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

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CLASS HISTORY ROM all paths and from all stations Of this life, one bright September, In the year of nineteen-thirteen, We, the young aspirants tripping, Came to answer Dutyts warning; Came we happy, came we carefree, Searching for a greater knowledgee To the lofty sandstone schoolhouse. Walnut Hills! The name we cherish! Walnut Hills! The seat of learning! Where the mind of youth is nurtured, Where the hope of fame enlightens All the weary and the downcastl. Where the helping hands are ready, And a Godspeed gives us courage! Thus as Freshmen did we enter, Just as pupils who before us Faced the many grave misfortunes That confront the shy beginners! Yet we had our happy moments- Had our triumph and its pleasures? Learned to love our new surroundings, Sought encouragement and friendship From the Sophomores and Juniors; And how proud we wereihow joyful, When a Senior smiled upon use So lmid all our new surroundings, On we strove to win the highest, Lived we through examinations, And report days, greatly dreaded. So the time passed very swiftly, Till at length the long vacation Came, and called us to our freedom. II As the hours of summer faded, And brown autumn claimed the country, To the dear old sandstone schoolhouse, All the pupils came back gladly We were hailed, we former Freshmen, With a higher appellationi We were Sophomores! the terror Of the Freshmen, our inferiors. Girls had bade farewell to childhood, Gone were ribbons, long were dresses, And the boys now looked so manly That each gazed in much amazement At the otherts transformation. Oh, the smiles on all the faces, Oh, the greeting Of Old school friends As we met within those portals T0 recall our former pleasures. Then we turned to learning Latin, And the French verbst conjugation, T0 Geometry-a nightmare. And the history of Athenee Turned to writing contributions For ttThe Gleam? the old school's paper; Ever won deserved trophies In the games and sports of athletes, Strove for glory by debating In the dear old sandstone schoolhouse. Oh the doubt and all the worry Caused by work that lay before use ipage eighti

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Class Colorst . . , . Red, Black and Gold Class Flower. , . . . . . White Rose CLASS OFFICERS AARON ALVIN BAMBERGER. ......... ...... .President HERMINA HOPPE. . . . . . . , . , . Vire-President RUTH ELLA LINDSEY ..... , . . . . . . . . , Secretary LORETTA ALICE KROGER. . . . . . . . A Treasurer Room 1 EDGAR JOHNSON ...................... . A . Treasurer Room 3 bage sevenJ

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For the year was fraught with trials That go hand in hand with learningi But withal, though tired and anxious, Bravely fought we for our credits; Laughed instead of looking downcast, Till at length another summer Freed us from our nine monthst thralldom. III Yet once more we heard the school bell, And once more with joy we answered, Answered gladly to its peeling, J uniors now, no longer Freshmen, We, the band of knowledge seekers, We, the aids-de-camp of Seniors, We, the loyal school supporters, We, the pride and hope of teachers; And our minds grew broader, greater, Under teachers, watchful guidance, In the school where childish knowledge Grew from innocence to prudence. So we came, we saw, we conquered, For the Latin now was easy, And the French indeed a pleasure, While old Chemistry and Physics Were enjoyed by all the pupils English, too, we daily studied With a zest meter to be equalled, Till at length, in praise and honor, We were equal to the Seniors. IV Thus from boyhood into manhood, Into womanhood from girlhood, lpage nineI Grew we, ever struggling Juniors, And became the old schoolls leaders, Skilled in all the art of English And in sports crewned with the laurel, While we saw on the horizon The dim dawn of our tomorrow April came with joy and sunshine, And we turned to gay amusements. There were skating parties jolly, There were playlets without number, There were dances, too, when blithely Danced we on the toe fantastic; And in May, when birds were Hittering Through the mystic evening twilight, And the moon with chastening brightness Covered all the land with silver, Down the beautiful Ohio Hemmed by hills of lofty grandeur, Floated gaily all the pupils, On the pleasure boat, The Princess. Then as days in gliding swiftness Passed, and high school hours were numbered, How exultantly our hearts beat With the glad anticipation Of the life that opened to us! Farewell, 0 our Alma Mater! Freshmen, Sophomores and J uniors! All good wishes do we leave you For the best that eter can greet you- And we hope that for your future, Life may hold a horde of treasures, And success may crown you victors! RUTH GENEVIEVE JOSEPH.