Woodward High School - Treasures Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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The llAnnual Minstrels performed for the hrst time that year on March 27, A. D., 1903i Ed Bauer and his borrowed two pounds of iceh as shirt studding oEciated in the capacity of interlocutor, Didn't those bones rattle that night and those tambos tamb and didnt that chorus bray! If it had not: been for the chorus there would not have been a show at all. Looking back upon that scene, one recalls that most popular song, one that appealed to our thirsty souls now even as it did then: Down Where the Wiirtzberger Flows, sung with great applause by one L. Freiberg. But better still was that wonderful ragrtime ditty llWho Frew Dem Chicken Feathers lRound Ma Door? more jazzy than the jazziest noise now perpetrated on the wireless public. The artist who sang the song received as an expression of appreciation a beau' tiful bouquet of one cabbage surrounded by a collar of fragrant carrots and hotthouse turnips. Our boy wonder on that occasion was Milt Plant, at the piano If it had not been for Milt that chorus would have ended flat on its back at the conclusion of every song. After we had washed off the cork, we found that we had achieved at least $85.00 with which to finance that hrst and most glorious copy of all Annuals which any class ever produced, , To prove it, look at the advertisements. There you will see the Smith and Nixon Piano Coi They made the only guar' anteed Music Box; its tone was advertised to be sweet, soft and vibrant like unto a sucking dove. uA most welcome companion in the home. The price, $10.00. Can you equal that in these days? Is it any surprise to us that they called it the IlRegina? Then there was G. Henshaw advertising LlAntique Furniture Reproductions. Does that sound modern.7 Apparently the antique supply had been exhausted as early as 1903, for they were making reproductions even then. I wonder if our supposedly wiser younger generation is being .lspoofed, by the genuineI' antiques sold today WalkrOver Shoes for Men come next at $350. Those were the good old walking days! Imagine a shoe for that price now. Coffee by McCombs was sold at 23': a pound. Think of it! HOur special brand, delicious and fragrantf and just over the page Young and Carl wants to sell you Permanent Artistic Photographs. They evidently suspected that their competitors had not achieved the fine art of making permanent products. I wdnder if some of us wished we had not patronized Young and Carl. 3-! Now we come to the best part of the book, the Annual Staff: z'That was an intellie gentelooking group! Look at those girls with their ten'inCh pompadOurs, and those long flowing locks of the sterner sex! Further on we see those beautiful though not very flattering captions drawn by Pernice, with inserts by Stuhlman, the Hecker girls and Werner, then that silhouetted Cupid by M. L. P. Poor Cupid looks as if he had motheatenwings. Why he should be anchored to windward with a box camera is something I never could understand. That Senior Class! In that group you will find the lovely Della; she certainly must have had six or eight Wrats captive in that contraption called a llpompadourh which she wears. There you will also find Ed, the busiest business manager the Oracle ever had, and below him Stan, an erudite Greek with a silvery voice. Further on is a musician of note, our beloved Irene. I wonder if her fingers still shame the ivory keys o'er which they danced so lightly A little further along we see charming Alice, Anna, and Daisy. What a fine looking lot of girls and how their starched collars and shirtwaists must have annoyed them! Of course we had a picture of the Athletic Committee. What Annual is comr plete without it? Then we come to the photographs of the teams. To qualify there one had to have long hair and a turtleenecked sweater and shin guards made of quarr ter'inch steel. Men were men in those days! Our favorite athletic song was entitled IIThere Is A Hole In The Bottom Of The Sea. I am glad to learn that the Art League is still in existence. It was founded on December 15', 1902, and I recall with pleasure the ingenious schemes that were invented by us to pry the five cent pieces, once a month, from our fellow students, I under' Page Sixteen l ,

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Will you be good enough, please, to extend a cordial invitation to all of my classmates, or I might say, to all of the loyal friends of Woodward, to come and see my husband and me? With kindest regards to all of my former associates and classmates and greetings and best wishes to the class of EL'29 , I am Cordially yours, LULU MOORE KEVAN, 641 Lafayette Ave, Mount Vernon, N. Y. 54V? Miss Louise Dohrman Editor The Woodward Annual Dear Miss Dohrman: t It is most thoughtful of you, Miss Editor, to think of us who twentydive years ago published the hrst Woodward Annual. The class of OS can also claim another honor, for we had a prominent hand in publishing the iirst Oracle. Thanks to succeeding classes, they both live and are better than ever. But to retrospect Picture the old building occupying only part of the block now occupied, the brick and pebble yard, the old iron fence where at recess the pretzel man furnished lunch at one cent per pretzel, and you could have all the mustard you wanted. There was the old yard that served first for a drill and parade ground for our two companies of cadets. We were iilmed once and shown at Keith s theater! Movies were new then and it was some thrill to be filmed. Then came football practice when every tackle meant a massage by those aforementioned pebbles and bricks. It is a wonder we ever had any skin on our faces, hands or shoulders. The gym was a separate building and after practice we removed the grime at an ordinary wash bowl in cold water. Showers and hot water were unknown. The entrance to the gym was our favorite trysting place and there I made my first date with a girl to attend a dance. Dr. P005, who preceded Dr. Rettich, invented a game called Poos ball 010w center balD and the intereclass rivalry was pretty keen during the series of games before the champions were selected. I would like to ask Rufe Maddux, Ed Kammeron, and Ed Kennedy if they remem' her Miss Neff's class in cooking for boys only Those basement walls could tell SOme good stories. Another favorite room was the hrst from the Sycamore Street entrance. It was never open on Monday, for we had a colony then. In the room were statues and figures of cones and cubes, and drawing boards and charcoal pencils. That same teacher is now your principal, and when I went to Woodward he did not have an enemy. I trust the same situation exists today. But years make changes, and many of those teachers, than whom none were better, are gone. Major Van Dyke, how he could make you like literature! Miss OIConnell, Miss Armstrong, Miss Stubbs, Miss Fillmore, Miss Mosbaugh, Miss Burnet, Mr. Brader and Iipap Paboclie. Miss Donnelly and Miss Diserens are still carrying on. Ask any former student and he will tell you that these teachers were in a class by themselves. I am just oldlfashioned enough to believe their system and methods were better than the present ones, and I bet we had a. lot better time, BROWN MCGILL, The R. F. Johnston Paint Co, Cincinnati. QJKZK Miss Louise Dohrman Editor, Woodward Annual. Dear Miss Dohrman: It was a great and glorious success, that 1903 Annualithat is, if you did not count the deficit that our management rolled up and which, like a bottomless pit, swale , lowed all of our monumental Minstrel Show profit. Page Fifteen

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stand that the substantial evidence of those first two yearsa prying is still to be seen in your splendid new building. Finally, we leap through the pages of mystic societies. The most mystical of all was the Mystic Seven. Seven good and strong men adorn that picture, but what the eighth One had to do with it we never could hhd out. We were inclined to think that that was one of subtlest Of all the mysteries, Then there is that group of young de' moiselles mysteriously called the M. O. B. We preferred to call them the Mystic Order of Beau Catchers. I believe if put to- it I could prove that the original and long since perfected method of Ltnecking was invented at one of their parties. D0111 ask me to go into detail I understand that the girls are all married 110W, but not to any of the objects of their original experiments. I challenge the class of 1929 to produce such a notable group as these their illusv trious predecessors! OTTO STUHLMAN, JRl Office of the Department of Physics, The University of North Carolina CAVE Miss Louise Dohrman Editor, Woodward Annual, Dear Miss Dohrman: As I sit here, twentyefive years after the birth of the first Annual, with this little blue book, a veritable storehouse of memories, before me, reminiscences of these happy school days hll my mind I picture those grim old halls and the annexed gymnasium tused for both athletic and social eventsy, and the faces of my teachers. How many opportunities the pupils of today have! But I doubt if7 with all these advantages, the youth of today can have a more binding affection for their Alma Mater than the youth of yesterday For many of us in the Class of 1903, the last year of high school marked the close of school life, Commencement was the big event, the culmination of four years of active school work. To some it was a reliefito others a regret, but for all there was a touch of sadness in leaving friends, associations, and familiar surroundings. Wishing to have some tangible remembrance of our senior year at old Woodward, we decided to publish an Annual. We were very proud of this first issue of the An, nual, but little did we realize the tremendous effect it would have on future graduates. For those of us who worked on this issue, it has been a tie which has bound us to our Alma Mater forever. Twenty years later, this little book was of great service in helping us gather to, gether our graduates; and upon that occasion it was resolved to present to the school with a memorial in the form of a Rookwood Fountain, which was placed in position on the twenty'fifth anniversary of our graduation. NORMA CORNELIUS STUEBING. Page Seventeen