Cedar Grove Academy - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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A Hundred Sesqui-Centennial was a celebration in honor of the Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in China. Quac cum ita aint, why not tell them to the faculty? Thus four harassing days went by, each bringing added worry until fifteen pale, tired girls came from their last exam to the classroom. There, after cautiously closing windows, transoms and doors, the teacher solemnly announced that all had failed but that they would be given another trial. What! Failed? Another exam? They closely examined the papers, so generously decorated in red . Surely there must be some misunderstanding, for how could teacher and pupils have such divergent opinions? Weren't Shelley, Keats and Byron the first to circum- navigate the globe? And wasn't the Narcotic Act performed by Gene Tunney? And who were the great literary lights if they were not Roentgen, Mazda and Edison? The dismissal bell ringing at that moment put an end to further query, and what seemed to be the voice of her mother startled her with its usual morning reproach: Flora, didn't you hear the breakfast bell? What! Had she been dreaming? Flora Enderlin, '27 Years From Now Write on, write on, O comrades dear, Exams come thick and fast. The quizzes that we face mid-year Would make the bravest gaslp. O lux illume the muddled t ought, Flow on each fountain pen, If miracles were ever wrought We hope they'll be again. Alas, we re doomed to tell the tale Of Don Quixote's life, And how the Trojans all set sail And faced a world of strife. And oh! that Math it fairly teems With problems we can't do, Besides there are two English themes And then a book review . In future years, heed my behest- Let peace your lives endow- 'Twill be the same, when you're at rest, True 6Bluea Farewell, old friend, I've loved you so My heart is sad to see you go, You've served me well, I never tired Of seeing you, you were admired By every one. Your style, your grace Brought joy to every passing face. And now as partin time draws nigh A tell-tale mist becgms my eye. I think of how we clung together In sunshine or in cloudy weather Those years that you were close to me I prized your steadfast quality. T rough pressing times you kept your h You never changed, you proved true bl So farewell now, my dear old friend, Blessings and tears I sadly blend, For whate'er befell in calm or storm You warmed my heart- Old Uniform! 9 A hundred years from now. MHYY H0l'82f1, '17 Marcella Bronstrop, '17 LIC UC

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moaned f ' HE reckoning day had come. On the morrow they would face the first exam. But why worry? Fifteen 1 Xia' km, . . . ' if-1:.,'YlkT'f'?XS hard-working girls-and bright QD-need harbor no anxiety about a trifling exam. Nevertheless, each .-seven?-SIA member of the illustrious class of '17 went home the night before groaning under a load of books. Candles flickered and sputtered until after midnight, when the weary Senior, thinking herself well fortified with ammunition for the coming encounter, sought her pallet of dreams. Drowsily she re- peated the Powers of Congress , the Preamble to the Constitu- tion, the Literary Lights of the 'Nineties, and the Eleven Ways of Expressing Purpose in Latin, and so s-he fell asleep. All too soon her peaceful slumbers were disturbed. Was that not the shrill sound of the alarm summoning her to the day's ordeal? Still half asleep she made a hasty toilet, grabbed a breakfast roll, kissed her mother good-bye and hurried to school, arriving there breathless at the last stroke of the bell. Dozens of girls were flying hither and thither in search of pens, ink, and paper. It had come. Examinations! The Seniors trying to maintain the dignity of all senior classes of past ages filed solemnly into the study hall. They took the desks assigned and smiled a thank you when they re- ceived their list of questions. A rapid glance at the test and every countenance registered surprise, consternation, despair. S. O. S. signals were frantically sent out in all directions to classmates marooned, alone, miles apart. Had the familiar old study hall been transformed into a desert island they could not have felt more desolate than they did when their repeated calls elicited no response but a slow shaking of the head. A series of fog-horn whispers started at that moment among the lower classes. What! the Seniors puzzled! So passed three lon hours. juniors, So homores and Freshmen finished their exams ant? left the hall triumpliantly, casting commis- erating glances upon the crest-fallen Seniors. Realizing at last that it was a question of sink or swim, the Seniors spent a few minutes in mental stock-taking and concluded that they could answer most of those uestions after all. Surely they knew that after the confla- gration of Troy, Aeneas and his men crossed the Delaware and entered the Sicilian desert through the English Channel. Eighteenth Amend- ment? Oh yes, the ratification of that amendment drew the World War to a close on july 4, 1776. Of course it was Don Quixote who figured as the hero in Daudet's La Belle Nivernaise . There was one thing of which they were absolutely sure, namely, that the 38

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,YA 14 J' I' Q Pv W WW, Crowning the highest eminence of Price Hill, there has stood for nearly three-quarters ofa century an institution whose name is enshrined in the hearts of thousands, a school which has diffused all that is best, all that is noblest in Catholic education, whose ideals have been the flowering of a perople's hopes for the education of their daughters. Half concealed by majestic old trees, and far removed from the street by a wide sloping lawn, Cedar Grove presents a varied picture with the ever-changing seasons. Whether we see it in its bright autumnal glory, whether viewed in the richness of summer verdure, or in the snow-clad splendor of winter, this historic old place is always regal in its grandeur. 40