Woodward High School - Treasures Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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CLASS HISTORY YEARS ago, when we First entered Woodward High School, we felt somewhat like the Eskimos whom a gentleman had brought to London, He wished to amuse and at the same time astonish them, with the magnificence of the metropolis. For this purpose, having equipped them like English gentlemen, he took them out one morning, to walk through the streets of London. They walked for several hours in silence; they expressed neither pleasure nor admiration at anything they saw. When their walk was ended they appeared melancholy and stupefied; as soon as they got home, they sat down, with their elbows upon their knees, and their faces between their hands. The only words they could be brought to utter were, llToo much smokeitoo much noise mtoo much housesetoo much menetoo much everything, On our entrance as Freshmen into the much everything of Woodward, we were received with malicious glee by a certain band of wild beings, called Sophomores, who, because of their fierce taste for Freshman blood, pounced upon us daily and caused us to suffer much. But strangely enough, after a short time we acquired the customs of our oppressors, defended ourselvesAand our strangeness were away. The Sophomore and Junior years passed without any events of particular note. They went along smoothly, without discord, without strife, without rivalry. But as soon as we entered the Senior year, the scenes changed, At once things began to happen. Mary E. Fuldner was elected President; Jack Rich, VicelPresident; Emma Rieck, Secretary: Robert Sharp, Treasurert The football team was the best put in the field for many seasons, and although our boys won only half their games, they gave their opponents the hght of their lives. In basketball our boys brought home the bacon, winning the Enquirer Trophy for the third time, thus keeping it permanently at the school. The swimming team, though small in number, performed great deeds with Reino E10 as captain. Our Oracle was, as usual, handled in fine style and proved to be a source of pleasure for the student body. Social life inhour Senior year was marked with the usual parties in which the hllive wires of Our Class provided the ufireworks. Miss Doultonls Orchids, a two act comedy presented by the Dramatic Club under the personal direction of Mrs. Trinkle, went over llbigl with the students and incidentally demonstrated the dramatic talent which is present in our Class ' Looking back over the years Of our high school life, we realize increasingly that they have been a source of blessing and cause of rejoicing We are not so puEed up with pride as to imagine that our class will occupy the highest place in the records of this institution: still, we have struggled perseveringly and bravely, and believe we have attained a creditable record. ROBERT HASSELBECK, T29. Page Twentytsix

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L :EMMA mean i- ' , ,SECRETARX 5,. '4 ROBERT SHARP '1 TREASURER. Page TwentvaQv-e

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MEMORIES In the thrall 0f searing sorrows, in the light of lilting joy, In the hope of new tomorrows, in the flight of fortune coy, There will fall some little word That will wake a wistful chord That will start a furtivc tear; On the restless tossing waves, on the unfamiliar shore, By the loneliness of graves, by the hearth within our door, Like a pang of newborn pain There will come some old refrain Of the days of yester year. In the rush of fleeting hours, in the mellow calm of age, By the height of mighty towers, by the stretch of desert sage We may note some little thing 7 That will thronging visions bring From the buoyant days of youth. In the light of gleaming gold, in the drab of misery gray, In the wintei'qs stinging cold, in the laughing warmth of May There will come a quickening thought Which with gladness will be fraught From those early founts of truth. In the throes of stormy passion, in the quiet folds of grace, In the pose of fickle fashion, in the strain of fevered race, There will rise a shadowy hand From that far off early land Beckoning from Woodwardls walls. In the call of evlry station, in the sun of evlry clime, In the hazard of temptation, in the flicklring hope of time ' There will be some golden cord That will draw us gently toward Our dear Alma Materls halls HARRY GRAFF, 229. Page Twentyescven