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

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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. 1928 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. . . . lil'SSljl.l,, 1'4l'l"l'l11R. S HE ARSENAL CANNON 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 my fate. 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, flhmlzzdml' on Pagf 5,11 9 hx, 'J XX .a..., .,., . P U fx ' , HE ARSENAL CANNO 10 THE ARSENAL CANNON -. ll !l I! I ! . i'1 ee A ' GX., fi ,-5 M120 fzggfhvy dfzf efzoazlqaf n I Jac, Lanz' l9fl!2f wharf I 11 HE ARSENAL CANNO 1 HE ARSENAL CANNO l 13 HE ARSENAL CANNO , 14 HE ARSENAL CANNO 4l 15 HE ARSENAL CANNO l1 16 HE AR HE ARSENAL CANNO 18 H HE ARSENAL CANNO 20 HE ARSENAL CANNO 21 H HE AR HE ARSENAL CANNO , 24 HE ARSENAL CANNO 25 HE ARSENAL CANNO 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 26 TH EARSENAL CANNON I 1 1 Fanny and the Serzrcmt Problem .IICIUJMH K, .11C1lUMlC fast of l'llal1'm'11-1's Fanny, ,, , ,, , ,. , Marry Seward 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 Dr. F1'9QI1l2ll1f1t-L, ,, ,e 7, ,elluvid lllilligxan George P. Newtenw H ,,F1fll'l'lllyQT4l1l Bridwell "IIl4lll'1B11'llll'1W Englaiid -Lillian Laeker: Svutlalirl- .lean Sl1z1d1 1l'6lk1lll1-HGi16H Bettelierg Wales Virginia Ruh- ertson: C'anadasfLouise Karesg Anstralia-eRe- beeea Baldridgeg New Zealand .lean Winn-lielg Africa-Helen .X1l'X2llli1k'l'I India lintli Pzilindi NewfoundlandfSl1irley Collier: Malay Areliipel- ago -Edna Keyler: Straits Settlements llmwrtliy Grimes. t'0llllll1fff'f'N I-'IN.XX1'l.XI, Artlnlr Kendall, f'11kl1l'Illtlll 111111111 Brandt William Weiss Edgar C'lz1I't'ey Paul Lyons Edwin Tomlinson l'liHI'l'Ili'l'Y liivlnrrel Kllllllllklll, Cl1z1i1'111an1 Lillian lmekel' Robert Ilreier 112ll1lL'll2l Hnlt .lulin Tyler 411511 in-.s Ann Martin. l'liz1irInan Adellu Slimrulter 1'xl'Ht,lk'l'1l' lluxter Ellen 1x1I'Fkll14lt'll Rnlmert Appl:-tate .lane Slierliek 1f.wl'l.'rY 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 THE AR SENAL CANN ON 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 won second. 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 ARSEN AL CANNON 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 Dale Dorsett. 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 Our View." 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 Company. 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. rapid succession 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 fCunrluded on Page 572 THE ARSENAL CANNON Last Will and Testament RATHENA HOLT 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 our cougratulations. 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 the campus. 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 States. 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 senior class. 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. THE ARSEN AL CANNON 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 Problem." Revealing the secret of his "ever-creased trousers," John Tyler wills to Edwin Mct'affey an electric iron. 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 perfect complexion. 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 time. 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- cise it. Lorrine Collins donates her expressive features and habit of talking with her hands to Ethel Richardson. 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 llolsapple. 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 Bronson." 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 this school. 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 blue eyes. 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 friendship. 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 Eugenia Fittz. Jolm Hancock passes on his keen-looking clothes and masculine stride to Robert Armstrong. Natalie Springer's late masterpiece. "Feature ff:0Ill'lIlt.1l'd on Page 572 THE AR SENAL CANN ON Prophecy of the June 1928 Class The identity of the poet and author who had been thrilling Europe for weeks was at last dis- our 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 Robinson. 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 unfortunates. 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 THE AR SENALCANN ON 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 formula. 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 wonderful results. 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 Alma Mater. I place my hand in benediction upon the grad- uates going out into the world. 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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 lower row. "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 THE ARSE NAL CANN ON 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 meeting place. "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, saluted. "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 contribute information-." "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 strokes." 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." TVVOIYY "On the oulsidrj' reported the last Supplies Book, "the Corral or Barn looked natural, but inside I found pictures of Rome and books on bee-raising." THE ARSEN AL CANNON FHREE2 Y! "The north workshop is still being used. The heating plant has disappeared," said a Packet of Reports. "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?" FOURZ!! "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." FIVEIYY "Pianos, typewriters, and guns!" added the Telegram. "The Commanding Officers' Resi- dence had lost its porches! What do they use that building for now?" SIXIZY "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." IGHT:!! 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---. NINEIYI 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. TEN: I! "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. HOW ELEVENH! "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. Her Son God crowned you with a myriad blissful joys- Your eyes, your lips, your laugh. She loved them all. ' Even the thousand blessed little faults That made you sometimes man, saint, 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 them so. '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 back: 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! MARIAN GILBRECH. and sometimes "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." T H EARSENAL CANNON Pioneer Pogue 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 his day. 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 the camp. 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 the mother. 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 Indians. 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. tlfnmltzdfd on Page ffl THE ARSENAL CANN ON Private Greefny "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 oflicers' breakfasts. 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 oflicer. "VVish you was an officer, eh?" one of his com- panions asked. "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 cried. "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 43-' ' more days. Hurry up there. and be off with him! Stop glaring at me!" 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, -' il "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." your 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 guilty." "Maybe so," John evasively replied. "I feel sorry for the kid, don'tcha?" "It makes me laugh." THE ARSE NAL CANN ON 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 house. "Who's that fellow in there, Mr. Hollingsworth '?" Elizabeth asked. "I don't remember seeing him before." 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 him." "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 Kirkland?" "Oh, no! Just feel rather sorry for him. But tell me, is he an American? Where did he come from?" "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 and enlisted." 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 an answer. 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 days." 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 English lesson. 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 THE ARSEN AL CANNON 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 firing." "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!" "Do what?" Wear those trousers." "Haven't I got eyes?" as 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 camp." 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 pleaded. "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- racks. 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. CHRISTINE SORHAGE. THE AR SENAL CANN ON Extracts from ct Pioneer Techrttfs Diary 1912 September 16 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 -a pioneer! September 20 Carpenters and painters are at work in Barn and Barracks, New desks and ink- wells have arrived. I I Things grow brighter every day. t, . X1 September 22 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- Octobf-r 21 First marks today. 'l'wenly-three of us on honor roll. What a real start for Tech! October 29 Custodian drove ti nails in board for otiice Hle, It's crude, but we have to get started. Deceulbr-r ti Attended first meeting of Latin Club, Nomina- tion of officers so noisy that Miss Abel had to restore order. December 10 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- day schedule. December 15 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. Joyful Yuletide. ?s December 18 Attended Christmas entertainment g i v e n by German Club. "O 'I'annenbaum" and "Stille Nacht" were 'I'IIlC ARSICNAI, almost scared us to death. Hard long climb, but beautiful view from topg was worth it. September 29 Held math class in the shade of a giant maple. Couldn't help but dream most of period in such a beautiful class room. October 2 Gained honorable distinction by helping teacher nail blackboard on wall. October 10 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? October 15 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 every description. 51 sung in Deutsch. December 29 Janitor fixed sole on my shoe with thumb tacks. Good fellow! Hope he's head custodian some day. 1913 January 2 Mr. Stuart gave us New Year's message. January9 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. January 18 Attended Latin Club. Heard such a good one I have to put it down. Brutus: How many eggs did you have for break- fast, Caesar? Caesar: Et tu, Brute. THE ARSEN AL CANNON January 25 Dropped an original in the contribution box of the "Hear Ye." "I'm not superstitious, but I be- lieve in the Tech Spirit." February 10 One hundred forty freshies arrived! May they like Tech as well as I do. February 17 Heard girls' gym class had fine time learning and doing Virginia Reel at their party. February 23 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" this morning. P. S. There was even a hint about a school song. March 4 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 worry. tSignedl SO AND SO. March 11 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?" March 21 Collection was taken for Hood sufferers. Tech Spirit was shown by giving 351025. April 6 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. April 15 Terrific wind blew down flag pole. Old Glory was hung on second floor of Arsenal. April 28 Our highest English class, English IIIg, held recitation in shade of old Arsenal tower. May 9 Bought sandwiches and milk at lunch counter i11 Guard House. May 16 After school, boys held serpent hunt, to the great pleasure of the girls. June 5 Miss Shover left for Europe. Everyone wished her a line journey. RoBERT ANDERSON. 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 dress. 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 time. "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 a second." 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 T H EARSENAL CA NNON 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 six times. 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 friend. "Fine and dandy," yells back the other, "and it's proud she'll be when she sees my record for good behavior." "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- murmuring stretch out pering trees and the voices intermingle. The quiet peace is once again up on the tramp con- 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 one. "Now, you just lay off my girl." the younger man responds. "But then I needn't worry. She'll not give Nancy tomorrer," speaks up even look at you after she's seen my record." 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 see it! 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 friends. 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 Mr. Pogue. 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 him. 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 mentioned buildings. 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 undergrowth. 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 many times. 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 supplies. THE AR SENAL CANN ON 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- poses only. 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 last entry. 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. THE ARSEN AL CANNON 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, happy close. 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 of peace! fC0nt'Iuded on Page 651 THE AR SENAL CANN ON History of the J une 1928 Class lC0nrluded from Page 201 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 Summer! Last Will and Testament lConfluded from Page 311 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 need it. Henry Stegemeier's vast knowledge of women and their ways to become the possession of Park Newton. 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 freshman. 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. Pioneer Pogue fC07ll'llldt"d from Page .172 With gun and dog he soon stood at the door of the cabin ready to start on foot for the Delaware camp. "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 once stood. A NNA MVMJRE, THEARSENAL CANNO 'S HE ARSENAL CANNON si. lgf,,- Xgl, :H fl . I il Ii I I l 'N XY , ' 'X ,QF I . ,X--1 1.4: , I l ' I W 'XXln.. -mr. N, as x. V vx 7 In 9 T H EARSENAL CANN O N 31 '98 gg, 'tty 19 'F'-1+ Back Rovs ' -- -Gorman, Manager: Higgins, Cullivan, Parrish, Conner, Campbell, Coach. Front Row4Lowry, Davis, Miller, Cox. Basketball Summary 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. il ,pdf " Tech's Coaches. THE AR SENAL CANNON Back Row-Coach Abbett. Havecotte. Eppen, Rufner, Bloemhof, Brown. Front Row---Bolen, Green. Hukriede, Thixton, Whitmore. Girls' Basketball 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 of nine. SCORES 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 Teams 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 Conference. 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 TH EARSENAL CANN ON 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 winning team. Track Season 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 2.9 seconds. 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. 62 THE ARSENAL CANN O N 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 to Hunt. 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. TH EARSENAL CANNON 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. SGVQII B. E. Baugh, starter, set the entire group back one yard. 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. THE ARSEN AL CANNON Our Arsenal Grounds 'ran ixp1.xN,x AHSICX.-XII 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. 'rms I'NI'I'lfIIP S'l'.X'I'lCS .mst-:x.xi. 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. ltuoil TU 15112 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. wimrx FISIIIGIC Retiring Glory 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 have been! 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 P bf 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. K'HAHI,l'IS Ml'l'4'lll'II,I,. 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 Fund. 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 plates. 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. T H EARSENAL CANNON 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 tor it. 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 fo' dinna? 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?" "Yes, and 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 spinach. 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?" "Yes, sir." "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. She: No. William: Oh. please. She: No! William: Oh, please. She: No!! 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? T H EARSENAL CANNON 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 the total. 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 bulls. 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" and "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 mean? 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. Maggie Zeen. 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 functions." "What?" gasped the astonished driver. "Your illumination, I say, is shrouded in un- mitigated oblivion." "I don't quitef-J' "The effulgence of your irradiator has evan- escedf' "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. THE ARSEN AL CANNON Laughs 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 Time: Now. Setting: Comfortable living-room in an Indian- apolis home, 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 after that. 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 the pipes, 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- thuselah. It floats.-Noah. An apple a day keeps the doctor away.-Adam. Hot stuff!-Nero. 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. "What?" "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? The Log. 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. 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