Woodward High School - Treasures Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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THE CITY OF TO-MORROW WAS passing by the Chem. Lab, one day, when I I heard a voice inside loudly exclaim, ItAh, here it iseat last--I have it-the secret of the future Thinking that one of our dramatically inclined pupils was rehearsing his part before H: C L, H: S O. and N H, I timidly entered the room. There, staring at me with glaring eyes, stood Charlie Meister, with hair awry and hands outstretched with fiendish glee. Upon perceiving me, he began again, uI have itel haveecome lookethe secret of the future is within my grasp! ItQuite good, quite good, I exclaimed, applauding, Hyou will become a good actor yet. ttNO, no, please don't joke,H he re- sponded, KKthis is serious, very, very serious. See what I have here, and he pointed to a machine before him. I advanced cautiously and eiamihecl the device. It was a box filled with various chemicals that gave off a peculiar, colored ray, which I had never seen before. Even as I noticed this, the youth spoke again. ItIt is the greatest invention of the age. Through this machine we can foretell all that will occur in the future. See for yourself?! And he pointed to a hole about an inch square, which was secreted under a Hap Of the metalt I looked, and, to my astonishment, there arose before my eyes a wonderful city, with massive buildings, long and wide thoroughfares, and here and there were 21 beautiful green parks, titled with lakes and bubbling brooks. hThe City of To-morrowf whispered a voice at my elbow. The picture grew clearer and clearer, until I began to distinguish people, walking hither and thither; nearer and nearer they came, and at length I even recognized the features of the pedestrians. Thus, the picture stood before me and unraveled the story of the future. At a place where two large streets intersected there stood a tall man; he was addressing a crowd of men and women gathered around him, and, as I listened, the words of the orator came faintly to me. The Lord has said that man shall reap all that he sowed, and, indeed, we ought to be thankful that we live in such an era of good will, of good faith. The voice grew dimmer and dimmer as the picture passed on, and, just as it was about to disappear entirely, the speaker turned 10ward me and I recognized the features of my old friend, James Morris. But to glance at the next pictureebeholdl It was a petite little nurse waiting on a pale though hand- some young man. I heard him say, IIYes dear, after I get well, we Willi. Her eyes told the answer. To my utter amazement the pretty nurse was none other than Bessie Humphries, who, after nursing a multi-

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a delightful reception at the Hotel Alms. During the latter part of january the Class Of 1914 gave a dance in our honor, which was most enjoyable. Next came the Annual staff election, at which time Harry Schafer was elected editor, and James Moch, business manager. Even the school is not immune from the wiles of hDam Cupid? Alice Smith, one of our quiet, brilliant Seniors, was married to Tilden Gaddis during the mid- year examination week. However, Alice proved a sensible girl and did not let her marriage interfere with her school work. On the 18th of the second month of the year the Oratorical Contest took place, and of eleven contestants, Amelia Nagel, Edward Israel, Emilie Hauck, Celia Silverman and Paul A. Toepfert were chosen to write oratio-ns for the final decision, which was awarded Amelia Nagel. During the year many lectures were given, par- ticularly t0 the ttA class, which somewhat varied the routine of school life, Many new pictures were also bought by the Art League, which enjoyed quite a pros- perous year, and in the athletic line our school was ably represented, as it has always been. Busy, indeed, were our 'last few weeks at school, not omitting preparations for Commencement, the great- est event in our high school career. With sad hearts, and hand in hand with President Taft, whose place was now taken by a new pilot, we said iigoodrbye to the school where for four years we spent our time, most of us working hard, and upon leaving owing her a big debt of gratitude which we hope some day to repay. Our paths will naturally diverge, but whatever courses we may pursue we shall always be proud to say that we graduated from Wood- ward, than which we can no prouder birthright hold? 20

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millionaire back to life, had-well, you know What usually occurs when two people hnd enjoyment in each others company. The next picture shmved the entrance to a large, magnificent theater, Albrechtis Pastime. In the lobby stood Edgar himself. Even as I looked, Alice McCarthy and Grace Donovan, both society leaders, passed by; immediately Edgar turned to stare at them, but a beautiful lady at his right gave him a reproachful look and said, TiVVhy, Edgar, after all Iive taught you! ttAIl right? fell in Edgar, and he escorted the lady, who closely resembled our old friend, Alice Deprez, into the theater. The first number begins. A woman, tall and grace- ful, steps forth and begins to warble. Toward the end, as her lovely voice dies away into the silence, the audi- ence remains still for a moment; then, with one accord, there bursts forth tremendous applause for Jeanette Maf- fey, who is now the worlds greatest soprano. The next number is a sketch, entitled nFifty Weeks? by Julius Holzberg, in which Asa Butterfield is starring. Ever and anon, Edward L. Israel appears 011 the stage with such lines as, HThe carriage awaits thee, my Lord, or ITMy lady, someone is without,H and the reply ever is, ,Tis well, ,tis well. The next performer takes the stage. This is a piano soloist. Ah! only one could play like that. I scrutinize her face for some indications of her identity, and, sure enough, it is an old school friend, Irene Gardner. Then come some Grecian art poses, by Hyman Markowsky, George Hauck and Thomas Grady. 22 Next is Funny Boy Evans, who gives us a bit of comedy, entitled gTCreamus, the Boy IYonder. This sketch was compiled by Ray Smith, who is a second Lew Fields. The concluding act is entitled TTShelley 8: OiDonnel, the two furnishing a hair-raising stunt on the bars which brings an overwhelming ovation. The picture gradually fades from VIEW and another showing a spacious hall takes its place. It is filled with the fair sex and from what is said, there is a meeting of a. great political club, called hThe Amazons. The principal speaker is Alice Oehler, who tells us TTWhat women should do, now that they have the ballot. She is introduced by the militant suffragette, Caroline W'aldo. By this time I have become accustomed to seeing my schoolmates and I recognize the ofhcers of the club on the platform, Emilie Hauck, Mildred LeClere and Celia Silverman, who now are the hpowers that be? As the roll is called, I hear many familiar names and recog- nize many faces, Lovela Hagans, Gwendoline Arthur, Anna Huheey, Stella Murphy, Elsie Haefner, Helen Gates and Frances Ross. Again the scene changes. It is a court room. The judge, who, as I live, is Mildred Emmit, rises and raps for order. The bailiff, who is none other than XValter Bagel, cries, Oh yeioh yeeoh ye-. The attor- ney for the defense is Big Bill CroakeYi The jury is composed of twelve old XYoodward girls. Lillie Doering. Irene Fox, Naomi Grothus, Mary Shephard, Kathryn Coffey, Emily Arnold, Virginia Dolle, Bessie Jones, Bernice Valerio, Helen Hunt, Viola Bitter and Grace Sherman, successful business women all.