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

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our number, namely, Fred Kemphues, a member of the German class. We entered our third year, and felt that now we were coming into importance. Our numbers having decreased considerably, the Latin and German classes were consolidated into one Junior class. We continued the study of Plane Geometry, and can only express the deepest regret that we were not fortunate enough to have the laboratory work con- nected with the study of Physics as the Classes that follow us will have. In English we read the HLife of Samuel johnson, and it was only a matter of a few weeks for some of the more apt students to go about using long, sonorous words. In our Junior year we were given permission to hold class meetings each alternate Thursday evening, from 9:30 to 10 dclock. Will we ever forget those meetings? Surely we can not forget the Mock Trial, when Mr. Marakowitz, a strike-breaker, was accused of murdering his employer. How anxiously we waited for the verdict of the jury! And were we not delighted to hear the accused proclaimed inno- cent, for the supposed Mr. Marakowitz was one of our friends. And in connection with the Mock Trial, a number of us recall another incident, which perhaps ought not to be men- tioned; but since we are about to bid farewell, let us con- fess our folly. We were arranging for the Mock Trial one evening, and stayed after school for quite a while, without asking for permission to do so. It was almost 10 olclock before we realized that we were to go home, and then has- tened to leave the building in silence, but to our great dismay the doors were locked, and we were trapped. What was to be done? How to get out? We could already hear Mr. Wilkinson reprimanding us for our misdemeanor, and almost heard the statement, HYou are expelled from school for such disorderly conduct. Suddenly one of the party had a brill- iant inspiration. Was not the Gym 0n the groundrfloor, and could we not easily leave the building by means of the Gym window? Stealthily we groped our way through the dark Gym to the nearest window, and climbed out into the tor- rents of rain, for it seemed as though the elements were endeavoring to make this prank of ours seem more realistic. We were free, and at that moment resolved that we would never again use the window instead of the door as an exit; but whether all have kept this resolution, I can not say, It was in this year that the A Grade invited us to join them in their Christmas festivities, and at this affair, one of the Mighty Seniors appeared as Old Santa, and presented to each, including the teachers, a lU-cent toy. We distinctly remember the HB-A Receptionf, and finally, Class Night, the night when the Class.0f 313 bade farewell to the school, and left in our keeping the banner and repu- tation thereof. Words can not express the pride and emo- tion that wererfelt upon accepting these honors. Examinations were successfully passed, and at last we were Seniors.

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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

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As A Grade students we found more difhcultics to con- tend with, for members of our ciass were at the head of the EVENING SCHOOL VOICE. Solid Geometry required a great deal of our efforts, and American History and Civics gained great preference, for, are not a number of the girls devoted suffragettes, and vastly interested in the political conditions of our country? Having spent such an enjoyable Christmas entertain- ment with the Class of '13, we decided to follow their exam- ple, and ask the Juniors to join us in our festivities this year. Old Santa again appeared, With toys for each and all, and those evenings, when we were brought back to the realms of child- hood, Will not easily be effaced from our memories. And now. alas, there remains little to add to this, our class history The time has come When we must relinquish all hold or claim to our beloved Alma Mater. We must place her banner in the hands of the oncoming Seniors, and bid farewell. CY Classmates, let not this be the end of your struggle for education Let not your ambition he smothered. Keep on striving, for to stop would only mean to fall. En- deavor t0 Hlive up to the best that is in you, and When that age is reached when there is. no future of which to dream, then turn the pages of Memory's book, and review the hours of youth and fiery ambition, the hours spent in the Old West Night High ALMA GRUENER.