Sterling High School - Alpha Yearbook (Sterling, OH)

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Broad-shouldered, manly, a good soldier he'd make: Why, it's Oscar, who the Kaiser's neck will break. He the hero of our class expects to be, Of whom we'1l sing our nineteen eighteen jubilee. Herbert is another, whom we proudly claim as in our ranksg He never will forget the first who used the great phalynx. He is very quiet, but very active too, Things of which we know naught, to him are nothing new. Ne'er another as Minnie, will you e'er find so jollyg Though sometimes you'll think she's committing a folly, No, in fun she is funny, in business she is busy, She speeds up in Latin until we're all dizzy. Ethel, largest in size, is also great in mindg If searching her we're sure vast eiiiciency to find. Teaching is her calling, yes, maybe a missionary, When you wish to find her she'll be far across the prairie. You feel quite assured when Miss Wanda you meet, You'll ne'er find another you'd like more to greet. She spreads her bright sunshine wherever she goes- That you're sure to forget your troubles and woes. Oh, yesg here's Paul, our great mathematician, Who knows but what some day he'll be a magician. Of all things most charming for the lad now is ball, In the future though we look for him in the Senate Hall. There's Julius, called Percival, so manly and so brave: Although chivalry was born across the wave, We still have this lad and use him as an example, To show that such good things no one should ever trample. Pearls are precious jewels, yes, 'tis true, But I have nothing more to say to youg My time to stop is drawing nigh, So I will say to all, goodbye. And so to our classmates we now bid adieu, Whate'er their calling, may each prove true, New thoughts and lights may dazzle to decoy: But we'll think of our school days with the same thrill of joy. PEARL E. SCHEETZ 13

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CLASS POEM OF 1918 Our school days are about to end 3 I And soon over other tasks we'1l bend, But now prepared to cross this untried sea, We trust the future to tell what we'll be. When first through this great course we pledged to go, We thought o'er paths of ease we'd flow, But found we'd have to struggle. Yes, alas! Work hard to feel sure that we would pass. But listen, friends, no apology here do we make, Although we stumbled we made no great mistake, And, if you think our career to be a mystery, Ask someone iwho knowsj how we sailed in General History Sometimes discouragement o'er our path hath strayed, But only by perseverance could the price be paid. 'Tis pleasure to us now, for we see no effort vain, Used in earnestly striving a little knowledge to gain. Our motto, All for America, are we not right? Our colors, the beauteous red and the bounteous white. With red and white our colors, we love the violet blue, We have our country's colors, and to it we'l1 be true. So a tribute to our teachers, now we wish to pay, For they patiently guided us day after day, Their kind thoughts and good deeds burned into the soul We ne'er shall forget, though, through long years may roll. An exception in this class is the difference in taste, Which must not be o'erlooked in my pretended haste, For like a great drama each has his part to play, So their characteristics l'll attempt to portray. First, here's fluent Dorothy, our great elocutionist, Once you truly know, she's the jolliest in our list. Classics is her standby, and what she gets lost in. We think she'll be a Carey or perhaps a Jane Austen. Mida Steele you'll always find trying to do her best, Her aim is, have grades range far above the rest. To teach is her ambition, and very good she'll be, But her champion thoughts go far across the sea. 12

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CLASS HISTORY In the year 1918, one of the largest as well as most brilliant classes passed through the portals of the Sterling High School. Above them floated the red and white banner, while from the distance could be heard the sighs of the Sophomores and the sobs of the emerald-hued Freshmen. This noble class was composed of Seniors and Juniors, there being five members in each. A short sketch of each one's life will be necessary to acquaint you with the true character of this class. The Seniors are as ollows: Paul Johnson, president of the Class of 1918, entered the Sterling Public School in 1906. Being of a pugilistic temperament, his first school day was spent in licking the other boys. Later, while in the grammar grades, Paul was brought to task by the teacher, who, armed with two yard sticks, demanded to know why he had attempted to play foot-tag in school time with the girl across the aisle. During his Freshman year, he was honored by being admitted into the Baseball Team. In his Junior, as well as Senior year, he served as pitcher for that team. When a Senior, he was elected athletic editor of the Alpha and held that position with great efficiency. Our valedictorian, Mida Steele, received a part of her education at District School, No. 10. Having become too advanced a pupil for that school, she entered the Sterling High School in 1914. That year, the Freshman Class, as well as other classes received a great shock when Professor Neff called down Mida in German class. She represented Sterling High School in spelling contests every year of her high school career, winning second prize in the county contest when a Sophomore and obtaining the honor of being one of the representatives of Wayne County in the contest with Medina County in her Senior year. Also, she has the honor of having been the orator in contests with Marshallville in 1917 and with Burbank in 1918. When a Senior, she won a trip to Columbus by her talent in domestic science. The salutatorian of the class, Ethel Carnahan, also received a portion of her education at District School, No. 10, and left that school to join the Freshman class of the Sterling High School in 1914. Unlike many Fresh- men, Ethel easily adapted herself to her new surroundings, and ere long was elected pianist. Her Sophomore year passed in comparative quiet- ness, and when a Junior, she won first prize in the county written spelling contest, and was admitted to the Debating Team which took part in the previously mentioned contests. When a Senior, and a very dignified one at that, she taught a country school for a few days. Among the members of the class is to be found one of great ability to read the future. This is Wanda Moine, the class prophetess. She first opened her eyes upon the world on a bleak and windy. March day and has ever since viewed her surroundings with great, open eyes. Very early in life Wanda demonstrated her ability in argument. When words failed to 14