Woodward High School - Treasures Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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In June we attended the Commencement, and a few of us sang in the chorus. We were not so young as to be un- able to appreciate the solemnity and seriousness of this event, which inspired us with many a lofty resolve. The ttBii Grade presented to us many difficulties in the way of Physics, History, Advanced Algebra, Trigonometry, Spanish and French. This year our class was organized; and, in April, gave the liAi Grade 2. dance at the Walnut Hills Mansion, in return for which they treated us to a delightful affair of a like nature. As we attended their graduation ex- ercises we were glad that they, and not we, would have to miss the honor of being the class to graduate from the tiNew Woodward? then so far in the process of completion. And then at last we were Seniors, and in the wonderful new school. It is needless to try to describe the imposing building, perfect in every detail, and so large that we were continually getting lost in it. It is difficult to find adequate language for describing the laboratories, shops, lunch rooms, gymnasiums, and, above all, the auditorium. Early in the year the New Woodwardii was dedicated with an impressive ceremony. A cantata entitled Past, Present and Future? com; posed for the occasion by Mr. Schockley, Mr. Surdo and Mrs. Alice Brotherton, all graduates of Woodward, was rendered by the orchestra and a chorus of pupils selected from the four grades. At the meeting of the Alumnal Association, later in the year, the same cantata was repeated. One day in Feb- ruary the building was open to the public for inspection. Dem- :mstrations of school work were given in the shops, labora- tories and gymnasium, while several of the school organiza- tions were represented in an entertainment given that evening in the auditorium. Some of the many pleasant features of our Senior year were the talks given in the morning by prominent men whom Mr. Lyon arranged to have address us. The Oratorical Contest and Founderis Day, always interesting, were still more so when held in the auditorium with the entire school present. This year witnessed flourishing Dramatic and Choral Clubs, and an Art League maintained for the first time in many years. The many beautiful pictures hung in the various rooms indicate that the dues collected from this League were ex- pended to the best advantage. Varying the monotony of our school routine, if we may call it monotonous, since so many things took place, were our class parties. Just before the Christmas holidays the A Grade boys gave the WV Grade girls a party, and the girls in return gave a charming Washington birthday reception and dance. The annual ttB-A and iiA-B dances were given in the spring with equal succesg. Then came Commencement, the last and greatest event of our High School Career The memory of that night, with its solemnity and thrilling grandeur, will remain forever fixed in our minds; the memory of the night when, with a profound sadness we said farewell to the school at which we had passed four such happy years, to become one of the many graduate classes, proud to acknowledge Woodward as their Alma Mater. HELEN TAYLOR

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CLASS HISTORY 1911 Freshmen, but, of course, we did not think so. As we were crowded together on the first day of school, in the gymnasium of the Third Intermediate building, a great as- sembly of excited children, eager for the mysteries of High School to be unfolded to us, nobody would have taken us for anything but Fresh- men. By the second day we were, for the most part, fairly estab- lished in classes. The change of rooms and teachers, at the ringing of a bell, offered, through its novelty, a never-failing source of delight. It was in the little intermissions between the Changing of rooms that we were initiated into the horrors of demerits-horrors because they deprived us of another new delight of High School, that of going home early. Everything was going smoothly and happily. Every day at noon we would rush to Baueris with ravenous appetites. Then all of a sudden, into the midst of our joyous numbers sprang that dread monster, examinations, sparing some and devouring others. Twelve times we have encountered that terrible monster; but, although we have often since quaked with fear before him, never have we felt ourselves in the throes of such absolute terror as that which we experienced on those memorable days of November four years ago. The rest of our year, although happy, was uneventful ex- cept for the occasional visit of Mr. Lyon or a representative of the ttOracle, who would urge us to contribute to that paper, greatly respected among us, but seldom seen. Our school patriotism was not greatly aroused until we attended the field meet in May, and then we were truly glad that we were pupils of Woodward. Isolated from the rest of the school as we were in the Third Intermediate building, we did not really know what it was to be overpowered by pupils of higher grades. It was in the ttC Grade that we found out how insignificant we were. The second year found us in the Ninth Street building and in very crowded quarters. This year is a memorable one, inasmuch as we were allowed for the first time to attend the Foundefs Day exercises, and the Oratorical Contest. But by far the most exciting event was the laying of the corner- stone of the new Woodward, by President Taft, of the class of '74. On this occasion, our girls and many of our boys had their first experience in marching in a parade. Led by the boys, afterward known as the thoodward Taft Guard? we went to Government Square to meet the President, whom we escorted in triumph to the site of the days exercises. We were able to give unrestrained vent to our enthusiasm by singing an ode to Woodward, composed by two graduates, Mr. Joseph Surdo and Miss Marguerite Mosbaugh.

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EDWARD J. WUEST, . Class President, Captain Cadets, Orchestra, tlAnnuaYl Staff? Oracle Staff, Tennis Club, Dramatic Club. Saying with a loud voice: Woe !-Woe leWoe l-Maud Pl Enter darling Edward, the pride and President of our Class. lDonW blame him for the latter; he couldnlt help itJ Edward is many things and tries to be many more. What he is, see above; what he tries to be-wcll, here are some: Machinist, ladyls man, brave, actor, yarn merchant tto bel, wit tnever to bel, etc., etc. Besides which, Ed plays the piano and speaks what he claims is Spanish. Than about all we can afford to tell about Ed, because he knows the writer. Ed is a tine fellow and makes a strong friend, of whom any one could be proud ELMER RUEHL, Dramatic Club, Gym Team, Swimming Team, Oratorical Contest, Class Treasurer. There must be some good in a man who blushes? Here we have a bunch of celebrities rolled into one. If Ruehl turned into a poet, musician, actor, detective or a book agent, we wouldnlt feel surprised in the least. To begin with, ElmeHs role of the disappointed lover in the play was acted to perfection. His recitations on Shakespeare in the English Class are so deep that even Miss Arm- strong begs a second explanation. And did you ever hear that boy tickle the keys ? My, oh, my! but he can-but we must stop, or the Editofs blue pencil will get busy. Ruehl is so handy all around that everybody can wish him success, and feel assured that he will get it. 20