Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Al 1' L, 1? ,S 7' CD IV li HGNORABLE MENTION THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES GfHe was walking down the street, quite happy and contented with his life, casually noticing the hrst fallen leaves of autumn. Clear eyed, suntanned and in fine physical condition after a summer of strenuous outdoor life, he looked very handsome in his navy blues, and his home town looked very interesting after his absence of three months. Cocking his hat at a rakish angle, he paused momentarily to survey critically two young ladies who were passing by on the opposite side of the street. Gf Not bad! he murmured casually, for girls. GC Women had never meant much in his life and he still considered them evil forces attempting to domesticate the male and curb his enjoyment of the finer things. His life had never been cluttered up with such bothersome items as love and romance and he didn't plan to look into these subjects for quite some time, possibly never. ClfBy this time his aimless wanderings had brought him to the large white house where Bill lived. Bill was one of his best friends, and he was just about to ring the door bell when the disturbing sound of feminine giggles reached his ears. At this point he would definitely have favored a strategic retreat had not Bill already spotted him. Clf Say, come on in, Tim ,he shouted from the porch. uI've got some one I'd like you to meet. fISensing from Bill's delicate phrasing that the some one was a woman, he decided to march in belligerently and leave almost immediately. The bonds of friendship did not include helping Bill out of an encounter with the weaker sex. GQ As he reached the porch, he noticed that Bill somehow seemed exceedingly gay for a man who was doomed to an afternoon with girls. However, he dismissed the problem and listened as he was introduced to the company. Gf Say Tim, you know Janie, he said as he pointed to a girl on the swing, and this is Ruthie Parker, Janieis guest. GfRuthie smiled a greeting and extended a small brown hand. It felt warm and soft in his and he noticed, rather amazed at himself, that her eyes were as blue as the sea with a bold sun flecking it with gold. CI For some reason he chose a seat near her and thought that he should stay, for a little while at least. After all, Bill was one of his closest friends. llfHowever, it was more than friendship that kept him there all afternoon, talking to her eagerly, listening happily to her gay, bubbling laugh. Finally she rose to leave and his heart sank. lf she had been some famous football star, he could have defined his emotions, but never before had he been sorry to see a girl leave. He felt that he must see her again, as soon as possible and so, before he could reason with himself, he had asked her to the dance at the country club that night and he found that he was even anticipating the event with delicious pleasure. Cf That night he came into the living room of his home, looking radiant and dazed, hardly stopping to mumble a pleased yes to his mothers queries page 60

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MILESTONE GQ On the outskirts of town Cy, my buddy, stopped, looked at me, and then broke into a gale of laughter. Grinning sheepishly, he confessed that the first thing he wanted in this village was a homefmade cookie. For the first time I realized that maybe Cy was human too, and,not wanting to betray my own wants, I let myself be reluctantly ushered into the nearest bake shop where we found the oldest little lady I have ever seen. She must have been ninety years old and was dressed in the quaintest costume. CII She bon joured us and we timidly returned her greeting and stood looking at her meager stock like little boys with only a nickel to spend. I felt as if I no longer were in a fighting world but suddenly had been drawn into a quiet, peaceful world exemplified by this gentle, tiny woman with her flowing dress. CI She took Cy and me by the hand and led us in an old fashioned kitchen where we were seated and provided with a plate of warm cookies and a pitcher of milk. We found that the little lady knew some English and with my French and her English we managed to tell each other most of our background. She had four sons and three grandsons who had fought for her country and I told her about my sisters and mother and father. CI About two hours later we realized that we had better move on or else be punished Army style. Granny walked to the door with us and as we stood unhappy to leave she reached up and pulled our heads down near hers and said, reaching for words, Young men . . . your country is strong and mine is weak . , . thank you for hghting . . . and dying . . . for little people like . . . me and my brothers. Thank you. CI Then she kissed us each on the cheek and bade us goodbye. Cy and I were silent as we walked back to camp and I was wondering if now maybe home seemed a little less distant to Cy too, because I knew we knew one of the things we were lighting for. Caroline Stanley ,, 9th Grade ,5:,j.',,', I ,-'15- ' 1'- vi' I . 'C V f '1 O ' 5 'i X ff Fl 1:3763 ' ' I I page 59

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III' I ll li 55 1' CJ IV 1? about the dance that evening and if he had enjoyed it. Finally, however, he regained his speech just long enough to burst out with Gosh Mom, do you know Ruthie Csighj? Well, I asked her to marry me and, and she accepted In If After he had left the room, his mother turned to her husband and smiled rather wistfully. Cf Well, I guess our little boy is really growing up, Tom. Only twelve and he's fallen in love. Lila Gantt 12th Grade HIGH SCHOOL POETRY CREDIT TO PARADISE The golden blood of the sun Floods down in splendid abandong And what is full of dread Dreams within the heart-for look, We expect most from what we fear. Even this sun, which spreads its glorious Image on our lives, is only caught Again by the great frozen hand Which tossed it forth. For think, Wouldn't it be more a sun If just once it could elude Him? If just once It missed the relentless Hngers? The great can be little. The fun of being God would be In being nothingg To really live, we should be dead too. Isn't all our dread a dread of being just here? Of being only this? Of having no other thing to become? Of having nowhere to go really But where we are? What power has the sun If it must remain the sun? We are afraid that one day the hand Will not catch us when we comeg That the remorseless fingers will not close over us. And I think that is our strongest will- The reason all our dreams of paradise Are dreams of an unlimited disorder In a lawless anonymity. Q37 U Virginia Otterbein xc I. ,.--figk,-fit. 10th Grade xg A' N, , R Ng' X S' page 61