Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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L Milestone Intermediate Prose - Honorable Mention THE FACULTY AND BLUE NEWCOMB AND VOLLEYBALL GAME We have had many exciting events this year, and the one that I thought the best was when the faculty played the 'iBlues in Newcomb and Volleyball. When .it was almost time for the game to begin, all the teachers began to giggle nervously. One thing that amused me very much was that Mrs. Hall had on Clover Brodhead's gym shoes, Then all of a sudden Miss Carey announced that a great athlete had come to play for the faculty. For a few minutes the girls were in suspense and stretched their necks to see who it was, when all of a sudden in bounced Miss Kemper. The clothes she wore were so funny that all the girls laughed until they were red in the face. She had on a sailor shirt that was much too big for her, a blue sailor tie, some white shoes. black stockings, and an old fashioned pair of gym pantaloons, At first the teachers tried to play Volleyball, and because of their superb skill, they were badly beaten. Then Miss Carey suggested playing Newcomb, to which they all agreed at once. They were better at Newcomb than they were at Volleyball and so, when the bell rang, the score was lO to l5. We all had fun teasing them for days after, and I doubt that they will ever play Newcomb and Volleyball again of their own free will. NANCY V1NsoNHALER, Fifth Grade Intermediate Poetry -4 First Prize BAMBI Lightly leaping through the woods Under the arching trees, nf g y Scampers the little fawn, L' Into the grass up to his knees. E L There stands his father, tall and proud. ,, 5 Staring at the startled fawn. ff W He was there but now he's gone, The fawn sees something jump across his path, Then loudly sounding there comes a splash. lt's a frog in a pond who is taking ct bath, The fawn next sees something odd to him. A rabbit who's eating some clover for Uim, Now do you know who the fawn could be? Why ofcourse you know: lt's Bambi. BETSY DILL, '52 page 67

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Milestone Intermediate Prose - First Prize THE OLD ERINGED QUILT Through all the years of my life, one particular thing has always seemed to linger in my mind. This particular thing happened in my childhood. When I was about eight years old, I used to watch my dear old grandmother do her beautiful sewing or other handiwork. But the thing that attracted me most was a beautiful wine-colored fringed quilt that Granny would work on hour after hour. It was a large quilt, so it took a very long time to make. Every day she would get a little further, and every day the quilt would become more beautiful. It seemed that her whole ambition in her last years of life was to finish this quilt. I can still remember the last day when Granny had only nine more inches to go. And I can remember even more clearly when I went to bed that night knowing that in the morning the quilt would be Hnished. The next morning it was actually finished. But then, another thing troubled me. Whom or what was the quilt for? I had never asked. I had never tried to guess, Later that morning I went over to my grand- mother, who, I could see through her old, wrinkled face, was very happy, and asked her for what purpose she had made this quilt. She told me, to my surprise, that she had made it for her own pleasure, but since I liked it so well, she would give it to me, I was, of course, surprised and very happy: and, from that day on, the Qld Eringed Quilt has been my most prized possession. Every night when I go to bed and pull the thick, woolly, quilt over my shoulders, I think of my dear old grandmother, making what I called the i'Q1d Fringed Quilt . ALINE ANDRAUDY ,51 Intermediate Prose - Second Prize I AM AN AMERICAN I am glad I live in America, because here we have a Democratic Government, and freedom. We have no war in this country. even though we have just won one of the hardest battles of History. Here in America we are not starving. We have homes, many untouched by war, We have clothing, loving parents, and many other lovely things. and best of all we are, or at least should be, happy, Happiness and love are the greatest of all things. In America we have the living things, the trees, the birds, the animals, and the water and sky, to be thankful for. OhT that doesn't count, you say, Everybody has those things! Yes, everybody has them, but not everyone can appreciate them. In Europe and Japan, the people can only think about the ruins that were once their homes, their hunger and thirst, the freedom that they do not have, and their bad luck, Very few people realize all they have. Be thankful that you can live in America and enjoy these comforts and learn to appreciate them. Be thankful that you are an American. SHERRY HEssLER, '52 page 66

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Milestone il' 4 Q 5 p- 1 LIKE MY SLEEPY DOLL This is about a tiny, little girl Who doesn't get into a great big Whirl When asked which of her toys she Likes the very best. I like my sleepy-doll, she answers IfVith a smile. II like my sleepy-doll, eyes gleaming All the while. 'I like my sleepy-doll with the closed Up eyes, Not the doll that when wounded up, cries I QI farm .:,..N ft Iflglu I -Qs: i ' ' h 'ix ww I like my sleepy-doll with the curly Grin, Not the soldier what is made 0' tin. I like my sleepy-doll, so cuddly and Warm, Not even my baby-doll with the lostea' Arm, I like my sleepy-doll whose fur's made O' blue. Oh, how I like my sleepy-doll! Don't you? JEAN ZEIGLER, '51 Intermediate Poetry - Second Prize WINTER IN THE COUNTRY Spacious waves Of billowing white As far as the eye can see, Whose purity is broken Here and there By man or tree. But life is In the minority: It is winter and snow That reign. And there is no sound Over the quiet earthg All is simple, And white, And plain. JILL CHAPMAN, '50 page 68