Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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MIYLESTONE daughter to drive instead of taking her down to the Automobile Club. 'LWhy waste twenty dollars, he said, when l can teach my daughter just as well? ' Cf Sister has gotten her wish for on the next bright Sunday father and sister start off in the grey Packard without a scratch. Once upon the country highway, sister takes the car. CShe had only steered on the way out, while father controlled gas, etc.J The car starts with a lurch, almost goes off the road, and father, poor father, will grey before his time. 'Thank God, mother isn't in the car, was all he said. After the first shock, all was well and the beautiful grey car was returned to the garage, unscratched. Cf The next Sunday sister was sent to the garage for the car. Her only com' ment when the family, after a loud crash, found the bumper stuck in the garage door was that, It looks so easy when father does it. If Many more Sunday drives brought good results and father said that maybe he wouldn't grey before his time. The family also no longer hear loud crashes when sister leaves the house, the beautiful grey Packard is also still without a scratch. Soon fathers worries will begin again as brother is now 15. This time, however, I believe father will say fooey to Mr. Brown and the Auto' mobile Club will receive twenty dollars. P.S.-This theme takes place during prefwar. Betsey Wulsin 9th Grade THE FATE OF THE TINY CARVED MAIDEN ClfOn the tiny granite island of Bornholm in the southern end of the Baltic Sea, the chief occupation a century ago was fishing, and the islands best fishing boat was the venerable twofmasted schooner Matilda, which had weathered many a storm under the fond guidance of her captain, Knute Jansen. CfOn this particular day in early August the weather was ideal for fishing, the sun shining bright and warm and not even so much as a breeze to disturb the deep blue waters of the Baltic. In her berth in the broad harbor, the Matilda was being made ready with great care for an expedition to sea by her crew under the directions of her captain. Shortly all preparations were finished, and the schooner sailed lazily out to the open sea. After reaching an advantageous spot, the captain ordered the great anchor to be lowered, and the crew settled down for an uneventful day of hshing. llfAs she rocked quietly back and forth, her sails sparkling white in the sun, Captain Jansen surveyed his ship with pride from the lattermost tip of the mainmast to the forward tip of the bowsprit with its weatherfbeaten carved figurine. This tiny image portrayed a young girl with sleek black hair, who wore a ruffled ankleflength dress and a scarf loosely knotted around her neck, and held a brightly printed kerchief in her hand. This ancient Hgurehead was the only woman that hard old Captain Jansen had ever entirely given his heart to. Cf The lashing was good and the men, intent upon their lines, failed to notice the darkness quickly shadowing the sun until a flash of lightning followed by an earsplitting peal of thunder brought them to quick attention. The small vessel began to tremble wildly on the crest of the giant waves as her crew furiously began bailing out the flooded boat. The mainsail was lowered, page 68

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111 I' I. I? fi 1' CD DI 1? its only worthwhile possession being a muchfplayed piano or an expensive violin, On the floor would be sheets of music, and stacks of symphony albums. You see a hard life for him but in the end, success and recognition. Watching his rapt attention in the music, you turn guiltily away, wondering why it is you just can t seem to concentrate on the music. GfYou are succeeding fairly well when suddenly you feel a poke on your shoulder and turning suddenly, you see a chubby child's hand draw back in confusion. 'LThere now, johnnyf' a voice behind you whispers, HI told you not to be so restless. The voice lowers and you no longer can hear the fascinating conversation. However, you can visualize a young annoyed mother who is trying so hard to listen to the symphony but who spends all of her time trying to quiet johnny, who is tired and wants to go home, or who wishes he had gone to that western movie with his friend. At any rate, he probably has a stomachfache from eating too much cake at lunch, and his Sunday suit is very hot and tight. You can also see the beads of perspiration on the pretty mother's face and the look of annoyance and embarrassment that crosses it. Ch, well, you were young once yourself. If Now giving up entirely the idea of listening, you look idly around, looking for other interesting people. just as your attention turns towards a dis' tinguished looking man in the third box, the music rises to a crashing finale and breathless end. You are startled from your character observation by its suddeness, and a few seconds later, a thundering applause resounds to the roof and an endless stream of people are pouring into the aisles. llfYes, the mother has already reached the exit, Johnny safe in her grasp, a look of intense relief showing on his freckled, elfin face. The young student has finally come out of his trance and with a sigh, has put on his thin gray overcoat. The elderly lady is sitting patiently in her seat, chatting with a few of her friends nearby, waiting for a chance to limp out to the street into her black, shining car waiting at the door. GCWith a smile you realize that you haven't enjoyed a symphony so much in years. It certainly takes all kinds of people to make up the world. Arm Vail 11th Grade LEARNING TO DRIVE Clf At about the age of 16, most boys and girls wish to learn to drive, that is, if they do not know how already. This theme, though, is about the typical American boy or girl learning to drive. When the boy or girl wishes to put the question of learning to drive before his or her father, she Clet us call our pupil a shel must do so with great tact, as she well knows how father loves to show off the two year old Packard which has no dents in the fender or green paint off the garage door on its beautiful grey Hnish. Well, sister has finally thought of the approach: She will tell father that Mr. Brown Cher father's worst enemy whom he will never be outdone byj has let Mary take driving lessons and that Mr. Brown is very cocky because Mary is the Hrst one in the junior Class who can drive. That statement, of course, swells pride in fatheras heart and he refuses to be outdone by Mr. Brown. As a matter of fact, he says he will do better than his enemy, he will teach his Q.. 5,4 page 67

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IMI I IL Z? fi 1' C7 IV li the foresail reefed, but still the helpless vessel was rocked uncontrollably by wind and rain. The captain shouted incoherent orders to his men, deafened by the roar of the wind and the beat of the rain. flf After neverfending hours of frustrated attempts to keep the ship empty of water interspersed with hopeless prayers for deliverance from the storm, a final thunderous crash brought the foremast violently down upon the end of the bowsprit, severing it with its carved maiden from the doomed ship. Pk Pk ik GIA small boy, accompanied by his aged grandfather, is walking along the rugged shore of the tiny island of Bornholm in the southern end of the Baltic Sea. Suddenly the child stoops down, and, with a pleased cry, points to a piece of wood floating on the rippling waters a few feet out to sea. He quickly wades out and tows in his find, a tiny carved maiden whose sleek black hair, ankleflength dress, loose scarf, and faded kerchief caused the old man to gaze in melancholy surprise. He then speaks to his grandson in a low, farfaway tone: Your little figurine reminds me of another one so very like it I am tempted to believe it is the original. GK I'In my youth I used to watch the ships going in and out of the harbor and my favorite one was the Matilda, a twofmasted schooner. I remember to this day the heartbreak I experienced when the Matilda set sail one day and never returned. It was the day of the great storm when so many ships went under these very waters never to be seen again by human eyes . . . Yes-this little maiden looks very much like the Matilda's figurehead . . . I wonder . . . Ellen Tangeman 9th Grade LIGHT AND SHADOW if The small stuffy room which served doubly as a gymnasium and an audi' torium was in readiness for the evening's auspicious event. Filled with the mingled odors of rubber gym shoes and the red linament which is such comfort to aspiring young athletes who attempt to master the horizontal bars, it seemed very much more like a gym than a fitting hall to receive the great efforts of artistically inclined students. Although it was especially decorated with two rubber plants placed on each side of the narrow stage, the tumbling mats, exercise bars, and wooden horses which had been pushed back in the far corners, still dominated the scene. In the center sections, row upon row of wooden chairs, looking stubbornly and uncompromising upon the meagre wants of the human body, ranged back from the stage. These same chairs would soon hold the mothers and fathers, eager to marvel at their own child' ren's precocious abilities, and the little brothers and sisters, who were as yet too young to appreciate the excelling beauty of Willy's boy soprano voice or the tone artistry in Janet's rendition on the clarinet of Glow, Little Glow Worm, Glimmer, Glimmerf' GC But Elsie and Carl saw it, as they stood at the back of the room, as a miracuf lous enchanted land, Hlled with the Oriental splendor of a page from the Arabian Nights. The mingled odors came as heady perfumes to dull their senses and the stage with its potted rubber plants acquired all of the mystic beauty of an Indian prince's luxurious palace. Even the exercise bars and the page 69