Walnut Hills High School - Remembrancer Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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As his fair prize, and of the strife This Lady of the Lake made rife, We read. The tale of Rosalind And her brave knight, Orlando, in The Arden Forest, tneath whose shade The duke his outlawed force arrayed; The death of Caesar, friend of all The Latin students thear tem bawll , His slayers, tthonorable men, Who ttstuek him through, and stabbed again; The Cities TWO, With dreadful tale 0f love and hate, of song and wail, The Maker of Shoes recalled to life, The ominous knitting, the sway of knife And gun o'er disregard of right, The echoing footsteps in the night; All this our minds full ably bore; Till Daniel Webster took the fioor, And then we tumbled in a hurry; That guys a reg,lar dicshunnurry. Enough to smother all the nation, The words adorning that oration. To Bunker Hill we bid adieu, Then next in line was one who knew Our burdens, and his sympathy Applied; with him we all agree, When from his heart leaped forth this tune: HOh what so rare as a day in June? It filled us with a breath of life, Beyond the wanted schoolroom strife. Then while we dreamed, why June was nigh, Green was the grass, and blue the sky; And with those blessed perfect days, Came freedom and our own sweet ways. A second time our clan returned, For still we had not all things learned ; And this, our J unior year, revealed Our excellence in every field Of usual school endeavor, for In brain and brawn the prize we bore. Already some had in The Gleam Expressed their thoughts in varied theme. But now, for fact and fancy, jest And jingle, all of them confessed That our way came they for the best. But mention also must be had Of the most charming poster lad, And them Who chased the mocking ad. Then Football, Baseball, Track did claim Our energies, as seasons came; While some upon the platform paced And for debating honors raced. Of course those lessons stayed with us, Es macht nichts aus how hard we fussed; Two added tongues ,peared on the scene, Both French and Spanish, and the mean 01d Algebra, and after him 01d Trigonometry, his kin. Then History, and Physics, joy Of every little girl and boy. In Lit, 0h say, it was a time Of feasting in both prose and rhyme; Were we distinguished by great strides? Well, much can be said on both sides,U As 01d Sir Roger quaintly said When into great decisions led. The theft of sweet Belindats hair Page Twelve

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Who, to our tale his ear would lend. If older, smiles came in reply, If younger, wonder-opened eye. The days departed, one by one, And, step by step, we learned the run Of things in life at Walnut Hills, A life quite fraught with fears and thrills. How every forty minutesT time A period was, not oft sublime. We grew to answer HSir instead Of itMa'am ; quite firmly fixed in head Where room fifteen was sure to he, Who taught us Lit and Botany, Though still we iioundered Tout at sea? Anon there came the direful day e Demerits dread beset our way; Shuddering, we prepared to die, But 10! we flew not to the sky! We learned to chase the bugs and label Them as well as we were able; We fell the prey of B and C And sat in tubs unwillingly. To Caesar we were introduced; TTwas that or Dutch, so whats the use? We found the ttxt in Algebra, And mixed with ttElo in dread fray. Then once a Senior, brave and bold, The virtues of The Gleam extolled, Requesting pieces of our gold. A few subscribed. a rabble read; We hate to knock, but truth is said. Through Irving's eyes we England viewed; With Bryant friendship we renewed; Page Eleven We read of fair Evangeline Mid Acadieis primeval scene; With Oberon, Titania, and The mischief Puck, we danced in hand; The Gold Bug cypher we did trace, Then wondered at the Great Stone Face; Till one day came examination, The herald of great j 0y, vacation. Two months and more passed by before We stepped again within that door, But then how changed our actions were, Appearance, too; we all concur In saying itwas a reformation Befitting higher education; From freckled Freshies, frightened, green, T0 sweet ttC girls, not quite sixteen, To noble youths with brow serene. Once more we wrestled with our work tBut never lost a chance to shirki ; That German, Latin, English stuff Annoyed us wieder; ,twas enough, But with it came tah, misery D The specter, Plane Geometry; While History its best did try To make it clear to us just why The Greeks and Romans climbed so high. We understood enough to pass; 01' course, that is, most of the class. Of Roderick Dhu and Malcolm Graeme, 01 Ellen fair, whom each would claim

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Did much, we fear, our girls to scare For all us ttfellers sure got on To what makes beautyethis aintt con. The darkness fell on Auburn sweet; The weary Christiants patient feet Trod the tortuous narrow way, As we ourselves, from day to day. Good Doctor Primrose, shepherd true, Described his life, of comforts few; Then Tam 0' Shanter raced his mare Thorough the misty midnight air; The Chillon captive, Ivanhoe, And Johnson, soon we came to know. HThere was an ancient mariner, And Lorna, with her John Ridd, Sir; And then the little maid of Devon Who ever answered, We are seven? On January ninth at morn Excitement great our way was borne; You see it came about this way, Our school caught fire upon that day. They rang the bell; we all filed out, The most in wonder whafs about; But oh! the horror in our looks, When told the fuel was Latin books! Though really itwas a funny sight To see the Seniors in their might charrying pails of water bright. The engines came with lots of noise; They dragged a hose in through the boys. But Cap yelled out, ttMen, shut ter off; I put it out with my little cough. The cops came after all was cinched; Page Thirteen Jiggel's, fellows, the house is pinched. Thus did we prove to our desire How brave we stand up under lire. The A-B dance, the Red Corn Feast, Arrived and fied; while winter ceased Its sway, and gentle spring assumed Her place, and soft her song she crooned, Whereat uThe heart with rapture thrills And dances with the daffodils? Ourselves we found the ruling powers, T0 Seniors raised m the school was ours. 'Twas here at last, the day of grace Ton Which our class took up the mace, Affairs of school to supervise, To have some fun While looking Wise. Itts surely been just one grand rush With sometimes planks and sometimes plush, But imid the hurly-burly strife, Wetve had the time of our young life; While making ready for the rough, Unyielding life of sterner stuff That lies before us, dark, unknown, Where earnest labor gains a throne. The handclasp and the hugging der, We gayly stepped within the door, For this, our last at Walnut Hills, Had lost the terrors and the thrills 0f Freshman year, but found instead A love of school unmixed With dread; And yet down deep in every heart