Hughes High School - Hughes Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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THE CLASS OF 1920 La Vie est breve Un peu d,amour Un peu de reve Et puis, Bonjour. YES, how full of happiness, how full of dreams have been our days at Hughes. Dreaming for four years of that great day when we should leave Hughes, but little realizing how much sorrow would be mingled with the joy of having Completed our task. Four long yearsecould we have but four score more like them! One Monday morning four Septembers ago, one thousand girls and boyse we would now call. them little totsehurried timidly up the steps of Hughes, gazed mutely at the Victory which dominates the entrance, and were told by some haughty Senior to step into the auditorium. Breathlessly they did so, fearing some dire punishment should they refuse to obey. Breathlessly also, they heard their names called and were conducted to their new rooms. Tempus fugit-and they were soon well acquainted With their daily routine. They learned. to buy lunch checks, to consume vast quantities of roll with whipped cream, to refrain from talking in the lunch line, to eat their lunch in record time, to make their way to the right gym, and to find the fieldsw here the football games were played. Can we recognize ourselves now in these timid, eager freshmen? Toward the end of October of this year, President Wilson visited our school. Long and tense were the moments spent waiting for him and great our pride at his visit. This was the great event of the year. Of course, our Freshman class was in all respects unusual, but we might tell also of our mistakes and of our sad, long half hours in detention. Now, however, we have learned from Friend Virgil: HForsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit. Soon we could carry our heads erect, knowing that no longer could the scorn- ful epithet of Freshies be applied to us. We were Sophomores! We had learned that at a given point on a line only one perpendicular can be erected to the line, that ttAll Gaul was divided into three parts? that Augustus Caesar was something more than a statue in the front hall, that Sir Walter Scott makes use of disguise to the undoing 0f the thoughtless reader. But know- ledge from books was not all we learned. This was the war year. The girls spent their afternoons knitting for our soldiers, while the boys were busy with the Thrift Stamp, Liberty Loan, and Book Drive. Almost a months vacation because of a coal famine was our Yuletide present. Perhaps our most exciting year was our J unior year, or rather, a year minus two months. The 1nfluenza epidemic did this for us. This was a year full of happemngs. On the eleventh day of November, that glorious day when the WM