Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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HIGH SCHOOL PRIZE DRAWING r--ex JD x M lwARY LOUISE HACKSTIQDDE The Willow Tree The wind hlew through the willow The lJ1'21l1Cl1CS thin and frail Seemed to sway like a ship at sea Caught in an angry gale. L. H. treeg DOROTHY Ko1a111.rgR, 1940 I7Tl Wijfone, 193 Q

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Wiidone, f93 9 A Map of Michigan Take me back this dreary Winter To a land of summer magic Michigan, a land of sunshine Land of happy childhood memories, Lakes of deep blue sparkling water Shining in the summer sunshine, Rippling in the summer moonlight, Leelanau, the land of legends Some remembered, some forgotten. Sleeping Bear, forever waiting Waiting for her little bear cubs Islands now forever sleeping. Manitou, seen in the distance, Wrapped in fog or bright in sunshine. Traverse, now a busy city, Once an Indian trading village Scene of raids and Indian Warfare, Once a Wilderness, but now- Iiailroads, airplanes, busy traflic. RUTH OBERHELMAN, 1939 A Johnny Appleseed Orchard Bright among my childhood memories As I dream of days gone by, Is a Wild, abandoned orchard Beneath an azure April sky. Like pink clouds, the apple blossoms Stretch before my eager eyes. Mine alone this fairy garden! Mine alone, this paradise! None to claim the rambling orchard Freely can I pluck its bloom. With what joy I hold the blossoms, But their beauty fades too soon. Walled in by a city's buildings, Drawn into its mad stampede, For that beautiful remembrance, Thank you, Johnny Appleseed. PATRICIA CANNING, 1940 I76l

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Monhegan Island The waves beat on the rocky shore, The screaming gulls above them soar. The houses of the people there Are gray and worn from salty air And from fierce storms that winters send To whirl and blow for days on end. You walk through woods on needled trails Shut off from wind and spume and gales, But ever, cross the wood bee's hum The boom breaks, of the ocean's drum. At last the forest breaks, you stand Overwhelmed by sight of the land Forming a cliff of greatest height Rugged and steepg below with might The ocean rages, frothing with foam, Attacking fiercely the sandy loam. The tides come in, the tides go out, Leaving rocks worn smooth, kelp in their route. Each wave attempts to further it's mark, Slithering, sliding, it leaves the rocks dark. After leavipg the Island the memory remains, Of Monhegan's great cliff and the ocean,s broad plains. LEE AVERY, 1941 Wiifone, 193 9 I 78 l