Cedar Grove Academy - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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uendo. We rise, mutter some incoherent words, and flee to the hall where friendly hands quickly apply restoratives. V. R., '17 ill ill Sli As the Class ship of '17 courageously began its Senior voyage, the fifteen passen- gers entertained a feeling of security with Helen Connell again at the helm. Reliable Flora Enderlin, so stout of heart and firm of hand, has proved a worthy second mate. By their skillful management they have now anchored our vessel in the harbor of success. J. H., '17 4- s- 4- Some people there are who believe that all things exist in the mind. They want to think everything and feel nothing. Now, if we stop to consider, can we not see that many of the most beautiful things of life exist in the heart? We have only to turn the pages of history to find that some of the world's great leaders, as Caesar, Napoleon and Alexander, achieved success not because of their brain but because of their hearts. Their soldiers loved them. Great leaders always have great hearts. It is impossible to lead one's followers in any cause without en- thusiasm, and enthusiasm has its root in the heart. As Americans we revere the name of Lincoln. Why? Because of his brain power? No, but because Abraham Lincoln possessed a great human heart which loved and suffered with his people. So while we try to cram our heads with the many wonderful things which modern education offers, let us not neglect to cultivate our hearts and try to make them beautiful and true and brave. G. S., '17 SIG Ill if Brilliant, mediocre, indolent, alert, indifferent, dumb, all these adjectives ma be applied to students in every school. We find some who are joy-makers an cheer leaders, others who are joy-killers and crepe-hangers . In my estima- tion the really impossible type is the pessimistic girl. Hers is a destructive rather than a constructive mission. She goes about telling how hard Latin is, how difficult is geometry , and how utterly impossible it is to write a theme on this or that or the other subiect. This tylpe of girl is a detriment to herself and to the school. She impairs the fine cheerfu spirit that should exist. She goes to class with her mind made up that she cannot-or will not- do the work assigned. Thus she is hard to teach. The instructor has the double task of trying to o n such a mind before it can absorb her teaching. It is so much easier to do the t ings that we think we can do, so why not go about our school work cheerfully? In other words, why not start the year a peptimist instead of a pessimist? .li H 1 .7-7 lk ll lk When the new year dawns we wish our friends happiness and success. Success is a word on everybody's lips. What is the secret o success ? We are told by the men and women who have attained it that it has no secret, that those who achieve it, do so because they possess its elemental qualities. These are ability, capacity and energy. We young people all hope for success in our chosen career. The earlier in our high school years that we can decide what that career is to be the better for us, and having once determined our objective, we should march straight onward to that goal. F. E., '17. 53

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Sfmy Leaver From mf heme ookf There were ten plagues in Egypt, but the eleventh and worst does not take lace there but everywhere. It is a family reunion. Everyone from little Archibald, aged two months, to Grandfather with his snow white locks, makes his appearance. All talk at once, Grandfather shouts because his hearing is not as good as it used to be. Little Willie spends what time he can spare from banging on the new piano in pulling Cousin Gwendolin's hair and decorating the newfurniture wit the marks of his sticky hands. But still everyone is happy-everyone but the hostess. Need I say it? The one thing which she enjoys most about the family reunion is the hour when the last forty-second cousin has departed in his collegiate flivver or Pierce Arrow, and the remains of the peanuts have been collected from the rugs. J. H., '17 IF Ili ll! September, 1916, brought to the hearts of fifteen Seniors the attainment of a long cherished desire. Ever since our freshman year we have tread softly and spoke in subdued tones as we passed the graduates' classroom. Times without number we cast envious glances at those dignified ebony chairs. Now, behold! we the Class of '17 have come to the realization of our dreams. At last we find ourselves the occupants of that sanctum sanctorum the threshold of which we had no sooner crossed than our dizzy heads were encircled by the traditional halo of learning. Even when Time's relentless fingers have chiseled wrinkles on our brows and tinged our bobbed heads with silver, we shall recall, with a feeling of trepidation, that eventful morn in the fall of '16 when we entered that enchanted room where school books allure, where tongues utter wisdom, and where youth weaves dreams. M. H., '17 1 if 41 Once a year-and I'm certain most of us think that this is once too often-even the bravest students of music at the Grove are overcome with fear at the sight of a Man. Answering your inquiring look, I am going to tell you that this formidable person-the only one of our acquaintance who has the faculty of putting us into a renzy-is none other than the well-known Professor Romeo Gorno, the examiner from the College. Yea, verily, dear reader, he puts us in a frenzy. For months before his visit, we study harmony and transposing, and practice scales, sonatas and ear training. Finally dawns the fatal day. With hands like chunks of ice, and hearts beating in six-eighth time, we tremblingly approach the scene of our execution. The door opens, we salute the lord high executioner and try to keep our equilibrium by frantically waving our arms as we feel the rug gliding along with us. We reach the piano. The examiner tries to Iput our fears to flight by a few friendly remarks. hese fall faintly on our ears li e the last earthly sounds heard by the drowning. We begin to play. Bach, Beethoven, Scarlatti and other great Masters rush over the keyboard in a strange sort of whirligig. Then we begin to gurgle a few sounds which are meant to show our proficiency in ear training . In our lucid moments during this ordeal-if we are blessed with any-we are devoutly hoping that our teacher is not within hearing distance. After we have given several amazing exhibitions of our originality, we strike a few chords which end in a wailing dimin- 51

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