Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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THE IXTH GRADE A TRIP TO WLW The Fifth and Sixth Grades took a field trip to the WLW plant and studios. It was quite interesting to see how the radios were made. It would be rather difficult to explain how the radios were madeg so I will just tell you about the main things. The radios were put on a table which moved along slowly. The women who put it together, put in their respective pieces and then put the radio back on the table so it could go on to other women who had more parts to fit in. After going through the factory we went on to see how broadcasting is done. We saw the uHot Stovei' program. It was a Hill Billyl' program. Then we saw them broadcast uMid Streamf, which is a serial story. We enjoyed WLW very much. DOROTHY MEYER, Sixth Grade I 46 I

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HONORABLE MENTION f P 'i'-1 l ug A s l -L- -u-age l , A 30 H Q fa 5 'IE-H ggi . ...... 1 5 v 'WHS' . ,, rw .5 U' R W ,- ,gd 'k THE ROBIN Cheer up! Cheer upln said the robin one dayg My lady, are you going my way?'7 Said the robin in a sweet little sound Cheer up! Cheer up! You look so pretty this morningf, The little lady looked up at the bird. Of course she could not understand a word. But she listened to him with greatest glee, That sweet little bird up in the tree. BARBARA GRAF, Fifth Grade 'A' A MYSTERY As I was looking out the window, ' A little bird sat near. He looked like a poor little widower, Who had flown far, far, through the air Maybe from the south pole, Or maybe from the north, I couldn't think where, l thought, thought, thought. PEGGY WVULSIN. Fifth Grade l45l

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IHI IIIII IH IIII III THAT WAS WILLIE One bright day I decided to go and visit a neighbor. Unfortunately, this person was the mother of a gay, playboy chap by the name of Willie Green about whom I had been hearing unpleasant gossip. I had never seen this boy and I did not believe all the things I had heard about him, but anyway I went prepared for anything. , ' strangely as-if a-eyel-enc ' through and then somebody had tried to push things together. I didnit mention the fact to Mrs. Green who. at the precise moment of observation. entered the room. As you have probably never made the acquaintance of Mrs. Green, I shall take time to tell you something about her. She is a tall, gaunt woman who always has the look of sleepless nights in her face. QI suspect Willie of being the cause of this.I I had been told that she was a widow. She and XVillie and Willieis sister Peggy had come to our town about five years before. As Mrs. Green entered the room, she greeted me wearily: MGood afternoon, Mrs. Tapley. Won't you sit down and chat with me for a short time?I' MThank you very much. I just dropped in to see how you were getting alongf, said I, honestly hoping I wouldnit have to stay long. I had come only to find out, if possible, whether the gossip about Willie was true. I also wished I could see him. 4'What have you been doing with yourself lately?', said Mrs. Green, awkwardly trying to start a conversation. 'IWell, this morning when I went to market, I met Mrs. Canniff, who told me a strange story which took place in this very housef' Such was our conversation for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. Suddenly the front door crashed open and in flounced a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years of age. His hair was most untidy and he was the playboy type. He was extremely handsome, and didnlt look a bit like Mrs. Green. Before I could get a word in to ask who he was, he burst out in a stream of questions: uMom, can I borrow the car and, say, Mother, is it okay if I stay out late tonight? Please can I, Mom? And, say, Pegs wants me to drive her to Shelby and, please have my dress suit ready for tonight. Then without giving Mrs. Green a chance to say anything he raced upstairs. Then from overhea-d issued loud bangings and rattles. Then thump, thump and a door banged. Silence followed for a minute or two and then Willie came hurrying in, in completely new attire. He gave his mother a quick kiss and without another word dashed out, slamming the door on his way. At last complete and utter silence reigned. Now before you, you see the worries of a mother of a son of fifteen or sixteen. I had never before believed a mother had such troubles. For the next few minutes neither of us spoke. Finally, I asked Mrs. Green, who looked wearier than ever, if the boy was Willie. Sinking back in her chair, with a sigh she murmured: Yes, that was Willie . . . OLIVIA RAMSEY, Seventh Grade R411