Woodward High School - Saga Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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The workers in the machine shop and in machine design seemed to be more interested in their work from the standpoint of experience. Over 283000.00 was paid to the instructors and pupils in the form of wages. The morale and discipline was very good. The boys were prompt in reporting to work and responded well to direction. At the close of the session a majority of the workers expressed them- selves as being well satisfied with the returns of the work and wondered if the school would continue another summer. During the second semester the construction of 125 manual benches and 125 woodworking vises was attempted and at this time it looks as if a great many of them will be finished for our annual exhibition and that the attempt will be very successful. This work is being done entirely by Junior High boys. A number of boys were very desirous to learn about pattern making and have therefore been working afternoons with Mr. Vogler. They have made some very fine patterns which have enabled us to build the machines that have been designed in the drafting room. Boys from the forging and the machine shop classes have been given some Work in the hardening and tempering of tools. This work is usually done in the heat treating room where we have all the necessary apparatus for this kind of work, together with a testing machine and a photographic outfit. Some of the boys have become quite expert in the hardening and tempering of cutters, reamers, etc. During the talk Toledo week in March, XVoodward had a fine exhibition of Manual XVork in Neuhausels window. This exhibit was of a general nature and something representative of each manual activity was included in the exhibition. At the same time a display of machine shop work was placed in the Window of the Security Savings Bank on Superior street. Afterwards this machine shop display was moved to the Cherry Branch of the Security Bank on Cherry street near Canton. During the first part of May a fine exhibition of machine drawing was sent to Cincinnati to be exhibited before the conven- tion of the Vtlestern Arts Association. In the commercial departments there are many subjects that are very practical. As most of these classes have been offered in our high schools for a number of years they are more or less familiar to most pupils. These courses are designed to prepare pupils to enter commercial firms as stenographers, bookkeepers, salesmen, etc. XVoodward has two typewriting and two book- keeping rooms. Most of the classes in this department are crowded. The only classes that are new in this department are those in retail selling. This year two classes were offered, one for boys and one for girls. A great many of the members of the salesmanship classes work after school and Saturdays and apply what they have learned during the day. YVhenever a demand is apparent and we are able to find a room and com- petent teacher, new courses are opened. Owing to the crowded condition of our building we are many times unable to offer work for which there is a great demand. XVe hope that the Board of Education will soon build the contem- plated addition to our school so that we can take care of the ever increasing demand for work of a practical nature. -J. M. Sterling. 95

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GREATER LOVE THAN THIS HAS NO MAN-THAT HE LAY DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HIS FRIEND. PRELLDE I am sitting here in the gloaming-all alone. Around me the shadows of night are drawing and the shadows of that Darkest Night are also closing in. On the hearth the peat tire Hames bright and the corners of the room seem to grow blacker in contrast. The fire is warm and yet I shiverg for out of the black, trackless spaces of the night I hear the voices of the past calling me. Sometimes they jeer and sometimes they laughg I hear them pleading, pleading --and then they are drowned by the roar of the wintry gale. Inside are the cheery glow and warmth of the tire while outside are the cold, the darkness, the snow and the gale that shrieks like a baffled fiend. A very bitter winter time and yet-not more so than this winter time of my life. Always, always after the winter comes the spring, but not for me another spring on earth-perhaps out there,--who knows? But I have a rendezvous with Death tonight and I must hurry. up gg ty gg 4 as ak :lf fl if 1 v Night had fallen upon the American wilderness. The moon shone down upon the cold white world below. A bitter wind sighed through the trees and in the distance a wolf howled his weird cry. In a little forest clearing stood a log cabin. From the window a light streamed out upon the snow. Inside before the fireplace a man sat-lost in thought. A good-looking man he was, with serious gray eyes, dark skin and hair. A man advanced in years, rugged and sturdy as an old oak. There was character in those rugged features-truly a man among men. On the rude bunk in the corner another man lay sleeping: a good-looking man too, but of a different type. His hair was light and his skin was fair. A handsome man in a way, but on those well moulded features weakness and shallowness were stamped. Eric Gordon and Harvey Gauthier had come from their comfortable English homes upon a strange mission to this snow-covered wilderness. His Majesty, the King of England, had chosen these two favorites of his to journey into the American wilderness upon a surveying trip. He had picked a man in Eric Gordon, but Harvey Gauthier had failed to stand the test. Gordon realized Gauthier's weaknesses and had shielded him from the many hardships that had fallen to their lot. They had ceased their surveying operations when winter arrived and come to sojourn in this little woodland cabin. It was an isolated spot, five miles from the nearest village. They spent their time in hunting and tracking through the forest. Harvey Gauthier became ill. He had fallen prey to the dread sickness that had devastated the land at that time. For weeks and weeks Gordon had nursed him. He burned with fever and raved about a certain something 'he didn't mean to do.' NVas it all to be in vain? Gauthier was rapidly sinkingg his pulse was scarcely evident. He stirred. Gordon went over and sat by him. The pale blue eyes opened. He smiled. Eric. old chap, he said weakly, you've been beastly nice. I wasn't worth it. Eric - I - I guess I'm going now. I'm afraid to go-I'm a coward. Eric-afraid to meet my God. 97