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

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Walnut Hills Our Walnut Hills KVords by Music by FALLIS F. REES,15 HARRY M. KOLLERfM INTRO. on the hillthere stands a state -1y build-ing by the way, Its fame is broad its namethey laudand tru -1y wellthey may,For herds to dear old Wal-nut Hills thou vis -ion of de - light Let's sing to dear old WaJAnut Hills the school of well earned fame itsdearWaJAnut Hillsthisbuilding standing by the way Ourheaxtswith rapture thrillwheu we the word but say. Weknowthatshe's in all things mighty nearjust right We love our Walmut Hills we love her ver -y name.

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A pM-SPM ; n 6MPP4 ,yg-s 5 0000- W1 L L Twas the tenth of September, just four years ago, That as ilFreshies we entered the portals of woe; With tight-braided llpigtails and pompadoured locks, With wide, flowing silk ties and stiflly starched frocks; Gazing in wonder at all the great throng, Jostled and pushed, we were hurried along; Directions they gave us, not helpful at all, For all we were told Was, nNow find Study-Hall; Up a stair, down a stair, through a hall, onward, Into that Study-Hall stormed the one hundred; Pupils to right of us, teachers ahead, Well might each one of us wish we were dead. Taunted and jeered at in lunch room and yard, Surely the lot of a Freshman was hard. Days and weeks passed, but they brought no cessation, And oh, how we longed for that far off vacation! We wrestled with Math and with Latin declensions, And manfully strove to win ttHonlrable Mention, We delved deep in Irving and looked up big words, And stumbled oler questions like Hperfect absurds; 3