Glenville High School - Olympiad Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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COMPASS, TELESCOPE, and IIA It O M ETE It Among those departments in Glen-ville ranking as the best developed in their particular field of work, is numbered the Science Department, the branches of which, chemistry, physics, physiology, botany, biology, geography and photography, cover to their fullest possible extent the fields of individual experimentation and group discussion, which are considered two of the best means by which to approach a thorough knowledge of any subject. A project which has been successfully attempted by the department as a whole is the editing of a “Science Digest,” containing interesting and humorous items with a background or basis of scientific thought. Page thirteen

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rOIIKS AMI SH.VALS AMI IIKA( (I LllillTS The English Department of Glenville has, it seems, within the last year placed particular emphasis on the literary division of its curriculum with a view toward the cultivation of an appreciation of literature with particular regard to modern literary efforts. Moreover, under the instruction of each English teacher, it has been evident that the pupils of Glenville have been advised how to write with far more facility than formerly, and in some cases creative writers, or at least creative thinkers, have been developed. We say here, “advised how to write,” rather than, “taught how to write,” because the teaching of the student consisted merely in his following and developing individually, the advice given him by the teachers. Too, this year it seems that the English Department has succeeded in accomplishing one of its main objectives, that of making the student realize that English is not a subject to be confined to the English classes alone, but a pursuit that can be carried into all of his class rooms where he will speak more correctly and write more clearly and intelligently with the aid of this background of English grammar and literature. An item which tends to prove that these accomplishments are genuine advancements, is the fact that our school library ranks among the very highest among similar libraries in the number of books in circulation, although Glenville has by no means the large enrollment which would justify this fact. We also have the evidences of The English Club, which sets as its only qualification a high standard of English scholarship; our school paper. The Torch, and its literary supplement which reflects the spirit and the progress of Glenville through the medium of its English Department. Payc twelve

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HE LEX OF TROY The sea breeze is too strong to-night, and I Clad only in a mantle thin that small Protection gives—it flaps and whips around My form. See how across the ruffled bay The village fires gleaming in the night Appear like flames of pygmy furnaces. Unrestful lies the sea; it mutters in Its bed and turns from side to side, As if too full of dreams to lie in peace. I hear its muffled thunder far away, The pebbles grate upon the shore, the sound Of everlasting grinding on the beach. They sleep—each long-grieved lover with his bride, Each father with his family, each son, Each cousin, uncle, friend, returned at last. The festal night is universal in The Grecian world. For me—no love, no sleep, But endless, endless gloom, and sad despair. My heart is rather like that shifting sea— A numbness holds me fast. I cannot weep; I only stand and think and think till dawn Shall send me back again to golden chains. Was I to blame?—for beauty, for the urge To love and be as sweetly loved as well? Too early married to a busy king Whose only thoughts—as were my sire’s—were power, The intricate play of statecraft—not of hearts. Not he for me, nor I for him—a jewel Deemed by him, a prized possession just. And I, for those few hours of love and life, Of sweetness stolen from the leaden days— Oh, fair was he—a prince, a god of men! And loved me, too: ’twas willed so by the Fates. Why could not Menelaus let me be? He did not know the yearning in my heart, Or what it felt. Unfeeling, sodden beast— To let ambition find excuse in pride! Yes, Hector dead, and Priam, too—all dead. Unhappy Helen, left to grieve alone For love, for friends, for honor and for those Who offered up their sacred lives for—him! They hate me now; they spit on me, and curse. And still, I love them all though I must bear In bitter, awkward silence what they say, Unknowing, faithful hearts. He has his will, And I have had my hours of happiness! He cannot take my memory away, Nor take from me those tender kisses sweet Which I shall ever bear close fastened in My heart and doubly pressed upon my lips, My joy, my guiding hope to keep me strong. Page fourteen