Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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HONORABLE MENTION 'ml'5iQt ifffx i 'Lf ' f 8 X l ji ' 1 x 11' NX 'M , . Mutilf lil ,W V lm ' I 6 X 'lglml 39 JOAN B. SULLIVAN The Eagle in the Valley llve come Lloisn from my hill and settled below it, And now ani I mindful of all I have quit. For the men l've encountered are those of the lowlands, No blood of free Hillmen iloes run in their veins. Sueh men are the H6Clg6SlJi1l'I'0XN'S, lmretl in the valleys, My clan are the Eagles, alone on their erags. XX7llCl1 fogs nml net mists mliminish uncl scatter, Vague outlines of hills l van barely iliseern. But comfort it brings me, this ln'iel glimpse ol' highlanirls, For do they not wait the return of their own if LYox BADHANI. 1912 WZLJww,fQ3Q l TTS I

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r , The Joseph Conrad Sailing Ship Oh Bird of seven seas, Spread your great white Wings of canvas, Lift your shackles from the deepg Boreas bend the mast to Water, As to the land of prosperity you fly. LUCY GRAYDON, 19f1+.l Grand Central Station Vast roaring dynamo of constant motion, Humming with a never ceasing clamor, An endless, powerful stream of screeching noise, A cross-roads of a million private lives. BARBARA FEID, 1940 Near the Gulf Shore The Wings of a solitary gull glistening whitely against the Hame of morn- ing dawng The dull sheen of the approaching tide moving gently against the scarred sides of a tramp steamerg A stationary fisherman breathing patience Watches dawn emerge from the depths of tangled foliage. The full breeze Whips the dancing Waves on to the flattened beige beachg Azure sky meets sparkling deep Water, a thin line of horizon the only divisiong A group of white-necked ducks drift over the Waves Without motion toward a far off shore. Will the lonesome tramp steamer, still between water and sky, y Return to such great solitude and peace? CYNTHIA AULT, 1939 Whose, 1 93 Q l 72 l

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They Stole Cucumbers 4'The essay has to be on the early life in our cityf' Jane Douglass told Deborah White. The Sun is sponsoring the contest, and, just think! The prize is twenty-five dollars! Well, of course, I wouldnit need the money, said Deborah, abut I think I'll enter the contest anyway. My Father's ancestors were very prominent in the early life around here. I,m sure a story of how Isaac White helped progress in our town in 1787 would win the prize. I should think that the judges would choose an essay which was written by someone descended from the best pioneers. As Deborah finished talking, Mary Hayes came into the schoolroom where the girls were chatting after lunch. ul heard you say something about the contestf, Mary said. HI'm going to enter, and l'll just have to win. 'GI don't see why you should, rather than someone else-me, for instance. I'm going to enter too. My essay7s going to be on one of my ancestors. That surely ought to bring the prizef' Deborah was not particularly fond of Mary. Mary was pleasant and quiet, and her popularity annoyed the snob- bish Deborah. uBobby has been sick again, Mary said to Jane. She had learned to be pleasantly unconscious of Deborah. 'LI-Ie has to go away for two weeks in the country. It costs an awful lot, and if I won the prize, it would help a great dealf, uWho,s Bobby?7' snapped Deborah. HWhoever he is, he's not going to stop me from winning that prize. Her determination to win the prize had grown stronger since she had found that Mary wanted to win also. L'Bobby is Mary,s brother, said Jane. She turned to Mary. Nllm awfully sorry about Bobby, she said. MI hope he'll be well soonf' wI'hanks, Jane, Mary said. Ulf he gets to the country, he will get well in a few weeks. ltis going to be awfully hard, though, to get the money for it.'7 MI guess you have a better chance than a lot of girlsf, Jane said. uYou get such perfectly grand grades in English? HI donit see that English grades have a thing to do with itf' Deborah said haughtily. What can you write on, anyway, Mary? Your family didn't do anything famous? W mane, 193 Q IMI