Western Hills Night High School - Annual Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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-■« ' ' « Pep Squad First Row lUfl to right)-. Kathr) n O ' Brien, Hurry Cohen, Dorothy Schwietering. Second Row; Hilda Hater, Marjorie Hochstrasser, Lurline Knoppe, Mary Knoppe, Sylvia Tenoever, Jennie Powell, M argie McKeon, Catherine McWalters. Third Row: Chas. Kaufhold, Urban Tabler, F.iiward Heil, Ralph Bockenstctte, Milhurne Hall, Ralph Martain, F. Loftus. THE Pep Squad — a reservoir of enthusiasm. To this group fell the task of cheering on our teams and welding a school spirit that is an important part in the success ot our teams. Pep — enthusiasm — cheer — school spirit — that ' s the history ot the Pep Squad. itSt

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•J -J - - :«T Basketball First Row ikft to right): Adam Rulliniier, Roe Doncjhue, Edwarti C. Penderghast, Wni. Traur, Verton Ttwell. Second Row: Lou Bueiterman (Manager), Jack I.airil, Edward Roddy, Stanley Sandel, Willis Wood, Bob Westerkamp (Coach). WITH FOOTBALL OUT OF THE WAY the basketball team took the stage. pA ' ery contest piaved by our team was marked by spirited play and good sportsmanship. Although not vic- torious in the majority of the games played, the team, never- theless, made a good showing in face ot a severe schedule. j»: - h - Tv

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Class Prophecy CoN ' FRoNTED WITH THE WRiiTNG OF THE CLASS I ' ROPHEC ' V; after iiianN ' bra e .Tttempts, I finally came to the conclusion that my creative and imaginative powers had completely tailed me. My spirits had reached the depths of despair when 1 conceived the Brilliant idea of going to a Hindu who was reputed for his ability to accurately foretell events of the future. With hopes soaring, 1 made my way to his residence, bravely approached, and was admitted by a white-clad, dark-skinned Hindu servant, and led into a heavily draped, dimly-lighted chamber. Entering the chamber ] felt as if I had been transported to an elaborately furnished palace in the Far East. Seated cross-legged on a richly embroidered cushion was an aged Hindu prophet, whose jewels and attire revealed his noble birth. Overcome by my surroundings I stood in awe for a full minute, then timidly approached him. Without rising he invited me to be seated. Gaimng courage, I commenced with my perplexing tale. He listened attentiveU ' , meditated a moment, and replied, I will temporarily invest you with my pnwers, wherebx ' you may gaze into this crystal and the future will reveal itself. Concentrating and gazing intenth ' in the crystal, there appeared a haze, but clearing, I found myself seated in my private office, a proprietress of an exclusive modiste shoppe in Paris. My secretary an]iounced that a lady wished to see me, the name of whom I recognized as that of the wife of a millionaire. ' alking into the shoppe 1 presentlv found myself greeting m ' old classmate, Lillian Hecht, whom I had not seen for ten vears. We lunched together and spoke of the years past. .A few weeks later I received a cable from .Alma Fuller, who advised me that she was chairman of a Fashion Show to be conducted in Detroit and to which she invited me to attend. I decided to return to the .States, my first visit in ten years. I procured passage on the Mdjes ic, the new Mistress of the .Sea, and was to sail from Liverpool. While stopping nft at Ixmdon, I discovered that George Murphy was a Bond .Street Jeweler, anil that Catherine Wagner was married to a titled Englishman. To my astonishment the Captain of the Miijcstic was none other than jmi Mncent. I had for fellow passengers Carl Butler and his wife, who were just return- ing from a world cruise, and Cecile Tolliver, who is an interior decorator and had been studying European types of decoration. The voyage was one glorious round of good times and all regretted that it must end in such a short time. My pulse quickened at the sight of the Statue of Liberty and the skyline of New ork, and suddenly I realized just how homesick I was for the good old v. S. .A. We arrived at Ouarantine and soon were having our luggage inspected by the customs officers. 1 was intent on opening my trunk for inspection when suddenly I heard someone hail me, and I found myself being greeted by Ralph Bockenstette, who was the chief customs official. At Xew York I stopped at the Waldorf-.Astoria, where Henry Brockhoff is JS; SiSi. ■ - ■- cr