Hughes High School - Hughes Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Mathew Addy Green, President Reland Miller, Vice-President Dorothy Otterman, Secretary William E. Sampson, Treasurer

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY NE golden morning in the early part of September, 1915, a thousand little boys and girls straggled by twos and threes into the auditorium of the Big School on the Hill, and the doors were closed upon them. Two hours later, the thousand little boys and girls came out of the auditorium, but this time not in meandering pairs; they were in orderly little groups of about twenty-five each, and each group was headed by a teacher who conducted them to a Class-room, and there abandoned them to the tender mercies of another teacher. So a new class, the class of 1919, our class, was born. Not a very remarkable beginning, no more unusual or spectacular than the beginning of dozens of other Classes, yet what one of us will forget the smallest detail of those first few weeks at Hughes! Come, gentle reader, and go back with us over some of those events that stand out in every Freshman's career. We might mention countless incidents that befell us, but we will have toVbe content to pick only those which stand out in particular. Of course, to begin with, we all at one time or other got lost, and then there were not any'kindly Hbig sisters to help us, either. Some of us may recall how after searching frantically for the Hgym, we found it and bounced joyfully in, only to discover that it was the wrong gym. Needless to say, in those embarrassing cases, our exit was always executed with more haste than grace. The day that saw our introduction to the lunch room should be marked by a gold star. We learned to buy lunch cheeks and we learned to consume in ten minutes what would ordinarily have taken a half hour. We learned also, some of us by bitter experience, that woe be to the pupil who tried to gain the coveted entrance to the lunch room, by pushing ahead of the line. There seemed to be so many things to learn and to remember in those first few weeks, that many of us despaired of ever remembering any- thing, but gradually the school which at hrst seemed abnormally large, settled into focus, and we all began to drop into our own particular niche. Then hardly had we become acquainted with our teachers and with each other, when vacation came again, and our first high school year was over. The minute we stepped through the door, at the beginning of our second year at Hughes, we knew that a mysterious change had taken place during our absence. True, the school looked the same, only less terrifyinglylarge than when we first arrived, but that was not the change we felt. It took us a-few days to discover that the difference was not in Hughes, but in ourselves. We were not strangers this year, we felt as if we belonged to Hughes' and Hughes to us. There was no more frenzied searching for rooms, and no more timid queries as to where places were. There was another class below us now, and we were the ones Who answered, not asked, questions. I grieve to say that whenever these new Freshmen asked questions of us, we answered in the same patronizing manner, and smiled the same amused, superior, slightly bored smile, that we had so often received in our Freshman year. Our second year passed much more quickly than the flrst. We attended all the football games, and the only blot on our happiness was the fact that l271