Hughes High School - Hughes Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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TO J. W. SIMON Assistant Principal of Hughes since 1916, in recognition of his fine spirit of understanding, cheerfulness, and justice in the administration of his difficult task, We gratefully dedicate this Annual. I6

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HUGHES! Aurora, goddess of the dawn, Arises from the land of dew. She parts the pearly mists of morn And lets the golden sunlight through, To glorify your lofty tow'r That all from far and near may see. Then, o'er your door, in flaming script She writeth, Opportunity! The opportunity for all! The rich, the poor,-each has his turn. Staid Wisdom, smiling on the scene, Imparts to each, what he would learn- The knowledge of the Universe, The truths revealed since time began, And with them comes the law of life, lVIan's duty to his fellow-man. Hughes, golden gateway to the Land The fair, enchanted Land of Love, The giver of the finest gifts, That hard-earned wisdom has in store, The vast, undying hope of those Whose lives will someday touch her own And there will reap the harvest fair That generations past have sown, Old Hughes, at eventide you stand A silhouette against the sun, The jeweled clouds-a halo form To crown you when the day is done, Though years may mar that silhouette, And rend the banner now unfurled, Your glory and your power will live Until the sunset of the world! But now, we too, must join the ranks Of those who've left you in the past. We, too will gayly take our place Assured of victory at last. But if we fail-God grant that we May meet defeat, and yet be true To your ideals, your hopes, your name! And now, dear Hughes-we go-Adieu. Eleanor Powers 22

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To Hughes .L- 1 The fog was hoary in the valleys' depths, Opaque and white it covered all the land, And smothered in its grasp all sound of life. No rumbling vehicles, no twinkling lights, Announced the awak'ning of the mighty throng That dwelt within the vale. The world seemed dead, Cold, and enfolded in a thick, white mist That had no bound'ries. No familiar sight Was there to greet the eye, and yet there seemed To rise from out this still, vast, misty sea A mighty column. Suddenly there gleamed Upon its crown a thousand living gems That caught the first rays of the rising sun, And flashed them back in iridescent shades, Piercing the fog, which melted into dew Beneath the fair, majestic tower of Hughes! So will it be, in future valleys deep, Where we thread out our separate, toilsome Bestowed on us, in our mind's eye to keep The sparkling vision of these carefree days. And shining thru the fogs of deep despair, Anon and ever midst the Heavens' blues Will gleam our heritage which towers there, The bright, ennobling spirit of Old Hughes. ways, Carl Cramer, '22