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

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Hf INSTRUCTION Gift of Graduating- Academic Class 19m to WEST NIGHT HIGH SCHOOL,

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ALMA ROLFJFirst Intermediate Cmumcncement Essayist; Class Treasurer and Editor Personals uOf her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain; And 0E her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain. Winsome Alma carried two delicate positions during the past year, and the ability with which she shouldered them is indeed worthy of a word of praise. She iavas a student of enviable mark and a girl whose presence always brightened the bunch. Ever genial Alma. J. ED. STAFFAN Editor EVENING SCHOOL VOICE and ANNUAL Who would he an EditorPhTo write The magic 'wci of such enormous might. $ it it t :k :k a: a: But dollit despise him; there may chance to be An earthquake lurking in his simple 'wef Unfortunately, matters so shaped themselves that Ed was not numbered among the graduates of the year '14. 121 recognition of his work as editor of the VOICE his phi7f' is here exposed to public gaze. We want our readers to have a look at his classic features. Ed was surely 0n the editorial job 'iwith both feet. Caift you staff members hear him say, Now, you fellows get busy? ROBERT WHITEhDayton. Ohio Editor of 'tIn and Out of Town', HIf he he not fellow with the best Kings. thou shalt find him ever the king of best fellows. Always willing, Bnh won his parchment. The four ycarsi struggle was a small matter to Bob. and he came out on the bright side with his usual bright smile. His active part in everything that needed his willingness and his ability to finish it up with whirlwind rapidity made Bob a valued and appreciated member of the class.

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CLASS HISTORY ward to for four long years. But now that out anticipation has been realized, we almost regret that this should be :507 for our Alma Mater has grown clear to us, and we hate to depart from her halls of learning. Let us then review the scenes of the many hours which were devoted to worshipng at the shrine of Cadmus. Those hours of strife and toil. and again of pleasure and folly, The hours that form the foundation of our future. At hrst the scenes of our Freshman year appear before us. In October, 1910, we boarded the good ship Education, with Mr. Wilkinson, whom we have all learned to honor and esteem, as our pilot. We were the infants of the school, and indeed did feel little and insignificant. Our numbers were large, and little did we think that the Class of about one hundred would finally dwindle down to twenty students. As Freshmen we gained some knowledge of mother earth, and Physical Geography was found very interesting, even though at times some of us did call it Physical Torture. In English we made the acquaintance of Shakespeare, and read The Merchant of Venice. WC also recall lrvingls l'Skctch Book, the HGold Bug, by Poe, iiEvangelinef and HThana- topsis, all of these works having been read and discussed in our first year. In Algebra, we finally succeeded in solving ,mIS Class Night. The night we Seniors looked for- the value of X, and progress Was made in Latin and German, whichever of these languages we had chosen. During this year the Reaper of Death visited 115, and took from our midst one of our number, namely, Leslie Buchanan. The exam- inations also frightened a great many away, and upon enter- ing school for the second term our numbers were greatly lessened. As Sophomores we were divided into the Latin and Ger- man classes, and it seems to be but natural that enmity should exist between the two. We can boast not of being better than our predecessors, for we too were only human, and listened to the tempting voices of Jealousy and Pride. Shamefully we acknowledge that we did quarrel, and that each class was always trying to be better than the other It was in this year that Geometry was introduced to us, and mightily intelligent did we feel when we were capable of proving two triangles equal in all respects. We also studied Ancient History. and the mention of Ancient History brings before our eyes the many Greek and Roman heroes, full of greatness and inspiration. In English, Scott's Lady Of the Lake was enjoyed greatly, and Shakespeare's HAS You Like It suited the fancy of some of us far more than the more serious HBunker Hill Oration.H And again in this year the Giver Of Life and Death chose to take another of