Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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T II E M I R R O R us, foreign languages. English, and history finished us up. By the end of the year we were a “full fledged wreck, but our trials and tribulations had been conquered tor vice-versa). Then came the junior year. By that time we had acquired a top locker, weren't afraid of big, bad Seniors, and probably had a marshal post, as demerits had dulled our fondness for study halls which we didn’t like in the first place. During that year also we reached the height of embarrassment by doing acrobatic stunts iunsuccessfully) with our tray and contents in the lunch room, and were promptly applauded. At long last we arrive at the stage when we smirk and say. Yes. I’m a Senior; what would you like to know?” It is then that we look with astonishment at the queer antics of freshmen, learn to acquire more than one locker, manage to dig up a reason for roaming the halls at any and all times, and learn to turn the corner without sliding around it. Finally comes the Senior Play and the Senior Class jam sessions in auditorium concerning the ordeal of graduation. Then comes the end. That, students, is Memory Lane. Four years of hard work filled with pleasure and sorrow alike. We’re glad to be Seniors; you can bet your life on that; but most of us aren’t as slap-happy” about leaving as you might think. Next semester another class will be traveling down Memory Lane, and the semester after that another class, and so the School World wags. Here’s hoping they will all enjoy it as much as we have. -—Betty Gehrken. INSPIRATION AT GRADUATION Stardust and moonglow Roses and Wine . Someone to whisper “You’re simply divine” Bah! That’s taboo at this time of year: There’s only ONE song I’m longing to hear! We won by a touch down! We’re champs for the state! You passed with ALL A’s - Your essay was great! Begone! I’m disheartened! My outlook is drear. Won’t someone PLEASE say what I’m waiting to hear? For weeks have I trained; for days have I thought! My musing is strained—my climax is wrought All for those words of soul-stirring cheer: What would you like for graduation, dear?” —Beulah Samples. UNKNOWN Breathes there a soul With spirit bold. Who dares, when stopped, to say: Yes. Sir. it’s true. fWhat will I do?) I’m caught with no O. K.! (26) - Beulah Samples.

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T II K M I K |{ () K Memory - Go - Round Slowly we opened the wide door and peeked in. There before us stretched the longest, the widest, the highest, and. in our estimation, the most crowded corridor we had ever seen. It was the Phillips High School hall. Standing there saucer-eyed, mouths gaping, we realized that this was our big moment. We were freshmen then, facing four years of goodness knows what. We looked like little Miss Nobody, and felt like less. We envied the ants and ostriches that could crawl into a hole or stick their heads in the ground. We couldn’t perform any such feats, so we just stood there and hoped that the floor would open up. Now at long last we are Seniors, and we look back on those days and laugh There are a lot of cockeyed things we did as rats” that we will remember, and a lot that we'd like to forget. Nevertheless, suppose we go back and dig up a few of those embarrassing moments and then we'll all go hide our faces in the corner Memory Lane, first hall to your right, please. Do you remember the time, after being dubbed rat by the way we hugged the wall, that we decided that we would show 'em”? It happened when we came to an intersection during the between class rush and promptly resolved to do or die”. Shutting our eyes and gritting our teeth, we made one wild dash into that mass of humanity and ended in a perfect three point landing. With our feelings, pride, and everything else injured, we crawled out a full-fledged rat. Then how about that exhausting search for 214? Up one hall, down another. On and on we wandered, guided only by our nose, until finally we stumbled, out of breath, into that evasive room. Three minutes late one day, five minutes the next, until eventually we found out which stairway led where. It was like hunting for Yehudi’s private study. Then and there we resolved to rebuild Phillips minus any hidden chambers. Remember the first time we got caught going up the down side of the steps and a not any too pleased teacher glared into our surprised faces and sent us flying to the bottom again? After that it became a jump and run affair, three steps at a time so that no teacher could catch us. regardless. We can still laugh about the way we used to lope up to every marshal and insist on her personal inspection of our O. K. Those days are gone forever, for now we gallop down the hall completely oblivious of the presence of any such creature, and consider ourselves highly insulted if asked to produce an O. K. It was during that first awful semester that we were forced to crawl to our bottom lockers and then, just as we were getting up. some unconscious student would trip over our backbones. It got so that we didn’t mind sitting on the hall floor much. Then came the educated rat” era. and the first time that we had to sign up for our own schedule. We would have given the Lone Ranger a tough race that day. Pandemonium had broken loose right around our cars and we were scared stiff. That was one hectic day that we'll never forget. Our sophomore year was a little tamer, but still packed with excitement. How about those first demerits in study hall and our quandary as to which was the best way of committing suicide. We’re laughing now «I hope), but we hadn't learned to take demerits with peace, poise, and equanimity then. We weren't hardened to the practice yet. In that year we traveled the halls for the first time minus an O. K. entered a club, and were late to class for the first time since 214. Math staggered ( 25)

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T II E M I H R O R P. H. S. Luncheon Club (Clank of trays; sound of talking and laughing: you can almost smell the menu.) Hello, everybody! How are you and you and you, too? Of course, you know who this is—Sloppy Joe bringing you the famous Sip and Slurp program featuring some of the better known sippe.rs and slurpers that are present here in the lunchroom of dear ole P. H. S. Well, let s see who's here today. Crash—!!! Oh. gosh. Doonie Walker dropped a tray. Ain’t it awful. In spite of having such great big muscles, those football guys can grab a fullback but can t carry a full tray. Ear! Stringfellow and Charlie Wise are tittering (you know, hee-haw) at their teammate's misfortune. Well, I hear the sounds of battle over to my left. Let’s listen in. “You did, too! I did not. I didn’t say that! “Oh. yes. you did. You know darn well -Etcetera. Ah. me. I might have known Jean Jordan and Jimmy Matthews at it again. Well, they say the course of true love never did run smooth. Those two ought to know. Hear that loud laugh? Yeah, it’s them. That last joke Jack Hans told musta’ been good. Joy Seals and Eva Adams are so-o-o tickled that they have turned a lovely shade of pink. Very becoming, don’t you think? Or dontcha? Oh. you don t think, period. Ha, ha, funny, ain’t it? Today we present The Lives and Lunches of Miss Phillipian . Curtain Music- Come on. Charlie, let’s eat. Wonder what we have today? This is Friday so it must be hash sniff-sniff yeah, it is. Ah. doughnuts guaranteed to keep the pocketbook down and the weight up- I should know. Hey, hurry up! Gosh, we must have a new cashier. 15 out of 50, please. Hey. gimme more than 15, no, that’s a nickel too much. O. K. that’s right. He better learn how to add or he’ll end up in the hole. Gee whiz, somebody move those books. Thanks, kid. Now Is the time for all good diners to find out if they have forgotten anything. It’s those little things in life that drive you nuts. I’ve seen it happen often. Charlie, will you please bring me a straw? Gee. thanks. Well, I guess I can eat now. What? Who wants me? Elizabeth Greene? O. K. Hey. watch my food, willya? Not that I don’t trust people—but you know how it is. I’m coming. Whatcha’ know? Did she really? Boy. that is dirt what am! Yeah. Well. I gotta go back and eat. I’ll see ya Oops, pardon me. Claude. I'll watch where I’m going next time. Ah. back to my food. Oh. dam! See what happens when you leave your tray unprotected? No milk and no cookies. O. K., now who took ’em? Oh, there they are. Hey, Henry Moncrief. gimme that milk and those cookies. Well. I’m going to try once more. (Fade out to sound of talking, clatter and yells.) Ah. that was good (?). Come on. I've got to find Kitty Buis to see what we have for history. Oh, there she is. Hey. Kitty, what page is this stuff on? 350 what? Four? O. K., thanks. W’adda’ ya’ say we pass out there's the bell anyhow-come on. Charlie, let’s go. (Fade into talk, clatter, and steps). And so the curtain falls (or collapses) upon this little drammer. Now we leave you, hoping that you will be with us next semester to Sip and slurp with Sammy Burp” here at dear ole P. H. S. And now we give you a parting thought—Quote— Be good to yourself because nobody else will Unquote. —Mary Alice Gochenour. (27)