Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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HIGH SCHOOL PRIZE POEM The Old Chief Grim-faced and silent, Lone survivor of a mighty race, Bright eyes dimmed hy age, Clever brain clouded hy the while 11131175 fire-water, He sits hefore a cainp-fire, Dreaming, perhaps, of olden days - The buffalo-chase, horses swift and sure, Things done in his youth that are lost to hini forever. Degraded by the white inan, left without a tribe, The Old Chief sits alone, Wliile Death Waits, not far away, To restore his lost honor Wllen he journeys to the Happy Hunting Ground. JOAN B. SULLIVAN, HIGH SCHOOL PRIZE DESIGN Sas. X31 JOAN B. SULLIVAN, 1939 Winona, 1 93 9 I 60 I I939

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boy his age, and he was always a great student. Jack had a great deal of common sense about any matter. lt was very interesting to watch the change in him each summer as his mind and strong character developed. From the time he was very young, he always strongly admired his Grandfather Lincoln. If he found any clipping, or tribute pertaining to Lincoln, he would put it away carefully and treasure it faithfully. ,lack was fifteen years old when his father, Robert, was made Ambassa- dor to England. There was great excitement when they finally left. After the departure, my brother Arthur anxiously awaited the first letter which J ack would write to him from England. This same letter was the first and last letter ever written to Arthur from England, as J ack died very shortly afterward. That falfhe was sent away to school in Versailles, France, where he developed an infection and became very ill. He was then taken to Paris where an operation followed. But it was too late to save him, for blood poisoning set in, resulting in his deathf, If Jack had lived, doubtless with so many of the qualities of the Grand- father whom he revered, Jack might someday have taken an important place in the government. Robert Lincoln, who had been handicapped by his inferiority complex and whose life had been too close to that of his father, did not accomplish the most of which he was capable. But this brilliant, keen-witted boy, who always showed sympathy to all, would have come just at the right time. Had he lived, he would today be about sixty- four years old. This troubled country of ours might have gained another great leader in ,lack Lincoln. DEEDEE ALLEN, 1941 HONORABLE MENTION God Walks By As underneath these trees l lie Some great spirit passes nigh. A sudden quiet fills the air, The leaves are still, as though in prayer, The foolish breezes pause. Instead A soft wind bows each leafy head. Then reverence seems to fill the sky For God is walking by. JANE FAHAN, 1940 mime, 195 9 l59l

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HONORABLE MENTION Feud's End It was in 1787 that a group of people decided that the Ohio Valley offered them a more prosperous future than did their native Pennsylvania. So it was, that William Langford made up his mind that he and his family would leave their home in Red Stone, Pennsylvania, and travel to the settlement of the Miami Country. lt is needless to go into detail of the hardships they encountered on the arduous journey through Indian-infested territory, and through thick forests as yet unpenetrated by White people. Although I can- not he exact as to the time it took this brave little group of sixty persons to traverse the distance from Pennsylvania to Cincinnati, my estimate is somewhere in the neighborhood of five months. Among others that made the trip with William Langford and his family was a Mr. Pennock and his wife and son. This family was probably the closest to the Langfords. Both men being natural leaders, they were rather important in the settling of this new country. But it was not entirely due to the companionship of their fathers that young Abel Pennock and Julia Langford had been inseparable. For these two young people had found something very likeable about each other. They had been together con- stantly during the long journey West, and since their arrival at the Miami region where they were to make their homes out of the wilderness, they were even more together. As time went on and the settlement grew into a small town with a church and a trading post, it became necessary for the people to have a Town Council which would keep law and order in the community. At the time of the election of the Town Council, a Council President was chosen. When Mr. Pennock was elected over Mr. Langford, the rivalry which had come to exist between these two leaders flared into a bitter feud. Although Julia had believed that the outcome of the election could have no effect on her feeling for Abel, she found that her father's defeat rankled, and her mother did not let this chance slip to break up a romance not to her liking. Mrs. Langford had very definite ideas regarding her future son-in-law, and poor Abel did not meet any of the specifications. Her hopes rested on the young minister of the community, the Reverend Calvin Bertram, and, after using all her diplomacy, the situation developed as she desired. Poor Abel was heart-broken for a while, but as time passed, he courted and married an- other girl. The feud between the families did not end so peacefully as had miifone, 193 9 l61l