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

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THE ARSENAL CANNON. 5 The Victory Prize Story Group C. EnglishV-VII Ruth felt sure that it was wrong for her to go to Technical, she, of all girls, who desired to attend a private school. Mother and father had such queer ideas about learning to mix with people. She dreaded to think of going to Technical. She was sure it was mostly for boys because she had heard of so many things going on for boys. And besides, it was a new school without all con- veniences. She had to go, all because brother Tom, two years older, had come home with tales of Technical and had really hypnotized mother and father into sending her there. Any- way, she determined she would not enter into the school life at all. Ruth heard a familiar call and hurried to answer. She found her bosom friend, Anabelle, seated on the porch talking to her mother, Mrs. Ward. Anabelle's face had a very blase look and she was fussily dressed, and in very poor taste. Anabelle was Ruth's ideal at that time, although they were entirely different. Ruth's mother, understanding her impetuous nature and believing that the fascin- ation would soon wear off, wisely held her council. As Ruth came out, Anabelle looked up, smiling affectedly. I just came over to see, she drawled, if you could persuade your mother at the last moment to let you go to Briarwood with mef' Mother smiled with her lips but her eyes looked grave as she saw the discontented, stormy look, which had become so familiar lately, pass over Ruth's face. She felt sure that it was Anabelle who was putting the thoughts against Technical into Ruth's head. I fear your mission is in vain, she answered quietly, Father VVOlllCl never give in even if I should. Ruth said nothing but her lips trembled and she picked up a maga- zine and began idly turning the pages. Anabelle soon left, much to Mrs. Ward's relief. The next few days Ruth was touchy and cross and avoided everyone, CCoHlir1nr1I nn l'ugc Tuw-nty-Tu-ol Patagonia First Prize U. Patagonia, white with snowg Thy stern peaks now few men will know. Thy shores that held Magellan's bravesg first they saw Paci1ic's waves, XV1ll ring no more with conqueror's tread, Where once flowed commerce, every- thing is dead. Thy cruel rocks the knell that tolleci Of Spains galleons iilled with goldg Thy crags that more majestic grow with age, Are all forgotten like a faded page. Gone are thy glorious days of fame, Thy land's a desert and thy sei, a name. Thy natives now a silent craft will Spy Where ten great ships once swiftly passed them by. Tliysell' forgot, thy grandeur is .or- lorn, The world is changing, Panama is born. Wallace West To My Mother Second Prize How dear to me the name of Mother seems, I feel her loving presence always near, And note her kindly voice serene and clear. And dearer yet to me it clearly seems To have her always near me, in my dreams. Before my eyes a vision doth appear And brings my childhood back to lne as clear As though 'twere yesterday, a life serene, Her perfect influence helped me thru my life. To lead the way that I should always take For good, and good alone, not for her sake So did I try to follow in her wayg And through my life to have less strife And thus to end with happiness each day. Mildred Smith

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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?

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6 THE ARSENAL CANNON. Standing. left To iight: Bcincce Jones, Harold Goldberg, Alice Avery. Helen McPheeterS, Erlnah Jacobs. Guy Monihun. Hazel Daues. Lucile Mower. Mary Ferris, Robert Lowes. Catherine Carr. Kneeling, left to right: Elinor Carpenter, Lehman Holliday. Esther L, NVooxl, Ruth Bond, Herbert Bowers, Thelma Lavender. Charles Richart. Gladys McNinch, Martha Updegraff. Wolfreel, Earl Stephenson. Rosalie Blue, Marguerite Miss Shover. Sitting, left to right: Katharine Vogt, VVaIlace West, Helen Fisher, Winters Fehr. Bertha Gelman, Earl Wise, Mary Lawler. Edward Hartlauf, Katharine Kelly, Garry Long. A History of The Year This third term of Technical his- tory has been one of progress. In September the remodeled Barracks accomodated the new group of Fresh- ies. The basement, however, requir- ing more changes so that it might oe- come a lunch room, demanded six weeks of half day sessions before it could accomodate Techites during lunch time. In February, as the barns proved to need too many repairs to use immediately, the House, hasti- ly made ready, provided the necessary additional rooms. Several new courses have been add- ed to our list this yearg Physics, Agri- culture, Printing and English VI in the fall, and Physiography and Eng- lish VII in February. The chorus has sung at many of the regular Parent-Teachers' Asso- ciation meetings. It also sang at the special evening meeting in the Wood- rut? Baptist Church. The music for the May Fete, held May 4th, under the direction of Miss Kaltz included her chorus and Orchestra. The Or- chestra furnished music for the sen- ior play, A Midsummer Night's Dream, given by our June Seniors, the first class at Technical. The ath- letic side of our school has been very active and successful. Tech made her initial appearances in athletics at the Franklin Basket Ball Meet and in the State Track Meet held in this city. The teams 'did Tech proud' on both occasions. The Commencement Exercises will be held in Murat Theater on June 8. The first class of Tech Seniors, num- bering sixteen, graduate. This class has had to establish numerous school customs. Their pin and colors have been adopted by the school for the alumni pin. The Tech Acorn form of the pin was used in the design for the Tech armbands of green and white which both the June '15 and Jan. '16 Seniors helped to make. The orches- tra and chorus will both supply music for the commencement exercises. The Chorus received an invitation to sing at the Teachers' meeting at Shortridge on Wednesday, May 26. The entire chorus met on that morn- ing for the first time. This year has been filled with suc- cesses. The average attendance dur- ing May was eight hundred forty. C. A. C.