Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Pistols - - Er - r - Crystals HE johnson household was one of those unpredictable phenomena about which people just throw up their arms and say- I don't believe it! All that just couldn't happen Linder one roof ! l In the library, Barb, a staunch member of the bobby-sox brigade, was complete- ly under the spell of her ideal hunk o' man king, Frankie Sinatra. Time after time, with disgruntled moans, she would increase the volume to drown out the squeals of young Willie, supposedly being persecuted by his father, who insisted it was time now that Willie parted with his last baby tooth. Walt, stop being so childish and let Willie alone so Barb can listen to her program, you know she has to report on it at the next 'Bobby Sox' meeting, said Martha. By the way, don't forget we have a dinner engagement at judge Har- grove's tonight. You'd better get ready now, you know how long it takes you to fix your tie. Barb sighed and stared blissfully into the gold fish bowl as she listened in peace to The Voice. . At last all seemed quiet on the john- son front and Walt stood at the mirror to give his tie that last touch. Are you ready, Martha? he asked. Yes, except to put my beads on. That's funny, they aren't here. I wore them to Molly Crockett's tea just last Tuesday and I distinctly remember put- ting them back in this jewelry case. Excitement over a string of beads is rare unless they happen to have the en- dearing past that these jewels have, They were handed down from generation to generation to the eldest girl of the fam- ily. When she attained the age of twenty- one they were presented to her by her mother and were cherished throughout her life, or until her daughter reached the age of twenty-one. Now, Martha, don't get excited over them, you've no doubt misplaced them. PATRICIA FRITTER '45 In a few days they'll turn up, your mem- ory often plays tricks on you, smiled Walt. jumping to her feet Martha rum- maged through the jewel box once more and finally answered her husband, No, I'm sure they were right here. Walt, do you suppose that girl I had clean the house stole them? Or maybe somebody broke in last night when we went to the movie. No matter, we aren't going any- where until I find them. Half smiling, yet a trifle worried, Walt suggested asking the children if they knew anything about the missing crystals. I'll ask them, he stated helpfully. Ouch! who in heaven's name left this skate in the hall? I almost broke my neck. It was me, Pop, snickered Willie. Listen here, Willie, this is no time for jokes. Do you know what happened to Mother's beads? Haven't seen them, Pop, answered Willie. What do they look like? Oh! never mind, Walt said pain- fully. Where is Barb? Leaning down to pick up the skate, Willie grinned wearily. Don't know, Pop, she's around somewhere. What's up, Dad , , . I heard a terrible bang? Did Willie's bed fall down again? asked Barb. Gripping his back, Walt said, No, not this time, but I want to ask you something. Have you seen . . . Excuse me Dad, that must be jim. It's Saturday and my night out. Bye now! Kiss Mother for me! In a frenzy Martha ran down the stairs and grasped the phone. Hello, police station, this is Mrs. Walter John- son, 710 Keaton Road. Somebody has stolen my prize crystals! No, no, not my pistols. What in the world would I be doing with pistols? Crystals, C as in call. That's right. Their value? Approx- imately two thousand dollars. Come right away. Yes, 710 Keaton Road. My heavens, Walt, I may never find 8 THE SCROLL

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clearly links our I9-ii issue with the very tirst one. Baby Scroll opened its tiny eyes dur' ing the period immortalized recently by Our Hearts XX'ei'e Young and Gay. The twenty-nine seniors tsome ot' whom created in their circle as great a sensation by their newly-bobbed heads as the con- current Mac Swiney hunger strike, were very coitlieur-minded, which helped to bring about infant Scroll solilocluizing on the modern girl. XXfhen the baby ap- peared the editors were so proud ol the little creature that they sought recognif tion lor it from the great and those who were in high places. Copies ol' it were sent to Cardinal Gibbons. President-elect Harding, Dr. 'lanies Wlalsh, Father Charles I.. O'Donnell, C.S.C. fpoet, priest, and personal friend of our teacher and moderatorl. Katherine Bregy and several others, Their comments were printed in the second issue. By 192-i-li liaby Scroll no longer had to struggle for existence. She was old enough to make demands and, spoiled darling as she was. all the editors gave in to her demands lor a spring dress ol cream and blue. Sisii-in INIAM' josicifii. t7.S.lf. thlargaret Seewald 'JU G l'l'l'filIf.fS To ull the Siflqg'-Il'Ul'li'l'l'S of llrr' past quarter I't'l1ilIll'y., Sister plneilla. nmrleralor IUIU-I927. 1'.YI4'll4l.s lwarliesl rvmgratula- lions nn. lliiis silver jubilee of their 1Il'l0l'1'l1 Slffffllili. To luv' rlear Srru1lr'r's -ifrlilors. man- agers. artists -of llwsv first sever: years. she serials. in alltli- ltllll. a host of happy nwnmries anrl a. .sllvaf of grateful prayers. Ol all the thrills in editing the Scroll during '37-'28, the greatest was when we climbed to the top of the bare scal- lolding ot' the halt-completed Rosary Cathedral and gazed tar across the city. Mas. D. Maman tMary Campbell 'Jsy 'l'he Senior Scroll of 1929 -f- what memories are recalled to that Diamond jubilee class. Oh! we struggled in ex- tolling the virtues of each graduate. And we dedicated our Scroll to the daughters ot' the King, our dear Ursuline-s. Mics. ALLAN I-IAAs tliunice lihinger 'DJJ 0 -- 0 I can still see us standing at the load, ing dock of the post otlice, with stacks of newly printed Scrolls to be mailed, when we tirst heard ol' the death ol Knute Rockne, through the shouts ol' the newsboysf' CATHIERINIE lJliA'I I' '53 0 ---li 0 The class of 'Bri was concentrated on but two issues ol' the Scroll. The Christ- mas number contained as its chief feature delightful verses about the Christ Child. tDare we boast of the Scholastic honor rating received for this issue?j Isa.-K'I'HliRlNli V7liS'I'MIIYliR '5-i 0 ling- 0 The Battles ol Printing, Proolread- ing and Material Gathering were as seri- ous to us then as the Battles of Midway, Saipan and the Philippines are today. The wonder is how we achieved any amount ol' success in those Battles ol 'S6! Mas. Ciiaiuiis IE. Mluwiiv tVirginia Gelin 'Boy o -f-ev+- o One could never be too certain that the flowering poets would not wither too soon. We can even stake claim to several original features: the 'Have You Never Met' column and the lirst liction serial, 'The Siren-Chaser.' Mas. joiirsi M. Sin-'iutv thlary Iillen King 'BSB 0 Y----T 0 I recall a day in january when two editors sat, heads bent over a blank piece ol' paper upon which they hoped would miraculously be written the history ol' the Ursulines in Toledo. Pfvriucgia Mc1IN'rosii '-i-1 0 il- 0 Needless to say, the happiest day ol my editorial life was that momentous day in May, when the Wi-l Scroll made its debut as the lirst yearbook ol St. Ursula Academy. Cmtoi. RYAN 'ii THE SCROLL 7

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them and Barbara will be deprived of them the rest of her life! When did the police say they would be here? Walt broke in, About a half hour or so, answered Martha. Police Officer Mike O'I.eary arrived at the scene forty-five minutes later. The usual data was put on record. When did you first miss the jewels, Mrs. john- son? was Mike's pertinent query. Wringing her hands, Martha answered in a troubled tone, It was this evening when I was dressing to go out. I just know someone took them, probably Betsy. She cleans the house, and several times she'd remarked how beautiful the crystals were. I know she had no idea of the value of them. Maybe the poor girl wanted them to wear to the ball. Her steady is home on furlough and she may have figured I wouldnt miss them for a day or two. Oh, dear! l should have kept them locked up. lf that's the solution, all we have to do is call her up, put in Walt. Mike O'Leary stood on tiptoes, slipped his agile hands into his pockets, and came down with a thump. In his delightful brogue he remarked, In the name of Saint Patrick, me good people, what am I doin' here if ye have the case solved? Wait a minute, officer, Walt said, We-'re only trying to help. To Mrs. johnson's satisfaction, Betsy turned out to be innocent, and the case went unsolved that evening. The next morning Barb dashed down the steps and exclaimed, Mother, your crystals! The paper states that you're offering a reward for them. Oh, Mother! I feel terrible because it's all my fault. You see I took them yesterday and tried them on. I wanted to see how luscious I'd look when I inherited them. Andy-- --and-when I took them off, they got tangled in my sweater and I broke them. Martha looked a little dubious. My heavens, dear! Where are they? In deep study Barb proceeded to re- store the elusive crystals. She arose from the floor and spoke in a frightened voice. Mother, they're gone! I put them right here in an envelope. The mystery, so near being solved, seemed almost determined to remain in that state. Officer O'Leary, noted for his annihilation of crime, remained alert in checking all leads. That evening at dinner Willie con- stantly interrupted his parents. Walt and Martha finally gave up their conversation regarding different theories about the mystery to listen to their insistent son. Willie, surprised to hnd that he had obtained the spotlight for the first time since dinner began, fumbled around with his words for awhile and then said, Wowl It sure is tough to get a word in around here. Now let's see, what was I gonna tell you. Darn it, I forgot. Oh, well, johnny I-Iargrove and I got in a terrible fight today. He said I crooked his prize agate. What would I want with his old shooters, when everybody knows I have the best collection in the school. How about shooting a game after dinner, Pop? His weary father looked quite ready te answer in the negative when he caught a meaningful look from Martha and re- plied animatedly, It's a game, if it will keep you happy, But I warn you, I was a champ when I was your age. After dinner Willie selected his prize shooters and handed the collection to his father. Take any one you want, he directed. I'd let you use one of these but thc-y're new, and swell shots too. Walter peeped over his glasses and winked at Martha, XWhat's the matter. son, afraid l'll trim you? Oh no, not at all, just being care- ful , Willie remarked assuredly. Martha sank deep into her chair, and lifted the sewing kit upon her lap. With shoes off and toes turned to the warmth of the fireplace, she looked in dismay at the large holes in Willie's socks. After working with constant effort on the practically irreparable sock, she re- marked with pride, Wifhout a doubt, that is the best job I've ever done, and arose slowly from her chair. Upon reach- ing the mending pile she screamed, Yeow l l l Then she stopped to re- trieve Willie's runaway shooter. Glory be! My pistolsfl mean my crystals! THE SCROLL 9