Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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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)

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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 |{ It O K “Pleasure Time ' (Apologies to Fred Waring) Set your dials, ladies and gentlemen, on station WPHS. your Phillips High School Station, and listen to Pleasure Time with Jack Almack. and his Alabamians . This is the announcement Ed Thomas, our studio announcer, makes each evening. Monday through Friday, at six sharp. Again Ed's deep voice comes in with. Do you school at the school that experts who know high schools best vote for two to one-Phillips? At this point Jack Almack. our Maestro, takes over and the Two Bees”, Bentley and Bibby, and a Honey . Burchie. give us their version of the song of the week, to be played a different way every day. This week it's Clifton Poythress' latest hit. “Schubert Scherenade for Scheniors . John Journey and the Glee Club give us an old favorite. I'm Putting All My A’s in One Satchel . Their voices certainly are blended beautifully and the listening time is only 3 minutes and 12 seconds. What’s Pleasure Time” without the push button fun we have each night? Tonight the push button tuning includes a society editor’s review, a lost and found ad. a musical program, and other ads— Click, goes the first button and we hear Misses Joy Seals. Dolly Pope, and Susan Allen will spend the holidays with Miss Mary Jean McCoy at her Miami home where all will enjoy dining, dancing, and sunning on the click—“front hall table. These lovely hand embroidered scarves are now on display at the Harry Gilmer Department Store on the northeast corner of” click Blue Berry Hill', vocalized by Nina Pierson, copper-headed cutie of stage and screen as well as in” click your favorite can of beans. Yes, Sir, these Bethel Baked Beans are endorsed by click a black dog with yellow tail, belonging to Melba McAnally who - click - has crooked teeth. If this is true, see Dr. Gilbert Abernathy in the Johnson Building and change”—click to Phillips: it satisfies”. Before going off the air Margie Henderson with her captivating voice and Jack Almack on the marimba take us to Cuba for a rhumba But now. until tomorrow when we will meet again to present words and music for everybody’s pleasure, we ask you to remember Phillips for your greater school enjoyment. — Anne Brandon. SONG IN THE CAFETERIA Little boy cook, where is your book Of jolly good things to eat ? I love your cake and the pies you bake But the turkey can’t be beat! ( 28 Beulah Samples.