Woodward High School - Treasures Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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THE ORACLE

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IVBLASS lIflIllIfSCllf4DllRClY Fiaw years ago we entered Wood' ward as freshmen to take up the colorful life of high school students. But our youthful ardor was soon damp' ened, for we found our new surroundings quite bewildering. We were abashed by the awefinspiring members of the Faculty and upper classes, and dismayed by the numerous bell signals, programs, schedules, door numbers, floor numbers, up and down stairs, corridorfskating and deten' tion rules and countless other puzzling features. Moreover, we were objects of ridicule and practical jokes inflicted largely by sophomores. However, before the year was over, we believed ourselves well on the road to getting a higher education. After our summer vacation, we returned to school as sophomores, very conscious of our superior position over wretched little freshies, and with the memory of our own past suffering, we were quick in retaliation. School life became more absorbing with our participation in school clubs and athf letics. Our advent into social affairs was climaxed by the Sophomore Getftogether Party. We were fortunate enough to be given important parts in the Woodward Centennial Pageant which was then under way. However, our ever pressing studies were becoming more or less of a grind for our adventuresome spirits, and the sum' mer vacation came as a welcome intervenf tion. As juniors, having outfgrown our pref vious flightiness, we came to realize that the business of getting an education was a serious one, and we set to the task with renewed vigor. The highlight of this year was the production of the Pageant com' memorating the hundredth anniversary of our school, a celebration which we helped to make a success. We cofoperated also in the publication of the elaborate Centenf nialfPageant Annual. The honor roll throughout the year testified to our high scholarship. We took a more important part in clubs and athletics, elected our class officers and put over the BfA Party with huge success. On class day we accepted the gavel from the seniors with the great' est sense of responsibility. The' presiden' tial speech on that occasion is worthy of ref membrance. And now we had attained the much' coveted and long dreamedfof rank of seniorship. We elected our class officers and ORACLE executives, and gave our sub' stantial support and active interest to school activities. We were successful in our social undertakings which included the AfB Party and the Girls' Big Sister and Halloween Parties. The Dramatic Club under Mrs. Trinkle's direction prof duced two splendid plays, and many seniors participated in the International Medley given, first ,for Parents' Day and, later, for the alumni. We effected changes in our school publication, THE GRACLE, increasing its format but reducing the is' sues to five. Due' to the financial plight of the time we were forced to relinquish the customary Annual. Now that class day has come, we look back over our school life with fond reminf iscences, and with regret we bid Wood' ward goodbye. VIVIAN Foucs, DOROTHEA Bock. 19

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jjlfilllsfkgg llDRlDlll9llfllllE5ll2Clfl EDITORlS NOTE: We found this docw ment in our mail box. The things reported are so strangely ont of relation to all sense of time that we can only suspect that the young travelers, Dorothea Bock and Or' vine Price, must have entered one of the rockets they describe and must have been shot out of time and space into 1943. Def cide for yourself whether they were actnf ally shot or merely halffshot. THE RIVIERA, july 4, 1943. Dear Mr. Macke: We are over here in Europe having a grand time. When we heard that you were made City Manager of Cincinnati, we def cided. to write you our congratulations and to tell you all about our pleasant trip. Right off, when we reached New York, we saw Nelson Achzehner, famous conf noisseur of women, with his follies girls, M. Gudgeon, C. Van Combos, O. Nineff, Rose Lynch, and R. Diers. In the same night club, we were surprised to find a talented trio including A. Armor, J. Frost, and L. Slusser accompanied by M. Ehrenf berg and Rubinoff Nuhring. Our old classfmates, Posey, Oden, and Rousseau were waitersfinfchief, while M. Taylor, Parker, and Ralls were doing specialty tap dances. We visited Marie Norton and Norma Stuhlman, who were running a school for gold diggers on Broadway with A. Back, J. O'Connell, and R. Reams as students. We saw Autenrieb, L. Brown, and Bell drive ing steam shovels under the supervision of Collins. Before we could speak to them, we noticed policemen Bierbaum, Tessel, and Weeks on their motorcycles chasing Mastrullo, the millionaire playfboy. By the way, Bellstedt, Dahling, and Murphy are employed as salesmen for a flea exterminaf tor company. Donaldson, Henn, Horton, and Moran were just elected city dog' catchers. Caito and Hicks were selling sudless soap on the corner near the one where Fiermark and Weiner were peddling fish. Lloyd Floyd and Grimm were jointly running a hand laundry. Fricke and Marge Boehm have been jerking sodas for Fricke Bros., Inc. One afternoon we met John R. Salzman, who is reputed to be rushing a certain New York debutante for her money. He told us that Clemmie Kovach, and M. L. Franklin are married to prize fighters. Ward and Simpson were running a combination barber shop and shoe shin' ing parlor, with V. Bounds, W. Craig, and C. Robinson as manicurists. B. Gare ner, M. Baxter, and C. Rogers were tele' phone operators at the Ritz. When we went to the Roxie to see H. Lykins' latest picture, in which L. McCoy plays, we heard M. ,Gray and MacFat' ridge, the harmony boys, and met little Eva Camery, the star reporter of the New York Times. Imagine our surprise when we almost ran down F. Taylor, E. Sweeny, R. Schoenle, and B. Schoondorp, who were doing house to house canvassing with Real Silk Stockings. We lunched with Douthit, newly elected president of the famous New York Insurance Company. His secretary is M. Winterhalter. We saw Freese, Martin, Kofi, and Epstein in the same hash house. They are agents for the Heckova Watch Company, having as their motto, time and tide wait for no man. They told us that A. Moscovitz, L. Whiteford, M. 21