Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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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

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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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- g Milestone If , ' A X -It I T-- fi 1 if i W lt' . 'll TPM' Intermediate Poetry - Honorable Mention WHO I SI-IGULD LIKE TO BE Now I should like to be a boy, And perhaps I'd go by the name of Roy. Then I wouldn't haue to be prim and properg I'd just run and play with my little Cocker. If I were a boy and not a girl, I wouldn't euen look at a curl. I'd chase the bees and butterflies, And listen to the birds' cries. I'd be free to roam the woods alone, Until for such things I was outgrown. ANNE Wooos, '52 AN ELF Like a dew drop in May, He watched from the bay, He was dressed in clothes Like an elf, I'd say, With a little jacket, pretty and gray. The little elf had a cute little face, He walked at a perfect pace: He had a cute little nose That looked like a rose, He was loved by his friends And the fairies too, Who always dance On the morning dew, ANN HAYES, '50 High School Story - First Prize THE PICTURE The quiet pat of soft soles and impatient chatter of high heels sounded on the hollow marble floors. All through the day, from the time the sun Hrst came through the high east windows, splashing on the long wooden benches and white stone, until it reached the west and page 69