Woodward High School - Treasures Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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THE WINDOW THE dismissal bell rang. The day had been especially trying, .md as I shut;- d: mended the steps, iwndered if it was all worth while. Halfway akm-n l gwrd .and mechanically glanced at the memonal windw. Thea m swprise I Imdx'm again. A may ahaiftgqf sunlight had flltered through the gins. and smhou the central figuxe of thefdndow seemed transhgured. Truly, I had never appreciated the . hauty of the windtww before; and as my eyes wandered from the noble figure at William Woodward, standing in the prow of the small rowboat. gazing over the shores. 1; i t I Of our own MW!!! Ohio, my mind flirted aver the story of his life. How, as a. young ' ' ' man, he had some item Connectmut, westward; how he had bought wide farm lands a 3' . 1 . covering the m ground on which nu: scheoi today stands; how, through iabor and f diligence, he had become prosperous; and haw himseff childless, he had had the viskr': of greater oppmtunity for the children of other men And through Eoyalty to that, w'ainn, his dream had come true I looked at the fiveschool houses which adorned the horde: m' the. muted W 1nd as I looked, the windowseemed t0 gmw and expand; than the th of theme Em buildings came streams of young peopie, who muted mm mm the amt wak- alf Mi? And from the ceritral tigure came a vase, which said, Why are YIN My? What trivial troublegtburden your heart? Look dmmgh the windtww .md we? I loohed again atthe window, and I saw that stream of boys and girls fawn the doors of the hve bilildi-ngs spread itself over the whole world. I saw doctors in distant cities fighting the piagues 0f the eartha-e-I saw engineers -apanning gram riveraE-I saw teachers in schools and colleges unraveling the mysteries 0f the ages-I heart! the immortal music of great musiciansH-I saw clergyman eamv catty speaking the ward of qu-l saw, in countless homes, mothers of familiesel saw chemists in their labotatortee-J saw laborers at their humble tasks. And the Voice spoke again ' What is a man'sipersoml dzsappointment? What are-heartaches? What is future? Look through the mdow of your vision Win you leave your ghoul and say, 1 have failed, because I had no courage? Face your dtasulties smiie and serve yaw feliow- men! . - I came to myseif with a mm The M nf mnlight was gone: the wmdow seemed ' - as befm hut in my? heart ,1 knew it would ante! agam be a commonplace of the school to me The Spirit of William Windward had spoken NATALIE ATKINSUN, 79. Page Five

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THE WINDOW THE dismissal bell rang. The day had been especially trying, and as I slowa de' scended the steps, I wondered if it was all worth while. Halfway down, I stopped, and mechanically glanced at the memorial window. Then, in surprise, I looked again. A stray shaft of sunlight had iiltered through the glass, and somehow, the central figure of the window seemed transfigured. Truly, I had never appreciated the beauty of the window before; and as my eyes wandered from the noble figure of William Woodward, standing in the prow of the small rowboat, gazing over the shores of our own beautiful Ohio, my mind flitted over the story of his life. How, as a young man, he had come from Connecticut, westward; how he had bought wide farm lands covering the very ground on which our school today stands; how, through labor and diligence, he had become prosperous; and how, himself childless, he had had the vision of greater opportunity for the children of other men. And through loyalty to that vision, his dream had come true I looked at the five school houses which adorned the border of the pictured window, and as I looked, the window seemed to grow and expand; from the doors of those jive buildings came streams of young people, who poured- down into the great vale of life. And from the central figure came a Voice, which said, Why are you unhappy? What trivial troubles burden your heart? Look through the window and see! I looked again at the window, and I saw that stream of boys and girls from the doors of the Five buildings spread itself over the whole world. I saw doctors in distant cities fighting the plagues of the earth--I saw engineers spanning great riverseI saw teachers in schools and colleges Linravding the mysteries of the ageseI heard the immortal music of great musiciansz saw Clergymen earnl estly speaking the word of God-I saw, in countless homes, mothers of familiesAI saw chemists in their laboratoriesil saw laborers at their humble tasks. And the Voice spoke againee ' siWhat is a manIs personal disappointment? What are heartaches? What is failure? Look through the window of your vision. Will you leave your school and say, II have failed, because I had no courage? Face your difficuIties, smiie, and serve your fellow: men? I came to myself with a start The shaft of sunlight was gone; the window seemed as before, but in my heart I knew it would never again be a commonplace of the school to me. The Spirit of William Woodward had spoken, NATALIE ATKINSON, 29. Page Five