Woodward High School - Treasures Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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gs EP: September, 1917, and behold! we came, the Fresh- lnen. Little knowing what awaited us, we were a happy crowd, in fact a mob of seven hundred and forty-four. In the auditorium, where we were as- signed to our classes, we received our first introduc- tion to that ideal of our dreams-Woodward. Two eventful happenings marked our first year's sojourn there. One was the omitting of that bugbear, the midyear exams, and the other was the Senior girls' party for the Freshmen girls. At this latter event we hobnobbed with dignified Seniors as though we had always know themg but somehow we could not rid ourselves of that verdant feeling which distinguishes all Freshmen. During our first year we spent a large part of our spare time knitting for the soldiers and doing Red Cross work as our share in the struggle to make the world safe for democracy. When we assembled again, in the fall of 1918. to eagerly cast sadly dimin- long on that VVe had to resume our studies which we had so aside in June, we found our numbers ished. However, we could not grieve account. Other worries confronted us. write grisly things for English and biseet angles. germs and the like, and consider ourselves blessed in so doing. Again we were favored by Fate, inas- much as the midyear exams were once more omitted. So, treating the Freslnnen with utter disdain and envying the Seniors their superior airs, we joyously itxxix5x1xli1txii11xixixxxx xxixxtxuusxxssxuusnxxu:Quai xxxxxtxttnxtxtxxiiixixxus' O I 5 History of the Class 1921 52 I QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ' wended our way through the mysteries of geometry, shorthand, and what not to the end ot' another year. Our Junior year marked the beginning of real class spirit. Witli John McBride and Alma Rietman to guide us through all the numerous social events as well as other affairs, we fared forth to conquer new worlds,', so to speak. The minutes and monev we entrusted to Julia Kelly and Robert Gunkel. Then followed football games, dances, club meetings. and classes, and all that goes to make up a Junior year in high school. September. 1920, and behold! we came, the Seniors. VVe knew now what awaited us and realized the dignity of our position. The honor of upholding the traditions of a Senior class was conferred upon Elmer Franz and Alma Rietman, as president and vice president, and Blanche Redmon and Albert Richt, as secretary and treasurer. Not forgetting our Freslnnen days, we entertained the newcomers with a party that was enjoyed by all. One shadow was cast over our otherwise pleasant stay-dear Miss Armstrong was called to rest in the land of eternal life. Now we are nearing the close of the year that will see the ending of our high school days. Although we are somewhat saddened, the fact that we are bet- ter able to assume our place in the world will make the four years spent at Woodxvard a pleasant memory. Bl.,xNeHE R12nMoN. '21.

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og' uI'l0I'SlllI ef haee olim memizzisse i1wabi1'. -V1'rqil. Some day it will be pleasant to re1ne111ber these things. Other things too, no doubt, besides the Virgil I was translating, would afford pleasant mein- ories. How much more there was to our high school life than just the regular routine of study! Athletics --dances-friends. Friends! They were the most important of all. And where would they be in that mystical some day that my friendn Virgil re- ferred to so feelingly? What would they be doing? Half idly I gazed into the fire that blazed brightly before me. The flames-yellow, blue, green-which were dancing about the huge logs, made fairy pic- tures, that lasted but for a moment and then faded. But, like the fabled Phoenix, they gained new life, and from the ashes of each sprang up a new vision, still more beautiful than the preceding. And inter-- mingled with the fanciful scenes, ran the tuneful duet of the oldvbrass teakettle and the crackling of the l1',n5l'.y Haines. 1-1c'rUHE I The warning bell had rung. The last scurrying ootsteps in the corridor died away. As Esther Barg turned from the familiar view of Woodward Street, she sighed in relief. The duties of a history teacher are very trying. so the rest room proved soothing, indeed, after four bells of steady work. For goodness' sake, Kathryn, said Lillian Selt- zer, looking up from the chemistry papers she was 17 nsxxxnxxxxxxxxxixn 592 In the Flames ig. xxxxxnnxxvxxxxnx, I 43. I correcting, 'tstop humming scales! I should think teaching them would be enough for you, without singing them, toof, I don't suppose it's any worse than the everlasting clickety-clack of Charlotte Boyle's typewriting class, is it, Laura? asked Kathryn Maienschein. You ought to know, because you teach penmanship in the next room. Laura Berni's answer was not heard, for Mabel Stevenson, carrying a plate of delicious, golden- brown cookies, entered the room. No invitation was needed, and very soon the plate bore witness to ap- preciative appetites. These are fine, Mabel. Where did you get the recipe? asked Esther, as she reached for the last cookie on the plate. From Theo. Pack's cookbook. It's the best one published. Just ask for My Cook Book, by Theo Pack, at any bookstore. She's- There's a Chidlaw magazine cover! interrupted Kathryn. Do you see anything funny about it? Funny! No, indeed! exclaimed Laura indig- nantly. I think it's lovely. Doesn't that man's dress suit make an effective background? The picture looks like an ad for 'a skin you love to touch'. VVhy, it's Miriam Doherty! exclaimed Charlotte, looking over Laura's shoulder. I'd know her any- where. I wonder how long she's been posing for magazine covers?