Hughes High School - Hughes Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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HAIL, TWENTY-TWO ! Words by Finis K. Farr, Jr., '22 Music by Elba F. Davies, '22 L ' H ' ' 'X :-. . ' . gr ' l -1 337.13 111111 .317 .1 l l i E , 1 K . 11 ai J 5 - ,A il. 4 1+ 5 ' ' 1.1: 1 - l ,. . 1 1 'w n r n 1: L : 1 ZZ T01 :11'1 1 1 F P1107 ll K 'F v' EQ E - 1 :Ir-15225515.12 lk - ,l 7. . 'I , 'gli an -J-A P L , .. . - A . , - 1g,E' I ,QE .Q l , . : in rl' 11: ,1 . I, 'E ' . t 'E 'Z' l 2 -a ' -a+ ' -A V i I ' ' . l A , ga! Q A ,Q Ha Q Z I E K 5 5 6' -6 l15l Break the colors and let them fly, Lift our banner, and hold it high. Swell the melody, and make the hills reply Glory, all glory, for Twenty-two. l Vale, Vale, vale, this is the song We sing, Honor and praises to Qld Hughes We bring. Hail and farewell, We let our voices ring, Hail and all hail! Twenty-two!

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SENIORS ITH our blood running cold in our veins we approached thy castle, Oh Hughes, four years ago. The square tower to our minds was a keep in which we were to be held as prisoners. After we had been assigned to our cells by a most grave and stern lord, our wardens ushered us through thy halls. All thy hidden chambers were revealed to us. We visited the two huge underground rooms, one they say, for the boys, the other for the girls. We learned that this would be the place where they would make us wield the heavy weights and contort our bodies. It was softly mentioned to us by a friendly warden that if we were extremely contrary we should be sent to a torture chamber in cell 109 at the close of our hard day's labor. Thou, Oh Alma Mater, loomed large before us those first few days, but we prayed for the time that we might know thee better. Soon after we had learned that the secret passageways were really not secret at all, our destinies were given over to another leader. The readjustment period was short for, as our beloved Mr. Merry promised us, he very capably filled the shoes of his predecessor. Nineteen-Eighteen will be remembered long by many more than the class of '22. The United States shared with the World the joy that came to her when The Armistice was signed. - Oh, Alma Mater, we already dimly saw and vaguely felt the great influence which is exerted by thee. Our sophomore year flew by without meaning much to anyone, but ourselves. We, however, felt decidedly important. Our name was linked with the upper classmen's. Many profitable hours, even though they were fifth bells on Monday or Friday, were spent listening to speakers. Each brought some message of importance to us from the outside world. Oh, Alma Mater, half our course through thy realm had been traveled. Each day strengthened our love for thee. Oh, never to be forgotten junior Year! We were somebodies in the eyes of the world. We had worthy leaders to carry us on. This is the year in which we gave our promise, through our president who received the seal, that we would love and cherish and hold high the ideals and standards of dear old Hughes. Alma Mater, the spring of our last year has come, and soon we shall turn the responsibility of our promise over to our successors. Distress fills our hearts when we think of the years to come, through which we must walk unguided by thy loving hand. We have made many dear friendships in our journey through thy realm. They mean much to us and with them we shall always link thy name. Though different our paths through the Woods of Life in the time to come, the light of thy torch shall never fail us, thy children. Semper honos nomenque tuum laudesque manebunt Quae mecumque vocant terraef' Au1'elmGraese1', '22. l17l