West Night High School - Echo Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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WARNER PISTOR MEMBER 0;: STAFF Still watch Hm deep. Warner is in earnest with everything he undertakes. ranks first, and has been truly an executive spirit in our class organizations. SAMUEL H. BERMAN H! am constant m a northern iiur You can look to this chap, when in vain to all others you have turned, for a correct solution in Geometry at all times. He is one of the brightest boys we have known, and he is sure to achieve success and high honor in whatever calling he may choose. JOSEPH DECOURCY Hail to our lowr of lesions. This is another of our medical boys and a very line fellow he is, Though with us only a. brief time, we are assured by his indomitable spirit, of his success in his favorite calling. As a student he WINFJELD CORDANO For genilr 1111qu are 17ml, and keep aloof from Jharp confenh'mrji In all places we find all kinds of people. There are always the quiet ones and Winheld is one of this sort. We predict a successful end to his untiring efTorts in his all, his chosen work CLINTON STAATS He loved chlrah'jra Staats is one of the late corners to our class. We are glad to make his acquaintance, and his congenial spirit has endeared him to every member of the class. 23

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GUY LINGENFELTER Thi- alhuh-h of our dam. But this is not all he is noted for because as a student he ranks among those students at the top. His modest manner, and walling ways have made him well liked by all of us. ALBERT meovsxv 'leil tn Hm Ivz'rinrl Mincm-sky, the jolly red head of the A Grade, is seldom seen without the smile that won't rub off, When school days are over we will remember with pleasure some of his ludicrous blunders in llMath and etc. GEORGE NIENHAUS Wlu iliru'r own nm'itv, mudmr mm aw dumb. A quiet, studious and model youth, who is certain to make his mark sometime in the near future in whatever occupation he may enter upon. 22

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Class Poem Dedirahd to file Clan of '10 HENRY H. anF. I lYe part tonight, perhaps luievcr, For Life's path is dim, uncextuin, And none can trace its slender skein, Past the Futurels mySUC curtain, Thm' varyings uf joy and pain; E'en the lightest breeze may sever, Or fluctuate the even trend Of the courses of our best endeavm 11 Four years of Life's greut rugged mce We've run together, hand in hand: But same may forge ahead apace, 0r fall upon the burning Sandi Others may languish in the shade, Too timid to tempt fickle Fate. Or by a crooked mute evade The road that leads to Heavenls gate. III For 11: the Academic Sun, Alas! Will never rise again; All nevermorel Them is lmt 0110 Class of nineteen hundred Lcn And nevcrmnre will these lov'd walls, Reiucho to our verhram tread; The cloud that like a shroud doth fall. Obscures the past with woven shred. It' lint spend 110 time in min regret, Let the dead past hury its dead;H There is work to do ere our sunset, A woild unconquered, lies ahead: Anrl tho' we cannot Well remold The ruined bronze which Fills the past, There lies in Nature's lavish fold Ute. just within Tuil's earnest grasp. 24 V' Then let us. search in Natures mountain, For the marble hidden there, And the living, gushing fountain, Must be hewn with toil and care: But reject the useless sandstone, Which fills the pleasant. Howervstiewn nay, For its conglomexated loam, Will crumble surely and decay. VI And it with others we compete In lifels blue vaulted studio Then slIike, although the blinding tears Bedims the sledgels measur'd blow: Strike we then with all our prowess And win a smile horn feted Fame, And consecrate VVl N. H. 5., Who honors us with her C1681 name. VII And dedicate our lives to toil, For after all is dom- and said And at the Close of this turmoil Let this terse epitaph he read: Hmein lies dust that once was life, And under this faint inscn'ptilm: His monument will live through strife In deeds that stand beyond description. VIII Nuu' Cumrudes, if my wards be weak, And my verse of pom invention, Forgive them in the cause they seek. And for their purposed intentirm: Now classmates. teachers. EVely friend. I bid you all a last gond-bye, XVe may neier meet this side Life's end; Farewell, to Thee, HOld. West Night High,