Hughes High School - Hughes Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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it turned out well. We gave our reception to the seniors, and it was certainly a great success. Everybody danced, even the boys who had never danced be- fore, and we all enjoyed ourselves immensely, except perhaps the self-sacrificing girls who danced with some of the above mentioned. Then there came the presentation to our class of the school emblem, and with it we were brought forcibly to appreciate the fact that our last and greatest year at Hughes was approaching. The details of this truly magnificent Senior year, besides being treated else- where in the book, are too numerous and engrossing to be more than mentioned. In fact, these details, which, in other words, mean out-of-curriculum interests, were so numerous that I fear that our studies suffered somewhat. Still youth is but a fleeting thing, and we can study all our lives. Our parties, our dances, our athletic contests, our plays, all were so successful that we seemed to be the particular darlings of fortune. We have succeeded, and this I consider very worthy of commendationfin eliminating the rowdyish ill feeling which was wont to accompany all interscholastic games, and have substituted a loyal good sportsmanship. We have fostered and developed real school spirit, and in the spirit of the Athenian youth, we pray that we have left our school better than we found it. In this horrible world war which we have entered actively, our class and Hughes have done their share in the matter of recruits. And so in this brief space I have attempted to sum up, with no success at all, I fear, the most interesting moments of our days at Hughes. But the best history of our Hughes will be the life of each one of us. Let us pray that Hughes '17 will always stand for the highest ideals of life, that we will always love and honor our school, our city, and our nation. Then will our education at Hughes have been a suc- cess. N. M. S.. '17. 23--:Qi The Years to Come Future, be gracious to the sons of Hughes, Who trust to thee this precious book today. Guide them through college, life, and strife, and play, And then with generous fullness let them choose Each of the bounty that thou giv'st to use. Then open wide stern Occupation's way, Where each his debt sincerely shall thee pay Nor ask return, so shalt thou not refuse. Then shall the class of 17 aye stand, Bright in the light of well remembered fame, And in the years that pass shall Hughes revere And not forget the dwindling faithful band, Firm in a duty well performedg in name Glorious. departed from Old Hughes this year. -M. I saacs, '17, lPage twentyl

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Our first two years at high school were, as is ever the case, barren of anything worthy of historical note. We were the audience of the Big Show at Hughes, and all that we did was to applaud from a distance, and cast envious eyes towards the actors. However, in addition to the academic activities, which, incidentally, we will not touch upon, as their history should be indelibly en- graved upon our brains, these years were not in any sense wasted. Lasting friendships were formed, and we, so to speak, oriented ourselves. Yet there was one oasis in this Sahara of reminiscences that we vividly remember. In a certain English class every week there appeared during our freshman and sopho- more years a publication bearing the name of a certain rather familiar barnyard denizen, and edited by several good-for-nothing persons some of whom are not remotely disconnected from the staff of Old Hughes. All of us who were so fortunate as to read this monumental work should not soon forget it, for al- though it was outside the pale of official sanction, nevertheless, along with a great deal of foolishness, it contained such a mass of real cleverness as did credit to our juvenile intelligences. Then, do you remember, as freshmen how we looked with awe upon that extraordinary collection of learned savants banded together under the title of D1. How our teachers sweetly confided to us their paramount virtues as compared to our damning vices. There seems to be nothing more of great interest in those first two years. Yet we must not forget the pageant and minstrel show in 1915, which, while of course not the work of our class alone, is still worthy of note. Fond remembrances are the Turnen Rassels, the darktown nightingales, and all the other features which con- tributed to make this the most ambitious theatrical production in size and scope which Hughes has ever presented until our Operetta this last year. However, when I approach the latter half of our days at Hughes, I must limit myself through lack of space. Here we began to feel ourselves an important element in Hughes life, and quite justly so. We took our proper places in all sorts and phases of school activities. But I fear that I become too drearily conventional. So let us return again to those superficial interests of Hughes, which, somehow, have a way of remaining in our minds long after the Binomial Theorem and the trials of Orgetorix have gone to their final oblivion. I have heard that there was some little excitement last November when the election of the officers for our Republic was held. But I maintain that the election of the B grade officers of the class of '17 was more exciting, and seemed at the time of equal impor- tance. There was the peoples' party, made up of the bone and sinew of the nation, organized from the sweating toiling masses so that they might assert their rights over plutocracy. In opposition were the forces of wealth and aristocracy, the representatives of the unearned increment, hard hearted capitalists, eager to grind democracy beneath their six-cylindered Juggernauts. Oh but we thought big, and talked big, and made such petty little fools of our- selves. Still it was fascinating play, these infantile politics, while no harm was done, for now, victor and vanquished, we stand together, shoulder to shoulder, loyally supporting with one accord the blood red banner of Hughes. I know that that last sounds like a fourth of July oration made by a two-penny state representative, to the folks in the old home town. But pardon it, for really, a serious break in the class might have resulted, and we are all mighty glad that lPage nineteenl

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Senior Officers HERMAN SCHMIDT, President. MARY STEPHAN, Vice-Presidenl ROBERT MORRISON, Secretary. STUART GARRISON, Treasurer.