Marysville High School - Key Yearbook (Marysville, OH)

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T116 Twelve Years W Like all histories, this is a story of the struggles and achieve- ments of a certain group. This is an account of the war waged by boys and girls to win their sheepskins. This confiict lasted for twelve years flonger than that for some, thoughjg and, as in all struggles, some were overcome and others fell by the wayside. For our fallen brethren we feel pity for not being able to enjoy the fruits of victory. On a bright fall morning in September, 1925 the following boys and girls entered the portals of Marysville's school system through that fine old East Building to gain the first funda- mentals of knowledge under the tender guidance of Miss Mamie Finnin. Those children were: Evelyn Dolan, Vivian Griffith, Virginia Berger, Virginia Hammerle, Rosina Boerger, Polly Auer, Martha Myers, Marvin Arnold and Ioe Grigsby. Another group, taking Greeley's advice, went West, and began their education under Mrs. Iosephine Dolbear. These hopeful boys and girls were: Ethlyn Gunderman, Sara Moore, Ruth Bump, Nina Sawyer, Una Galloway, Iane Clark, Mildred Fladt, Alfreda Gabriel, Mertie Ebright, Ethel Patch, Robert Gilbert, Iohn Ferrell, Frank Holycross, Oliver Schneider, Dick Engard, Harold Simpson, and Charles Spurling. These young hopefuls blossomed forth into a brilliant second grade. At this point in our history we wish to say that our number at the East Build- ing second grade was increased by two by the advent of Ruth Smith and Helen Louise Rausch. These girls added good grades fwhich we sorely neededb to our roll as they had skipped the first grade. At the West Building Elizabeth Miller also joined our number via the skip route. Elizabeth Snyder that year entered the ranks of our forces from Albany, Ohio and Virginia Wilson came to the East Building from the schools of Spring- field. In the third year of our history our group was given a firey top when Olive Shirk came from that wild and wooly region up north where the road widens-that metropolis often referred to as Peoria. Another addition to our already noted class was made in the fourth grade by the coming of Flossie Easterday from the famous City on the Road, New Dover. At the beginning of the fifth grade the people in the West had a short addition in the form of Howard Hinderer, who had forsaken Trinity Lutheran School to be in our illustrious class. At the East Building Burl Zolman made his appearance from Lewiston, thus establishing another institution in our history, the Wilson-Zolman team. In the sixth and last year of the first campaign in the War for Diplomas we received from Dublin on the Scioto a reinforcement in the person of Elberta Price. Elberta still has fond memories of Dublin as her favorite song is A Tavern in the Town. Thus, my squint-eyed readers, the first campaign of the war ended. Casualties were few, distinctions still less. The second campaign of the struggle was marked by two events. First, we went into Iunior High School, thus making ourselves the first class to go completely through the Marysville schools under the 6-3-3 set-up. Because we believe in the adage, A tree is known by its fruits, we can say that that system of education is successful. It has produced the brilliant class of '37, hasn't it? The second event of the seventh year of our quest for an education was the swelling of our ranks by the boys and girls from the Lutheran schools. They were: Helen Myers, Irene Rausch, Claretta Nicol, Mary E. Huber, Martin Eirich, Robert Weidman, Iohn Poling, Eugene Kandel, Herman Rausch, Carl Dinkel, Milton Scheiderer and Bernette Hegenderfer. Also joining our ranks that memorable year were Vernon Moder of Chuckery, Ohio, Kathryn Fauth from Unionville Center, and Bertha Diehl from Urbana. The eighth year saw the appear- ance of Clarice Rausch's name on our roll. The last ones to enter our lines for knowledge while in the Junior High School were Eleanor Beightler who came from that busy industrial center, Byhalia, and Broadway Corners lost a large per cent of its population when Dorothy Iean Smith deemed it fitting that she give up her seclusion and come here to see some sights of real civilization. That year was one that saw another milestone passed. We graduated from junior High: some with honors, some with sadness in their hearts, and some by the skin of their teeth. Thus the second campaign of our twelve year war was ended. The last and greatest campaign of the struggle lay before us. We entered The New Building full of hopes for great careers in scholarship and activities. During our three years in Senior High we have seen members of our class make school history by winning honor on the gridiron, state-wide recogni- tion in debate, two League championships in basketball, and success in track. Members of our class each year carried our colors in the state scholarship tests and came through often victorious. We gave to the school several members of the band and orchestra, many in the G. R. and Hi-Y. Our class has always backed any movement for the betterment of the school or community. Our class has always made a brighter school life by co-operating with dance committees and teachers to foster the social aspect of school life. The last reinforcements of our line to make the final suc- cessful battle for diplomas were Vernon Palmer, who came as a junior from Lakeview, and Corinne Schmink, who joined us from Sullivan High School in the same year. Our last year saw five additions. Eleanor McCurdy forsook Mansfield in favor of M. H. S., Woodstock lost Lucile Van Atta, and the loss of Brown Township High School was our gain when Ioe Crumb became a member of this already venerable group. Pauline Miller left Central High of Columbus seeking rest and quiet and found it here in M. H. S. Last but not least, another, Walter Ferrell, made the long migratory journey from Broadway fpopulation now eighty to join our famous group. Yes, our class' fame has spread far and wide. And so with the above mentioned boys and girls we started our last and best year at Marysville Senior High. The year has brought added glory to our class and school in scholarship and activities. We leave the school as one of the best classes that ever left itg and as in ourselves our future lies we feel sure that there are many members of our class who will bring added glory to our school in the world of endeavor as they have brought glory to it in their years of sojourn here. As we pass through the portals of M. H. S. for the last time, fond old memories are brought back to us. Old friends, pals through thick and thin must part, each making his own niche in the world. As we go our individual ways we wish each other success and happiness. With an expression of heartfelt gratitude to the teachers who have prepared us for the great game of life, we lay down our arms at the end of this war for knowledge as victoryg yes, we are victors in many ways. And so that, my dear reader, is the story of the illustrious class of '37-a history of people who will make history! HON. I. BERNARD GRIGSBY, Historian. 9 I 31' I

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D ecade PILIS TWO Our school days are nearly over. It seems but a little while, That we started in the first grade, And then began our trial. It was there we learned our ABC's, And they taught us how to spell. And when we had left the second grade, We were reading fairly well. The third grade, it was harder yet, For we had to learn to add. And some of the grades we got in it, I'm sure were pretty bad. In the fourth grade we had fractions, And we had to multiply. So there we had to sit and scratch our heads, And try, and try, and try. In the fifth we took history. We loved it, that is true. We learned that Columbus discovered America In fourteen ninety-two. Decimal fractions were very hard, Our grades were very poor, For when we should point off three, We,d always point off four. Seventh and eighth are Iunior High, We could hardly wait! For we knew if our grades were high enough, We were sure to graduate. So in the ninth we chose the course, That each would want to take. ,Twas here we wanted to think it o'er, Lest we rnake a mistake. The last three years of M. H. S. Were what we loved the best. The studies were hard indeed, So they gave our brains a test. Twelve short years have passed and gone, Although we love you still. And now we must walk through the Gateway, To the City on the Hill. Vivian Griffith.