Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Milestone around the OPA and enjoy rubbing elbows with people of other countries. We did it all in Chicago. We indulged in prandial research. Russia was our first objective: therefore we Went to The Yar, a most authentic Russian restaurant. We were greeted in the lobby by a blue-smocked head waiter. The waiters wore less elaborate smocks. The Russian Orchestra gave off robust tunes and dances by Russian com- posers. XVe were presented with a menu of foods with long Russian names. As we waited for our food, which we ordered out of curiosity, not knowing what it would be, we gazed at the decorated walls. There were paintings of Russian characters. Russian wolf hounds, legendary figures of Russian history, all in the brilliant colors used in such paintings. The dish we chose turned out to be hamburger with a Russian sauce. The meal was topped off with a typical desert of rum cake fi la Russe. We felt transported for a time to a foreign place. As we left The Yar, we noticed there were other interesting places near by. Another night we chose Jacques, which is a fine French Restaurant. This place was tucked away in our minds as a very special excursion in gastronomics. The French head waiter in tuxedo and monocle led us to a quaint open-air patio much like the gardens in New Orleans. The diners sat beneath multicolored umbrellas, and the tables were arranged around a central fountain which was surrounded by flower boxes. Screaming gay birds in cages added to the scene. This time the menu was not so confusing: but, even so, one of the party chose a dish which turned out to be hamburger with a French sauce. French wine and French pastry topped this meal. The next gourmandic trip was to Alt Heidelberg Restaurant, a typical Cierman establishment with a Bavarian orchestra that played tunes by German composers and was loudly applauded, The waiters wore red silk jackets with bright brass buttons. Along the walls were trumpets from which hung red-bordered flags. German beer flowed without end, Again we chose from the menu and again the choice of one of the party turned out be hamburger, this time with just good brown gravy. Then on Sunday night we sought out The Blue Danube. which was a typical Hungarian eating place. The room was cool and dark, but the walls were illuminated, and little Hungarian scenes with typical costumes on the people attracted our attention. In the front, but behind the orchestra stand, was a scene of Budapest. It was interesting because there are really two cities, one on each bank of the Danube River. The orchestra was a truly Hungarian group, many were Hungarian gypsies, and there was a cymbalon, a strange musical instru- ment that looks somewhat like a piano but with a top like a dulcimer, with wires that are struck by little felt-covered hammers. The enter- tainers were dressed in the bright peasant dress of Hungary. The menu had typical Hungarian dishes on it. Some chose goulash: others, chicken paprika: but one chose a dish, hoping for something unusual, with hamburger as the result. Thus far we had had hamburger in four different languages. The evening was gay and noisy with sweet music and singing and whistling. Our interest was engaged by the name Shangri-Ia, land of dreams, peace, and rest. This turned out to be a Cantonese place with Chinese page 83

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Milestone , -2 -4. H igol v f I 4 - A I . N J THE LAKE xc The first day I saw the lake, I looked out from the window of my room. lt was not as I had expected, but smooth and oily, like dark polished glass: dull and sombre. There was no motion: there were no sails on the surface, just a vast, empty, dark expanse. The sky was lcaden, and barren of clouds, reaching far out to where the horizon should be. but merging into the gloom of the water, a continuation of the gloomy colors, varying from slate gray to muddy purple. This scene instilled the mood of fear, of foreboding, and no one ventured forth. NVhen night came, the small moon weakly struggled through the heavy sky and glimmered faintly on the still water. As I awoke, next morning, I heard the continual swishing of water rushing in and out. The sky was bright, clear blue with soft white clouds. The waves were lusty. vigorous, full of life, relentlessly rolling in: white-capped, inviting and challenging, like a gay antagonist. Sails floated out on the gleaming, bright horizon. All day the noisy, gay waters washed the shore, At night the moon shimmered and glittered on the restless waves. Another day, the sky was packed with rolling dark clouds, the sun breaking through to make a great contrast. The lake was loud and angry: the waves were powerful and rough, throwing spray into my window. The wind swirled the sand about in fury. There was no gay invitation to even the most adventurous: no sails appeared. The horizon seemed closer, with a bright sharp light between the water and the sky. The moon hardly shone that night. Then came a balmy day, not cool, not warm. The lazy clouds drifted in a peaceful sky. The waves lesiurely lapped the shore, the sails drifted gracefully out to the far distant horizon. The full moon spread a brilliant pathway from the sky to the beach beneath my window. JANE MCINTYRE. '47 High School Essay - Second Prize INTERNATIGNAL GASTRONOMICS As you know, there was a ban on traveling in this country, and, of course, only those in the armed forces or connected with the war were traveling in foreign countries. Nevertheless, we decided to get page 82

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Milestone g F - waiters that ran at a dog trot. carrying loaded trays high up above their heads on stiflly extended arms, balancing the trays on three fingers. The furniture was of bamboo, the lights were rosy colored, and the vines and jungle plants extended from the ceiling. We couldn't even guess what the Chinese dishes were when we read the menu and so we asked the smiling waiter in the coolie coat to choose for us. We had a fine chicken soup in little cup-like bowls, a meat dish with green bean sprouts and rice, no bread of any kind, no extras. - the sauce was of mush- rooms. Our desert was almond cookies and tea, fragrant golden tea served in little handleless cups. This time there was no hamburger. We enjoyed our excursion in foreign lands, taking our tour in gastronomics in Chicago. ANNE MCTNTYRE, '47 'Ss Q X X W - High School Essay-Honorable Mention WHAT CHRISTMAS IS Christmas is many things. To little children, it is stockings and Santa Claus. lt is Christmas trees and candy canes and presents. lt is excitement and happiness. Little eyes sparkle, little hands clap, little feet dance up and down. lt is learning about Joseph and Mary and little Jesus: it is singing Away in a Manger. lt is playing with new trains and putting tired dollies to bed. lt is putting on new snow-suits and trying out new sleds. lt is joy and gladness. lt is Christmas. To the grown-ups, Christmas is different. Last year it was different from this year. Last year, like this, overseas packages were mailed by October fifteenth: but then you waited two or three months to learn if they had, or had not arrived. You sent Johnny a flashlight Cif you could get onej, or a pen, and, especially, lots of photographs. On Christmas Eve, you wrote him a long letter, telling him how everything was at home, saying you hoped he had received your packages, and thanking him for the bracelet he mailed from Paris, or the ridiculous grass skirt from the South Seas, You told him how you missed him, and how you hoped he would be back soon: you were crying as you wrote, but you mustn't let the tears splash on the paper, that thin air-mail sheet, which took longer than V-Mail to reach him, but it was something of yours that went to him - maybe. If you were lucky, that was what you did. That was Christmas to page 84