Arsenal Technical High School - Arsenal Cannon Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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Th Arsenal Cannon Technical High School :: Arsenal Grounds :: Indianapolis, indiana Vol- V c . IL ....LMVE.1fQL.c,,e,..-Y, cm, Q92 Farewell To Seniors: A Dialogue THE SENIOR The goal of my life-ah, what shall it be? The future-oh, what does it promise for me? What road shall I take, what way o'er the sea? The route to success, will it open to me? YOUR WELL WISHER The goal of your life? Place it high, place it true. No aim is too high or too noble for you. With Visage that's clear look aloft from the deck, Be calm through the storm, you're a pioneer of Tech. THE SENIOR But life is so big and the world is so strange- I tremble at thought of the quick- coming change That sends me alone, full of doubt- ings and fears, To mark out my way through the tenderest years. YOUR WELL WISHER It is true, life is big, and the world sometimes cruel, But heart that was faint never won in a duel. Press on in the fight and surmount every check. Keep always in mind, you're a pio- neer of Tech. THE SENIOR But look! To the east, north, south and the west As far as the dimly-lined horizon's crest Temptations allure, and I fancy I see The pitfalls of life open Widely for me YOUR WELL WISHER Where, then, is the courage with which you have met The studies of years without Worry or fret? Start straight from the line, shun the evils that wreck Remember, again, you're a pioneer of Tech. THE SENIOR But the Way is so crowded, the race is so long That I fear it's a struggle alone for the strong And I falter-success seems so far, far away, With nothing to cheer me but hope's faintest ray. YOUR WELL WISHER Look around and about you, perchance you will find That many have failed, that you've left them behind And perhaps at your side, keeping pace, neck and HECK, You may find an old classmate-a pioneer of Tech. THE SENIOR A classmate of Tech! ah, if such I might meet As I grope on the pathway with fast- failing feet, We would summon the spirit of school days long past And capture the goal running sure, running fast. YOUR WELL WISHER And reaching your goal may you never forget The day that you left us, where often we metg So put up your light, be it only a fieck, To guide those that follow the pion- eers of Tech. Farewell to the Seniors, farewell pioneers, Best wishes go with you bedimmed with our tears If fame should be yours as the toll of the years, Put your ear to the ground and you'll catch the old cheers. T. F. and H. F.

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n N , if imma. ' The above is a copy of Mr. Otto Stark's picture, The Arsenal Bell, which took the Holcomb prize at the Indiana Art Exhibition this year. It represents the Bell on the Tower of the Arsenal. Mr. Stark is the Head of the Art Department of Manual Training and Technical High Schools. The Arsenal Bell This is the Arsenal, from whose gray tower Like a huge tocsin hangs the brazen bell Whose giant throat with loud yet mellow power Has many times awakened its messages to tell. Ah, what a time was that when wild and eerie Its echoes first resounded through these hallsg And when the soldiers dwelling in their fortress dreary Were Iirst awakened by its cheery calls. But all is changed, no more the soldiers drilling, N0 more the thunder of the morning gun, And look the many rooms below are filling With merry studentsg for a school's begun. And now the bell, its happy anthem pealing, Seems but to cry, The Arsenal has passed. Where once there was the home of warlike feeling, The hand of progress beckons forth at last. Wallace West.

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4 THE ARSENAL CANNON. Prize Winners A Look Into The Future Prize Story. Group A. English Idll. As I look through the Periscope of Life, I concentrate my mind on one object, Dear Old Tech. I see the old buildings all covered With vinesg the trees are just budding into life, and the grass, lend an added shade to make things still more beau- tiful. I add another Tense on the huge problem before me, and behold, there is a transformation. The old buildings are replaced by beautiful, modern, up-to-date structures. There is a new gym with a half-mile track around it, new study halls, and best of all some shower baths. But what is that wonderful medley of sounds I hear. Surely not! Im- possible! Yet, there can be no mis- taking Miss Kaltz's leadership in chorus work. I listen until the song is finished, and sit spellbound for a few minutes. finally am released from the spell. and continue my research. I iind Miss Houser, with the same old smile on her face, still teaching Algebra- Mrs. Baker has her History classes and Mr. Anderson is still watching for the mischief-makers. Miss Harter still presides as Queen of f'Twenty' and still has her troubles, controlling the talking the third hour. I see Miss Davis exhorting her lazy English I and II classes to Write a story for the Arsenal Cannon, which is being published once a week. Mr. Meseke, our unforgotten, goofl-natured German teacher, is still teaching Ger- man script to newcomers, and last but not least, the dream of our future Tech has blossomed, and there is no crowding. From an architectural standpoint, our look into the future, is not a pipe dream, but a future possibility, and from an educational standpoint, a blessing to Indiana. Jonas Miles Complaints We Never Hear. From a basket ball player-The committee awarded me a monagram, but I didn't deserve it. From a base ball playerfwho was called safe on a close playl-Umpire, I was out. The Clock And The Cottonwood Tree Prize Story. Group B. English III-IV. It's high time you were waking up, called the Cotton-wood Tree to the Clock as it struck six one morning late in April, 1915. My how lazy you are! Not as much as yourself, retorted the Clock. Now, just see how old I am! I've been here many years and yet this last winter is the first time I've taken a chance to restg still you are younger than I, but sleep every year. t'Humph! Old? Who said any- thing about old? Oh, well, so far as that's concerned, I'm just as old as you. Is that so? contemptuosly re- plied the Time-keeper. Why, trees like you grow so quickly that who knows that you're not only ten years old? HI wouldn't show my ignorance if I were you , retorted the poplar. It takes years to acquire such a size as mine. Moreover, I can well re- member when that building where you are, was made into a school called the 'Winona Technical Institute,' and that was in 1903, more than ten years ago. Chl I know what you're thinking about, responded the Clock. Three years ago, in 1912, a High School called 'Technical' was started here. Yes, that's it! Only a few years ago! No wonder you remember so well. How useless to try to convince such a know-it-all clock! thought the Tree with a feeling of disgust. I might as well give up arguing with anyone like he.' However, the Tree busied himself trying to find some argument with which to convince the old Clock that he had been there in 1903. How can I do it? he pon- dered. At last a bright idea came to him and he immediately shouted his reply. No wonder I remember so well, I was- Remember what? interrupted the Clock who had allowed his thoughts to wander. fC07lff'Y71lQd on Page Twenty-Three?