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

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'Y--suv... .... . M n G Class Day of '56-Mr. Mathias walked proudly at the head of the long line of graduating seniors for the last time. His half cheerful, half serious ex- pression proved past happy years. MB. NIATIIIAS Iune 1956 ended an era of companionship and understanding between Withrow students and their esteemed principal, Mr. Mathias. Thirty-seven years ago he became a member of the faculty as a teacher of mathematics and agriculture. After twenty-seven years of loyal service he became assistant principal. Following the sudden death of Mr. Peoples, Mr. Mathias agreed to become acting principal for the rest of the year with the understanding that he would be relieved of his duties at the end of that time. But the teachers recog- nized his ideal leadership qualities and petitioned him to re- main their principal. During the ten years that Mr. Mathias held this chief position, he encouraged the establishment of two student councils. He constantly worked for the betterment of the teaching profession and was also instrumental in im- proving the retirement system. Last year, after the goodbyes were said and the farewell banquet given, Mr. Mathias marched for the last time with the graduating class on Com- mencement Day. And now he is enjoying his much deserved retirement, but he is not forgotten. With sincere gratitude for thirty-seven years of help and guidance for all pupils, We, the 1957 Annual Staff, dedicate this book to our past principal, Mr. Mathias. 14

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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.

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