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

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Class History of 1911 EMMA FIsCHsR, :11 INETEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN! Alas! how quickly has the time flown since we first embarked upon our voyage on the seas of education at the West Night High SchOOI. Four years ago. we. as freshmen, looked forward to the long years ahead of us and vaguely wondered what that future held for us. Now, as graduates, we look back with pleasure and scarcely realize that our journey is over. It has been a pleasant journey, with very few storms to disturb the friendship and tranquillity of the fellow passengers. It was a journey which we shall never forget. That first year at the dear old Hughes was one which marked a turning point in all our lives. There were two classes taught by the Misses Weber and Ashtield, with Mr. Geismar as the German instructor. We shall never forget their kind efforts in our behalf. Mr. VVashbum was our principal. Words fail to describe our regard for him. We passed our exams with little difficulty. During the vacation following, one of our classmates, Mr. Robert Detose, was drowned. We entered the Sophomore year at the First Intermediate School. The beautiful building promised a glorious year for us and under the able guidance of Misses Hoban and Koihnky and Mt. Nlayer, the new German teachen it was a glorious year. The not too strenuous regime of school work was interspersed with many pleasant functions and our class meetings were taken up with debates and interesting literature. We sailed along pleasantly and were well prepared for the exams at the end. The work of the first half Of our journey well enabled us to cope with the more diffrcult questions which were staring us in the face. But we buckled on our armor and under the able infiuence of Miss Hoban, Messrs. Siehl, Winkler and Mayer. we mastered the hard tasks laid before us. Several of our pupils dropped out during the different years, but new ones came in. Our Junior year was marked with one sad incidentethe death of one of our fellow members, Mr. Wm. Cawein, the second member called away during the four years. XYe continued our class meetings, At the end of the year, we tendered the graduates a dance, which was a very enjoyable occasion. At last we entered our Senior year. Our last year was fraught with changes. Mr. Washburn was no longer principal, but Mr. Wilkinscn acted as our 1'Big Chief. It is unnecessary to dwell upon his merits, for we all know them. Misses Hoban and Kohnky were no longer our teachers, and we have missed them very 24

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My Destiny WJLLIAM FORTMUJLLLLK, hll The scene, an Inn, and there a throng Comrades, :15 Mignon 52mg, now we Of roisterers, who claim a song Must take the Roads of Destiny. From Mignon, poet ofrthe fields. And like him, let us bid to light He drains hi5 cup, arises, yields: Us 011 the way to Eght the fight Thus ran his songh For God, for Country and for Right, True hcart and qrong, I go to seek on many roads What is to be. Let our song l;e,-HN0 matter what True heart and strong, with love to ligln In life may be our given lot, Will they not bear me in the fight W'c try to do, but never shun, To ordcr, shun 0r Wield or mould The work that each day must be dcne, My Destiny F We try to order, wield or mould For Right, what Destiny may l'mld For us, our whole life long.

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much. Mr. Mayer was no longer our German teacher, but Mr. Buechler acted in his place. Messrs. Winklcr and Siehl were still with us and Mr. Bauerewith his unequalled wit -tlea1t us our share of his- tory, English and Civics. One thing tmforge-tabie about the A Grade was the number of Changes we noted. Our class meetings were done away with until after Christmas. when it seemed advisable to allow the A Grade some time in which to attend to affairs, other than school work. Every other Thursday evening from 9:30 until 10 otclock was alloted us. Our work naturally was harder than ever before, and our examinations scared us not a little. But now the journey is over. We are at the end of one and the beginning of another epoch in our lives. Each one of us knows what the journey has cost 115 and what returns we have received. We leave the Night High School with a feeling of exultation, mixed with regret. We have had many sociable times, the picnics during the vacations helping much. But we leave all this, each to take up his or her separate path to happiness and success. 25