Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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111 I IL I? I3 1' CJ IV' I? His sweetheart, daughter of the mayor, Consoled him, and said, Dear, Go find another pad and again Sail and make crowds cheer. He wed the daughter of the mayor, They were happy, he had fame, And crowds still gathered 'round the pond For Johnny sailed again! Haven jones 8th Grade HONORABLE MENTION MY SCHOOL I like my school, I like the colors true And my friends I make anew. I like the teachers, I like the books, But best of all I like the cooks. Patsy Geiger 6th Grade HIGH SCHOOL PRIZE ESSAY THE GENTLE WOMAN IN BLACK CII I lived in a totally new world-a world which I will never forget-peopled by gentle women in black. During one chaotic year of the war, when every one was making adjustments, my sister and I went to the convent to live and to go to school. The nuns moved about in a quiet, selfless, unobtrusive manner, and yet they were the main characters of this small drama of humanity. The scampering and noisy children are vague and indistinct in my memory Hlled with the many differences of these little women, who looked so much alike, because of their black habits and white caps, and still were so individual and different-the way they moved, how they used their hands, how they flipped their flowing veils, how they lifted their heads or quickly turned to face you, looking out from their little stiff headdresses. CII remember: Mother O'Shaunessey, the little portress, with wrinkled, kindly, untroubled face and friendly blue eyes, who opened the door of the sheltered community to all the variations of the outside world,-tradesmen, messengers, callers, never astonished, never affected by anything. QfNext, is Reverend Mother Lloyd, short substantial, modest and unasf suming, the matriarch by right of position of the whole community, directing and advising everyone in all matters, not looking at all such an important person but somehow making everyone conscious of her strength and wisdom and goodness. , CI Mother Bouche, on warm, sunny afternoons, escaping from the noise and chatter of a children's world to her garden where she dug and planted, and page 52

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17 IMI I I. I? 53 1' CD IV 12 INTERMEDIATE PRIZE POEM D A W N The sun is red in the sky before me And behind is the black of the sea, And the rushes are wet with dew As they brush against my knee. Soft in the treetops the voices of birds Are ushering in the dawn, Bidding the lingering shadows of night Be on their way and gone. Dawn follows night as surely As the tides roll in from the seag So peace must come to weary worlds That struggle to be free. Sandra Hauck 8th Grade 9, SECOND PRIZE THE FROG A frog sat on a lily pad, And croaking merrily, He sailed the pad around the pond, just as fast as could be! The bull frogs croaked in envy, The lady frogs all swooned, Johnny Frog became the talk of the pond 4On that Spring afternoon! He sailed and splashed around the pond With such alrming speed, The frog Chamber of Commerce charged admission To see this wondrous deed! johnny was a hero. Johnny was a knight, For just to stand and watch him go Was quite a memorable sight! But one day as he sailed around, His paddalas, alack, Split open, zip! and Johnny fell Into the pond ker smack! The crowd all laughed. The crowd all booed. Poor Johnny was disgraced, He hid among the rushes, 'to cry and hide his face! page 51

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III 1' Z. 1? E3 1' CD PY 1? destroyed bugs and insects with all the determination of her European an' cestors, looking like a French peasant in her skirts gathered up into a bustle over her ample hips, Clf And after supper in the twilight, walking with Mother LeRoi, the Mother of Discipline, along the curved drive banked by green lawns, her habit flutterf ing in the breeze behind her slim form, and I walking a little before her so that I could see her smooth lovely cameoflike face, framed by her stiff white cap, as she lifted her head toward the setting sun with all the grace of a lady. llfAlso, Mother Elannigan, with her slightly mischievous buoyancy and vivaciousness, her teeth like pearls, her merry laughing eyes, and her quick comprehension, swiftly understanding and ready with a joking reply, moving swiftly and smoothly, flushing red and just as suddenly blanching, serious and gay, as mercurial as an April day. If Mother Alcott, tiny and active, a lover of sports, who somehow managed to play a good game of hockey or tennis in spite of the continual entanglef ment she managed to get into with her ample garments and beads and swirling streaming skirts. llfThe industrious and busy little nuns, who prepared the food, served, wound clocks, cleaned, carried great bundles of clothes, opened and closed windows, and did the many tasks of their community. But most of all, I remember the nuns after performing such sweet acts of devotion as putting flowers before the statues or lighting the candles, return to their devotional wall and sit with bowed heads and busy fingers in their own little niche and also, how touching the picture of them as they knelt before the alter like so many loveable birds, expectant, the candlelight glimmering on their upf turned faces, glowing with such sweet ecstacy and simplicity, and then bowing their bonneted heads in gentle pious humility. Yes, I was in a strange new place that left me with memories so different from the hurried world in which we live, that I will never quite outlive that quiet secure year when I lived in the convent with the gentle women in black. jane McIntyre 10th Grade SECOND PRIZE THE RACES Clf The Racesn to some means the slim Whirlaway, Byrne's closing the tracks, the mutuals, to others it means a box in the shade, a new suit for the Derby, and club house drinks, and to others it means the county fairs with a band, a broiling sun, and the Grand Circuit Standardbreds. The County fairs with their longfwinded politicians, their flags, and steaming stable swipes are the proving grounds of the greatest trotters and pacers of this country. In these halffmile tracks surrounded by merryfgofrounds, hot dog stands with smelly fried fish, harvest exhibits of tomatoes, corn, peppers, the future Greyhounds, Rosalinds, Lee Axworthies, the future Hambletonian winners learn to keep their gaits, to ignore the crowd, to tear when screaming 'LGofofo hits the air. lIfWhat is more awefinspiring than that moment before the parade to the post when Smitty's band strikes up the national anthem and drivers remove page 53