Withrow High School - Withrow Annual Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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ffl The three o'clock rush is over hut tho activity qoes on until the lcxte hours. Pupils returning to their lockers ot this time find the halls stronqely silent. AQTTIVITIES AFTEII TIIIIEE I 'li I F' .M ' F ', 'gag I, - . sf ' f . S I ,. . fit ta Q ?'U,.a.a,.-nuff Q lm Q .tiff O' 'q I '7 3.4 I ' gli.. .. - J t - 1QA3.3,,- 'fx '-I 0 F- I slr-,. , I . wtzqff 3 . H774 QQ In in 9 Y ,-. EAGERLY, THE GIRLS DASH DOWN THE STADIUM STEPS TO THE HOCKEY FIELD. fi , l? Gruellinq hours of practice are the order of the dcry for dll who wish to succeed in othletics. Much of their troininq must be done offer three, as their requlor school schedule does not ollow enough time to trcxin for the stiff competition they often must fcxce. 12

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Y The classroom door opens, the lunch boy cries, Lunch, and the many hungry students rush hurriedly to the cafeteria for a delicious and nourishing meal. What a welcome break in the midst of a dayl is 'I1 Shadows lengthen on the tower as the sun moves toward the west in midaftemoon. Students are Winding up their regular class activities. Some are pre- paring to go home while others are planning to stay to partici- pate in scholastic or sports pro- grams which often last far into the aftemoon. Sixth bell proves to be the busiest, with the or- chestra and glee clubs re- hearsing, and journalism classes struggling to im- prove their paper.

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Friendships made during school pay dividends long after the school day is over. Books are forgotten now, instead fun is what we share. And what better way to share it than a gay, informal dance? Now the dance is over, the band has stopped play- ing, the balloons are scattered over the floor, and tired but happy dancers are on their way home- another page written in their memory book. EBBY AND 'VIELANCll0LY MEMOBIES This has been a day, just any day at Withrow. The tower clock has ticked off the minutes and with each stroke we add another memory, memories of the bus ride to school, of the feeling of pride as we walk across our famed bridge. We remember the classes, subjects, and teachers, and later we may realize how they have influenced us. We will recall the fun we had in leaming to work and play to- I3 if I! gether. Each tick of the clock brings to mind the nights when we stayed until long after the shadows had faded into darkness to practice for that big game, or maybe to meet that deadline or to rehearse for tomorrow's assembly. And then are the times when we forgot about Mondays English test or Thursday's science test and concentrated on having fun with our friends.