Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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Class Poem FIRELIGHT FLICKERS The evening firelight flickers, The golden flame grows bright, As memories of our high school days Steal across the light. Our high school days have come and gone They all passed very fast. But while the firelight flickers bright The memories shall last. A spark flies from the fireplace. Our minds turn back the date. From January of fifty-two To nineteen forty-eight. A group of Freshmen running 'round With proud but worried looks. Searching hard for two-fourteen— And lockers for our books. It didn't taks us long to learn. We figured up the scores. Another year and we became Those mighty-smarty” Sophomores. The year that thrills our memories. One we shall remember, Is the year that we were Juniors. It started in September— Our Raiders were the Heroes! Winners every game! Defeating the Woodlawn Colonels They made secure our fame. The firelight flickers once again, Our memories are clear, t As we review delightful times, Brought by our Senior year. We ll all remember Showboat— A most exciting day. And how could wc forget ' Footloose” ' Our wonderful Senior Play. Our Senior parties filled with fun. And graduation night. Will be among the memories Seen in the bright firelight. —Ann Garrhon

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rophecy FLASH! Man overboard! There is a commotion on deck at this moment. Frank Jones, noted Hollywood photographer, in an effort to get a picture from the rail of the boat, slipped and got it, period. Bewailing his fate are his two loses. Misses Mary Helen Alexander and the ' Woman that's known as Lou. Betty Lou Smith. Two sweet nurses just ran up. Oh yes. It's Julia Faye Lother and Betty Jean Taylor. Photographer Jones has just been pulled from the briny by Messrs. Clarence Crawford and Bobby Houser who. by pure chance, happened to be carrying with them a 300-foot, 2% inch, 3,000 pound aluminum alloy cable. Tell us in your own words, Mr. Jones, exactly what happened. I slipped. Thank you, Mr. Jones, for your thrilling account of a most tragic experience. I see Miss Ha2cl Williams over on the sundeck, who, as usual, is her own charming self. Misses Evelyn Holliday, Barbara McEiduff and Billie Ann Garrison can be seen working out in the boat's gym in preparation for their match scheduled this coming Friday night at Madison Square Garden. They will meet three Spanish contenders, all women, who arc said to carry a lot of weight, with the mayor of New York, Don Little. Betty Lou Salter, former head majorette of Zoocowskys College for Men, has been seen headed for the galley. It is rumored that the Phillipian” enlists only men for cooks. Miss Peggy Freeman, another well-known singer, can be seen on the bridge at this moment talking to her latest beau. Miss Evelyn Creamer, recently voted the girl most likely to succeed”, is at the present moment attempting one of her most difficult feats, that of breaking a straw over a 500-pound crowbar, held by her assistant, Charles Elmore. From one of the guests' quarters comes the brilliant tenor voice of Bill Ezio” Berrey. Mr. Berrey is most noted for his recent recording, Because of Me. Accompanying is Miss Mary Faith Kimbrough, nationally-known ivory clicker. Roland Homer Holcombe is on his way to get a divorce from his seventceth wife. The noted lawyer, Margaret A. Wilson, is handliing the case. Miss Sydney Self is her most capable assistant. I see by the clock that our time is running out, so I shall bid you all adieu and: wish you good sailing. This is Red (Winchcll) Houston signing off for Station PHS and inviting you to listen in next week, same time, same station, when we shall again bring you I Saw Wlu‘ Hoppened sponsored by Lewis Lemonade, ‘the best by taste test’!“ Eleanor Kiesewelter Joe Houston

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