Arsenal Technical High School - Arsenal Cannon Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)
- Class of 1928
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The old chief leaned against the sycamore,
And held outstretched a bow of hickory.
Strung with a strip of hide from some dead deer.
Which he had made to teach the circling score
Ot slim-thighed, copper-colored. awe-struck braves
Who studied his each move and heard each word
And prayed that they might some day be as wise
And boast as many scalps as this old chief.
Who knew to cure a hide and string a bow
With still young hand and eye of wondrous skill . .
The braves watched earnestly his furrowed face ---
But saw a wigwam. fire, papoose. and squaw,
Awaiting them beyond the western ridge,
When they in turn would teach the lean-loined braves.
The quiet, man tipped back his wooden chair
And prolfered patiently his humble words
To the long room of drowsy boys and girls,
Who at times listened to his restful drone.
He pointed to a globe with one thin hand
And spanned the faded Adriatic Sea ....
Their eyes ran down his face, his chin, his vest,
And pictured in their hearts the far-off day
Whcn they should not be taught-but live. They thought
These days a prelude which gave welcome way
To the more blatant music of their lives:
They saw the time when they would toil and take,
Forgetting that their words would sometime be
A lullaby to some long room of youth. . . .
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Memoirs of the old Sugar Maple
April 1, 1700.
Spring with its cheering companions is here again.
Great sleepy-headed violets nod here and there. My forest.
friends are waking up to the glory of spring. The warm
east wind blew by now carrying messages of welcome to
all the world. The grey squirrel frisked madly through
my neighbor's budding branches. A robin cheered his
caperings wildly. The slick round form of a. snake glided
stealthily through the muck below me. A toad hopped
importantly upon the dead hulk of a log. The squirrel
tells me that the creek, freed from its coat of ice, is
flowing merrily again. Yes, Spring: is here.
April 2, 1700.
I have always scotfed at fear, but after what has hap-
pened today, I shall entertain the greatest respect for it.
Red-skinned people have entered this neighborhood.
Indians! The first I ever saw! I knew they were Indians
for 1ny friend, the wind, had described them carefully to
me. One of them walked around as if he were looking: for
something. Suddenly he darted toward me. He bent me
over and around: then he shook his head. Evidently I
was safe. After that, I saw him break the back of the little
sapling which hovered in the shadow of the big beechg
then he bent it into a bow. I pray that that will not. be
April 1, 1800.
One hundred years ago, I made my Iirst entry in my
diary. Since then many of my friends have lived and died
here. I have changed. Once a sapling. terrified at the touch
of an Indian, I am now great and husky. I shelter my new
friends. A descendant of my first friend, a grey squirrel,
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Senior J ottzings
Size of Class: 505.
Colors: Shell pink. jude green. and orchid.
Flower: Aaron lN'z1r4l rose.
Motto: "The Higher We Rise. the Broader Our View."
Class Play: April 20, 1928.
Class Day: Jllll9 1, IDZH.
CUlllI1lE'l1Ct'IllQ1ltI .lune 14, 1928.
Ummmeiicemeiit Speaker: Dr. NV. E. J. Gratz.
Class Sponsors: Miss Margaret Axtell
Miss Lyle Harter
Miss Alta xV6lCl1
Fanny and the Serzrcmt Problem
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Vernon Wetlierell, , , 7 ,, lmle llorsett
Martin Benneth, ,, ,, , ,,,Russell Putter
Snsannali Bennet , , Willielniinzi Fzirsun
.lane Bennet-- ,,,, ,,,,Fr1ecla lflttnrger
Ernest Bennetw , ,,.Ruv Van Arsdull
Hunoria Bennetw WM, ,, elle-liglrt Haxtf,-r
Tlie Elder Miss Wetlierell , . ,,I'en-ile Neuse
Tlie Yunngxer Miss Wetlierell , ,,,Geor::iu Brass
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George P. Newtenw H ,,F1fll'l'lllyQT4l1l Bridwell
Englaiid -Lillian Laeker: Svutlalirl- .lean Sl1z1d1
1l'6lk1lll1-HGi16H Bettelierg Wales Virginia Ruh-
ertson: C'anadasfLouise Karesg Anstralia-eRe-
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Africa-Helen .X1l'X2llli1k'l'I India lintli Pzilindi
NewfoundlandfSl1irley Collier: Malay Areliipel-
ago -Edna Keyler: Straits Settlements llmwrtliy
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Edgar C'lz1I't'ey Paul Lyons
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Lillian lmekel' Robert Ilreier
112ll1lL'll2l Hnlt .lulin Tyler
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Adellu Slimrulter 1'xl'Ht,lk'l'1l' lluxter
Ellen 1x1I'Fkll14lt'll Rnlmert Appl:-tate
llirevtor Miss Plural M, Hyun
Stage-Mr. Ulielseu Stewart
Business Manzigeinentf fMr, 11. 11. Andersun
Advertising -Miss Adele Renard
f'OStlllllt'Sf1Yll'S. Roberta Stewart
Properties -Miss Dorothy Harder
Music'-Mr. V. E. Dillard
H istory of the June 1928 Class
With shouts of enthusiasm and wondering ex-
citement, the good ship, "High School Career,"
again set forth upon the waters of Education in
September, 1924. Aboard the ship were organized
groups ot passengers who bore various names
such as Shortridge, Technical, and Manual, and
who soon discovered that they were all bound for
the same destinationethe port of "Graduation"
Among this vast crowd of voyagers were the
members of Techs June '28 class land fortunately
many of their instructors! who were destined to
place their honor and fame in the annals of their
chosen group. At the head of the A
Tech group was Milo H. Stuart,
whose deep understanding and
warm sympathy soon gained the
confidence of all. Assistants under
him were splendid in every re-
spectg in fact, they were real
teachers who proved to be iine
guides and sources of inspiration,
They showed the passengers that I
it would be to their advantage to
learn certain thingsg this experi- i
ence would give them the training 1
usually secu1'ed during a four-year 1
high school course and the infor- 1
mation gained in both the required
and elective subjects.
It was not so strange, then, that these inex-
perienced voyagers soon became like one large
family, adapting themselves to their new environ-
ment and gaining the most from their trip by co-
operating with these leaders and other passengers
already on deck. Little by little they learned the
ways of the sea and the rules of the steamerg
furthermore, they realized that to gain an end,
they must resolutely hght sea-sickness.
The leaders of the group planned opportunities
to relieve the monotony of the voyage. They or-
ganized various clubs and other extra-curricular
activities. Some of the voyagers tried their ability
in the musical groups, others in the departmental
clubs, while a few were fortunate enough to gain
entrance into athletics.
Among the outstanding forms of planned rec-
reation were the football and basketball games.
Fellow voyagers of the Tech group, though play-
ing a hard game of athletics, were defeated by the
Shortridge team in the football contest for the
championship title, and by both Manual and
Shortridge teams in the basketball contest. How-
ever, in many other respects the Tech group
proved that Techs way was a "winning way."
The Tech Band, the Boys' Glee Club, and the
Choral Society won first place in the Music Con-
testg while the Girls' Glee Club and the Orchestra
By the end of the first year of their voyage,
most of the passengers were thoroughly con-
vinced that the trip was interesting as well as
instructive. Many, however, tiring of the never-
ending struggle for existence amid books and
lessons, stopped off at various ports and planned
to return home, letting slip the one golden oppor-
tunity that would never be offered
. again. The others sailed on and on,
enjoying both the work and the
play that fell to their lot.
Time passed and the ship now
crossed the "Tropic of Sophomore."
' The voyagers looked somewhat
sophisticated. Study and concen-
tration had become almost a habit.
Temptations to leave the ship were
conquered. Football and basketball
again received their fair share of
interest. The cup in football was
won by Tech by defeating the
Shortridge group with a score of
14 to 0, and the Manualites with a
' score of 15 to 7. After defeating
two opponents for honors in basketball, Tech was
defeated by Manual, 33 to 30, but came back
strong and won the track meet.
The Band, the Orchestra, and the Boys' Glee
Club won first prizes in the Music Contestg the
Girls' Glee Club won second. The R. O. T. C. was
placed as the honored unit in the annual inspec-
tion. Mary Louise Lewis won the grand sweep-
stakes prize in an Egg and Food show. held by
the Agriculture classes. Dorotha Magee won a
D. A. R. essay contest with an essay called "What
It Means to Be a Good Citizen."
Although their names were seldom mentioned
as yet. these voyagers of two years began to be
known. They decided to make a place for them-
selves in this Technical group and to serve it in
the best possible way.
By the time the "Tropic of Juniors" was
crossed, the ship's passengers were unusually in-
dustrious. How pleasant it was to have passed
the halfway mark and see, not so far ahead, the
golden port. of their dreams!
As heretofore, athletics continued to be one of
the central attractions for the travelers. Tech lost
the title in football, but proved to be winners in
basketball, taking not only the championship
title, but sectional honors as well.
Many of the passengers developed into leaders
or outstanding personages. In January, 1927, many
of them had obtained admission to the CANNON
staff. This staff published a weekly paper which
was read by the Tech group and called the
ARSENAL CANNON. Among these voyagers
were Ruth Pahud, who was destined to be a future
editor-in-chief: Farrington Bridwell, future class
officer and general manager of the CANNON edi-
torial otlices: Kenneth Higgins, the honored class
president and basketball star: Russell Potter,
future editor-in-chief, poet, and magazine editor:
Louise Haworth, magazine editorg William Weiss,
future circulation managerg Mary Jo Ross: and
Russell Potter had a book review published in
the "Scholastic" magazine, and an essay in the
"Magazine World." An honorable mention was
given to Ruth Pahud in the annual "Atlantic
Monthly" contest. Bathena Holt won a cash prize
of 25150.00 in a National Essay Contest. Maurice
Horton won a cash prize in a poster contest. Ida
Davies won a. place in a stenography contest.
Third year passengers they had become: sedate
and learned. The waters of travel had become
smooth, and the passengers much more confident.
One more year and the goal would be theirs!
Ahoy! Ahoy! "Tropic of Seniors!" How invig-
orating, uplifting. and soul-stirring! How pleasant
to be looked up to by the wistful, staring, first-
year passengers! Nevertheless, even the best
group needs organization. The voyage could not
continue at this critical point without student
leaders to guide the ship safely into port.
Accordingly, chairmen of the sponsor rooms
were elected as follows: John Martin. Sponsor
Room 11 William Weiss, Sponsor Room 25: Far-
rington Bridwell, Sponsor Room 4. As the class
grew in organization, it selected higher officers
to act as guides. They were: Kenneth Higgins,
president: Dorothy Grimes, vice-presidenlg Ar-
thur Kendall, treasurerg Dorotha Magee, secre-
tary: and Farrington Bridwell, sergeant-at-arms.
These "chosen few" were splendid in every re-
spect: not only had they scholastic standing, but
were leaders in all activities of the school.
The progressive spirit of the voyage quickly
led the passengers to select colors to distinguish
them. Nile green, orchid, and peach were chosen
as a symbol of this great group. Dexheimer was
elected class photographer, and the motto se-
lected was "The Higher XVe Rise-The Broader
Although the Tech voyagers lost the champion-
ship title in football, they again came forward in
basketball, winning the series title by defeating
Shortridge,-35 to 31, and Manual, 38 to 18.
The June class held the distinction of being the
first organized group to contribute earned money
to the Organ Fund. Its jobs were unique and
original and helped much to give pep and encour-
agement to the other passengers of the Tech
group who were earning money to install this
future organ in the new auditorium.
Other activities of the class included scholastic
and CANNON staff honors. Evangeline Lillenas
and Robert Brickert won year scholarships in
voice and piano, respectively, at the Metropolitan
School of Music. Russell Potter's poem, "Zinnias,"
appeared in a book published by the "Scholastic"
magazineg and an essay, also by Russell, entitled
"A Mid-XVest Book Fair," appeared in the "Maga-
zine World." Helen Curwin received a. cash prize
for a letter printed in the "Chicago Journal."
James Jones was awarded nrst prize for a poem
in the "Indianapolis Times" contest. Farrington
Bridwell received a gold medal for winning the
Tech contest in the Indiana Lincoln oratorical
contest, which was presented to winners in the
respective high schools by the William H. Block
CANNON staff members included Doris Wil-
lia.1ns, Christine Sorhage, Frank Sanders, Lillian
Lacker, Mary Esther Kinney, Mary Louise Lewis,
Hugh Rominger, Natalie Springer, Evangeline
Lillenas, Mildred Bea1'd, Adella. Showalter, Gay-
lord Allen, Robert Blackburn, Olga Brown, Kath-
ryn Carlisle, Catherine Allison, Knoll Kutchback,
Edwin Tomlinson, Bathena Holt, Albert Pearson.
and Murray Talbott.
and the Servant
Problem," was to be presented. Tryouts caused a
great deal of excitement, but at last the cast was
to Mary Seward
Things began to happen in
when the class play, "Fanny
announced. Leads were given
and Dale Dorsett. Other members of the cast in-
cluded Russell Potter, Farrington Bridwell, David
Milligan. Roy Van Arsdall, VVilhelmina Carson,
Delight Baxter, Frieda Ettinger. Cecile Nease,
Georgia Brass. Lillian Lacker, Jean Schad, Helen
Alexander, Virginia Robertson, Louise Kares,
Helen Bettcher, Rebecca Baldridge. Jean Win-
chell, Ruth Pahud, Shirley Collier. Edna Keyler,
and Dorothy Grimes.
In the competition for Class Day odicers, the
following students were victorious: poet, Russell
Potterg historian, Mary Louise Lewisg prophet,
Bathena Holtg willmaker, Edna Shivelyg and song
writer, Evangeline Lillenas.
All seemed fair sailing for awhile. The good
ship, S. Career," was slowly putting into port:
thoughts were turned to the coming party. to
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Last Will and Testament
Wt-, tht- Junt- class ol' nint-tt-en hundrt-tl antl Xt-wte of tht- st-nior play, bt-slows upon Robert
twenty-t-ight, realizing that wt- must soon don a Wolfe tht- ability of being a great public speaker
tlignilit-d air and tlt-part as 'I't-ch graduates, ft-el antl yt-t sutat-t-ssfully dodging rotten tomatoes.
this to bt- an opportune occasion to draw up our Albt-rt l't-arson bcqueaths to Cltarlt-s Donegan
last will antl tt-stament. Not bt-t'aust- we partic- tht- powt-r to maltt- all fair tlames' hearts tiutter
ularly tlt-sire to part with thest- trt-asured gifts, wht-n ht- approacltt.-s. Albert insists that Charlie
do wt- bt-stow tht-in upon someont- t-lst-, but be- ext,-rt this talt-nt with discretion.
caust- wt- have t'lCf1lll1't,'fi a ft-w t'ltarat-teristics To Tilden XVilson, Edwin Tomlinson reluc-
which, if passed on antl enlargt,-d upon, will bt- of tantly giyt-s all his lady friends, Edtlit- has never
some bt-nt-tit to our Alina Matt-r. been st-t-n on tht- campus without a girl.
To Mr. Stuart, for whom wt- hayt- tht- highest lllary ltlsther Kinney, the budding pot-t of Bliss
atlmiration, wt- givt- our pledges of always sup- Ilurnsitlt-'s English VIIlc class, wills to I-lelen
porting this grt-at school, for whit-lt ' M ' ' ' '
he is rt-sponsiblt-3 antl wt- assurt-
him that when the auditorium is
completed, wt- will return to extend
Wt- grant th ost- sympathetic
tti-acht-rs who havt- been instru-
mental in graduating us tht-
privilt-ge ol' claiming all honors'
bestowt-tl upon us aftt--1' wt- entt-r
tht- t-rut-l world. '
Not. bt-cause wt- wish to part:
with tht-m. but because circum-,
stances insist, we leave to tht- Junt-
class of 1925! three faithful 'spon-
sors, Miss Axtell, Miss Hartt-r, antl J
ltliss Wt-lch, who have an over- .
supply of kindness for all struggling st-niors.
l'pon leaving, we sincerely promise the janitors
that wt- shall always climb the stairs in profound
silt-nt-e antl neyt-r again tlrop candy wrappt-rs on
While in this mood of giving tht-re is one thing
wt- rt-fuse to part with and that is Kenneth Hig-
gins' t-xt-cutivts ability. Kenny is to preserve this
cart-fully until he becomes president of tht- Vnitetl
Dorothy Grimes, our small but mighty vice-
president, leaves to Muriel Warrick her ability to
hop, skip, and jump over the campus antl arrivt-
at classes on time. It took Dot l'our years to per-
fect this method.
Dorotha Magee consents to givt- ltat-ht-l Tim-
mons one of her various secretarial oflices. Dor-
otha serves in saitl capacity for four different
organizations. The best ol' these, however, is our
Arthur Kendall wills to the next treasurer an
itching left hand and a block "T," receivetl after
a summer's digging of potatoes in Kansas.
Farrington Alford Bridwell, the flashy Mr.
Brown her exceptional poetic tal-
xtnt antl a 1na11il1a folder of care-
fully written maliuscripts.
Robti-rt Blackburn gives his fa-
mous wise cracks antl clever say-
ings to any aspiring comedian.
Bob becamt- nott'-tl for his expres-
sion. "And howl"
To Roberta Hawkins, ltlildretl
Negley wills her extra two feet in
J ht-ight, since poor Bobby is so des-
perately in need of them.
Isobel Lane calmly turns over
to "Betty" lXIcI+'adden one of her
l many fur coats antl all of her well
worn textbooks. We hope Betty
will continue to wear them out in
a profitable manner.
Josephine Marone presents to Wilma Leonard
ht-r dark complexion, now that it is rumored
"Gentlt-mt-n Prefer Blondes."
Robert Bust-hmann is to become the proud pos-
sessor of William Weiss's charming smile. Bob
must appreciate that Bill is truly quite famous
for his beaming countenance.
David Milligan passes on his part in the senior
play to John Holtman. Johnnie must tirst become
a registered doctor before accepting this gift.
Fharles Binford surrenders his distinction of
being the most handsome boy in Roll Room 4 to
Ed wa rtl Bo w man.
Delight Baxter wishes to give her pleasant name
to any freshman who is not satisfied with her title.
Jack Neely, who is "God's gift to women," gives
this much-sought-after trait to Harold Ransburg
with full instructions as to its preservation.
Just to prove that he really is big-hearted.
Gilbert. Hendren wills his huge success in chem-
istry to William Nelson, providing Bill doesn't
see Mr. Chenoweth for recommendations. We hope
Bill isn't already successful in that line.
Maude Blickenstatf is to receive Isabelle Lu-
zader's musical voice. Isabelle is planning to se-
cure a much deeper one so that she may qualify
as the tirst feminine train caller.
Frieda McCallie's affinity for the girls' gymna-
sium is to go to Jean Hopper.
Marguerite Giezendanner graciously bestows
upon Mary Negley her many cheerful "Howdy's."
Ellen McFadden, the girl with the many coats.
presents Helen Carver with several round trip
tickets to Bloomington.
All the airs that accompany a sedate lady are
given to Alice Hopkins by Wilhelmina Carson.
Wilhelmina acquired these airs while portraying
the part of Mrs. Bennet in "Fanny a11d the Servant
Revealing the secret of his "ever-creased
trousers," John Tyler wills to Edwin Mct'affey an
Melvin Robbins forfeits his rosy cheeks to his
kid brother, Bob. Melly says that the formula
must be kept in the family.
While mentioning the skins you love In touch.
we should include Vivian t'issell. She has unself-
ishly willed hers to Maxine Rosebaum, but why.
we do not know, for Maxine already possesses a
Our "heap-big" yell leader. Maurice Boyd, be-
stows his deep voice and big feet upon his suc-
cessor. Maury has always considered the latter
mentioned a handicap in getting to classes on
Mary Jane Groves is the honored recipient of
Ma.ry Seward's charming smiles. Mary does not
guarantee that the leading part in the senior play
may be secured through a smile, but she believes
that it helps.
Eunice, Lawrence, Marion, and Rosemary Brown
leave their unusual last name
desires it and in its place they substitute White.
to anyone who
While speaking of color, we'll mention Knoll
Kutchback's gift of all his loud ties to "Jimmy"
Jackson. This assortment includes every combi-
nation not imaginable,
A vast collection of honor points gleaned in
four years at. Tech by .lohn Martin may be had
by any succeeding senior who will study equally
as hard as John has.
The ability of combining late hours and passing
grades as done by John Burgess is handed down
to Ralph Hook. The best way to preserve the
ability, however, is never to be forced to exer-
Lorrine Collins donates her expressive features
and habit of talking with her hands to Ethel
To all those who need it is left the Tech loyalty
of Mildred Dunn, Cecil Childs, and Rosalie Bundy.
Benjamin Carter tlecks a. bit of dust off his
million dollar personality and wills it to Arthur
Edgar t'laffey, one of Tech's "he men," leaves
his huge bearskin coat to be used for making
birds' nests next year. Everett Beatty also wishes
to contribute his kitty for a similar purpose.
However, we doubt if the birds will venture near
the beastly looking objects.
Robert Mueller leaves his popularity with
teachers, girls, and fellows to anyone who is able
to possess the above-mentioned without getting
the big head.
With sorrow in her sky-blue eyes, Roseland
tlibson says. "I confer my childish ambition of
becoming Tech's most beautiful girl to Violet
Martha. O'Banion and Catherine O'Neill sur-
lender their snappy eyes and good looks to any
Patricks, O'Days, or O'Nights that may attend
The glorious golden locks that made Helen
Beasley famous are to become the possession of
tleraldine Carver, since Jerry is tired of being
a brunette. While beautifying the underclassmen,
we bestow upon Dorothy Eininger, Betty Lower's
David Marion Baker, .lr.. the boy with the keen
eye for matchmaking, leaves this bit of advice to
struggling students: "Never get a brother-in-law
on the faculty."
Feeling this the correct time, we mention Julia
Stevenson's gift of a compact guaranteed not to
break. tarnish, or wear out at the powder cake.
To Mary Nuedy goes the pep that made Helen
lkettcher popular at Tech,
Martha Bryan's independent attitude is not to
be given away, as it was made for her alone:
however, she has consented to copyright it.
Rebecca Baldridge's patented chewing gum.
which requires no working of the jaws, is willed
to some empty wastebasket.
The sweet friendship of Jane Sherfick and Mary
Estelle Fairhurst is bestowed upon Marian Gil-
brech and Mildred Jenkins. This does not 1nea.n
any severing of bonds between Jane and Mary.
but they only wish others to enjoy a similar
Christine Sorhage and Mary Louise Lewis give
their distinctive places on CANNON staff to Mary
Miessen and Werner Bauman.
Kathryn Carlisle bequeaths her Glee Club eu-
thusiasm and her admiration for Manual to
Jolm Hancock passes on his keen-looking
clothes and masculine stride to Robert Armstrong.
Natalie Springer's late masterpiece. "Feature
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Prophecy of the June 1928 Class
The identity of the poet and author who had
been thrilling Europe for weeks was at last dis-
covered and made public, and we found to
great joy and amazement. that the great man was
none other than our own famous classmate, Rus-
sell Potter. Our editor, Frank Sanders, gener-
ously assigned to us the task of covering the
reception to be given our renowned friend. and
June 13. IMS, found us iioating toward England
in the huge and powerful submarine, "The Main,"
designed by Knoll Kutchback, and named after
his favorite building on the Tech campus.
As we were seated in the lux- -- ---
urious drawing room. hearing the
opera "Faust" being given over,
the radio, with Evangeline Lille-
nas as the famous lead, Marguerite,
whom should we suddenly notice
approaching ns but Jean Schad.
After our joyful greetings were
exchanged, during which time Jean
mentioned that she and Julia, Stev-
enson were en route to Berlin.,
where they expected to make a
great many sales as representatives A
of the Sullivan-Stegemeier Saus-
age Shop, she informed us that
Viola Hancock. whom we recog-
nized as leader of New York's .
smart set, was on board, accompanied by Naomi
Girard and Elizabeth Carnell.
At this point we were interrupted by sounds of
great merriment issuing from the ballroom.
Thinking we recognized the stentorian yell.
"Order," we proceeded in the direction of the
noise, and, arriving at the ballroom, found, as we
expected, William Weiss vainly trying to restore
enough order to continue his conducting of the
new dance step. named after Robert Iuppenlatz.
who was the first lllklll to make a non-stop Iiight
to Egypt and back in the Boyd superior man-
power airplane, invented by Maurice Boyd.
Lillian Lacker and Mildred Beard were endeav-
oring to master the intricate step under Bill's
direction: and we found at one end of the ball-
room, among a group of struggling aspirants,
composed of Frieda Ettinger, Thelma Gahan, and
Fern Van Voorst, Maxine Steele a.nd John Spahr,
who were also practicing the difficult hop which
they intended to int.roduce into their new vaude-
ville act which was to be given at "Johns, Salon"
in Paris t"J0hns" being John Tyler and John
Smithj. They informed us that they were under a
contract with Farrington Bridwell. Flo Ziegfeld's
successor, to appear with his famous Follies,
which numbered among those in its chorus Vir-
ginia Pennak, Adella Showalter, and Kathryn
Returning to the drawing room. we were ac-
costed by Jean Winchel and Burnelle Brown, who
were asking for contributions to a fund for the
maintenance of a home for retired CANNON
agents. Burnelle and Edwin Tomlinson were the
founders of the movement, and they planned to
be the first to occupy the quarters. Among those
e , generous citizens who had already
laided their cause, we found the
V names of Margaret Githens, known
l as America's Sweetheartg Harriette
Thomas, the famous lecturer on
discipline in high schools: Dorothy
Grimes, manager of the largest day
' nursery in the world: Joe Quigley,
Lindbergh's successor as president
of the air mail systemg and Charles
ltidge, author of the famous hook,
"How to Keep Strong and Slender,"
While we were adding our "wid-
ow's mite" to the collection, a new-
comer approached, whom we
,instantly recognized as an old
. classmate, Murray Talbott. Murray
was enjoying the distinction of being the world's
most ardent advocate of prohibition in Havana.
He told us that John Burgess and Benjamin Car-
ter were aboard the submarine, but were confined
to their rooms since traveling below sea level
made them ill. Jean and Burnelle, evidently with
visions of a. swelling fund, innnediately excused
themselves and hurried off in search of the two
Since there was to be a program given by the
submarine passengers, we started toward the
auditorium: but before we had covered half the
distance, we came upon a huge crowd. Craning
our necks to see over the heads of the people, we
perceived Cliiford Voges making an impassioned
speech. on the linancial conditions in the Balkans.
Clifford was being assisted by Ann Martin, who
was doing a song and dance number during in-
termissions. XVe had a word with Clifford when
his speech was finished, and he assured us that
his oratorical powers had been greatly developed
during his short stay in Sponsor Room 25.
When we finally arrived at the auditorium, we
found ourselves a part of a group composed of
Shirley Collier, Dorotha Magee, Lucille Pittman.
Charles Binford, and Robert Blackburn. Shirley
and Dorotha had organized a firm for the writing
of dunning letters. They received their inspiration
from watching the June '28 financial committee
trying to collect senior dues. Lucille informed us
that she was making one of her semi-weekly
trips to Paris to learn the decrees of fashion for
1953. Charles Binford and Robert Blackburn had
incorporated the Binford-Blackburn Better Busi-
ness Bureau, and they were carrying on a cam-
paign for the election of Kenneth Higgins as the
next president of the United States, with Frederic
Baxter as vice-president.
We were very ably entertained that afternoon
by a select group of artists. among whom were
Mlle. Mary Jo Ross, who, assisted by Willis Rex-
ford, was featuring a very clever puppet show:
Delight Baxter. giving her character interpreta-
tion of the ideal maid: Ruth Randall, prima
donna, who had high hopes of becoming as fa-
mous as Mme. Schumann-Heink by the time she
attained that lady's most respectable age: and
Richard Kuhlman, the famous lady impersonator.
Georgia Brass had received from the master of
ceremonies the permission to exhibit her famous
"Sure-snuff" hair tonic, an absolutely new form
of hair restorer, guaranteed to put a. permanent
crimp in anyone's hair. This marvelous herb is
taken in the form of a, certain delectable weed. as
the name implies. Georgia proved the absolute
merits of the miraculous medicine when she pro-
duced effective but somewhat reluctant testimony
in the form of Arthur Kendall.
As we were leaving the auditorium, we met
Sydney Stevens, who was traveling to Europe
with his orchestra, which enjoyed the unique dis-
tinction of being the only one able to play the old
Tech song in every conceivable manner. Those
of the members that we knew were Robert Brick-
ert, Ellis Carroll, Ruth Dale. Mary Louise Lewis,
Helen Tucker, and Donald Weddle.
When we asked for information concerning
more of our classmates, Sydney told us that Fred
Doeppers was the head of a very famous detective
agency which numbered among its wealthy clients
Hugh Rominger, the famous fight promoter, who
had made it possible for Ralph Brandt to become
the world's heavyweight champion: Dale Dorsett,
the second John Barrymore, both in the matter
of his ability and the character of his roles: Mary
Longerich, Dale's new leading ladyg and Rosa
Nell Ward, who had inherited the Roumanian
crown jewels, and was therefore particularly in
need of the protection. We learned that there
were some of our old June '28 friends employed
by Fred: Roy Van Arsdall, noted for his tact and
diplomacy in securing confessions from wrong-
doersg Ralph Eggelhof, particularly adept at track-
ing victims of kleptomaniag Emmlind Junius, who,
by her sweet smile and winning ways, caused the
most. hardened criminals to reform: and Robert
North, the Chinese handwriting expert.
XVe were destined never to hear the rest of
Sydney's speech, because Donald Wagner, the
captain of the submarine. came to tell us that we
were nearing Liverpool. The submarine was no
longer submerged now, and. gazing through some
powerful glasses. we beheld Dorothy George and
James Whitesell standing on the shore, fran-
tically waving their handkerchiefs in greeting.
During the last few minutes Kenneth Bridges
tried to interest us in a new toilet soap which he
was selling, but we were too excited to hear any-
thing but the statement that Mary Louise Blau-
velt, the great scientist, had worked out the
Mary Runshe and Adeline Thompson ran down
the deck and offered us some peanuts they were
trying desperately to get rid of.
As our submarine finally docked, we landed
amid great excitement and confusion. Our fare-
wells were many and heartrending, and we parted
with many promises to meet again as soon as
opportunity presented itself.
The Spirit of Tech
My voice is in the ripple of the water, the snap
of the fiags, and the tread of marching feet. My
breath is in the orange and purple autumn. the
white winter, the verdant spring, and the vari-
colored summer. My music is in the music of the
bands and orchestras, singing voices, youthful
laughter. At one time my strains were martial.
accompanied by the tramp of weary feet. But
now! O now! How different! Where weary feet
once tramped, joyous youths traverse with springy
steps. Where once a few buildings stood widely
scattered, a cluster of magnificent structures
stand. My hope is the hope of every heart: my
will, the desire of each. I sow seeds of learning
in fertile minds: I nourish the seeds and produce
On the field, I urge the football star, the runner.
the baseball player. I hold before them laurels of
victory for them to place at the shrine of their
I place my hand in benediction upon the grad-
uates going out into the world.
It is I who rejoice when the success of former
students reaches my ears. I take them by the hand
and lead them back to the haunts of their youth,
the scene of many happy days, their Alma Mater,
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The Eagle Powders
At 11:43 on the night of April 230, 1929, the
Eagle looked down upon the long, dark halls and
the north stairway ot the third floor in the Main
building of the Arsenal Technical Schools. Sud-
denly his wooden heart gave a. big thump. He
realized that this was May Day Eve.
Of course you know that on May Day Eve from
11:45 to midnight every inanimate object not only
has all human qualities. but it also possesses
every other quality which humans desire. For a
number ot May Day Eves the Eagle had heard
behind his door much talking among the 434
books and hundreds of jacketed papers which
remained mute and motionless for all the rest of
the year. However, he could not understand all
that they said. Tonight he determined to make
the most of his fifteen minutes on May Day Eve.
Screwed to the door north of Room 169, and
mounted above the inscription, "United States
Records of Our Arsenal Grounds, 1865 to 1902,"
the Eagle usually spent his week-days watching
the girls and boys pass by. Occasionally some one
stopped to admire him. At nights and during va-
cation times he listened for the striking of the
Arsenal clock. He enjoyed being 011 duty here
because occasionally one or two persons would
come, turn the double lock on his door, and take
out or return some interesting-looking old book,
While the door was open. the Eagle always looked
through the crack. He knew that there were
twenty big boxes of books which occupied the
entire south wall space and that four big shelves
on the north side held some more old books. But
tonight as he stretched his wooden wings from a
miniature representation of the Capitol at Wash-
ington, D. C., to another miniature of the tower
of the Indianapolis Arsenal, the Eagle determined
to make the most of his opportunities of May Day
Eve and to learn more about himself and his
evidently important position.
At exactly 11:-15 the Eagle suddenly came into
possession of all his May Eve faculties. Behind
him he heard the unclicking of twenty Yale locks.
the opening of box lids, and the yawning of hun-
dreds of old. musty books, He also detected foot-
steps crossing the threshold of the oflice on the
second floor and coming north in the corridor.
The Eagle listened intently to the conversation
behind the door.
"You're exactly one-sixteenth of a second be-
hind opening time," said the New Lid of a. box
on the top row to a very Old Lid of a box on the
"You were just a part of a, forest tree," smiled
the Old Lid. "when my Brother Box and I came to
the Indianapolis Arsenal in 1865. XVe have served
in many ways about the Arsenal: carried books
back to the Frankfort, Pennsylvania, Arsenal, in
1902: and held them for seventeen years, before
you were made into an overseas box in 1918. As
you were not sent, you were detailed to help us
out when we came back here in 1919."
"Why were you sent away in 1902," asked An-
other Young Lid, "and why did you come back
again in 1919?"
"Well," answered the Veteran Lid, "the United
States Government closed this Arsenal and sold
the grounds for a school. It seemed as though a
school would never need or want records of am-
munition and powder and guns. One day when we
were in the attic ot the Frankfort Arsenal resting
comfortably under our warm blankets of thick
gray dust, a man with a crow-bar and a woman
with a pen and note book!-."
interrupted a tissue paper Press Letter
Book in a top-row box, "Was thinking about the
last letter which the last secretary copied in me
before he put me into the box."
The Eagle saw this book open to the letter in
question, and heard the book read: "Tomorrow
I shall ship the seventeen boxes to the Frank-
fort Arsenal. I suppose the books will never be
opened and will eventually moulder away in dust."
From their conversation the Eagle learned that
in 1919 the boxes had been opened, and their
contents listed by a Tech teacher whom Mr.
Stuart had sent to Washington, and then to
Frankfort. At his request the books had been
returned, cataloged, re-boxed, stored in the Indi-
anapolis Arsenal, then in the attic of the Main
building, and finally were put into their present
"But you have been opened. And you didn?
moulder away in dust. And you did come back!
My, I am glad!" said a frisky book which had an
old-fashioned binding, but which did not have a
single word written on its pages. Everybody liked
this book. He had been bought in 1898 to keep the
Spanish-American War records of work done in
the Artillery building. This book had never
learned to be dignified, because it had never had
an opportunity to be used: but he had a jolly
disposition and secretly longed to be written in
as honorable service. The books had nicknamed
this empty volume, "Blank, 1898"
For the time being, the Eagle had been so
interested with all that he had been hearing
behind the door that he had forgotten to be curious
about the noise that he had heard on the second
floor. He turned to see seven books walking up
the stairway. The leader, Volume I, Letters to
the Chief of Ordnance, preceded the Post Order
Book, A Record of the Guard House, A History of
the Oflicers in the United States Army, a Catalog
of the Arsenal Records, and Volumes I and II of
the "Hear Ye." These last two contained, not
Arsenal and Army records, but a handwritten
history of the first year of the Arsenal Technical
Schools. The Eagle fairly gasped when he saw
these seven books pass through the locked door
and take their places on the stepladder. The
Eagle saw all the books stand at attention while
Volume II, Letters to the Chief of Ordnance,
"I am most happy," said Volume I, Letters to
the Chief of Ordnance department, "to come to you
tonight to tell you what has been happening to
us, what changes have been made on the grounds,
and to present Volumes I and II of the 'Hear Yef
I wish also to tell you about Supreme Day and
the new Epoch Books to which you all could
"Except me," said Blank, 1898, as he fell awk-
wardly out of his box, got up, and tried in his best
but awkward manner to salute Volume I.
"I'd like to hear about all this, but I'd much
prefer seeing these grounds and buildings. Why
can't the youngest of the books which the last
secretary packed in each box go out on the
grounds, look around, and report the changes?
We have only six more minutes of May Day Eve.
I do want to prepare myself to be useful."
"How could you find your way around?"
chuckled the New
Box Lid. Blank, 1898, looked
abashed. Everyone laughed good-naturedly.
"Why not let him go with me?" said Volume Il
of "Hear Ye." "I need some information, myself.
Besides, I may be
have been used in
there are changes
Volume I looked
of service to even those who
various buildings. Remember.
which even I have not seen."
around and saw that everyone
approved. "Youngest books from each of the
twenty boxes and four shelves," said Volume I,
"step forward. In groups of three inspect your
former posts of duty. Blank, 1898. may accompany
Volume II 'Hear Ye' wherever they may choose
to go. You have IClVQ and seven-eighths minutes
before the Arsenal clock strikes. Get your reports
in before the clock sounds ten of its midnight
The Eagle counted twenty-six books as they
silently sped through the locked door and hurried
down the north stairway. Then he turned to listen
to the older books as they exchanged memories
and inquired about the plans which the school
was realizing in the writing of its own history,
which of course included the history of the
Arsenal itself. Thus the old books heard of the
Epoch books. of Supreme Day plans, and the
latest news of the Arsenal Technical Schools.
The Eagle especially enjoyed the rapid ex-
change of memories which the older books dis-
cussed. He learned that the greatest excitement
came in the Civil War when Morgan's Raiders
rode toward Indianapolis to capture the ammu-
nition. Holidays brought a cessation of work and
fine dinners. Oxen hauled stone for the Arsenal
building. The flag hung at half-mast in respect
to the memories of Ex-Presidents Buchanan, Fil-
more, and Hayes, of General Grant, and also of
President McKinley. Gas lighting, water mains.
conduct of men. privileges of visitors, regulations
about dogs. and news of the closing of the Ar-
senal made the Eagle's head swim and then jerk.
He heard the Arsenal Clock begin to strike the
hour of midnight.
ONE: ! !
"There is no office in which we were written,"
said the youngest Press Letter Book, saluting.
"The steps are there, but goldiish are swimming
in the cemented cellar."
"On the oulsidrj' reported the last Supplies
Book, "the Corral or Barn looked natural, but
inside I found pictures of Rome and books on
"The north workshop is still being used. The
heating plant has disappeared," said a Packet
"I am terribly puzzled," said the Artillery
Report. "I had hoped to see some new cannon
in the Artillery, but if no one sleeps in the
Barracks, why do they need all the old cannon-
storage-place and some additions besides for
three more dining-rooms?"
"In the East Residence," said the Commissary
book, "I found nothing but desks in the bed-
rooms, the parlor, the dining-room, the kitchen,
and even in the butler's pantry."
"Pianos, typewriters, and guns!" added the
Telegram. "The Commanding Officers' Resi-
dence had lost its porches! What do they use
that building for now?"
"Not a rifle in the Arsenal," reported the
Light Artillery Record, "but there is a. new
stairway on the north, and another large ce-
ment and iron one in the old clock tower. Who-
ever uses that building now must spend most
of his time coming in and going out."
SEVEN: ! !
"What has happened?" exclaimed the young-
est Guard House Record, breathlessly. "There's
not a single guard on duty. The rooms are piled
with paper. Athletic notices and bulletins about
paper for the Organ Fund replace a, book like
me. Across the familiar closed iron gates a
large sign reads: Arsenal Technical Schools."
Volume I, Letters to the Ordnance depart-
ment, had been counting the strokes as he heard
the reports. Turning to the Catalog who had
accompanied him from downstairs, he asked,
"Are all present or accounted for?"
"All except." began the Catalog---.
In came "Hear Ye" Volume II with Blank,
1898, who breathlessly said. "I've seen the new
fresh air school, the wildflower garden, the
vegetable gardens: been in the new market
house, through the chicken house, across the
tennis courts, all around the track on the ath-
letic field, over the bleachers, through the
powder magazine which is filled with R. O. T.C.
uniforms, through the power house, gymna-
sium, all the shops, and laboratories, and up
to the top of the smoke stack.
"I saw the new iron flag pole and saluted the
flag, which will be raised in the morning. Vol-
ume II 'Hear Ye' is 'some' guide. He says that
he and Volume I and all the Epoch books may
be brought up here and stay in a new box. May
I be released and work with them?"
The Eagle felt prouder than ever. He
understood his mission.
"We shall consider that request next May
Day Eve," said the Commanding Volume, rising.
He passed through the door, followed by his
companions, and started toward the office on
the second door.
TWELVE: ! !
Twenty lids clicked. May first, 1929, had come.
The Eagle pondered.
God crowned you with a myriad blissful joys-
Your eyes, your lips, your laugh. She loved them
Even the thousand blessed little faults
That made you sometimes man,
The cap of curls that clustered on your head-
Each curl was worth a million in her eyes,
And though you scorned them yet she loved
'Twas God who set the hollow just that way
In your full throat: who lidded the gray eyes-
Eyes, heavy, drooping-sleepy eyes, they say.
Your smile was a bewild'ring sudden flash:
An Irish smile, half-laughter and half-tears.
A smile that once was hers. How could you say
That she disliked you? You, the only one
In whom the girl she used to be shone out.
The God that made you, in his love divine,
In His own image, could not have the heart
To crush you down: to blot you out as one
In whom no thought but that of evil bides.
Sometime, somewhere, somehow. he'll send you
For her love follows you where'er you go:
And where love is there can be naught but good.
She will have faith, and hope, will wait awhile,
For there is hope where there is breath and life.
And when you creep too gladly to her arms,
I think you'll wear some rosemary-and rue!
"There is a destiny that makes us brothers:
None goes his way alone.
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back into our own."
Late one afternoon in the early spring of 18119
or 1820, when central Indiana was heavily wooded
and uninhabited except by Indians and wild ani-
mals, a large, dark-haired man with his wife and
one little boy wound his way across the country.
in and out among the trees and across the swampy
places. His dress, including a broad-brimmed hat
and a drab overcoat with many capes, was much
like that of the Pennsylvania Dutchman's of
This family was seeking a place in which to
build a cabin. They had with them all their
worldly possessions-'fone cow, two -
horses, and a few household fur-
nishings, blacksmith tools, and
farm implements. All day this man
and woman had been traveling
slowly, seeking earnestly for the
proper site for their new home.
Occasionally they stopped to rest
their horses and look about them.
Just as it was growing dark, the
woman saw a small stream of
clear cool water. "Oh, George," she
said, "let us camp here for the
night." The man agreed, and to-
gether they made preparations for
When morning came and the . - -V
sun shone brightly about them, they were at-
tracted by the place.
"Think, a creek at our very door with plenty
ot' fish, fresh water for ourselves and the animals.
logs for building the cabin, wood to burn for
many years!" exclaimed George Pogue.
For many days the pioneer's axe rang merrily
through the woods, and slowly the logs were
piled one on another to form the walls of the
cabin. While the husband was building the log
house, his wife and son were spading small plots
of sunny ground in which to plant garden seeds.
One day the boy came running into the cabin
crying, "Indians! Oh, ma, I saw an Indian look-
ing at me through the bushes."
"Why, John, are you sure?" she asked anxiously.
"I know, ma, I saw him, and I came right away
to tell you."
"Well, well. We'll tell father about this." said
XVhen the father heard the story, he shook his
head and said slowly, "I fear 'tis true. I saw two
Indians today. We must make another fastener
for the cabin door."
After that the Indians were often seen. They
resented the presence of the settlers who had
robbed them of their camping places and game.
What right had the white man to settle in the
lands over which they had always freely roamed,
and eat the food which was by rights theirs? Nu
doubt some of their visits to the neighborhood of
the cabin were also due to curiosity. One day.
while John was hoeing the garden, he saw an
Indian stealthily approach his father's horses,
which were grazing a little distance from the
cabin, and examine curiously their iron shoes, A
few days later the horses disap-
peared, At first Pogue thought his
horses had wandered away: but
as they did not return and all et'-
forts to find them failed, he decided
they had been stolen by the
One evening about twilight, a
straggling Indian. known to the
settlers as Wyandotte .lohn, came
up to Pogue's cabin and asked to
stay all night. Mr. Pogue did not
I like to keep him, but thought it
best not to refuse, as the Indian
, was known to be a had and a very
desperate man who had left his
own t1'ibe in Ohio for some offense,
and was now wandering about among the various
Indian camps. His principal lodging place the
previous winter had been a hollow sycamore log
that lay under the bluff and just above what is
now the east end of the National Road bridge
over White River.
After John was furnished with something to
eat, Mr. Vogue inquired if he had seen any white
man's horses at any of the camps. John said he
had left a camp of Delawares that morning in
which he had seen horses with iron hoofs. He
described them so minutely as to lead Mr. Pogue
to believe they were his. However. he was afraid
that it was a deception to lure hi1n into the woods,
and mentioned his suspicions to his family.
When the Indian left the next morning, he took
a direct course towards the river, on which nearly
all the white settlements were located. Pogue
followed him for some distance to see whether
he would turn his course toward the Indian
camps, but found that he kept directly on toward
the river. Then, Pogue returned to his cabin and
told his family he was going to the Indian camp
for his horses.
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THE ARSENAL CANN
"Hey, tellers, he careful there. Not so much
noise," the hoarse whisper penetrated the murky
blackness of the formidable night surrounding
the Arsenal grounds. Several shuffling noises
followed, and stealthily creeping shapes appeared
in the vicinity of the West Residence--then all
was quiet as before. Not a star shone in the
heavensfnot a light gleamed in a single building
-all was dark--all was silent. Only the swaying
trees whispered mysteriously to one another. for
they alone knew of the secret transactions that
had taken place beneath them.
Night ruled for sev-
eral hours and then -
the first rays of light
appea1'ed. The dark
silhouettes of the trees
and buildings were
now visible. As the
sun peeped over the
h o r i z o n, the resi-
dences began to show
signs of life. The serv-
ants were up. making
preparations for the me -,A
Before long a squad
of soldiers detailed to
attend the sunrise
flag-raising were assembling about the Hag pole.
The soldiers appeared in a rather jovial mood as
they admired their blue uniforms with shining
brass buttons and their freshly polished shoes.
"Doggone his brass buttons. anyhow." one pri-
vate chuckled to himself after he saluted an
"VVish you was an officer, eh?" one of his com-
"You bet-one like Grant. Say, come here-
you got some lint on your sleeve."
Today Alois Fuchsloch was to fire the cannon.
As the young soldier took his place behind the
artillery, the detailed squad, the officer of the day,
and the guards stood at attention. Just as the
Hag was being raised with the soldiers saluting,
Alois tired the cannon. A deafening and tremen-
dous report followed. The shot resounded loud
and shrill, like a terrific explosion. When the
smoke cleared. the men looked at one another
with a ghastly expression upon their faces, as if
they expected to see Alois or one of their com-
panions blown to pieces. Some were standing with
fists clenched, as if they wanted to face the last
THE GIIXRIT I'lVlI'SE
in a fighting attitude. The occupants of the West
Residence thrust their heads out of the windows
to see what all the confusion was about.
"What in thunder happened?" one soldier
"Hey. are you still there?" another asked.
while all stared at Alois, still standing helplessly
behind the cannon and shaking with fear.
"Three days in the guard house," the officer of
the day grufily commanded as he beckoned toward
the guards that were standing nearby. "This is
no time for nonsense. .lust another case where a
fellow don't know how
- to fire a cannon. But
we'll show him how
before he is here many
' more days. Hurry up
there. and be off with
him! Stop glaring at
The squad looked at
one another and then
at frightened A l o i
Without hesitation the
guards marched for-
ward to take him to
A the guard house. The
eyes of the soldiers
followed the culprit.
"I didn't mean to." Alois managed to say in
broken English as a means of apology to the
guards. His short military experience had not yet
taught him that no apologies to the guards were
needed. Ignoring what he said, the guards went on,
"Go on now and mind your own affairs." the
ofhcer of the day snapped. "You fellows pay more
attention to that 'greeny' than you do to
fiag fioating there in the breeze."
It was then that the soldiers first turned their
attention toward the fiag unfurled at full mast.
They hadn't as yet realized that it had been raised.
Then the military squad disbanded in an uncom-
fortable silence to prepare for the morning meal
and the day's training.
As the group started toward the Barracks. one
of the blue-coats said to John Hollingsworth,
"Maybe there was something the matter with
that cannon which made it act the way it did
for Alois. Somehow I don't feel that kid is
"Maybe so," John evasively replied.
"I feel sorry for the kid, don'tcha?"
"It makes me laugh."
And so the boys joked all day among themselves
about Greeny and the cannon firing.
That night John Hollingsworth called on Eliz-
abeth Kirkland, a fair young maiden who had
come to the Arsenal as a companion to Major
Hill's wife. The girl resided with the Hills in the
East Residence. John suggested that they take a
stroll on the grounds, as it was such a lovely
evening. Elizabeth was delighted with the sug-
gestion, so the two started off, arm in arm. They
walked leisurely past the Arsenal and the guard
"Who's that fellow in there, Mr. Hollingsworth '?"
Elizabeth asked. "I don't remember seeing him
name's Alois Fuchsloclif'
"What's the matter with the poor boy, he looks
so downcast ?"
"Oh," John chuckled. "he's that greeny who
tired the cannon so intelligently this morning.
Ha! Ha! Ha!"
"Well, I don't think it is nice of you to laugh
at him. One might think you played a joke on
"Oh, don't go to becoming suspicious right
away. He's a game sport. I'll admit," John con-
tinued with another laugh.
"Please don't, Mr. Hollingsworth. VVhere did
he come from?"
"You're not interested in him, are you, Miss
"Oh, no! Just feel rather sorry for him. But
tell me, is he an American? Where did he come
"Not exactly, see. He's for the Stars and Stripes
all right. He left Germany to avoid compulsory
military training and came right to Indianapolis
For a moment Elizabeth was silent: then she
lifted her eyes and looked straight at John.
"You'll be nice to him, won't you I hate to see
a soldier so sorrowful looking and then being
laughed at. Maybe he left a mother and a father
at home. He's a good looking chap, all right."
"There you go talking about his handsome face
right away. Come, let's quit talking about Greeny
who can't even fire a cannon. Too bad he didn't
get here in time for the war."
"Let us turn around now. You'll be in the guard
house, too, if you're not careful."
"Oh, what's being reprimanded when one can
walk with a delightful companion like you?" John
calmly replied as he held her arm closer. " 'Spect
I nor any of the other boys will have a chance if
Alois comes around."
"Why, I haven't even been introduced to him
yet, sir. It's nearly nine o'clock. You must hurry'
so you get back to the Barracks before the taps
are blown. I wish that old Arsenal clock wouldn't
go so fast. An evening barely begins and then it is
time for the taps."
"That's right. I don't want to keep Alois com-
pany. Pretty tough for him. eh?" he said, with a
merry twinkle in his eye.
"Good night, Mr. Hollingsworth." Elizabeth
turned and entered the house without waiting for
For several minutes John just stood there, and
then he turned away. "Goodness knows." he mut-
tered to himself, "how a girl can fall for a greeny
like him. I must tell the other .fellows or we will
never get to go walking with Elizabeth again.
Alois will be the chosen one. I'm glad we Hxed it
so he had to go to the guard house for a couple
That night as Elizabeth prepared for bed. she
thought about the stranger in the guard house.
The joking attitude John had taken toward him
made her very sympathetic.
"I know what I'll do," she said to herself. "I'll
bake him a little cake and send it to the guard
house, but not tell who sent. it."
The next day Elizabeth carried out her plans,
but the messenger misunderstood and told who
sent it. Several days later Elizabeth received this
note: "Thank you for the kuchen. It ser goot.
Wor do not tell me how I feel. You ist kindest
frauline. Alois Fuchslochf'
"What that boy needs is somebody to help him
with his English," Elizabeth told herself as she
folded the note and put it back into the envelope.
"If none of the other soldiers will help him, I will,
and I'm going to write him right this minute."
Several days hence, Alois, spotlessly clean.
pulled the knocker on the paneled door of the
East Residence. He had come to take his first
Four times a week thereafter. Mr. Fuchsloch
received instruction from Elizabeth. She enjoyed
the study hour and began to count the hours
until lesson time. Oftentimes the two would take
a. walk or just sit and talk for a long time after
the tutoring had been finished for the day.
After a time the lesson periods became less
frequent as the soldiers drilled more than usual
in order to be ready for the military inspection.
Alois Fuchsloch looked forward to the event with
boyish delight. It was the first inspection in which
he had ever participated.
At last the memorable day arrived. All the sol-
diers' uniforms were freshly cleaned and pressed.
Elizabeth Kirkland was busier than ever that
afternoon. so that she might get her work done
to attend the inspection. VVhen she arrived, she
eagerly scanned the lines for Alois, but did not
see him. Then she caught sight of the banner of
the company he was in. It was at the very end
of the procession.
Rather disappointed that she could not see him.
she watched the officers. Her eyes followed Major
Hill as he strode off toward the rear of the lines.
Perhaps he was going to change Alois' position.
She hurried to the other side of the field with the
hopes that she might see Mr. Fuchsloch.
"Oh!" She uttered a cry and closed her eyes.
There stood Alois as proud as could be with a
pair of gray trousers on. Was he a spy? Were all
the mean things the soldiers said about him true?
Had he deceived her? Was he really a Confed-
erate soldier? Oh no, it couldn't be! Not Alois!
Oh no! She opened her eyes, vainly hoping she
had made a mistake. Two guards were rushing
toward the Major.
"To the guard house and not a word," Major
Hill sternly commanded.
She was disgraced. To think that she, Elizabeth
Kirkland, a loyal Northerner, had believed and
trusted him. She turned and fled back to the East
Residence. In the secrecy of her room she wept.
At last she rose and went downstairs. No one
was at home. She went outside-perhaps nature
could comfort her. The evening shadows were
falling and the soldiers were all in the Barracks.
Elizabeth walked along with downcast eyes. She
did not want to see or speak to anyone.
"Didn't he look cute? Ha! Ha!" she heard a
gruff voice mumble. For a time she forgot her
own troubles and walked very cautiously so that
the owner of the voice would not hear her.
"They were a little too big, though."
"Hey, didn't he look funny when the Major
came up to him?"
"He certainly thought he was being honored
by wearing those trousers."
"Say, I wonder how I'll get them back without
getting snitched on."
"Hal Ha! That was funnier than the cannon
"Did you write the letter, Bill?"
"Yea, I told him it was a great honor to be able
to present him with these trousers to be worn on
the day of inspection. Only those who had given
unusually splendid military service were granted
the privilege. The trousers belong to my brother's
Sunday suit. Hope he don't get 'em soiled."
Elizabeth put her hand over her mouth to keep
from screaming. Turning, she fled as fast as she
could in the direction of the guard house. She
saw it all now. It was only one of the many
pranks the soldiers had played on Greeny.
Breathless, she pushed open the door and rushed
into tl1e little office of the guard house. There
she came to a sudden stop.
"Is it you, Alois?" she cried.
"Here, what's the matter, girl?" the Major
requested. "This is no place for you."
"He didn't do it! He didn't do it!"
Wear those trousers."
"Haven't I got eyes?"
Yes, but I mean he didn't know it was wrong."
"Go away. Punishment must not be delayed.
Continue," he said as he nodded toward Alois who
was shamefully hanging his head.
"I'm not going and he's not guilty."
"Do you know, young man, that that was a very
serious otfense and subject to long imprison-
ment?" Major Hill continued, ignoring the girl.
"No, sir. I g-g-got a-a l-letter here which s-say
I should w-wear them at in-in-inspection."
"None of that stuff hereg this is a military
Elizabeth could no longer compose herself.
She threw herself between the ofiicer and Alois
and blurted out all she had heard. As she finished,
she sank weakly down in a nearby chair. Major
Hill looked at her suspiciously.
"Is this a scheme of yours to prevent justice
from being administered?"
"Oh, no! no!"
"Do you think that is sufiicient evidence for us
to let him go free?"
"Alois, tell him! Tell him the truth!" she
"May I-I speak, OfIicer'?"
"If it's the truth."
Then Alois told his story of how the trousers
had been left in his room with a note pinned to
them. He took the note from his pocket and
showed it to his superior.
For a time the Major was silentg then he said,
nodding to the girl, "Please return to your own
quarters. Mrs. Hill will need you."
After Iinishing the dishes, Elizabeth went to her
own room. There she knelt down and prayed:
prayed that the Almighty God might clear Alois
of disgrace. Then she arose and went out again
into the fresh air. The swaying trees seemed to
sympathize with her. She walked slowly past the
guard house and on in the direction of the Bar-
Suddenly she jumped. There Alois was coming
from the direction of the Barracks. She criedg
she didn't want to, but she couldn't help it.
"Come now, Elizabeth," he said soothingly as
he placed his arm in hers. "Let's take a walk."
"Yes, let's take a walk," Elizabeth whispered.
And so in the evening glow the two started off.
Nuie: Bessie Broughton, January '23, is the grand-
rlzild of Elizabeth fKirkIandj and Alois Fuchslofh.
Extracts from ct Pioneer Techrttfs Diary
First day at school is over. One hundred eighty-
three pupils and eight teachers assembled on
second floor of Arsenal, where Mr. Stuart wel-
comed us. No seats or blackboards yet. School
dismissed until next Monday on account of lack
of equipment. A beautiful campus. Seventy-six
acres of beautiful trees and wild flowers. Quaint
old buildings with such queer names -Barn, Bar-
racks, East Residence, West Residence. Artillery,
Powder Magazine, and the stately old Arsenal.
I know I'm going to like Tech, in spite of dis-
comforts. How proud I am to be one of the first
painters are at work
in Barn and Barracks,
New desks and ink-
wells have arrived. I I
Things grow brighter
t, . X1
Class took trip to
old Arsenal t o w e r
with Miss Shover af-
ter school. Someone
p u l 1 e d bell rope-
First marks today. 'l'wenly-three of us on honor
roll. What a real start for Tech!
Custodian drove ti nails in board for otiice Hle,
It's crude, but we have to get started.
Attended first meeting of Latin Club, Nomina-
tion of officers so noisy that Miss Abel had to
Good news today! Traction Co. announced that
the East Michigan cars will run on a new every-
day schedule instead of the present every-other-
Double hour draw-
ing class made illum-
inated p a p er signs
which they put in
hall. As one comes up
the stairs, they blink
Merry Ch r i s t m a s.
entertainment g i v e n
by German Club.
"O 'I'annenbaum" and
"Stille Nacht" were
almost scared us to
death. Hard long climb, but beautiful view from
topg was worth it.
Held math class in the shade of a giant maple.
Couldn't help but dream most of period in such
a beautiful class room.
Gained honorable distinction by helping teacher
nail blackboard on wall.
Snake, inclined to be friendly, frightened to
tits three girls who were eating lunch on the
grass. Doesn't that prove we need a lunch room?
Class took walk through woods. Beauty of the
trees in their autumn colors was marvelous. I
can now realize how fortunate we are to have
such an abundance of material for nature study.
Saw trees, birds, flowers, and insects of almost
sung in Deutsch.
Janitor fixed sole on my shoe with thumb tacks.
Good fellow! Hope he's head custodian some day.
Mr. Stuart gave us New Year's message.
Mr. Stuart gave us talk on future development
of Tech. Think of it! He hopes to be prepared
for 5 to 7 thousand students some day. Learned
that we have greatest possibilities in the world
for becoming greatest high school in country,
and I bet we'll do it.
Attended Latin Club. Heard such a good one I
have to put it down.
Brutus: How many eggs did you have for break-
Caesar: Et tu, Brute.
Dropped an original in the contribution box of
the "Hear Ye." "I'm not superstitious, but I be-
lieve in the Tech Spirit."
One hundred forty freshies arrived! May they
like Tech as well as I do.
Heard girls' gym class had fine time learning
and doing Virginia Reel at their party.
IVon't be long until we have a banner and school
colors. Tech colors! Aren't we ambitious? The
plans were discussed at reading of the "Hear Ye"
P. S. There was even a hint about a school
Teachers were in a frenzy today. Blackmailers'
note was found under stone on campus. The threat
read: Take heed, teachers! If you do not put
335,000 in the hole under this rock, we, should
tSignedl SO AND SO.
At reading of "Hear Ye" this morning, tunes
were suggested for a school song. I suggested
"Holy, Holy, Holy." Others were "Auld Lang
Syne," "Soldiers Farewell," "Love's Old Sweet
Song," and "How Can I Leave You?"
Collection was taken for Hood sufferers. Tech
Spirit was shown by giving 351025.
Went to baseball game between Pirates and
Senators tboth Tech teams! at Brookside Park.
Mr. Anderson umpired, but I heard several times
that he knew more about algebra than baseball.
Terrific wind blew down flag pole. Old Glory
was hung on second floor of Arsenal.
Our highest English class, English IIIg, held
recitation in shade of old Arsenal tower.
Bought sandwiches and milk at lunch counter
i11 Guard House.
After school, boys held serpent hunt, to the
great pleasure of the girls.
Miss Shover left for Europe. Everyone wished
her a line journey.
The Last Firing of the Cannon
As the lirst gray of dawn peeped through my
window on that memorable spring morning in
1903, I woke, sat up in bed, rubbed my eyes.
and wondered why I had awakened so early. I
yawned and started to turn back to the comfort-
ing warmth of my bed, but then, suddenly, I
remembered-it was the thirteenth of April!
Dancing feverishly about my room, I began to
My waist unbuttoned. one shoe unlaced, and
my trousers persistently slipping below the knee
on one side, I scampered into my father's bed-
room, where he was still asleep, and awakened
him: "Come, Papa, hurry, or the soldiers will have
fired the gun for the last time over at the Arsenal.
Aw, don't go back to sleep4you promised, you
know, to take me!"
For many years we people of Woodruff Place
and the district nearby had depended on the boom-
ing of the cannon to call us from sleep. This
morning the cannon was to be tired for the last
"Oh, Papa," I cried, as we hurried to the Ar-
senal grounds. "suppose that they fire it before
we get there," The sun was nowhere in sight, but
in my childish anxiety I felt sure that it would
burst through a cloud any moment.
"I wish, Paul Carpenter," my father said as
we entered the Arsenal grounds, "that you would
stop tugging at my arm-you will have it off in
I hopped after father, clinging first to his hand,
and then to his coat, ever urging him to hurry.
"Can't we play around the Magazine after to-
day?-and where are the soldiers going?-and
will they take the cannon away?" No wonder
father sighed with relief when we finally came to
the little steel cannon.
As we approached, we saw a soldier loading
and preparing the gun. I capered around, chat-
tering about this thing and that. Father and I
were the only persons who had come to witness
the last tiring. "Why, Papa, no one else has come,"
I cried, "and this the last firing, too!" As the sol-
dier completed his preparations, I ran back.
clapping my hands over my ears.
There! The sun was up! The Arsenal clock
solemnly struck six. Boom!! The last shot had
been tired. The ringing laughter would soon be
heard no more in the Arsenal.
Father and I trudged back home, very slowly
this time. "Is it all over, Papa?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied, thoughtfully.
MILDRED D. MILLER
An Old M an Strolls
An old man strolls about the Arsenal, breath-
ing deeply of the fresh spring air. He seats him-
self on the steps and lets his eyes wander to and
fro. They rest first o11 the woods in the distance.
then on the tall grasses and weeds beyond the
Barracks, and then upon the Barracks itself. The
trees nod and whisper softly, and swarms of
chattering birds flit. about. Peace and quiet reign
supreme: but suddenly shrill bugle notes are
wafted through the still air.
"You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You gotta get up this morning."
At the same instant the clock in
the Arsenal tower softly chimes
Within a few minutes there
issues an apparently endless line
of blue-clad soldiers, laughing.
talking, shoving, and jeering at the
poor fellows who still rub their
drowsy eyes. The soldiers wash
their faces in the icy water from
the pump and wet their hair so
that it will lie as it is combed.
Every man then scrambles for his
allotted share of the plain. whole-
some "grub." A tremendous up-
roar ensues as each one pokes fun
at his neighbor or shouts a few i
words to a pal across the lawn.
"How's Nancy, Bobby, my lad?" sputters a
great fellow as he tosses a slice of bread to his
"Fine and dandy," yells back the other, "and
it's proud she'll be when she sees my record for
"Yeh," asserts the big fellow again as he stabs
a piece of bacon with his knife and stows it away
in his cavernous mouth. "You know, I promised
you if you didn't
her I'd knock the tar out of
behave: so it's no wonder yer record is fine."
''Toot-too-too-toot-too," the second bugle call is
barely audible above the hubbub: nevertheless,
every soldier present hears it and immediately
starts up. Hardly five minutes later line upon
line of spotlessly clad figures stand motionless
in the cool morning breeze before the Arsenal.
"Forward, march," the curt orders break the
silence. Tramp, tramp,ftramp, tramp, the steady
rhythmic tread beats on and on. The firm set
mouths, the heads held high, mark each and
every one as a soldier. Up, down. up, down, the
steady steps march across the well-beaten field.
At last, drill is over. Hats are flung on the
ground, coats are peeled off, and shouts of joy
rend the air.
Some instantly head for the gardens beyond
the Barracks, others for the Barn, while the
loiterers go into the Arsenal. for each has his
allotted task to perform.
As the Arsenal clock chimes twelve. once more
the hungry crowd gathers at the mess hall: then
after another plain meal they start talking. All
are free to do as they please for a short time.
Groups gather under the shady trees with cards
and checker boards. The lazier ones
through the grass flat on their backs. The whis-
pering trees and the
The quiet peace is once again
up on the
broken, and all draw
drill field. The steady
tinues until time to tire the sunset
gun. Then after mess a few spit-k
and span young men step forth
with shining shoes and slicked
hair, for this is their night off.
"Say, Bob, my boy.
my love, and tell her I'm off dooty
"Now, you just lay off my girl."
the younger man responds. "But
then I needn't worry. She'll not
tomorrer," speaks up
even look at you after she's seen
A few stragglers march off to do guard duty,
and the others gather together in the clear moon-
light to discuss politics, tell stories, and argue.
Then one chap brings forth his banjo, and the
air is filled with sweet melodies.
"Hurry up! . . . Aw, watch out!" "Say, step
on it. This is lunch period!" A shouting, laughing,
shuffling crowd breaks forth: and the old man
slips from the steps, back into the obscuring
bushes. Gone is the drill field, gone are the care-
free soldiers. Nothing is the same except the
Barracks and the Arsenal, and even these have
alterations. Over where once wild fiowers and
trees abounded rises the Main building. The spot.
where the grass was wont to grow thick and tall
is now covered by the New Shop building. Alas,
there is a fish pond on the site of the old office.
No more will he ever see his huge jeering friend.
for he has long since been gone. Never again will
he speak love words to his pretty Nancy, for she
too has left him.
"Ah, well," the old man sighs. His dream
bubble has burst, but still youth and life breathe
forth happiness on this very Arsenal ground.
t"l PRA 'l'RlCl"Z.
HE ARSENAL CANNO
M emoirs of the old Sugar Maple
ff.'or11'l11dzd from Pagf 91
tllsks through my branches instead of my neigh-
bor's. The passage of this period has brought me
the honor and respect of all my companions. I
stand upon a small mound. It is as if I were
king, and the mound. my throne.
However, one desire has never been granted--
a view of the creek that lies north of me. It has
always been obstructed by the denseness of the
forest. My friends tell me that the creek is cool
and charming: that it trails and winds its way
through these woods like arbutusg that its banks
curb twinkling clear water: that the overhanging
trees form an arch over it: that all the wild life
of the woods meets there, that birds fly miles to
bathe in its cool singing waters. If only I might
A century ago, Indians invaded this territory.
One of them nearly took my life. Nowkthe Indian
is my friend. He builds his bright tire in the
clearing in front of me. The little papooses play
around me. Now there are whispers of white-
skinned people who are winding their way to-
wards this place. Perhaps they, too, will be my
April 2, 1819.
Today for the tirst time I saw a paleface. He
was shorter than the average Indian and more
heavily built. His hair was almost as black as
the redskin's, but was short. He was accom-
panied by his dog, a shaggy peppy little animal
who first led, then followed him. Over the 1nan's
shoulder was an odd stick. He lifted it and
pointed it at a bird. A sound more terrifying than
thunder rolled out of the stick. Pale-blue smoke
circled about the man. The bird was dead. No
wonder the Indians gestured and talked of the
white man's magic. No wonder the Indian dreaded
and feared the white man. The paleface picked
up SOIHQ dead branches and turned northward,
followed by the dog.
May 10, 1819.
There is a new home by the creek. The grey
squirrel told me about it and the man's family.
The house is made of logs. Ever since I first saw
him, the man has been chopping down trees. I
seldom see him, but the noise he makes may be
heard all over the woods. His name is George
Pogue. With him are his wife and children. He
has horses and the dog. A big place around the
cabin is being cleared away. Many of my forest
friends are leaving because of this man. The
smoke curls out of the chimney day and night.
Save for this, I see nothing of my new neighbors.
More than ever do I wish I might see the creek.
April 2, 1821.
Mr. Pogue has been gone for some time now.
His wife passed me today, and her face showed
her anxiety. The wind brings a message. A white
man is lying face down on the bank of the creek
miles away. An arrow is in his back. It might be
April 10, 1821.
I wonder if I was right. Some hostile Indians
must have surprised him and shot him in the
back with a poisoned arrow for he has never re-
turned. Mrs. Pogue and the children grieve for
June 2, 1863.
Almost fifty years have slipped into the past
since the death of M1'. Pogue. With the years, my
Indian friends have gone westward. Today, two
white men rode through the woods on horseback.
The snake informed me that one was Governor
Morton: the other, Colonel Sturm. They stopped
to rest under my shady branches. They spoke of
the possibilities of this piece of ground, and they
August 11, 1865.
They started building today. Since Mr. Pogue
built his small cabin, there has been no such
pounding as I have heard today. Many of the
companions of my youth have fallen under the
blow of the ax. Men are busy clearing away the
September 3, 1869.
The robin tells me that this is an arsenal. The
fine brick building near me is the barn. Men go
in and out of it constantly. Their blue uniforms
are their labels. There are fine times here now.
There is never the silence of old save at 11ight.
At sunrise the bugle is blown. The grey squirrel
says that the flag is raised with great ceremony.
I can see it flowing high over the tree tops. It is
very beautiful. The soldiers have drills and target
practice. I11 the barn, they make harnesses. At
Sundown the bugle is blown again, and the flag
is lowered. It is all very different from the happy
free life of the Indian.
April 30, 1880.
These last years have been quite lonesome.
Nothing eventful has happened since the new
buildings were erected and the war was ended.
The drills are very dull after one sees them so
April 3, 1898.
The wind aroused me from a pleasant nap to
tell me that this country is at war again. They
are fighting a far-off country-Spain. Perhaps
things will liven up around here now that more
soldiers have come. But they work constantly.
Great trucks enter and leave the grounds with
April 13, 1903.
The busy years of the war made life interesting.
That was five years ago. This morning at sunrise
the gun was tired as usual. The big sycamore
says that it was for the last time, and that the
soldiers are leaving soon. I shall miss them, for
they have been my friends for several years now.
Their work has been interesting. The cold formal-
ity of their drills has been a distinct contrast to
the colorful passionate war-dances of the Indians.
April 15. 1903.
Today the flag was lowered, never to be raised
again by the soldiers. They are all gone, and once
again it is quiet. First the free wild life of the
forest: then the Indian: next, the first white many
and then the soldiers. What will happen next, and
who will occupy these empty buildings?
November S. 1904.
The peaceful quiet was broken today. The robin
says that this place is now a school known as
XVinona Tech. As the students pass by, they tall-:
of their work. They seem to be mostly printers
and pharmacists, but some of them make tiles,
trucks bringing their supplies.
September 28, 1906.
The pharmacy students marched across the
campus today. It was interesting to note their
dress. The drab-color suits differed greatly from
the bright beaded dress of the Indian and the
neat blue uniform of the soldier. This autumn
the grounds are extraordinarily beautiful.
June 3, 1908.
There are a number of girls here now. The owl
says that they are taking a library course. Since
the owl lives in the arsenal he knows a great deal
about the girls. They are always ready for a good
time. He said that the other night they took
bedding upon the roof of the arsenal. The roof is,
of course, covered with gravel. He said that this
and the regular chiming of the clock did not aid
the girls in sleeping.
June 12, 1910.
Most of the student body left today, and it is
almost as quiet as it used to be in far-gone years.
They say that only the printing and pharmacy
students are still here.
January 10, 1912.
There have been very heavy snows. Today two
111911 drove up in a Ford. They stopped near the
arsenal. They waded knee deep through the snow
and disappeared behind the Arsenal. The wind
informed me that one of them was a Mr. Stuartg
the other, a Mr. Collicott. They soon left.
September 20, 1912.
Evidently these strange men were impressed
with the grounds. This one-time hunting-ground
of the Indian is once again a school. There are
not many here: only one hundred and eighty-
three students and eight teachers, so I heard one
of the boys say.
May 12, 1915.
The seniors gave their play, "A Midsummer
Night's Dream." this evening. The owl said that
they used the natural setting near the East Resi-
dence and that it was beautiful. The crowd was
large and I'IlQl'l'y. I could not see the play.
May 22. 19113.
Today was Supreme Day. How they celebrated!
An odd feature of the day's happenings was the
selling of extras on the campus, announcing the
decision of the court. The grey squirrel says that
action of the Supreme Court has been delayed
from time to time. But today the court announced
that these grounds henceforth belong to the city
of Indianapolis, to be used for educational pur-
October 15. 1917.
I am two hundred and thirty years old. Before
me have passed the Indians. the first white set-
tlers, soldiers of three wars, and numberless
merry young students. I have watched the wilder-
ness conquered by the white man: I have seen a
little school develop into a comprehensive institu-
tio11. What a busy, happy life I have had. All my
old comrades are gone. New ones have come, but
I outlive them all. A storm is brewing. The thun-
der is crashing as did the first report of Mr.
Pogue's gun so many years ago. I am so old I
can feel the earth tremble. The lightning dashes
brightly over the darkening skies. I fear this
storm more than I did the Indian who nearly cut
me down one day long ago. This may be my
NOTE: October, 1917, the old sugar maple,
which had withstood the storms of centuries, was
struck by the lightning which it so greatly feared.
and crashed to the earth. The next morning, when
the students returned, they found the majestic
old tree lying on the ground.
MA H'I'll.X .l.Xt 'KSUN.
Our Colors-Green and White
Once. after a Tech-Manual game at the sec-
tional, a girl was heard to say, "Well, they're just
green over there: that's all: they're just green!"
Mr. Manzey. once our very own, overheard this
and attempted a word of explanation and reproot.
He said, "Well, we are green because we're young
and growing, but it's just like this: you take a
flower when it's in the bud, and it's all green.
nothing but green. But you look away down. and
you'll find that at the very heart there's a little
bit of snow-white, and when that bud unfolds, the
blossom is going to be white. That's the trut-
flower, white. That's the way we are, green on
the outside: but you look away down inside and
you'll find that the true flower is there. and iI's
pure white." 'Tis perfectly true ol' Tech.
Pictures of the Past and Present
The bushes part: and slowly a figure creeps
from his hiding place, advances to the center of a
clearing, and rises to his full height. There. stand-
ing tall and erect, is the splendid figure of a man,
naked except for a waistband of buckskin. His
skin of a bright copper color, which glistens in
the morning sun. forms a rich background for
the vari-colored paints with which he is decorated.
His coarse black hair, cut square above his eye-
brows, falls to his shoulders in the back. He nods
his approval of the spot and slowly creeps back
into the bushes.
It is three days later: and as the first shadows
of dusk appear, the almost lifeless Indian settle-
ment begins to take on life. The braves return
from hunting, the squaws from working in the
fields, and the children from play. The rewards
of a good day's hunting are placed in' a pile by the
fire: the roots. berries. herbs, and corn represent-
ing the day's labor are also carefully heaped by
the fire. Pots are gathered: sticks and rods are
collected: and the odors of venison. fowl, and
rabbit, soon float through the air. The whole
scene is one of great satisfaction and content.
After a meal of the choicest Indian foods, the
to discuss the
tribesmen gather about the HPS
hunting plans of the morrow. All eyes are turned
toward the chief, who is slowly puffing a peace
pipe. which in turn is passed to every brave in
the village. Thus the first episode of that clearing
in the Middle West is brought to a peaceful,
5: ,ge sg:
It is years later: the Indian settlement has be-
come Indianapolis, and in the same forest clear-
ing is an institution that the history of the white
race has necessitated- -an a1'my camp. The head-
quarters building is situated on the same mound
which so long ago held the Wigwam of an Indian
chief. All day soldiers, officers, and other men go
in a.nd out of a small one-story building of brick.
receiving orders, delivering messages, holding
conferences. The Arsenal, tall and majestic, stands
looking down at headquarters as the clock of her
tower strikes three.
251 Pl' 21
Years have passed. Indianapolis has grown.
and now the old Arsenal is a high school. It is
two-thirty o'clock on the morning of August 7,
1921. The old army headquarters, now the school
office, located in the center of a quadrangle, is a
mass of leaping fiames. The fire engines have
arrived: the firemen are valiantly fighting the
flames, trying to prevent their reaching a small
room which contains many of Tech's prides: ath-
letic awards from past years, all the flags of the
school, Civil War relics, valuable records of early
days, and a treasured scrap book dating from 1902.
"Yes, the fire is out, but all the things in that
little room are gone," a fireman tells the night
watchman a few hours later.
Seven years have passed since the fire: a new
building. large. modern, and most convenient, has
been erected to take the lost one's place. A small
lily pond now dominates the center of the school
quadrangle. Students passing to and fro from
classes often pause to take a drink of water from
a fountain, recently erected at the head of the
pond. On the warmer days a crowd is usually
seen about the pond watching the gold fish which
swim lazily to and fro. Whether the water lilies
are in bloom and the shrubbery green, or whether
a coat of ice covers the pond and the many bushes
bend beneath their burdens of white snow, it is,
indeed, a fitting memorial for such a historical
Spot' ROBERT DAGGETT,
M emorfies of Tech
Year in, year out: in rain, in sleet, in snow, in
sunshine, I gaze from my high perch upon the
hurrying crowds below-not the same crowd that
once passed here. However, looking across the
campus, I see the R. 0. T. C. boys in their drill.
Rank after rank, in perfect rhythm they march.
Thus must the soldiers have marched many years
ago when this ground belonged to t.he government.
for I could hear the orders of the captain, the
ringing hoofs of the cavalry, the steady march of
the infantry. How I longed to see the drills! But
then I was only the bell of the Arsenal, set low
on top of the tower.
Not long after, the grounds were silent: I could
hear no more soldiers. How I longed to be able
to climb over the top of the tower to see what was
happening! Then, one day, I knew something was
going on, for I could hear voices and the busy
clink, clink of presses goingon below me.
Later, I heard the hammer of the carpenter.
the unloading of gravel from trucks, and many
cement-mixers. I knew buildings were being
erected. but for what purpose? Where were the
soldiers? What was going to become of me? After-
wards I heard students chattering below me, and
I knew I was now a school bell. By listening to
their talk, I learned that the school was Tech.
How well I remember one particular morning-
November 11. 1918! Mr. Stuart, the principal, al-
lowed me to peal forth the glorious news of "Free-
dom-Free-dom-Free-dom!" I could wish for no
greater achievement than to be the first bell of
Indianapolis to tell the people that glorious news
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History of the J une 1928 Class
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farewell, to certain merits for athletics, and com-
missions in the R. O. T. C.
During the four years' journey, Block T's were
given to Arthur Kendall in football, and Knoll
Kutchback in track. T. H. S. monograms were
received by Anthony Hessman, Edwin Tomlinson.
and Harry Hawthorne in football: Kenneth Hig-
gins in basketball, Wallace Grimm in track, and
Farrington Bridwell in baseball. A. T. S. buttons
were given to Robert Ford, George Freers, and
Charles Truemper in football: Harold Funke in
track: and Wayne Shumacker in tennis.
Murray Talbott received the distinction of being
a master sergeant in the Military department.
which is the highest honor awarded a student.
Harry Neat was appointed first lieutenant and
Maurice Horton and Joseph Quigley, captains.
And now the passengers have heard the sound
of tl1e siren as if a whole "magazine" of powder
had exploded-perhaps it was only the roar of
the "Cannon"-announcing that at last the long-
awaited harbor of "Graduation" with all that it
signifies is in sight. The passengers of the June
'28 class will anchor safely and firmly, as other
passengers have done in the past. They will turn
for a last look at the good ship, S. Career," as
it continues on its way. They will think with
gratitude of all that the four years' cruise has
meant to them: and as they stand on the dock of
their destination, they will be overcome with
mingled feelings of gladness and regret. Thus.
the ship's sails are lowered--on the history of
the June '28 class.
The Cry of the Geese
Oh, we have flown upon wing
Into the clouded sky,
And all the echoes catch and tling
Our melancholy cry,
From peak to peak above the dale,
To warn the men below
That soon the storm and windy gale
Are coming with the snow!
Oh, listen to our warning cry,
You men who live below,
We rulers of the autumn sky
Are heralds of the snow.
wrmzr, I.L'cAs, English mc.
Sunny days are filled with laughter.
Then rain like tears comes tumbling after.
Birds northward winding.
School days endinge
Last Will and Testament
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Writing for School Papers," and Charles Robb's
"Shortridge Jewels," have each a respective place
in the library now. Anyone will rind it prontable
to read both publications.
"Betty" Prosch bequeaths to Adelaide Cohn her
exceptional ability to wrap a coat about her no
less than six times and not get dizzy.
Mabel Harrington hesitates before she parts
with her hatred for men: but as she does not
crave being an old maid, she leaves this charac-
teristic trait to any one of the many girls who
Henry Stegemeier's vast knowledge of women
and their ways to become the possession of
Beatrice Powers leaves tive packages of Juicy
Fruit to Ruth Moore. Directions are: one stick
before each class, thoroughly masticated.
Heaps of hot-looking jewelry is Claribel Flow-
ers' gift to Lucine Warfal.
Calvert Craig leaves a lot of uncaught-up-sleep
and a great love for Spanish to Jack Lederer.
The Prince of Wales' greatest competitor.
Glen Lee, bestows upon Gregg Ransburg his many
Euvolas. The dictionary offers no deiinition of one,
but perhaps Glen can.
Laying aside all jokes, Winifred McKinley,
Alice Holtman, and Harold Jones will their good
grades and sincere appreciation of Tech to every
Now that we have given all that we have to
give, and we prepare to depart, let us be mindful
of our obligations to our Alma Mater and profit
by the lessons learned here, having uppermost in
our thoughts the ideals of Tech.
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With gun and dog he soon stood at the door of
the cabin ready to start on foot for the Delaware
"Oh, George, I'm so afraid for you to go!"
cried his wife.
"I'll soon be back," he answered lightly: and
kissing his wife and son goodbye, he set off
through the woods.
George Pogue never returned. It was believed
by other white settlers that in his endeavor to
get possession of his horses, he had difficulty with
the Delawares and had been killed.
Pogue's Run, which flows through the Tech
campus, is the stream upon which Pogue's cabin
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Back Rovs ' -- -Gorman, Manager: Higgins, Cullivan, Parrish, Conner, Campbell, Coach.
Front Row4Lowry, Davis, Miller, Cox.
Coach Tim Campbell inaugurated his Hrst year
as coach of the Tech basketeers in a very suc-
cessful manner. It is by no means an easy task
to come to a school as basketball coach and im-
mediately build a team capable of playing a sur-
prisingly strong game, but this is exactly what
Coach Campbell did.
This season's team was exceptionally small,
but what it lacked in height and weight, it made
up in speed and spirit.
The Techmen copped the city title for the sec-
ond consecutive year. Broad Ripple, in the open-
ing tussel of the season, met defeat at the hands
of the Green and White cagers, 17 to 15. Short-
ridge, the next city opponent, was toppled, 35 to
31. The Techmen then climaxed their city series
campaign by walloping Manual, 38 to 18.
The majority of the state's most powerful quin-
tets were met by Tech. Rochester, Muncie, Mar-
tinsville, Frankfort, Logansport, and Anderson,
teams which came to the state finals, were met
by the Tech basket tossers. Although all of these
teams defeated the Techmen, not one of them
triumphed by a very impressive score.
Other powerful teams met by the Green and
White were Kokomo, Franklin, Connersville, Vin-
cennes, Jefferson tLafayettel, and Bloomington.
The excellent ability of the team, the fine qual-
ity of the opposition, and the strong enthusiasm
of the fans made this 1927-28 basketball season
one of the finest in Tech's history.
Tech 17, Broad Ripple 153 Tech 21, Rochester
233 Tech 18, Muncie 333 Tech 31, Greenfield 21:
Tech 23, Lebanon 313 Tech 35, Shortridge 313
Tech 24, Kokomo 363 Tech 31, Shelbyville 121
Tech 23, Newcastle 31Q Tech 38, Manual 18Q
Tech 19, Martinsville 303 Tech 21, Frankfort 315
Tech 24, Franklin 293 Tech 32, Morton fRich-
mondb 283 Tech 17. Logansport 311 Tech 20, Con-
373 Tech 23.
nersville 233 Tech 31, Anderson
Vincennes 443 Tech 14, Jefferson 31: Tech 21,
Bloomington 241 tsectionall Tech 40, Lawrence
163 Tech 13, Broad Ripple 14.
Back Row-Coach Abbett. Havecotte. Eppen, Rufner, Bloemhof, Brown.
Front Row---Bolen, Green. Hukriede, Thixton, Whitmore.
When Miss Abbett issued a call for basketeers
at the girls' gym, approximately one hundred
girls responded. From this number league teams.
which played out for the championship, were or-
ganized. Eppen, Miller. and Thixton, forwards:
Rufner and Craig, centers: Linn and Whitmore,
side centers: Haslet, Hukriede, and Havecotte,
guards: composed the varsity team. Although the
team started the season with a handicap of prac-
tically a new team except for Haslet, it had a
fairly successful season, winning three games out
Deaf and Dumb--- ..sss,sss. --- 16 34
Shortridge ....... --- 13 31
Deaf and Dumb--- --- 23 24
New Augusta ---- --- 13 16
Ben Davis -- -- 15 40
Washington --- --- 59 2
Washington -- -- 70 4
Ben Davis --- --- 232 28
Shortridge -- --- 19 33
Total -- -. ----- ----- -.----- 254 212
Tennis, in the last few years, has been rapidly
gaining in popularity at the Green and White
school. This year's team, composed of Lowery,
Demmary, Sullivan, and Yule. and coached by
Leland Haworth, was one of the most successful
in Tech's history, This team won both the singles
and doubles championship of the North Central
Aside from the interscholastic tennis matches.
intramural tennis was carried on with a great
deal of enthusiasm, as all eleven courts were
open to the school.
The Track Team
Top Row-Coach Behlmer, Manager Gorman, and Coach Myers.
Middle Row-Duflin, Grim, Kutchback, Sears, Mansfield, Parrish, Crawford.
Bottom Row-Bernhardt, Mann, Russell, White, Phegley, Cox, Henschen, Holman, Reed.
Review of the
Coach Myers' Green and White track stars
completed a very successful schedule this year
with the creditable record of three wins. one tie,
and one loss, not including the state meet.
Competing with the Muncie trackmen in the
first meet of the season, Tech ran away with
most of the honors, defeating the Muncie squad
by a score of 6215 to 3315. Kutchback, Tech's
lightning dashman, copped four iirsts in this
meet for a total of twenty points.
In the next contest, a dual meet with Kokomo,
Tech defeated the Kokomo thinly-clads, 1927
state champs, 51 to 48.
At the Kokomo relays held at Kokomo the next
week, the squad did not fare as well, however,
and was destined to go down to its first defeat.
Tech was a close second to Kokomo this time,
defeating a number of other schools with 27
points to Kokomo's 3515.
To prove that the teams were practically the
same, the next meet held was a tie between Tech
and Kokomo. This contest was what is called
the North Central Conference meet and is com-
posed of ten of the most powerful schools in
the state. Tech led the field by a few points until
the last few minutes, when a Kokomo Wildcat
was able to advance his team's standing to the
Techmen's score, and, as there were no more
events, Tech and Kokomo were tied with 38 points
apiece. Each team received a silver loving cup in
place of the one that was to be awarded to the
The next event on the program was to be the
sectional track meet. Tech was doped to win this
contest and ran true to form, running up a score
of 39M points to defeat Shortridge, the closest
competitor, by 14 points. Shortridge garnering
25M2 markers. Herbert Sears, Tech's star half-
miler, was the individual contestant since he
broke the state record for the half-mile runs by
In the State Track Meet, May nineteenth, Tech
finished third with 12 points. Froebel of Gary
placed first with 36113 pointsg Kokomo, second
with 1614 points.
Reserve Basketball Squad
The Tech reserve basketball squad finished the
season with a good record of twelve games won
and six lost. The Hrst four were won and the
next was lost to the Shortridge team. Then fol-
lowed four straight wins for the squad, but
the winning streak was broken by the Frank-
fort and Franklin basketeers, who gave the
seconds their worst drubbings. The following two
games were won: but again Shortridge was able
to defeat the seconds by a few points, thus scor-
ing two wins over Tech in their favor.
Techmen beat the Ben Davis team but Ander-
son proved to be too hard to break through and
the Green and White reserves were outplayed.
The next game with Mooresville was won, thus
finishing up the season in good style.
THE ARSENAL CANN
Top Row-Manager Fred Gorman, Ford, Schmidt, Eader, Davis, Linthwaite, Baird.
Hutsell, Coach John Mueller.
Bottom Row--Anderson, Brown, Lutz, Bridwell, C. Jordan, Conner. Orvis. Horn.
Miller, Mc-Laughlin, D. Jordan.
The Baseball Season
The Tech baseball nine had been going at a fast
clip when the CANNON went to press. It had won
six games out of as many starts, three of those
being shutouts. Broad Ripple, Southport, New-
castle, Edinburg, and Shelbyville, all had fallen
before the onslaught of the Green.
Southport gave the Techmen a scare in the
Green's first contest of the season by driving
across five runs during the seven innings to
match Tech's six. The winning run was scored in
the last inning when Horn, Loman, and C. Jordan
singled. Tech obtained eleven safeties and South-
port, four. Orvis and Lutz twirled for Tech:
Stienecker and Hayes, for Southport. The visitors
to the Tech field played errorless ball to cut
down Tech's total of runs.
In the second game of the season Tech trounced
Edinburg by the overwhelming score of 23 to 1.
Edinburg managed to get three hits off Orvis and
Linthwaite. The second inning was the big one
for Tech, the Muellermen scoring fourteen runs.
They also scored seven in the third and two in the
fourth. The game was called at the end of four
and one-half innings after the Techites had driven
out nineteen hits olf three Edinburg moundsmen.
The lone run for the visitors was scored in the
first on Miller's 9l'l'Ol' and a two-base hit.
The return game with Edinburg was just as
bad, or good, depending on the viewpoint. Thir-
teen Tech hits coupled with eleven Edinburg
errors ran the Tech score to 26 runs, while Linth-
waite and Orvis were holding t.heir opponents to
two hits. The Edinburg score was four markers.
Broad Ripple was the iirst Tech opponent to
taste the dregs of whitewashing when the Tech
team scored 18 runs to shut out the Rippleites.
Twelve hits off Hunt, Ripple pitcher, aided by
numerous errors, enabled the Techmen to score
in every inning except the second and fourth.
Lutz twirled the entire game, letting the opposing
batsmen down with two hits, these being credited
The following Friday after the Tuesday of the
Broad Ripple game the visiting Newcastle Tro-
jans followed the fate of the Rippleites, 12 to 0.
The highly-tooted visiting nine was able to get
just four hits off Orvis. Tech garnered twelve
blows off Good, who lasted the entire game. The
game was marred by the poor fielding of the Tro-
jans, who made nine miscues.
The Tech-Shelbyville game was by far the most
sensational to date. The score, 1 to 0, was a rare
one for high school baseball. Orvis and Taylor
engaged in a pitcher's battle. Tech getting five
blows and Shelbyville four. Tech made one error
and Shelbyville two. The remaining games were:
Tech 8, Mooresville 0: Tech 12, Newcastle 23 Tech
13, Shelbyville 2: Tech 9. Broad Ripple 2.
etween the Lines
Well. Wonsowicz of Froebel didn't break the
pole vault record. but he did break the cross bar.
Starter Baugh might just as well have shot ott
a cap gun for all the noise he made at the start
of the mile relay.
Sears certainly did what he set out to do, when
he broke another one of Kokomo's records. made
by Abbott in 1926.
"And the winner's time!"
Heard at the state meet: "Will the runners use
umbrellas if it rains?"
At the beginning ot the 100-ya1'tl dash
men jumped the gun.
B. E. Baugh, starter, set the entire group back
In spite of this handicap. Fowlkes of Muncie
beat the standing record of ten seconds for the
100-yard dash by sailing over the course in 9.9.
By actual count fifteen policemen were seen at
the state track meet, perhaps to prevent too great
a slaughter of state records-or on second thought
to protect the contents of the pole vault.
Believe us, folks, it we were good enough to
place in any event at the meet, we wouldnt be
timid about going up and getting our medals.
A young gentleman supposedly having some
intelligence said that Fowlkes beat Odom a mile
in the 220.
By this time next year Sears ought to have set
an unbreakable record.
It seems that approximately two hundred spec-
tators attempted to crowd into the ticket otlice
during the rain at the Newcastle game.
Froebel of Gary won tl1e state track meet, held
on the Tech field, May nineteenth, having amassed
3615 points. Kokomo came second with 1614
points: Tech, third, with 12 points.
Our Arsenal Grounds
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Sixty-seven years ago, that is, in 1861, Governor
Morton, in order to provide ammunition for the
State troops. established the Indiana Arsenal.
Colonel Sturm. appointed to superintend, started
work immediately on the north half of the present
State House grounds. By 1863, the manufacture
of ammunition had grown so rapidly that it be-
came a danger to the city. Choosing for a new
site Colonel Sturm's grounds, then one and one-
half miles east of the city, they carried on the
work in shops south of the old Sturm residence.
The temporary Arsenal stood on the south side
of Michigan street. facing the present Arsenal
site. Mr. J. J. B. Hatfield, who worked for the
government for forty years, tells us that one
evening's shipment after eight o'clock consisted
of 6,000,000 rounds of ammunition in cases of a
thousand each. In 1864 the United States govern-
ment bought the Indiana Arsenal.
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Two years before the closing of the Indiana
Arsenal, Congress appropriated ii100,000 for the
purchase of a government arsenal in the West.
The land, our present Arsenal g1'ounds, purchased
for 335,500 from Calvin Fletcher, Jr., Allen Ben-
ton, and Herman Sturm, contained 74.15 acres.
Major Treadwell planned the location and began
the Arsenal, and Major Whittemore superintended
the first buildings. Possibly you have seen the
date. 1865, on the keystone above the south door
of the Arsenal tower.
From the close of the Civil War to the opening
of the Spanish-American War the Government
Arsenal was reduced to third class. However, i11
1898, during the Spanish-American War. the gov-
ernment raised this Arsenal to first class and or-
dered the manufacture of knapsacks and haver-
sacks. On June 30, 1902, Congress authorized the
sale of the Indianapolis Government Arsenal. The
firing of the last sunrise gun, April 13, 1903.
marked the closing of the Indianapolis Arsenal.
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When the government sold the Arsenal grounds
March 27, 1903, for 5515-l,tltPO, it stipulated that the
grounds must be used forever for the vocational
education of boys and girls. The purchase price
was raised by popular subscription. Later a group
of eight men became trustees to hold the
deed. In 1903, the Winona Technical Institute
offered to maintain schools according to the gov-
ernment's requirements. In 1908, the enrollment
had reached 500. Owing to financial failure, the
owners gradually discontinued the school. In
January, 1912, after the Winona Technical Insti-
tute had gone into the hands of a receiver, the
Indianapolis Board of School Commissioners
olfered to maintain a school which would fulfill
all the requirements of the trust. In September.
1912, with the establishment of the Arsenal Tech-
nical Schools came the present period in the
history of our Arsenal grounds.
This evening I saw the proud sun
Sink dejectedly into Fall Creek:
A hard brave race he's faithfully run---
And lost. He is gentle, resigned, meek.
Cheerful,--giving his kingdom away
To the power of oncoming night.-
Knowing the fading strength of the day,
Bravely, manfully losing his fight.
Though he dies, he goes in the splendor
That made him King. He grandly soiourned
Today. on earth. In all the grandeur
Of a university, he learned
The great lesson all are sometime taught:
All these earthly things are really naught:
Even the bright sun must' fade away.
MARY ICSTIIICIC KINNIGY.
M ernorfies of Tech
ff.'fl!1lllltil'Lifflllfl Plljll' 561
One rainy day a flicker sought slit-ltt-1' within
my home. llow I loved that little bird! It huddled
up close to me to keep dry. When the rain was
over, the poor bird tried to leave: but its foot was
caught in the clamp attachment. Its struggles and
piteous cries filled me with sadness. If I could
only let it loose to its freedom in the trees! But I
was powerless to aid it. How I prayed and prayed
for its release! Because of my sympathy for it,
I would not use my clapper: and for the lirst time
I failed to toll the hours.
I shall never forget to thank the watchman for
climbing to my perch and freeing the poor bird.
And my reward--it was great! I was at last raised
on a higher base so that I could gaze about me.
What a reward for such a little kind deed! lint
such is life! Ah! how great to be out of the
shadow of the walls of the tower into God's
glorious sunlight--to see the birds. the trees, the
grass, the flowers, and. above all, the people!
Great, indeed, was my reward!
I see Tech as it stands today: twelve large
buildings. a beautiful green campus, thousands of
hurrying students. How different it must once
I am tired. My thoughts wander. I am the aged
Arsenal bell, who still tolls the hours over the
Tech Campus- IiS'l'I'IlCIi 1zol:1-tlwsox.
THE ARSENAL CANNON
Collegiate-01' N 0?
Some say we try to duplicate
The styles tl1e college boys create.
And oftentimes this has been true.
We've tried tl1e st11nts collegians do.
When long, great coats collegians wore
VVl1icll brushed tl1e dirt from class-room floor.
lfiach high school boy took up tl1e fad
And tried to ape the college lad.
When next the boys in college frats
Put on tl1e wide-brin1111ed, raven hats,
The boys in higl1 school without fear
Soon promptly donned tl1e IIQVV head-gear.
The hatless style was tl1e11 begun,
Tl1e high school lad was l1Ot Olltfitllltl,
No Illiltltfl' what tl1e old folks said
He very S0011 exposed l1is head.
But we don't always llllllilif'
Tl1e styles tl1e college boys create,
For you who o'er our campus roam
Will see a. fad that's all Olll' own.
Our old hats we have clai111ed once more
From closet sl1elf and attic floor.
And carefully we've trimmed tl1e llI'llll
To satisfy each passing v.'hIn1
I'11til a l1at tllI'0WI1 out last week
Is cut to suit a high school sheik.
We rip it here and cut it there.
And then the wreck we proudly wear.
No, we don't always duplicate
The styles the college boys create:
A l1igl1 school boy, we lllllSt confess.
I11vented this o11r heads to bless.
Little Boy: Li11dy's the bestest man that ever
was. Why, he-'seff
Grandfather: Yes, I know l1e's wonderful, but
I don't see wl1y you should rave over him.
Little Boy: Well, Grandfather, tiltlllii you get
excited when Columbus crossed the ocean '?
The Tables Turned
It is often said that one dollar can 11ot he
stretched enough to do the work of two.
But here is a case where o11e obliging ten-cent
piece tlll'IlOtl itself, for a faculty member of Tech,
into titty cents, which went to swell tht- Organ
This is tilt' "Little Story ol' llaily Life" that
caused the phenomenal swelling: Twenty-two
lively youngsters at Tech had been tlll good be-
havior as long as they could stand it. A rather
llllllti o11e bought a "stinkball" for 111 cents. but
could IIOY bring himself to explode it. Une, wl1o
loved to be tl1e hero of the hour. said he would
accidentally drop it. The stage was all set and
fate was even till tl1eir side, for tl1e hour i11 which
they we1'e to perforni tl1e teacher was called ollf
of tl1e roon1.
Such keen attention was given wl1e11 tilt' teacher
returned that she realized something either ililli
happened or was al1o11t to il2lDDt'll. Time passed.
but Silt' could detect nothing. lfinally. as l1is llllllti
held l1is lltJStl'llS shut, thlltl boy spoke out, "We can't
stand it any longer. .Xlay the windows be opened?"
"C'an't stand what?" asked the teacher.
Tilt'I1 it flliwllvtl U11 all of tl1e111. They were tl1e
VlCtllllS of their UWII ioke. The teacher l1ad a cold.
Class co11ti11ued to the Ulltl ot' tl1e period to tl1e
conster11ation of the boys a11d tl1e inward chuck-
ling of the teacher.
Host tat dinnerbz You know it is said tl1at the
mustard people make their money not by what is
eaten, l1ut by what is left o11 the sides of the
Fair tluest: Yes, but NVll2lt always puzzles Illt' is
how they collect it.
"Mighty mean man I's wukkin fer."
"What's de Illtlttkllllfi
"Took de laigs on' de w'eelbarruh. so's I kain't
set it down an' 1'est."
Harold: Ouch! I lllllllllllti 111y crazy bone!
Alkali Al: Oh, well, comb ytllll' l1air right and
tl1e illllllp XVt'lI1't show.
Pie and the Preacher
Even before America was settled, the honorable
art of shoe-making had been long established in
the Old World. This was not a surprising tact,
for one of the necessities of civilized man is shoes.
Though a "barefoot boy" has been the subject of
the poet's immortal song, we would not enjoy
walking down the street with a barefoot man.
ln the much-quoted pages of history and litera-
ture, we find many references made to the shoe-
makeigfthat queer, long-haired, short-sighted.
spectacled personage who adorned the basement
in many an old German legend.
ln England, the cobbler was so renowned that
some enlightened baker named a pie for him.
So, you see, the shoe-makers of lVIerrie England
served mankind at both his feet and his head,-
shoes for his feet and pie for his head, 'Tis said
that the way to a man's heart is through his
stomach. Thus. the cobbler tl mean the pie, not
the shoe-makerm has found the heart of many a
man. Of course. the cobbler, being the origin of
the so-called "family pie," is also responsible
All good honest Christians will agree that a
saver of souls is a pastor. The modern American
shoe-mender is certainly a "saver of soles." He is
also a pastor tif you pronounce it with a long
"a"lffebecause he pastes the soles on the shoes.
According to the geometrical teachings of the
old Greeks tl mean ancient, not agedl, things
which are equal to equals are equal: therefore.
inasmuch as the pastor is a minister, and a saver
of souls, and the aforesaid gentlemen are also
pasters and savers of soles, the shoe-maker ami
the cobbler and the shoe-mender are also minis-
ters. But since a minister is a shoe-maker and a
shoe-maker is a cobbler and a cobbler is a pie, a
minister is a pie: because things which are
equal to the same or equal things are equal to
one another. Well, gasp, if you want to! I know
that's not true. That's the way to prove an axiom
is not true. Quod erat demonstrandum.
First. Cannibal trunning into campy: ls I late
Second Cannibal: You is. Everybody's eaten.
Mother tat dinnerl: Peggy, darling, you should
not scratch your nose with your spoon.
Peggy: Oh, mother, ought I have used a fork?
"That's the Goddess of Liberty," exclaimed the
New Yorker. "Fine attitude, eh?"
Westerner. "hanging to the strap."
typically American." replied the
Spinach I 3 N 'ice
tA Nice Little Essayl
Cake is nice. Primroses are nice. Beans are
nice. Boys are nice. Ice cream is nice. Girls are
nice. Bananas are nice. Daffodils are nice. Soup is
nice. Tan shoes are nice. Celery is nice.
But nicer than cake, nicer than primroses,
nicer than beans, nicer than boys, nicer than ice
cream, nicer than girls, nicer than bananas, nicer
than dalfodils, nicer than soup. nicer than tan
shoes, nicer than celery, nicer than the nicest
thing I know, so nice it almost isn't nice--is
What I really mean is-spinach is nice.
The Master tto his servantl: "I told you to put
my coat in the sun to dry. Have you done so?"
"And has the dampness gone?"
"I don't know: the coat has gone."
Friendly German tto waiterl: Wie gehts?
Waiter: One order of wheat cakes.
German: Nein, nein!
Waiter: Nine? Boy, you sure are hungry! '
Traffic Judge, 1950: Wrong side of the cloud.
eh? Fifty dollars and costs.
Ray Miller: Who knocks?
"Red" Helms: 'Tis I, the Duke.
Ray: Duke o' what?
"Red": Duco Finish.
William Schneider: Please.
William: Oh. please.
William: Oh, please.
William: Please. just this once.
She: I said no!!! I
William: Aw, Ma, all the boys have knickers.
Found in an English II test on Ivanhoe:
"Sir Walter Scott lived in England. He was one
of the Knights of the Round Table. He wrote
.15 You Like lt."
Some eat and grow fat.
Some laugh and grow thin.
If you don't like our jokes
Try handing some in.
Little Marie: Grandpa were you in the ark?
Grandpa: Certainly not. my dear,
Little Marie: Then, why weren't you drowned?
Kenosha Kippefs Krazy Kolafmn
Editor's note: Kenosha Kipper, big lock and
key man from Yale tyou know. that place where
they play football and have boat racesi, has just
left the Killum Sanitarium where he has been
residing on account of ill health. Due to his im-
mense wealth Mr. Kipper occupied there a very
luxurious room. Even the walls of his chamber
were padded thickly with hair covered with lovely
blue velour. tThrough his magnanimity of heart
and because of his interest in education, he has
consented to contribute to our magazinei
Kenosha Kipper's Tribute To Our Printers
WHAT WOULD WE DO WI-OUT: .m-OXrprzn-
tirs ?:X! THEY w0rk:IAND WORK And
NEGER GET ANY ANY CEDIT?-Z! They labor
dILigenTLY-? wITH-ouT Mankig A -migstt
ke- iT's tibe they recede soNe regognitioN!'?
Kenosha Kipper's Interesting Facts:
1. If the number of iron pickets in the fence
around Tech were to be divided by two. the result-
ing number would be equal exactly to one-half
2. If you were born on the eighteenth of Jan-
uary, your birthday would come exactly one
month after Christmas if Christmas fell on the
eighteenth of December.
3. All the straws used in the Tech lunch room
each week would stretch from here to Kokomo if
straws were made that long.
Kenosha Kipper's Helpful Hints:
1. People living in red houses should not raise
2. Never light a match in a room Filled with
illuminating gas. It sometimes upsets one.
3. Jumping from the roofs of ten-story buildings
should be avoided as much as possible. This prac-
tice is often painful,
4. Never mix ground glass or arsenic in a
friend's coffee. He might be unreasonable and not
approve of this.
5. Lighted cannon-crackers should seldom be
held between the teeth.
6. Don't throw ilatirons at people's heads. It
might hurt their feelings.
Kenosha Kipper's Question Box:
Q. VVhy are the M. T. boys made to wear some
sort of head covering every day?
A. It is rumored that there are quite a few
woodpeckers on the Tech campus. Wright.
Q. I have a 1907 quarter. It has a liberty head
on its face with the legend, "In God We Trust,"
inscribed above the head. There are thirteen stars
on the face. The back of the coin has an eagle on
it with a ribbon in its mouth and some kind of
plant grasped in each of its talous. The eagle has
thirteen stars above its head. Around the edge of
the coin is written, "United States of America"
"Quarter dollar." How much is it worth?
A. Twenty-tive cents. A. Tightwad.
Q. How long should asparagus be cooked?
A. About three inches. Ima Cook.
Q. How did they discover iron?
A. They smelt it. I. Wonder..
Q. What does antidisestablishmenIarianism
A. Why bring that up? U. Tellem.
Q. If I came to school with lt. Hook or W. W.
Clemens, what would I be?
A. You would be about fifteen minutes late.
Q. XVhy does anybody read this stuff. anyway?
A. Ask Barnum: he knows. Anna Setic.
Tech News Stand
Smart SetfMargery De Vaney, John Burgess.
Youth's Companion-Art Kendall.
Musical America.-lvlarguerite McCarty.
Country GentlemanADan Carver.
Vanity Fair-eEdna Bennett.
Fashionable DressfHelen Beasley.
Physical Culture-Ray Miller.
The motorist was a stranger in Boston. It was
evening. A man approached.
"Sir," said he, "your beacon has ceased its
"What?" gasped the astonished driver.
"Your illumination, I say, is shrouded in un-
"I don't quitef-J'
"The effulgence of your irradiator has evan-
"My dear fellow, I A 3'
"The transversal ether oscillations in your en-
candenser have been discontinued."
Just then a little newsboy came over and said.
"Say, mister, yer la1np's out!"
Johnny: What makes the new baby at your
house cry so much, Tommy?
Tommy: It don't cry so much-and. anyway, if
all your teeth were out, your hair off, and your
legs so weak you couldn't stand on them, I guess
you'd feel like crying yourself.
A11 Englishman laughs three times when he
hears a joke: first, when it's told: second, when
it's explainedg third, when he understands it.
A German laughs twice: first, when it's told:
second, when it is explained to him.
A Frenchman laughs once. just to be polite.
An American never laughs because he has al-
ready heard it.
The Tech of Yesteryeafrs
Setting: Comfortable living-room in an Indian-
Characters: Jim and Howard, two Techiles ol' the
class of 1912.
Jim: Do you remember that tirst day at Tech
back in 1912, Howard?
Howard: Indeed I do. How glad I was when
they informed us that we would start the semes-
ter with a three days' vacation while the car-
penters finished remodeling. That vacation meant
a good time in the woods for me.
Jim: And that old creaking stairway in the
Arsenal tower! My, but it was a thrilling adven-
ture to go down those dark crooked stairs!
Howard: Remember the day Alice fell on them
and injured herself? We all hated that stairway
Jim: Those young Pharmacy School men on
the third fioor of the Arsenal were a terrible
nuisance. What a licking you gave one of them
because he poured water onto Mary through a
hole in the floor! I shall never forget thc awful
smelling gas they concocted and sent through
Howard: Weren't we proud of our faculty of
eight, though, and the new lunch room that was
started in the Guard House? M-m-m, those cherry
pies the custodian's wife used to make. and the
fried egg sandwiches! Didn't you say now they
have three large lunch rooms and a faculty of
over two hundred?
Jim: We thought we were lucky to get a column
in lVlanual's "Booster," and later we had the
'tHear Ye." Remember how we had to write it by
hand? Now the students have their own eight-
page weekly and a semester magazine besides.
But say, Howard, we certainly used to have affec-
tionate titles for various places. That splintery
old gym on the third floor of the Arsenal cer-
tainly lived up to its name.
Howard: Well, how about saying, UI have a.
class in Floor I, Stall 2 of the Barn?"
Jim: When I think of the noise of the construc-
tion work on the wings that the students and
teachers have had to endure, it always reminds
me of the remodeling of the Arsenal.
Howard: Wasn't the noise terrific when they
cut through the back wall of the Arsenal to put
in those two sets of double doors? We certainly
can sympathize with them.
Jim: Well, Howard. I have never forgotten that
school: and it's getting bigger and better every
day. I like to think that all the thousands of
Indianapolis boys and girls are still under the
same wonderful guiding hands that led us on to
graduation' icI.i4:.-xxon Mi1:'rc,xi.1f'1c,
Words of Famous Men
The first hundred years are the hardest.fMe-
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.-Adam.
Well, it won't be long now.-Samson.
Step on it.-Sir Walter Raleigh.
What a whale of a difference.-Jonah.
How many dimes.-John D. Rockefeller.
My kingdom for a hoarse.-Smith Brothers,
Don't give up the ship.-Levine.
Very Old Father: There is nothing worse than
to be old and bent.
Very Young Son: Yes, there is, dad.
"To be young and broke."
What about the Scotchman who got a room in
a hotel and when he noticed a clock in the tower
across the street. stopped his watch?
Helen Capen: When I was in China, I saw a
woman hanging from a tree.
Joe Clutton: Shanghai?
Helen: Oh, about six feet.
"What did the Scotchman do when he fell into
the Black sea?"
"He filled his fountain pen!"
Miss Goddard, head of the English department.
when asked for a joke said, "I know one, but I
can't compose it."
It was in Sponsor Room 131. Edwin Anderson
wished to know his English assignment, so he
asked John Anderson to give him the lesson.
"We had to write a theme," answered John.
"On what did you write?" asked Miss Eade, the
"Theme paper," was the prompt reply.
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Yesterday a, cloud of sorrow
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It may rain again tonlorrow,
It may rain-but, say,
ISn't it fine at Tech today!
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