East High School - Tiger Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Some write for glory Some write for fame, But I write merely to sign my name. Betty Fisher, '20. Betty was the vice-president of the senior class, explained Aunt Louise. Hln your wood shed of memory Consider me a chip. H. Maveety, '20. ll Maveety was our class president, laughed Aunt Louise, and she told of some of the exciting class meetings which the Seniors had had at which he had presided. Ruth laughed with her and wished that she might have been present, too. Be what you is, and not what you ainlt. If you is what you ain't, You ain't what you is. Mildred Roggf' Mildred was our secretary, said Aunt Louise in a far away tone, which showed plainly that she was again present at one of those class meetings. There were autographs of the class mates, which Ruth read quietly to herself, now and then reading aloud a particularly clever or funny one. May beauty and truth keep you in youth. May green tea and sage preserve your old age. Helena Ballangee, ,20. A funny little sketch accompanied this quaint rhyme. Ruth laughed and in a minute or two read aloud. Live long and have good times, And marry the dude who has the dimes. Your churn 'Pinkeyf No other name was signed and Aunt Louise had no idea who the author was. That will teach me a lesson, said Ruth. I am going to demand that people who write in my book sign their full names after this. When you are married And hubby is cross, Tie him to a post And show him wh0's boss. Ma1'y Harper. t'lVIary was one of the most witty girls in the school, said Aunt Louise, and besides was always ready for any thing in the way of athletics. 'tThere are meters iambic, There are meters triambic, There are meters with musical tones, But the meter that's neater, completer, and sweeter Is to meet her in the moonlight alone. Your Comrade in French Class. This, too, bore no other mark of identification. It was written in a boyish scrawl, hardly legible. Ruth exclaimed with annoyance. I think that it is a shame! Some of the most clever are unsigned. There were tiny pictures pasted under some of them. Aunt Louise called them ping-pongs. Ruth turned to a page on which was written only one line, in a man's hand writing. Best wishes for a successful future. May fifth, nineteen twenty. E. D. Lyon. I iss 1

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9 TODAY, AS SEEN TOMORROW -1- 11-f 1111--'-ff '11--1111V- 1- -1--11--1 f - + HE was a dear little lady, was Aunt Louise. Her hair was silvery white and dressed in a fashion of long ago. Every one loved her and came to her for advice which was accepted sooner or later. She rocked back and forth in the big roomy rocker on the front porch, with a far away expression in her twinkly blue eyes. She was suddenly interrupted by girlish laughter, and as she looked up, she saw her grand niece come hurrying up the walk. I have the most cunning thing to show you, Auntie, she cried. As she spoke she handed an open memory book to her aunt. It was a little sketch, drawn by one of Ruth's school mates. Aunt Louise smilingly surveyed it and then idly turned the pages, the far away expression again in her eyes. This reminds me of my high school days, she said. 'fHere, dear, take this key and run up stairs and bring down that black leather case in the cedar chest in my room. Ruth willingly obeyed and soon returned carrying the black case. Aunt Louise took it from her and drew out an oblong box which she handed to Ruth, who wonderingly opened it. There was a brown suede book, with the large gold letters, The Girl Graduate, written across the top. f'Why, Aunt Louisef' she cried, Hit is a memory book, too! She perched herself on the arm of the big rocker and leaned eagerly over the book. On the fly leaf was Aunt Louisels name and the date, nineteen and twenty, East High School, beneath it. ' 'fDid you graduate from East, too, Auntie? exclaimed Ruth in surprise. Yes, indeed, ours was the first class, answered her Aunt proudly. Ruth eagerly began to turn the pages. The first few were filled with snap- shots ofthe school and ofthe pupils and teachers. Some of the pictures showed plainly that the school was not yet completed. The old stadium wasn't finished, was it? cried Ruth. How strange! No, neither the stadium nor the gymnasium was completed that first year, said Aunt Louise. Ruth smiled at the quaint dresses of the girls who smiled back at her from the yellow pages. Next came the class autographs written so 'many long years before. The writing was faded but the scribblings of those light hearted school mates were still legible. The autographs of the class officers came first, and Ruth read them aloud. l137l

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Mr, Lyon was the first principal of East High. You have seen his picture in the office, have you not? asked Aunt Louise. There were the autographs of the teachers and then came the pages, which were filled with invitations and nlernentoes of important events of school life. On one page was a large yellow tag with the words, Tag day. Aunt Louise explained the meaning of the tag. HOne week was set aside as tBetter Speech YVeek', she said. Teachers and pupils alike wore these yellow tags on one day of this week and even the school dog wore one on his collar. On another page was a large black tag with an A in orange. Underneath were scribbled a few words, stating that these tags had been worn at the first A grade dance at East High. On the the opposite page was a blue tag with BA on it. This, from the inscription, had been worn at the reception given by the B's to the A's on March fourth, nineteen twenty. The next group of pages was devoted to descriptions of debates given by the debating club, and a brief account of the first play that the dramatic club had given in the auditorium under the guidance of Miss Aldrich, the elocution teacher. On the last pages were the accounts of interesting addresses given in the school auditorium. Many distinguished men and women talked to us in that dear old audi- torium,'l said Aunt Louise. 'fThe school was so big and new and wonderful that visitors came from far and wide to see it. Ruth laid aside the memory book and picked up a long black one. This is your annual, isn't it, Auntie? she exclaimed. Yes, that is a copy of the first annual issued by East High School, answered her Aunt. The annual was very like the annuals of Ruth's time and she ran quickly through it. Then Aunt Louise took a photograph from the leather case. It was a picture of herself in her graduating gown. Ruth was delighted with the dainty photograph of that girl of the first graduating class of her own beloved school. Aunt Louise gave her a small white box. Ruth opened it and found a class ring exactly like the one which she was wearing, except that the one in the box was inscribed with the date nineteen and twenty, while the one on her finger bore the date nineteen and seventy. Your rings were just like ours, weren't they, Aunt Louise? asked Ruth. No, dear, replied Aunt Louise, yours are just like ours. Ruth laughed and gathering' up her books retired into the house. But Aunt Louise still sat there among those precious treasures, wandering back along those paths of yesterday, in that other springtime, when she, like Ruth, was preparing for her graduation. ALBERTA MAGUIRE, '20, , N391