Hughes High School - Hughes Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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FOREWORD .jghe math is unne-ann the enttots teioite. It has been purely a labor at Inheetequtting muth time mm thought, .s though the results may seem to prune the contrary. It you ttnn anything that pleases you, we shall he glam; it much to blame, uontt he too severe, tut me heme none nut hety best to pleaee you. We have not attempten to exhibit much attainality -ttt tact, annuals mill necessarily he muth alike as long as high schools possess similar chatactetistits. What we have ttieh tu no is to make athe 1910 ihaghes annual mtttnt the normal activities-apatt from class iuotk-ot the entire tithes! from the D mate to the 3, am: not metelp those of the genie: mass. finally it is out hope that in future years, if you chance to take nuitm the buststuueten nnlume team a shelf in the attit, it may help you to recall many pleasant memories at the Days spent in heat nln lhughes. I Page sewn

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the life of man BY E. W. Cor Ebirnbnnn The morning sun is shining clear and bright; The conscious earth awakes responsive to The breath of Sprin . The song of birds, the hum Of bees, the notes 0? myriad insects, shrill And piercing, fall upon the ear. The sound Of silvery hells rings out upon the air. The brooks go babbling on their seaward way. With joy the lambkins skip and gambol in The neigh'bring fields, and merry laughter tells Of happy, careless and untroubled life. youth Sac The sun is mounting up the eastern sky; The day is drawing to its close; the sun All nature smiles, in radiant garb adorned. Is slowly sinking in the glowing west. The farmer plows his fields and sows hi5 grain; The work is done; the fruit is plucked: The vines and orchards promise give of rich The yellow grain is gathered into barns; And. plenteous yield. The foiiage rustles as The trees upraise their leahess boughs to heaven; The winds sweep by. But hark! the sound of drum The birds have sought their nests, and nature seems And fife, the martial tramp of armed men To sink to rest, its cares and labors 0 er. With banners hying and with waving crests, And all the pomp and circumstance of war. There's hurrying to and fro, and shouting loud, And hearts that bmvely hail the coming days. Page nine mum: Oh days of childhood! how they brighten as They take their flight. How sweet the mother's love, The father's tender care, the play so free And gay, the sleep without a dream of what The past has been, the future has in store. Oh golden youth! with hope, ambition, high Resolves, and visions rich and rare of fame Secured and victories won on many a field. All hail old age! with memories sweeter far Than spicy breezes home from Araby The blast; with friends to cheer and comfort when At last the end draws near, the shadows fall. Blessed be the unseen hand that leads us on And on through childhood, youth and age, through hope, And love and faith up to the Father's house.