Cedar Grove Academy - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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L 'XX l'l The old gate stands ever ready to welcome to their Alma Mater her own When the future enters And the present goes, May the portals to your memory Be gates that never closeg And in the midst of new things, Bright with joys that new things May you still see something shining, Something sacred in the old. 66 hold, M.W

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LA CERCLE FRA NCAISE Stauthng fgleft to rightbz Vrolm fiNo1s1u,lN, DoRo'rm31s Powisns, HAALL F1-:RN XVRIGHT, DoRo'rnY 131-.'l'1'INol-LR, NIARY MCGURK. Seated Rosie INIARY hxmus, MARY FI,0R!iNCIi Cook, Cfvrmzmmis Luiz, .ll'I.I.-KNA FLYNN. 1.11 Cferele Ifrzmenise has proven itself' invineihle in its trips up zmtf down the Seine with L11 Belle-Nivernaise. As surely as Victor steered the hour aright through the turhulent waters, so have we overcome all idiomatic tiifheulties and verh irregularities. Rose Mary lmhus is our President and Dorothy Bettiiiger, Secretary- 'i4I'C2lSLlI'CI'. Gs

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Absence I never knew until you went How much your resence really meant, I never thought that I'd deplore Your absence keenly o'er and o'er. I used to think it mighty fine When I could boast that you were mine, But now, alas! you are no more Than riches barred behind a door. But what's the use to cry and moan You'll ne'er come back as gift or loan, So I must try to be content And live right on without a cent. Helen Winters, '17 U nex pressed When Christmas comes around each year I try to make a song, I search my book of memories To find themes sweet and strong. Love, home, mother, friends, What dearer words than these? And yet no song comes gushing forth, In vain I touch the keys. The sound is but a monotone, Its theme could ne'er be guessed, Why is it that life's sacred things Are poems unexpressed? Yet the song is there, I feel its spell, So let my soul rejoice And lift itself to God in prayer Who will give to my song a voice. R. T. S., '17 67