Cedar Grove Academy - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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QA Night at the Symphony rfK:g,.-Krig efUSIC lovers of musical Cincinnati were rapidly filling Emery Auditorium. From behind the curtain the tuning Q ' li 451, ff of various instruments reached our ears, and finally, 1 i,-gg with a beat of his baton, the director sent out his cue to ,Q begin. 'Cellos, drums, and violins, each swelling out with glorious ringing tones, set the hall vibrant with their music, the curtain rose on our grand Symphony Orchestra. As I sat entranced, marvelling at the beautiful harmonization of all the instruments, I found myself, quite unconsciously, trying to make an orchestration of the girls of our class. The opening number, which was a dainty filigreed duet on the first and second violins, I compared to two inseparable friends, who, like the violinists, are just a tone higher than the other musicians. Then a pensive woodwind melody presented itself, reminding me of one winsome lass who finds such reat delight in spreading sunshine. The small, staccato notes of the life could now be heard. Who could this be? It took me but a moment to place her. Our tiniest graduate seemed to be more like its piping melody than any other. Then the rhythm change and into the slow, dreamy movement, a syncopated melody was introduced. This reminded me of one whose school days have been like a lively tune on a fiddle-friendly, witty, and gay. Can you guess who she is? Like soft notes swelling out into the stillness of a summer night, the flute made its entrance and turned my thoughts to our one pal whose serene expressions remind me of that sweet instrument. Then striking their tones like the tinkling of silvery bells the cymbals appeared. Who were they? Why, no other than our two golden- haired maidens whose hearts are so restponsive to our every need. Distinguishing the mellow tones o the clarinet from the piquant strings of the mandolin, I compared one of our vocalists to our happy little class artist. The bright tempo of the banjo brought a vision of another dear girl before me. As the swaying theme died down into a gentle murmur, the broken chords of the harp issued in a golden interlude, and I compared them to the only girl who reminds me of the celestial music of that in- strument. The grand finale now crashed forth in a brilliant climax. Spanish guitars flaunted themselves in an effective duet, calling to my mind the two members of the class whose personalities have been made more attractive by a perfect blend of loving companionship. My orchestration has now reached its conclusion. Never have there been more beautifully blended chords than those struck by the girls of '17, seldom a clash of discord among them. Let us hope that the years of harmony which have already filled their lives have been but as practice hours for that larger program on life's stage which each of them will be expected to present. Verna Jean Rosen, ,Z7 7-3

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Alu illllvmnrmm VSV-N053 ORROW enshrouded the Grove on filed' 05 the mornmg of December zo 192.6 A VOICC we loved had been st1 led J gatherxng on the campus young vo1ces gay w1th the joy of the Chr1stmas Splflt were suddenly hushed as the sad announcement Slster Mel1thon 1S dead was passed from group to group The older students whose F1rst Commun1on day at Cedar Grove had been made more memorable by the tender pathos of S1ster Mel1thon s golden notes of song hastened to the chapel where they begged God s gentle mercy for the repose of her soul Durrng her twenty nrne years as teacher tt Cedar Grove S1ster Mel1thon was the chosen fr1end and confrdante of hundreds of her pup1ls I-ler ab1l1ty her earnestness and her zeal for souls unrted to a grac1ous personal1ty made her l1fean1nsp1rat1ontoall Sheknewandchemshed the fine old trad1t1ons ofthe school and loyallx tr1ed to pass them on to younger genertarons She was la1d to rest 1n the hallowed peace of the convent cemetery at Mt St Joseph where the b1rds forever s1ng sweet requlems May God grant ren eternal to ber mul' ' 0 I J VKX-ff' xca Q, , klxlu'-iff . 1 forever. As the pup1ls were , , ' 1 7 o , a Q u , 1 2.1

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UN IOR C LASS Prefident, ROSE ANGELA FRIES Vice-Prexident, HELEN BOYLE Secretary, ROSEMARY IMBUS Tremurer, ETHEL SANDERS MARY F. COOK GRACE MONAHAN DOROTHEE POWERS HAZEL F. WRIGHT JANE E. SECKFORD 7-4