Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Evening Melody A rose-golden sun Sings aloha to the fire-flamed earth While deep green leaves Sway to the evening lullaby. Birds chirp drowsily As evening settles its dusky feathers And prepares to lull the weary earth Into sleep with an enchanting song. The dying embers of sunset Throw forth a final mellow glow Before yielding to the rich midnight-blue Heralded by a haunting evening melody. JOAN B. SULLIVAN, 1939 HONORABLE MENTION I5O0 Feet Underground Up, up, up, when I had expected to go down, down, down. We were climbing up a mountain on our way to a salt mine. Every few minutes Mother had to stop and rest and, although we didn't admit it, all of us wanted to rest too. We were overjoyed when we caught sight of a little cabin which meant that our journey was over. We were going to see our first Austrian salt mine. First of all we had to don white cotton suits and caps which made us resemble the most modern of garbage-men. Then we were presented with a guide. He was just the kind of dwarf-like man you knew was made to mine salt. He couldn't have been five feet tall and he had a long white beard and a little red nose. Heid been working in that mine for forty years. Imagine! After entering the mine by way of a small door, we walked two miles down a chilly maze of corridors. We were continually turning right or left and how the guide knew his way was a mystery to me. Each of us, Mother, Daddy, Janny, Bill, and I, had a dim lantern with us as there were no lights in the corridors. It was very dark and wet and Bill was W afme, 193 Q l64l

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stopped the car and walked over to watch a tennis match which was in progress. When it was finished one of the young men with whom he had been talking asked him to make a fourth in a mixed doubles match. Introductions were in order and he learned that his charming partner was Miss Judy Campbell. The name meant nothing to him, but the girl meant a great deal. He had never been so captivated. This interest was mutual, for while enjoying a cool drink after winning their match, she invited him to a party she was giving that night. After the dance that night Chris made a sudden decision. This lovely girl couldn't walk into his life, steal his heart, and walk right out again. No, he had to see more of her. Chris seemed to find time from his job to be with Judy every week-end. The summer was slipping by and-Chris had made enough money to start a comfortable home. One night in early fall he asked Judy if she would marry him. The answer was yes, and they set the date for the twenty-seventh of November. 1 A few weeks after the honeymoon, Judy was busily engaged in unpacking a box of her husbandis books when she found and read an old leather-backed diary dating back to the early days of Cincinnati. Recognizing her motheris maiden name, Bertram, she skimmed through the book. She also recog- nized her own married name. Could it be possible that such an amazing coincidence had happened! When Chris returned from work that night she met him at the door and said softly, 4'The feudis over, Chrisf' That night they read the diary together, a little awed at the queer quirks of fate that had brought the two families together again after so many years. JEAN KIRK, 1941 A Leaf Upon A Hill It lay upon a hill one day, Dried and brown and crisp. The wind called softly to it to play, It danced away through the mist. BARBARA FEID, 1940 Yfmlsfone, 193 9 f63l

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having the time of his life splashing ,Ianny and me. Our guide rambled on, telling us the story of the mine. It was 3000 years old and had, through the centuries, furnished salt for miles and miles around. The mine was about 1500 feet under the mountain, and was so large that it took you fourteen days to go through it completely. In a few minutes we came to our first Chute. It was like a slide only it was 250 feet long and you could barely see a tiny speck of light to convince you that there was a bottom to it. We all held on to each other and whizz-we were down. It was just like a roller coaster. It took your breath away and gave you that sinking feeling in your stomach. I simply loved it. I could see why the miners liked the mine. Think of being able to get that exliilerated-feeling anytime you wanted to. We turned the corner then, and arrived at a scene which also took our breath away, but this time it was because of its beauty. We saw an under- ground lake lighted by red and white lights, reflected in the darkest water imaginable. An illuminated barge was waiting to take us on our way. We sang in order to hear our echoes and we dipped our fingers into the liquid salt as we made our fairy journey. A gentle bump and our boat- ride was over. As soon as we were on our feet again the guide turned to us with a grin on his face and announced that we were going to cross the border from Austria to Germany. Think of crossing a border without having to show your passport and getting a new kind of money. It was quite an event, but little did I dream that in a few months there would be no border to cross. At that time, 1937, there was an agreement between Austria and Germany concerning the mine. Austria was allowed to own and operate the salt mine which was only partly on Austrian soil, and Germany was allowed to own all of the lumber on top of the mountain. That way they would both receive what they wanted. From the border we went to the underground rooms. They contained many old miner's implements and some very large salt crystals. In one of them there was a plaque commemorating the time Franz Josef, a former emperor of Austria, had come to visit the mine. According to our guide the temperature of these rooms never varied a degree throughout the year. After about ten minutes, our hilarious sliding and running through corri- dors came to an end. We discovered the little car that was to take us out. It was a simple board fastened on to some wheels. We prepared ourselves Widow., 193 9 l65l