Cedar Grove Academy - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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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

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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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-',x', 4 Q- . s. ,......: 'WT' ff .4 S-1' .A I 'J-Q .tif I Reading back through the pages of history, we bless the name of Mother Margaret, lirst Superior of the Sisters of Charity in Cincinnati, who not only planned the material structure of our school, but also its educational structure. By her deep piety and the broad vision of her cultured mind, she implanted in the hearts of her children the exalted aims and ideals which they have ever held as a sacred trust. We, the class of '27, the last to receive graduate honors from this dear old Academy, hold it our blessed privilege to have been a part ofall we have met heree a part of the learning of the culture, and of the high traditions which have grown up like the sturdy vines around the walls. Catherine Flannery, 117 41 , if 4- f , - Ya N!