Cedar Grove Academy - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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mf 51' rzpeiffy Vigxjxfgfi' E PAUSE to examine the tapestry we have been weaving. gsm, We see not tranquil meadows, luminous skies, vast JN lp Kgfffl seas, nor mysterious forests, but a colorful reproduction of our years at Cedar Grove. On a bright September J..iiw 1 morning in 1915, three tiny girls came to this institution which is devoted to the beautiful task of teaching the unskilled fingers of youth the art of weaving the fabric of school life. The little weavers timidly entered a school room where they were greeted by a friendly teacher who assigned them at once small red chairs at the big loom. The warp was already mounted and the teacher wisely selected their colors and threaded the shuttles. Catherine, of the dark hair and blue eyes, began at once to ply the woof and was soon reproducing marvelous lines in Arabic design. Mary, a friendly little soul, deftly wove an in the rarest of Palmer script. julia, a trifle shy, clumsily fashioned the word boy into her design. Black and white thread fairly flew, and erelong our own names, and those of all objects within sight, could be read by the doting mothers who looked in each morning to inspect the progress of their youthful prodigies. We wove steadily for two years using primary colors only. By this time we had ac uired great skill in making those Arabic digits which have since Cformed so useful a background to our picture. Then one bright morning in May, the teacher with loving words threaded our shuttles with a dazzlinfg White Thread and we prayerfully wove into our pattern the beauti ul day of our First Communion. Years cannot dim its luster, this scene will always remain the loveliest in the picture. Then another weaver known as Marcella joined the little group. She lost no time in beginning to ply her chubby fingers with amazing swiftness. Together we wove intermediate shades of bright and somber hues, daily making the warp a little stronger so that we might weave thereon a more lasting design. One autumn morning little Grace arrived bringing with her many bright-colored balls with which she gaily began to weave. Occasionally these vivid strands became knotted and tangled, and our wise instructor would then slip in the somber browns and grays. A little later Mary and Verna, with olden-spun threads in their eager hands, joined us. Now we longer? to weave fantastic fairy tales, gay butterflies, birds, and flowers into our design, but we were again reminded that if we wished our tapestry to endure, we must work with the stronger shades. Then one day our loom was transferred to the second floor where a larger band of workers awaited us, Mary Louise, Vera, Helen Connell, Flora, Camille, Helen Winters, and Anna Marie, all anxious to begin their task. This year the loom hummed from morning till 16

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J U IOR CLASS ULIANNA FLYNN RUTH CAPPEL CATHERINE O,BRIEN CATHERINE LEWING FLORENCE MCGUINN ANGELA BOYLE DOROTHY BETTINGER LUCILLE HUG CATHERINE LEE 7-5

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ni ht. Variegated shades of Freshman green were used which gave lifi and color to our design. Each year a new instructor planned our work, recorded its progress, untangled the knots and supervised our hours at the loom. Later we used warmer Sophomore shades, orange, yellow and red and diligently wove geometric designs and Gallic battlefields. just as we were weaving in the rainbow hues of our Junior Year, Catherine Herbers joined our merry band. Columns of the Roman forum as it was in Cicero's day, and the grandeur of old Spain began to take form. Daily becoming more skillful, we tried our utmost to bring out the pattern which our teacher held up for imitation. On a silver background are woven our Senior dreams. Coral threads of love and joy interweave with the bright green of hope and springtime. Through the foreground of our design runs the golden thread of commencement mingled with the white of noble ideals and the blue of loyalty. In the design we trace vast fields of literature over which we have roamed for many delightful hours. Discernible also are picturesque Virgilian memories of the wanderings of the ius Aeneas . The tapestry of our schooldays is finished. We beholgd a pattern of many hues. May the tints soften and row richer with age, so that when the last thread has been severedgand the loom is forever at FCSE, the Divine Designer will find our tapestry worthy to hang in the galleries of Heaven. Julia Healy, ,Z7 Seniors' .Yong Air: 'ffiuld Lang Synen Let music ring through Cedar Grove And echoes sound her fameg Her daughters old and young unite To bless her hallowed name. The cross upon her ancient tower S reads far her noble aim. Tihat learning dwells within her halls Her children all proclaim. For dear old C.G.A. my girls, Our Alma Mater true, We'll sing our song of jubilee And wave her White and Blue. The grace of age is on her brow, 'Tis writ on all her trees, Her blossoms rare waft incense sweet To every passing breeze. Her loyal daughters far and near Have gained her fair renown, Their worthy aims and noble deeds Are jewels in her crown. Let'sCpledge our love to Cedar Grove An Wave her White and Blue, We'll hold her precepts in our hearts And make her dreams come true. Class, '17