Woodward High School - Treasures Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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,fx 'KX-'X fl 0 xx ,fj ESSE QUAM VID R X 4 5 WUUUWARD i it f by X E i J xxx ff . . . Our motto - has it been fulfilled? Yes, in one sense it has. We have finished our four years of high school and have striven to satisfy the qualifi- cations of a good American citizen. ln another sense our motto, Esse Quam Videri, is still in the process of development. What are we to do after graduation? Naturally all of us shall go into different fields -- medicine, law, teaching, social work. Yet our motto, It is better to be than to seem to be, shall linger in our minds regardless of the field we choose, for its meaning is yet to be applied to our life's work. Our thoughts begin to revolve around more serious problems as we grow older but we are not really ending our carefree schooldays. How often in the years to come shall we turn back the great clock of time as we turn the pages of our Memory Book --The Woodward Annual. The never-to-be-forgotten remembrances shall creep into our minds as we reminisce aided by the pictures of clubs, teachers, classmates, and our very special friends. We can never forget the many incidents experienced at school dances, football games, and plays, but we do realize that we are passing from this milestone to a future filled with greater responsibilities. The class of 1950 sincerely hopes that future Woodward students con- tinue to uphold the ideals and tradition that Woodward High School has gained because of the firm will and determination of Woodward graduates to carry out their motto, Esse Quam Videri. May we, the class of 1950, never forget the unceasing efforts of our teachers and advisors in helping us achieve the desired qualities of scholar- ship, leadership, citizenship, and, most of all, our motto, Esse Quam Videri.

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fsff-Nfx ff o M xox X , 1 essrqum vmzm f X The oldest high school west of the Alleghenies -this is Woodward High School. Old Woodward has seemingly changed a great deal since William Woodward, its founder, provided for the building of this first Cincinnati high school in 1831. Actually it has not changed. True, there has been more than one Woodward High School, but there has been only one Wood- ward Spirit -though time may change the appearance of the building, it will never change the spirit on which the institution was founded. This spirit has been handed down from class to class, not as any written document, but as something intangible, not seen, and yet ever present. The Spirit had its birth in a small two-story brick building which was the first Woodward. With the addition of another floor in 1841, more of the Cincinnati youth were given opportunity to share with others the spirit and traditions of the school. For fourteen years, this building echoed and re-echoed the tread of young Woodward feet - then in 1855 gave way to a greater structure. This building was purely Gothic, pronounced in its architectural design and beauty. For more than half a century, the building of 1855 continued its sublime mission of service and usefulness. lt stood as the representative of high ideals of life, of loyalty to home and to nation, of strong minds and great names, of consecrated teaching and high standards of scholarship. It semed almost sacrilege that it, too, should have to bow down before the onward progress of the times. Yet it had to be. In 1910, there came another Woodward, the building of today - much greater, much grander, rising its maiestic dignity towards the skies, even at its creation glorified by the sacred spirit and tradition of the Woodwards of the past and earnestly resolved to uphold and preserve them untar- nished and undimmed in the years that were about to come. For forty years, the present Woodward has continued its work of immeasurable benefit and blessing to the youth of our city - for forty years, it has through consecrated teaching exalted high and noble ideals-for forty years, it has annually sent forth hundreds of young men and women to fill positions of honor and trust throughout the length and breadth of our great land -for forty years, it has raised its head in conscious pride at the contemplation of its long years of service and usefulness. And let us say in the beautiful language of a poetess of our own dear Woodward - Bide in these walls, O spirit of the place, Else have they built in vain, who built anew - Breathe honor here and loyalty and truth And high desire and laying down of life. And when the day has come, in time's stern round, When these walls shall crumble and decay, Still hover near, O spirit of the Place, Until a newer habitation stands ln dedication to those deathless things Beyond decay and irony of time.