Minerva High School - Crescent Yearbook (Minerva, OH)

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IQCRLSCCCL TQQ A STRUGGLE FOR KNOWLEDGE The war is over! After four, long, dreary years of fighting, the twenty-ninth regiment of the M. H. S. brigade has at last conquered the forces which have tried to prevent it from gaining Knowledge. lt was not a struggle with human beings, but a struggle with books, the weapons were not swords and guns, but rather, pencils, paper, diction- aries and the like, the fighting took place, not on a horrible, mud- covered battle field, but in the study hall and class rooms of Minerva High School. The Hrst battle began in the fall of 1925. Regiment 29 was new on the field and many a private felt his knees shake and his lips quiver as he was called to arms. However, with Colonel Dare Ralston to lead them and Brigadier General DeWitt to direct their course, the youthful soldiers certainly did not let the enemy ride over them. Owing to the transference of Officers DeWitt and Ralston, the regiment entered the second year with new leaders, Colonel Walter Freed and Brigadier General Trainer. There had been a few desert- ers, but the major part remained to carry on the strife and well they did it, too. Of course all of the time was not taken up with fighting. In fact, each year there were many happy hours spent in games and in watching plays given for the entertainment of the weary troops. During the third year Brigadier General Trainer was again the guiding officer and Colonel Mike Forzano was placed in immediate command of the twenty-ninth regiment. By this time the soldiers were well versed in the use of camouflage and the members of one battalion Qchemistryj were gassed. At last the twenty-ninth regiment reached the Front. The officers who directed the attacks in the final decisive campaigns were Briga- dier General Esper and Colonel Thomas Weir. In this fourth year the troops were no longer afraid, but plowed right through the enemy. Although there were no medals given, the soldiers of the twenty-ninth regiment will carry forever, in their minds, the rewards of that four year struggle for Knowledge. -Mary A. Thomas Class Historian Page Twenty Ihre:

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IQCHLSQCH TQQ Page Twenty-two SENIOR CLASS Patron .............,...... Mr. R. J. Esper President ........ . . . Thomas Weir Vice President .... ..... L indsey Tope Secretary ....... .......... C ecil Rue Treasurer ...... . . . Pauline Stonehill Class Historian . . . Cheer Leader .............. George Steineck . . . . Mary A. Thomas COLORS Crimson and Black Morro El CLASS FLOWER Red Rose CLASS YELL Yea Crimson! Yea Black! We've got the pep! We've got the Whack! '29 ........ That's our line Seniors Seniors '29

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Page IQCHL SICK TQQ Srninr Gllaaa lirnphrrg Some time ago when I was returning home from Canton after hav- ing made arrangements to enter a training school for nurses, I be- came drowsy and before long was fast asleep. I was aroused, sud- denly, by a tap on my shoulder. Are you going to sleep all day?' inquired a familiar voice. I turned around and saw Lucille Filliez dressed in a nurse's uniform. Looking about, I saw that I was in a huge bus crowded with people. Then I remembered. It seemed strange that I should have forgotten that I was a graduate nurse on my way to the National Nurses' Convention at New York City. Besides Lucille and myself, other nurses of the M. H. S. class of '29, Mary Slates, Lucille Eick, and Margaret Weaver, were also in the bus. After we had talked over old times and our adventures since we had left high school, we turned our attention to numerous magazines and papers which were in pockets under the windows. Having looked over them thoroughly we found only three really in- teresting facts: namely, that Dorothy Risher was the owner of tne White Wing Buses, one of which we were riding ing that Carl Rue was the editor of the Chicago Gazette, and that Roy Koch was an- nouncing the opening of his Correspondence School of Grammar. While we were marveling at the heights to which our former classmates had risen, a new bus driver took his place at the steering wheel. As soon as he removed his cap we recognized Terry Ewing. When we reached New York we Went to Hotel Forzano, which, as the name implies, was owned by Mike Forzano, We signed our names in a large book that the busy clerk shoved toward us. We learned later that the clerk was Adolph Fry. In the elevator there was a large, easy chair, which Mr. Forzano had put there to induce the elevator man, Walter Freed, to keep his job. As the other nurses had not yet arrived for the convention, we five decided to walk around and view the sights of the metropolis. On leaving the hotel we passed Roy Baunach, a big Butter and Egg man from Ohio. We saw a crowd gathered before a municipal build- ing so we hurried in that direction. From snatches of conversation we gathered, the people were being kept out of the courtroom until some minor case had been disposed of. I don't know why, unless it was because of our uniforms, anyhow, we were admitted. To our surprise we found that we knew several of the people in the room. The plaintiff in the case was Francis Davies, who charged that his milk truck had been demolished by a lumber truck, belonging to Earl Cox, the defendant. The court stenographer was Bessie Gamble, the small policeman at the door was Oscar Shaw, and Mr. Davies' lawyer was Atty. John Tope. Of course we weren't allowed to in- terrupt court proceedings so we left without greeting our friends. We next attended a style show at the shoppe of Madame Modeste, who proved to be Amanda Leggett. Among the models were Mildred Pedlar, Katherine O'Donne11, and Ruth Crawford. Our time was limit- ed so we didn't stay there as long as we might have. Twenty-four