Woodward High School - Treasures Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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where the lunch room and gymnasium are. Here the dishes are drawn from the tables by an immense magnet, dropped into a large receptacle, which delivers them at one end, clean and dry, while Ruth Walton and Edith Benjamin, the supervisors, intently read the latest book of poems by Marie Lindsey. Just then, as if to disturb the quietude of the scene, the elevator door opens and another woman alights, leading two young, unruly chil- dren. WVhy, if there isnt Edna Beck, cries Hilda, and immediately embraces Edna, exclaiming at the same time. HWhat darling little children! Yes,H replies Edna, proudly, iijust like me when I was their age. Thought lid come to look around. Lets go around together. Then, with their guide, they go to the gymnasium, where they see Mildred Zumbiel in charge. From there they visit the various classes. Blanche Wait is teaching English, Helen Lusby expounds the caprices of geometry, Jennie Caplan assists the pupils with Latin'roqts, Then they narrowly escape an explosion when Margaret McDaniels, surprised at their appear- ance, put together nN H2 and K N O? Just as they step into the Chemical Laboratory they hear Elsie Sebastian say, HYou neednlt show me the results of your experiments; they used to bother me 3. 'lot in my young days, too; just throw them away?' The next view is the auditorium of the large school. Another white-bearded man. Mr. Simon is announcing the number. itMiss Rose Baden, Of 1913, will render us a vocal selection? Our attention is distracted by the sight of Zelma Wheeler, now a stern-visaged teacher, giving a scolding to- an exact image of an old friend, May Becker. nYou are just like what your mother 24 used to be, Zelma is saying, lilight and frivolous. Others upon the program were Irma Nash, who gave a recitation, and Werfleman and F romme, singers and ven- triloquists. The scene changes to a large kindergarten room, where a mothersi meeting is in progress. Joanna. Hill and Ethel Vanderbilt seem to be the teachers, while Pauline Price is the president. Among the members I see a great many old classmates. There is Lillian Murray, with 3. sticky child hanging to her skirts, while its mother is trying to listen to a talk by Susan Nichol- son, liVVhy I Whip My Chilr.H I see Edith Benson, Cecilia. Schuchardt, Ruth Dandridge, Ruth Whitney, Ethel W ilson, Alice Hinnenkamp, Lila Ingram, Myrtle Martin, Pansy Matson, Helen Schoenwandt, Edith Storch, Esther Stutzmaii, Elsie Weber, Martha Wink- field, Connie Wysong and Elsie Kuhn. . Next I see an immense ball park, and Circling it are thousands of seats filled with spectators. As the scene draws nearer, I notice that the pitcher for the Reds is Julius Penn, while Grubbs is doing the back- stopping; Dell is at first base, Schafer at second, and Loehman and Fallon are in the outfield. Maienschien and Mayer are the umpires. On the signboard, Which is the fence about the held, is an advertisement which reads, HAny batter hitting this sign will receive a suit of clothes from the Moch Clothing Companyf, The scene Changes entirely now. There appears a great square, packed on both sides with people. Mounted policewomen keep the crowd back I start back in surprise, for, seated on a horse and neatly hedge

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Then the picture shifted, and a long street, filled with stores, went slowly past. The names on the various windows struck my attentionsHCahill and Davis, Attorneys at Law ; ttBi-yan Butterheld, Cheese Factory ; Shatter, Newhigging and Wersel, Autosh; ttEveland and Clift, Farm Supplies. Two women, whom I recognized to be Hatty Swee- ney and Esther Hunt, were earnestly talking on the street corner. After the noise of an aeroplane, driven by Burgoyne, passed, I heard Harriet say, HWhat are you doing now, Esther? IrWhy, I am a reporter on The Su-rWagettef edited by Grace Kemper and Lillie Dunn; you know they always do things together. Anna Backus and Margaret Holdt work there also. By the way, what are you doing P tiOh, I am a settles ment worker, Hattie replied, as she hastened off. The next picture was a. neWspaper building, and on the window was pasted the latest edition of the nDan'ly H owlf edited. owned and managed by Harry Schafer. Many catchy advertisements caught my attention, such as HPaul Toepfert, Ragtime player in the Cabareth; gGret the New Pony, by Fritz Oehlsehlaeger ; rISegal, Sachs and Fialeo, Architects, build anything from a toothpick to a chicken coop. On the front page was a large notice reading, IIJohn Hilberg, the butcher, has invented a new way to kill cowsf and following this heading was a long account of the marvelous invention. In the theatrical news there was an announcement read- ing, See The XVaiff now playing at the Syrique Theater, with Cara Baer in the leading role as the waif? 23 The next view was the inside of a home. There in front of me was Amelia Nagel. You remember in her oratorical essay she said that the IZVlothet should rule the Home. Well, she certainly has put it into practice. Next I see a great school, similar to old Woodward. but much larger and grander. The ground is covered with green grass and Howers and there is no unsightly fence to give a prison appearance to the temple of learning. I see a white-haired old man accosted by a middle aged woman. How do you do Mr. Jol-mston.PH she says, III guess you do not remember me. I am Hilda Shilling of the Class of 1913. I have returned to look Over the new school and the records of the class. I am truly glad to see you and I will send for someone to guide you through the schooli As to the records, you may look through them here in the thce. And he brought out a time-worn ledger, which Hilda opened. IIAh, here it is,n she cried. iILetIs see, Emma Haslinger, no, not IIaSlinger any longer, and Marie Short married to Hi h-; hm, I knew that long ago; and Mildred Miller a missionary, Jennie Moreland, a gymnasium teacher, and Helen Braunwatt in France learning the Parisian tongue so as to teach to perfection in the Cincinnati schools,I She was interrupted in her perusal by a voice. Here is a boy, Hilda. This is young Tilden Gaddis' a son of one of your former schoolmates. I gaze intently at the red- haired youth, bashfully bowing to Hilda, and wonder who he could be. They go out of the ofhce and step into an elevator, which shoots them to the top hoor,

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ing the crowd in, is Inez Hughes; further on, another policewoman, arresting a drunken man, proves to be Lucille Mitchell. The cause of such a great crowd is soon apparent. The inaugural parade is slowly pro- gressing along the broad avenue. Soon appear the representatives of the ttYoung Womeifs Blaine Club. At the head is Elizabeth Shelley, as sprightly as ever. Following are many school friends, girls whom I little expected to see become suffragetteseCorinne Jones, Elizabeth Murphy, political leader in Kansas, Ruth Hartsell, governor of Panama, Agnes Widmeyer, of the previous cabinet. My attention is now attracted by the new president and his wife watching the parade. Looking closely, I recognize the features of Eugene Fox, our former classmate. Behind him stands the cabinet, DeArmand, Gerstle, and three women, required by a new law, Marie N ichols, Helen Bobe and Anna May Watkins. The scene again Shifts to a long Street. To the right and left are large buildings. I notice especially a magnificent edifice which has a bank 011 the ground lillilllllllillilllllllllllillllllllllllllllllllllll llli j . i 25 H001: On entering I discover that Phyl. Carr is presi- dent, while Harwood and Geenburg are behind the windows as cashiers. It is just three dclock and the bank closes. These three old Woodward boys go out of the building into the adjoining one, labeled ttRauscher it Spangenburg's Cafe. The next scene is again a newspaper ofhce. Spread in front of me is the adver- tising sheet with the following notices: Dormelly. Hartley and Schaengold, Clothiers ; KtHarwood and Wrede, Soap Manufacturersii ; ItTake Gartelmalfs Course in Cartooning : nVenosa and H'ickemeier, Artists and Architects ; HRead Al Lindsleyys latest book ; ttPic- tures drawn by Kincaid ; Kemp and Hill, Athletic Supplies ; UGO to the Ottenjohn Links ; tIHear Kinyon sing the latest song at Englehardtis five cent staref, There is a sort of haze passing over the picture, and in the distance I see a banquet room filled with bent old men and women. They all rise feebly to respond to the voice of the toastmaster. Like a voice from the grave I faintly hear, uTo the Class of 1913. Then the pic- ture fades from view and all is dark.