Marysville High School - Key Yearbook (Marysville, OH)

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-FOND MEMORIES- Through the years we have gone to school, ' VVe have learned that the one great rule Is to play fair and square in every kind of meet And to show sportsmanship when we face defeat, VVe have made many friendships dear And the years were all filled with cheer. Our success we all owe To what you will know '- As the code of our Marysville High. Now the end of the term is nigh, VVe are bidding our school goodbye. The parting of ways is depressing, Yet our class must keep on progressing Tho' the school we will leave behind Its code we will keep in mind And in all that we do We will ever be true To the code of our Marysville High. -J u11e Ford. MUSIC: To be sung to the tune of When the Sun Bids the Moon Goodnight B Little Jack Little Dave Oppenheim Ira Schuster Y 1

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The History of the ass of IQS8 This history of the illustrious class of nineteen hundred and thirty-eight, has been compiled for the purpose of influencing future graduates so that they too can bless the educational field as we have done. We have no desire to boast of our achievements, but we feel in all modesty and sin- cerity that never in the history of Marysville High School has ever there been such a noble group as ours. In the following epistle, the size and intelligence, the bravery and beauty of our members will be stressed. There are no fitting words to describe these traits-so with pride in our hearts We dedicate this-our autobiography. One day, while strolling along the sea shore, watching the gulls swoop over head and listening to the breezes blowing in from the waters, I saw on the horizon what I supposed to be a fishing boat. To the land lubber a fishing boat may hold no interest or beauty, but to the sailor who spends his life on the seas there is nothing shab- by or dull about any craft. You see-- but to get on with the story. The speck- in the distance grew larger and larger as the ship came into the cove -and wonder of wonders-it was no fishing boat, but a huge luxury liner, her huge smoke stacks reaching seemingly into the clouds and her every movement as graceful as those of the gulls wheeling over head. Closer and closer it came, and suddenly after a far off cry from the bridge, the anchor broke with a foamy splash in- to the water. Almost immediately a small motor launch pulled away from the vessel and headed directely towards me. Lad, could you tell me what land this might be? Aye, sir, I called back putting on the best sea manners I knew, this is the land of Life. The captain and crew gave such a hearty cheer at this news that the launch fairly leaped out of the water. As soon as the boat was securely moored the captain shook my hand and began asking questions which I answered as best I could. Then it was my turn to question the cap- tain. I asked about his fine boat and crew, the length of his voyage and countless other ques- tions. The poor man was so taken aback at this sudden barrage that he placed a rough palm against my lips and said, For no bigger than you are, you certainly can talk, but I'm not go- ing to answer everything. Instead I'll tell you the whole story of our trip - and he did. This is the story. Our ship, completed in 1926, was designed by a genius who, as you can see, was capable of foretelling the ships of today. Our crew was orig- inally composed of Richard Banks, Tom Beck, William Crothers, James Evans, Robert Griffith, Richard Hartshorn, Lloyd Hornbeck, Robert McCarty, Elmer Opphile, Beryl Railey and the cooks, Helen Beightler, Rachel Kennedy, Dorothy Coder, Betty Fleming, Betty Liggett, June Ford, Christine Schwartzkopf, Zelma Derr, and Frieda Streng. We sailed for two years until one day as I was standing on the bridge I saw a fire in the distance and upon closer examination it was found to be a wrecked freighter. We succeeded in rescueing the following: Donald Thompson of Raymond, Rose Cook of Broadway, Betty Boyd of the Col- umbus Crestview shipyards, and Catherine Wil- cox, also of Raymond. After making the surviv- ors as comfortable as possible we resumed our voyage sailing on and on, touching port after port in our search for the land of Life. We had sailed for about a year, when, upon passing an island, we saw someone in the water. One of our men threw a rope to the drowning girl and Gene- vieve Titus from the Manhattan, Kansas who had been lost at sea many years ago, was taken into our gallant band. Our trusty ship had weathered many a storm but some of the plates were badly broken and a steel worker, Richard Yeager, of Columbus, was signed on to repair the damages. In the two years that followed several additions were made to our crew. They were: Joe Ferrell of Mans- field, Sam Miller of Columbus, Doris Diehl of Urbana, George Porter from the ship Akron, and Herbert Brose of the Parochial fleet. One bright morning in nineteen thirty-two, the second mate came to me with startling news. Come down, into the forward hold, sir. he said, something very unusual is going on. Upon descending into the hold I saw not one stowaway as might be ex- Dected but the following: Rebecca Detwiler of Zanesiield, Bette Rhoades of the good ship Peoria, Margaret Aukland of Watkins, Marjorie Bowersmith of New Dover. Pearl Telthorster of the Roosevelt fleet, Detroit, Robert Bowersmith of Columbus. Trenton Williams from the Xenia ship yards, Erma Zacharias and Bernice Nicol of the Parochial fleet. From the eastern part of the hold appeared Donna Clegg, Anna Marie Rog- ers, Myra Foreman, June Means, Mary Louise Scheiderer. Helen Snyder, Anita Brooker, Mir- iam Griffith and Mary Margaret Scheiderer also of the Parochial fleet and Marguerite DeGood. A few others were found in the ventilators trembling with fear and sea-sickness. They were: Claude Belt, Donald Griffin, Phil Rupright, Rich- ard Holycross, Ben Coleman, James Smith, Ern- est Yarrington, Harold Parrott and Robinson Crabbe. The repairs made by Richard Yeager, did not prove successful, and in the following years we put into one harbor after another to strengthen our craft. In each port we picked up a new passenger. In nineteen thirty-four Flor- ence Nicol from the German Settlement in Afri- ca came aboard, and Jean Smith and Grace Morse came aboard from Broadway. We picked up Fredenia Smith in Peoria, rescuing her from a fierce water dog. The next year Rhea Keirns be- came chief of our gallies, hailing from Millfield. Alnet Mayer was found hiding in the east hold having been overlooked when the other stow- aways were found. William Robinson nearly sank our ship with his submarine, the Coshoc- ton, but he was finally captured and put to work. During the final years of our voyage we felt the need of a mascot and Nadine Bensley of Harding Hi, Marion, proved an able one. William Endres of Urbana, Eleanor Shaw and Elsie By- water of Broadway, and James Seward of Mt. Sterling joined last year ,and our final member Ruth Wilson of Taylor Rural came just a few months ago.-The captain paused and looked around. And here we are at last, he said, after twelve years of tireless searching, we've found our goal, the land of Life. He turned to the men in the launch. Go tell our seventy-three mem- bers to come ashore, we're about to start a new adventure. Richard Hartshorn.