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

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THE ARSENAL CANNON WH. Ji-iff' fortune on their latest publication, How to Giggle for Ten Minutes Without Incurring Serious Injur- iesf' All New York has been swept by a wave of giggling because of their new and startling statements. Naomi Cox is a syndicate writer of children's bed-time stories. George Gardner, pants presser in Joe Foyls Hand Laundry, remarked in An Interview with Famous Men, What's in a name anyway? Others of our class seemingly have hidden them- selves away in obscure corners of the earth. Of them we have not found hide nor hair. There- fore, with all due respects, we hereby submit this record to whom it may concern. JOHN LITTLE MARJORIE MCELROY Senior Play Committees Student business manager: John Nickerson. Assistants: Ollen Bumpas, Vaughn Gayman, Nor- man Hammer, Shelley Givens, Ralph Keeney, George Reilly, Lawrence Sawin, Mayburn Land- graf, Charles Traylor, Robert Ullery, Rush Stewart. Faculty advisor: llflr. H. H. Anderson. Properties Committee: James Foley, Ruth Jenkins, Flora Lieber, Hildred Hudson, Theodore Fox- worthy, Ellis Stuart. Faculty advisor: Mr. Chelsea Stewart. Director: Miss Clara Ryan. N ext! Nextl exclaimed a rather cross voice from the door marked PRWATE. Cold shivers began to play up and down my spinel lVIy hands were becoming cold and clammy. Visions of drills and pinchers floated before my eyesl Nextl called that seem- ingly ogre-like voice once more. I looked around and saw the accusing eyes of the other sufferers upon me. They knew I was nextl There was no way outl So, sufferingly, I complied and entered-the door which was, as you must have guessed, the dentist's. Two months later I stood wearily, waiting in line. My feet had been stepped on so much they dicln't look at if they were mine. I was wedged in so tightly I felt like the filling of a sandwich. Next? asked someone in a bored voice, and a thrill of Joy ran over me. I looked around, and I saw the envious glances cast toward me. How happy I felt that I was next. So I stepped up and received perfectly wonderful tickets for the senior class play. Most of the things that are put off until tomor- row should have been done vesterday. page lllflfy To Beau Brzwmzel Haill Beau Brummel, King of Hearts, Hail, oh glorious Prince of Beauxl VVe bow before thy gallantries, Thy triumphs and thy woes Haill Oh perfect gentleman In courtly manners schooled, Thy mandates made the noblest bend, Thy whims a regent ruled. A frown from you-a broken heart- A smile-a fortune made, As you strolled slowly down the Mall In fashionls garbs arrayed. You drained the cup of sacrifice At true love's own behest, You cast aside an Empirels power, But Beau, for that we love you best. MARY MAHAN S efzior C ommitzfees Color: Grace Avels, Helen Noel, Thomas Robin- son, David Clarke. Class Day: Vaughn Gayman, Genevieve Quinn, Helen Hanks, John Little, Paul Carpenter. Motto: Norman Brinsley, Anne Seidensticker, Ralph Keeney, Walter Roberts, Mary Mahan. Finance: Arthur Stevenson, James Foley, Albert Ogle, Norman Hammer, Arthur Reeder. Flowers: Katherine Gibson, Jeannette Harris, Hannah Jane Wolfe, Mamie Williams, Louise Hodges. Tree Barbara Bridges, Dorothy Luplow, Lamar Perigo. Social: Richard Fox, Virginia Seeds, Evelyn Garrett, Billie Taylor. Announcement: Charles Traylor, Virginia Lett, George Cook, Mildred Allen, Irl Smith. Pin and Ring: Ellis Stuart, Kermit Slack, Mar- guerite Johnson, Ruth Jenkins. Gift: Marjorie McElroy, Evelyn Hitz, Robert Pentecost, Joe Stone, Florence McDonald. Commencement: Martin Barnett, Eleanor Bosler, Bonita Heft, Robert Ullery, Elizabeth Bowman. Picture: Robert Taylor, Norman Babcock, May- burn Landgraf, Frances Borcherding, Hildred Siefert. Constitutional: Thelma Kinnaman, Charles Sol- tau, Ollen Bumpas. Day: John Nickerson, Shelley Givens, 'rH1Nc:s woR'rH R1f:MEMBERiNe Colors: Cathedral blue and salmon Flowers: Butterfly roses Motto: Insist on yourself, never imitate.

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zferafura P1 v.-Tal. rbqnr 7-2 CDE 4r,Y-w. The Beczux 0 Yesterdtzy A!! fha cciorfffr az .rfage.-S'h.1A-erpeaw. An invisible hand draws back the misty-blue cur- tains of Memory. The stage is set for the actors. 'Tis war time in America-Young America of the Revolution. Down the dusty highway comes canter- ing a spirited charger ridden by the gallant colonel- .lack lirereton. ln his broad sword belt is thrust a tiny bouquet of roses and honeysuckle, the token of his loved one, the adorable and charming .lanice Meredith. Back he hastens to keep his tryst with her-young love in the springtime-though duty calls and the ominous cannons of war thunder in the distance. The first character of our sketch, Jack Brereton, linglish nobleman, bond servant and aide of George Washington, the hero of a thousand adventures, always the perfect beau. He is America's contribution to the storied gallantry of the world. Ah! As the impatient horse wheels and prances before the gate of Greenwood, a slender figure, garbed in white, slips through the tall yew hedge. Janice has come, and the curtains fall. Again the soft draperies lift. Agtzin it is war- tilne-ccwrtizlze in France in the first feverish days of the Revolution. For the love of a girl, to revenge a murdered friend, and for the salvation of his people, coolly, calmly, and mockingly through the crowded days of glorious adventure, Andre-Louis Moreau-fugitive--strolling player-Prince of Beaux-King of swordsmen, wins fame and happi- ness with his gleaming rapier. He is the perfect Scaramouche-born with the gift of laughter and the sense that the world is mad-the clown, the buffoon, and the tragic come- dian. Challenging his godfather with these words, You call me mad, Monsieur. Well, perhaps l am, for I go to seek justice in a world where none exists, Andre-Louis leaves to gain that llI1POSSll5lCljllJffz'E in u ceorlff cchere 110116 exirff. Again, as Ommes Omnibus, the mouthpiece of the people, he fires the mob to passion. page lhirly-fron Let us leave him to his new-found happiness with Aline, his betrothed, rescued from the fury of the mob. The curtain drops as the carriage, bear- ing them to lands afar, rumbles through the Golden Gates of Memory and disappears into the hazy past. The curtain rises for the last time, revealing Il solitary hgure seated before a flickering fire. 'Tis Sidney Cartonl Though not a real born beau in all senses of the word, he is the Beau of all disappointed lleaux, a true representative of his times. His white breaches and high boots are spattered with mud, his scarlet-caped riding coat is flung carelessly over the back of the chair, and his head rests on his hand as he sits in an attitude of the deepest meditation. It is said that in men's lives, near their close, their childhood days vividly return to them. How bright his childhood must have been that night-the eve before the greatest sacrifice a man can make, for no man than this, that he lay another. How he must have Greater love hath down his life for longed to confide in someonel How his heart must have ached to tell Her for Whose sake he was about to do this deed, to receive a farewell kiss in pay- ment for his life. But there is no one to share his troubles, no one to whom he might entrust his mad secrets. His head droops lower and lower as in a dream he seems to see the morrow, the steps of the Guillotine, and a mob of the Reign of Terror, infuriated by the blood of its countless victims. It is a sad, sad thing that he meditates-yet, worthwhile if at the price of his own life he pur- chases another dear to the one he loves-Lucy. The sacrifice does not seem great, and a feeling of exul- tation thrills him through and through as he rises from his chair, strides to the door, gazes for the last time on the familiar surroundings. Then he is gone--never to return. For the last time the cur- tain falls and the plaintive music dies away. Sli!! are fha though: fo memory dear.-Scoit