Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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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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Meeting the Twenty-fifth Deadline NCE upon a timeM'way back in September of 1920, to be exact- twelve young ladies were huddled together over a desk, listening attentively to an Ursuline sister telling them of the fundamentals and the intricacies of pub! lishing a school magazine. This was the birth of the Scroll! That same November our baby Scroll took her first step. And a delighted Ursuline Academy gave its whole-hearted approval. None were so proud as the first Scroll staff, who, under the vigilance and meticulous supervision of Sister Ancilla, 'their first moderator, had done so much to give our baby her start in life. The first Scroll had a cover of blue and ivory. Its simplicity made it the more attractive. Its twenty-four pages were representative of the cooperative spirit so typical of an Ursuline student. The ma- jority of the pages displayed short articles and clever verses announcing the new addition. This little ditty is typical of the celebration which greeted the first appearance of baby Scroll: Spell It S ir for the Scroll, U.A.'r new magazine, C if for ilr clarry style, the clariiert we'z'e reen,' R ir for llae realiinl, for ufhicla the paperfr noted, O ir for the 0ll'lI6l'.f, who on lhir thing have clotedg L ir for iri' langlaler, tha! newer brizzgr 4 pam, I. ir for lhe happy link llne Scroll if in your chain. -M. NOLAN '22 The Scroll then was published in four issues while today it is semiannual. It contained many columns which yet grace our pages. Through the years the edi- torial section has carried comments on the timely topics of discussion at various periods through the past twenty-five years. Once it contained a special column telling of important happenings of our alumnae on the Mary Manse campus. Since then, SALLY O'CoNNEL1. '45 however, it has been merged with the regular alumnae column. We can turn to this column when we want to learn of the whereabouts of some school chum whom we have not seen in years. It also records history in chronogolical order be- cause of the bearing on the lives of the alumnae themselves. For example, in its pages we find that our Ursuline uniform didn't come into being until early in 1923. Then, too, all the memorable events in the Church, which have hap- pened since 1920, can be traced in the form of letters, editorials, and essays through the pages of our beloved Scroll. Link with the Past Today, as we celebrate her Silver Jubi- lee, many classmates of former years can be proud of the work that their very own children are doing to help the same Scroll that they strove so diligently to promote. Each column and each article clearly shows the influence of the work of years past. Each new year leaves its indelible mark not only in the book it- self but in the hearts of those who have striven to make it what it is today-an engaging record of our four happy years at Saint Ursula Academy. Moderators It is with much gratitude and apprecia- tion that we extend our many thanks to the faithful moderators from the very first, Sister M. Ancilla, and the many since: Mother Mary john, Sister Regina Marie, Sister M. Mildred, Sister Mary David, to the present moderator, Sister M. Lelia, for the hours and hours spent in directing and improving our work. Since it is the twenty-hfth anniversary of the first issue we were sure that many of the former editors would have a par- ticular memory about the year they edited the Scroll. Upon request we received many interesting letters and we are print- ing excerpts, The first letter from Sister Virginia Marie QGladys Ludwig '21j we are giving almost in its entirety, for it so 6 THE SCROLL

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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