed fascinated by the caldron of simmering water. I here was no hope in his face, only amazement mingled with a terrible realization of what his fate was to be. His palor was in striking contrast to the complexion and coloring of his captors. With every move they made, their naked bodies gleamed in the firelight like polished ebony. Now and then, one or another would gaze hungrily at the prisoner and smack his lips in anticipation of the feast to come. The silent watcher in the rim of the trees had not arrived any too soon. How should he rescue him? What plan would be best to adopt? Should Thirty he use his rifle and trust to Providence? Why not play upon the superstition of the savages and, if that failed, then resort to the rifle? Yes. that was the best plan. But how could he play on their superstition? He considered a moment. He would try the expedient of weird noises. Suddenly the silence of the night was rent by a wild, appalling scream. Then ominous silence. Every savage jumped to his feet and turned terror-stricken eyes in the direction of the sound. Again came a long drawn-out scream ending in awful moans. All their courage oozed and with a despairing yell of terror, the savages broke precipitately and ran for the forest, soon disappearing from sight. The man in the forest ran swiftly to the aid of his comrade, cut his bonds with a sharp knife and together they vanished into the gloom. CYRUS MEANOR. 23. BEARERS OF THE RAINS Above, the drifting legions of the winds, Drifting and changing, never still. Form a phalanx, wheeling into line. Charging, and breaking on yon far off hill. Again a shift, and splendid towers rise. Turrent and domes, and many a watch-tower high; Embrasures thru which shafts of silver gleam The wind tossed castles of the sky. The castles fade and in their place, Rise mighty hills, and many rolling plains. Sheer cliffs, and graded terraces. Built all by bearers of the rains. GEORGE H. CLARK. 23. •A. Page Thirty-one ANGELIC CATS First of all, I wish to state that this is simply an effort to decide in my own mind which of two vague theories is correct, and to clarify my ideas on the subject, though, to be sure, there may not even be a theory; with which pompous preliminaries. I proceed to the matter in hand. You see. I'm trying to decide whether feminine human nature is inclined more toward charity or cattishness. Is that section of woman-kind with which I am most familiar, the high school girl, more truly happy when indulging in a long, lingering backhand scratch at her neighbor than when sweetly sharing hard-earned Math problems with her? I want to know. My personal experience sheds but confusing light on the subject. I have two friends, very estimable young ladies, who have agreed to join with me in an “Anti-Cat Crusade. Our methods are simple. Recognizing as we do that at best humanity is very frail, we agree that it is the part of wisdom to be broadmindedly liberal in our views. Therefore, to be eligible to the A. C. C.. one need not swear off completely. On the contrary, one hour in each week may be set apart for—well, friendly discussion of our friends’ failings and weaknesses. Every other hour during the week we are honor bound to refrain from catthhness. The particular chapter of the “A. C. S.“ of which 1 am a charter member is composed of only two other members, the aforesaid friends. Our meetings are held on Friday afternoon of each week on the homeward bound street car. The discussion is strictly informal—three people have been known to have the floor at the same time. We tear our friends’ reputations to shreds and have a lovely time doing it. The scratches are deep sometimes, but then, you see. we have such a short t me to scratch in. We feel duty-bound to make each moment count. Sometimes we purr, finding not a single thing to scratch. On the other hand, once we rode clear to town and back again, because we were having cuch a lovely fur-flying time in a combined assault on Mary Jane that we couldn’t bear to adjourn the meeting. All the foregoing would seem to prove that even the best intentioned of the gentler sex are cats in disguise and that they are happiest when yielding to their feline impulses. 1 had about reached this cynical conclusion, especially in view of the Mary Jane carnage, when a peculiar contradition of human nature up ct my theory. It was this way. I he Monday after the Mary Jane Friday, my fellow members planned to blossom forth. M----- in a new scarf. E---- in a new hat. They had jworn to guard their new possessions from the meddlesome trying on species, and I yearned to gaze on the treasures. As I hastened through the hails Monday morning, I bumped right into—Mary Jane! I hesitated before my recent victim, moved by some unknown impulse. Then, Mary Jane, would you like to borrow my Math? 1 faltered. Thar.k you so much! She beamed. Suddenly I noticed that she looked changed. I'aije Thirty-tw • Why. Mary Jane, what a beautiful new scarf and hat you have on! I exclaimed in honest admiration. Mary Jane laughed. They’re not mine, she said. M---------- insisted on my wearing her scarf, and E------just made me take her hat today. And now —you have lent me this Math I couldn't work. It’s so sweet of you! Smiling radiantly. Mary Jane passed on. A few moments later. I met M-------- and E------. Casually, oh casually. they let fall the transaction of the scarf and hat. With equal casualness. I mentioned the Math problems. Then with one accord, we of the A. C. C.” gazed at each other and grinned happily, understandingly. We had trimmed our claws very close. And that’s the way it goes—my theory has failed to materialize either way. Are cats happier than angels? 1 wonder. ANNE ELLIS. ’22. SPRING Now the days are fair. And everywhere A warm, soft vapor fills the air. And the songs of the birds sound near. And above, in the sky. I can hear the cry Of swift birds of the earth soaring high. All through the dreamy atmosphere. MARGARET M’CRACKEN, ’25. P Wc Thirty-three THE YANCEY LITERARY SOCIETY THE FIFTH ROLL It began late one afternoon. Elsie. Mother and I were down town, and just as we started home 1 inquired of Mother if the new Saturday Evening Post had come. Yes,” she replied. 1 bid it. I shrieked joyfully. Elsie and I arc both reading a perfectly thrilling continued story in it. Last week she got it first and I roamed in anguish about the house till she finished. As I remember, the heroine was falling out of a window when the story stopped. Thd poor dear had been falling for a week. Is it to be wondered that I was agonized? 1 shall stop here to state that Elsie is my big sister. I need not go into details about Elsie to those of you who have big sisters: and to those of you who have not, I could not. in so limited space, set forth the relation. I shall merely say to you that you have not known the agonies that life can hold. To pick up the real thread of this narrative, Elsie plainly heard me say I bid the Post. And when one bids a thing one—well, one bids it. and by all the laws of fair play is entitled to have it. But not so with Elsie—she is an exception to all rules. 1 now recall that when we reached home Elsie rather more quickly than usual discarded her hat and wraps. But poor credulous me I I suspected never a thing. It was not until I was coming down the stairs a few minutes after Elsie that a mighty wave of suspicion swept over me. an inkling that all was not as it should be. I finished the descent hastily and frantically yanked back the portieres at the library door, and there, oh, horror of horrors! was Elsie— comfartably installed in my favorite chair, reading the magazine which I had bid! I stood there and stared. It was most astounding! Had it been a few years earlier I should quietly have knocked her down and taken the book away from her. But for a girl of my years I consider that frightfully undignified. Now it is only in extreme cases that I resort to violence. Elsie did not look up at my motionless figure. I fancy I should have made a rather striking statue as “Arrested Action. She continued to revel, and I thought I detected a faint smile of triumph and relief upon her lips. She had probably been afraid that I would use violence, and 1 always have had more muscle than Elsie. I took counsel with myself, as our noble friend Julius Caesar is so fond of saying. Adopted this plan. I would heap coals of fire upon her curly head. I have always held Elsie’s curly hair against her. Why should she have curly hair when I have not. It simply isn't fair! 1 began by straightening the books on the table and tipping the light so that it fell with calculated nicety precisely upon her paper, meantime boiling inwardly, suffocated with an insane desire to throttle her. If she detected my wrath she made no sign but continued to read peacefully on. It was maddening. I stepped to the door and bawled up to mother, saying that I knew she had a headache and wasn’t there something I could do? To my immense relief she said no. I went so far as to go into the kitchen and in a booming voice, well calculated to reach Elsie's ears, inquired if I might not set the table for poor tired cookie. She looked a bit surprised. but. to my chagrin, accepted cordially. I could have burst, but I smiled sweetly at her and proceeded to set the table. I only broke one glass, stepped upon one spoon, and spilled the salt but twice. At dinner I wore a martyred expression and Elsie talked with a rather forced gaiety. 1 thought. At last she said. I thought I’d read the story so that you would have a chance to get some of your lessons and have more time to read the whole thing, you know.” ”Yes!” I shrieked, “you know jolly well, you know------1—you—I—” 1 banged on the table and grew incoherent. Doubtless you would have thought Elsie completely withered, beaten. Instead she pushed back her chair and howled, howled I say—really laughed! Imagine anything more disarming! To me she looked like an evil little elf. The two little curls she wears over her cars stuck up like horns and shook with her mirth. I looked at mother; she was sneezing violently behind her napkin. 1 looked at Dad. Surely he would see the appalling situation. But he was eating with uncommon vigor, and coughing a bit suspiciously. It was more than I could bear. I arose abruptly. “I don’t think I want any more dinner.” I said, with dignity. ' But, darling.” Elsie said between gasps, you haven't eaten your five rolls; you’ve only eaten four.” And she continued to howl. I proceeded with an injured air up the steps and to my room. I opened the door and slammed it hard, but remained on the outside. No sooner had the door slammed than the most unholy laughter broke forth from below. It subsided after a bit and 1 heard Elsie say: “Really, Mother, she’s the funniest kid 1 ever saw! Yes, but perhaps you shouldn’t have laughed.” Pooh!” said Elsie. I ask you. what would you have done? 1 Wc� s completely “whuped.” I went in my room, closed the door noiselessly and meditated upon what I had ever done to be thus cruelly punished with a big sister. No one disturbed me and I heard Elsie go out about half past eight. When Mother came to kiss me good night I uttered not a word but offered a cool cheek. Darling—what have I done?” Mother asked. Oh!” I answered, gazing moodily into space. Oh! what have you done?” She made a rather hasty exit. I tried to get my lessons but the fiendish laughter of Elsie still rung in my cars. So there being nothing more desperate to do. I went to bed. I judge it was about twelve or half past when I was disturbed by the opening of my door and the switching on of my light. I struggled awake. (It’s always a struggle for me to wake up.) And there was Elsie leaning over rrie with a box of candy in her hand. Here’ kid.” she said, as she held out a luscious caramel. I saved this for you. I know you like them and you missed your fifth roll, you know.” I took the caramel. I do not register any strong emotion when I’m sleepy, certainly not wrath. And I confess 1 did miss that fifth roll. The moon had come up outside the window. It hung just back of Elsie’s head and made a silver background for her. The two little curls over her ears stirred in the night breeze. She didn't look like a devilish elf at all. All is forgiven?” she asked, and bent over me till the little curls brushed my cheek. She held out another caramel. 1 took it. “Yes.” I said. SUSAN MABRY. ’24. “THE STUFF THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF” Everyone in the world today who has the gift of dreaming is to be envied. Yet if some one were to ask you to analyze, dissect, tear apart dreams —not night dreams, but day dreams—I doubt if you would know exactly what to say. But if you were very wise you would go to the fairies—the dainty, lovely, “good' fairies—who left their moonlight green in the land of the shamrock to come and enliven this prosaic new land of ours. And these fairies would probably say. “Why. take a bit of delicate. lacy cobweb, a fleecy, far-floating cloud, hazy mist and glistening dew drops, and slipping, sliding, silvery moonbeams; take laughter and tears, and love and the sweet scent of roses—and you have your dreams.” And if you were so bold as to ask the color, why I think the faircs would look very, very scornful—or perhaps they would blance at each other with little. amused smiles, and, in tones of pitiful contempt for us poor mortals who are condemned forever to dwell in this mundane sphere, they would say, “The color? Why. rose color, of course! But no matter how bold you may be or how many, many times you ask. the fairies will never, never tell how much of this, or how much of that it takes to make a dream, or whether the dream will be big and strong—a dream to live and grow bigger and stronger with the passing of the years-or whether it will be little and light and airy-fairy, a little breath of wind, or the flutter of butterflies' wings. I hey will tell you none of these things, because—sh! and I'll whisper— the fa ry folks do not know! And the reason they do not know is that every person's dreams are as different as the persons themselves! Wouldn t it be fun to find out if one had dreams glistening with dew and another with moonlight; or if some had dreams misty with tears, and others dreams bright with laughter and the scent of roses? It would be fun. but all this we II never know; the wisest fairies don't know. But we do know we can hope and wonder and dream on—bright rose-colored rose-scented dreams, dreams! RUTH TUCKER, 'll. Tngc Thirty-seven THE CURRY LITERARY SOCIETY SAXOPHONISM Any person who might have had occasion to pass the residence of Mr. Hampton Brown on a certain fair spring evening would have stopped in surprise. in the middle of the sidewalk, as a sound, emitting from the front door of the home, struck his ears. A few seconds elapsing, the surprised expression on his face would have taken on a peculiar, pained tinge. Then as a new noise smote his ears, he would have started with a horrified little motion, and passed quickly down the street, looking ever and anon over his right shoulder and shaking his head the while. Let us follow for a moment the thoughts that assailed one gentleman in particular as he experienced the three distinctive sensations. As the first thought wave reached his mind, he wondered why his wife hadn't told him that Mary brown was visiting her parents. Surely that wail proceeding through the open windows belonged to none other than her infant Chubby! Chubbby was only a year old and quite addicted to colic, as many conversations had informed him. And then, perceiving a small car parked rakishly in front of the house, he understood. The car belonged to Doc Gibbs. Therefore the child was ill. He was certain of it now. as the cries, becoming more and more distinct, reminded him of nothing so much as the wail of the original lost soul. However, in another moment, he became truly horrified, for a new’ sound smote his consciousness—a low throbbing note which rose steadily on the breeze, and wafted out to him in strong ripples. Poor Mary! She sounded as if her heart were breaking. He had always heard that Mary’s husband had too much money for his own good! And after that big beautiful wedding, with eight bridesmaids and a case of champagne tw’o years ago! So. taking to heart the affairs of his neighbors, a privilege belonging to small town folk, he passed down the street, shaking his head at the sad state to which this jazzful. joyous world had degenerated. Upstairs, in the Brown home, the sire thereof flung a magazine the breadth of his bedroom, and. shaking his fist at the unoffending object, said to his wife in a low’ impassioned tone: I've had enough! Enough. I tell you! I’ve stood it for one month straight, but 1 am not going to stand it another night! If that ---- Bill Gibbs expects to come into my house again, he can leave his ------ saxophone at home! I—I—. Here he stopped in angry sputters of wrath. Mrs. Brown threaded her needle and sewed on. listening to her husband, with a half smile on her face. He went on in the same low tone, his anger in no way modified: I said he can leave his --- saxophone at home! For one month I have been driven off my front porch —out of my living room. If 1 come home at night tired out, I can t even read my newspaper in peace! If I want to entertain my friends. I can t. The porch or the living room is occupied by that young—that youn—. Again the angry suptters. while Mrs. Brown broke the thread, and nodded her head, still smiling. Her spouse continued: If it goes on for another night. I ll lose my mind. I’ll go plain raving crazy. I wake up in the night and hear that fiendish noise! Page Thirty-nine Why the dickens ever invented that---------instrument? 1 reckon Doc Gibbs did! A good way to get patients! Buy his no-account son a saxophone and send him around to drive the neighbors insane! If he keeps it up I won’t need a doctor! I'll need the undertaker! I’ll—I'll—.” His wife took advantage of the hopeless sputters to say mildly: Now, dear, don’t go off like that! You know as well as I do that William Gibbs is one of the nicest boys in town. And he really is quite musical. Real inherited talent, too! 1 remember his father used to play the banjo beautifully!’’ (This last reminiscently.) That seemed to give her husband voice. ’’Beautiful! Bosh! Yes. beautiful bosh! Doc Gibbs knew about as much about playing on a banjo as 1 do! I hat young ruffian of his is just like him—conceited young whelp! Worries the neighbors like his father used to do! Ye Gods! If this happens in the spring—what about in summer?” Now, dear.” interposed Mrs. Brown. ’’William comes over to help Rosemary with her Latin. It is very hard for the child to skip an entire year, and as I told his mother yesterday it is more than kind of William to help her. Certainly it is all right for him to bring his saxophone if he wants to. and Rosemary is so fond of music!” Her husband did not reply. With a few characteristic snorts, he became silent. This evening was not the first of its kind. It had been preceded by a long success of like nature. Magazines and newspapers had been hurled vindictively at an imaginary foe and one time even a pair of bedroom slippers had followed the Saturday Evening Post to its resting place on the other side of the room. Something must be done! What did a person do when such a predicament presented itself? He had never heard of anyone’s inserting in a newspaper a want ad bearing words similar to these: ”T. B. M. would like cure for young saxophone player who usurps porch, living room, and gets on nerves for period of three hours out of twenty-four. Liberal sum paid, etc.” After thinking seriously for a few minutes, a half smile came and played about his mouth. By the time he was ready to retire it had grown almost into a chuckle and for the first time in a month he slept steadily the long night through. The next morning a gentleman who had retired the night before in an irate mood began his career of Sherlock Homes the Second. Indeed, no young detective ever started out in a more confident frame of mind. Scarcely had the cobwebby fragments of sleep been brushed from his eyes than Mrs. Brown, downstairs, heard him whistling a gay little tune. A moment later and the cook in the act of breaking an egg. was arrected by the peculiarly pleading notes of ”A Little Gray Bonnet with Pink Ribbons on It.” Rosemary was swept off her feet with astonishment when her father gave her a regular big hug—the sort that had been conspicuous by their absence for a month or so. But the miracle of miracles was yet to happen. On the way to school, he suddenly exclaimed. There’s Bill! Want to pick him up?” Page Forty Rosemary stared at her father with amazement, and then called delightedly. Oh, B-i-1-1, B-i-l-l! Want a ride? The scion of the Gibbs family was surprised, too. True, his visits to the Brown household had not been merely for the purpose of becoming better acquainted with Mr. Brown, but he had thought the habit of that worthy gentleman rather peculiar. For instance, he—Bill—walking jauntily up the street in the evening with his saxophone under his arm and spring in his heart would perceive the father of Rosemary seated on the porch reading the news of the day. His gait would naturally quicken because, above all other things did he want to converse with the father of his adored one—to make an impression, as it were. The eyes of Mr. Brown would, perforce, be raised, and light upon the form of the youthful musician. Upon arriving. Bill always found the porch occupied by Rosemary and her mother. Perhaps Doc Gibbs was right when he said that the bark of Mr. Brown was worse than his bite, but anyway, he was a queer old cuss. Nice weather. Mr. Brown. said Bill. Yes! Yes! Just fine. Puts new life into you. Yes. sir. replied the brilliant young conversationalist, who could not think of any words with which to make an impression. What are you doing with your music. Bill? came next. Ah! the kindly interest of Rosemary's father was gratifying, indeed. Doesn't he play marvelously. Daddy? interposed Rosemary. That was an inspiration which prompted the tongue of William Gibbs. Jr. 1 hope to do something with it. sir. Right now. I'm spending my time practicing a lot. and getting in a bit of extra practice at dances. Tonight, I’m going to play at a dance in Wildwood. Wildwood? That’s not so near. No. sir. it's not, but we have a way to go that will get us there in no time. You know. 1 belong to the 'Jazzful Four’—sorry that I haven’t a card with me. One of the boys is going to take us in a truck, borrowed from his father’s store. Rosemary seemed pleased. Thai’s nice. Bill. she said quickly. Yep, he went on. growing more enthusiastic. “We’re going over at three, so as to get there in plenty of time. School now being reached, the conversation came to an abrupt end. Your dad's feeling good this A. M.. whispered Bill to Rosemary. If he could have seen later on the person whose disposition inspired this remark, he would have wondered what had caused the exalted feeling. Mr. Brown raidated joyousness. Hastening to his office, he sent for a delapidated member of the Ethiopian race. Pressing a bill into the dusky hand, he divulged his plan. At the end of the conversation the individual shuffled out of the room. As he reached the door Mr. Brown called to him: Remember. Zeke, use the office truck! The evils that we do live after us. but they also stay with us. For a deep dyed-in-the-wool villian, Mr. Brown seemed unusually cheerful. The next Page Forty-one morning as he sat down at his desk he whistled happily under his breath, and then called to the office boy, Send Zeke in. A few' minutes later a dark shadow fell over the doorway, and looking up Mr. Brown beheld the long contenance of Zeke. What's the matter, boy? Lost all of your money last night? No, sah! Zeke sadly shook his head as he shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. Now. before you begin. Zeke, tell me one thing. Where did you leave that saxophone? The old darkey grinned. All over the road. Mistah Brown, all over the road I 'There now —with a sigh of satisfaction— begin at the beginning, and tell me all about it. 'Yas, sah! Yas, sah! Sho’ will. Well. Mistah Brown. I driv' out piece-ways on the road an' stopped ontil 1 seen the truck er cornin', and then I started back lodes it. Mistah Bill was sittin' on the edge, swingin' his feet, and holdin' his saxyfone case on the flo’ side 'im. I driv’ on pas’, an' brushed up agin the side, sorter skiddish like, an' that plumb knocked the saxyfone case out. 'cause Mistah Bill put out his hands to cling to the truck flo’. That saxyfome case spilled right out in the road, jes lak we figgered. But. Mistah Brown. I just’ didn't count on what happened next. That boy drivin' the truck must of been mighty skeercd. 'cause he jus’ joggled the steerin' wheel, and I had to guide quick-lak. but I couldn't help it. Mistah Brown. That truck jus’ hit the bank, an’— What? Our truck? yelled Mrr Brow'n. 1’se sorry, sah, but that car jus'—yas. sah. it jus’ plumb hit the bank, and there ain’t nothin' to do but git a new wheel, an' wind shield, an’ exle- c ose not countin' the tires— That evening the Brown home was permeated with an air of resigned sorrow. Sorrow, because of the hapless accident; resigned, because of the elemination of one disturbing element in life. Rosemary, asked her father, is Bill coming over tonight? Yes. sir, replied his daughter. “There he is now. Mr. Brown raised his eyes. He beheld the form of the youthful musician approaching, with spring obviously in his heart, and—Mr. Brown straightened—a long case under his arm. For the first time William Gibbs. Jr., was greeted at the home of his adored one by her father. Howdy do, Mr. Brown. Nice weather, isn’t it? Yes! Yes! Hear you had an accident. Bill. Tell us about it. Yes. sir. Nigger bumped into our truck. The Browns murmured sympathetically. Any—er—damage done? Smashed my saxophone to pieces. No! cried Rosemary. “Yes! nodded Bill. What is in that case, William? asked Mrs. Brown. Page Poriy-two Bill grinned broadly. Something I've wanted for a year, and didn t have enough money for. Now I can work in earnest. Wouldn't have it now, but I had insurance on my old saxophone. Lukcy, wasn't it? With that and the money that Dad gave me to fill in, I bought a brand new saxophone! With the insurance. repeated Mr. Brown dully. A minute later he said. Good night. Bill. and walked slowly into the house. His wife followed. Agnes,’ he asked, will you please come up into the attic with me? I want to find some ear muffs!” Outside, William Giggs. Jr.. was saying to Rosemary Brown: Gosh, you've got a great Dad. Sort of takes an interest in a fellow, doesn’t he?” EVELYN HEIDENRICH, ’2 3. nUc ly Ihrrc THE HILLIARD LITERARY SOCIETY MISCHIEF HATH CHARMS Laziness and Mischief walk hand in hand, doughty comrades they, assisting and abetting one another in all things undertaken. Laziness creeps upon his victim silently and stealthily, and. when his subtle cleverness has thoroughly engrossed his subject. Mischief peeps over one’s shoulder and lends his hilarity, or his silent mirth, to make the job complete. Then Punishment, big, strong, swift, and powerful, puts in his appearance, and at his approach Laziness and Mischief flee, leaving the victim to his tender mercy. I sat at my desk carefully considering my chance of passing the coming examinations, when, chancing to look up. 1 saw Laziness standing before me. Now he is a very engaging fellow and by his inviting smile he induced me to listen to him for a minute. As I was thus occupied I noticed Mischief approaching. his lips a straight line, but his eyes twinkling. He had something in his hand which to my surprise was a box of dark red false complexion or rouge. This he gave to me. saying: Take this and rub it on the faces of your friends: it’s lots of fun. 1 agreed with him: in fact. 1 thought it an excellent idea. So when Laziness had taken leave. Mischief and I started down the hall. Occasionally Mischief would punch me and point to someone coming toward us. Acting absolutely under his influence I would reach out and besmear that person's face with the rouge. Then Mischief and 1 would lean upon each other and laugh till the tears rolled down our checks. Again and again we did this painting job and each time we had our laugh. It seemed to grow funnier and funnier, and 1 could not keep from thinking what a jolly good fellow Mischief was to conceive of such a fun-making scheme. We even painted our own faces and stood off and laughed at each other. But life is not all merriment. When I had gotten back to my session room and Mischief had smilingly departed, 1 looked up and saw the horrible figure of Punishment bearing down upon me. I made no attempt to escape the inevitable. As he stood towering above me I looked at his hand and beheld therein sixty demerits. Then I realized that 1 had been occupied with Mischief I had failed to notice that 1 had been nearing the north pole” of Authority’s affection. But Punishment allowed me no time for meditation. With commanding gesture he pointed me to the office, and there I was handed a protentous slip of paper that registered eight hours. And who can say that to pour out an eight-hour libation of April’s sparkling wine is slight homage to the God of Retribution? REX SULLIVAN. ’23 Page Forty five On Wednesday. December 14. 1921, the students from the History Department gave a most enjoyable and instructive program celebrating the birthday of Alabama. The program was as follows: Alabama (by Peck)..................... Miss Jennie Wood Waterpower in Alabama.................. Miss Kathleen Moore April in Alabama (by Clement Wood).....Miss Catherine Wood Clement Wood, a Birmingham boy whose poems are widely known, is at present in New York, where he is engaged in literary work. I he poem being read by his sister made it doubly enjoyable. Miss Smith, head of the Expression Department, rendered a most delightful program in the auditorium on Friday, December the twenty-third. A Christmas Inn................................ Miss Lillian Fern A Kind of Feeling in the Air ..............Mr. Richmond Beatty Two Little Candles........................... Miss Susan Gould Vocal Solo............. .......... Miss Mary Elizabeth McClure Christmas and the Old Year..................Miss Elizabeth Crow The program was most appropriate and was thoroughly enjoyed by the students. January 3 and 4. 1922, marked the highest point of interest in the Seniors’ year, election of the Senior Class officers being held at that time. Excitement surged high among the students and all were greatly plascd and justly proud of th officers elected to represent the Senior Class. Those elected for this honor were: President......................................Mr. Davis Rox Vice-President......................... Miss Elizabeth Shannon Recording Secretary..........................Miss Mabel Fahey Page Forty-six Corresponding Secretary Treasurer................ Prophet.................. Historian................ Orator................... Statistician ............ Pianist.................. Vocalist................. Poet..................... Essayist ........... Violinist................ Artist................... ............Mr. William Britt .......Mr. Bruce Robertson ............Miss Ethel Wohl .......Miss Kathleen Moore . .....Mr. Emanuel Goldstein .....Mr. Edward Pennington ....... Miss Elizabeth Gcwin Miss Mary Elizabeth McClure ..........Mr. Ethelrcd Sykes ...........Miss Ruth Tucker ..........Miss Vere Fortner ..........Mr. Clarence Berk The Yancey Literary Society on Friday. January I 3, 1922. gave a most interesting and educational program on colleges. The question of college is now the big factor in every Senior's life, so that the program was in keeping with the class spirit and justly appreciated by it. 1 he program was: Working One’s Way Through College ..........Mr. Clarence Berk College Entrance Requirements Mr. James Hendrix Choosing a College................... ... Mr. Meyer Newfield January 20. 1922, was perhaps one of the most thrilling days of the year, for on that day the football sweaters were given out. The program was turned over to Miss Elizabeth Shannon, president of the Athletic Association. After the High School song. Mr. Ordway spoke a few words, and Coach Myers was then called. He gave a most stirring talk on the qualities of an athlete, these being aggressiveness, obedience, concentration and determination. Davis Rox. as captain of the team, told what they had accomplished and thanked the team for their earnest work. Miss Shannon then presented the Seniors with their ' 22 letters, which they had earned in the class football contests. After Miss Shannon expressed her appreciation of the students' cooperation. the sponsors presented the sweaters to the boys who had so ably represented Central on the gridiron in 1921. Central endeavors always to keep up with the times, consequently when the Disarmament Conference was being widely discussed, th Hilliard Literary Society prepared the following interesting program for auditorium: What Was Accomplished at the Conference..........Mr. Leroy Sims The French Attitude...................... Mr. Richmond Beatty The Far East Question........................Mr. Arthur Brown The papers were well written and appealed to the students because of the timeliness of the topics discussed. As an appropriate opening for the new semester. Dr. Alexander Johnson came, as one of our first speakers, to tell us why and how to be healthy. Page Forty-seven THE ART CLUB Dr. Johnson, a representative of the Red Cross( made his message a very significant one. He was cordially received and the High School undoubtedly profited by his talk. Recently, Central has been fortunate in having two very prominent speakers on Citizenship.” On Friday, February I 7, Dr. George Eaves, whom we all think of in connection with his work for the Anti-Tuberculosis Society, gave a most interesting talk. He was also, by the way. the cause of our learning a beautiful hymn, the Russian Hymn. one of his favorites. On Friday. February 24. Judge William E. Fort made a very live talk, giving us several pointers about how to be good citizens. Both these speakers were cordially received as bearers of helpful messages. Friday. March 3, was a red letter day on Central's calendar, for was it not then that the Glee Club entertained us with song? The club, under the skilled direction of Miss Kitts, always acquits itself with distinction, but this time the boys sang unusually well, and were forced to respond again and again to encores. Sweet Kentucky Babe and Smiling Through were two of the favorite selections most cordially received. How we wish that Glee Club Days' in auditorium would come oftener! On Wednesday and Thursday, March 22 and 23. 1922, Dr. David spoke to the Juniors about the fund to be raised for the Near East. Dr. David is a native of Assyria and his heart is thoroughly in his work, so that his talk was sincere and appealing. He gave vivid pictures of the famine in his country and brought forcibly to the students’ minds the fact that we should give liberally to those suffering in Assyria. On Friday. March 24. 1922, Mr. Douglas brought to High School Mr. George Cromwell Blower, well known here through his many lectures and his class work. Mr. Blower gave tests of his wonderful powers of memory— an innovation in High School highly appreciated by both students and teachers. Friday. March 31. 1922. Dr. Glenn spoke to the Seniors on some impending issues. His talk, of vital interest, was concerned with the old High School and the new one. He told of what the boys and girls really deserve, and what the city is trying to give them. He described for us the auditorium, and prophesied for us a pipe organ in the new' John Herbert Philips High School—and for once a prophet was not without honor in his own country. The Curry Literary Society prepared the following program for April 5, 1922. on Student Government: What Student Government Means to School Spirit.............. .........................................Mr. Palmer Porter Student Government As A Training for Citizenship............ ...........................................Mr. Sol Harelik The papers, well prepared and well delivered by pupils participating in Student Government, gave added impetus to all student activities. On April 6. 1922, Central had a visitor w'ell known by his works. Mr. Page Forty-nine S. J. Cole introduced to ut� Dr. McPherson from the University of Ohio, who is one of the authors of the texts used in our Science classes. Dr. McPherson’s talk was highly enjoyed because of his unique way of presenting scientific data. WHAT THE R. 0. T. C. IS DOING The unit is much larger this year than last. There are seven companies, four regulars and three rookies. William D. Britt is batalion major and instructor of the entire battalion. John Bartin is major of the regulars. who drill at the seventh period. First event of the year was rifle competition between schools of the Fourth Corps Area R. O. T. C.. held in the Central armory. Birmingham High Schools (Ensley and Central) won thirteenth place. Company B was the honor company the first semester and was awarded blue stars. Sponsors for the company are Misses Gertrude Buffington and Sarah Martin. At the time Company B was awarded stars. John Barton was captain. With impressive ceremony. Miss Elizabeth Shannon, battalion sponsor. decorated each man of Company B with a star. Sponsors for the other companies were there witnessing the awards. Sergeant Jack Groves of Company C was given a crimson and white pin as a reward for being the neatest non-battalion commissioned officer of the battalion. Edward Hopping of Company A was given a ribbon for being the neatest private of the battalion. The biggest thing of the whole year was the hike to Camp Andrews. The object of the camp was purely pleasure, but all were benefitted in a military way. Guard mounting, patrolling, signaling and other things relative to camp life were carried out. Just who will be the honor company this semester is a question. All the companies have about the same average. The individual aspirants for the ribbons are also running a tight race. The company that wins the stars this semester will compete against Ensley for the silver cup. We have all watched with a great deal of interest and pride the steady growth of our school library. As a memorial to the gallant Orville Coston. a 1913 graduate of Central, who made the supreme sacrifice in the late war. his classmates, friends, and former club-fellows have donated five hundred books. This worthy donation has increased the number of volumes of our library from sixteen hundred to over two thousand. Central High School reveres the memory of Orville Coston, and feels indebted to Mr. Harry White, chairman of the committee, and his able assistants: Mrs. J. D. Moore, Mrs. Will Givens, Mrs. Harold Bissell, Mrs. Ed Archibald. Mrs. T. B. McCarty. Miss Irene McCrossin, Miss May Wilson. Mr. G. Maass, Jr., Mr. Irwin Kenney. Quite an interesting and indeed the most enthusiastically received of the student program was that given in auditorium on Central High Friday. April 2 I. Anne Ellis gave in a most interesting way the History of Central. Paul Bowron told of the Achievements of Central, bringing in splendid examples of old Central graduates who have won fame in the world. Margaret Marvin concluded the program with the wonderful prophecy of the new Phillips High School. Pag ' Fifty The publications which come to the Exchange Departmentof Central High School are representative of the work done in the schools throughout the United States. Every time a student examines a paper or magazine from a rival school he gets an immediate and lasting impression of the school represent-d, his ideas of school life and activities as a whole are broadened, the comparison between his own Central High and other high schools of repute proves interesting. Below we discuss some of the schools that you may know' what we get from their papers. “Blue and Gold. Atlanta, Ga.—We can hardly speak too highly of your splendid magazine for it is certainly well balanced. The literary department is excellent. The poem entitled, The Youcan Trail, published in the January number is very good and really makes you believe “you can! We hope to hear from you again! The Student, Portsmouth, Va.—Your magazine is very good and reflects much credit on your staff. It also shows that your school has plenty of “pep. Your literary department is good, but why not enlarge it? We are glad to exchange with you! “The Industrial Times, Kearney. Neb.—We enjoy having your magazine on our exchange list. It is indeed good. We find only one fault with your paper, and that is a sin of omission rather than commission. You haven t an Exchange Department. Why not establish one? Come again. The Roman. Rome. Ga.—The literary department could hardly be improved upon. The stories are intensely interesting and well written. We like the Exchange Department, too. I w'onder why? I hanks for the splendid comment on the “Mirror. “The Triangle, Detroit. Mich.—We like the appareance and atmosphere of your paper. We make a special comment on Ex Alia Terra”—it is a dandy good story. We appreciate your Exchange Department, too. Welcome! Page Fifty-one THE GLEE CLUB BOYS’ GLEE CLUB If you have the blues and sign Don't give up at last and cry; Just slip round to Avenue F. To the winding building on the left; Let rythrn in harmonious strain Soothe and rest a tired brain. And if you call this music noise Because it comes from only boys. I’ll tell you that their songs arc best For that they’ve stood the age's test And with their melody they blend As stirring tales as e’er were penned. Central’s Glee Club is the name Of our order, worthy by fame; For under Miss Kitt s guiding care We have met the footlight's glare. Officers must not be left Praiseless in endeavor-- Countless efforts have been applauded And in glory and success recorded— George Nealeans is grand president; That he’s surperb is evident Prom the work thus far achieved. Floyd Lawley and ’Bob Bowden too Read us the law—and that is due Prom vice-president and treasurer. This little jingle doesn’t begin T o tell of our singing, such a din! So if you want to be given a treat Just step around and listen— Our music can’t be beat! THE PEN AND INK CLUB Along the halls to room I 5, That’s w'here the artists stay: And you’ll find there at any time Our pen and ink in play. Page Pi fly-four We line in headings by the score Which never see the light of day, For till we’ve worked them o’er and o'er We cannot sight O. K. By pale and artificial light We sketch and oil and color. And if you think we make our mark Why. there’s Miss Comer—you tell ’er! From great painters of long ages back. Putting their soul in their work, Comes the pervasive force of appeal To the world, where the new forces lurk: To the Art Club of Central High— Of our school world the very fine part— Comes the silent appeal. To study great men, and their art. and There are many who never will paint Pictures so famous as theirs: But to know high endeavor And Truth as the masters have taught, we THE COMMERCIAL CLUB Dear old Commercial Club. What mem’rics' round thee cling; What joys so manifold Our thoughts of thee do bring! Through life’s varied happy scenes Jolly times of work and play. Learn through us. Learn through them. Learn of them. Page Pi fly-fire I wonder how many you’ve shown— In mart or trade--the way I Through mazes of business life You’ve offered us a guide. And by your ethics taught We’ll never turn aside. EUTERPEAN Behold a herald now appears all dressed in cloth of gold. He has a message to impart, if he may be so bold. A play’s to be presented soon, ’tis Going Up by name. And by ye good Euterpean Club which well deserves its fame. Now all the modern thrills it has; it is the play of plays. Forsooth, 'tis thick right to the end with airplanes, fiances. The hero is a charming chap, you’ll adore him at first sight. And the heroine? You'll love her. too, and very well you might. When I impart to you her name; but there! I cannot tell— What does she do, what does she wear, her eyes, her ahair? Ah, well. Why bother me when you can see. the twenty-ninth of May. The lass and all her many charms in Going Up, ” the play. Jefferson Theatre 8:30 O’clock. Come early and avoid the rush.” TO YANCEY Hail to thee, Yancey, acme and symposium Of all that stands for worthiest club perfection! To thee alone is due the exaltation Of such a hapless rat as I into my better station As touching books, and learned dissertations On literary topics of sublimest unction. Deep from my grateful heart. Mindful of benefits conferred I raise to thee my voice so deep inspired. Ancient thou art. in history preceding All of thy followers and club contemporaries, Along the time worn lines of school traditions Of standards high, and personnel, so chosen. That all may emulate, but none excel Thee in thy chosen field of high endeavor. Forth from our feeling hearts Conscious of the gratitude we owe. Let us raise higher yet these honored standards. Page Fifty-six Memories we have of such distinguished members As. Mr. K— and Doctor —, and such good fellows As Wilson, Leake, and Sykes the talented Orator with his tried and proven colleague Goldstein, who with the same success Trains his best thought upon affairs financial. Pride in such names as these Loud calls for words of praise From all you Yancey men thus emulated. Ever to thee, Yancey, when the year’s ended Comes compensation in fair guise of picnic Joy-fest of parts, spring time of fancy. Realm of enjoyment, and of things appertaining I o friendship and liking, and such social features As form the tradition of former club functions There, let the voices swell. Once more the proud refrain— Hail to thee, Yancey, and again all hail! HILLIARD Who has not felt the spirit that has moved us? Who has not known the source from which it came? Who doubts that through it all the name and glory Of Hillard has not grown in scope and fame? In feeble words these lines would strive to breathe The joys and pleasures that our club has known. But. ’till you’ve seen and known and felt our spirit. Our thought—in reach and heigh—you'll never own. PIERIAN Central High School! Listen, listen! You remember that bright morn When Pierian was founded The minds of school girls to adorn? It would teach us of the masters, Men. who wrought with greatest care. Central High School! Listen, listen! Many meetings have gone on Many maidens have enjoyed them Splendid work this club has done! It has taught us of the masters. Men. who wrought with greatest care. Page Fifty-seven Central High School! Listen, listen! To us knowledge, rich and rare. Of the modern poet was given By Pierian all this year. Knowledge of the modern masters. Men. who’ve wrought with greatest care. O. Clio, name to honor and revere. Whose praises turn heroes and noble deeds To marble immortality and rear Among mankind ideal, lofty creeds. Bring aid to those united in thy name To tell what they have done of great and grand. Of good report and truly worthy fame For dear Old Central, home and native land. While going in and out, a faithful, loving band. Our motto is. Ich Dien —we serve, but they Best serve who most improve themselves. All true Reform begin at home. And so each day. With care and keen delight we study through The books that hold the wisdom of the ages Nor yet do we forget our modern lore. The precepts of our best and latest sages; Thus minds attain to heights unknown before And hearts hold love and simple faith forever more. W'e’ve studied quite a little bit Of all things 'neath the sun. And though we've worked so faithfully W've really just begun. There's music, art and poetry, And drama and philanthrophy, Wilson’s “Wrong Twin's philosophy. Short stories quite a few. A little work, but mostly play, A song, a game, a tea, “It’s lots of fun! I know you’d say If you came down to see. ASTRAEA Page Fifty-eight On April first comes social tepi . With stunts and jdkes and careless glee. And joint debate on Henry Ford Who wants to buy Wood’s “Glory Rood,” And how to swell our membership By lure of “Round the Orient” trip . . . We’re proud to say we did it. too. And yet we’re just American girls With rosk checks and short bobbed curls. On us the hope of the future reposes . . . Let’s rest a bit and powder our noses 1 Central High School need not worry For the welfare of the Curry. From the high and low semesters. From the sages to the jesters, We are coming, Central Fligh School. And we'll do our best for you. We are setting out for glory In the field of oratory. Never ceasing in endeavor. We’ll be coming on forever. We’ll bring honor to the colors red and blue. With their aspirations royal. All our members ever loyal. In their efforts are succeeding. Our high standards ever leading. We shall hail each Curry vict’ry great and loud Ever since the club was started It has e'er true faith imparted. By our labor and privation. Earnest prayer and org’nization We have prospered. Central High School. And we hold your colors high. In the mystic days of yors When walked the gods with lordly mien. Then maidens fair in glist’ning sheen Gathered windy shells on Neptune's shore. These maidens of no earthly type. With tripping steps and gracious smiles. CURRY AGLAIA Page Fifty-nine Laughing nods and beguiling wiles. Danced to the notes of Pan’s own pipe. Among them, one from all the maids Was rightly held to be most fair. Who hid herself from garish glare, Deep in the depths of Latona's glades. Asked mighty Jove from Olympus’ skies. And who is the maid with bewitching grace. Who hides from us her radiant face— She with moss-rose mouth and iris eyes?’’ Then answered all the other gods in chorus: Fis a maid whom we cherish and revere. To whom is given Agalia for name. Whose only wish—that she in fame, FOR BEAUTEOUS DEEDS, BE WITHOUT A PEER ” wAv Page Sixty ATHLETICS DEDICATION The Athletic Editor dedicates this department of the ’Mirror to Central’s staff of coaches, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Myers and Mr. Orr; the sponsors, and the ever-supporting student body. Mr. Myers, who had charge of football and basketball, has turned out two more teams worthy of representing the Crimson and White. Our football team went through the season with five victories, one tie. and one loss. For the third consecutive time, once under Coach Burbage and twice under Coach Myers, our basketball team has gone through the season undefeated. Mr. Thomas, head of the athletics at Central .is now in charge of baseball. Working with a green bunch of inficlders and outfielders along with an inexperienced pitching staff, he is seasoning out a fine scrappy team. Mr. Orr. who is a new addition to our faculty, is in command of the track team, the first one turned out in five years. As to his ability in this line, judge for yourself from the fine showing our boys made at Tuscaloosa after having only a few weeks to get in trim. Our sponsors. Misses Susie Smith. Naomi Jaffe. Elizabeth Shannon. Elizabeth Gewin, Lorain Webb. Marie Strong. Mary E. Strong, Eugenia Evans, Frances Ledbetter. Florence Lyle. Lillian Gibbs and Amanda Parker, have completed their term of office and we can all justly say that there was never before a more deserving staff. The student body has been as loyal to the different teams as the American soldiers were to their commanders during the World War. Every athlete who has won the distinction of wearing a C wishes to thank the rooters for their wonderful support. BASKETBALL Gil Meyers, after turning our an undefeated team the previous year, was face to face with the fact that with only one veteran he must uphold his laurels as well as those of Central High School. T om Anderson, captain-elect, was the only veteran. However, the work of Byrd. Cook. Young. Mills. Moore, Sellers. Holder. McRoberts, Cy Ander- Payc Sixty-one THE EUTERPEAN CLUB son. and Copeland soon revealed the fact that although Central would not have as experienced an outfit as last year, it would certainly have a bunch of scrappy, co-poerative ring tossers. CENTRAL 27; SHADES-CAHABA 22 Playing their first game of the season and showing a very poor brand of basketball. Central barely nosed Shades-Cahaba out by the narrow margin of five points. The game itself ended with a score of 20-20, which necessitated an additional period of five minutes, in which the Central tossers found the gash for seven points which Roberts and Company were making only one goal. Byrd was the illuminating feature for Central, scoring 10 points. Sellers was close behind, with eight—all foul goals. Cecil Anderson, playing in Captain Tom’s place, rang two pretty ones, while Young and Cook showed some excellent guarding. Red Roberts was the feature player for Shades-Cahaba. making I 0 points. CENTRAL (2 7) Young, guard ..... McRoberts, forward McDaniels, guard Bunt, center fg. fig. P- t. tp. 2 0 2 1 4 0 8 3 1 8 5 0 0 0 10 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 1 0 2 1 1 0 1 3 0 0 2 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 — — — — 0 9 8 3 27 22) fg. fig- P t. tp. 2 0 2 0 4 5 0 2 2 10 1 0 2 1 2 0 0 2 I 0 0 0 1 0 0 1 4 1 0 6 — — — — — 0 4 10 4 22 berts. 1 out of 4: Bunt. 4 out of 7; Roberts. 0 out of 2; Evans. 0 out of 2. Referee—Ervin (Drake). Pane Sixty-three CENTRAL 27; WARRIOR 26 Still displaying a rugged, fumbling, inaccurate brand of basketball. Central nosed Warrior out by one foul goal. Byrd once more led the Crimson tossers. making six field goals for a total of twelve points. Captain Anderson, who was allowed to get in the game the last half, rang up three pretty goals and gave a fine exhibition of floor running. Mills and Young displayed some fine guarding, making Warrior shoot most of her goals from past the foul line. Creel was the high pointer for Warrior, while Attaway was a very brilliant defensive man. CENTRAL (27) Fg. Fig- P- t. tp. R. Moore, forward 2 0 0 0 4 Sellers, forward 0 3 0 1 3 Burns, center 0 0 1 0 0 A. Moore, guard 0 0 0 0 0 Holder, guard 0 0 0 0 0 Copeland, guard 0 0 0 0 0 Byrd, center 6 0 1 0 12 T. Anderson, forward 3 0 0 2 6 C'. Anderson, forward-center 1 0 1 0 2 Me Roberts, guard 0 0 0 0 0 Young, guard 0 0 1 0 0 Mills, guard 0 0 1 0 0 — — — — — Team 12 3 7 3 27 WARRIOR (26) Fg- Fig- p- t. tp. Creel, forward 3 6 2 1 12 Kaley, forward 4 0 0 0 8 Shipp, center 2 0 1 0 4 Branlett, guard 0 0 4 2 0 Street, guard 0 0 0 0 0 — — — — — Team 10 6 8 3 26 F oul Shooting—Sellers, 3 out of 4; Byrd, 0 out of 3; T. Anderson. 0 out of 4; Creel, 6 out of 1 I. Referee—Ervin (Drake). CENTRAL 31; MORTIMER-JORDAN 24 At last—for the first time—Central uncorked a real brand of basketball. Coach Gil sent in an entirely different line-up from his previous ones, which certainly worked wonders. Team work, uncanny shots, and good floor work along with superb guarding spelt defeat for the Jordanites. Page Sixty-four Cook and Byrd ran neck and neck for shooting honors, both finishing with five field goals to their credit. But the real exhibition of guarding and floor running was given by Allen Moore. Not far behind him was Captain Ace. who as usual played a consistent floor game, passing to the open Crim-sonites. very seldom taking a shot himself, but even at that he rang two pretty goals from difficult angles. Little, star forward for M. J.. was rather big in his shooting, making fourteen points, the highest single score for the night. Rogers displayed fine guarding ability. CENTRAL (31) fg- fig. P- t. tp. T. Anderson, forward 2 0 0 1 4 Byrd, forward 5 0 0 0 10 Cook, center 5 0 0 0 10 A. Moore, guard 0 0 0 0 0 Young, guard 1 2 1 1 4 R. Moore, forward 0 0 0 0 0 Sellers, forward 0 1 0 0 1 1 0 0 0 2 Mills, guard 0 0 0 0 0 McRoberts. guard 0 0 0 0 0 Team 14 3 1 2 31 MORTIMER JORDAN (24) fg- fig. p t. tp. Stubbs, forward 2 0 1 0 4 Little, forward 6 2 0 1 14 Byrd, center 1 0 1 0 2 G. Rogers, guard 0 0 4 0 4 F. Rogers, guard 0 0 0 0 0 Jenkins, guard 0 0 0 0 0 Team 11 2 6 1 24 Foul Shooting—Young. 2 out of 5; Sellers. 1 out of 3; Little. 2 out of 4. Referee—Ervin (Drake). CENTRAL 22; JEFFERSON COUNTY H. S. 17 Once more dropping into bad habits of fumbling and missing easy shots. Central barely defeated Jefferson County by five points. Byrd. Young and T. Anderson were the best shots for Central, scoring 20 of the 22 points. Moore and McRoberts displayed at time some real guarding. Self was Jefferson's star. He ran the floor well and scored I 1 of his team’s I 7 points. Page Sixty-file THE COMMERCIAL CLUB CENTRAL (22) fg fig. P- t. tp T. Anderson, forward 2 0 2 0 4 Byrd, forward 4 0 0 0 8 C. Anderson, center 1 0 2 0 2 McRobcrts, guard 0 0 1 0 0 Y oung, guard 2 4 2 0 8 Sellers, forward 0 0 0 0 0 A. Moore, guard 0 0 0 0 0 Team 0 4 7 0 22 JEFFERSON COUNTY H. S. (I 17) fg fig. P- t. tp. Clay, forward 0 0 3 1 0 Sharritts. forward-guard 0 0 1 0 0 1 0 1 0 2 Self, guard 4 3 0 1 1 1 Mayhew, guard 0 0 4 0 0 McKinney, forward 2 0 0 0 4 Team 7 3 9 2 17 Foul Shooting—Young. 4 out of 9; Sellers. 0 out of 2; Self. 3 out of 7. Referee—Ervin (Drake). CENTRAL 37; DORA 12 Playing like the champions they are. Central snowed Dora under in their annual contest. Byrd and Captain Anderson were in the limelight with their conspicuously accurate shooting. L.illian and Young were guards of the demon variety. Jack, playing his first varsity game, put the much-needed fight and team work into the contest. Young, playing his last game, put up one of the finest exhibitions of guarding yet seen in prep circles. The Andrews brothers were Dora’s best bets. ringing eleven points be- tween them. CENTRAL (37) fg fig. P- t. tp T. Anderson, forward 4 0 2 4 6 Byrd, center 8 0 2 0 16 McRoberts. forward 0 0 4 1 0 Young, guard 2 0 2 0 13 Lillian, guard 0 0 4 0 0 A. Moore, guard 0 0 1 1 0 R. Moore, forward 0 0 0 0 0 — — — — — Y earn 14 9 15 6 37 Page Sixty-seven DORA (17) fg fig. P- t. tp. L. Andrews, forward 3 3 0 3 9 P. Andrews, forward 1 0 3 1 2 Haughton. center 0 I 4 1 2 Ballenger. guard 0 0 4 0 0 Harbour, guard 0 0 3 0 0 AJair, guard 0 0 2 0 0 Wodo. center 0 0 0 0 0 Team 4 4 15 5 12 Foul Shooting—T. Anderson. 0 out of 1 1 ; Young. . 9 out of 22; L. An- drews. 2 out of 18_ P. Andrews, 0 out of 3; Haughton, I out of 2. Referee—Ervin (Drake). CENTRAL 61; CULLMAN 20 Having hit their stride and determined to keep it up. Central defeated Cullman High School, her sixth consecutive victim, 61 to 20. Byrd. Cook and Tom Anderson shot 50 o fthe 61 points. McRoberts, Mills and Holder showed guarding of great ability. Baird and Young were Cullman’s stars. Line-up—Central (61): T. Anderson (18) and Byrd (20). forwards; Cook (12), center; McRoberts (4) and Mills, guards. Cullman (20)-Wever and Baird (8), forwards; Ray (4), center; Young (6) and Carroll (2), guards. Substitutions—Cullman: Camp for Young. Young for Wever. Sapp for Ray. Central: Sellers (5) for T. Anderson. Jaffe for Byrd. C. Anderson (2) for Cook, Holder for Mills. Moore for Holder. Copeland for McRoberts. CENTRAL 38; WETUMPKA 16 Central had little trouble in downing Wetumpka in a one-sided game, featured by the guarding of Holder and McRoberts. Cook, with 17 points, and V. Anderson, with 10, took off the scoring honors for Central. Ingram and Lyery were the only Wetumpka men to have an eye for the basket. CENTRAL (38) fg- fig- p. t. tp. T. Anderson, forward 0 2 1 10 Byrd, forward 0 1 2 2 Cook, center 7 2 0 17 McRoberts. guard 0 1 0 4 Holder, guard 0 1 0 2 Sellers, forward 1 0 0 3 Moore, forward 0 0 0 0 Page Sixty-fight C. Anderson, center 0 0 0 0 0 Jaffe. guard 0 0 0 0 0 Mills, guard 0 0 1 0 0 — — — — — Team 13 8 8 3 38 WETUMPKA (16) fg- fig- P- t. tp. Ingram, forward 3 1 2 4 7 Kelley, forward 0 1 0 1 1 Bateman, center 0 0 0 1 0 Sewell, guard 0 0 0 2 0 A. Lewis, guard 0 0 0 0 0 L. Lewis, guard 0 0 2 0 0 Lyery. forward 3 2 0 0 8 — — — — — Team 6 4 4 8 16 Foul Shooting—Cook. 7 out of 1 3; Sellers, 1 out of 2; Ingram. 1 out of 3; Kelly, I out of 6; Yycry, 2 out of 4. Referee—Ervin (Drake). CENTRAL 26; SHELBY COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL 18 Central's warriors came through their first real lest by a nice margin and proved to the sport loving students that they had a team worthy of the Crimson and White. Byrd and Cook shot all of the goals, but they were kept fed by the able pass work of Tom. Gene and Harry. Gene and Harry did some excellent guarding, making the Shelby fellows shoot from past the foul line on almost all occasions. Whorton was Shelby’s star; the big forward had an uncanny eye for foul shots. CENTRAL (26) fg- fig- P- t. tp. T. Anderson, forward 0 0 0 2 0 Byrd, forward 7 0 1 2 14 Cook, center 1 10 2 1 12 McRoberts, guard 0 0 0 1 0 Holder, guard 0 0 3 0 0 Team 8 10 7 5 26 SHELBY COUNTY (18) fg- fig. P- t. tp. Worton. forward 3 8 1 5 14 Fulton, forward-guard 1 0 1 0 2 Allen, center 0 0 4 0 0 Fancher, guard-forward 0 0 0 0 0 Pa ye Sixty nine THE BASKET BALL TEAM Crumpton, guard 1 0 4 I 2 Black, guard 0 0 0 0 0 Kimbroughh. guard-forward 0 0 0 0 0 Perry, guard 0 0 1 0 0 Burton, center 0 0 0 0 0 Team 5 8 11 6 18 Foul Shooting—Cook. 10 ont of 16; Worton. 8 out of 12. BASEBALL On the eve of the first work out of the candidates who indulge in the national sport. Central was awed by the fact that her coach. Gil Meyers, had left for New Orleans. But it helped in a way. for it brought out from retirement that coach. Homer L. Thomas, who turned out the wonderful football team of 1917. Despite the fact that he had only three varsity men to use as a nucleus, Coach Thomas has worked hard and industriously, and. as a result, has turned out a team worthy of the name Central. At the time the Mirror goes to press our percentage in the Won and Lost column is .500. but the writer predicts a higher mark will be reached before the end of the season. CENTRAL 1; BLOUNT COUNTY H. S. 0 Hoster. pitching his first game, showed masterly control and aided by wonderful fielding turned in a victory for the starter of the season. Yeilding and Williamson were the batting stars of the day. Pig got two out of four, one being of the extra base variety. Shep polled in the winning run with his drive in the ninth frame. Central scored the only tally of the day in the ninth inning, when Carroll walked, then stole second. Holder also walked, Yeilding forced Carroll at third and Williamson crashed a single to left, scoring Harry. The pitching of F. Bains and the fielding of Vernon were the shining points of Blount County. which has a well balanced CENTRAL ab. r. team. h po. a. e. Carroll, third base 3 0 1 1 7 1 Holder, left field 3 1 0 0 0 0 Yeilding. center field .... 4 0 2 1 0 0 Williamson, right field .. 4 0 1 1 0 0 Chambers, catcher 3 0 0 5 3 0 Galbaugh. short stop .... 3 0 0 0 6 0 Smith, first base 3 0 0 14 0 1 '«� «• Srventy-oni4 Gourley. second base 3 0 1 3 3 1 Hoster. pitcher 3 0 0 0 1 0 — — — Totals 29 1 3 27 20 3 One out when winning run was BLOUNT scored. COUNTY ab. r. h. po. a. e. C. Murray, left field 4 0 1 4 0 0 B. Bains, catcher 4 0 0 7 1 0 Brown, right field 3 0 1 0 0 0 Clyde Murray, second base .... 3 0 0 2 0 0 N. Murray, first base .... 3 0 1 4 0 0 Vernon, third base .... 3 0 0 2 3 0 A. Bains, short stop .... 3 0 1 1 1 0 Jones, center field .... 2 0 0 4 0 0 F. Bains, pitcher .... 3 0 0 1 1 0 — — — — Totals .... 28 0 4 25 6 0 Score by Innings: Blount County.................................000 000 000—0 Central ....... ..............................000 000 001 — 1 Summary—Two-base hits. Yielding. Brown. Stolen bases. Yielding, Carroll. Base on balls, off Bains 2, Hoster. Struck out by Bains 7. Hosier 4. Douple plays. Hoster to Gourley to Smith. Carroll to Gourley to Smith 2. Chambers to Smith. Runs batted in. Williamson I. Left on bases. Blount 2. Central 4. Earned runs. Central I. CENTRAL I; SHADES-CAHABA 6 Fighting every inch of the way, Central was defeated by Shades-Cahaba in a battle that was much tighter than the score indicates. Hits in the pinches and errors by Central at critical moments gave Shades-Cahaba a lead too great to overtake. Hall pitched masterly ball and two of the hits secured off him were of the scratch variety. He also was the batting star of the day, getting four out of five. Hoster pitched fine ball at times and if he had received the support given him in the first contest, both the score and game might have been different in more than one detail. Chambers, besides catching a great game of ball, got two of Central’s four hits. CENTRAL ab. r. h. po. a. e. Carroll, third base 4 0 1 2 1 0 Holder, left field 4 0 0 2 0 1 Yeilding. center field 3 0 0 1 0 1 Pane Seventy-two Williamson, right field 4 1 1 1 0 0 Chambers, catcher 3 0 2 6 0 2 Galbaugh, short stop 3 0 0 1 8 0 Smith, first base 3 0 0 10 1 0 Gourlev, second base 3 0 0 4 1 0 Floater, pitcher 3 0 0 0 1 0 Totals 30 1 4 27 12 4 SHADES-CAHABA ab. r. h. po. a. e. Goods, center field-short stop 4 2 1 1 3 0 Roberts, first base 0 1 0 9 0 0 Evans, catcher 5 1 1 10 0 1 C. Hunter, third base. 4 0 1 1 1 0 Acton, pitcher 2 0 1 0 0 0 Curl, right field 3 0 0 0 0 0 Hall, short stop-pitcher 5 0 4 0 0 0 Fowler, second base 5 0 0 0 3 0 A. Hunter, left field 5 2 2 3 0 0 Pools, rifht field-center field 4 0 1 0 0 0 Totals 4 1 6 1 1 27 7 1 Score by Innings: Shades-Cahaba 002 103 000—6 000 000 01 0—1 Summary—Two-base hits. Chambers, Poole. Three base hits. A. Hun- ter. Williamson. Stolen bases. Carroll, Yeilding, Galbaugh, Goods. Roberts. Acton. Base on balls, off Hoster 2. Acton I. Struck out. by Hoster 4. Acton 2, Hall 8. Passes on ball. Chambers. Left on bases. Central 4. Shades-Cahaba I 1. TRACK After practicing two weeks, Central sent twelve men to compete at the University of Alabama’s track meet for prep schools. In the face of the cream of the state. Central took off second honors. Gene McRoberts and Buck Street were our leading scorers. Gene took off one first and one third; Buck finished second twice. Harry Holder was the only other Central man to take a first place. Snead Seminary finished first with 28 2-3 points. Central High School second with 26 1-3 points. Ensley High School third with 18 points. FINALS 100-yard Dash—F. Street. Simpson: Levvy. Woodlawn; McRoberts. Central. Time. 10 2-5 seconds. I age Seventy-three 200-yard Dash—F. Street. Simpson; Walker, Pickens County: Levvy. Woodlawn. Time. 24 3-5 seconds. 440-yard Dash—Holder, Central; Broughton. Ensley: Dennis. Bessemer. I ime. I minute and 2-5 second. Half-mile Run—Smith. Snead; E. Streit, Central; ITarrington, Snead. Time. 2 minutes and 16 4-5 seconds. Mile Run—Smith. Snead; Batten. Albany; Mendenhall. Ensley. rime, 5 minutes and 14 3-5 seconds. Mile Relay Race—Snead: Bridges. Smith. Gipson. Wilkins: Central; Beatty. Crawford. E. Streit. Holder; Ensley. l ime, 3 minutes and 55 seconds. 120-yard High Hurdles—Gipson, Snead; Hassler. Ensley; Brock. Bessemer. Time. 19 seconds flat. 220-yard Low Hurdles—Hassler. Ensley; Beatty. Central: Wilkins. Snead. l ime, 2 7 4-5 seconds. Broad Jump—McRoberts, Central; Sanders, Aliceville: Barton. Jefferson County. Distance, 19 feet and 1 1 3-4 inches. High Jump—Spring. Ensley; Bowron. Central: Dunaway and Harper. Snead (tied for second place). Height, 5 feet 4 inches. Pole V’ault—Sanders. Aliceville: Beatty and Thompson. Central; Brock. Bessemer, and Steinberg, Woodlawn (tied for second place). Height. 9 feet. Shot Put—Merrell, Talladega; E. Streit. Central; Hugerman. Aliceville. Distance. 38 feet 5 1-2 inches. Discus Throw—Merrell. Talladega: Bridges. Snead; Speed. Pickens County. Distance. 105 feet 3 inches. Javelin I hrow—Calley, Aliceville; Merrell. Talladega; Wilkins. Snead. Distance, I 40 feet 7 inches. I hus we drop the curtain on the season of '21- 22, which has been a most successful one. CENTRAL’S RECORD FOOTBALL Central High School... 75 Cherokee County H. S. 0 Central High School. 42 Disquc High School 7 Central High School. 33 Shelby County H. S. 0 Central High School . 0 Walker County H. S 7 Central High School.. 21 Bessemer High School 13 Central High School 0 f usealoosa High School 0 Central High School 21 Ensley High School 1 3 Central's Total. ... 192 Opponent's Total 40 BASKETBALL Central High School 27 Shades-Cahaba H. S. 22 Central High School.. 27 Warrior High School 26 Central High School... 3? Mortimer-Jordan H. S. 24 Central High School 22 Jefferson County H. S 17 Pane Seventy-four 37 Dora High School .... 12 Central High School 61 Cullman High School .... 20 Central High School 38 Wetumpka High School 16 Central High School 26 Shelby County H. S 18 Central's Total............ 269 Opponents Total.......... 155 BASEBALL Central High School 1 Blount County H. S 0 6 Central’s Total Central’s Grand Total . 2 Opponents’ Total... 463 6 Opponents’ Grand Total....................201 ATHLETIC NOTES At a meeting of the Athletic Committee the following were passed on to receive basketball letters for the season ‘2 I-’22: Captain Ace’’ Anderson. Curdy Byrd. Red Cook. Jelly McRoberts. Runt Holder. Wee Sellers. Rube Moore. Cy Anderson. Louzy Mills and A. C. Young. Sft) Page Seventy-five THE GAS JET CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL ITS A GASOLINE AGE When I go to heaven. I am going to have a Rolls Rough car.” said Robert Saunders to Dr. Sykes. Said Sykes to Saunders, who had just ridden in his Lord. You’re fixed now as far as having a Rolls Rough car is concerned, but how in tarnation did you get it in your head that there arc autos in heaven? Said Saunders to Sykes. Don't you remember that evangelist who was here last year? Well, in about that last part of this sermon he said, If you obey the commandments on earth then I will carry you to my home on high . Said Saunders to Sykes. I hear that you have resigned your job of playing the piano at the Champion? Said Sykes to Saunders. Yes. tis true. I resigned by request of the patrons of said theatre. I was asked to resign because of playing inappropriate music. How was that? asked the sympathetic Saunders. It all came about when the picture entitled 'When the Whale Swallowed Jonah’ came to our theatre and the manager asked me to play music that I thought suited the scenes. Well, when the whale swallowed Jonah I played ‘Gone But Not Forgotten.' and when Jonah got his release I played You Can’t Keep A Good Man Down . A PLEA FOR FUNDS Rats, Sophs, and to-be Seniors, lend us your ears and purses. We JUNE. 1922 beg you for funds for the starving Alabama Rattle Snakes. These helpless creatures were once employed by the Jazz Hops as noise supply agency. But the manager of that concern decided that their music was too tame so he discharged them. We plead and beg that you will contribute a dime, penny, half penny, peso, frank, centime. or. if it comes to the worse, a mark. All contributions will be gladly received, as the poor creatures are really without raiment and food. Thanking you in advance. Arthur Lawson. Chairman. James Green. Drayton Nabors. A CHAT Say. you with the black hair, come over here, I want to talk with you. I’ll admit that wras a bit swift and cheeky of me to address a strange! in that manner, but it is nonsense for two healthy and normal boys to ride a hundred miles on a train and not become acquainted, isn't it? Well, my name is Robert Cole and I have just gotten out of school to take this week-end trip. So your name is Bowden? Any kin to Bob Cowden over at Central High? No? Well, I did not think you were, because there is just four feet difference between you and him. You think that I exaggerate? Well, to tell the truth. I did—but not much, just about two feet. Do I know Wilson Tyler? Well. Page Seventy-seven I should smile. There ain’t three pounds difference between him and me but to hear him tell it. it’s more like two hundred prounds. Isn’t it peculiar how fat people think that the other fat person is fatter than themselves? Now. I know that Wilson weighs more than I. but he won’t admit it. When I get back home I will tell him 1 saw you. You want me to tell you about Central High? Where shall I start? At the begenning? All right, the beginning it is. First, Central is just about the best school in the world. To be exact, it is. Well, we won't argue which is the best; naturally you think that your school is the best and naturally 1 know that mine is the best. Whoa! We won’t come to blows about it. But to continue the old parable. 1 usually get to school about 8:39 a. m., and go straight to room 3. where I write my name on the wall and tack R. O. T. C. or Lab after it. What is Lab? Well, it’s a place where you find out whether water is H20 or NaC I. It really doesn't matter, you know, except with your monthly giadc. After that I repose my garments, my outer garments, of course on the hook, consisting of head piece and toga. Miss Chambliss sayr. if you are a poet you should use poetic language. Just today 1 heard Frank Young say in the Lab. Hark, I fear that some nitric acid has descended on my hand and is causing pain in said member!’ He will be a poet some day. just mark my words. What other studies do I have? Well, let me see. I have English, Chemistry. R. O. T C., Spanish and Math. What teacher do I like best? Mrs. Slade. What does she teach? Well, to be exact, Tom, she is the most popular teacher in tho school. She doesn’t nag. she doesn’t make you come to class, but you just die if you can’t come, and she gives a person his lesson and tells him to digest it. What does she teach? Well, she teaches parables mostly. One. that men shall not live by bread alone,’ illustrated by apples on Tuesday; another. ‘let your appetite be your guide and your pocketbook your limit.' Say. Tom. have you all studied ’Comus’ by Milton? No? Well, you surely have missed something. At the first part of the poem he comments on the weather and describes the scenery, but about three pages over the action started. First, Comus was introduced, and if I can read, and 1 think I can. he was a modern Beau Brummel. Then it told how he would give a person a drink of hooch and it would turn him into goats and pigs. (But he had nothing on the modern bootlegger, for his hooch turns people into corpses.) Then the heroine was introduced, and by the way the print read she was a humdinger for looks, and a deaconess for virtue. We read over about two pages and she got lost in a wood. After she had sung about half a page Comus pops up on the scene and offers his services as a guide. But he slips up in his smooth talk and tells her a story. lie. fib. prevaracation (choose the one that suits you) and she loses faith in him. Then he offers her the hooch, which she declines with thanks (which is not modern). F'ayc Seventy-eight Then they had a big pow wow till her brothers rescued her. I tell you. Tom. it was just like a modern story, except for her refusing the hooch and her brothers rescuing her instead of a lumber jack. Do you get off here? Well. 1 certainly am glad that 1 met you, Tom. and hope to see you soon. By the way. Tom. what did Wilson Tyler weigh when you saw him last? ’ Forlorn and lank her lank and ravaged tresses hang. Her skirt is bobbed to match her curtailed hair: Across her brow a trimly scissored bang Lies plasterwise; her eyebrows, plucked with care. Are arched like segments of a chocolate heart; Upon her cheeks red risks, from rouge-haubed rags. Proclaim the matchless candor of her art. Which found its model in the Nippon flag. In fearsome contrast are the lips and nose Of this much-tended face of eighteen years. Below, a flame, above, dense arctic snows— And yet no sign of natural thaw appears. Now that I've done this honest portrait of her. I wonder more than ever why 1 love her. Has any teacher given you a 1 00 � yet for repeating the following: Good morning. Madam. said Eve to Adam; Good evening. Sir, said he to her. Fellows, we editors have been beating it around old Central for quite a few years, and in that time we’ve discovered that the best way to get on the best side of an English teacher is to spring some original similes. but still we advise you not to try the following: Her lips quivered like a light auto. He edged nearer to her until he was almost as close as the air in the subway. But his mind, like her face, was made up. Her hair drooped on her pallied cheek like seaweed on a clam. He gazed amicously at her face, the way a person in a taxi gazes at the face of the meter. EDITORIAL To the Subscribers of the Gas Jet: We. the editors of this semi-annual periodical, wish to enlargen our already heavy circulation of the Gas Jet. So any body who can answer the following three questions will receive n free copy of the Mirror published at High School: Wanted to Know: Is that the same half-dollar with which Mr. McGlath-ery has called his class to order for the last ten years? Wanted to Know: What formulae George Stien uses to make his hair look like he has not put vaseline on it. When these questions have been answered, put them on the desk in Room 2, and the teacher, with the help of Mr. Ordway and Mr. Gregg, will decide the winner and present him with a ticket to Bessemer—for he is too bright for Central High. Paye Seventy-nine Jim—Wonder who the bird was who said that Friday was unlucky? Jam—He must have been a fish. Phil—I heard that you sang a song after the hold-up man divested you of all you had except your A-B-Cs. Johnny—It is true, I did sing a song. Phil—What -was it? Johnny—Leave me with a smile. John Rooney—Mr. Ordway. can we take this test over if we fail? Mr. Ordway—Certainly, next fall. AN ODE BY SHORTBOY The shades of night were falling fast, I he fool stepped on it and gave her gas. A crash—he died without a sound. Then they opened up his head and found Elcelsior! EXTRAVAGANT Ed Pennington—Just burned up a $100 bill. I-rank Young—When did your rich uncle die? Ed—He isn’t dead. I'rank-Well, why do you burn up a $ I 00 bill? Ed—It is easier to burn ’em than to pay ’em. As a steamer was leaving Athens, a well dressed old darky pointed to the distant hills and inquired: Say. white man. what am that stuff on dat aire hill? That’s snow, he replied. I thought so, too. but that nigger in the boiler room say hit was Greece. Miss Chambliss—Define trickle. Earl Evans—To run slowly. Miss Chambliss—Define anecdote. Earl—A short, funny tale. Miss Chambliss—Use both in a sentence. Earl—The dog trickled down the street with a tin can tied to his anecdote. A football mustache is eleven on each side. And he used power on his hair to see how he would look at sixty-five. YOU RECKON SO? If a freight train was going fifty miles an hour, would a grasshopper? No. but Underwood. And some one said a tomato can. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. If it wasn’t for the Gas Jet W Page Highly The ■'Mirror” would bust. (Remember, seven years bad luck.) HEARD IN LAB What color is methyl-orange? Red, I think. If an oxy-acetylenc blow torch saw some of this gas. it would go drown itself. Miss Lynch—Now, let's be definite about the time element. Florence, when did it happen? You run to dates. The cows are in the meadow. The sheep are in the grass. But all the simple little geese Are in the Freshman class. Bill Britt—So she winked at you. What followed? Jelly Lynch—Why. I did. off course. A woman’s only a woman. But a good cigar is a smoke. A man is only a man. But a Jelly's a pretty good joke. Have you a letter from your previous employer? No. sur, replied Mr. John Barton. Iain't expectin' to hear from him either. We parted friendly, but we ain't carrin' on no regular correspondence. Pa. what are cosmetics? Cosmetics, my son. are peach preservers. Barber—Do you want a hair cut? Ed Leake—No. I want them all cut. Xmas comes but once a year. For that I’m glad you bet. After dreaming what you hoped for Ain't it awful what you g£l? FOUND IN A TRIG BOOK If another flood should come And the water rise up high. And everything would be submerged. This book would still be dry. IMPEACHMENT THREATENED-SCANDAL IN HIGH OFFICE We editors think it is our duty to report certain scandal which we hear whispered about. It is a sad duty, but duty is duty, so here it is. I he Class Prophet has predicted a vast number of the Senior Class to become laundry wagon drivers. We are telling you so you can keep it quiet. Now. if you tell this to some one else be sure to tell them not to tell it. and if they do. tell the ones they tell not to tell. We believe this is the best way to prevent our Senior Class from being disgraced. The younger darkey looked up at the big bag in amazement and then said: “I wonder what keeps that balloon up in the air that-a-way? Well. replied the older darkey, it is caused by various causes. Sometimes it is caused by one cause, and then again sometimes it is caused by another cause. She laid the still white form beside those that had gone before. No groan, no sigh from her. Suddenly she let forth a cry that pierced the still air. making it vibrate into a thousand echoes. It seemed as if it came from her very soul. Twice the cry Page Eighty-one was repeated, and then all was quiet again. She would lay another egg tomorrow. Here is the original of all the mother-in-law stories in the world: As Mr. Caveman was gnawing at a bone in his cave one morning. Mrs. Caveman rushed in and said. Quick, get your club! Oh. quick! What’s the matter? growled Mr. Caveman. Saber-toothed tiger chasing mother! gasped his wife. Mr. Caveman uttered an expression of annoyance. And what the deuce. he asked, do I care what happens to saber-toothed tiger? EVEN IN THOSE DAYS All Rome appeared to be in flames. In every direction the sky blazed with the light of reflected fires, and from below rose sounds of tumult and confusion. On a balcony of the imperial palace stood Nero, smiling out upon the burning city—and se-renly fiddling. Beyond in an antechamber. Nero's auntie was ringing a fire alarm. In dash Poppoea Saluna. Nero's wife, wringing her hands. Oh! Oh! wailed Poppoea Saluna. “the dreadful man! They say he had it set afire himself---every- body's talking about it! Why, the old fire-bug, excla:med Nero's auntie. And there he stands, playing that frightful fiddle as if nothing had happened. I wouldn’t mind, only he's the worst fiddler in Rome! In extreme agitation Poppoea Saluna rushed out upon the balcony. My lord, she cried, forgetting in her excitement to bow. Rome is burning! Cans't thou not do something about it? Without ceasing to fiddle, the emperor winked reassuringly at her. My dear Poppy. quoth he. calm thyself. 1 here is no cause for alarm. I ordered this little conflagration myself. and it will bring many shekels into the coffers of state. You see, dear, it's going to make a five-reel thriller. But—. I am burning Rome, grinned Nero, for the movie rights! Sir Lancelot, in days of old. Wore armor made of steel. And everywhere this knight did go Right noble did he feel. He was invited into court To dine with Lady Hausers. He spilled some water on his suit And rusted his best trousers. Oh, a looter who tooted a flute Tried to tutor two tooters to toot. Said the two to the tutor: Is it easier to toot Or to tutor two tooters to toot? If all the world was apple pie. And ail the sea was ink. And all the trees were bread and cheese. Pray, what would we have to drink? Mr. McPherson, who talked on Chemistry to the Seniors, made the statement that the only thing he believed impossible was perpetual motion. He’s never seen Marlin Harris chewing gum. has he? Found! The essence of laziness! A barber that will cut your hair and then use the old part when he combs it. Piujc Eighty-two (Central Jligtj Jgkhnol Class 1922 iHotto: “Jfaber cst quisque fortuuae suae’’ Colors: “itloss (Oreen anb (Olb Vosc” Jfloluer: “Vusscll luise Organization Presibent litre-Presibent Vecorbing Secretary Corresponbiug Secretary (Treasurer Prophet Historian (Orator Statistician Jiauist - llocalist - JViss poet - - - Essayist Violinist Artist - £ v. Vabis Vox iWiss tflizabeth Shannon iViss iWabel JFabeu iVr. Itlilliant Hritt iiir. Hruce Ixobertson ifliss tltbel iHiss Hiathlecn iHoore JRr. tlmanuel (Oolbsteiu pHr. Ubluarb Pennington iViss l£lizabrth (Ociuin iiltry Elizabeth JKcClure Jftr. ttbelreb Suites Jiliss Vntb (Tucker iiiiss Here iFortner iVr. Clarence Herb PROPHECY: A. D. 1929 Oh. a letter and from Birmingham! Gee! I’m always so glad to get mail from home. (Tears open envelope.) And it's from Bill Britt—perhaps some news from the class of ’22 ; 1 hope so— ( Reads) Birmingham. Ala., December 3, 1929. Dear Ethel: I know you will be interested in hearing some news of the members of the Class of '22 at C. H. S.. being so far away from home as you are. We've really started something new this time—something which, we hope, will prove a success. Here is our plan—we will publish quarterly a little paper giving society dots concerning the Class of 22. The subscription rate will be very low—Irene Henckell and Sadie Cohen have agreed to do our typing, and so the rate will be just enough to cover the cost of printing. I am sending you a sample copy of the first edition printed. Should you decide to subscribe, which I trust you will, please let us know at once. Sincerely, WM. BRITT. Cor. Sec., Class 22. What a marvelous idea! Will 1 subscribe? Why it’s useless to ask. And this must be the paper here. Oh. I can hardly wait till I get it open— (Reads) THE CRIMSON AND WHITES OF 22 Dr. Davis Rox. President of Yale, was in Birmingham recently to visit his parents and friends. During his stay here he was entertained at many luncheons and banquets—one of the most notable being the banquet given at the Tutwilcr by Drs. Paul Kuhne and George Bilbe—respective presidents of Birmingham-Southern and Howard Colleges. Yale's Coach of Athletics. Mr. Thomas Anderson, commonly known as Coach Tom, was in Birmingham at the same time and was an honored guest at all these social functions. Messieurs Robert McNeill and Milton Yielding, coutouriers, have established an exclusive shop in Birmingham, having as mannequins Eloise Latta, MoIIie Beck Jenkins. Frances Orr and Cynthia Fowlkes. An anti-dance movement has been started in Birmingham. Supporters proclaim that dancing is positively degrading. Leaders are Loraine Webb. Kathleen Willis. Janice Nowell and Naomi Jaffe. They are organizing a society in connection with the movement in order to belong to which one must solemnly promise never again to sway to the irresistible rhythm of such syncopations as Everybody Step or the Wang Wang Blues —in short, never to dance again! And they have gone one step farther—they promise to flee from the blaring sounds of the saxophone or the shrieks of the trombone. Among those already pledged are Frances Ledbetter, Elizabeth Smith. Lillian Gibbs. Ellen Giles. Murdoch Meriwether. Allison Ament. Arthur Lawson and William Lowrey. Vincent Russo and Charles Allison are running a peanut farm near Altoona. They ship exclusively to the C. H. S. Lunch Room here, and are find- Pofft Eighty-five ing it hard to supply the ever-increasing demand of Miss Sue McClue, the manager. Don Fullbright. a recent graduate from a well-known chiropractic institution. has opened an office in the Jefferson County Bank building here. He is already well known and established here and his success is certain. Assisting him are William Thorpe and Ferris Hogan. Harry Robertson, now the heavyweight champion of the world, is in Bir-m'ngham for a short time. Bruce Robertson, William Cobbs and Carl Lundstrom are in South America studying various kinds of monkeys. They are planning to tame some of these and have them shipped here to the Avondale Zoo. Another invention perfected in the Magic Cityl Edward Pennington has invented a tiny instrument which cuts off all sound waves. That is. one can have it concealed on his person and never be troubled by the noises around him. High School students say it is of untold value to them. Eugene Zeller and Saul Goldstein are sole agents for this greatly desired article in this city. Marianne Lyles and Elsie Dillon have established a novel detective system here, called ■'We’ll Find 'Em Agency.” Nellie Hamilton. Alice Goldstein. Kathleen Staples. Thelma Montgomery. William Hughes. Henry Robertson and Harry Cole constitute their force. Gertrude Clapp. Mamie Lee Wilson, Camelia Middleton. Lucile Hanes and Annie Young will leave next week for China, where thy will go as missionaries. Since the recent test, conducted by the heads of the Police Department, has shown that women make better traffic cops than men. many women have been added to the force. Just recently Miss Annie Lee Hall, one of the recently appointed cops,” was awarded a medal for preventing an accident between one of Britt's ambulances, driven by Harry Moore, and the Biggio Rolling Drug Store, driven by Reese Lloyd. Miss Hall blew her whistle at the psychological moment and saved the day. Others. Ollie Belle Casaday, Dorothy Davis. Knoxie Faulk and Christine Tobin promise to do equally as good work on the force. Inza Allen. Ruby Burns, Amelia Abelson and Annie Blumin are expecting to open aother Business College on Third Avenue soon. They instructors there will be Emanuel Copeland. George Hays. Max Kimerling. Essie Cole. Frances Birch. Myrtle Garner and Louis Dobbs. 'Main Street.” Sainclair Lewis' great novel success, has been filmed under the direction of Leonard White, the so-called second DcMille —starring Elizabeth Crow’. Other characters are Jessie Turner. Katherine Marbury, Roberta Mathcs. J. B. Merrill. Robert Cole and Philip Alexander. A crowd of so-called bachelor girls.” having lost all faith in man. have established a home where they will be safe from all such intruders. It is said that no man with the exception of the iceman, coalman, meter reader or tax assessor has been on the premises during the entire time the home ha3 been in existence. The majority of these—shall we say girls”?—hold responsible positions in down-town shops and offices. Among these are Virg'nia Griffith. Page Eighty-six Marguerite Jones. Dora Naylor and Wilhclmina Shackleford. Margie Young and Elizabeth Ballard have charge of the cooking, Lucile Dial and Katie Smith of the general household affairs, and Sarah Gottlieb and Kate Robertson have charge of the savings account to which all members contribute from their earnings. Their aim is to swell this account so that when they arc too old to work they will have enough money to remain in their old home instead of having to separate—some to be sent to one charitable institution and some to another. Notwithstanding the death of the originator, McManus, the trials of Jiggs still afford amusement—or even tears from sympathetic souls—to readers of various newspapers. Jiggs owes his present existence to none other than the famous cartoonist. Clarence Berk. Bernard Barnes. Carter Brownlie and Edwin Bruce, members of the B., B. B. Patent Medicine Company, have recently placed on the market their own brand of cough drops—so superior to others that the company can scarcely supply the demand. Ludcn and Smith Brothers have gone into bankruptcy. Mabel Fahey and Margaret Blair are planning the establishment of a settlement house in Birmingham similar to the Hull House of Chicago, established by Jane Addams. In the drive recently conducted to raise funds in order to make the founding of such a home possible, active workers were Elsie Fowler. Elizabeth McPherson, Ruby Coplon. Sylvia Goldman and Blanche Moore. Mamie Lee Barr and Lula Archer will be in charge of the gymnasium; Virginia Heath and Edna Hitchcock of the library and reading rooms: Elizabeth Gray, Janie Hill and Margaret Cox of the domestic arts. We propecy a great and useful future for this wonderfu (institution that Birmingham has so long needed. At last—A School or Fine Arts in Birmingham! The heads of the vocal department are Elizabeth Shannon and George Nealans. Piano—Elizabeth Gussen and Nauflett Sudduth. Violin—Perry Little. Art—Laura Lee Evans and Maye Beth Montgomery. More speed demons!----on the typewriter, we mean. Idalcne Meadows and Goldie Temerson tied for first place in the recent contest and are now world champions. Sophie Siegel has the remarkable honor of being secretary to the President of the U. S.—remarkably especially because she is one of the few women who have held this office. Bessie Feagin. Evelyn Brown. Susie Hargett, Allie Pearl Rollings and Nina Johnston will leave soon for Hawaii where they are going for the purpose of persuading the natives to adopt a modern and suitable costume. Another group, consisting of Freda Hinkle. Sophie Kalski, Irene Ramey. Margaret Baker, Ruth Hoglan, arc going to the Phillipines for the same purpos. It it hard for us even to imagine a dusky south sea maiden in a costume— say, for instance, of baronet satin or Roshanara crepe. Now isn’t it? But— luck to you. girls! Miss Kathleen Moore will leave for Washington next week. Miss Moore will soon become social secretary to the ‘Tirst Lady of the Land. Paijc Highty-jfrn Merwyn Nabers and Vernon Bridges, world-famous aviators, are planning a trip to Mars at an early date. The plane by means of which they hope to accomplish this marvelous feat has been constructed under the direction of the widely-known John Rooney. Some of the credit should certainly go to Richard Nunnelley. Mr. Rooney’s co-oworker. who will accompany Nabers and Bridges on their journey. William Tatom and Melton Winfield, going to install one of Wilder’s radio instruments, will be the other passengers. Before leaving, this party will be entertained at a dinner at the Southern Club by Messrs. Hugh Abernathy. William Perryman, Frank Craven and Aaron Sachs. Incidentally, every act given at the Lyric the last half of last week was given by Birmingham performers. Laura Collier. Robert Staton and Lida Skelton gave an enjoyable comedy skit entitled. What’s Your Hurry? The Four of Spades. quartet composed of the blackface comedians Robert Flcm-ister. Frank Holle, Melton Collins and James Nail, did some good singing and dancing. Stallings and Gourley gave bits of song and music with lots of pep. But the headliner came when Elizabeth Jackson, the omniscient mystic, gave advice on all kinds of subjects. Fred Freeman and James Green in daring acrobatic stunts completed this thoroughly enjoyable bill. Birmingham should certainly feel proud in seeing her sons and daughters become such shining lights on the vaudeville stage. Barney DeRamus and Wallace Peterson, the recent purchasers of the Ringland Brothers' Circus, will present their reorganized company in Birmingham next week. Some special! attraction will be: Leon Johnson, with his wonderful trained fleas; Everett Poole and Moses Levine, the supermen; Mamie Chamblee and Rachel Burbridge. champion bareback riders, and Andrew Casaday. fancy skater. George Preston and Lawton Putman are the chief animal trains with Ray Jones and Robert Saunders as assistants. Joseph Meade and Howard Burnum have special care of the elephants, and Estelle Roberts is the snake charmer. Cecil Jordan has the sole right for selling peanuts and Eugene Burks is dispenser of the pink lemonade.’’ Both of these last named have become very wealthy. It is said that if all the peanuts sold in the last two years, the time in which Mr. Jordan has been in charge of their sale, were packd in box cars the line of cars would reach from Birmingham to San Francisco. Mr. Jordan himself has retired from active life and his business interests are now managed by Philip Lombardo. (And so Cecil has made his fortune from peanuts—well, that's just as it should be: the peanut industry really owes him a living. He certainly did his bit to promote it when he was at C. H. S.) Going to reform Mexico! That’s what they say. They really are going to Mexico to find bandits and wild men. and try to reform them. The leaders are Drayton Nabors, Mildred Moore and Trances Norton. Margaret L.okey, Lillian Geohegan. Leonora Morgan and Elsie Orr will be social workers. Cooks for the party wlil be Maude Alley and Janie Bryan. Entertainers: Ethel Copeland, pianist; Annie Ellis, reader; Dorothy Jusek and Daisy Hoover, commediennes. Edwin Rush, chaplain. Leo Elkourie, doctor. Alton Postell, commonly known as Orchestration Johnnie —with his assistants. Stewart Livingston and Ballard Bayliss—has opened a studio in I'agc Eighty-eight town where he gives special training to members of orchestras. Mr. Postell's fame is known here and abroad. As one of the ’ dark-skin” characters in Thomas Thornburgh's recently published articles concerning Birmingham folk said (in speaking of Mr. Postell): He is the orchestratines' man whut is— yassah!” A party of well-known scientists. Catherine Wood. Romayne Bailey. Frances Newman. Ethel Ray Snyder. Mildred Self. Catherine Jones and Robbie Lewis, will said for Africa next fall. As yet, they have not made public their exact purpose for taking this journey, which will probably last for more than a year. In their trips through the jungles they will have for their guides Joseph Arbetter, Flioyd Weed and Everett McDonough, for several years residents of Africa. Nelson Davis, the hot dog king.” has opened another branch store on Second Avenue, with Louie Tischer as manager. This is the tenth of his chain of stores established in and around Birmingham. His system is patented and may be explained thus: Upon entering, one places in the slot one nickel (no other coins accepted) for each hot desired. A huge white dog. bearing a striking resemblance to a real live bulldog and placed immdiately above the slot, barks once for each nickel deposited and almost simultaneously the desired parcel wrapped in oil paper arrives through the opening at the side of the slot. The customer then steps aside in order to make way for others. Frequently the crowds are so large that policemen are required to keep order. Mr. Davis’ fortune is made! Managing other stores are Curry Ellis. Saul Goldstein. Louis McConnell and Harrison Putnam. Stern and Sarasohn are sole manufacturers of the special weiners used. Flornce Lyle and Susie Smith are conducting a home for stray dogs and cats here. They feed and take care of these dear ( ? ) animals until places can be found for them in the homes of responsible people. Directors of this home are Frank Young and Earl Weaver. Dorothy Kyser. chief librarian at the city library: Mildred Mims, of the West End: Ellen Crutcher of the East Lake; Muriel Williams of the Wood-lawn. and Frances McNeil of the Avondale, will go to Chicago next week to attend the National Convention of Librarians. Senators Emanuel Goldstein and Paul Bowron. the recently elected senators from Alabama, were in Birmingham last week. (Emanuel Goldstein, senator from Alabama! Why. he was the orator of our class! And Paul Bowron—I wonder has he overcome his timidity yet? Apparently so—a senator! Imagine—and what s this? ) Caesar Powell, one of Alabama’s representatives— (Well, what next?) All radio instruments were busy in Birmingham last Wednesday night. The attraction was a concert heard from New York in which the Birmingham artists. Miss Mary Elizabeth McClure, vocalist; Miss Vere Fortner, violinist, and Miss Mary Miller Colbourn. pianist, took part. Who's Who. ( Who’s Who”—what a fine idea! Well, let’s see who is who.) Page IZighty-nine Ruth Wilkinson I ucker s book of short stories, recently published by the Barger and Alley Publishing Company, is causing a stir in all literary circles. We feel sure that these stories are not of the kind that the wind wafts away but of those that will endure and become a part of American literature. Margaret Marvin is rated the leading journalist of America. In High School. Margaret wielded a facile pen. So she has fulfilled our predictions. Ethelred Lundy Sykes, the young Alabama poet, has found a place in the heart of everyone who has read any of his recently published works. The study of the development of the talent of this remarkable poet will prove interesting in itself. Even as a student at the Central High School of Birmingham. Alabama, and later at college, his poetry was thought excellent. Then his talent was only in bud. but now it is in full bloom—a true American poet of whom we are all justly proud. Anne Ellis, whose whimsical and paradoxical essays rival those of Chesterton and Edgar Poe. the philosophical essayist, will shortly have ready several books of essays for publication. We await impatiently the time when we will see in print these fine specimens of the work of talented Alabamians. Miss Elizabeth Gewin will appear at the Jefferson Theatre. December 29, in her latest success. Miss Gewin's acting in this drama is said to be even superior to that of former times. The supporting cast is excellent.” ETHEL WOHL. Class Prophet. 22. Page Si fifty EVERY MAN IS THE ARCHITECT OF HIS OWN FORTUNE Classmates: Four years ago we laid plans for our High School career. These being in perspective were large and visionary: however, at the time they seemed attractive rather than vague. Youthful aspirants of knowledge naturally have broad ideals; fresh from grammar school we were all desirous to begin work, to think and project our achievement into the future, so naturally we thought in terms of the almost impossible. But the close of our first year brought to us a realization of the nearness of things and also the duty and privilege of once more going over our plans to get them in definite shape. Sophomores think a little more wisely than Freshmen; Seniors a little more wisely than Juniors. With such progress we have now completed our work. We know we carry with us pleasant memories, and we hope we shall leave the reputation for scholarship and character that shall be inspiring and stimulating to all those who aspire some day to be Seniors. May their number be legion. and may it be that the hasty multitude will admiring enter, and the work some praise, and some the architect. Now the time has arrived for us once more to draw up plans. What shall they be? It is all-important that we decide with such precision and accurateness that we shall make our lives, lives of happiness to us and of benefit to others, for we should not be satisfied with personal success alone. Our main aim should be to encourage others in fields of usefulness, to promote in every way the growth of our community. To be useful is to be moral. Remember. Houses are built to live in. not to look on; therefore, let us be preferred before uniformity, except where both may be applied.” Many of our number will enter college and there once more will carry on the work begun in High School. But this new endeavor will require more energy than high school. The investment will be heavier for the plans are more elaborate. Those that enter college will have four more years to obtain the knowledge which will enable them to erect more imposing buildings; the better the foundation the more imposing the superstructure. College students have it within their power to plan and build until their character structures shall be lofty enough to entertain high thoughts, broad and spacious enough to work out many of life's problems.” Those of our number who are entering the business world will have only four years of high school work—but what a challenge I Panderlip has built national banking institutions on a less substantia] educational foundation. It is the purpose that animates. It matters not as to the greatness of the accomplished thing; Better the rudest work that tells a story or records a fact than the richest without meaning. Double striving brings success. Work invites the heroic. If the coward dies many times, the heroic man lives many times— in the shaping and building of his own life, in the shaping and building of his friends' lives, in the shaping and building of his community. When mankind Page X indy-one builds thus wisely the condition of citizenship will then be so fortunate that everyone can enjoy well-deserved happiness. Happiness is the thing we all desire: it s the thing we all need; but we obtain it only when we live in harmony with our highest ideals. Every man is the architect of his own fortune; every man is the maker of his own ideals, of his own happiness, the maker of his own friends, of his own health, of his own goodness, greatness and wealth. For many valid reasons, friends should be the greatest desire of our hearts. “Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god. Oftimes, when our minds are burdened with things “that lie upon the heart to oppress it.“ if we can impart these grievous things to a friend we find immediate relief. A confident, true to his trust, is a better cure than any medicine; “no receipt openeth the heart but a true friend to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes, surprises, and counsels.” Therefore, he who makes friends makes his own fortune. Health and goodness go hand in hand. One who is good will preserve his health, one who is in health can more easily practice virtue—one who is both robust and moral will “entertain hopes, mirth rather than joy, variety of delights rather than surfeit of them; studies that fill the mind with splendid and illustrious objects. Fie who entertains hopes, he who notes the illustrious, will have the vision to be the architect of a noble fortune. And health and morality are often attended by greatness and wealth— for riches could not be better called than the baggage of virtue —a wealth, that is not an inheritance, but the product of effort, work and brain power. Classmates, may you be rich in friends and in well-deserved happiness! At High School you each served an apprenticeship; now you are in the position of directing your own lives. Think wisely and lay strong foundations upon which in future years you may rear noble superstructures. GEORGE DAVIS ROX. Class President. 22. Page Siuety-two HISTORY, 1922 As a class we Have had the unique and unenviable honor of never having been within the walls of Old Central, but we have the Central spirit. Though as a class we have been cabined, cribbed, confined in the temporary quarters of the Medical College, we have had momentary gratification in peripatetic windings from 44 to 3; all of which has given us a liberal attitude of mind, and we rejoice that future Seniors will enjoy the spacious John Phillips High. The old idea was. that a school was a training camp to fit boys and girls for the battle of life; the new idea is. that school is life itself. Without meaning to be at all personal, we think it the life and throughout the long period of our precarious career we have always tried to make it life-like and life-ly— and have sometimes succeeded. We have always asserted our inalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,” often to the point of disaster. The old Roman children went crying and snubbing to school at daybreak and left late in the evening. The poor things had with them always poignant recollections of past ills and lively anticipation of troubles to come. But we have come to school for four years, rejoicing that in our kingdom. Not an Amurath succeeds but Harry. Harry. With such a democratic line of succession, who knows what the high privates in the rear ranks may attain? Our activities and experiences have been many and varied. With Caesar to help us a little, we have conquered Gaul. We have built the bridge across the Rhine and have thrown fear into the Germans. In a longa navis we have voyaged to Britain. With the noblest and ablest men of the ages as friends and mentors we have known the glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome. We have basked in the radiance of Thermopylae and Marathon. We have expressed appropriate wonder and astonishment at the Acropolis and the Chryselephantine statues of Phidias. We have helped Cicero pass the Manilian law and have gone with Pompey when he chased Mithridates across the burning sands of Africa. Virgil has showed us Hector with his Trojans battling with Achilles and the Greeks on the plains of reedy Simois. We have seen the flames of burning Troy and Aeneas fleeing with old Anchises in humeris. With Aeneas we have ploughed the raging seas, pursued by Fell Juno's unrelcnt ng ire.” though many, who persisted in riding ponies, suffered seasickness and dire disaster. We have thrilled at the impending dangers of Scylla and Charybdis and we’ll never forget the infelix Dido, for whose unhappy ending we have all felt a subtle sympathy. In Algebra we set out to learn our A. B. C's all over again.” We learned that A and B and C do not really mean A and B and C at all. but may mean just anything you can think of. provided that you know that you know it and have some good reason for concealing it. However, the latter part was easy, because there never was a time when we didn't know something which he had good reason for concealing. We learned that X and 'l and Z do not really mean X and Y and Z at all. but may mean just any old thing that you know ' � «• Xincty-thrc? that you do not know, but which some one else (usually the Math teacher) wants you to know, but is too wary to tell you. We graphed our weary way through quadratics trying to find the coordinates of the summum bonum.” The “summum bonum ' is a hundred on the monthly report card. Needless to say. we failed to locate it with any certainty. It is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow of our hopes, with the journey long and the rainbow fleeting. However, we should have done much better, if we had been allowed to use on tests and examinations that perfect co-operation, which we have so often been assurd from our platform is the secret of success. But the average teacher is neither a pessimist heading a drive nor an optimist on a speaking tour, but a non-co-operationist. pure and simple—with an entirely pleasing interpretation of the latter adjective. We found Plane Geometry to be chiefly lines and figures with more or less interesting remarks about them. Many of our class studied their lines and figures loyally and faithfully in little mirrors brought to school in their handbags. but even this failed to aid materially to their monthly marks. “Nay, nay.” on the contrary. Many learned to their surprise that the pons asinorum was not built primarily to facilitate our passage over the River of Doubt; and. by the way. members of our class had discovered the River of Doubt in many places long before Roosevelt went to South America to explore it. But maybe our Scince made us doubt—Science never takes anything for granted. Science has unlocked for us the storehouse of creation and revealed the treasures of the universe. Ions, amperes, volts, ether waves, wireless, etc. —why. we will cut the Gordian knot of them for you as easily as prying open an oyster. For instance, momentum is what some of us try to get through on the latter part of the semester. Some call it living on your reputation. However. for us facts have replaced the wildest fancies of the Arabian Nights’ entertainments. The airplane goes the wooden horse with a peg in his neck one better. The dirigible is the ram on which Mahomet went from Medina to Mecca in fifteen minutes, or maybe the magic carpet, though we have yet to solve the neutralization of gravity. As historian of the class. I shall confidently look to some of this group to solve this great problem in the near future. O. my prophetic soul!” but prophecy is always the first and last chapters of history. The powers of falling waters are the genii who will do our work and run our errands as They drink the air before them and return, or e’re your pulse beat twice.” I did want to speak of the golden nuggets of wit and wisdom and the diamonds, rubies and emeralds of linguistic and poetical imagery, garnered in the study of English and neatly packed away in the handbag of memory— enough to do us a lifetime. And Mademoiselle. Madame and the dear old French—and some other things—but some sixth sense—not to mention common sense—bids me hasten. For some years we. as an integral part of the future rulers of our city, state and nation, have associated together. We have fought one another; we have hated, feared, respected, honored one another. Last but not least, we have loved one another, through hostile sieges of texts and long truces of friendly necessity. Page Ninety-four Let no one imagine that our school life has been mimic or make-believe. It has been life clash and action. Neither Foch nor Pershing has anything on the officers of our standing army or on the members of our football. basket ball, or baseball teams. They have carried our colors to victory in many a fight where res fuerint in evtremis. Wm. Britt. Robert Staton. Paul Bowron, Andrew Cassady, Wm. Lowry, Joseph Meade. Frank Holle, J. B. Merrill. Pinccnt Russo. Wm. Perryman. Robt. McNeill. Mervin Nabers. Bruce Robinson. Milton Yeilding. I'om Anderson. Davis Rox—one and all. have Napoleon in the eyes and Alexander in the breast. Who can doubt that in the future they will not woo honor but wed her and when the bravest questant shrinks they will take what they seek that fame may cry them loud. Ethelred Sykes. Elizabeth Smith, Sammanuel Goldstein. Sophie Siegel. Mamie Lee Wilson. Eloise Latta. Margaret Blair. Kathleen Willis and Katherine Wood have renewed the triumphs of Cicero in the Roman Forum or those of Demosthenes when he shook the arsenal and fulmined over Greece. Gorge Nealeans. Mary Elizabeth McClure. Margaret Brown, make us to know Linked sweetness long drawn out. With wanton heed and giddy cunning The melting voice through Mazes running. Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony. The harp that once through Tara’s halls The sould of music shed No longer hangs on Tara’s walls. As though that soul were fled. I his harp has been transformed into modern pianos and violins, played by Elizabeth Gewin, Marianne Lyles. Naufleet Sudduth. Elizabeth Gussen. Mary Miller Coulbourn. Elizabeth Shannon. Lillian Gibbs. Mable Fahey, Vere Fortner and Melton Collins. And the cherubic host in thousand quires touch their immortal harps of golden wires. The birds peck at the cherries drawn by Mildred Moore. Clarence Berk. Laura Lee Evans, and the sun is loath to set on their landscapes. Aspirants for the mantle of O. Henry are Mildred Mims. Florence Lyle. Ruth Tucker. Mildred Moore. Ethelred Sykes and Ethel Wohl. If gorgeous tragedy In sceptered pall come sweeping by. If Jonson’s learned sock be on —we think at once of Katherine Wood. Ethelred Sykes. Elizabeth Gewin. Frank Young, Margaret Blair. Elizabeth Crow. Bill Britt. John Rooney. Edward Pennington and Davis Rox. In our school, heavens are many other stars that may or may not out-watch the Bear : In literature. Vernon Bridges; in government. Susie Smith; in fool-us-ophy. Stewart Livingston: in palmistry and second and third sight. Page Ninety-five Reese Lloyd; in texts from the Bible, Drayton Nabers; in with and humor. Robert Saunders; in Latin. James Green. Lillian Geohegan. Jessie Stallings. Margie Young. Knoxie Faulk and. and—er Edward Pennington (?); in French. Ethel Wohl, Elizabeth Gusscn and Gertrude Clapp; and in wit. Robert Cole, who. like Falstaff, is not only witty himself but is the cause of wit in other people—and so on and on through the class roster. The most pertinent questions with us now are. Are we ready to go over the top?' and Where shall we go from here?” As we journey to the pole of our several ambitions new stars and constellations will rise above the horizon. Many of these will, perhaps, be from among those whom we now regard like Milton’s Shepherds: Perhaps their loves or else their sheep Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep. Those who are considered to have succeeded here will have something sweet to remember, which may well turn to bitterness if they rest upon their laurels. Our road is up. and the bigger we are. the greater the potential energy ready to drag us down. Only those can be said to have succeeded here who will be able to use their experience as a stepping stone in the future; for, to paraphrase Tennyson, we rise, if we rise at all. on the stepping stones of our former selves to higher things. May it be that our history in High School will be but the opening chapters of a fuller and completer history on Life’s scroll. KATHLEEN MIMS MOORE. Class Historian. '22. y JW. Page Sinetysix “THE OLD ORDER CHANGETH—” The old order changeth, yielding place to new; And God fulfills himself in many ways.” Thus the poet laureate in writing of King Arthur and his knights of the Round Table told of the passing of customs and traditions and the changes in the lives of men and nations. And so it has ever been since the days when man sailed the seas; first creeping along the coasts in his canoe, then gradually venturing farther and farther until now he plies the ocean far and wide without dread or fear. Today the might of the sea god is as miught to the seaman. He no longer fears being driven from his course by some avenging divinity, because he has for his guidance a new chart and a new compass. But complete liberation from the tyranny of superstitious fear has not yet been demonstrated, for the working of man’s mind does not keep pace with the longings of his heart, and his understanding is not commensurate with his desire. His mental apathy or lethargy leads him to cling in part to old tia-ditions, and to a certain extent to indulge his belief in potency and charm, but the reaching out for truth causes him to inquire into the whys and wherefores of traditions, to investigate their original setting, then to tear them asunder and give them modern placing. Thus is brought about the passing of the unreal of the old, while the realtiy of the old merges into newer forms and today is operative in life, for The eternal lives. It is both amusing and astonishing to find how many of our everyday customs and habits have come from olden time traditions. In days of old when knights were bold, it was their custom upon meeting to remove helmets and stand unarmed, simply as a sign of faith and trust in each other. Gradually this custom broadened until it came to be a token of respect and courtesy. By the time of the reign of King John of England the taking off of a man’s hat had only the significance which we now give it. A nobleman of the family of De Courcy having rendered the king a great service won the special privilege never to unveil his bonnet again before king or subject. And it was the custom of the De Courcys to wear their hats but for a moment in the presence of their sovereign, and then to doff them like other men. In the reign of King George the Third, however, one of the family, to boast of his privilege, continued to wear his hat throughout the time he was in the presence of the king. To this bit of pride the king remarked, quietly: The gentleman has a right to be covered before me. but even King John could give him no right to wear his hat in the presence of ladies. Then De Courcy removd h:s hat— a polite custom that remaineth to the present day. Again, the throwing of old shoes after newly married couples came from an old Egyptian tradition. The flinging of a sandal upon territory was a sign of possession. So today when an old shoe is thrown after a bride and groom, is it an implication that the two have lost their liberty? As far back as the days of the Greeks the handing of a glove to an enemy was a challenge not to be ignored. Therefore. says the historian John Payc Sincty-sei'cn Doran in his 'Habits of Men.” gloves were distributed at funerals, perhaps originally as a challenge from the doctor, defying all who shall dare say that he committed murder contrary to the rules of art.” Not only in whimsical trivialties does the old order change, but The old order changeth” in institutions as well as in manners. God is constantly fulfilling Himself in the advancement of right and justice in the evolution of the race. Comparatively speaking, it was but yesterday that law. one of the great forces advancing civilization, was abused and distorted by all sorts of superstitions. For instance, a man s innocence or guilt might be determined by lot, or by some test such as dancing on hot irons. In this day justice is no longer determined by chance. Every man has a right to be tried by his peers; and in English-speaking countries is considered innocent until he is tried and proven guilty by weight of evidence. In social practices the old order giveth place to the new. Until recently duels and feuds were not only accepted but sanctioned; both were not only believed in but practiced. Now they no longer prevail in the civilized world. Today, it is not man versus man. but nation with nation, league with league. A broader relationship has come into being and with it broader sympathy and understanding. When the great war came, upsetting the peace of the world, not only did former things pass away.” but men got glimpses of the largeness and vastness of a world wherein the brotherhood of man could be actually established. The old order changeth ’; democracy is supplanting autocracy; the puny might of humble men is dispkicing the divine rights” of kings—and ail will be well for God’s in his world.” Men are growing more patient. They are now judging man in the light of his past—his history and his tradition and from the verity of the old they are bodying forth” the ideals of the future. Oftimes we think of a country or a people in terms of tradition. We think of the Frenchman as a volatile creature of impulse, with all the fire and courage of the knights of romance; the Briton as a direct counterpart, sturdy and strong, holding indefinitely but almost without emotion—certainly without any show of emotion—to fixed and unchanging opinions. The Irish are peculiar to themselves, hot-tempered and quick, generous to a fault, fanciful, with whimsical ways, superstitions and beliefs. The German, as he showed himself in the last war. is a ruthless machine; cruelty his creed, kultur his idol and ideal. Almost without exception, it is true that tradition and folk-lore are in-sparably linked with a nation s characteristics. Charlemagne, beloved emperor of the French, knighted a stag with all the pomp and ceremony usual on such occasions. Surely none but a Frenchman. with his love of the unusual, would have indulged such a romantic notion. But French history is filled with the apotheosis of the lowly; for all. Liberty, equality, fraternity’.” In Demremy, Joan of Arc heard voices, and in revolution and counter revolution heroic and tragic figures have enacted bloody scenes whose purpose will yet work for the weal of the world.” The British have no such violence in love. They cling to traditions which have long ago lost their significance. Often, however, this persistence tends to en- Page Ninety-eight courage patriotism and love of country; it means firmness and stability. One of the most significant of King Arthur's inclinations was his desire to keep his knights from the quest of the Holy Grail, not through lack of religious fervor; but, always distrustful of innovations, he was afraid of disrupting his Round Table. On such solidity of conversationism has England founded her ‘far-flung’ empire. From Ireland come fanciful tales of the fairies. The very titles of the works of Ireland’s best-loved authors are full of the witchery and the magic of her sprites; Yeats writes of The Gates of Dreamland and the Land of Heart’s Desire, a land where even the old are fair and even the wise are merry of tongue ; while Fiona MacLeod's best known work is From the Hills of Dream. In the land of the shamrock there are fairy rings on the green, and there on moonlight nights the little people come to dance. They go about from door to door asking milk and fare, but woe to the house that gives them these! Forever after they do the will of the fairies, and it may be that they shall be taken away into the land Where nobody gets old and godly and grave. Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise. Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue! But these spirits, merry in movement and blithe in thought, have kept forever young the stout hearts of ‘Verdant Hibernians who still hope for Irish Home Rule. German traditions from their earliest history have been stern and warlike. The character of the German is clearly portrayed in Goethe’s work. “Faust. the story of a man who bartered his soul to Mephistopheles that he might realize an overwhelming ambition in one supreme moment—the desire of the superman for perfect satisfaction. But The old order changeth. yielding place to the new. May it not be that in the future Germany’s super-men may be men of superlative worth to help to set aright the wrongs of all the world ? It has been said that America has no national traditions, but instead a patchwork of Indian and Negro folklore with colorful bits of Southern hospitality blended with Creole richness of old New Orleans ; all of which contrast with the duskiness of the Sleepy Hollow legend of the Catskills. But if America has no national traditions, why not? Because people from all races and nations have come to America, bringing with them the stamp of their forefathers. From the phantasmaforia of the old world—the mad. confused, stormful hopes and sorrows of the oppressed, we have caught beams of light too steady and too respendent for dwarfish, ugly figures of rude traditions to disport in their glow. But practical as we are, we are using the light, and idealistic as a nation, we are preserving the life-giving principles of the old world’s best traditions. concreting them into living unity, expressive of all the higher ideals of mankind ; in America. God is fulfilling himself in many ways. RUTH WILKINSON TUCKER. Class Essayist. '22. Pag,’ Ninety-nine STATISTICS OF THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’22 A Very Palpable Demonstration of the Fickleness of Figures Fellowsufferers. I am going: to help you waste some of your time. I have the very great pleasure and honor of putting before you the statistics of a few young men and a few young women who have held together for four long years; all for the purpose of learning how to hold their books right in their left hands, how to sit in their seats properly how to keep quiet in their study classes, and how to attain that great meekness of spirit which you see permeating this augustly small” body this morning. I believe I am peculiarly fitted for this task of compiling these facts because I have read of the Adventures of Aeneas and because I know that the statue of Laocoon and his sons was sculptured by the leading craftsmen of the ancient world. Another reason: all my teachers will tell you that I always hold my book correctly and pay close attention to my work in study class. To show that my fellow classmates have followed the purpose for which they came to Central High School. I will attempt to picture a scene in a well-known study room and class room combined. Mollic Beck Jenkins declines hie, haec, hoc, hick.” hack,” hock, and Saul Goldstein gets up and reads, holding his book in his right but wrong hand, and thus proceedeth the day by paradox and by hour. Finally all rooms become quiet and the teachers go out. It is four o’clock and all extra-ultra curricula activities have ceased. Like all my predecessors, when 1 was elected statistician of the Senior Class I immediately made inquiries as to what my duties were. 1 remembered Pope said, The best study of mankind is man.” so I began to observe my classmates minutely. In the recitation room. I found that silence is not always golden; that sometimes it is making true with necessity.” especially when the teacher asks us questions too deep for our knowledge and too subtle for our bluff. Why are we silent then? I searched through many volumes of accumulated, intensified, diversified lore to find out wht was the matter; in other words, was preponderance of subject matter or dearth of subject matter, the matter? Referring to an old English test duly returned and modestly labeled. 1 found it bore the mark 40—40 per cent in and 60 per cent out— so I concluded what was the matter was no matter. Pity tis true, tis true tis pity.” Being in such negative, inane mood. I calculated further the amount of soil and subsoil in a hole six feet square by six feet deep. After much mental gyration and agitation on the aforesaid excavation, propounded not by a Math teacher but by one of my English teachers. 1 concluded that the identity of the amount was established by nonentity rather than entity, so by this method of elimination I have compiled the statistics of this distinguished Senior Class of 1922. Four years ago we started fourth with a large number. Later some were removed by disability, some by inability—we, the august few. have remained l oge One Hundred not by individual ability but by co-operative ability—the common exchange of Latin prose. Math problems, and theme swappings. We have become experts in the reassembling of old parts. If the best study of mankind is man. the best wisdom is the collective wisdom of the best wits of the class, which increases by the velocity of circulation and by the number benefiting thereby. The clearest and most explicit definition of a statistician is: A person or thing who compiles statistics which pertain to a mass or group of figures that contain facts or other definite, precise information concerning the amalgamation and conglomeration not of first-hand knowledge but of second-hand knowledge of the welfare, economy, and incomes of the subjects for investigation. ' But in the multiplicity of the data I have not. up to the present hearing. been able to find out anything concerning the incomes of the Class of 1922; only a few know what an income is after the outgo—having bought a Mirror.” cap and gown, space for a picture in the Mirror.” and announcements that will herald abroad the attainments of our vast number. As for incomes. our worry is not the income tax, but the outgo tax. For consolation, we will take up our pre, ante or post destination which I will illustrate with the experiences of myself and others. Plato. Artistotle, Shakespeare or some of those others who are wiser than I. in just a few ways, declare: The fundamental principles of life consist of three predicaments, namely: Work. Love, and Play; mostly play.” If I have misquoted, set it down not to faulty inclination, but to a faulty derivation. Fatty Cole once told me he worked out in the gym and then found that he had gained four pounds; therefore, by the inductive method he reasoned work did not do anyone good. I studied hard in Latin and raised my mark so I stoutly maintain that work does good. Anything that accomplishes anything is work, so by deduction I have proven to you that work helps out in a great many instances. Love! It is a deep subject, so I will not say anything about it—but 1 have heard love flieth away. In proportion as your desire increases, it taketh to itself wings and “fugiteth”; as tempus fugits.” Therefore. I’ll advise you to beware. That Love is unpleasant is furthermore proved by Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. Play does not amount to much, but it takes up a lot of our time. Lack of Play is our main trouble because we have spent too much time loving Work, and Working for Love. Why. one time Frank Young worked three hours to get a young lady, who. I am sorry to say, does not belong to our Senior Class, to deign to notice him; when she began to notice him—ah. he is looking embarrassed, so I will not tell his story, but 1 will prescribe for her perusal. Aeneas’ Tale to Dido—I am a Latin student and know Latin to be a panacea for all ills. This class of brilliant Centralites” shines forth with intelligence in work and play—so in love we will permit you to to gaze into the very heart of our brain power and intelligence. I will, therefore, allow you to hear the answers to some of the various and sundry examination interrogatives and imperatives. once known to the confidential few. but now appreciated by the general school public. Page One Hundred and One Q. What is Rhythm? A. Rhythm is the marking of time with the pedatory organs to the footsteps of Drayton Nabers as he makes his way to the teacher's desk. Q. What is Scansion? A. Scansion is the preparation of my lesson. I scan it long and short. Q. What would happen if we were to think? A. Nonsense! We are not allowed to. but I guess everything would remain the same, if not I think everything would be topsy-turvy. Q. Explain the phrase making truce with necessity..’ A. Doing what we are supposed not to do or subscribing to self-government when, honest-to-goodness. we all know teachers are autocrats. Q. In Central High, what is a pass? A. An unexpected thrust into the next semester. Q. In Central High, how do you get a diploma? A. By some study and much diplomacy. If these answers do not prove us to be intelligent tellers of unvarnished, plain truths, look at my honest face, and travel with me through the byways and highways of the nomeclature of this class. Then at the journey's end we will at least have friendly parting. Allison Abelson, the Prince of Ament, was traveling from Middleton to Montgomery to watch the process of law-making; Knight Cole accompanied him as far as Livingston, where he could not Burnum any Moore. From thence the way was very tortuous; the way was a Webb of Wood. Nails. Rox and Stern Weeds, so the way grew Wilder and the Gray Hills became steeper and rougher. After crossing several Bridges the way was Barred by a young White Gourley who was Nut-Brown, dressed in Green Lyle, attended by an Archer. She Clapp (ed) her hands in ecstacy, then she Crow(ed) like a chanticleer and disappeared. The way grew smoother as Allison glanced at his sun Dial and he (him)Self Turne(r)d his gaze toward the Southern Mills and Cotten fields for he was nearing Montgomery. Farther South, on a Meade, a boy approached him. saying Flemister. Orr you will fall in with the Britt and Staton boys, and then you won't be a Freeman. So Allison climbed a Birch and jumped down upon a Barn(es) used as a Church. The exertions of the day having tride Allison Abelson. Alias Prince Ament, he went to sleep on the Hay(s). He awakened the next morning and went to a Nabor(s)ing farm house where he read a newspaper, finding that the legislature had adjourned. He decided that since Cotten fields and Mills were so close together he would remain in Birmingham. I know you are enjoying the statistics, especially the namology of the Senior Class, so I will continue for about an hour more to show you. contrary to rule. What's in a name. We are a mighty group. AH of us together, including J. Robert Cole, could let Henry Ford have Muscle Shoals if each pound of weight counted a vote in Congress. If all our eyes were put together we could find a way for making Ford and the Alabama Power Company love each other. If these and Page One Hundred and Two many other things could be done, it would be very wonderful—too wonderful for even our comprehension. The hour has arrived. This class is about ready to start up or down—I hope up---in their respective paths of life. But our most notable achievements lie in the future—whether up or down, our way is out. ‘Out, 1 say,' The candle may burn Till we are lighted On our way.” The audience need not rise because of mention; 1 thank you for your kind and solicitous attention. EDWARD WILLIAM PENNINGTON. Class Statistician. '22. Page One Hundred and Three THE BUILDERS The silver crown of age, The crown of servant-king: The swayed shoulders, bent, A Bridge of Human Sighs; The eye that lost its glow. A fairy-visioned eye; The swollen, corded arm. An arm for others' toil; The burden bearing crouch. Support for others’ loads: The world’s slave-brand for those who build with mist. The tinsel crown of fire. To suppliants Gorgon-fire; I he stooped shoulders, crushed. Hollowed with secret woes; The eye that spent its glow. Gilt for a self of brass; The royal-purpled arm. Fate’s arm to a thousand souls. The mien of cruel edge. Death to a thousand hopes; The world’s Cain brand for those who build with clay. No crown at all, but worth. The service-crown for men; The lofty shoulders, strong Pillars for suppliant-weak; The eye that kept its glow. Warmth for chilling hearts. Palms time again extended. Causes of unasked alms; High-hearted hope, the bastion. Stronghold against Defeat. No crown at all, but Worth. Capstone of World’s success. ETHELRED LUNDY SYKES. Class Poet, ‘22. Ptujc One Hundred a mi Pour SUCCESS: WHAT IS IT AND HOW OBTAINED? Classmates: On this, our graduation day. the spirit of youth runs high. We are ambitious! We are ambitious to travel, not to see the world in its great distances.” but to see and to discriminate the true from the false; for that vision means power. It means the ability to achieve—to achieve success—success, that may be had—not for the asking but for the understanding—an understanding which may come through inquiry and honest effort. Since there are many and varied opinions as to what constitutes success— with every person believing his individual theory—we may well inquire. What is success? Ask the dyed-in-the-wool American business man what success is, and he will tell you it is the accumulation of a fortune. An inventor will say it lies in the producing of valuable inventions. An actor considers it recognition by the ctirics. And. in approach, each is partly right. But broadly speaking, true success is the accomplishment of worthy, unselfish aims; individually considered, it is the atainment of the best that is in us. If you can look yourself squarely in the eye and say. ”1 have done my best,” then you have succeeded. It matters not whether you be a Napoleon of finance or a day laborer, if you have done the best you can, in proportion to the ability and intellect God has given you. then you are successful. When we entered the world we had a certain endowment which we cannot increase, but we can by constant diligence develop to a certain degree of excellence. In answering the question, “Who made you? a little boy remarked, “God made me. but 1 grew the rest.” So it is with us. Our success is not to be measured in comparison with the leaders in our line but with our own abilities and qualifications. The question is not what I am in comparison with what this or that man is. but what 1 am in comparison with what I might be. What may we be? Classmates, it is up to you individually to decide your careers and stick to them. Since adaptation is half the battle, you must have regard for your natural talents. A man who is afraid to appear in public should never try to become a public speaker; a person who dislikes figures and details should never expect to be a bookkeeper. You must appreciate that With what measure you mete, it shall be measured to you again”—and that success responds to the force of your gifts—your natural or acquired endowment. Individual success depends upon certain qualities. Books, prescribing rules, give a multitude of requisites. Some of these qualities are address, appearance, energy, speed, concentration, observation, diligence, system, knowledge, ad infinitum. Careful study shows that these may be grouped as the four I s”—endowing each indivual with four-fold power. First and foremost is industry, the ability to work at one thing with all your might and main, and to persevere in spite of obstacles. Work cares neither for rebuffs nor for poverty; in fact, it makes a specialty of overcoming poverty. Statistics show that by far the larger part of great men in history, by far the larger part of the captains of finance and industry, were the sons Page One Hundred and Five of poor parents. Edward H. Harriman. America’s greatest railroad builder, was the son of a minister, not rich in worldly goods. Abraham Lincoln. Herbert Hoover. E. H. Gary. H. C. Frick. John D. Rockefeller, Andrew Carnegie. F. W. Woolworth. were all the sons of parents who knew to battle with poverty.” Were many of the Presidents of the United States the sons of rich men? No. Are present-day leaders of our industries and commerce the sons of rich manufacturrs and bankers? No! As boys and young men they learned the value of constant plugging. They had to. And now. when they do not need to struggle any more, they keep on. by force of habit. The man who starts out in life without distadvantages is unfortunate, for he can never know what it is to struggle from the beginning. There is a common idea that any man who succeeds is a genius. But true genius is merely a matter of energy properly focused and concentrated, a truth to which such men as Edison. Fulton. Rockefeller. Root and others bear testimony. But industry alone cannot accomplish without intelligence—intelligence, the second ”1.” Carlyle says “The educated man stands in the midst of a boundless arsenal and magazine filled with all the weapons and engines which man’s skill has been able to devise from the earliest times and he works accordingly with a strength borrowed from all the past ages. How different is his state who stands on the outside of that storehouse! His means are the commonest, the rudest, the mere work done is no measure of his strength. He must hurl obstacles abroad with his arms.” Wisdom, according to the Bible, is the most precious of gifts. The words of Solomon are full of the exhortations of its value. Happy is the man that findeth wisdom and the man that obtaineth understanding for the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver and the gain thereof than fine gold. “Once and always wisdom is an inheritance; wisdom is a defense; wisdom preserveth the life of him that hath it.” Therefore, present-day price of wisdom is above rubies. More and more will come the call for educated men. for college-bred men. for business men. men who can think—men who can use initiative. There was a certain ambitious young man just out of college who had all the qualifications for success, but he was unable to secure a favorable position, one in which he could do himself justice. Fie answered advertisement after advertisement but received no answer. Finally he got tired of writing letters and he determined to find out who owned Box 1070, which was the signature of a bond house wanting a statistician. When postoffice officials refused to reveal the identity of the owner, he went to the box and waited until someone came for letters, and then followed him to th office and presented himself. The head of the firm, looking at him intently, said: Young man, here are over a hundred applicants for the job. but 1 am not going to take anyone of them. 1 am going to try you because I know you have initiative.” That young man was Roger W. Babson. today president of the Babson statistical organization and leading statistician of the world. One may be happy with Industry and Intelligence, but he will never get very far without Initiative. Initiative is the driving power of life, the power that made Caesar, Alexander, Hannibal and Napoleon the greatest figures in history. It is the third I” of success. Page One Hundred and Six The fourth ‘T is Intensity, concentration. In Washington they have a lens about three feet in diameter which concentrates the sun's rays on a point the size of a pencil, but they have great difficulty in measuring the heat because the rays are so hot they melt every thermometer used in measuring. Just think, only three feet of sunshine (such as we have on our bodies every day and do not feel) becomes an all-powerful heat when concentrated to a small point. This should be a lesson to all of us. to specialize, to concentrate our energies and to intensify our interests. But Intensity. Industry. Intelligence and Initiative will not alone insure success: there must be some motivation, some ideal to govern our code of morals, our mode of living. The spirit of religion is the power that quick-eneth. No man can enjoy an honest, conscientious and successful life who has not left the world a little better than he entered it. He who has not been energized to his work by an appreciation of things spiritual. has been at best but a half-hearted workman—for it is the spirit that kindleth. On this day there comes to us the memory of a life of service that should and will be revered by this class, and by all future classes—the memory of the life of Dr. John Herbert Phillips. Such a man was he. the greatest benefactor Birmingham ever had. that he laid his foundation well and the pinnacles of his life reached high. He attained success by embodying his ideals in the minds and hearts of Birmingham’s youth. Practical in thought, lofty in ambitions was Dr. Phillips. The words of Oliver Wendell Holmes. Hitch your wagon to the stars. was one of his favorite texts. May the inspiration of his talks and of his life urge us to noble endeavors. Classmates, let your life be inspired by the accomplishments of all the truly great, for what has been done can be done again, and will be done by the members of this class. Success is yours for the attaining. EMANUEL GOLDSTEIN. Class Orator, 22. Orr •ty' wAw Page One Hundred and Seven PLAYING THE GAME There has been many a time during your High School career when you have stood in the stands of the gridiron, with your heart in your mouth, and your whole soul and body tuned to the cadence of Touchdown Central, Touchdown Central I Out on the field the boys wearing the Crimson and White were heeding your yell, fighting, bucking and plunging, to put the ball over the goal line. Sometimes they accomplished their aim. sometimes they failed, and the ball was given up to the opponents, while the bleachers yelled, “Hold 'em Central, Hold 'em Central! Whether losing or winning, whether Central had the ball or not. the stands were always yelling and encouraging the players to fight, to plunge, to win the game. Comrades, the shouting and tumult dies. and the football games may be over, but we shall do another sort of cheering, and there are greater games to be played. How shall we cheer and what? We shall cheer the wise, the progressive, and the good by thoughtful discussion, by interested voting, and by liberal giving. Persons who are doing good need all the support that they can get. for it is through their actions that the world moves forward, and wins. So it is important to support our leaders and representatives, for without the people’s support they will fail. Van Dyke says. It is from this source that we must look with hope for the future development of harmony and social equilibrium, and efficient civic righteousness in American affairs. It is by this support that America must save herself from the perils and perplexities which are inherent in her own character, and in the form of government which she has evolved to fit it. We shall not. can not. however, be mere specators. We must get in the game. What are the games? They may be those of commerce, of law. of medicine, of engineering, of business, for every man is suited for a certain game and a special position in that game. The football team has a man for every place and his requirements are different from those of the other players; an end must be light and be able to run fast, the fullback must have a driving power, and the quarterback must be a good field general. Each player has to play his own part and perform a special duty at a certain time before ground can be gained. Each has a place for which, by nature and circumstances, he has been fitted and appointed. But it is through team work that the game is won, and not through personal starring. The individual player, however excellent. cannot make the game a success. Extreme individualism in sport as well as in life must be subordinated to the general good. Even Emerson grants that a man must keep his hands in society. f riends, we have reached the goal for which we have striven for four years, but in these greater games of life we will carry over the principles we have learned here. Our coaches, our teachers, have taught us each to play as one Who. with a toward and untoward lot. Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not Plays, in the many games of life, that one Where what he most doth value must be won: I'ogc One Hundred and Eight Who neither shape of danger can dismay. Nor thought of tender happiness betray: Who. not content that former worth stand fast. Looks forward, persevering to the last. From well to better, daily self-surpast. Wherever you go or whatever you do. remember to make opening for the backfield. and to hit the line hard. Above all. remember those in the stands; answer their call, and the will of the coaches and put that ball over the goal line with the tune of Touchdown Central, touchdown Central! ringing in your ears. WILLIAM D. BRITT. JR.. 22. Corresponding Secretary. •V: Pdyc One Hundred mid ine GEORGE DAVIS ROX “Yank “Ericks” The reason firm, the temperate will. Endurance, foresight, strength and skill. i :otl all 19. '20. '21, Captain '21.. Manager basketball ‘21 ; Manager baseball ’22; Mirror Hoard 21. '22; Athletic Association; Senior Play '22; President Senior Class '22. Ambition; To do what don't want to do when I don’t want to do it. ELIZABETH MALONE SHANNON “Hetty “Daba “Molly” Tender her voice, fair her face. Vice President of Senior Class ‘22; Pierian Press Committee ’19; Battalion Sponsor 22; Eu-terpean Club '19. '22. Vice President 21, Secretary 20; “The Eire Prince (Molinda) T9; “Yokohama Maid (Kissimmee) '20; Mamzcllc Taps (Charlotte) 21; “Going Up (Madalain) 22: Senior Play ’22; Council T8, 19. '20. '21; Marshal '20; Auditorium Committee '21. Ambition: To be an exotic young thing, ever thrilling to life and its myriad activities. MABEL FAHEY “Toots Triend-making, everywhere friend-finding soul, fit for the sunshine. Art Club T9. '20; Eutcrpean Club. Contest of Nations, Fire Prince, Yokohama Maid, IV). '20. ’21; Athletic Association. T9. '20, 21. ‘22; Council Clubs ’20. '21. 22; Auditorium T9. '20. 21; Marshal 20. '21. 22: Astrca. Membership Committee T9. Treasurer '20. Recording Secretary '21. President '22; Class Recording Secretary ’22. Ambition: To live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man. WILLIAM DUNCAN BRITT. JR. “Hill An man hath ;t-alked along our roads with step so active, so inquiring, eye or tongue so varied in discourse. Yancey, Treasurer '21 ; Student Major. Assistant Instructor 22; Cheer Leader 22; Glee Club; Senior Play '22; President Council '20; Corresponding Secretary. Senior Class. Ambition; To be a Hud, wiser than Tour Roses. Paie One Hundred and Ten KATHLEEN MIMS MOORE Catiline ’ Kat Queen of Sheba liesl and brightest” CUo, Press Committee ’19, Chairman Membership Committee '20. President ’21. Vice-President '22, Clio auditorium program '22, Joint Debate '21; Dramatic, Program Committee '21. Vice-President '22. Thanksgiving program '21. '22. Shakespearean Play '22, Alabama Day Program '22. Dr. Phillips’ Program '22; Art Club. Chairman Membership Committee '20; Lc Ccrcle Franenis; Spirit of Valley '21: May Day Festival '22: Good Speech League 21: Mirror Board '21. '22: Historian Senior Class '22. Ambition: To love and be loved. ETHEL WOHL Bommic “Bob” She's very piquant; in truth, she's clever.” CIo, Critic ’22; Dramatic '20. '21. '22. Membership Committee ‘21; Athletic Association; Mirror Board '21. '22: Lc Ccrcle Francais, Vice-President ‘20. '21. President '21, '22; Prophet Senior Class '22. Ambition: To foretell my own future.'' MARY ELIZABETH McCLURE “Belt Little Bit Sing, little bird. O sing! How sweet thy voice and clear.” Pierian: Eutcrpcan Club ’20. '21, ’22; Sing-a-Song in Yokohama Maid ’20: Mamzcllc Taps in Mamzcllc Taps 21; Chorus in Semi-Centennial; Chorus in Mound Builders” '22; Grace Douglas in Going l p ’22; Mirror Board ’20, '21 : Vocalist of Senior Class '22: Charm School” '22; Dramatic Club 21, '22; Athletic Association '20. '21. Ambition: Toot lights. ELIZABETH LAZYN'K GEWIN Lizzie” “She with all the charm of woman, with all the breadth of man. Class Pianist; Pierian, Membership Committee '20. Vice President '21; Dramatic. Treasurer ’20, President ’21, '22; Athletic Association. Sponsor '21 ; Sponsor Company D '20; Good Speech League 20; Mirror Board '22; Senior Play '22. Ambition: To acquire enough dignity to wear a veil. Page One Hundred and Eleven ROBERT BRUCE ROBERTSON . JR. Robbie” Cauliflower R. B. Stiff Ihe ( lass of fashion ami the meld of form. The observed of all observers.’ Yancey; Cadet C. II. S. Battalion T9; Yokohama Maid ’20; Eutcrpean Club '20; Glee Club '21. '22; ‘Student Government . Secretary 20; Council ’20. '21; Scout Football T9. ’20; Class Football, T9; Varsity '21 ; Senior Coach ’21; Athletic Association T9, ’20, '21; Good Speech League '22; Treasurer Senior Class. Ambition: To have two girls at ottee and not yet caught. ETMELREI) LUNDY SYKES Epps “Sun” Shakespeare” His pencil is striking, resistless and grand. R O. 'I' C Lieutenant '22; Good Speech League T9, '20: Council '20. '21; Yancey, Recording Secretary '22; Joint Oratorical '22; Dramatic Club '22; Lc Cercle Francais 22: joint Debate '22; The Taming of the Shrew;” Mir-r r Board '20. '21. ‘22, Kditor-in-Chicf '22; Poet Senior Class. Ambition: To loaf successfully and have my toul accept my invitation. RUTH WILKINSON TUCKER Sugar Saccharine Dotsv Doubly fair in mind and face!' A strat a. Membership Committee '21. Social Committee '22. Treasurer '22; Good Speech League '20; Council '20; Athletic Association 21, '22. Treasurer '21. '22; Lc Cercle Francais, Vice President ’21. '22; Thanksgiving Program 21: Mirror Board '21. ’22; Joint Debate '22; Senior Play 22: Essayist Senior Class '22. Ambition: To become O. Henry II. EDWARD WILLIAM PENNINGTON Ed Penn An abridgement of all that is pleasant in man. Yancey. Chairman Errs Committee. ‘22. Corresponding Secretary '21; Hi-Y, Vice President '21 : Athletic Association: Good Speech League, Vice President. '22; E. II. S.. Athletic Association: Delphian: Press Club: Yokohama Maid; Drum Major. Ambition: To be exempt in Latin. Page One Hundred and Twelve VERE LOUISE FORTNER “Small Change Half a Pint “Yap” I.oak- on her well—does she seem formed to teach ! Should you expect to hear this lady preach? Orchestra 18, '21; Athletic Club; Lc Ccrcle Francais; Dramatic Club; Class Violinist '22. Ambition To weigh it hundred CLARENCE JACOB BERK “Clank” “hats “Berk Still how to imprtree tut in every part. I Us pencil our faces—his manners our heart.” Yanev, Corresponding Secretary ‘20. Standing Committee '20. 21, Recording Secretary '21. '22; Mirror Board '21: Secretary Good Speech League 21: Class F otball '20: Euterpean “Contest of the Nations, The Fire Prince; IVn and Ink Club, Secretary-Treasurer '20. Vice President '21 : Glee Club ’19. '20; Athletic Association; Senior Class Artist. Ambition: To be as good a man as my l ad. EMANUEL GOLDSTEIN “Rubber Lefty “He dares the world, and cotter for a name tic thrusts about and jostles into fame. Yancey; Boys’ Oratorical 21. ’22; Joint Oratorical '22: Athletic Association '20. '21. '22: Good Speech League '19. '22: Dramatic '20. '21. '22, Treasurer 21. '22 : Shakespearean Plav '22: Second Joint Debate ‘22 : Orator Senior Class. INEZ MEL IA ABELSOX Mickey Her winged spirit is feathered oftentimes with Heavenly words. Commercial Club; Press Committee '21. '22: Executive Committee '22. Ambition: To out jJroW mp nickname,”Mickop. Page One Hundred and Thirteen MARY ELIZABETH BALLARD Lib” A tattler heart, a will inflexible. Pierian. Ambition : To be able to raise one eyebrow. MAMIE LEE BARR Vamp Minnie Tull of a nature nothing can tame. Aglaia: Athletic- ssociation; Contest of Nations. Ambition'. To look like a doll, be stceet as honey, and marry a man with lots of money. JAMES HOWARD BUR HUM •itiir ‘(•'real thoughts, great feelings come to him, Like instincts, unawares. Athletic Association '19. 20. ’21. '22; Good Speech League '20. Ambition: To polish the dome on Central High School's flag pole. WILLIAM JACKSON BARGER Rowdy Red Runt Through calm and storm, he pursues the even tenor of his way.” Ambition: to give to the world a great deal more than the world gives to me. Hilliard Literary Society; Athletic Association. Page One Hundred and fourteen IX A BUR RACK ALI.EN’ Patsy” Curly” Beauty costs her nothing, Her virtues ore so rare.” Aglain; Auditorium Committee; Lc Cerclc Franca is. Ambition: To biota one bubble that won't burst. .SAVANNAH MAUDE ALLEY “Bill To t ” “Snookuim Thus watch one who, in the world Both lives, and likes Life's way. Aglaia 20. ’21; Good Speech League '10. Ambition: To have as much pleasure in the school of life as I have in ole Central. LULA NELL ARCHER Lulic” “Hula Lula I.u” • .ealous. yet modest, innocent and free.” straea: Membership Committee '22; Athletic Association. Ambition: To cultivate a poetic soul. Page One Hundred and Fifteen JOSEPH DAVID ARBETTER ••Joe Ubetter ' “Areworse .bid what he greatly thinks, hr nobly dorrs.' Ambition: To hr a policeman at Pete's place. Curry. Librarian '19; Students' Governing Council ’21. HUGH ALSTON' ABERXETHY ••Crip Firm, quirt, yet fjay. G o 1 Speech League 19; Yancey; Athletic Association '20. '21. ’22 Ambition: To find thr formula of Canine biscuit. HENRY ALLISON AMENT “A I Large is his bounty of innocuous drsurtudr. Ambition: To be as popular as I ait; and Haig. Yancey: Athletic Association. STEVV ART LI VI NOST X “Doctor “Professor “The mute wonder lurkrth in men's ears. To steal his street and honeyed sentences ' Hilliard. Third Member Standing Committee. Recording Secretary ’21. Y’ice President '22: Good Speech League ‘19. 21. Treasurer ‘21 : Band 'IS. T9. '20, ’21. Assistant Director T9. ’20; Or chestra '20. 21; Headquarter- Company, R. O. T. C.. '20. 21. C« rporal '21. Ambition: To diagnose the entomological ef- fectiveness of Mr Chase's jokes. Page One Hundred and Sixteen PHILIP ALEXANDER. JR. Phil • nothin common does, or mean. Ambition: To become chief engineer on a peanut stand. CHARLES JOHNSON LLISON. JR. Allylio (), why should Life all labor be.' Let us alone! Yancey: Athletic Association: Good Speech League '1 : R. O. T C. Private '19, Corporal ’20. Sergeant 21; l.e Cercle Francais; Student Government 'IS. Ambition: To discover perpetual motion. TOM TAYLOR ANDERSON Ace Swede Thomas Titles of honor add not to his worth. Who is himself an honor to his titles. Baseball ‘20. 21. Captain-elect '22: Basketball ’21. Captain '22: Football 20, '21. Ambition: To find the answer to the question. Did Harry Holder? FRANCES CORNELIA BIRCH Peggy All that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and Iter eyes.'’ Clio: Commercial. Treasurer 21. Vice President '22. Ambition: To accomplish great things without labor. Page One Hundred and Seventeen MARGARET I,E GRANDE RI.AIR Maim Marge Sophronia Red “She 7ww active, stirring, all fire— Could not rest, could not tire. Clio, Press Committee '20. Secretary '21, Executive Committee 'lx., Clio Audit. Hum Program '21: Kutcrpeau. Yokohama Maid;” Dramatic. Secretary ’21, '22; The Case of Miss Sopbrbnia '21; First Place Characterization Contest '21, ’22: Le Corcle Franenis. Executive Committee '21, ’22; Athletic Association: Thanksgiving Program ’21, ’22; Armistice Day Program ’21; Good Speech League ’18. ’20. 21: Girls Oratorical. Third Place; Mat Da Pageant 21. ’22; Senior Play ’22. Ambition: To fit the pattern cut out for me. EVELYN BEATRICE BROWN “Evelina Is she not more than painting can express. Or youthfiuf poets’ fancy?” Eutcrpean. Contest of Nations ’19; Good Speech League ’21; Commercial, Chairman Membership Committee ’22: Aglaia. Ambition: To fear nothing but evil. ANNIE BLUM IN Little Bit “Shorty “el spirit intense and rare.” Commercial ’20. 21, ’22. Ambition : To travel and see the world in all its glory. JANIE TAYLOR Bin AN Janie Jim Her eye is large and dark. Suppressing half its fire I’util she speaks. Astntca: Athletic Association: Good Speech League ’19. Ambition: To keep people from telling me to “He Good. fage One Hundred and Eighteen FRANCES MARGARET BR )WN •'Peggy .• people soy she has authority. A strata; Euterpean. Ambition: To be able to sit perfectly quiet and still for two minutes. RACHEL JANE BURBRIDGE “Pete “Shorty” “When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of sweet music. Aglaia; Dramatic: Commercial; Euterpean. Mound Builders; Athletic Association. Ambition: To do all eon to moke those around me happy. Rl'BY EUGENIA BURNS “Burney Eyes so transparent That through them one sees the soul. Aglaia. Membership Committee 20. Executive Committee 21. Treasurer 22: Euterpean 19. 20. Contest of the Nation. Fire Prince; Auditorium Committee ‘22 el mbit ion: To meet all hard knocks with a smile. FRANCES HELEN BASS “ller sunny smile, her winsome ways are more to us than all her knowledge Astraea, Executive Committee 21. Social Committee 21. Honorable Mention Preliminary Oratorical: Athletic Association: Sponsor Company C 21. 22. Ambition: To be all that my mother would have me be. Pape One Hundred and Nineteen EDWARD CARTER BROWN!.IE ‘•Jake” His serious thoughts he cloaks in merriment.’' Good Speech League '21 ; Athletic Association. Ambition', To invent dynamite that will blow I lie hollow out of a Jelly lean's chest. BALLARD BERRYMAN BAYLISS Johnny . I man disp sed towards harmony and the arts of peace. Ambition: To be able to do just one thing and do it well. Good Speech League ’IX: R O. T. C. M9, ’20. ’21: Curry Literary Society; Dramatic Club '21. 22; Orchestra ‘21. ‘22. PAUL JOSEPH BOW RON How modest, kindly, all accomplished, wise. If ith What sublime repression of himself. Hilliard: Hi-Y: thletic Association: Captain R. O. T. C.: Varsity Track ’22; Member Student Governing Body 19, ‘20. ‘22; Business Manager Mirror '22. Ambition: To do a little better than just get by” on this old git be. EDWIN GILLS BRUCE. JR. Dummy He works with all the zest of play. And takes all fortune ct uaUy. Yancey: Good Speech League 2i. Ambition: To find out why the zebra hasn't got stars as well as stripes. Page One Hundred and Twenty ALVIN ANTHONY BIGGIO Noogs” ••Bo” “Biggio A moral, sensible and xvell-bred man Ambition To attain a higher standard than Athletic Associate n T9, 20, '21. 22: R- L). 1 C 2nd Lieut. Co. I) '21; Class Football 21. GEORGE PROCTOR BILBE Percy” “Math Shark’ “Such fine reserve ond noble reticence. Mirror Board '22. Ambition: To live long enough to see the new high school completed. WADE BERNARD BARNES “Beans” A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows. Ambition: To be Hemes SSth tW'y Athletic Association; Class Football —, 1 4 • ’ Speech League '20. 21; Hi-Y 21. VERNON HENRY BRIDGES “Happy” “Red ■He hath the rattling tongue of saucy and auda- Gk-c Vhtb: Eutcrpean Club; Dramatic; lid Hard: Athletic Association. Ambition: To be a professor of elocution w a deaf and dumb institute. Page One Hundred and Twenty-one EUGENE GERALD Bl'RKS. JR. Speedy” Whitie He am raise scruples dork and nice, elnd after solve them in a trice. Milliard. el Ml bit ion: To gel what go after MARGARET AMANDA BAKER Marga” Red “A spiirt playful who jests in work and works in jest. Aglaia. el mbit ion: To make others happy. ROMAYNE BAILEY Mayne” Sister .In eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays. Typist of Mirror Board. el mbit ion: Y ot to be simply good—but good for something. MARGARET ANN CHURCH Peggy “Sunday school “Margie ’ Maggie” el heart whose softness harmonises with the whole Beauty of mind, and grace of soul.” Astrea: Dramatic ’21. '22. Membership Committee ‘21; Athletic .Association ’19. ’20. 21. '22: Lc Cercle Frnncais ’21, '22: Good Speech League ’20; Council ’19: Thanksgiving Program ’21. Ambition In the school of life alu'ays to play hookey from sorrow. Page One Hundred and Twenty-fwo FRANCES ELIZABETH CROW Leb Liard “She is pretty to walk tvtili .-I ltd witty to talk with.” Astraca, Membership Committee '22; Art Clttl� ; Dramatic Club; Lc Ccrcle Krancais; Athletic Association; Council; Auditorium Committee; Senior Play. Ambition: Always to have an umbrella when it rains. MABLE LEE COTTEN Maybe Mamie Me “So mild, so merciful, so strong, so {food. So patient, peaceful, loyal, loving, fiure.” Belter Speech League '19; Astraca '19. 20; Athletic Association; Commercial, Treasurer ‘22. Ambition: To see all, bear all, and then know what it is about MARC. A RET ELIZABETH COX Mark'' Midget...l’iny •‘inn in deed and thought. She is the ipiiet kind ITItdse nature never varies” Athletic Association. Ambition : To be, rather than seem to be. RUBY COPLOX Jewel Wooby ■'Then I'll commend her volubility. And say she utlereth piercing eloi uence.” Good Speech League 19; Commercial Club, Corroponding Secretary ‘21 ; Mirror Board ’22. Ambition: To have all the wishes in my grad book come true. Page One Hundred and Twenty-three FRANK ROSSER CRAVEN Crazy He rises serene and resolute and still, .hid calm and self-possessed. Hilliard ’21. '22; Athletic Association ‘21. '22; Mirror Advertising Staff ’22. .hnbition: To sell . I retie Pies at the Xorth Pole. GERTRUDE GRACE CLAPP Cricket” Yank” Sis” Gertie” “Trudie” Pig Precious” Sunshine” “Cuckoo” There is a soft and pensive [trace Cast of thought upon her fare. Astraca; Lo Cercle Erancais; Dramatic: Good Speech League '20. ‘22; Athletic Association; Le Surprise d'Isidorc ‘22; Semi-Centennial Pageant ‘21. .■hnbition: To do all the good can as a mis- sionary hi the foreign field. MARY MILLER COULBOURN “Maidie” 'Hon sxceet and gracious, even in common speech. Pierian; Le Cercle Erancais; E'uterjiean; Good Speech League 'IS. ‘19; Auditorium Committee ‘20, '21: Athletic Association; Mirror Board 18. ‘19. ‘20. ‘21. '22. .hnbition: To be. rather than seem to be. OLLIE BELLE CASA DAY ”Her modest look's the Collage might adorn Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Clio; Dramatic ‘21. '22; Le Cercle Erancais ’22. .hnbition: To graduate from college :with the greatest honors. Page One Hundred and Twenty-four WILLIAM ANDREW CASADAY “Speed” Windy “ There is no kind of tit inn in the versa I world but what you ran turn your hand to.” k. O. f. C.. Camp Jackson 20. R. O. T. C. Football 21: Hi-Y. .1 mbit ion: To be as {food a grammarian as Miss Chambtess would have me to be. JOHN ROBERT COLE Fatty “Doc Prompt to assail, and careless of defense. Invulnerable in his impudence ’ Milliard; Hi-Y 20. 21. Treasurer '22; R. O. T. C. Color Sergeant 22; Athletic Association; Mirror Board 21. '22. 1 mbit ion: To liken unto Hyperion in statue. HENRY COLE “CharcoaP “So much his courage and his mercy strive He wounds to cure and conquers to forgive!’ Band '!«. 19. 20: Orchestra 21 ; Hi-Y 20. 21: Camp Jackson '20; R. O. T. C. 'IS. D . 20. '21 .1 mbit ion: To cat Hskimo pies with Uskomo- ctfis at the Xorlh Pole. EM AX I EL HENRY COPELAND Blisters Cope “He smiles when fortune Buffets Hilliard: Athletic Association; Council '22: Good Speech League. Ambition: To be able to eh etc gum without using perpetual motion. Page One Hundred and Twenty-five ETHEL COPELAND Xaziniova” ”ET Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind. Council ’20; Commercial, Executive Committee ’21. Recording Secretary '22. 1 mbit ion; To be happy and to make others happy. MARY ELLEN CRl;TCHER ‘'Mike Skcllen” Never an idle moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others. Ambition: To be successful in discovering my ambition. LAURA MAE COLLIER “Laloo” “Laurie” Her very frowns are fairer, far. Than smiles of other maidens are.” Astraca, Critic ’22; Dramatic ’19. ’20. ‘21. '22; Athletic Association ’19. ’20. ’21; Good Speech League ’19, ’20. ’21: Lc Cerclc Francais 22. Ambition: To cease to be a chatterbox. ESSIE FRANCES COLE Essex” “Cole 8” 'In her, greatness is combined with a happy disposition.” Commercial, Algaia. Ambition: To hitch my wagon to a star and ride high. Page One Hundred and Twenty-six SADIE COHEN “Shorty” f noble nmni and true, that knows no boundary walls.” Commercial. .1 inbifirn: To find one. MARY ADELENE CHAMBLEE Mamie” Maxine” Miss Doctor “Studious to [ lease.“ Cli ; I.e Ccrcle Krancais; Athletic Association. W1 l.LLAM ADDISON COBBS. JR. Bill' “lie has a will to hare his way. Yancey: Captain. R. O. T. C.; Class Football ’20. ’21. A inbition: To get fat. JAMES MELTON COLLINS Doc” “Plain without pomp, and rich without a show.” Hilliard; Orchestra: R. O. T. C., 1st Sergeant 19. Camp Jackson 20. 1st Lieutenant, Company E. ’20, Captain. Company C, 21: Athletic Association. Ambition; To be a “Doe. Page One Hundred and Twenty-seven MARY LOUSE DOBBS “Wcc-sc Lizzie .1 daughter of lit,' Cods, divinely toll and most divinely fair. Who understand,-ill the secrets of hooks and the tvays of all mankind'' Clio: Commercial; Good Speech League. Ambition: To live zee 11 and die happy. ELSIE MOPE DILLON ‘•No-Mope Climax Her tongue has a tang, her humor no smart. With whimsical genius she captures your heart ” Aglnia, Press CV mm it tee ‘21, Vice President '21, ’22: Dramatic 21. ’22: Mirror Board ‘21. ‘22: Second on J int Debate '22. Ambition: To reduce education to a liquid form and make my fortune selling it at one dollar a bottle. LL’CILK ELLIS I DAL Ye Cods! Hut she is wondrous fair! Clio: Gin 1 Speech League '21: Representative to Council ‘20. '22: Kuterpcan ‘V): Contest of Nations ‘19; May Day Festival '21. Ambition: To learn to work and think faster —thereby aceomplihsing more. DOROTHY DORA DAVIS D. t ‘‘Red ’ “Dotty There’s language in her eye. her cheek her lip. Commercial Club, Executive Committee; Good Speech League. Ambition To invent a raosr to shave the face of the earth; a liniment to heal the pane of glass. and a cushion for the seat of war. Page One Hundred and Twenty-eight ROSALIE DUNCAN O, Lady! ability is thine, and thy farm, the reflation of thy nature” Aglaia Club 22; Euterpean Club '20; Dramatic Club 22 .7 mbit ion : Finding that which I seek. NELSON EDWARD DAVIS • Jeff” Chick” Dutiful in thought and deed” Athletic Association: Ili-Y; Marshall '2 '22 R O. T. C. Ambition'. To conquer whatever I undertake. THOMAS BARNEY DcRAMUS Google” Moderate. resolute, whole in himself, a common good ” Hilliard, Corresponding'Secretary 'IS. T9. '20. President 21. '22. President of Standing Com niittce 21. '22: ('mod Speech League, Secretary 18. T9. President 20; The Florist Shop:” Dramatic Club; Athletic Association; no demerit in 11 igh School. Ambition: To leave everything a little belter than found it..................... ........ GEORGE CURRY ELLIS. JR. D. c” Loot” 41 And e'en his failings lean to -Artlie's side.” Curry, Corresponding Secretary T9; C. H. S. Battalion TS. T9: Second Lieutenant Company B. R. O. T C. 3). '21; Athletic Association: Good Speech League ’20. Ambition: To add another wonder to the wanders of the ’world. Page One Hundred and Twenty-nine LEO ALEXANDER ELKOURIE ••Jack Kid “Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more. President English Class '28; Member Auditorium Committee ’20; Athletic Association; Sergeant R. O. T. C. '21; Marshall 20. el mbit ion : To be oil that is expected of me. LAURA I.EE EVANS The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart. Pen and Ink Club ’21. President '22; Mirror Board '22; Art Club ’21, '22; French Club 21, 22; Good Speech League '19, '21, '22. el mbit ion: To count my friends by the thous- ands. ANNE PERKINS ELLIS “A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warm, to comfort and command. Pierian, Press Committee 21. Critic ’22; Art Club, Membership Committee '21; Dramatic; Lc Ccrclc Krancais; Auditorium Committee ’21; Good Speech League ‘20, ‘21; Athletic Association; Mirror Board 21, '22. Ambition: To master the fine art of discrimi- nation. ELSIE FOWLER Page One Hundred and Thirty BESSIE COPELAND F HAG IN •Tody Shorty Her eyes as stars of twilight fair. Like tun light’s, loo, her dusky hair. Art Club '22; I.e Ccrcle Fracnais. .■1 mbit ion: To keep that school girl complex- ion. FRED CLEMMONS FREEMAN Spivis ‘•Fritz” .-I man who consecrates his hours By vigorous effort and an honest aim.” Orchestra '17. T8. T9, '20; R. O. T. C. Band, First Sergeant ’20. First Lieutenant. Drum Major 21, ’22, Camp ackson ’20; Hi-Y. Ambition: To become a lineman with a wire- less telegraph company. DON SEAY FULLBRIGHT None but himself can be his parallel.” Athletic Association ’20. '21; Student Government T9. Ambition: To Don” an idea that will be full bright KNOX IE MAE FAULK Boxie Next But light as any wind that blazes. So fleetly does she stir; But true as any wind doth blow, With wisdom not to err. Clio 21, '22, Executive Committee ’21; Dramatic ’20. 21, '22; Lc Ccrclc Francais 21, '22; Athletic Association 21. '22; Good Speech League T9, '22; Thanksgiving Program 20; Spirit of the Valley 21; May Festival 21, 22. Ambition: To hitch my wagon to a star. Page One Hundred and Thirty-one CYNTHIA Ml SHAT FOWLKES Tootsie ' “A soul who dwells apart. Pierian, Treasurer ’21: Art Club; Dramatic, l,e Cerclc F’rancais: Athletic Association. Ambition: To no to Wellesley. LILLIAN GIBBS Giddy” She is most fair, ami thereunto Her like doth rightly harmonise Astrnea; Eutcrpean TO. Contest of Nations; Dramatic 20; thlctic ssnciation 20. 21. Sponsor ’22 Ambition: To grow tall! SYLVIA GOLDMAN “Tibi Music ill her speech. Lc Cerclc Franca is: Dramatic Club: Euter-pcan; Student Body C vernment 19. 20. 21; Athletic Association. Ambition: To rival l tvlowa in her swan Dance. SARAH GOTTLIEB Shorty Fatty “Sahara The simplest act. rightly perf- rmed. bears the mark of achievement. F'utcrpcan: Mound Builders, Going Up; Spanis hChtb; Good Speech League 19; Athletic Association; Commercial Club. Chairman Membership Committee 20. Ambition: To grasp my opportunities. Page One Hundred and Thirty-two FRANK CLIFFORD GREEN O, knowledge, well-inhabited and turned to worthy ends. Hilliard; R. O. T. C ; Good Speech League 21; lli-Y. .Ambition-. To take the argent out of .Argentina. SAI L MAISEL GOLDSTEIN Sal “And still they gaze, and still the wonder grows That one small head should carry all he knows. Yancey; Vthlctic ssociation. .Ambition: 'To beat Dana at hts own game. HUGH RAUL GOURLEY “Polly ' Guriy “Though deef', yet gentle; th ugh quiet. Vet firm—a :well-mannered man. ELLEN EMELINE GILES “The softer charm that in her manner lies, So framed to captivate, yet not surprise. Astraea, Chairman Membership Committee '21, Executive Committee -1, Correst.........ding Secre- tary ‘22; Athletic Association; Dramatic Club; Lc Cerclc Francai . Am bilion: To H natural, to If sharp, and never li flat. Page One Hundred and Thirty-three ALICE GOLDSTEIN “Sohtry Little Hit “Al A lender smile, our sorrows’ only balm.' Commercial Club. Chairman Membership Committee 21. Corresponding Secretary '22. Ambition: To be 5 feet 5 and weigh 120 pounds. ELIZABETH GRAY Libby” Bess” Courtesy is her charm. Student Government 20, ’21: Athletic Association ’19, ’20. Ambition: To get slender without having to diet. GEORGIA MYRTLE FRANCES GARNER “Mirt “Money “Johnnie Domestic worth that shuns too strong a light C Aglaia; Eutcrpean; Good Speech League 17. ‘18; Pageant '21; Cantata '22. Ambition: To be supervisor at John Hopkins. JAMES LAE PETER GREEN Trig” “Sultan When he speaks, the air. a libertine is still. Athletic Association ‘20, ’21; Lunchroom Committee. Ambition : To have a Latin conversation with I irgil in the Elysian Fields. ’ Tage One Hundred and Thirty-four LILLIAN ELOISE GEOHEGAN Kid Peggy Those true eyes, Ton pure and loo honest in aught to disguise. Clio 22: Dramatic Club 21. 22; Lc Ccrclc Franca is 21. 22; Athletic Association 21. 22. Ambition: To cross the river Styx without falling in. ELIZABETH Gl'SSEN Gus Sliz Calm and Keen. Clio 19. '22. Treasurer 21. Membership Committee ’22; Dramatic Club 20. 22. Press Committee ’21. Chairman Membership Committee '22; I.e Ccrclc Franca is '21. ’22. Secretary ’22: Good ‘Speech League 19; Auditorium Committee ‘20; Spirit of Valley Semi-Centennial. Ambition: To have the right to think. SUSIE MILDRED HARGETT Eyes not down dropt, nor overbright, but fed With the clear pointed flame of Wisdom” Aglais; Commercial. Ambition: To be the original originator of originality. VIRGINIA DEATH Tootsie Wbotsic v'Ginia Horn to Smile Serenely ’ Childcrshurc High ‘20: Valedictorian Central High 22: Euterpean. Aglaia; La Ccrclc Fran-cais; Athletic Association. Ambition: To play like Paderewski and sing like Geraldine Parr or. Page One Hundred and Thirty-five RUTH ALICE HOGLAN If lint she doth smile, her face is as sweet as blossoms after rain, A strata; Lc Ccrclc Krancais. AmbitionTo leant to pronounce ought and taught to the satisfaction of some of my friends. JANIE REBECCA HILL Her docile disposition will surmount every difficulty. Astraea: Dramatic; Lc Ccrclc Krancais; Athletic Association. A mbition: That ! may always succeed. SARA ANNE HOSKINS Skinny” The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed, . hid ease of heart, her every look conveyed. Aglaia; Commercial; Dramatic. Ambition: To some day be worthy of my nickname, Skinny. ANNIE LEE HALL •ilall Gypsy ”( , hour much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sued ornamenth truth doth give.” Astraea ’20. ‘21; Dramatic '22: Athletic Association 21. Lc Ccrclc Krancais '20, Secretary ’22; Chief Marshal 22. Ambition: To follow the gypsy trails. 'age One Hundred and Thirty-six CORNELIA HA NUN “Nelia” -Toots” Hlues are her eyes as the fairy flax. Good Speech League '19. 'JO. '21; Aglaia; Ku-terpean Club; Contest of Nations,” “The Eire Prince. Yokohama Maid.” “Mamzcllc Taps. Ambition'. To tiff, to luff and luff much. ESTHER IRENE IIENCKELL Henk” In the depths of her serene spirit there is the nobleness of repose.” Commercial Club. Ambition: To be an expert typist. EMMA LUC ILK MANES “Ludy Ciel lixperienee teaches her to act as well «i c to talk'. Aglaia. Membership Committee ’19. Custodian 'JO. Chairman Membership Committee 20. President '21; Dramatic; Oratorical '22. Ambition: To be engineer on a It tidal Train. ELD RED KERRIS HOGAN lie will succeed because of industry. Ambition : To compound prescriptions by electricity. Page One Hundred and Thirty-set en ROBERT CLAYTON FLEMISTER. JR. “Long Bov Little Bobbie On,' of our noblest, our most i'olorous, Sanest ami most obedient ' Ambition: To establish Latin as the interna- tional medium of parley. GEORGE WILLIAM HAYS Hay jazz Hop When Duty whispers loti', ‘Tltou must.' this youth replies, 7 can Orchestra '18. Ambition: To be such an architect that the rest will flow gently. FRANK CLAYTON HOLLE A fair and courteous gentleman ’ Curry; Press Committee ’20. Corresponding Secretary '21, Recording Secretary '21; Athletic Association '21, '22: Second Lieutenant R. O. T. C. Ambition: To discover the formula of George Stein's hair tonic. FREDA MAE HINKLE Frccky Peggy “Pccdic Direct in gesture, in deportment mild. Ambition: To return all favors given me in Doge One Hundred and Thirty-eight NELLIE VIOLA HAMILTON Wofj ” “Dumpy” Her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird. Agalia '20. ‘21, 22. Critic ’21, Treasurer ‘21, Secretary '22: Good Speech League ’19; Athletic Association; Dramatic '20. ’21. ’22. Ambition: To get one proper mime right. WILLIAM Cl IK 1ST IK HUGHES “Shorty” “Bill” “Speedy H e grant, although he had much wit. He was very shy in using if. Ambition; To be able to demonstrate iceless refrigerators in Alaska. DAISY HOOVER IDA ELIZABETH JACKSON “Liz” “Betty” 1. E” IliKv winsome is her charm. Piersian; Lc Cercle Francais; Dramatic Club, Press Committee '21; Art Club, Critic '21; Council, Secretary '20; Auditorium Committee, Chairman ‘21; Athletic Association '21; Senior Play. Ambition: To know my cue in life. Page One Hundred and Thirty-nine ROY WESLEY JONES “Hunker” “His the courage barn of deep faith.” Ambition: t'o see that which is goad in every man. LEON WATERS JOHNSON “Lonnie” “Handsome” Hut a merrier man, I never spent an hour's talk withal. Curry, Press Committee ’21, '22; Marshal '18; Good Speech League '19; Athletic $ ociation ’21 Ambition: To love and be loved. CECIL ELLIS JORDAN “Shorty” 'He gives us the guintessem e of perception. Ambition ; Io do others as they have done me. NINA ELIZABETH JOHNSTON “Our Yankee” im” Clear are her eyes, like purest skies. Aglaia. Athletic Association. Ambition: To blow one bubble that will not burst. Page One Hundred and forty DOROTHY LOUISE JUSEK Jugo Dot Long Boy Jusie” An open-hearted maiden, frank and true. Astraea; l.e Ccrcle Erancais; Dramatic. Ambition : To obtain the nickname Shorty. MARGUERITE JONES Bill Margie Elegant as simplicity, and warm as ecstacy. Ambition: To be a musician. MOLL IE BECK JENKINS Becky And her sunny locks hang on her temples, like a golden fleece. . Astrea. Membership Committee 19. '20. ’21; Dramatic Club; Lc Ccrdc Erancais; Good Speech League ’21; Athletic Association; Mirror Board ’20: Armistice Program: Thanksgiving Program '21 ; Senior Play '22. Ambition: To put first things first. ALICE CATHERINE JONES Bets Cat Kate Where burnt r quaint and shy. Dimples the check and points the Shining Eye. Clio; Lc Ccrdc Francais; Athletic Association. Ambition: To lire in a world of laughter. ‘age One Hundred and Forty-one NAOMIJOEJAFFE Duke” Squirrel” “Nymph of the twinkling Toes. Astraca. Corresponding Secretary '21, Social Committee ’21; Athletic Association '19, ’20, ’21, ’22. Vice President 19, ’20. 21. ’22; Sponsor Football Squad ’20, '21, ’22; Auditorium Committee ’21; Student Council ’20, Vice President ’22; Dramatic Club ’22; Senior Play The Charm School.” Ambition: To swim the '‘Australian Crawl and never (jet tired. DOROTHY CARROLL KYSER Forever foremost in the ranks of fun, She used her wit to balance her learning. Astraea; Dramatic; Art Chit ’20; Good Speech League '19; Student Government '19; Mirror Board ’21. Ambition: To acquire tact. PAUL ANDREW KX’HNE “Pablo” Cooney” Dummy Though modest, on his unembarrassed brow, Nature had written—'Gentleman.' Hi-Y; Le Ccrclc Francais.. A. A. '20. '21. 22; O. L. C. ’21. ’22; P. L. '22. Ambition: Never to falter on the ladder of life. MAX LIONEL KIMERLING Maggie” A man so various that he seems to be Not one. but all mankind's epitome. Curry 'IS; Good Speech League '18; Commercial Club ’22. Ambition: To be a cent-sation in the cent-er of cent-sible people. Page One Hundred and Forty-two MOSES JOSEPH LEVINE Mosc Then he will talk—ye gods' How he will talk I Curry; Good Speech League '20; Commercial Club. elm bit ion: To laugh my way through life and see what the joke will be. THELMA MAE LEONARD Something more than ■ melody Dwells ever in her words.” Ambition: To climb the highest ladder of success. FLORENCE NAPIER LYLE Flo ll'ith gifts and graces eminently adorned. Pierian, Membership Committee '20. Critic 21. Secretary '22; Athletic Assoiation, Sponsor '20, 21. '22; Dramatic Club; Edilor-in-Ghief of Mirror ’22; Senior Play ’22: Art Club: La Ccrcle Francais. MARIANNE JEFFERSON LYLES Granny” Her wit was more than man; Her iunoence a child.” Clio, Treasurer '22. Excutive Committee '21, Membership 21; Eutcrpean ’20; Student Government ’20: Le Ccrcle Francais; Good Speech League T9. ’20. Ambition: To get what I want when I want it and to want what get when get it. Page One Hundred and Forty-thri t ANDREW HENDRIX KNIGHT “Auk” “Andy” ••flank” ' His filer, the index of a feeling mind.' Hi-V : K. () T. C. Football ‘21; Sergeant liaml. Camp Jackson 20; Athletic Association. Ambition: To hr or not to be —a Dumb-bell. SOPHIE KAI.SK I “Zubysco” Sofa” Vo thing is so strong as gentleness Nothing so gentle as real strength.” Spanish Club, Press Committee '21; Commercial Club. Press Committee, Membership Committee. Critic: Good Speech League’20. Ambition'. Sexier to look' back to the sorrows of yesterday, but always look forward to the feys of the tomorrow. ROBBIE BERTIE LEWIS “Bob “Bobbie” How modest, kindly, wise. Aglaia. Commercial Club. Ambition To be a model stenographer for a rieh old bachelor when I'm grown up.” ELOISE LATTA “Eloi-sa” “Peggy” Yankee” l.otta Smiles Those deep, dark eyes with pride demure IThen pity would be softening through. Astraca, Recording Secretary '22: Dramatic Club: Good Speech League '20; Council 20: .Mirror Board 2 ); Art Club; tliletic Association; Oratorical ‘22. Ambition: To be as great as the Divine Sarah. or at least a “scene shifter.” V Page One Hundred and Party-four ARTHUR HAYDEN LAWSON “Rat Klcp “He bears a charmed life. Athletic Association: Good Speech League. el mbit ion: To be able to prove to the Royal Order of Benevolent Hoboes that the corners of a square meal do not hurt the stomach. CARL ROBERT LUNDSTROM Pec Wee Lunch Room” “ Lively “He is broad and honest. Breathing an easy gladness.'’ I li-Y; President Session Room '20. Ambition: To learn what fr. Ordivay does with the rocks and marbles turned in from Room b. PHILIP JOHN LOMBARDO “Big Boy Don Felipe His armor is his honest thought.” Ambition: To find out what Milton teas talk mg about in his Allegro.” JAMES EDWARD LESLIE Jim “Less ”lt's hard to foretell If hat might be his goal.” Hilliard; Athletic Association '21. '22. Ambition: To proxy that the earth is flat. Page One Hundred and Forty-five REESE BURROUGHS LLOYD “Green Ball” Rastas” Harold Lloyd ’Tis much he dares, and lie hath wisdom that doth guide his valor to act in safety. Athletic Association; Good Speech League '20. ’21; Student Government '22. Ambition: To succeed in business. MARGARET MARIE LOKEY “Rcte” Box Her voice was ever soft. Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.” Aglaia; Dramatic : La Sociedad Castcllana, Critic T9, ’2t): Lc Cerclc Francais; Thanksgiving Program ’20; May Day Pageant ’21. Ambition: Never to do anything that I would afterwards regret. HENRY PERRY LITTLE “A manner blithe and debonair.” Hilliard ’20, '21; Glee Club ’21, ’22: Orchestra 20. ’21. President 22. Ambition: To spend a romantic yet majestic life in the serene obscurity of a South Sea island —directing a chorus of mermaids. JOHN WILLIAM LOWREY Bill” Country Strong without rage, without overflowing full. Yancey; R. O. T. C„ Second Lieutenant; Supply Officer ’21; First Lieutenant Company 1) ’22; Glee Club; Going l:p” '22. Ambition: To give to the world the best have, even though that best be small. Page One Hundred and Forty-six SUE CHILTON McCLl'RE Xor know we anythin• so fair, as the smile upon thy face. Astraca Treasurer '21 : Student Government 19, 20; Athletic Association '20, 21: Euterpean 18. '19; Art T8: The Fire Prince” '19; “The Yokohama Maid” '20. Ambitim: To love and be loved. THELMA IRVINE MONTGOMERY Modest. meek, demure. Aglaia, Secretary '21; Euterpean: Dramatic. Ambition: To warble like a nightingale. MARY FRANCES McNEIL “Frank Who can explain the secret of her charm Clio; Athletic Association; l.e Cerclc Francais; Student Government ’20, 21. Ambition: To follow even the shadow of the best rather than remain content with the worst. RUBY IDALENE M KADOWS “Arlic’’ 0, slow to smite and swift to spare, Hen tie, merciful and just. Ambition: To be a musician. Page One Hundred and Forty-seven EVERETT GOODRICH McOONOUGH “E IM “Mac ’ “Sleepy “There's a brave fellow! There's a wan of pluck r Ambition: To invent a noiseless soup con- sumer. C AMELIA MARIE MI DDE ETON “Officious. innocent, sincere. Of every friendless name the friend Aglaia '22; Dramatic 21. Ambition: To play the D minor scale cor- rectly. MARY ELIZABETH McPHERSOK “Sli . “Little Dream fancies hang like cloud cities around her. Vet she eon meet the needs of everyday. Alain. Membership Committee '22; Dramatic Club; l.c Cercle I'rancais. Ambition: To learn to iivc and to live to learn. ADA BLANCHE MOORE I',lining knowledge, possessing some and what is far better and rarer, open minded for more. Algaia; Dramatic Club 21. Ambition: To melt the hearts of people with music. Page One Hundred and Forty-eight MAYE BETH MONTGOMERY “Mary Jane Beth May She's a winsome wee thing She’s a bonny wee thing. Dramatic ’20; Algaia. Chairman Membership Commttce. .' mbit Ion: To rival Raphael. LEONORA MORGAN Leo Honey Nonic Courteous though lay, and gentle though retired. Ambition'. To be a musician and make my parents proud of me. LA FAYETTE MURDOCH MERIWETHER. JR. “Doc Sleepy Horn to success he seems, with grace to win. with heart to hold, with shining gifts that take all eyes. Ambition: To find the strength of Muscle Shoals. HARRY GEORGE MOORE zealous, yet modest Hilliard. Ambition: To gase at the stars though 1 fall in the well. Page One Hundred and Party-nine J. B. MERRILL. JR. There is nothing so great that fear to do it for my friends.” Hilliard. Press Committee '22: Athletic Association; Hi Y; Mirror Board '22: Captain R. O. T. C 22. 22. Ambition: To be the first man to travel around the world over the wireless. JOSEPH MAR DIE MEADE “Joe’' “Joshua” “Welcome and valued Everywhere.” Yancey ; Lieutenant R. C). T. C. Ambition: To get one good Latin grade from Miss Thornton. KATHERINE MUSH AT MAR BURY Tot “.So fair, so sweet and withal so sensitive.” Pierian. Chairman Membership Committee '30. President '21: Art Club; Le Cercle; Athletic Association; Dramatic Club. Ambition: To be assistant to Miss Thomas. louis fort McConnell “Mas” Lcody” A youth to whom was given a calm demeanor.” R- O .T C. Band T9, ’20. 21. '22 : Camp Jack-son. S. C.. 20; Curry T9. ‘20. Advertising Manager Curry Courier: Sergeant Headquarters Company (Band) ‘21: Class Football—Sophomore . ‘20. Senior Champions ’22. Halfback All Cla� Team. Ambition: To be good for something besides nothing. Page One Hundred and Fifty MILDRED MIMS “Mimi 0. could you view the melody of every (trace You'd see yourself. Clio, Vice-President ’21. Presdent 22. Exccu- m tive Committee '19. '20: Dramatic Club; Council. Secretary '22: Mirror Board ’21. '22. m Ambition: To he the proud possessor of a poetic soul. MARGARET WINSTON MARVIN Marg “Bunk Wrought all kinds of service with a noble ease That qraced the lowliest act in doing it. Pierian ’21. '22: Dramatic '21. ’22; Art Club '21. '22: Orchestra 20. ’21: Mirror Board '21. 22: Athletic Association '20. '21. '22; I.e Cerclc Kran- cais '21. A mbit ion: To have and to hold. DORA NAYLOR “Dodo Of studious mind and vision broad. Athletic Association : La Cerclc Erancais; Good Speech League '20. 21; Kuterpean; Contest of the Nations '19; The Eire Prince '20; “The Yokohama Maid '20; Mamzellc Taps' 21; “The Mound Builders '22. Ambition: To decide whether to be what I please or what others expect of me. SARA WILHELMIXA SIIACKERFORD GEORGE ROBERT McNKII.L Eats Skinny “Bob His heart is as treat as the world, but there is no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong. Football '19. '20. 21. Captain '20: Kuterpean and Glee Club. Peaecpipe. Ambition: To play on Center's football team. Page One Hundred and Pi fly MILDRED KATE SELF Sug” (.Untie of speech, but absolute of rule Athletic Association ’21. 22. Ambition: To keep the if olden Rule. SOPHIE SIEGEL Soky” And when she speaks Her words are words of wisdom. Commercial, Recording Secretary ’20. President 21, ‘22; Clio. Membership Committee 21; Girls Oratorical 21; Good Speech League; Spanish Club. Ambition: To leave the world a little better than when found it. KATIE ELIZABETH SMITH Lizzie” ‘‘Caty-did’ Whence the learningf Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil? Clio; Lc Francais Ccrcle 22; Pageant ’21. . Ambition: To mean as much to the world as the caty-did. X AUFLEET SUDDUTH No Feet” She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless chimes and starry skies. Clio, Executive Committee 22. Membership Committee 21. Press Committee ’20’ Dramatic Club 20; Lc Ccrcle Francais ’21, ’22; Eutcrpean 19; Student Government T9. 20. Ambition: To play successfully before a critical audience. Page One Hundred and Fifty-two AARON SACHS Toby' 1L- speaks filly and is silent wisely. Basketball 71. Ambition: To accomplish something worth while. GAMALIEL. SARA SO UN “Peroxide' Jerusalem Curlly ‘'With every change, his features played.' Commercial 22; Good Speech League '19, '20; Mirror Board 71; Baseball '20; Auditorium Committee 72. Ambition: To make a better average than 5 in life. MAX STERN. JR. Kid” “Stearns To some the gods grant grace to speak in fitting words.” Yancey 71. 72; Glee Club 71. 72; hutcrjiean 71. '22; Opcratta 72; Athletic Association. Ambition: To be a successful laundry driver. KATHLEEN VIRGIL STAPLES Kat “Catiline’’ How well in thee appears the constant service of a faithful heart.” Page One Hundred and Fifty-three EL WIN A ESTELLE ROBERTS ‘‘Stella In sportive jest she works and accomplishes.' Pierian; Dramatic: Athletic Association; Lc Ccrcle Francais. Ambition: To get wluit I want when I want it and to want what I get when I get it. ALL IE PEARL ROLLINS •Jill A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food” Euterpcan Club, “Yokohama iMai l, “Man’zellc Taps ; Aglaia; Commercial. Ambition: To be what my mother would want me to be. GEORGIA ELIZABETH SMITH Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs. Silence that speaks, and eloquence of eyes. ' A strata. Press Committee T9, Corresponding Secretary 'JO. Vice President 21. President ’22; Euterpcan, “Fire Prince, “Yokohama Maid, “Manuelle Taps, Euterpcan Concert ’22. Going Up '22. Secretary ‘21; Dramatic Club; Athletic Association; Art Club ‘22; Marshall T9. 21; Council ’21. Secretary-Treasurer 21; Joint Debate '22: Sponsor, Honor Company E, R. O. T. C. 21. Ambition: To always be—Q. D. ETHEL RAY SNYDER “Pork “Twin ‘•Shorty “Nuts Pierian; Athletic Association; Student Government ’20. Ambition: To smile in the halls, zeithout be- ing caught by a marshal. Page One Hundred and Fifty-four ROBERT GRIFFIN’ STATON “Station Ifho comprehends his trust, and to the some Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim. Milliard; C. II. C. C. T8� Corporal '18. Sergeant T9; R O. T C. Captain ’20. 21. Major 21; Glee Club '20; “Contest of Nations Business Manager Mirror; President ’20. 21. Ambition: To hove on ambition. ROBERT KNEISLY SAUNDERS “Bob is speech is a fine example, on the whole Of rhetoric. Council '21; Court 22: Mirror Board 21, 22; Athletic Association 21, 22. Ambition : To write a Cos Jet that some- body will laugh at. SUSIE RAMSAY SMITH “Sue To those who know• thee not. no :words con paint; And those who know thee, know all words arc faint. Pierian, Executive Committee ’21. President 22; Athletic Association, President 21, Sponsor 19, 20, 21, '22: Art Club; Dramatic; Senior Play: Head Marshal; I.c Cerclc Francais. Ambition: To be an Arctic Dainty, the velvet kind, and not let the frost Hite. JESSE THOMPSON STAI.IJNGS Jess Yancey: 1 li-Y: Student Government Body T9: Athletic Association. A bright and thorough edged intellect. Ambition : To be as thin as Robert Cole. Page One Hundred and fifty-five FRANCES ALSTON NORTON “Frank” Fan” Slats Heart on her lipts and soul within her eyes.” Commercial Club ’18. '19, '20, ’21; Athletic Association '19. '20. ‘21. '22: Dramatic '20. '21. Ambition: To do the things that others say can’t be done. FRANCES DUNERITH WILLARD NEWMAN Dutchie She is a burning and a shining light.” Astraca: Euterpcan; “Contest of the Nations”; thletic Assocation: Lc Cerclc Francals. Ambition: To pronounce ne Trench sentence GEORGE JAMES NEALEANS .‘Pug GJ - Caruso “A sunshine heart, and a soul of song. Glee Club, Secretary and Treasurer ’19. ‘20, President '22; Euterpcan Club. “Contest of Nall?118 ’18. “hire Prince” '19, “Yokohama Maid” 20. Mamzclle Taps” 21. Mound Builders '22, Going lTp '22. Business Manager '20. 21; Dramatic Club: Athletic Association; Cheer Leader '19. 20. 21. Ambition: To like and be liked, to love and be loved, to live and let live. RICHARD ALONZO NUNNELLEY. JR. Dick “Shorty The confidence of reason given.” Hi-Y; Sergeant R. O. T. C.; Athletic Associa tion. Ambilino: To be what I 'want to be. Page One Hundred and Fifty-six JANICE WADE NOWELL Jan She is more fair than words can say. Pierian; Dramatic; Athletic Association; Lc Ccrcle Francais; Council 21: God Speech League '19, '20; Thanksgiving Program 21; May Day Dances ’21. '22; Semi-Centennial Pageant ’21; Senior Play '22. Ambition: To teach Irene Castle how to dance. MARVIN HEFLIN NABORS Big Boy Shorty Who knows nothing base. Tears nothing known.’’ Glee Club 19; Enterprise Club 19; Milliard. Treasurer ‘22; Football '20. ’21. Captain-elect '21; Athletic Association ’19, '20. 21. ’22; Baseball ’19. Ambition: To be or not to be. DRAYTON XABERS A man who's not afraid to say his say. Though a whole town's against him. Marshal '21; Council '22; Athletic Association ’21. ’22; Good Speech League '20. Ambition: My utmost for the highest. MARY ELSIE ORR L. C. “Sis And she is fair, and fairer than that word, of wondrous virtues. Clio; Euterpcan Club, Mam'zellc Taps. The Mourn! Builders; Le Ccrcle Francais; Athletic Association. Ambition: To be healthy, helpful and happy. .V —� 7- Page One Hundred and Fifty-seven FRANCES EDWARDS ORR “Bohemian Blonde “Fritz ‘Ever in motion, blithesome and cheery. Good Speech League 18; Dramatic Club 20. '21; Euterpean '20. '21; Fire Prince, “Yokohama Maid; Mirror Board ‘20; Athletic Association ’20. 21; Astraea, Executive Committee, Recording Secretary. Ambition: To prove that all blondes are not Haiti headed. JAMES LAWTON PUTMAN Put Careless of praise, yet most praiseworthy he. Athletic Association ‘21. ‘22. Ambition: To be the obotus-cashion for Charon. EDGAR MOODY POE Professor Shorty Pleasant, thoughtful, just and wise. Curry '19. Standing Committee '19, Treasurer 19. Vice President '20, Vice President '21; Mirror Beard 20. 22; Dramatic Club '20. :Ambition: To see old thoughts in a new light and turn them into gold. CAESAR Bl'RKS POWELL Kaiser Yet looks he like a king, behold his eye Lighten forth controlling majesty. Good Speech League '19, '21; Mirror Board '21; High School Band 19. '20. 1. 22; High School Orchestra 21: R. O. T. C '20. 21. ’22; Athletic Association '22. Ambition: To be of the most benefit to the world through a clear, decided activity for which by nature and circumstances I am best fitted. Page One Hundred and Fifty-eight EVERETT BLANKS POOLE Lank Hones Whose high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path bef. re him always bright. Yancey; Athletic Association; Good Speech League. Ambition: To establish an endoiement fund Jo feed the orphan polar bears on Arctic Dainties. WILLIAM ERASTUS PERRYMAN Bill Trim Bill William For a bold, warm, buoyant humor of character has been given him ” Corporal. R. O. T. C. ’19 Camp Jackson '20; Sergeant '20; Marksman Camp Jackson 20; Second Lieutenant '20. '21, Captain ‘21. '22; Athletic Association. Ambition: To do plain sailing in trig, without sinking in deep ‘water. WILLIAM HENRY HARRISON PUTMAN Star His true eloquence consists in saying all that is proper and nothing more. Hilliard, Chairman Press Committee '22; Mirror Board '22; Athletic Association. Ambition : To invent a wing tonic for flappers. JOHN ALTON POSTELL Johnny Postic High his heart, clear his sight. Mirror Board MS; Band. Camp Jackson. S. C.. '20; High School Orchestra '21: High School Junior Orchestra '21; Band '19, '20. ’21, '22. Ambition: To get 100 in conduct from Miss Thornton. Page One Hundred and Fifty nine WALLACE ELLSWORTH PETERSON “Wally” ‘ Pickle' ' Vic mildest manners with the bravest mind. Hilliard, Press Committee T9. Cartoon Committee '20. Vice President '21. ’22; Mirror Hoard ’20. Ambition: To learn how to tall: too much. JOHN WILLIAM ROONEY “Pat “Pruncy A well-meaning fellow whose good intentions 'all gang agley!' Yancey '21. 22; Dramatic '20. ‘21, '22; Hi-Yv 21. 22: Senior Play '22: Advertising Staff of Mirror Board '21. '22. Ambition: 'To be a master of all trades and a jack of none. VINCENT PAI L RUSSO Vince “Caruso Shorty As frant as rain On cherry blossoms. Hilliard. Critic '21. '22; Orchestra T9, '20; Mirror Hoard ’22: Shakespearean Play '20; Athletic Association ’21. '22: Dramatic Club '20. 22: Senior Play '22; Xoncomtnossiotied Officer in R. O. T. C. ‘20. Second Lieutenant R. O. T C. '21. First Lieutenant R. O. T. C. '22. Ambition: Vt frosim (That may be of service.) CAROLYN IRENE RAMEY “Rena One who lines true honor more than fame. A real goodness, not a studied name. Dramatic '20, '22; Commercial '22. Ambition: To have f eof le always think I am sixteeiT. f'oge One Hundred and Sixty HENRY MURRAY ROBERTSON, JR. A man who docs his port and carries all his load. Curry. Librarian; R. O. T. C. Corporal. Ambition: To be a skilled surgeon to find remedy for—incurable diseases. MARRY LEE ROBERTSON “-• brave, free-hearted, careless one. Il'ith dread of books and love of fun. Manager Football 21; Manager Baseball 21; Manager Basketball '21. Ambition: To soar among the clouds of suc- cess. JOHN EDWIN RUSH “Ed” “Buddy How serious-eyed He goes preoccupied. Curry. Vice President 21; R. 0. T. C. 19. '20; Mirror Board ‘21. Ambition: To know what honor is. and then to follow. KATE ALEENF. ROBERTSON ‘‘Kitten’’ “Katy-Did” “Baby” She is ever ready for discourse. Eutcrpean Club; Eutcrpcan Star. “Yokohama Maid, “Fire Prince.” “Contest of the Nations”; Council ‘21; Good Speech League ‘20. Ambition: To have people leach me to talk since they cannot teach me to be guict. Tage One Hundred and Sixty-one ELDA ROOSEVELT SKELTON Skcat” “Teddy” Theodore” 'Noxvlterc so busy a man as he! Council ‘20; Athletic Association 19, '20 .21. .■hnbition: To pilot an automobile that will “S ron 1 in will and rich in wisdom. Aglaia. Press Committee '19; Good Speech League ’20; Council T9, '20; Dramatic, Membership Committee '21, '22. Ambition: To live, learn and be happy. GOLDIE ALICE TEMERSON “Golden-Locks” Pep” .In earnestness that is enthusiasm tempered by reason. Commercial Club; Good Speech League T9. Ambition: To be counted among the Great.” MILDRED JOSEPHINE MOORE “Milli” llootie” Emp Hers the talent and the tt’W to use it wisely. Pierian, Pros Committee ‘21. Chairman of Membership Committee '21; Art T9, ‘20, Vice-President T9. Executive Committee T9. Membership Committee ‘20; Dramatic; Le Cercle Fran-cais; Euterpean; Mirror Hoard '21, '22. 1 ESSIE EDNA Tl’RNER “Jess” J. T.” Peggy” “Grace was in all her steps. In every yes lure, dignity and love. Spanish; Commercial; Dramatic; Astraea; Athletic Association. Ambition: To ride merrily along the highway of life without meeting the Traffic “Cop” of Unhappiness. Page One Hundred and Sixty-two WILLIAM LEIGH TATOM “liill Hey one, dull care, thou and I shall never agree!' Yancey; Council 20; Ili-Y; R. O. T. C. Noncommissioned Oificcr. Ambition; To excel in everything I undertake. CATHERINE RICHARDSON WOOD “Kilty Katrina” Her glossy hair s clustered o'er a brow Height with intelligence and light and smooth. Astraca, Membership Committee ’21. Vice-President ’22; Joint Oratorical '22; Art Club '20. '2!; Lc Ccrclc Erancais ’22; Dramatic Club ’20. 21. '22; Shakespearean Play ’22; Athletic Asso-cation '20. ’21, '22; Sponsor Company E” '21. Ambition: To go somewhere where everybody does not know all my brothers and does not expect me to be as brilliant as they. LORAINE ALL1E WEBB “Hon “Raine “A sweet, attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks. Pierian, Membership Committee '20. Executive Committee '21. Treasurer ’22: Dramatic; Eutcr-pcan; Lc Ccrclc Erancais; Athletic Association; Sponsor Football Team ’21. '22 Ambition : Mot to dream dreams—but to realise realities! NINA DEE MURIEL WILLIAMS “Billy” Wishing to strengthen thy hand in the labors of love thou art doing!' Brackcnridgc High School, Stevenson. Custodian '19, Reporter '20, Girls Chorus; Good Speech League ’21. Ambition; To be or not to be!' I ‘age One Hundred and Sixty-three LOU IK THEODORE TISCHER He is not merely good—he is good for something.” Curry, Pros Committee '21, Recording Secretary '22; Senior Hi-Y '21, '22; Athletic Association ’21, '22; Order Demo!ay ’22. Ambition: To lire by the side of the rood and be a friend to man. CHRISTINE ELIZABETH TOBIN Chcnc If e’er she k times all evil thought She speaks no evil word.” Pierian: Art Club; Dramatic: Good Speech League ’2L ‘22: Semi-Centennial Pageant 21. Ambition: To have a head to earn and a heart to spend. THOM S A LG 1E THORNBURGH ••Torn” He giveth truth for truth and good for good.” Ambition: To put the South Pole at the Xorth Pole. WILLIAM HENRY THARPE “Son” Skcct Clad heart without reproach or blot.” Hilliard, T9, '20, '21, Press Committee T9; Good Speech League T9; Athletic Association 20. ‘21. Page One Hundred and Sixty-four KATHLEEN AUGUSTA WILLIS K K’thlccn” Thy worth ami skill exempt thee from the throng. Pierian, Treasurer '20. Secretary 21; Athletic Association; Le Cercle Francais; Art Club; Dramatic. Vice President '21. The Florist Shop; Winner of Joint Oratorical '21 Ambition: To possess high ideals and attain somctvhat unto them. MAMIE LEE WILSON Mary Old Maid .I voice so sweet, the words so fair, Is some soft chime had stroked the air.” Algaia, President '22. Custodian '21. Press Committee 19; Dramatic 20. '21, '22, The Florist Shop ; Contest of the Nations 19; Joint Debate '22. Ambition: To parlez-vous francais” like lit he I WohU LEONARD PEKCIVAL WHITE Percy «• bears his knowledge lightly.’' Sergeant K. O. T. C. '21. '22; Athletic Association ; Mirror Boar l '22 Ambition: To be with James Green when he meets Tirgil in the lilysion Tie Ids. JOHN MALCOLM WILDER Mac I'irtne, wisdom, valor, wit.” Mirror Board, Advertising Manager '21, ’22; Hilliard '20. 21, ‘22; Hi-Y Club; Athletic Association '20. '21. '22; Good Speech League '19. '20; High School Court '20. '21: High School and K. O. T. C. Bands '20. ’21. '22. Ambition : To win a niche in the hall of fame between Edison and Marconi. Page One Hundred and Sixty-fir e EAR I. RUoSELL WEAVER “Jem Rosci'c A man with discretion and power to see and achieve his ends. Athletic Association; Good Speech League ’20; Ili-Y; Glee Club ‘21, ’22 el in hit ion: To he always the bay my mother thinks J am. ME I.TON CODY WINFIELD “Cod ' Josh” “A at a better man was found liy the crier, in his round.” Athletic Association. dm bit ion: To find the fundamental underly- ing principle for the disappearance of your lap when you stand up. ANNIE HOLT YOUNG “Cro k” ,,Crusli’ linerny and gentleness dwell together without destroying one another.” Clio; Athletic Association; Lc Cerclc Franca is. Ambition: To be physically fit, mentally alert, ocially useful, spiritually a live MARGIE BELLE YOUNG “He praise her modest worth.” Aglaia. I ress Committee '21; Dramatic Club; Athletic Association. Ambition: To make a Central football player out of my little brother. Page One Hundred and Sixty-six LEW IS MI I.TON Y El EDI NO Pig” Pigavitch ‘‘Thai '.chat he utills. he Joes. Football ’18, 19, '20. ’21; Baseball 22. Ambition: Xot to get tied up in any bobbed hair entanglements. FRANK MOBLEY YOUNG. JR. Tony” “Brutus 'What e'er he did, was done with so much ease In him alone ‘twas natural to please.'' Yancey. Third Member Standing Committee '21. Social Secretary '22: Athletic Association '20, '21. ‘22; Cheer Leader ’21; First Sergeant '21; Dramatic Club '21. '22; Senior Play '22. .1 m bit ion: To hunt -.cahoo birds in ”llappy Hunting ( rounds. EUGENE EDWARD ZELLER Jelly Bov EZ Ready to try the Strength of his youth. Good Speech League '19. ‘20. ‘21. Ambition: To look human. Rage One Hundred and Sixty-seven EDUCATION IS A GREATER ASSET THAN I YOU MAY NOW REALIZE T hose of you who graduate this year are to be congratulated. An education is an asset to anyone who has his way to make in the world. In addition it will help you to progress, if you realize it is not how much you know, or what you are able to do, or how much ability you have— BUT IT IS WHAT YOU ACCOMPLISH OR PRODUCE WITH YOUR KNOWLEDGE THAT WILL DETERMINE YOUR REWARD The true foundation for a successful career is CHARACTER, and remember that your employer gives first consideration always to those in the organization that are loyal to him at all times, not only in word but in thought and deed. CLEAN LIVING MEANS A HEALTHY BODY AND AN ALERT MIND Young men will find when looking for work that employers prefer men who do not smoke cigarettes. John Wanamaker. the great Philadelphia merchant, says: The use of cigarettes by boys is creating a race of feeble-minded, unhealthy and valueless citizens. The offspring of such will be handicapped in life, and liable to be a charge upon the benevolent and taxpayers. Thos. A. Edison, the famous inventor, says: Acrolein in the smoke of the cigarette has a violent action on the nerve centers, producing degeneration of the cells of the brain, which is quite rapid among the boys. Unlike most narcotics this degeneration is permanent and uncontrollable. 1 employ no person who smokes cigarettes. We Wish You All Success STOCKHAM PIPE FITTINGS CO. BIRMINGHAM Pane One Hundred tnd Sixty-eiyht 7kis_Annudl Illustrated I by the Ala amaEngravingC°, I Birmingham § THE BO MCMILLANS OF THE COLLEGE RAVING BUSINESS --1 mmzz RED ROBERTS RUNNING INTERFERENCE FOR BO MCMILLAN Ask For HEBER 5c BARS Chocolate Covered Pineapple Cream Chocolate Covered Cherry Cream (flavored with real fruit) Chocolate Covered Cocoanut Cream Chocolate Covered Nut Caramel Chocolate Covered Nut, M. M. 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Cans —THE PEANUT BUTTER GROUND WHILE YOU WAIT— Nothing but No. 1 Spanish and Virginia Peanuts Used. We challenge the world to make any better Peanut Butter than the Becco Brand— IT IS IMPOSSIBLE. Becco Sandwiches PEANUT BUTTER — CHOCOLATE COCOANUT CREAM SANDWICHES Four Varieties—Fresh Daily WE CARRY A FULL LINE OF LUNCH GOODS FOR SCHOOL LUNCH ROOMS BECK CANDY GROCERY COMPANY 1605-1607 First Avc. i_____________________ Telephones Main 841-843 Birmingham, Ala. f MACKIN BROS. GROCERY CO. Dealers in Staple and Fancy Groceries Compliments of ROLLER CHAMPION The Flour the Best Cooks Use 18th Street and Avenue G Phones 79-145-252-625 Page One Hundred and Seventy-four Compliments of JOHNS UNDERTAKING CO. WALLACE C. JOHNS Main I 002 201 I 4th Ave.. N. Alabama’s Greatest and Best Department Store ! Louis Pizitz ! Compliments of BATTERTON COFFEE COMPANY Manufacturers of Solite Baking Powder HAVE YOU TRIED IT? Payc One Hundred and Seventy-five ] IF YOU WERE ON A JURY I j WOULD YOU RENDER A VERDICT WITHOUT 1 HAVING HEARD THE EVIDENCE FROM BOTH | SIDES? ! THE MUSCLE SHOALS QUESTION WILL AND j SHOULD BE DECIDED ON THE MERITS OF THE 1 BIDS AND WE WANT YOU TO KNOW ALL THE FACTS. WRITE FOR PAMPHLET GIVING OUR SIDE OF THE CONTROVERSY. ! ALABAMA POWER COMPANY BROWN-MARX BLDG., BIRMINGHAM, ALA. I r VISIT OUR NEW GIFT SHOP BIRTHDAY CARDS and FRIENDSHIP CARDS TERRESON’S CAMERA SHOP 403 North 20th Street I | Birmingham i _____________ Alabama FITTINGLY COMMEMORATIVE OF THE OCCASION— The Graduation Gift FROM BROMBERG CO. W£ TENDER OUR HEARTY CONGRATULATIONS TO THE CLASS OF ’22 Pane One Hundred and Sevcnty tix Compliments of | ! T. M. CIGAR CO. ! I I MAGAZINES, CIGARS, CIGARETTES, SODA, SANDWICHES and CANDY i Our Box Prices Are the Best t. m. ; IN THE BENCOR HOTEL _ I Emile Taylor and John D. Mann I Friends of CENTRAL i f Baseball ■ Tennis - Golf ! i We carry a complete line of A. G. Spalding Bros. Athletic Goods. Athletes and sportsmen the world over recognize the sterling qualities of these celebrated goods. We also make a specialty of camp- | ing, hiking and all outing equipments. 1 EVERYTHING FOR I EVERY SPORT. BIRMINGHAM ARMS ! CYCLE COMPANY | The Largest Exclusive Athletic and j Sporting Goods Store in Alabama. j ______________________________i | Merita Holsum J and ; Malt and Milk Bread ; AMERICAN BAKERIES COMPANY I I I I I I I ! I I I i I I I • ! i Page One Hundred mid Sez cnly-seven i I i The Portraits I in This I Book | Were Made at | PEDDINGHAUS | NEW STUDIO ! } 308 20th Street I Vulcanizing and Free Road Service Phone M. 6209 309 S. 20th St. MASTERS TIRE CO. I i i i i i i i t i BROWNELL AUTO CO., Inc. j I Dealers in l Dodge Brothers Motor Vehicles BIRMINGHAM ALABAMA ! I I Paai- One Hundred and Seventy-eight r When in Need of Groceries, Chickens, Eggs and Country Produce Phone V. W. Wood Co. M. 6091 2400 2nd Ave. RED DIAMOND COFFEE and TEA HOME PRODUCTS OF QUALITY Donovan Provision Co. THE NAME i MEANS “A GOOD DEAL” ! i IN MEN’S WEAR ! i Paye One Hundred and Seventy-nine ZAC SMITH STATIONERY Co. ENGRAVERS o The Makers of Your Class Invitations for 1922 PRINTING - ENGRAVING OFFICE FURNITURE 15 NORTH 20TH STREET BIRMINGHAM, ALA. ? “Merchandise That Merits Confidence” LOVEMAN, JOSEPH LOEB i i ‘‘Purity at Parker’ ” PRESCRIPTIONS Parker' devotes special attention and care to prescriptions. Open all night to serve you in time of emer-gcncy. Phone us the minute the doctor gives you his prescription—we send for it. Parker’s Drug Store Woodward Bldg. The Convenient Corner Pagt One Hundred and Eighty We Teach Both GREGG AND SLOAN - DU PLOY AN Shorthand ATTEND WHEELER SUMMER SCHOOL IT WILL PAY YOU Huge One Hundred and Eighty-one are the “quality” biscuits of America. They are made only in the Sunshine Bakery—the “Bakery with a Thousand Windows. You can appreciate bow entirel different and how thoro'ighly delicious they aro only by tasting them. Thore are chocolate cream biscuits, wafer sticks with crisp walls and creamy centers, dainty morsels delicately flavored with almond, and many other kinds. Order a box of Hydrox or Clover Leaves today When you have tasted them you will want more of these wondorfully good-to-eat dainties. Loose-Wiles Biscuit Co. I WHEN YOU ARE THINKING OF CANDY. BEAR IN MIND WYNN-KNOX CANDY CO. 2304 First Ave.. N. WHOLESALE i ! CITY PAPER CO. 'The House of Service Manufacturers and Jobbers of Paper. A Full Line of School Supplies Phones Main 7880-7881 2319 First Ave. I Fire, Auto, Burglary and Liability Compeniation Insurance Accident and Health Insurance Tornado ALLISON, McADORY WITHINGTON GENERAL INSURANCE Is Your Property Insured? Personal Service Phone M. 3370 I I ! ayc Our Hundred and Uiyluy-two Established 1824 Troy, N. Y. Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute A School of Engineering and Science Four-year Course in Civil Engineering 1C. E-), Mechanical Engineering (M. E.), Electrical Engineering (E. E.), Chemical Engineering (Ch. E.), and General Science B. S.). Graduate Courses lending to Master and Doctor Degrees. Modern and fully equipped Chemical, Physical, Electrical, Mechanical and Materials Testing Laboratories. For catalogue and illustrated pamphlets, showing work of graduates and views of buildings and campus, apply to Registrar, Pittsburgh Building, Troy, N.Y. L. Compliments of PRATT CONSOLIDATED COAL COMPANY We Hereby Unconditionally GUARANTEE Artcraft LIFE-LONG Point for the balance of your life. Should it at any time get out of order, return to us and we will either repair or replace same without cost. CROMER-ARTCRAFT PEN CO. � ❖ Payc One Hundred and Mighty-thrcc THE MIRROR is one of the many Publications we Print We are growing every day There’s a reason: Personal Service to our Customers i -= Birmingham Printing Company 1701-03 Third Avenue Telephone Main 6898 Pogc One Hundred and Eighty-four RADIO EQUIPMENT If you arc interested in Radio Equipment of any kind, get in touch with us. We carry a complete line of Radio Supplies of all kinds. We can also furnish you complete receiving sets of every standard make. We also furnish technical advice on building receiving sets and can furnish blue pnnts and instructions as well as all parts required to assemble same. —SEE US NOW- Alabama Radio Co. BIRMINGHAM, ALA. 2201 10th Avtnua, North Phone Main 2994