Cedar Grove Academy - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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' omg 51' 0 6 ITH graduation so near at hand, now is the time when conversation runs toward future careers. Thoughts of JS if-2 what they are going to be are filling the minds of the Seniors. 'Io think about a career is one thing, to decide J..-are C f definitely is another. Our choice must be made within the next ew months. Native ability with a liking for a particular avocation is the best guide in this perplexing problem. Upon entering our room before class this morning I found fourteen girls engaged in a lively discussion as to what each is going to be . Well, ifI have an opportunity to go to college, said Marcella, I'd like to major in Physical Education, for I just love to swim. And I , declared Flora, whose ideas of becoming a home maker are already sprouting, I want to major in Home Economics. The dream of my young life is to become a Spanish secretary, chimed in Helen Connell, unloading an armful of books with a sigh of relief. I'm thinking of applying for a position with the Associated Charities, stated Cami le so seriously that we all turned to see if she were in earnest. Why, how wonderful, then you can help finance my kinder- garten and free day-nursery, this from Vera who was busily engaged tidying up the bookcase. When the attention of ye perfect stenogs, Catherine I-Ierbers, Anna Marie and Grace, could be aroused from the engrossing occupa- tion of hearing each other's lines for the class play, one of them answered: Oh, don't bother us. We've long ago decided to lend our shining abilities to the business world. Helen Winters, who was so busy sketchin our pictures for the front page of the Annual that she seemed deaf to al things except trying to decorate each one with the nose and the bob becoming to her type, poised her pencil long enough to say, Well, the delight of my eart will be to take up cartooning next year at the Art School. 56