Ensley High School - Jacket Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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r,r 6 THE GLEAM good deal of experience with typewriters, Jones? I believe you said your name is Robert Jones, did you not? Jones: “Yes sir.” Mr. Elder: “Which do you like the better, the Remington or the Smith typewriter?” Jones: “I like the Smith, sir.” Mr. ftiner • “Ts vnnr health verv pood?” Jones: “I ain't ever had pore health.” Mr. Elder: “Let me sec your recommendation again, please.” Jones: “Here it is sir. I had to leave Mr. Snow on account of my sister’s health; but she is all right now. I’ve had lots of experience. I learned to use the typewriter a long time ago.” Mr. Elder: “Thank you for coming, Robert. I will keep the testimonial if you don’t mind. I will call you later if I need you.” (Exit Robert Jones). “Next, please Jack.” Jack: (To himself) “That fellow wouldn’t do. ’Boss’ is mighty par- ticular. “Next!” Ruth Hunt: “I am Ruth Hunt. I seen your advertisement, sir—an— an—” Mr. Elder: “Just have that seat, please. May I have your recommendation?” Ruth Hunt: “Yes, sir, here it is.” Mr. Elder (Reads very carefully): “You have had one year’s experience, I believe. Have you studied Spanish. Miss Hunt?” Ruth Hunt: “No, sir, I don’t know nothing about it.” Mr. Elder: “I’m very sorry, but you would have to know a little Spanish before we could use you.” Ruth Hunt: “0, can’t you use me, not in no way?..” Mr. Elder: “I am very sorry.” (Exit Ruth). “Jack, the next.” Jack: “Not many more, sir.” Mr. Elder: “That’s all right. The right kind of person is going to apply, I am sure. I am not going to employ any one who cannot speak correct English, much less write it. Call the next one. Jack. ” (Enter Louise Long). “Please have that seat, madam.” Louise Long: “A friend told me you needed a stenographer. Here is my recommendation.” Mr. Elder: (looking over the testimonial) “How long did you work for Glass and Company, Miss Long?” Louise: “Oh, about six weeks.” Mr. Elder: “You have finished high school?” Louise: “Oh, sure; and I ain't one of them girls that’s afraid to work.” Mr. Elder: You know Miss Finch very well, I judge from your testimonial?” ■

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THE GLEAM 5 The Sport of Sports What is the greatest of sports? You will say dancing, fishing, swimming. golf. No, it is none of these, although it has all the excellent qualities of each of these. The sport which I am thinking of is the sport of reading. Who among you does not feel the sensations of th iook down tne long sneives oi oooKs upon top of books in the library? And how many do not feel the thrills of the explorer as you go perusing from page to page and chapter to chapter? After you select the book of your choice and look through it a bit, you begin to eye around for some cozy nook where you may settle down for a few hours of pleasure. Imagine it is in the winter time. You pull up a nice chair and as you read you have only the crackling of the coals for accompaniment. Or just suppose it is in the summer time. You go hunt the electric fan and connect it on the porch near the swing; or perhaps there are woods near by with a talkative little brook running through their midst. All you have to do to attain unalloyed bliss is to seat yourself on the bank of the stream with your back against a tree. You can read on indefinitely with only the babbling of the brook to interrupt. “What kinds of books are the most sport?” you ask. Many kinds, I should say; poetry, fiction, history, or even French and Latin textbooks. Have you ever sat down and translated about a half-page of difficult French? Did you not feel the thrills of joy that possess the conqueror? If you do not love great books, try to learn to love them. You will find that golf, fishing, swimming, dancing are not the greatest of sports. WILLIE MAE MURPHY, ’26. :o: Help Wanted Scene; A Modern Office. CHARACTERS; MR. ELDER, a severe middle-aged man. slightly bald and very businesslike. ROBERT JONES, a thin, pale, young man of about twenty years of age. with a slow drawl. RUTH HUNT, a sweet-faced blonde; very sincere. LOUISE LONG, a very sharp-tempered young lady of the flapper type. MARTIN SMITH, a brisk business-like young man with a fresh and neat appearance. JACK, a bright office boy. possessing a large amount of common sense. (As the curtain rises, Mr. Elder and Robert Jones are sitting by desk covered with papers. Jack is dusting a table near by). a Mr. Elder: “So you have finished business college and have had a

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THE GLEAM 7 Louise: Yes, sir, me and her went to school together. ' Mr. Elder: I am sorry. Miss Long, but I need some one with more experience. Louise: But I ain't afraid to work: no. sir. I ain’t. And —(sneezing). Good morning!” Mr. Elder: Good morning. Miss Long. All right, Jack. Jack: Yes, sir.” (Enter Martin Smith). Mr Elder: Good mornine ” Martin: Good morning. Smith is my name. sir. I saw your advertisement in the paper and should like to apply for the position. Mr. Elder: Please sit down. May I see your recommendation? Martin: Here it is, sir.” Mr. Elder: You have had a great deal of experience. I see that you have studied Spanish.” Martin: Not very much. I had a year of it in school, and later I learned to translate fairly accurately when helping Mr. Meredith with some Mexican correspondence. As to my experience, I am rather familiar with the typewriter as was suggested in the recommendation. Mr. Elder: You are rather well acquainted with the business world?” Martin: I think I am, sir.” Mr. Elder: We will see: Young man, 1 want to congratulate you on your use of good English. You are the first person who has applied for this position who did not make some glaring error such as 1 ain't or rne and her. Jack, take in the sign, please.” (Curtain.) MARGUERITE MATLOCK, 26. -----------:o:---------- Chatting Sav, you with the chic little hat on; come on over and let's make this trip together. Going to Birmingham?” Yes.” So am I.” Of course, that was a very cheeky manner in which to speak to a stranger, but what’s the use of two normal, talkative girls riding side by side for miles and miles on a lonesome train and never speaking? Nonsense! My name’s Doris Peterson; I’ve just been out of town for the weekend.” And mine is Gloria Mann. I live in Norwood. Are you related to Mary Frances Mann, at Ensley High School? I didn’t think so, for Mary Frances is about three feet taller than you. Yes, I did exaggerate a few inches. I know a good many people in Ensley.” Do I know Alice Hughes? Well, I should say so. She came to Ensley about the same time Lillian Davis did. Lillian is a girl that always gets