St Marys High School - Tower Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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V X 9 ,A Q! AX- A fc 'Q IQ Thus bit by bit the editor compiles his book. Section after section he sends to the printer in order to have proofs made of them. It is amazing how people can in the space of a few days muddle up a month's work. These typographical errors culminate in the proof of the advertising section. A cut of a fire extinguisher be- longing to the Acme Chemical Co. finds its way into the copy of the advertisement of I. Buryem Co., Funeral Directors. The leading hotel of the city uses a cut of the lounge, which in the proof innocently invites us from a page which bears the in- scription Compliments of the Parent-Teacher Association. But like all temporal things, the printing of the year book comes to an end, and the copies are distributed. The editor's troubles are over. But no! Dainty, d'min- utive lldarilyn Prescott accosts him in the corridor to ask why in the group picture of First Year Girls, her eyes look so queeru. Poor editor, he isnit an optometrist. But the returns are not all in. I. B. Puftup, a substitute on the football team, in- sists that the photographs are all out of proportion, because he looks so small. These are but a few of the many criticisms heaped upon the editor's whirling, but innocent head. Now you ask, how can these difficulties be avoided? That indeed is a momentous question. After due thought this seems to be the only feasible plan. If so unfortunate as to become an editor, don't enlist the aid of anyone, Arrange all business details yourself, do all the writing yourself, make up your own dummies and do all proof reading. If you are capable of this Herculean task, go ahead. Then make arrangements to spend a year in a good sanitarium. The location is of little moment. Some time-tested tonic may restore that lost appetite. A good optician can pos- sible aid the failing vision, while a dependable physician may restore the shattered nerves. r You wish me to answer a few questions? Certainly I will, if I am able to do so. What repays the editor for his work? The knowledge that he has served his school. ' Was it really a difficult task? It was truly stupendous. Would I do it again? You bet I would! I was editing St. Ma:-y's Annual. J -GEORGE JOHNSON, 27 J 2' A2- -j ' - f -, Afws ,5B 'mic Page' Eiblktyetwo

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. K 9 'fWllf5QfiQ2C-ai At last he can begin his work. First he is told he must select the assistant editors and the heads of the different departments. This he does with the joint ap- proval of the faculty and the rest of the class. Miss May B. Sketch is chosen art editorg she is a master for is it mistressl of the art of painting and thus the Art is an assured success. John S. Gallaunt, for no particular reason is made social editor, while Ken I. Punt, star athelete, accepts the position of sports editor. The class jester is made responsible for the appearance of the humor section of the book. The staff is completed by selecting one more person as head of the photos and snapshots committee. Any person with a fairly good camera will do. Now the editor and his staff are about ready to start work on the annual. If by chance you have been fortuhate enough to be present at the first meeting of an editor and his staff, you will know what a pleasing appearance they presented. Im- bued with youthful enthusiasm, earnestly striving to serve and ennoble their school, a gathering of this kind is certainly a beautiful scene, but at the same time a most tragic one. For five months later when these hopeful idealists have met and bowed before the grim reality of experience, tragedy stalks abroad. After several such meetings, the general structure of the annual is finally agreed upon. The art theme selected is to be either Gothic or Greek. The composition of the Class Prophecy, Calendar, Class Will, Foreword, Dedication and other arti- cles usually found in publications of this kind, are assigned, with the positive orders that they appear in the hands of the editors not later than lylarch first. Arrange- ments are made for the taking of photographs. All seems to be going well and the editor is more than pleased that things are progressing favorably. But dark, sinister clouds are hovering over him, while he with head bent over desk, fails to notice the leaden sky. After many days of anxious waiting, lylarch first dawns bright and windy., The innocent editor has been clearing out all extraneous matter from his desk that he may have sufficient room when the assignments pour in. But they don't pour. About March 15 he becomes uneasy as only about one eighth of the assignments have appeared. Something is certainly wrong, he reasons, he must act immediately. He begins by using persuasion, resorts to threats and, ends by using force. To aug- ment his troubles he must bear with such questions as, Was I supposed to bring that today? I didn't know that. Finally the supposed Gothic art theme appears in the role of strictly collegiate with a few Greek figures thrown in to relieve the monotony of affairs. J 2' 2- - - J' - - -- - f - s ' 91 AQNQJZQXY u r u. . '1 Qi U Page Eighty one

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W vlfq-51 1 . 5 kffgjr S Cgreai QBBEII lrnui Gllnrks By ONE WHO KNOWS Clocks! What an important part they play in our lives-these guardians of the fleeting seconds, these most commonplace of all machines Cyes, my dear, I include Fordsll They serve us faithfully, year in and year out, with scarcely a misstep, or perhaps I should say a mis-tick, until at last, when their springs stiffen, and their cogs cease the merry chatter, they are consigned to an ignominious end, perhaps at the hands of a small child. Here at St. Mary's we have clocks of every variety. The best of these, by virtue of its position and construction, is the tower clock. This chronometer has a strong, pleasant face, and is very encouraging to the students, particularly between 8:20 and 8:30 A. IMI. The hands swing slowly across the large dial and the double chime of the half hour is given forth with a noticeable reluctance. She is not a noisy timepiece, pursuing her Work in absolute silence, save for the regular rise and fall of the electric control, and even this slight noise is dis- creetly kept from our ears by the friendly door of 310. In fact, this soft purring of her mechanism, added to her friendly glow at night and to the melody of her chimes, has given the tower clock a place in our hearts. But alas! the hearts of the faculty are obdurate. Their allegiance is pledged to the oflice clock. This is, if one may so speak, a narrow gauge, single-track clock. The Sisters sometimes speak of him as the master clock, but he is no master, he is a czar, a sultan, and holds absolute sway over all other timekeepers. At his slightest wish all hasten to obey. Every day he hurries us relentlessly to school. Never fal- tering, giving no quarter, the hands dash at dizzy speed to the critical hour. Ignoring all protests, threats, and entreaties, he alone is anxious to say 8:30. In the Physics Laboratory is a sad example of his severity. This clock was foolish enough to be insolent with him on Monday last. It has been limping ever since. Like a spider in his web this master hides in a dark corner of the basement where he consumes vast quantities of distilled water. Oh, fickle master! Why hasten so cruelly and then drag so slowly? Although I am no scandal-monger, I can say it is common knowledge that he records only a fraction of the minutes which follow the dread hour. Still more sur- prising is the fact that he is permitted to continue his demoralizing actions, unrebuked by the faculty. He is at once the hope and the fear of late comers. The uninitiated, hearing the bells ring, plunge with all their accoutrements into a sea of discarded alibis, and en- deavor to find one suited to their present plight. But the veteran boldly ignores the warning, assumes a sophisticated air, endeavors to pass the office, and feigns surprise when his attempt is frustrated. 9' 7 ' Gp G Ex 0 0 X 3 Q X Page Eighty three