Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Wiimfone, 193 9 Thanksgiving Cobble! Cobble! do not fear, They are turkeys that you hear. Heads are up, tails are down, But they make a terrible sound. Do not look so perky, You innocent turkey. By and by we will feast, On your good turkey meat. BARBARA CARTER, Sixth Grade Each Morning Ten minutes to eight, Then a walk and a wait, A red light in the distance, I guess I'm not late. I get on the bus, And at first all is calm, Then the scurrying starts ,Iust a few miles beyond. Pretty soon there's a hustle, They step on my toes, And my books start to fall, And the multitude grows. There is room for no more, We are packed like sardines. A word to my neighbor Makes the trip more serene. Iim approaching the end, As I push my way on There's a rush for my seat And I wonder who won. I drag into school, Throw my books just pell-mell And then as I start to rest There goes the bell! DEEDEE ALLEN, 1941 H381

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Dooper Club, has been prevailed upon to stay with us for another month, - mulnbled Miss Howell flooking on Page 421. Q'To thinkv gasped our friend, HI always thought Marjorie was a rather quiet child-but singing in a night club disproves that theoryli' Of course to the class of '39 it was disproved long before this. Thumbing through a few more pages our friends came upon a choice bit of news. Paula Maue, who always was a peppy gal, was now conducting classes in grace and charm for smart girls. It is said that Paula never could stop walking on her toes and you can spot one of her pupils by that peculi- arity of walk. This brand of toe walking known as the MMane Tripi' has become quite popular in the past few years and do we feel low for trying to discourage Paula's youthful habit! s aifnllflength picture of a gorgeous gal, Ruth Ober- helman to her childhood friends. But Ruth had snagged herself a man with a long foreign name and was now the best dressed woman in the universe. a'Ob', also was known for that figure which we used to envy at C.P.S. Of course you know how she kept that figure. Vlfhy, of course, by patronizing Madame Bools Salon fAdv,t.j ln 4'Visitors To Our Happy City was found a note about Barbara Pogue. 4'My, sighed the Teachers, HBarbara certainly did well for herself.-,lust think, happily married and with five beautiful childrenf, Babs cut quite a figure after she left college but finally settled down and is now the epitome of domesticity. In the section distractingly titled HUps and Downsn our friends saw a picture of ,loan Sullivan receiving another prize for winning several firsts in a Horse Show. ln a brief paragraph written by the winner Josie says: HI got my training as a school girlf, and now the teachers know where Josie spent her time instead of coming to school. But no matter- she,s done well for herself. But lol Art, Art, and more Art l I l Ruth Wagner, who had upull-en-tyw of Talent at C.P.S. has just been elected the most talented of American Artists. Ruth had loads of fun following up her life long ambition. Sur- prising as it may seem she too patronizes Madame Boois Salon fadvltj be- cause in the past few years she had put on all that weight we always wished she would. On the past page of our magazine entitled HViews on Educational Mattersn is a paragraph which tells the Teachers about the activities of Harriet Woods. Harr was always a brain trust yiknow and after successfully making her own children brain trusts she has started a tutoring bureau guaranteeing to make dull kiddies brain trusts. If it were anyone but Harr we might doubt it but .... ln fact l think Babs has sent two of her children to the Woods B. T. School and it has worked beautifully. With a thnd the magazine clattered to the floor and the faculty members just looked around in amazement and one was heard to remark- uVVho'd a thunk it!,' WLM., 193 Q f137l

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The School Clock At nine A.M. the school clock sees A group that looks in need of sleep. From then 'til two they sit and yawn, Like caverns of the ocean deep. By half past two the clock sees not The sleepy gaze which watched its face, But in its stead each wide-eyed girl Is ready there to dash apace. PATSY POGUE, 1941 Once Cver Lightly Sanders Maxwell raised his baton, Softly the music began to play Slowly the light faded into oblivion The excited audience became calm Only music was heard Sliding softly along. The curtain rose Indians paraded across the stage To the definite rhythm of the drums They began to chant their song of woe About two lovers. The chorus danced and whirled by, Action swiftly took place The plot became involved. Two lovers were united The excited audience became calm, Only soft music could be heard, Sanders Maxwell lowered his baton. PAULA MAUE, 1939 l 1391 mkafone, I 93 9