Cedar Grove Academy - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Contest and Examination forests bravely and to weave beautiful bookletfgarlands ' from the flowers of Knowledge we had plucked by the wayside. One September morning as we turned the bend of the Fifth Grade, two little ladies armed with schoolfbags and pencilfboxes joined our forces. One was tiny with very black hair, Marguerite , by name, and the other a staunch little individual in red plaid who had no fear of fifth grades . Could this be anyone but Clare? Now a series of obstacles loomed ahead-two great bumps of difficulty,- Fractions and Parsing . They cost us a deal of thought but successfully we climbed over them. Mary Whitehead came just as we reached the sixth grade crossing. How she loved to run ahead of us on the way and catch those Butterf flies of Inspiration . These, joined with a tiny netfwork of fancy, made beautiful Compositions , We also learned that year to look across the water and to love the Emerald Isle very dearly. And then we passed on the Land of Good Deeds and here we found a new traveler, Mary Harrison. Every day there was Mass, Holy Communion, hours of silence, adts of Sacrifice. We were sprouting our wings those days. After a while a lovely new traveler, Dorothy Decker, we called her, came to us and we walked farther and farther along the road. Then we were initiated into the mysteries of crossing the stile to High School. Now eight more Wanderers asked to join our party. We submitted them to a close examination. Mary Helen's sweet dis osition immediately admitted her, and we knew we could have no dilllculty lovin Ethel's gentle smile. Jane's eyes gleamed with love for us all, and who could resist Dorothy's mirth? Marion Doyle was gentle and considerate of everybody, Kathryn Benson kind and sym athetic, and Florence won our hearts instantly. Last, but not least of tlhe eight, was brownfeyed stu' dious Ruth Bosken. Of course, We bade this interesting group 'oin our party at once. We climbed a rather steep hill then, often stumbling on such stones as Conjugations and Unknown Quantities . Some dis' tance from the top we found a Signfpost, Tenth Grade , and even here were two more travelers. Ruth Cunningham was just a bit shy, as she nodded to us, but Helen tossed her head and laughed, and we invited them to come with us, too. So the band of twenty travelers climbed higher and higher, passing Geometry and Biology , passing Cicero and Chemistry and, finally turning the bend to the Summit of Civics and General Literature . And for a time, we walked in the Valley of the Shadow. Our road, it seemed, was too long and steep for Margaret and Dorothy, and the Master of the Highway came to meet them half way up and lovingly guided them Home. Then we learned the saddest lesson of the high' road-that one must suffer and go on. Softly we bade Farewell to the two tired travelers who had grown weary of our path, and had sought that infinite trail which winds in and out among the stars and ends at Heaven's gate. l67l

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Now, we have come to the crossroads, O Travelers. We are at the brow of the hill. A new white road stretches out before us, much wider, much longer, losing itself in the misty blue far ahead. Each must follow that trail alone, walking or riding, gaily or sadly, as the Master of the Highway decrees. So, travelers, adieu! Here's a smile and a song and a wish for success. Tuck it away in the depths of your trunk. Pay the toll of your school days at the gate and set out on the riband road. Think of us often and of the old trail and often we'll think of you and one day we'll meet at the end of the road, in a haven of glorf ious rest. Virginia Payne, '26 1 l '1' 'ilk T' ' Eli' 2, ,Y , V., lllllll 1 y, 5 fly, V.-vs E32 V WU K, E 'ig ' Af Y ., .N 5' '- fi fl' Wim M I is ge.. if ff , . I . 2 'Mn . , ,ZA ,fill .lzalllll T lf m.l1g5,t lm 'MVN 9 ,X A 41 QM, . Om' Uniforms Five and twenty uniforms As shabby as can be And yet that we must wear them still The rigid rules decree. Our elbows make their way straight out Through sleeves once strong and new, Our teachers say, just patch them, girls, With a piece of navy blue. But all our efforts seem quite vain, Another hole is spied Appearing in the self same spot We wished so much to hide. Our cuffs and collars trimmed in braid Once silky and so white Are all now faded and all frayed Almost unlovely sight! And then, they're oh! so shiny From oft repeated pressing We really don't know what we'll do Our plight is most distressing. Sophomores l63l