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

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Albert Anderson-Walks to school every day in an automobile. Frank Andrews-The wise and young, they say, never live long. Robert Apple-A true friend is ever a friend. Miles Arnette-A genius as advertising class man- ager. Ainsworth Arnold-Is quite efficient at picking up scattered books. Bernard Arshopsky-In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare. Edgar Ashcraft-A man not of words but of action. Roberta Auble-Woman is one of nature's agree- able blunders. William Aust-Books and a cello are his constant companions. George Baan-Good humor is the clear sky of the soul. Joseph Baan-Men of few words are the best men. Eugene Badger-He is deeply troubled with second degree equations. Richard Bailey-Let's see: A+ history student, hot piano player. Ethelyn Baker-A curly-haired sphinx. Truman Baker-A good fellow, always willing to do his bit for Tech. Benjamin Balay-Oh, that red sweater! Tech's greatest arguer. Dorothy Baldridge-Imagine Dot walking down the corridor with a six-footer! Cecil Ball-A pleasant look, a pleasant smile, and Cecil goes bouncing by. Charles Bardach-He who drives improperly may sometime drive angelically. Mabel Barlow-Seems quiet, but withal is full of fun. Glenn Batchelder-Never has been tardy to class. Will wonders never cease? Mary Emma Bauer-Has won fame as Home Eco- nomics Club president and CANNON staff editor. Bettye Beard-A future member of the Tech fac- ulty. History is her forte. Allen Beaumont-Bids fair to become a second Paderewski. Josephine Beck-Has a jolly time as cashier in the faculty lunchroom. Catherine Beem-A blonde. Moonbeam, sunbeam, or what will you? Tl' Zlikikikik Robert Beesley--We must be young to do great things. Florence Behymer-Possesses a flawless taste in dress. Charles Bellville-Claims that Chaucer misspelled several words in "Canterbury Tales." Avalon Belton-Good nature and good sense must ever join. Carson Bennett-The silent. Note the resemblance to Lincoln. Edna Bennett-"Benny," the cute little blonde cut-up. George Berger-A shining star in any college alge- bra class. Evelyn Bergmann-Aspires to be a great historian. Edwin Bernhardt-Promises to comb his hair in the near future. Richard Bireley-Good-hearted, we all know. And can he talk? I'll say so! Carrie Blackwell-Getting good grades is only a pastime to Carrie. Bessie Blake-Tackles high C's with composure. Grace Blakeman-Blessed with plain reason and sober sense. Walter Bohman-"I have a mind of my ownln Thelma Bolen-Her ways are ways of pleasantness. James Bookedis-He says little, but his work speaks volumes. Robert Boone-"Happy am I, from care I'm free. Why aren't they all content like me?" Frances Boulware-She has a talent for friendship and a smile that expresses it. Adrean Bouvey-She may be small, but she knows her needle and thread. Avalon Bowlin--Showed her expression class what a Shakesperean wrestler can do. Edward Bowman-Wonder if he would catch cold without his yellow scarf? Mary Brandom-To know Mary is to know why she has so many friends. Frances Brewer-That snappy, vivacious girl from Manual. Gertrude Bridges-How can one small head hold so much? Berniece Brosman-Red hair, French student. june Brossart-Good things come in small packages. Caroline Brown-Boyish brunette. Captain of the girls' guard. Garnet Brown-The boy who holds the "pole" po- sition in his zoology class. Helen Jane Brown-The only girl in her physics class. Draw your own conclusion. Helen Louise Brown-A CANNON staff find with a wonderful mind. Charles Browne-A quiet chap, but how he can dance! Helen Louise Brownlee-A jolly, happy girlg a friend to everyone. Marjorie Bryan-True to her word, her work, and her friends. Opal Buckley-It is a friendly heart that has plenty of friends. John Buehler-At learning's fountain it is sweet to drink, but 'tis a nobler privilege to think. Russell Burk-Juggles the traps with ease, but in- scribed hexagons prove difficult. ji' 10 .JI 111 11 1111 E lfli ii 111 IIE III? 3:33 1111 1111 1... I J FF .IZ Dorothy Burl-Love me little, love me long. Thetus Davidson-Every one is pretty that is Margaret Burnell-None knows her but to love her. young. Robert Buschmann-No sinner and no saint per- Aurelia Davis-Her step is music, her voice is song. haps, but-well, the very best of chaps. Dorothy Davis-A girl with a famous name and Christine Butt-The proud possessor of another of a pleasant way. tl-,OSC blue hats. Oscar Davis-His voice, his mannerg but most of Eva Byfield-He who laughs last is usually English. all his stream of talk. . . i Cornelia Calvin-Much study is a weariness of flesh. Robert Day-Has met w1tl1 one mishap in Chem- Frank Cameron-Nature designed us to be of good 1Sfry--S0 far- Cheer. Thomas Day-He seems a boy of cheerful yester- Willard Cameron-The popular chairman of R.R. 4 days and COUHCICHF I0mOI'1'0WS- has a strong following. Geraldine DeHart-Gentle of speech, beneficent Marion Campbell-Although he has much wit, he of mind- is Very Shy. Fred Dickson-A civil engineer to be, with music David Carter-"No one would suppose it, but I'm and SPOFIS 35 Sid6liI1CS. naturally bashfulj' Kathryn Dieckmeyer-If women were humbler, Henry Carter-Faint heart never won fair lady. men would be ul10HCSfCf-H Norman Cary-Small but mighty- Margaret Dietz-Is beauty beautiful, or is it only Elizabeth Case-Her blue hat shields her from Our eYef that make if 50? all harm. Robert Dillehay-Life is a jest and all things show Virginia Casey-One can never tell when one is lt? I thought 50 Once and HOW I know lt- talking to a poet. Alberta Douglas--Small but mighty when it comes Frances Cassell-Every inch an artist. Hto Snleigmishlgll , h H f X Marion Cherdron-One of our budding journalists. ermml ra 6- am not m I C ro 0 Common Ellen Clark-It is tranquil people that accomplish men' l U much. Evelyn Draper-With frequent smiles so broad, she Howard Clayton-A blooming mathematician. Cheers the heart rests the mmd' , Mable Clements-Always remember the .fclolden James Dunlavy-Ability IS the poor man s wealth. Rules, and do your duties well in School. Ruth Duvall-The expression of truth is simplicity. Helen Clidinlist-Where have we heard of her be- Clara Dyar-Coolness and absence of haste are fine fore? Oh yes, history. qualmes' ' Mary Louise Clifford-She has 3 lasting loss of Frank Eckert-Be swift to hear and slow to speak. voice. Lowell Edwards-We expect Lowell to add mater- Robert Clifton-Gladness of heart is the life of muy to our knowledge of Sclcnce' a man. Margaret Edwards-Snappy Sue! She was a guard Forrest Coburn-A+ here, A+ thereg that's OH the basketball team- liorrest, Mary Elizabeth Edwards-Agatha! She is known Elizabeth Colborn-Will make someone a good for her 50ft black eYe5 and Sfflishf A+ Cards- cook. Katherine Eichel-Knows the principles of good Mildred Colvin-The pages of Vogue Huttcred, and h0u5ekeePing- out Stepped Mildred. Loraine Eisele-President of the Girls' Glee Club. Don Conner-The friend is the man who is neces- Character'-Pe1'50nelifY Plus! SM-Y. Melvin Elliott-Oh, to be famous! Henry Coombs-A merry heart makes a cheerful Violet Ellis-Will make 11 good private SCCFCFIIFY- countenance. Douglas Elwood--A good name is better than bags Dorothy Cooper-Oh, for a thousand tongues to of gold- talk! Edward Emery--A constant friend like Ed is rare Grace Cornell-Will she grace Cornell with her and hard IO find- presence? Ward Engle-What about his dimples? Rosemary Cougill-Personality? Oh, yes! sweet girl. Bernard Esarey-The boy with the "Iron Mask." Emmet Cox-Humbleness is always grace, always Richard Evans-The page boy's manners have im- dignity. proved decidedly since the class play. Virginia Cox-Has an ambition to skate around Ronald Evans-The best way to have a friend is the world. to be one. Elwin Craig-Gently to hear, kindly to judge. Cathryn Farley--A jolly little girl who refuses to Paul Craig-Has one of those rare green sweaters. SFOW UP- Jnmeg Crawford-Always wears harmonious Color Wfilma Fisher-Her logic and persuasion invariably combinations-possibly a weakness of trackmen. Will the point. Elizabeth Cunningham-The warmth of genial Arthur FifZW21IC1'-Hurry, gi1'lS, here C0mCS courtesy, the calm of self-reliance. Arthur. Sarah Rose Currier-Such another peerless queen Catherine Flaherty-She came from Peru, but she's only could her mirror show. Irish. Robert Daggett-Always helpful, always calmg his Veryle Fly'-When the honor roll is read, Veryle,s seriousness is to us a balm. name is among the first. ik 113 112 ik if 3111 l ii 112 it 3:11 ll.. U11 11111111111 111111111 1 Glenn Forkner-Politeness goes far, yet costs nothing. Burnett Forman-Quiet, cheerful, and of good re- PLIIC. Who could be more? Richard Forsgren-"A man's a man, for a' that." Fred Foster-The world hears little from its worth- iest men. Virginia Fox-Really not dangerous. A whiz at L.1tin, French, piano, and uke. Hugh Francisco-We all wonder what H. F. wiil do when he grows up. Fred Freije-He plays for gain and sport and wins or loses with a smile. Carl Frye-XVe'd be proud to have him represent us at XVest Point. Ralph Cwale-School is Ralph's weakness-now that he is leaving. Bill Galpin-He,s anxiously awaiting September, when he!!! be a real collegian. Otto Games-Life to him is a game, win or lose. Jean Cvard-A prominent member of the musical circle at Tech. Stella Gard-NVe've always wondered why Stella took physiology. She doesn't like skeletons. Fred Cvardner-To hear that boy laughing, you'd think he is all fun. Ruth Garver-Modest, meek, musical. Lucille Geilker-Wfhatever she is asked to do, she does-and does it right. Paul Gentry-"Excuse my dustf' Miles German-Can be seen gracefully jumping the mud holes on rainy days. Carleton Gibson-There TDLISI be something in the air to make Carleton so everlastingly cheerful. Ilona Giep-"I awoke one morning and found my- self famousf' Marian Gilbrech-XVe wonder if Marian will be- come a newspaper reporter. Thomas Gilpin-Tech's high-powered salesman. Can sell anything to everyone. Aileen Goodhue-Promises that she will begin at- tcnding school twice a week. Robert Goodwin-just one of Tech's good-looking military oliicers. Bernice Goss-Is making great progress as a French- speaking Techite. ,james Graham-Jimmy, why the constant smile? Frank Gray-Is never blue when grade time rolls around. Marjorie Creen-A jolly good fellow-pardon, Mar- jorie-we mean girl. Agatha Cvriilin-She's honors won and praises gained. Ruth Cvriihth-Bashful, small, but a mighty stu- dent of public speaking. Charles Grogan-"Irish,' Grogan-came to Tech because its colors are green and white. Joanna Guss-Her actions speak more strongly than her pen. XVilliam Habig-He craves the bliss of solitude. Edith Hagelskamp-All she attempts to do she does. Margaret Hague-Custom cannot stale her inhnite variety. Earl I-Iaibe-The boyis side of the Haibe family. Enid Haibe-The girl,s side of the I-Iaibe family. Clyde Hall--He is a jolly good fellow. .. Marie I-lammontree-A firm believer in "Silence is Golden." Mary Elizabeth Harold-From her eyes sparkle a message of youth and jollity. Lee Harper-Can,t say that he,ll always be a good preacher. Leone Harper-She loves the world and all its thrills. Lillian Harris-A fast worker-particularly on the typewriter. Mary Harrold-A most deserving girl, who insists on two "r,s,' in her name. Alberta Hart-Everyone realizes that still water runs deep, Alberta. Doris Hart-Believes that it is better to wear out than to rust out. Dorothea Hart-She is the heart part of the Hart twins. Roberta I-larter--She has a heart with room for everyone. Edna Hartle-0 di immortales! Wlaat a Vergil student! Mary Hartsock-Tech's budding young artist. Eleanor Harvey-A girl that loves and laughs must surely do well. Mary Harvey-XVe know that Mary can entertain a sponsor room. Meredith Harwood- youth who will walk a mile from a teacher. The bashful, sleek -haired Charles Haugh--Has been true to his school for four full years. Roberta Hawkins-Ever seen "Bobby" without her winning smile? As for dramatic ability!! Frances I-Ieckman-Reward offered! Wfhy is it that Frances I-Ieckman can't get English??? Vernon Heil-The ladies call him sweet. james Helms-Everyone admires our Crichton who is also our "red-hotu football player. Wiilliarn Henderson-A treasure of a treasurer, and business manager, who wants to be a doctor. Francis Hensley-Sensible boy, cadet captain, and math student. Fred Hert-Men of few words are the best men. Ralph Heylmann-Very persistent in all of his efforts. LeRoy Higenbotham-lt is what you say, not how much. Jack Hill-Jack is a giant, but not a killer. He made the season quite a thriller. Robert Hill-A typical good-looking usher. Katharine Hines-One of Tech's "S7 varieties"- slightly temperamental. Edward Hittle-Eddie has made his fame through track. -Iohn Hoagland-The knight without a herald. Melvin Hobbs-The mirror of all courtesy. Vesta Hodge-A little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men. Richard Holman-"Get behind me-books!" XVilliam Holman-Behold! The Sheik! Kathryn Holtman-Another Glee Club girl who likes VIH L. Alice Hopkins-Miss Modern Times! Witla an old- fashioned appetite! M W 11111111111111111111111 fl 6 l Iiliikiliikikllfkifhgiliifliik F Q il Claude Horn-He never plays a second with his own horn. Ruth Hoskinson-One reason for the excellent property management in the senior play. Kenneth Howe-Never trouble trouble, till trouble troubles you. Fred Hribernik-This boy has a craving for history and as for fishing-well! Mary Hubbard-She studies and keeps quiet. Pauline Hughes-lntends that her artistic ability bring her vast fortune. Florence Huls-Don't worry, donit fret, just live and forget. Will Htnnt-We bet Bill turns out to be a printer. Weldon Huston-Strong and true to his school. Richard Hutchins-Does he get that "crazy rhythm!" just name the instrument and he'll make it helpless. XVarren Huter-A vocal celebrity-the best yeller in R. R. 1. Marshall lmmell-Almost entertained his R. R., but he was too bashful. Sorry, Marshall. Thomas lnman-All of his friends are proud of him. Good luck, Tom. Mary Insley-Could sell a last year,s CANNON coupon to a Shortridge Scotchman!! Dennison Ireland-Decidedly Irish by name, but this boy hails from Muncie. Thomas Isaacs-"Ch, but to dance all night and dress all day." Martha Isham-Latin student or musician. She shines in both. Donna Jackson-She has eyes that betray the fun behind them. Lloyd Jackson-Why are all of these good-looking people in R. R. 1? Margaret Jackson-In sooth, she is goodly company. Ruth Jackson-These studious, hatless people must be cool-headed. Claribel Jacobs-Of beaux she has quite a few. Her nickname is "Clarie." Geraldine kliimes-We suggest a whoopee phone for your public speaking tours. Mary Frances James-Of girl scout fame and pale blonde hair. Norma jay-Is a good authority on any subject pertaining to Cicero. Letha Jeffries-Of all our features, the eyes express the sweetest kind of bashfulness. Mildred Jenkins-Has good sense, which is a gift from heaven. Eva Johnson-Her winning smiles, her cunning wavs, help to make brighter days. Hazel Johnson-A dainty little miss. Louisa Johnson-W'here is he who has any infor- formation concerning Louisa? Della Jones-A cheerful countenance betokens a good heart. Paul Jones-A good fellow among fellows. Florence Jordan-Has a tendency to improve on the writings of famous poets, such as Longfellow. Lewis Kafoure-Better late than never, especially so in physics. Maurice Kaplan--Although Maurice takes care not to advertise his presence, we are aware of it. Marvin Karch-A boyish young officer. Marcella Katzenbach-We suspect that Marcella can be noisy at times. George Kaufmann-Wears a green hat and a red sweater, but he is not "Merry Christmasf' Robert Keeney-Solemn and serious. Wfatch his lips quirky he'll laugh in a minute. Robert Kennedy-Bob,s good humor and tactful manner make him at home anywhere. Edward Kiel--Our sturdy corporal. Pauline King-NVe know lots of people who would like to have her curls. Margaret Kirk-Admits that she is not interested in anything or anyone. Lipman Klein-Wfhat a wonderful lot of slang and imagination he has! Byron Knierim-He carries himself and his learn' ing remarkably well. Allison Koelling-Popular cadet major. Renowned as a toastmaster. Kenneth Koelling-A sport fan first, then a typist. Mary Margaret Kohnle-A girl of pleasant mien, smiling where'er she's seen. Philip Kurtz-Always has a solution for any problem. Roberta Lake-Intelligent, interesting, pleasant. Sidney Lamb-Has a whimsical way of expressing himself. Merrill Lammert-His interesting personality is re- served for his special friends. Esther Langdon-Is happiest when doing something for some one else. Edna Latz--Kept the physiology class well in- formed as to prospective questions. Rosemary Lautif-Remembered for her easy manner. Richard Lawrence-You can easily find Dick if you find a banjo first. Richard Lentz-The phrase "Happy-go-luckyl' never had a meaning until it was applied to Dick. Charles Leonard-One of Tech's trackmen. Eleanor Leslie-If you want a bright idea or a new plan, just ask Eleanor. Robert E. Lewis-XVhen Bob gets started after a thing, he usually gets it. Vivian Likens-Always cheerful and busy, but never too busy to help a friend. Agnes Lindley-Her bright greeting seems to say, "Good luck to you today." Mervin Littell-A public speaker of note-what note? Vivian Lively-Intends to get her nurses' training in Cleveland. Alice Livengood-We hope she won't lose her pep. Grace Logan-In spite of her dramatic ability, she hopes to be a successful nurse. Charles Lohman--Salesman Sam of R. R. 1. Robert Lohman-Saint Peter at the gate of R. R. 1. Robert Loop-Doesn't speak often, but he says something when he does talk. Mary Elizabeth Lovell-Either I'll get the lessons or theyill get me. Gerald Lucas-A future Boilermaker who indulges in physics and chemistry. 17 Iill 111 .ik 112 3213 if? ik 11 ik 1153 112 Martha Luedemann-A mixture of sunshine, intel- ligence, and sincerity. Albert Lutz-You can't be blue with "Al,'. Nlifilliam McArthur--Sounds Scotch-but he is generous. Raymond McClain-The man with a smile is the man worthwhile. Robert McClimon-A promising speaker of the English Vllc. Morris McDaniels-XVhen Morris tap dances, they throw water on the orchestra. House who likes Francis McKenzie-Charlie Davis ll-no mistake. Joe McKinster-A quiet nature with dignity to spare. Robert McKittrick-"They say all great men die young. I feel sick." Helen McNeeley-Displays a pleasing smile-only one token of her friendliness. Gladys MacDonald-A delightful Southern accent. jean Mackay-Pretty to walk withg witty to talk with. ,loc Macy-Mr. Popularity, himself. Max Mansfield -President Raccoon Mansfield- pride of R. R. 1. David Mason-A flourishing green Techite. Ellsworth Maxwell-The boy who knows how to get money from girls. Viona May-As fair as the month of May. Edward Meith-Our stable boy of play fame. Margaret Meixner-A good countenance is a letter of introduction. Stella Merriman-May be tiny, but she's mighty. Evelyn Mertz-A truly feminine Miss. Arthur Michel-No relation to Arthur Mometer. Mary Miessen-The competent and famous editor- in-chief is a budding columnist. Kenneth Miley-An industrious metal worker. Byron D. Miller-Three cheers for an optimist, can be an actor and a director alternately. Enza Miller-Library club-she knows her books. Helen M. Miller-ls to hang out her shingle as an advertiser. Omer Miller-Action is the fruit of knowledge. Rudolph Miller-Everybody struggle-here comes Rudy. How that boy drives! Charles Mills-Miss Brochhausen will give Charlie a recommendation. Mary Mitchell-Has been faithful in seeing that R. R. 1 has good programs. Charles Moffatt-XVants it understood that he is no relative of little Miss Muffett. Ruth Mogab-Little streams make mighty rivers. Marvlin Moncrief-The type you like. Dorothy Montagu-A conscientious girl with loads of pep. Earl Moore-Has accomplished the art of making a girl's heart stand still. Pauline Moore-Can probably explain some of the disturbance in roll call. Louise Moorman-Has literary talent-past, pres- ent. and future. Robert Morris-A scientist of no mean ability. Bertine Mueller-She astounds the Art department with her unusual ability. 'll' Mary Murphy--An attractive girl with an excel- lent scholastic record. Arthur Mutter-The novelist for the June class. Opal Neidigh-Nothing exceeds wisdom. Jewel Newgent-When it comes to dancing, Jewel "shakes a wicked foot." Hannah Newman-Variety is the spice of life. Harold Nisenbaum-He seems busier than he really is-but perhaps he is. Charlene Noblitt-A lady makes no noise. Bakes North-Eddie, the boy with the million dol- lar disposition. Herbert Norwood-A steady man for every job. Mary Nuding-Popularity personihed. "Let's make oper-dooperf' Kiefer Ober-The reasoning of the St1'OI1gCSt is always best. Pauline Olsen-lndifferent and unassuming, she draws the "beaux"-violin, we mean. Ethel Mary Qstrom-Launched the good ship i'CANNON,7 on its 1929 June senior year. Edward Parry-Feathers float, but pearls lie low. Foster Parsons-Foster will be a parson some day. Glenn Paschall-A rival of the Prince of Wales. George Paton-Why does George search the sky for falling stars? Ruth Patten-Gave lots of laughs to her expres- sion class. Helen Peacock-Helen walks and glides, but doesn,t strut like other peacocks. Agnes Peele-She is fond of sports, especially ath- letes. Lloyd Pentecost-Happy-go-lucky5 a worldly man. Helen Louise Perkins-When duty and pleasure clash, let duty go to smash. Arthur Phegley-XVill be in "Big Business" in 1940. Eleanor Piper-May publish a book soon, entitled "Sewing, My Favorite Pastimef' Helen Pitt-A girl with a heart of gold and a smile for everyone. Kern Porter-Brown eyes and brown hair seem to please Kern's friends. Kenneth Powell-Quiet and unassuming, but with a mind of his own. Dorothy Prather-Can't wait to be a co-ed. Robert G. Price--His mind is heavier than air. Francis Pritchard-A most nonchalant young man who is well liked. Dorothy Prosch-Our prospective grand opera star. Mable Pruitt-Reserved, but delightfully attractive. Margaret Pruitt-Who is going to be the honored recipient of Margaret,s charming smiles? Virginia Qualrer-She favored R. R. 2 with hu- morous readings. Mary Quigley-Never idle a momentg thrifty and thoughtful of others. john Ramee-A good shot and a square shooter. Lucille Ramsey-Count her among our future em- inent pianists. Harold Ransburg-Beats bothersome book bogus by blufling. Mary Lyndall Raper-How are Lyndall and Lind- bergh alike?-Always gone. Joseph Reeve-Gets his money's worth at the Tech lunchroom. if lik 132 3112 122 3112 2111 2135 III? ii 111 iii ill 1. l l 22 32112-'IIIEIfl:3IkIIl1ZIKiIIIiIIIE1II 'FF TT Howard Reiber-Wfants us all to attend college and become intelligent. Clifford Reidy-Always ready to fight for Tech with all his might. Thomas Reilly-Made Ford roadsters popular. Beulah Reynolds-Enjoys orchestra. Queer, isn't it? Russell Reynolds-A future legislator. George Rhoads-For wider and better roads in Indiana. Lavon Rice-Lavon is surely a real sport. Madge Richey-NVe wonder if Madge is still "richy" after paying senior dues. Carroll Riley-Has decided to like school now that it's time to leave. NWilma Risdon-Her high grades have helped to uphold the class reputation. Grace Robards-Grace hopes to usurp Nurse Rem- !ey's place some day. Andrew Roberts-Another "Fleury.,' XVe wonder what he got out of Tech. Harold Roberts-One of these "few and far be- tween" math sharks. Maurice Robertson-ls strong for Tech, especially the lunchroom. Dorothy Rodenbarger-Has a weakness for Tech's Bake Shop. Umm! May Louise Roesener-She will show the Butler girls a few things next fall. Maxine Rosebaum-Lovelier than all the rest, with affection she is blest. Jack Rosebrough-A track runner-makes excel- lent time to the lunchroom. Harriet Rossetter-A sweet little girl and a regu- lar sport. Marcus Rubin-Expert messenger for the oihce. Clyde Rubottom-Provides amusement for R. R. 2. Joe Ruddick-Joe should be busy with his various interests: sports, work, dates, eating, and parents. Charles Rudolph-Ten for Bill. He's the yell leader of R. R.. 2. Dorothy Ruehl-Wants to be a nurse. The uni- forms are becoming, Dotg we agree. LeRoy Rtieter-Why do girls like red sweaters? Kempster Ruggles-It takes a peppy fellow to sell all those Wfhoopee phones that Kempster sold. James Ryan-Another one of Tech's Joe Colleges. Edna Saleba-Dark and snappy, bright and happy. Helen Sales-We do hate to have Helen sail away. Madeline Sander-Perhaps, some day Madeline will represent Tech at Hollywood. Donald Sandstrom-There is always a storm when Don,s around. Edward Saxton-Promises to become a professional musician. Robert Scearce-A bold Techite who blooms out with a rare green sweater. Esther Schatz-Her cute, pleasing ways brighten Tech's days. Wfilliam Scheigert-Told the members of R. R. 2 when to "watch the birdie." Florence Schmertz-Always has some new means of brightening the paths of others. Lillian Schmink-Studies not much. Pep? You bet. Arthur Schoneker-A foresighted business man. George Schott-Interested in lessons and athletics. Harold Schortenieier-Webster, the second. Earl Schull-How Earl will advertise Tech when he gets into the advertising game! Fred Schuller-Another one of those Howard high schools from Tech. Martin Schumacher-Plays a "hot" saxophone. Martha Scott-Has promised us some real service in future days as our librarian. Herbert Sears-Herbie is nimble, Herbie is quick. When he's in the race, it sure has a lot of "kick." Lois Sedam-Presumably, Lady Catherine has over- come the mental strain of the servants' tea. Mona Seeman-An eihcient little librarian. Charles Sellers-Handsome, digniiied m i l i t a r y officer. Richard Sewell-XVill he be a designer of women's clothes? He knows his stuff. Helen Seybold-Did any one ever see her study? Russell Shackelford-Some day Russ will own a Ford to drive to college. Albert Sliaffstall-Wins honors at the rifle range. Louise Shellabarger-Her weakness is tardiness. Louise Shipman-Our lovely Lady Mary who slew more than one "deer." Dorothy Shook-Private secretary to Miss Wfelch. Joseph Shreve--A hustler! Plays basketball, on track team, swims, is ass't Scoutmaster. julia Shugert-A brown-eyed swimmer. XVait until she becomes buyer for H. P. Wgisson. Leonard Shugert-His snappy salesmanship is sure to bring him success. Dorothy Siddons-A typist of the CANNON otlice. The raccoon coat did not get her the position. Harold Siebert-A raccoon coat carries the boy. Earl Simmons-Right there when it comes to that cross-campus dash. Russell Simpson-In a few years Russell is going to be a rich commercial artist. Lawrence Sinus-Will be the Victor Hugo of Tech. Pauline Skisz-XVhen it comes to business ability, she's right there. Eunice Smith-She's a girl, but she knows all about the government of America. George E. Smith-Eminent lawyer who sometimes goes fishing. Leo Smith-Like all good seniors, "loves his adver- tisingf' Lousie Smith-A quiet little senior whom we'd all like to know better. Mabel Smith-XVhat would happen if we all liked botany as much as Mabel does? Paul L. Smith-His absence from the Band will be keenly felt next semester. Harriet Snider-Harriet has as many friends as she has freckles. Virginia Snider-Holds the distinction of being a brilliant, left-h.mded tennis star. Ruth Snyder-Has a sunny disposition. Dorothy Somers-Is always attractive. Katherine Sommer-Will never marry a Latin Prof. Margaret South-All girls envy her that sweet disposition. Floy Spaulding-She's here and there, and spreads joy everywhere. Mary Spellman-Her middle name is Punctuality. .K 112 ik Ill 2111 E ik ik IIII 1121 3113 ik ill Il. E231 if , gkkiiliiklfklfkifkllfklkiikiikifkiw it R -K if if R ii AUL Wglff MADJODIE N000 OPRA XVINGHT M IGHT MARGARET WUELHHG JOHI1 YAGER HARLAH YEAGER JOHN YEAGER DOROTHY YOUHG :Q if f ' if H is M A CHARLES YUTVIEYER EDITH ZAR? MA: RICHARD ZIHHERMAH VIVIAN ZIHHERMAH M k 3 ik ik Ik ik ik ik ik E Ik ik ik II Reminiscent ...... lilac lane w iClass P0l'1l1TVjI'gflIfll Casvyj M Through the ha5e: if Z1 oelnietneleo arch of orchio ano green glistens in the sun, if Q timio thrush flutters silentlp to a tnelroming hranch, it Z1 freshman, seeking solituoe, tnalks through lilac lane it Ulreaoing softlpmoreahing to frighten the hirh. N Giooapr Q Q malls, seameo ano scarreo, hares itself to the glaring sun, if Q pert little sparrotn hops contenteolp in the grass, N Q senior strolls slotnlp hp, pensihelp, meoitatitielp, lg Zlno oreams of the thrush ano lilac lane. M wk ik ik ik ik ik E if ik E ik ik ik in .f f 3 ,4 M k ik ik ik ik ik ik ik ik ik ik ik ik li.. tm 'E IIE IIE IIE ik IIE Wil E E ik IIE ZIII If' Richard Stahlhut-He claims that his main interest is working in wood. UQ Mary Virginia Stanfield-Proud to wear her senior colors, but hates to leave her dear old school. Roger Stanley-Is always in front-especially in the lunch line. Dorothy Stark-We must confess, makes a charm- ing French maid. Irma Mae Steell-Will be remembered by her hearty laugh and as a talented violinist. Robert Stewart-Seems to have kept himself hidden. Vetha Stewart-If you are taken to St. Vincent's hospital in '35, ask for Vetha, the prettiest nurse. W'illiam Stockton-Thinks that collecting senior dues should be ranked among the higher arts. Ruthellen Stone-A future Tech teacher in art. Maxine Stringer-Shyly reveals her ambition to be a primary teacher. William Strong-Tech's strong man, especially for the eats. Richard Strother-Senator Strother is also assistant clerk in his public speaking class. Charles Sturm-Charles, the great auto doctor, can cure any wrecked car. Vera Sudbrock-Our accomplished vice-president. Alice Suddarth-A rare girl who possesses business as well as domestic inclinations. Alza Suddarth-The "other half" thinks that trav- eling is a very desirable hobby. Sarah Suddarth-Her genius will soon adorn the walls in the world's great art galleries. Robert Swank-How about Bob as an expert danc- ing instructor? Margaret Swern-Our unforgettable Tweeny who insisted that "butlers don't keep company." June Swett-June! That's when we graduate! For- get it! We're talking about sweet June. Mildred Tamblyn-Few persons have courage enough to seem as good as they really are. Mabel Terrell-She truly grew up. Leah Thielbar-She is not simply good, she is good for something. Earl Thomas-His interest centers in "fast stuff"- airplanes and race cars. Emma Lee Thomas-He who gets ahead of her in the newspaper game will have to be pretty peppy. Jack Thomas-He doesn't give the lazy ones a chance. Mary Lou Thomas-Her soulful eyes ensnare the unwary. Helen Thoms-Has broken all records for losing one s voice. Charles Thompson-Insists that before he dies he will reform Indiana politics. Rachel Timmons-A brown-eyed miss with a va- riety of interests. Helen Louise Titus-She has a charming smile and a line that never breaks. Huldah Todd-An enthusiastic buyer of Wrigleyis. Byron Tonnis-Red-haired, but not fiery. Charles Townsend-An artist with the promise of becoming a Tech teacher some day. James Tretton-Little bit good, little bit bad. Some times happy, sometimes sad. Louise Troy-"Cottie." Tech's Clara Bow. Elizabeth Ulrey-A perfect saleswoman and a fu- ture horticulturist. Harold Unger-The only M. T. boy ever in step. Mabel Unverzagt-Example is more forceful than precept. Ronald Updike-A political big gun from Tech. Florence Van Horn-Will perhaps be the next wo- man to fly across the Atlantic. Harold Vogel-Wisdom and eloquence are seldom united. Francis Waggoner-Let him plan your future home. He's a loyal Tech supporter. Mary Waidlich-A future talkie artist. Margaret Walden-All friends, no foes. Never known to frown. James Walsh-His art work has made the Advertis- ing department proud of him. Josephine Ward-An efficient typist whose popu- larity increased daily. Lucie Warfel-A winning smile, lots of style, mak- ing Whoopee all the while. Celia Warner-The girl with the golden locks. George Wfarner-Has movie star possibilities. Louis Wfasson-Senator Wasson prefers the Tech way to that of Oaklandon, his previous cause of grief. William Watkins-Billy is a tall individual whose weakness is oral composition. Mary Helen Way-By the way, who will marry merry Mary Helen Way? Lura Webb-Could "get thru" on her good looks. Otto Wehmeier-Out to-Otto Watt? Paul Weishaar--Red likes moonlight midnights. Kenneth Welty-Possesses light hair and some OJ knowledge of chemistry. Charles Wenrick-He will be appointed mechanical engineer for Indianapolis in 1941. Dorothy Werler-On with the dance! Let joy be unconined. Gertrude West-A traffic squad head and saucy cop. Lawrence White-A dignified senior personified. Ardith Whitmire-One of the stars in girls' sports. Thelma Willis-She writes well with her short hand. Edward Wilson-A bashful blond that girls would like to meet. Robert Wilson-A noisy boy in the Senior Band. Tilden Wilson-A singer of renown. William Wilson-Billy, our surgeon. Girls we love for what they are, boys for what they are to be. Hal Winter-The CANNON staff blanket, he covers the sports well. Edward Woerner-A jolly light-haired fellow. Paul XX'olfe-The descendant of a martyr general. Lyman Wfolfla-The girls wonder how often Ly- man gets a permanent. Albert Wood-A warbler in the Boys, Glee Club. Marjorie Wood-An accomplished pianist. Mar- jorie knows her music. Harold Worth-"Sweet Adeline! My Adeline." Gpra Wright-Jokes editor of the CANNON, blame Opra for all split sides. Wilburn Wright-Should be interested in the new course in aeronautics. fC071fi711l0LZ' on rage 501 .lf 113 3:13 ii ZIP ik 111 JI! ill ik 11 2111 III IL. l I 28 Ifliifliilkiliifliiliiliiliiiiklii 'Tut ADMIPSXBLL CBlf'l'l TON " I ikiliiliiklllklilfgikiliiliikil The Silhrnitahle Cllltiti t II SIR JANIES BARRIE THE CAST CIRICI-'ITON, a butler A,, .A. . james Helms LORD LOAISI ., Bill Galpin TPIE HON. ERNI.s'I XVOOLLIIY Richard Bireley LORD BROCRLLHURST ll.,,. Byron D. Miller TREHEIKNE, a clergyman ,. Lee Harper LADY MARX' LAsIfNIsY . . , , . Louise Shipman CATHERINE, her sister . Lois Sedam AGATPIA, a second sister Mary Elizabeth Edwards TWEENY, her kitchen maid Margaret Swern COUNTIESS OF BROQRLEHURST Wilma Fisher MRS. PERKINS, housekeeper e,.,, Loraine Eisele MONSIILUR ELIEURY, chef eee... . .Joe Macy MR. ROLLLSTON, Lor.l Loam's valet . , . . , . . , . Richard Strother MR. TOMPSETT, coachman . , Fred Gardner MISS FISHER, Lady Mary's maid , Vera Sudbrock MISS SIRUVIONS, Catherine's maid Dorothy Cooper MELLE JEANNI2, Agatha's maid Dorothy Stark THOMAS, first footman ..III. Robert Loop JOHN, second footman I . , , . Morris McDaniels JANE .I.,.........I.. . , Rachel Timmons GLADYS .,.., , . Louise Troy STABLE BOY. . , I . Edward Meith A PACE ..I.,,.. ,,... ,... R i chard Evans THE PLAY "I perceive, from the tea cups, Crichton, that the great function is to take place here," sighed tlIe Hon. Ernest Woolley' as he high-hatted his entrance onto the stage of the Murat Theatre on the evening of April nineteenth, nineteen hundred and twenty- nine. The servants' tea, a monthly occurrence in Lord Loam's establishment, depicted a very hilarious "function" indeed. Absurdities and ridiculous sit- uations created by the uncomfortable servants were ludicrous. To Crichton, the perfect servant, the affair was necessarily distasteful. W'hen Lord Loam and his yachting party sud- denly found themselves shipwrecked on an island, they soon discovered the truth of Crichton's words -"If we were to return to nature, my lady, the same person might not be master: the same persons might not be servants-." Indeed the situation was completely reversed. Crichton assumed entire re- sponsibility for everyone on the island and was waited upon like a king by his adoring servants, all of whom had been his superiors in England. The three sisters loved him, but it was Lady Mary whom he chose to love. At the exact moment when their glorious life on the island seemed to reach its heighth, they heard a ship's gun! Nature fCOl1CIIllll't! O11 Page 501 29 ll ik ik 3 E ik Ifkvik ik Zfk ik lik 3 1' Senior Ritture worries W'hen you must to a photographer's go, 10 have your pictures taken, you never look just like you should: however that man makes 'em. And after the proofs you receive, then comes the time when you must grieve. Iior although they all may look like you, not one of them seems just quite true! One friend says, "Oh, I just love this oneln while an- other says, "It makes you look as if you might weigh a ton!" In one picture your grin is far too wide, in another your nose resembles a slide! Your eyes, your chin, your hairis not rightg in short, those pictures are simply a fright! And after the choosing of the best is done, you always wish it had been :mother one. You decide also which is the worst, deciding on that one the camera was cursed. Then you decide to throw it away, itis l1Ot a good picture, whatever they say. I'll be blest!" XVhy do they say, "XVhy it was better than all the rest"? W'hen you tell your friends, "Now, LOUISE HARSHINIAN. Qlrpuuts The sixth, seventh, and eighth with the speed of a snail. The sixth, of course, was devoted to lunchg the seventh to cated in the library, but when the periods passed being sophisti- eighth arrived, from a freshie. As the time drew near, I put a member of a former cast no one would have recognized me through a cross examination as intense as any ever given .1 criminal. She very generously repeated that the judges were very kind, that they were the only ones who saw the attempts, and th.It it wasn't necessary to have studied dramatic art. The bell rang. I tripped over to the lunch room, trying to keep my feet as well as those of others from splashing my hose. Quickly I dabbed my nose with my powder puHi, opened the door, and with trembling knees faced the judges. An hour later I emerged. I had tried out. It was like going to the dentist-not so bad when it's Over. RIADIHLINIT s.xNoER. Qi Eiscuherp Many members of Techis class of '29 need only to refer 10 their birth certificates to learn of that which has been brought to light. Yes! Thatis it! Tech was born a little less than seventeen years ago, and so were many of us. Even the trees on the campus seem to realize this highly esteemed honor that has been naturally be- stowed upon us. They appear to be nodding with approval and admiration, and their leaves, to be whispering, "You are truly Techis nrst-born graduates." NVho could imagine a greater honor? How our hearts swell with pride to know that we have been permitted to keep pace with her and to behold her wonderful progress and future prospects! As she advances, may we also advance in wisdom and knowledge so that she may never wish to disown us. Senior Einttings Size of Class: 539. Colors: Sapphire blue, coral, and nickel. Flower: Aaron Ward rose. Motto: "Success depends on backbone not wish- bonef' Class Play: April 19, 1929. Class Day: May 29, 1929. Honor Night: June 11, 1929. Commencement: June 13, 1929. Commencement Speaker: Dr. Charles XV. Gilkey. Class Gifts: New England plants extinct in In- diana for the Nature Preserve. Money left to the school with the suggestion that it be added to a fund for stage curtains in the new auditorium. Ciba Qhmirahle Qirirbtun fC0lIF1ZlL1t'lf from Page 29j had decreed their return to the formalities of Eng- lish society. To I.ord Loam and the others it meant the renewing of the dear, familiar past: but to Crichton and Mary it was a stunning blow, for they knew that only On an island was he the "best man among them." Senior bhipmates fcjflllfllltllftf from Page 281 Margaret XVuelfing-Owes her success in physiog- raphy to red hair, so we've been told, but, per- sonally, we believe it is because she's bright. John Yager-Short and cute, just the kind that out to suit. Oh no, heis tall and slender, and will kindly services render. Harlan Yeager--Quite a quiet sort of blond who has been faithful in all things he has undertaken. John Yager-A warm mathematician. Yea, Boy! Dorothy Young-Should be called "Ducky" since she is so fond of swimming. Charles Yutmeyer-Future member of the Indiana State Legislature. Wfants low tax on everything. Edith Zaph-The kind people write songs about. Richard Zimmerman-The last branch of the fam- ily tree, and a mighty good one at that. Vivian Zimmerman -A charming smile makes things worth while. Note: These senior personals were written by the Class Day committee. ALLISON KOELLING, Chairman RACHEL iT!I1X'I1VIONS HELEN LOUISE BROWN EDNA BENNETT MARX' MITCHELL MARY INSLEY MAXINE ROSEBAUM HAROLD RANSBURG MAX MANS13IEI-D THOMAS REILLY JAMES HELMS JOE MAcY ROBERT DAGGETT MARJORIE GREEN MARY QUIGLEY WILMA FISHER VERA SUDBROCK 1X4ARTHA IsHAM. WILLIAM HENDERSON 30 .k E E E Ifk ik ik ik ik ik ik lik ik Il. 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S1z1tl1-ry, .X1l11121 XY111111w:11'11, 311111111 111111111111-1', l,1111is1- 51111-119- vrmt, X'1'i11iz1111 Su111'1,11'L1. Jiifllliliilililiillililiiliiliiliiliili. 1351 IIKEZIIIZIXZ3iIIZ3flZIIl13ClI1kiI1 0 S! 35. fs. 'ill 122 2111 E IIE 111,111 122 IIII 3113 iii 112 -I 4l Zfpulbuher Qliirsf Prize in Sfaorl Sinry Cmzfcxfj "Say, run through the holdover! We need a fea- ture for this columnf, shouted the make-up editor through a half-open door to Bob. The reporter rummaged through some files, soon returned with the desired type, and hastily retreated into the background of the bustling newspaper oflice. Reporters dashed here and there, scraping their chairs, pounding out stories on noisy typewriters, and tossing their "scoops" on the editor's desk. The rustle of papers and the rasping of shears des- ignated the horse-shoe copy table in a far corner of the large, active room. There with their scissors and paste pots, the copy editors, tapping their blue pencils as they figured headlines or counted ems, slashed the work of the reporters. Copy boys hur- riedly answered calls to dash with copy to the make- up room. Newspapers rattled as the society and sports editors hunted through them for special stories. Telephones jangled. Editors commanded imperially. Conversation-slamming doors-click- ing typewriters-ringing bells-the newspaper oflice was in full swing. Bob wearily sank into his seat and finished his small society item. "Society item!" thought the de- spondent reporter bitterly. Yes, five years in this newspaper otlice, and no raise, no advancement, not even a commendation from the hurried editors whose infrequent compliments were the salt of life. Society items! In his live-year sojourn in this office his "scoops,' had been few and far between. Anthony and Tom had earned recognition by their clever feature, news, and sob stories on that B. and O. accident two years before. Anthony was now at the copy table, Tom was assisting the city editor, and he was still a reporter. He saw the editor grab the telephone receiver from the hook. He sat up eagerly. Perhaps it was his time! Tense, he waited for the call. He knew all the other reporters were busy. It surely was his chance now! "Bob! You busy?" called the editor. "No!" the boy jumped up. "Then, go finish Collins, follow-up story on the traflic ordinance while he attends to this new head- linerf! Phil Collins happily tossed his paper over to Bob, received a few instructions from the boss, and made a hasty exit. Bob resignedly finished Phil's holdover article and handed it over to Simpson, the editor. "Pretty good follow-up!" was the only comment. Yes, pretty good! But never was he good enough to be sent out on these big events. He wasn't classi- fied as a specialty of any sort. He was remarkable feature stories. He a holdover. Phil later ran into the oflice, slammed his papers on the editor's desk, and said, "Sob stories?" "Yeh! Make 'em snappy,', answered the man, reading the story hastily before handing it to the copy readers. "Swell story!" he later called to Phil, who flushed with pleasure. neither in sob, straight, nor helped the others out. He was The next week Phil was advanced to the Sunday staff. Bob sardonically considered his probable pros- pects as an errand boy. He walked up to Phil, how- ever, with a happy-go-lucky grin to congratulate him on his promotion but turned his head just in time to hide a moist look of longing in his eyes. Phil thought, "A happy fellow!" Weeks passed, Bob still sat at his typewriter re- flecting on how fortunate it was that he was not a stringman. To keep the boss from noting that he was not working, he began typing anything to pass away the time. First, it was trash, mere sarcastic ramblings and pessimistic satire. He then began to take interest and to experiment in words, phrases, and sentences. He had forgotten all about essays and short stories during the last few years on ac- count of the engrossing work of the reporter's grind, now he tried to recall old rules. Finding it futile, he recorded memories, ideas, and opinions, in whatever style they presented themselves, grad- ually going off in tangents of short stories. He began to practice research work both for his own pleasure and for the verification of his "story facts." He grew so well acquainted with the files on this account that the editors always called Bob for the casual hunts in the morgue. He was interrupted in his literary basket-cram- ming process one morning by hearing the boss de- mand, "Bob, hunt the morgue for Stevens' life." "Stevens?" queried Bob, pushing back his chair. "Yes,,' Collins explained, thumbing a torn, red- penciled copy, uthe great editor who died several years ago today." 34 Elillilliiliiilililfliiliiilililiia. ll 211 112 ik IIE 112 IIIZWZIIZ E 2112 112 3 ISIS "Oh, all rightf' and Bob departed for the files. The first thing he extracted from the dusty rec- ords was a straight biography of that famous old editor, familiarly known as l'Red." Bob recalled that editor's reputation for never passing by a talented writer. He wondered what "Red" would have said about him. A personal interview he next pulled out, and, attracted by the title, "Editor Urges Reporters," he read the first sentence. "The holdover is often the best." "Yeh, why'd he ever invent that fool verse?" Bob grumbled, as he seized the remainder of the copy and hastened to the othce. The next day, however, engaged in pation of writing this and that to tor's piercing eye, he remembered quotation. "Well, I might as well mento of the time wasted in this Bob decided. So, he began to save, and to dedicate the old Christmas box hidden in his desk to the trash Qthat's all it could be called, he musedj which he typed while the other reporters were "getting the breaks" for which he had waited almost six years, each day getting out the usual society items and mediocre assignments. XVhy, he even was foolish enough one day to write a poem. He never thought he'd ever rhyme words in his career. his usual occu- escape the edi- "Red" Stevens' have some me- blasted office!" After months of this practice, the holdover box was rapidly Filling with odds and ends-scraps. The typewriters were still clicking out the news of the city, reporters were yet darting madly among the desks and "finger machinesf' The old city editor had advanced to assistant managing editor, and Phil Collins occupied his place. In the background of all the usual buzz and bustle sat Bob, apparently writing busily. He had become, in his careless words. a permanent fixture. He was still waiting for that thrilling moment when Collins should call, "Attend to this headliner, Bob!" Slumped in his seat, he did not raise his head when with exasperation he heard for the fiftieth time during the last few minutes the city editor's tele- phone buzz and Collins say, "Thanks, I'll send a man immediately." He hardly dared hope that Col- lins should call "Bob!" But finally that strange- sounding name rang out across the room. A wave of excitement convulsed him. Rushing over to Col- lins, he discovered that a prominent politician had been found murdered in the Ferron hotel, and slamming the door behind him, he hastened to the scene of action. He had embarked on that hour which was long remembered in the later years: the rush to the hotel, the interviews with maid, coroner, friend, hotel-keeper, and police, the hunt through the newspaper morgue for the life of the murdered Mr. Craig, the assembling of facts, the click of the typewriter, the last proud glance at the completed copy, the final triumphant toss on Collins' desk. His "scoop" was done well, he thought. Collins ran his eye quickly over it. "XVhat's this?" H Bob replied, "Craig's murder! Uncomprehendingly and dazed, he faintly heard Collins brutally announce, "Oh, that was in half an hour ago. Poe, who was on the scene, forked it. I might give you some follow-ups, later!" With a faint shrug Bob pulled his chair back and sat down. XVeeks later manuscripts were still piling up in the battered box hidden under Bob's desk, and the long-time reporter was daily becoming more dis- couraged, more pessimistic, when one day Collins called, "Bob, get the holdover! The make-up boss is calling for Hllerf' "Take me," Bob muttered as he obeyed and handed the type over to the editor. After a lapse of thirty minutes he was peremptorily summoned to the desk. "What,s this?" Collins demanded. One hasty glance was enough to make a slow flush suffuse the embarrassed face of the formerly debonair reporter. "Oh, some of my old junk, my own holdover. I was afraid to get another rejection slip on it. Must have picked it up by mistake," he stammered, snatching it up and retreating uncere- moniously. "Wait!" called Phil. "Why didn't you tell me you wrote things like this? This story is great, I tell you. Take it to the Sunday editor for the magazine section. Tell him it's Collins, orderf, Skeptical Bob was dumbfounded. To think that that old junk was called great, by an editor. Why, it could be termed a "scoop." A "scoop"! His long- awaited chance! With an elastic step he pushed an eager path to the othce of the Sunday editor and went in. "I-I have a short story here," he began, "for the magazine section." "Oh, we're full up. Haven't room for a cub re- porter's feeble attempts!" the editor responded grufily. Bob's ire arose. A cub reporter, indeed! After eight years! He straightened and said, "It's Collins, order!" The editor jerked a quizzical eyebrow. "Oh, it is, is it? XVell, leave it here. That'll do!" and he turned to his work. Bob left, trembling as if he had been in contact with an editor for the first time in his life instead of having associated with editors for eight years. The following Sunday a full-page story called "Newspaper Troublesv appeared on .1 prominent page of the feature section with the bye-line- Robert Cornell. On one of the prominent doors at which the "cubs" enviously gaze is printed in gold letters "Robert Cornell-Editorial Stafff! Seated at a large desk behind that door is Bob, plugging away at his usual typewriter. Collins, still the city editor, comes to his door and asks, "Any holdover in your files, Bob?" "Yeh, I'ye got a story that'll hit this rotten po- litical business!,' answers Bob, pulling out .1 manu- script from a disreputable Christmas box and handing it to Collins. "Thanks, Bob. Sorry to bother you." "Oh, that's all right. My holdover box was get- ting too full anyway!" and Bob types on. GERALDINE JAMES, ENG. VIIIC. .liiililiililili 12111533311 1112111 E E51 3 'Ti 3112 Z ik III: IIE IIE W ifli IIII ik Zfli it Zflf ilaappp Times in Clliburtb Clibnque anh the Ctattus Qliirif Prize in Essay Coufesfj fP1'i:z'-Wizzlzifllq Myffaj To the amazement and wonder of all who know In the sunny land where the Indian dwells there me, I delight in going to church. To walk in a few minutes after the services have started and to listen unobserved to the anthem which rises and swells is an unwearying joy to me. I like to slip in and join the singing, my voice blending with the others till it becomes a part of the one chorus. Xvhen the singing comes to an end, my interest dies in the service itself, and I begin to look about me with merriment, hard sometimes to conceal. The bald pate of an extremely large gentleman directly in front of me shines temptingly. Thoughts of how funny it would be to tickle it with a feather pass through my mind. Such interesting color harmonies present them- selves in church! A lady attracts my eyes. Her dress is a hectic red, her hat a vivid green, her scarf a flaming yellow. They are enough to attract the eyes of anyone. The self-satisfied expression of her face makes me choke back a too-willing chuckle. Another worshiper, with a plain, determined face, wears a creation of a hat! Picture it if you can, a black velvet hat, surmounted with pink roses in great numbers. She is one of the type who agrees vigorously with the minister at times. Her roses bob merrily as though a breeze might be passing through. One man carries a gold-headed cane. Childishly I like to watch the gold twinkle and gleam through his fingers. Several times the minister's voice penetrates my thoughts, and I listen attentively for a few mo- ments, then drift away again. At the close of the sermon the four ushers come down to the minister to receive the blessing before passing the collec- tion boxes. The improper thought always passes through my mind that they resemble in their walk and carriage, the four horsemen. Woe be to me if it ever reached their big ears, big, I say, because I have noticed after deep study that they are always large. The prayer always follows. The organist plays some sweet melody, and the minister walks down the aisle. It is over. I always wonder, when I shake hands with him, if he thinks I have listened atten- tively. I hope so, and each Sunday I firmly resolve to do so, but my intentions are of no avail. My mind will wander to my fellow-beings in church. HARRI1-T scott, LNG. V. worth A small boat sailed on the boundless main, It weathered the gales and stood the strain. A huge boat, loaded with goodly store Sank to the depths, and was seen no more. And so it is with the life we live. NVe look to the large, and to the small we give No thought. Man cannot see, It's not the size but the quality. NYILIXIA FISHER. once lived Mandioca, a warrior of the Blackfoot tribe. He was a very warlike brave, always waging war on the peace-loving tribes. One day a tribe of the Sioux, being tired of Mandioca's continual plundering, decided to give him a maiden for his bride if he would renounce his warlike ways. Choque, the maiden who was se- lected, agreed to marry him. He promised to put away his tomahawk and live peacefully with his bride. They lived in peace for a long while. One hot summer day a wicked Indian, Yellow Tooth, came to the peaceful lodge. He told Man- dioca that there were fine scalps to be had from a tribe of the Sioux who were encamping in a nearby valley. Mandioca, thrilled by the thought of scalps, eagerly joined Yellow Tooth's war party. Yellow Tooth and his band came home victorious, having taken many scalps. That night Choque pleaded with Mandioca, re- minding him of his promise, but all in vain. Man- dioca threatened to kill Choque and told her they would go on the warpath the following day. Though Choque begged him to live in peace, he talked of nothing but the scalps he would take. The next day when Mandioca and the braves had gone, Choque prayed to the Great Spirit. Then, taking a blazing brand from the Hre, she lit the wigwam, standing in the midst of it herself. Mandi- oca returned from the battle just in time to see the embers dying out. just as the last bit of smoke curled heavenward, the Great Spirit arose in front of Mandioca. "You have broken a promise and are now to be punished," said the Great Spirit. "You will here- after be a desert plant, the cactus. Your bad deeds and evil thoughts will burst out all over you in the form of prickles. Your fair bride's spirit shall be transferred to the Happy Hunting Ground, and her body shall be changed into a bubbling, crystal stream." Even to this day, we may see the cactus plant, and in Montana is a river, Marios, which was once the beautiful Choque. DAVID IXIARSHALL, ILNG. III G. mba bturm It had been so hot and sultry during the morning and early afternoon that the very air seemed to be composed mostly of stifling dust. Late in the after- noon a cloud passed over the sun. Soon the sky, which just a few hours before had been a hazy blue, was turned to a mass of angry, swelling, bla-sk clouds. Then all was still. The wind did not stir enough to make even the slightest tremor in the leaves on the trees. A low rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning heralded the approach of the coming storm. The first few drops of rain fell, and it seemed only a few moments until the storm was at the peak of its fury. ROBERT RUSKE. .ji E III? E E ill E III? il? ill il? iff E Il. l - I 36 illinhertnater fwlillllillfg FVCXIJNIIIII IlIl'it1l'lIfJ Wliile still a very young specimen of manhood, I went to visit friends in Cincinnati, Ohio. On the third day of my visit my chum suggested that we go to Chester Park for a swim. I objected, saying that I did not know how to swim, but finally, I allowed myself to be persuaded into going. Arriv- ing at the park, we hurriedly undressed and wrig- gled into bathing suits, and then raced for the pool. My companion executed a perfect dive into the water, but I stopped on the edge of the beach and wondered what I would do. In the pool were two large slides. One of these I climbed, but before sliding down, I hesitated-maybe I was losing my nerve. Oh! what a sad day it was for me for there the water was eight feet deep and this I did not know. After several false starts the third attempt was successful, and I zipped down that slide faster than any Twentieth Century Limited ever went. My head hit the water with such force that it rattled every bone in my body, and the number of stars in the sky were small in comparison to those that I saw at that time. I slid through the water swifter than a greased eel and felt my feet gently touch the bottom of the pool. Wallsiiig around under water may be a lot of fun when you know in what direction youlre going, but when it means death to go one way and life to go the other, itls not such a funny proposition. I donlt know whether I said a prayer or not as I wandered around under the water. But, miracle of miracles, just as I was giving up all hope, my head rose above the water. So great was my relief and happiness that I felt like proclaiming the day a national holiday. LEROY READLE, ENG. I. ikestlessness The small boy flounced about on the tousled bed. The color in the fever-red cheeks became redder each second as his impatience grew. I-Ie jerked an iron toy from beneath his pillow and hurled it to the floor. A fIy crawled across the pillow toward his head, he routed it with a Hop of his small hand. He fussed because no one passed by on the street when he glanced through the window. Pulling an animal puzzle from the foot of the bed, he tried to fit the pieces together, but they refused to hitch, and he tumbled them hurriedly out of his lap. I-Ie shifted his position fretfully and pushed the blan- kets from his body. Leaning over the edge of the bed, he tried to catch hold of either the ears or the rail of the dog who slumbered fitfully there, dis-- turbed by the creak of the bed-springs as the child Hdgeted. Frowning because the dog's ears and tail were quite out of reach, he sighed disgustedly and sank back resignedly on the hot pillow, and then he called, "Sister, play a game of checkers with me." ROBERTA AUBLE. Jfantp Qliirsf Prize in Poelr-y Confrifj A moonbeam shimmering through the trees, A shaft of light, a fairy face, Now there, now here, from place to place She dances in the soft night breeze- 'Tis Fancy. XVith rosy fingertips of dawn- An airy touch now here, now there, A perfumed breath upon the air, And lo! The shades of night are gone. , . Tis Fancy. Beside the rippling, babbling brook A fairy laughs the livelong day Or whiles the golden hours away, Asleep in some green shady nook. 'Tis Fancy. A crimson leaf floats from a tree And lights upon a waterfall, It drifts away, but that's not all- It bears a fairy blithe and free, ,Tis Fancy. And when the velvet dusk draws nigh, A silvery voice, soft, low, and clear- Sooths the hearts of all who hear. I know who croons this lullaby, 'Tis Fancy. IONII cam. The Iinbian Stout Crouching low, the Indian scout made his way around the ledge of the mountain. I-Iis copper skin blended with the glow of the setting sun, and his half-clothed body appeared as if it were part of the mountain. Rounding the ledge he lowered himself to the ground, then wriggled into a clump of sagebrush. Rising slowly, he looked about cautiously and lis- tened carefully. I-Ie then lay on the ground, resting on his elbows, with his head in his hands. In this observing position he gazed intently below. Far beneath him a wagon train crawled through rhe pass. It resembled a long grey caterpillar, having for its eyes two horsemen who looked suspiciously about, as if sensing danger. The scout, remaining in the same position, stared below. Suddenly he jerked his elbows from the ground and lay flat, hugging the ground, his finger tips clutching the bare rock. Something he had heard surprised him. Lying motionless for a long time, he listened for any other sounds which might reveal the presence of an enemy. Satisfied, however, he raised his elbows to resume his former position. After staring below for some time, he drew back into the sagebrush. The wagon train which had passed was now forming a close circle for the night camp. Night came on and the scout moved from his observation post, and soon vanished in the darkening twilight. GORDON SCIIUMAN. 37 iliiligilliliiiiliiliiliifliillliia fl 'kiiliiiliilillikifliikiikiiikliiklf Bapzkreaming My home is in the Middle West. I am proud of the fact because in my opinion the Middle West is typically the East, Can you beautiful American. However, having come from I often think of "little, old New York." wonder at this? As I sit and muse, many memories of bygone days pass before my mind's eye in kaleidoscopic array. The Sfufuc' of Liberty A foreigner coming to the United States feels a thrill when he sees the Statue of Liberty. She seems to welcome strangers to our country. If a foreigner thinks of the Statue of Liberty with such feeling of reverence, would not an American child think of her with still greater feeling? As I stand on a certain terrace in a large park overlooking New York Bay, gazing at the Statue of Liberty, a surge of patriotism thrills me. One visit to this terrace stands out above the rest. One evening just before sunset we climb to the terrace for a special treat. The sun's fading rays play on the statue and as it sinks, burnish it with gold. Dusk envelops us as we play around waiting for the event of the evening,--not only of the evening, but of a whole lifetime. The lights surrounding the base of the statue are to be turned on in Wash- ington by President Wilson! It is now almost pitch dark. The expected mo- ment has almost arrived. Gluing our eyes on the spot where we know the statue to be, we wait. Suddenly she is flooded with light. Regal and dig- nified as she always is, she seems more so now than ever before. Breathless we watch her as she stands, protectress not only of New York but of the vshole country. Hail! The Corzqzzering Hero Comes Dashing madly through crowds, cutting down side streets, and rushing across the broad avenue, my father and I find ourselves breathless but tri- umphant in the midst of the crowd lining both sides of Fifth Avenue. The street is crowded--yes, crowded even for New York-with thousands of people. What is the reason for all this hustle and bustle? Just remember what the year 1919 means-the soldiers returning from France, then you have the answer. Yes, General Pershing has returned and today he is being accorded the usual honor to .1 hero, a parade through New York. Tlivodore Roosevelt Once more my father and I are on Fifth Avenue, this time not to view a triumphant parade. but to watch the funeral procession of New York's Mayor Mitchell. Airplanes zoom overhead, buildings have taken on the aspect of mourning. A hush falls on the throngs of people. The pro- cession is approaching. Carriages one after another pass us. As I am only six years old, I am quite bored with a funeral procession and wish I were home. Resting first on one foot and then on the other, me up and points to a figure in a frock coat and high silk hat, saying, "That man is Theodore Rooseveltf, My impatience vanishes immediately. Theodore Roosevelt-is it possible that he, the hero of so many stories I have heard, is only a few feet away from me? I gaze at him in breathless rapture. Young as I am, I realize how great he is. He passes out of sight all too soon, but-I have seen Teddy Roosevelt. Coney Island "The thrill of a lifetime, right this way. Don't miss the greatest entertainment on the island." Laughter, noise, confusion, all these greet each party as it enters Coney Island. Where to go, what to do first. are the inevitable questions. One wants to do this, the other wants to do that. The answer is, "Do both!" Eat, ride the roller-coaster, eat, chute the rapids, eat, take a turn in the Bowl, and eat some more! This is only part of the program for the day. The rest of the program is merely four or five repeti- tions of the same thing. Steeple Chase, hot-dog stands, Luna Park, pop stands, side shows, candy stands, anything and everything are Visited. Hav- ing pictures taken, cartoons drawn, and spun glass ornaments made are all part of the routine. XVho can describe it? Being there to enjoy it is the only way to understand the rush and confusion, the fun and frolic-the one and only Coney Island, the incomparable. MIRIAM SCHURMAN. ,ijuutlfs iBtapet Our dear Father in Heaven above, Fill my heart with thoughts of love, Make me pure and strong and clean, Let Thy glory upon me beam. Guide my faltering footsteps clear, But hide me not from troubles hereg Take not the glory from my life By keeping from me Satanls strife, Rather help me conquer sorrow That I may happier be tomorrow, Make me strong for evil's test, Help me fight it with a zest. I would not a preacher be, Nor a saint for memory, But a hustler of the day, For the game of life I play. For the highest let me aim, Then my goal help me attain: Honest, kind, and sportsmanlike, Aid me to uphold the right. Lofty ideals never cease, Strength of character increase, Few endowments, but worthwhile, Have Dame Fortune on me smile. Give Thy blessings when I call, Lift me up whene'er I fall. Toward these things I now aspire, If of them I do acquire, Then my life will be well spent- I shall leave with vast content. I become rather impatient when my father picks HAROLD RANSBURG- E 3113 2112 E 2121 EMIS? if 2111 E E 1111 Il. Il 38 'liiliifliikikilfikifkiilrlfliifliifliili jmigtg "You saw him?" the lad whispered. It is the fading hour of sunset. In a moment the glowing sun will have dropped behind the wavering line of the horizon, and the sky will slowly fade to darkness. A great calm lies upon the waves as they gently beat against the prow of the ancient mer- chant vessel, and sweetly herald the coming night. Now, even the sounds of living men are hushed as if in adoration of the hour. The golden glow upon the silent waves is turning darker and darker, and now the waters are a deep dark blue. In their depths I see again the youth I was. Long ago I once stood on deck, a lad tired and worn from the day,s task, a lad who had come to sea for his first taste of the rover's life. In the pockets of the ragged trousers, which were much too long and wide, a pair of dirty hands were at rest. Through the great tear in the grimy grey shirt, the resolute shoulders gleamed at the dusk and re- vealed to the heavens the courage of a lad, but his eyes, blue sea eyes, were upon the towering figure of Lan, the ship's first-mate. Bronzed by the long years upon the waters, he stood, swaying slightly to the rise and fall of the ship upon the waves, his feet far apart, after the manner of seamen, and his hands clutching at the rail. His red lips were part- ed, and in his eyes was a dream. A laugh floated out as a last farewell to the sun, and Lan turned swiftly, his the worshipping youth. I-Ie hand upon the young boy's the boy and understood him stands another. The moon light, the pair upon deck They belonged, both of them, to the dreamers of Norfolk, the dreamers, who for hundreds of years had answered the call of the trackless sea. "Lad Aaron, ye too have heard the sea-maid call, by chance, ye may have seen her sweet pale face, but lad, yonder, in the blue-black waves, the old man of the sea himself dwells. I-Ie rules the land beneath the waves. Once I saw him. "I was standing upon the deck of my first ship, The Wirlff, and watching the moon above when I heard a dripping of water beside me and turned. A man in the prime of his years stood at my side. From his flowing green beard, ragged clothes, and his green face, the sea water dripped until a great pool lay at his feet and glistened in the moonlight. I looked into his eyes, they shone like jewels in the darkness, and I loved him. Time passed, the mo- ments and hours alike, but we forgot Time in the unspoken friendship that had corne to us. A breele eyes meeting those of sighed and placed his shoulder, for he loved as one dreamer under- came up in a silvery watched it, fascinated. began to blow, making the black waves beneath us dance. 'The night is beautiful. I have waited so long to see it with you!' sighed the man of the sea. "I spake to comfort him, but he was not. The moon, I think, had carried him away. I never saw him again." A sad silence fell upon the night, enveloping the man and the boy. The wind itself, as if by magic, sprang up and moaned, calling sadly to the waves and the sky. "Perchance," the dreamer, Lan, replied. "But the pool of water?" "---was gonef, The dream is over, the past is gone, only the dreary present remains. All is darkness now, and the stars that seemed so close but a moment before are high in the heavens, and their light is so dim that I scarce can discern the very ship upon which I sail on my wild journey. The gloomy blackness is come and now again the shouts of living men are heard. The dream is over, and my boisterous friends are calling from below. GEORGIA KRAUS. ,fishing Fishing-the sport for the real sportsman! It is not for the greedy, the impatient, the ill-tempered, it is for the sportsman only. Its thrills and joys are found in every lake, pond. or stream. Long before the sun has awakened, I open my eyes to find the heavy veil of night still unfathoma- ble. After exercising my will-power to a consid- erable extent, I arouse myself suHiciently to pull on my outfit, hurry from the cottage, and stumble down the hill. Upon my approach to the dock, myriads of sunfish emerge from beneath it to watch the antics I perform while getting into the boat. As I shove off into the cool, misty night, the finned life beneath me is moved to activity. The lake itself is still sleeping. Its glassy surface is marred only by the minute ripples from my boat and the frantic struggles of some tiny insects en- deavoring to escape from the tenacious water. The cool, exhilarating air rushes through my lungs. giving me renewed life and energy. Dipping fny oars, I cause the darkness and water alike to be carved by my prow. I cast my bait with a joyful sweep of the arm, making the line scream protest- ingly from my reel off into the night, finally to settle with a contented swish. The gentle "pip', of the bait still rings through the night. tempting the fish to breakfast upon it. Presently the dull light of dawn, which begins to filter through the woods and shadows, gives the water mysterious hues. Ah, now is the time for me! A glorious dawn has appeared in the East, sunrise is soon to come. At last a huge orange sun peeks up, pushing away the still lingering night. So it did yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before that! Wlitit care I if I do not land a single fish? Wh.1t more can I wish for than this? The bait again flies high into the air, the line streaks hopefully toward the heavens, only to sink back dismally into the water. As the sun climbs higher and higher, blazing its way upwards, the fish return to the cool depths to play among the water weeds. I myself pull for home, for I am rayenous by this time. I leave the beautiful lake until the evening sunset and twi- light come to call me out again. imc 11.-xxttr. 39 ll. .LI 2112 IIE 122 123 111 125 3:11 Z E 121 2125 if ia I I '11ifKZfKlIIZ2IkZIIZ1IiIfII2fl13IKSifIIIil1IT iS'h like tu 182 a Qltamp All my life I have longed to be a tramp. When in the spring the soft sighing breezes come stealing to me, when Mother Earth throws off her cold garment of snow, and little shoots of green appear on the trees, then I want to forsake all and follow the call of nature. I'd like to wander here and there with never a definite goal in sight: to see new trees and new birds, discover new streams, collect rocks, Indian beads, and strange plants. Ifd like to feel that for three months I could call myself my own. Such is my ambition. But alas! Wfhat would the family say? And my dear old uncle? He would be horrified. But for a day I can lose myself in the woods I love. My two sisters and I in our old clothes have started many times from our city home in Illinois back to the scenes of our childhood. We ride to the end of the street-car line, walk the mile of paved road, and turn up the old familiar winding road. The air in the early morning-have you ever no- ticed it? It has a cool tingling touch that fairly exhilaratcs us, causing us to skip and dance and break into joyous song. The birds in the trees seem to share our happiness, for they chirp loudly in an effort to outsing us. we leave the road and come to a patch of trees. Here for an hour we swing from a fragile grapevine over a precarious hill. From the grapevine we emerge to find a stream which we follow for miles. If we want to gain the opposite side, we form a bridge of stepping stones, the main purpose of which is to find out how cold the water is. And then we do an unheard of thing! We go in swimming! True, it is only April, and the water is cold, but we have done this innumerable times before. XVe donlt even pause to wonder what the family would think. It is an ordeal to go into the W.1IC1'. XVe usually dare each other to go in first, and then we make a mad rush to dive in together The hrst few minutes it is almost unbearably cold, but we gradually get used to the coolness and pro- ceed to enjoy ourselves. XVe feel a hungriness which cannot be hushed, so leaving the woods we walk down the road again until we come to a large rambling farmhouse. W'e offer to buy our dinner, but knowing the ways of these kind, hospitable people, we feel sure that our money is safe. If you could taste that delicious hot dinner, topped off with a huge slab of hot apple pie, you, too, would cultivate a taste for tramping. After dinner we again seek the company of the woods. XVe sit in the sand and dig up innumerable Indian beads, pretending they are buried treasure. XVe have sufiiciently rested and are ready for more excitement. Towering up from the side of the creek is a tall jagged hill, a clay-like hill devoid of any living thing. The height of our ambition is to scale this precarious hill. With a sharp stone we chop small dents in the hill, then slowly, laboriously, climb step by step to the top where we cling to a small, scraggly bush. I shudder to think of it now. Had we lost our balance, we would have been dashed on the rocks below to be seriously injured or per- haps killed. Having almost exhausted all possibilities of amusing ourselves for this day, we turn our steps homeward. XVe are very hungry, our steps lag, but our spirits soar high as ever. Do you wonder that the conductor looks askance at our muddy shoes, our soiled clothing, and our dirty faces? But we are supremely unconscious and sublimely happy. Have we not for a day gone where we wanted to go, done the things we planned to do, and brought home rare treasures? It will probably mean aches and pains the next day, but we shall suffer hero- ically in silence and enthusiastically propose another tramp when the family has become somewhat rec- onciled to the effects of this trip. vIRoiNl.x LITE cox. The Clffagle It was just a small home-made affair with a square prow as well as a square stern. NVe had had no plans to guide us in the delicate art of ship building, and consequently the bottom was not what it should have been. But it was our pride and was the l.1st word in boats on our creek. The crowning event in the lives of us young pirates was the launching of the Eagle-as we named our terror of the creek. It was an odd bulk- ish-looking thing that we tugged from one side of the main street to the other on our well-oiled wag- ons. Finally, we shoved it down the bank by the Main Street bridge to the waiting buccaneers below, who lowered it with great ceremony into the rush- ing waters of the creek. Then with tar we remedied the results of our unskilled carpentry. Wfith all hands on board we sailed majestically down to the first ripples. Here all were sternly ordered to take to the water and push. Many unlucky ports were raided on that first eventful trip up the creek, and many were the killed and wounded which our fancy left hanging by their hair on the surrounding trees. Meanwhile, our stately ship was not fairing so well. The nu- merous ripples and projecting boulders had at last left their mark on the invincible bottom of our Eagle, and a man was promptly assigned to bail. On hearing the whistles of the town factories blow, we put our boat into the harbor and partook of our home-made lunch. How good those sand- wiches, hard-boiled eggs, and overripe bananas tasted. For days our kites and marbles were left un- touched until on returning to our dock one day, after having had much rainy weather, we found our boat gone. The swollen waters had carried it down the stream. 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Technical, the June senior class of 1929 began its four-year voyage of high school education. At lirst the members spent much of their time in becoming acquainted with thc ways of the ship, and in learning from the officers on board how to site significant landmarks in the Bay of Learning. As their ability to discern these marvels increased, they caught glimpses of glorious islands of knowl- edge, whose rich treasure lured them ashore to make explorations. Wfith the boat othcials as their ever- helpful guides, they amassed great fortunes of last- ing treasure of which they can never be robbed. For diversion during the trip, some of the class members entered athletics, others entertained the voyagers with their music and drama, while all used spare time to cultivate friendships. V l However, no matter what their specialty, all the class members were taught practical methods of navigation-the qualities of courage, perseverance, and faith necessary to breast stormsg and the high ideals by which to pilot their ships on the great Sea of Life. Now the end of this pleasant and eventful jour- ney is approaching, the ship is already heading to- xvard the Port of Graduation. Upon reaching this port, the class will disembarlt, some to board college ships for another voyage in the Bay, others to leave immediately for the great Sea of Life. XVhatever their plans, the seniors linow that through experiences on this voyage they have been well prepared for the great journey. They are grate- ful to the crew for the guidance which has made this trip so successful, and they realize that the greatest way in which they can show their appre- ciation is by achieving those goals which the ideals of the S. S. Technical have inspired, .II 49 1111 Z ill 1111 3111 ill l l 2112 3111 ik 2111 2123 3 I 1 U iikikiliiklfliiliifkffliikiilif The Battle fSr'c'o1n1 Prize in Poefry Coufesfj The sun is conquered, The world cools. Thickly, darkness spreads over the land. Miles in the air Pieces of grim, grey clouds soundlessly rush To join in one Deadly black mass. It is silent-waiting- Menacing! Far in the distance An ominous murmur rises- Dies- All is quiet. It echoes again More insistent And breaks into rolling thunder! Like L1 slumbering giant Quietly the breeze stirs Pulling And then dies down- But not for long. It comes again, Strong! Tremendously the wind bellows. Steadily it advances. XVith a roar the gale crashes to battle! The rushing wind XVhips a mighty blow At the heart of the pitch-black monster. Fifty miles long in an instant A white-hot streak-of-lightning Sears the blackness And stabs at the wind! Screaming! the wind dodges And strikes back with .1 furious blast! The black clouds explode with a million pellets. stinging Tremendous bombs burst, booming! Boom! Boom! And .1 thousand echoes crash! Roaring! again and again! Boom! and again! Crash! NVhistling! and then shrieking and then screaming! A light! A crashing, ripping, booming, bloodless battle To the death! And on the earth far below In the darkness and the deluge is a puny man animal. He wonders. RALPH MONTGOMERY, ENG. VI. "There is a destiny that makes us brothers: None goes his way alone. All char we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own." Zlnsetts Elnbahe the Garhen "Hey, guide, is that a butternut over there?" "Aw, it's a buttercup, ya sap. Wobble along." With that, the Saxophone Band ambled on into the wild flower garden, where they had been pro- viding the musical entertainment for the teachers' garden party, May eighth. Being boys with boys' appetites they had been the refreshments and the being humans owning but playing with one eye on other on Mr. Barker, and for the music, neverthe- two eyes, they had none less, it sounded all right, which was all that was Mr. Barker and the boys necessary. No sooner had been invited to eat than the Bake Shop girls learned that something else could be done with dainty wafers besides making a pretty showing. Then came the trip through the garden. "Say, it says salt and pepper on this sign!" "That's wrong, that's trilliumf' a guide cor- rected. "But the sign says salt and pepper." "Yes, and it's crossed out, too, and then you can,t always believe in signs." The guides shooed the music lads back into the path. "I wanna see some Hungarian onionsf' one imp pleaded. "Hush," the guide remonstrated, "there's Mr. Stuart over there!" "Imagine my embarrassment,,' the youth mur- mured, and he slunk deep into the forest. "There are lafty species in bloom today," a guide spoke up in brisk tones, attempting to keep the tour businesslike. "XVhich one is this?" someone inquired in mock gravity, as he examined a piece of broken tile with an imaginary microscope. "Oh, Pritchard, lI1.1I11.1,S calling," another khaki- clad boy yahooed at a boy who was hiding behind a violet. "Let him go. Hope he runs into a bear!" As the Saxophone Band fluttered and tripped out of the garden, the baseball team, which had been practicing close by, suddenly became interested in botany. fThe gentle breeze probably had informed the boys that cakes were at the garden gate.j Although Bert Davis was interested in the nodding pcrsimmons, most of the boys liked the Blue-Eyed- Marys best. Q0ne of them said they looked more like Big Berthas.j As this final tornado blew out of the once peace- ful garden, Jack McLaughlin yelled, "Miller was there, and I also drank punch!" At this, I leaned against a Johnny-Jump-Up and laughed crazily. AURELIA DAVIS. "Count that day lost 'XVhose low descending sun Views from thy hand No worthy action donef, Svlefml. Se1efff'f1'- L::S::S:1J:11:3:U:i12:S21Sf1S:fU11- v T501 FF X 1? W 4? C3 C? C5 C5 J .Mg N 95 if C3 af 9? 5 W 5 C? 3 X Ci ZEIfIi3IlZIflf1KEIIkiKIIk1kZZf' 12 66 Q' .J The 1929 Baseball Squat: 'Pup lion: Viizivli John Mueller, Schmitt, NVilkins. B6l'll'ElI1I,1lIlfl Mzinziger Fred K2HI'lHHl1. Midallt- Row: I,-liwiiilmiii, Davis, Cullivan, Miller, Biird, Newman, and Loman. Bottom Row: Jordan. Vonner, Mc-Lziughlin, Horn. and I+'ileer. Baseball jliine d9pen Svernnh Strung fear Under the direction of Coach John Mueller the baseball team showed itself capable of completing another record-making season. Last year the Green and Wliite diamond nine passed through the entire season's schedule without a defeat, amassing 128 runs as compared to the 16 points gathered by its opponents. Only two of the 1928 contests were close, while four teams failed to score a single run. This season, at the time the CANNON went to press, the squad had won all games played, three of them being shut-outs. Teeh,s representatives had gathered 82 points, while its opponents had gained only nineteen counters. Tech captured the initial scrap at Broad Ripple by the substantial score of 28 to 4. In this fray the Muellermen were never hard pressed to maintain the upper hand. Greensburg, the next team on the schedule, was blanked 13 to 0. Tichenor, opposing hurler, was punctured for fourteen hits, while Cullivan al- lowed the visitors only five. Three errors on the part of Shelbyville enabled the Muellei-men to emerge victorious in the first close contest of the season, 4 to 3. Jordan and Culli- van, twirlers for Tech, allowed their opponents seven hits, Taylor, on the rubber for the visitors, permitted nine swats. Another victory for Tech soon followed at Southport. Eighteen blows were collected from Haugh, Xvayman, Thompson, and Benson, twirlers for the Red and White, Cullivan, Tech pitcher, held the out-of-towners to ten hits. Loman and Miller each poled a home run, while four errors by Southport helped to decide the 17-to-7 score. The Eastsiders then succeeded in wresting a 1-to-0 victory from the Butler freshman team after a hard, fast scrap staged on the Riverside diamond. This battle was the second tilt which Tech won by a one-run edge. A single, then a stolen base by Mc- Laughlin, and a timely single by Loman allowed Tech to make its only run. Mooresville, the next victim, bowed before the Green and XVhite, 13 to 3. Cullivan, on the firing line for Tech, gave but four hits to the visitors before Jordan relieved him on the mound. Law- rence's sacrifice hit gave Mooresville its lone run while Cullivan occupied the box, but Jordan of Tech was taxed for three hits and two markers during the remainder of the contest. Manual followed in the tracks of Butler when it was overcome, 6 to 0. Six errors attributed to the Southsiders aided Tech's score. Cullivan held Man- ual without a blow up to the last inning, when R. Kleppe squeezed out a lone swat. Greensburg, Shelbyville, Broad Ripple, Washiiig- ton, and Manual completed the unplayed schedule. The city tournament will be held on June fourth and seventh. Cullivan hurls the ball for Tech, Newman holds down the catching position, Davis, Loman, and and third bases, respec- stop, and Jordan, Horn, and left field. Miller play first, second, tively, McLaughlin, short and Conner, right, center, A 2122 112 if 2111 2112 I!! ik Ilfli 211 if III? 1111 11 ' l I 52 Iiliikilklifliiliiliifkgikli The 1929 Qlitatla Squat: Top Row: Coach l'. Myers, Reeves, Rothert, Manager Gorman. Behnier, H. Smith, and Coacli Behlmer. Middle Row: Holman, Russell, M. Hall, H. NVhite, VVilson, Freeman, Crawford. Lippincott, Parrish, and Martin. Bottom Row: L. Smith, Hittle, Mann, D. XVhite, and Sears. IZ 111 3113 2111 it IIE III'-,viii 111 123 ik I3 112 Trask Team Makes Quota BEIUIU Tech's fast track team like Rome was not built in a day. The successes that the boys have enjoyed this year are due to a great extent to their constant the rules of health. too cold, the Green be seen putting in last, when Old Man training and their living up to Early last fall, before it got and White tracksters were to workouts almost every day. At Winter had finally left Indianapolis, the boys started in again on their training. At the opening of this season the Myersmen were especially weak on field events. It was this deficiency that cost them defeat by Kokomo early in the sea- son. The boys on the field team were not to be beaten easily, and at the Muncie meet a week later they captured first place in the pole vault, first place in the high jump, and second place in the broad jump. D. White of Tech was able to go ten feet in the pole vault, and M. Hall leaped five feet eight inches for the "Big Green." Mann placed second in the broad jump. In the 100-yard and 220-yard dashes the Arsenal- ites had three strong men in Crawford, Lippincott, and Parrish. Holman starred in the mile run. In the 440-yard dash Sears was almost without a peer and Freeman was also a speedy runner. In the hurdles Mann and W. Reed starred. In addition to this the mile relay team of Tech, made up of Freeman, H. White, Holman, and Russell, was always a winner. Many new boys also showed good form. In the North Central Indiana High School Con- ference, the Tech thinlies nosed out a victory in a semi-marine affair by winning with 46 S-6 points. Kokomo, the runner-up, scored 46 1-2 points. Earlier in the season Tech lost a dual meet with Kokomo S3 to 43, and later it subdued the Munciemen S2 to 47. In their first meet of the season the Tech- men placed second in the indoor meet held at the Indiana University field house. Shortridge nosed out a victory in the sectional meet held at Tech Saturday, May eleventh. The Blue and XVhite Cinder burners got 26 points, while Tech, who placed runner-up, took 23 counts. Froebel, Gary, and excessive rain won the state high school final track meet held at Tech, Saturday, May eighteenth. Fuqua, the Brazil flash, copped fifteen points to place Brazil second. Tech counted fourteen points to make a close third. Note: XYilli:un Reed, high liurmller, is not shown in the pIl'llll"T. listening 3511 un the finals Oh crowded moments, as you swiftly pass, What bring you to our eager, listining ears? W'hat does that noisy, anxious human mass? Oh quick, announcer, for which team those cheers? The score! Alas! It rouses now our fears! Our hearts beat high-but we must silent be: We almost pray, and then incline to tears. No stalling lI0lL'.! Give Tech her chance, then see! She ties the score! We can't suppress our glee! What's that? What's that? Opponents score goes up. We're up! XVe're down! A foul! They throw it free. Now dims our vision of the silver cup. We lose! But with the tournament complete Our team goes down in GLORIOUS defeat! BIESSIIQ M. H. NVOOD. :::1:::tr1r:s:1J::3:z::s::s:::G::s:::r II 53 ikikikiliilillkilfliliiliiliifk 1' Qlibe cgirls' 1929 Basketball bquab Left to right: Maijiorifl Lawson, Ada Tiloemlmf, Louise Emu-n, Bernice Rufnf-r, Bernice Brown, Bertine llllI'liS, Ht-Iwn Miller. Al:i1'joi'ie 11I't'U1l, Alilrlri-11 Thixton. and Mui'usal1'et lCdwai't1s. iliiliglililiilligiliiliiliiilf II ilsehietn uf '28 -'29 Girls' Sports The truth will out, and the truth is that the Tech girls have enjoyed a most successful year of sports during which the basketball squad has won several victories over the State Deaf School girls, the Ben Davis girls, and the Wgtshingtoia Conti- nentals. Double wins were scored over the latter two teams. Two contests were dropped: one to the Shortridge girls, and one to the Deaf School girls. Helen Miller, Margaret Edwards, and Marjorie Green are the only girls lost to the squad by grad- uation. Louise Eppen and Bernice Brown, three- year veterans, with Mildred Thixton and Ada Bloemhof, second-year veterans, and Bernice Ruf- ner, Bertine Burks, and Marjorie Lawson, yearlings, will form the nucleus of next year's team. Four Tech teams will be kept playing throughout next season, all competing under girls' rules as provided for by the Athletic Association. A series of volley ball and baseball games was played with the W'ashington and Shortridge girls in which success was eminent for the Green and XVhite sportettes. The second annual Field Day was held May twenty-fourth, in which the girls displayed their efhciency in physical contests. Awards were given the first three high scorers. P" i 1 ictuits of tie basketball celebration appearing on page hfty-six are reproduced in this magazine through the courtesy of the Indianapolis News and the Indianapolis Star. with the iR.Q9.Z!1Z.ClE. Eight years ago the Arsenal Guards, a Tech mil- itary organization, gave way to the Reserve Officers, Training Corps, an organization which had just come into existence after the adoption of the Na- tional Defense Act of june 4, 1920. In the spring of 1922, the first annual government inspection was held. The Arsenal Technical Schools unit of the R .O. T. C. won for Tech the red star of honor in the Fifth Corps Area. This area covers four states: Indiana, Ohio, Kentucky, and West Virginia. In 1922, schools in eight other corps areas were undergoing their Hrst inspections, and honor schools were being selected in each. Since that first inspec- tion in ,22, six times have schools from these nine corps areas been named honor schools. In these units different schools have won the red star of honor, but only two schools in the United States have won that star for seven consecutive years. Tech is one of the outstanding two. Tech has survived the in- spections of 1922, 1923, 1924, 1925, 1926, 1927, and 1928. This unit with a national reputation has five hundred cadets working as one man under the leadership of Major I-Ienry F. Schroeder, U. S. A. Retired, and Sergeant Chester A. Pruett, U. S. A. To date, the results of the 1929 government in- spection, held April twenty-sixth, have not been announced, but Tech students are hoping that for the eighth consecutive time their R. O. T. C. unit will be given the red star. This year the unit is commanded by Cadet Col- onel Joseph Quigley. The Held officers are: Cadet Colonel Quigley, Cadet Lieutenant-Colonel Maurice Horton, Cadet Major Allison Koelling, and Cadet Major Eston Stearns. iiliikiiliiliiiiili 3312533131122 . 5541 il, W:.:1:1:1r:s::s:1r::r11:::J: QQ SKETBALLI g, C N C? C3 4? x 'ELEBDATION MARCH 16, Q0 1' 'vvnxvmhr fr 'F -1 5: ::f1 '12',Zf26':::::f" 1 " H fb ' Q. ful 'K' A ' I 19' YL Q ' .5 4 fi? A ,ev Li N 4 gx .. ' fv A I : . , I ' .- .- -4 j .I V , ,ff nh 1 fx- n . dv ' a 1, 1 E +++++++ + ++ ++ "'+"'+ff,+"'++ ++++++++ +"'+ +"'+"'+"' 4+ + +"'+ + + + + + +++'+++ + 4' +"'+ + 3 + + 4' + in +31 "' "'+ + + +"'+"'+"'+"+"+"'+"+ N ++++ +++++++++4, W M E C? C5 C3 9? ii ,W .LIKE-Zilii'-Q1'IE 115 with the Gulf Players Golf, which has been the paramount individual sport craving for many many years, has made its way into nearly every nook and corner of the civ- ilized world today. It has gradually, in the last few years, worked itself into high school athletic com- petition: and Tech, not to be one whit behind, fell right in line and worked up a golf foursome. Two years ago the Green and White team placed fourth in the conference matches. Last year the place was raised to third, and this year we hope to see our boys finish in first or second place. Priming themselves by hard competition for next fall's conference tournament to be held at Frank- fort, Indiana, the Techmen entered into a schedule of seven matches, two each with Manual, Short- ridge, and Vfashington, and one with Shelbyville. When this magazine went to press, two 8 FQ-to-3 M victories had been scored, one over Washington and the other against Shortridge. Both of these matches were played at the Coflin golf course The Park Board has encouraged the high school golfers in Indianapolis by giving each school two days each week for free practice sessions on the course nearest to the school and permitting them to play matches free also. Tech's home course is Pleasant Run, Manual's is Sarah Shank, Washing- ton's is Riverside, and, as mentioned before, Short- ridge's is Coffin. Pleasant Run's tricky fairways and water traps sifted out all except the select varsity material and its two alternates from a start- ing field of twenty-five or thirty youthful aspirants a little over a month ago when team tryouts were held. Lyle Wisenberg, Jimmy Munro, Cecil Bold- ing, and Ward Engle secured team positions by showing their wares in classy fashion during the medal play, while Bobby Munro and Kermit Burn- nell grabbed off the alternate's places. Coach Campbell, who is in charge of golf, pre- dicts a good season ahead and displays great enthu- siasm for this sport which gives the individual per- son a chance for athletic competition and also for fine training. .-1.1 QBII the Tennis Qlluutts Now as we hover over our beloved Alma Mater, the searchlight of the airplane turns upon the tennis courts of old Tech. The faint strains of "I Fa' Down and Go Boom," the adopted anthem of the Lawn Tennis association, floats to our ears. Perhaps a duet by Emmett Lowery and Jack Yule, "It Ain't Gonna Rain No Mo'," ascends on the afternoon air. "XVhat a pity," we sigh, as Emmett explains the whole story. "You see, we have only gotten to play one real set of matches and we lost that to Shortridge. just seems that the weathermanls against us. We were scheduled to play in the North Central Conference meet, but it rained before we finished the matches. The play was called for May eighteenth, the day of the State track meet. "Came the dawn. A slow drizzle began at nine o'clock and by noon the courts were a sea of mud and water. "That's about all we have done, but we hope for better weather." jfielh jfullies Wuxteyl Wuxtey! Big golf murder! Tech's club swingers most completely murdered the Shortriclge golf team and buried the bodies on the Coffin Course. Manual had a baseball nine They claimed it was a wow. Reports said they were playing fine- "They know their stuff-and Howln But then appeared a team That walked on Manual's neck. Guess who?-There is no need, It's the baseball team from Tech. We wonder if the members of the golf team are all going to be tired business men when they grow up. Someone remarked that they must be celebrating St. Patrick's Day when Tech paraded, the Monday after the state basketball tourney. Herbert Sears-Immortal? Spring basketball practice showed that Tech's next season's team will be no slouch. It shouldn't be long till Tech has a motor speedway-? Brazil should soon realize that its track team should be named Fuqua. Wonder if Coach Chenoweth thought the H20 lived up to its reputation during the track season. Heard at the basketball sectionals: Paper, paper everywhere, and not one bought to read. Maybe the officials considered renting canoes at the state track meet. Which is it now-Wooley of Wiley or Wiley of Wooley? At the State Meet Qtrackj The lightning's red glare With clouds bursting in air Gave proof through the mist That the track was still there. Wild and woolly XVooley from Wiley ran wild in the wet, woolly state final mile run. We wouldn't object to being soaked at track meets if they'd only turn on the hot water once in a while. Birdies, Eagles, etc.,-Zoo, or Golf? Making the third out with the bases loaded makes a fellow feel quite cheap. Wooley of XViley wins the mile run in the state college track championship. Rain, snow, hail, ice, cold, sunshine, heat, or vuhat have you. Tech sports are rapidly progressing. Coach Tim Campbell doesn't want credit for what his boys do. But we all know what a fine fellow he is, and everyone surely appreciates with all his heart what he has done for Tech this year. And certainly no one forgets the rest of our Hne coaches: John Mueller, H. E. Chenoweth, Reu- ben Behlmer, Houston Meyers, Paul Myers, Fred Gorman, athletic manager, Warren Cleveland, and R. V. Copple. JZ likifkikisfilf Illillliiligiliili . L S 6 I ik Ik ik :Ik Ik ik :GI S 3 ik :Ik ik lf. Q .....,., O S + O A4,,- . .. O' 7 -,1- i of O of O, 0 oi n. .V .I.. A.,. YQ. V 'LM g I ff.. ff f G fe V bo fx I A :L L 'I - " M' Ge -l: f if 2 e F, BF B , xr -I ik ik ik ik ik ik ik ik E ik ik ik The Monte Rest Like everything else, the movies, I guess, Must all have their own particular pest. There's the type that comes late and who steps on your toes: Who loses his hat and much search all the rows. There's the mother who comes with her childish offspring, XVho must hear all the titles, and be read everything. There's the fan with the star for the man of her dreams, And she sighs every time he appears, so it seems. But the pest I most heartily admit I abhor, Is the one who while sleeping must constantly snore. LIONEL WIGGAIw'I. Mother's feet are long and thing The toes on sister's feet turn in. My brother's feet are wide and fat, But my feet-please don't mention that. GRACE HARNETT. Adl.'C'7'ffKl'IlIl'lIfiDl'l',iS 1111 on Liberal Crerfif. Yeh, but better go out for track, if you expect to keep dressed up when the collectors come around. It was in the journalism class the fifth period that the following story came up. "Where would a reporter go to look up marriage licenses?" asked the teacher. "To the City Hall," promptly responded Bob Ruske. "Would he go to the City Hall or to the Court House?', queried the teacher. "I really don't knowf, replied Bobg "I never have gotten one." Brilliant student: What does the word antidestab- lishmentarianism mean? More brilliant student: Not knowing, I can not say: and having a strict regard for veracity, I hes- itate to commit myself lest I make a fabulous asser- tion, thereby incriminating some just person. Mr. Minnick: How do you understand it, Elbert? Elbert Marlow: I don't. Q Tale uf Zlltnn Qliities CWIIIJ apologies I0 Dirkvusj In days of old when Cuba and Iilorida were still Spanish possessions, two cities received their names. A Spanish adventurer went to the native king and asked to marry one of his daughters. The king consented and asked which of his daughters he desired. "I'll Havana," replied the Spaniard. The beautiful Anna was brought into the pres-5 ence of the Spaniard. He was overwhelmed with her beauty and ex- claimed, "Anna, you are beautiful Anna blushed and answered, "O, Mi-am-i?" Believe it or not, but Miami and Havana received their respective names in this manner. 'sn First little boy, spying some elephants: Oh, look at the elephants with the horns on them! Second little boy, scornfully: Those aren't horns: they're tucks. "XVav down East" it was "Lilac Time" alon ' the . Ss ' XVeafY River." W'h1le there we went to the "Air Circus" where we saw "Abie's Irish Rose" and her "Four Sonsn who attend "Annapolis" and "West Point." XVe flnall left our "Hearts in Dixiew and y - . came back to the "Crimson Cityn on the "Show- boat" which is "Nothing but the Truth." Girth Qlialkies The Student Prince . , , , The Fair Co-ed . , The Terror . The Actress , , My Best Girl . , Speedy . . , Gentleman of the Press ,. . Partners in Crime Bob Graham The Campus Flirt ..., The Duke Steps Out . Red Hair , , , 'I he Barker . , , Max Mansfield . Edna Bennett Micky Thurgood Lou Shipman . Christie Rudolph , Newky Gueutal Ellsworth Maxwell and John Thurgood Dot Cutshaw Dick Caine Jim Helms Hugh Iirancisco The Collegians Emmett Lowery and Bill Conner A NVoman of Affairs . Mother Knows Best The High Hat , Take My Advice Varsity -lean Mackay Nvayne Murphy Dick Bireley James Graham .. The block men .liiikikikikikkllkiklikifliiikila E571 ik 3 E E ISIS Z Hits. 3Iam's Beauty Svbnppe Good afternoon, dearie, how are you today? You had an appointment for a shampoo and a marcel with a round curl, didn't you? Good lands, so many things have happened since you were here the last time. You remember Mrs. Stout? Well, she came in here the other day, right in the middle of my busy hour, and practically demanded that I give her a permanent right away. She was giving a formal ball for her niece that evening and must have it done "right awayn: you know how she talks, real fast. I suppose you heard about the ball? I guess it was quite a ritzy affair, the flower of the town was there. No, I didn,t go: I guess my invitation was lost in the mail. I just couldn't account for it in any other way. Do you part this on the side or in the middle? So many of the girls are getting a personality bob, now, do you think you would like one? No? Well, I think the way the hair styles are going that every one will get them because they are so short and comfortable. They say they are good bait for the boy friends. Instead of setting your cap, you set your hair now. Well, anyway, I told Mrs. Stout that I couldn't take her right then, and she turned red as a beet! "The idea," she said, "of your trying to run a first- elass beauty shop and can't even give me a perma- nent." Then just like she was the queen of France or something she said that she could make my trade fall off. So then I told her that I guessed the trade would fall off when she left, all right. That got her because she is awful fat. She swished out of the shop and I hoped she was gone for good when about a half hour later the telephone bell rang and it was her. I acted very cool, and guess what she said. She said, "Gan you take me at three o'clock?', You could have knocked me flat right then because I was just floored, but I answered real sweet, "Oh, yes, Mrs. Stout, that will be just lovely." She had to back down! Wfhat did you say? Oh, I am burning you? Well, I am sorry. These curls look just too darling on you. You look like Clara Bow. My husband says that I look just like Greta Garbo, silly boy. But honestly, I have a secret love for john Gilbert. Oh, how I adore that man! I could spend hours gazing at his profile if I had time. She did? W'ell, didn't I tell you that would be the way of that romance? On the rocks already, isn't that too bad? What could she expect when she married her mother's milkman? Foolish child! Now, when I married, I married a coal heaver. Yes, he has a fine job with the same people he always worked for. You know, I think a coal heaver is so respectable, don't you? XVell, honey, I am just about through. Do you want bangs? You have that sweet appeal that goes just too cute with bangs. You'll take them? You know the amount of men to whom I give marcels and permanents is astounding. Why, last week I gave four realistic permanents and almost as many marcels to men as I did to the girls. Men are so full of vanity. They have to copy everything the women do. Say, that is a pretty suspender skirt and I ililiklikik cute sweater you have on. I think those little blouses with the high collars and bow ties look so cute on the girls. All through now, girlie. Well, bye byeg come back next week and we will talk it over. FRIID DARNELL. Ethelata Gray, reciting Wordsworth's "The Daf- fodilsn: For, oft when on my couch I lie, in vacant or expensive mood-. Owen Moore: I can't understand why you can go as fast as you want to on the highways at night, but in the daytime you are always arrested. Carl Kespohl: The cops go to bed at night. Kempster Ruggles, after singing "Honey": What,s the matter, Lucille? Lucille Stanley: Oh, you gave me the hiccups. The dogs on our campus are evidently politicians. From the way they lie about on the campus they show that they "Do not choose to run." 352 flllareful, Banners! In a public speaking class recently, Bernard Ray, in making a speech on war, said, "More people are killed in war than in dancing and other such en- tertainmentsf' Ray Miller: Why do you have your socks on wrong side out, Francis? Francis Hensley: My feet got hot, so I turned the hose on them. Joe: Wfhat about you is outstanding? Bill: My hair. Mr. Wilson, speaking of Louis XVI of France to his fourth hour history class: Louis XVI was even less capable than his English co-ruler, James II. You know, the people of England saved James' neck for only two reasons: one of these was that their erst- while king flew the coop while England slept. Bernice Brosman: I surely don't like my pictures. Margaret Swern: Why donit you? Bernice Brosman: NVell, they look jus! like me. Frosh, nudging boy at next desk: Hey, what's this word? Senior: Jugoslavia. Frosh: I wonlt go slavia. Lothair Springer, pointing to swaggering campus Romeo: XVho's that? Edward Price: Just another campus joke. Thomas Gilpin: Hey, Bert, what are you eating? Bert Davis, displaying a pound box of raisins: Raisins. I heard they've got iron in them, so I'm trying to get my suit pressed. visitors: Now, children, I give a false impression, but please be nice when they come. Mother, expecting don't like for you to 112 S IIIZ ik III? 21153 113 IIIZ E ik S I . L S 8 Y ik ISK 3 iii il? 112,12 III? Eli IIII 11? 3 ll Zi'm the Qlampus Sheik My hat's a campus crusher red, My sweater's brilliant green, My necktie is the loudest one This high school's ever seen. My trousers are the latest cut, I wear suspenders, too. My whole attire is up-to-date- You can't say flmfs not true. I go to parties frequently. I'm popular, you see. For studying I have no time, I don't come home till three. I'm always getting "Ds, at school However, I don't squeak. Such things as that don't worry me, 'Cause l'm the campus sheik. L. D. CANCER. s Qlgehra Qntits I watched that young man with a feeling of amusement and sympathy in my soul, for he was struggling with an algebra problem during his lunch period. Now, in my estimation, a lunch period is no time to get algebra-I have a strong suspicion that the boy had let pleasure interfere with business. His chair was tipped at a precarious angle, and his fountain pen was suspended danger- ously near a dish of strawberry ice cream. A sheet of theme paper reposing before him bore witness to the fact that he had experienced several "inspira- tions," but apparently none had worked, I-Ie stared hopefully around the lunch room and, spying a sprightly young man who evidently had a reputa- tion for brilliancy, hailed him loudly. "I-Iey, Bill, c'm'ere.,' "S,matter?" "See if you can get this one." Bill took the battered algebra book and, chewing his pencil viciously, studied the problem with an air of serious concentration. "Well," he said shortly, "look here." The young man looked but was not convinced. Meanwhile Bill saw something on the opposite side of the room which demanded his immediate attention. "Sorry, but I've got an important engagement," he said. Before the boy could protest, his companion was gone. Five minutes passed-the ice cream was dissolved into pink soup. The young manls face was unartistically dec- orated with inkg he was hot and discouraged, very, very discouraged. I-Ie made two more futile at- tempts toward solving the obnoxious problem. Then, heaving a sigh-no, rather a snort-of dis- gust, he grabbed his algebra book and paper, sprint- ed to the candy counter, and bought a bag of pea- nuts which he disposed of with gusto. Each salty nut was a drop of cooling balm to his tortured soul. IQATHERINE ROSS, LNG. IIG. 3l'm the Qllampus Sheba Oh! I'm the campus sheba! I wear a green beret, I don a classy trench-coat On every rainy day. I strut across the campus in bright green ankle-socks, And wear my high-heel slippers In spite of all the knocks. I vie with all my classmates To get the lowest grade, For math won't help a sheba Wfhen a social failure's made. Oh! lim a finished product In a course in campustry And I'm a perfect model As a sheba ought to be. NIARJORY XVATKIN9. Mr. Park: Did you ever hear of the Scotchman who saved all his toys for his second childhood? jack McLaughlin: I-Ia! I-Ia! I-Ia! Haaaaa- Mr. Park: That's what Jack's doing. Laura XVilliams: I've just discovered why so many people become engaged in the spring. Dot Cutshaw: Really? Laura: Haven't you heard of the baseball dia- monds? Ed: Say, Earl, do you know how to make a slow horse fast? Earl: No, how? Ed: Don't feed him. Margaret Mattingly: memory work at Tech. Betty Burkle: W'hat do you mean? Margaret: Well, they learn "Crossing Eleanor Cleveland: How did you ever hole in that board? Dorothy Baldridge: I didnlt bore the father did it. Eleanor: You say your father holed for you? Mr. Dillard, to Senior Orchestra: Now, when I bring my hand down like this, I to cut it off. Even the trackmen learn the Bar." bore that hole. My the bore orchestra, YV .Int you iBtattiting what 19011 Breach! Did you ever stop to think XVhat all those queer marks mean? Those scratches, scrawls in bright red ink, In the margins of your themes? They're corrections, it is said, Perhaps suggestions, too, Those funny little marks in red, That tell you what to do! One day, I asked my teacher 'bout A scrawl I couldn't read, Imagine her embarrassment- It said, "XY'rite legiblylw 9 S2111 ITIS ill iiiilililliiifliiiil l5l ISK S ik IIE ik ZIII llahies jfitst? XVon't someone publish a book for the strug- gling young gentleman who wishes to know when a lady should precede a gentleman? The subject is extremely embarrassing. Some stand-pat notionists declare th.1t the gen- tleman should always allow the lady to precede him. Maybe they are right. Let us take the well-groomed gentleman from the page of some advertisement and suggest to him that he take the lady of the opposite page to the theatre. Ready? Letfs go. The gentleman calls on the lady to take her to the the.1tre. Of course, the gentleman will open the door of the taxi and allow the lady to enter. But when they reach their destination, does he de- part from the car first? Of course not. "Ladies firstf, The gentleman purchases the necessary tickets and moves toward the door. As the doorman is ab- sent, the gentleman hesitates. Since the door is made to swing inward, should he open the door and follow it through? No, indeed! "Ladies first." But if he pushes the door open and then steps back, the door might close on milady. Try another! If, push- ing the door open, he attempts to hold it thus from the outside, by placing his arm against it, he will surely lose his dignity. The lady grows impatient and moves toward the doorg so the gentleman, opening the door, follows it through. A breach of etiquette, indeed! "Ladies first." When, later in the evening, the couple reaches the lady,s home, the gentleman opens the door to allow the lady to pass into the room. The lady, somewhat frightened by the dark, hesitates. Should the gen- tleman precede the lady into the hall to make sure that there are no lurking dangers? Of course not. "Ladies first." But his sense of chivalry commands that he enter Hrst-another breach. They hear a noise in the basement. Should the gentleman descend into the basement to determine the source of the noise? I think not. "Ladies first." After deciding that it is only the cat, the gentle- man makes his departure to buy some soda, head- ache powders, and aspirins at the nearest drugstore. I think that the success of the evening depends somewhat on the gentleman's reasoning powers. XVell, we know it's a funny world, and it's "Ladies first," but when? ROBERT REENEY. In Mr. NVinger's first hour English class one boy did not understand the guillotine. "What is it," he asked, "a disease those people died of?" "XVell,', replied Mr. XVinger with a grin, "it's a throat trouble." Then he explained. Lucille Ramsey, to Sally Kendle who is powder- ing her nose: NVhat are you going to do when you grow up? Sally: Me? Oh! I'm going to work in the make- up room of .1 newspaper. 2121 IIIS E 112 S ik Qliannun igatnls From now on that old alarm clock can put in any number of long distance calls, and this lil' operator won't even say boo! A seventeen-year-old youth in Pennsylvania was sentenced twenty-Hve days for fishing on Sunday. But the worst of it was, he hadn't even got a bite! Business Opportunities-Confectionery for sale. Handling a side-line of patent medicine. Wow! What an advertisement! If their food doesn't agree with you, the pills are handy. Sign on used cars-Twenty-five dollars down and up! The Ups are, well-just upg but the Downs are --just terrible! The day's biggest joke: Painless extraction. fAnd I've just come from the dentist's.j W'onder what the elite young society mat1'on would think if she knew that the society page of the newspaper on which her picture appeared graced the shelf of someone's pantry. They say that character can be judged by a per- son's writing. If you fear some previously unknown trait will be revealed, you merely have to say, "Typewriter, do your stuff," and all will be well. DEAR CANNON BAwLs: Here are some helpful, although old, old stories on t'Why haven't you your lesson, today?" "Oh, yes, my grandmother died . . . why, I had an appointment with the dentist . . . don't you know, they took me home ill from school yester- day . . . I simply can't imagine where it disappeared to . . . our house burned last night . . . it must be here." But what I've found really effective is to tell the teacher truthfully that "I just went to the show last night instead of studying." It usually takes the teacher so long to revive from the shock of honesty that the bell rings before any more can be said. ALIBI PETE. Three more days until vacation, Then we leave this old plantation, No more 'taters, no more fun, No more eating on the run. jllilemntp A thread of light piercing the black Reveals, perhaps, a tear-a laugh! Something sad-something glad, Some precious moment we have had, Something that had been well done. Some well-earned honor we had won. Some dark period of our life, A time of sorrow, trouble, strife. Sometimes close-then far away More is added every day. Memory-just a fading call, A flash of light-that is all. if ...IZ E 112 E 112 2125 111 ISIS 111 111 IIE ZIII 2121 1. I I 60 Z III? ill iii iii 112,231 ik ik 1111 IIE S If' Zllflllben Bu we Qfiat? Although I consider myself a man of sorts-all sorts--yet I do like to eat. The brown crispiness of fried chicken-perfect! Or perhaps 21 lean chop, or hot rolls and coffee would go well. We all have our joy and habits, and although eating is a joy to me, it is vastly more than a habit. I hold eating as an art in which almost everyone is slightly interested. My first thought when I awaken in the morning is, "XVhen and what for breakfast?"g then try as I may, I am unable to rid my mind of this question until I am cooly told by the honorable mater to wait and be surprised. Nothing distresses me more than to have to wait for a meal. I become impatient, enraged, disgusted, nonchalant by turns, until I am sure that I shall go mad from restraint and anticipation. I stalk around the house, wearing either a crestfallen look or a dogged air of determination. Nothing makes me more hungry than a sea pic- ture at a theatre. Perhaps it is the cool, refreshing air that blows over the sea, or the lapping, bluish, clear fresh-water that is so invigorating and that so arouses my appetite. Or perhaps a small sail far in the distance with such an emptiness between here and there causes me to associate the void with my stomach. I am endowed with an unc.mny sense of "smell and communication." My nose smells some appetiz- ing aroma, immediately it communicates the fact to my stomachg then I must eat. To stroll by a cafe or restaurant is in itself a torture quite horri- ble, but when pleasant odors float therefrom-I I am not a glutton. I do not gloat over meals, neither do I endeavor to overeat. I firmly believe that there is nothing more sickening than a gour- mand. I am merely a person who loves to eat and enjoys eating as eating really is! Ronritr lil iN1v. Mr. I-ahr, in Zoology II: Wfhat are some other parts of the skeleton besides the teeth and hair? James I-Ielms: The eyebrows. Mrs. Glascock's Spanish Il class was laboring on the lesson, well known as "Theater or Merry-go- round?" Edwin Wfeisman was translating lution in Spanish means "uncle," and "vivo" means Ulivelynj. Edwin came to a sentence in which "tio vivo" tmeaning merry-go-roundb was used. "W'here do you wish to gof, he translated, "to the theater or to the lively uncle?,' what iif 392 Glildereift? Being Scotch, Jim Munro tells this joke on the English: Wfhile motoring in England, an American and his English friend saw a sign which read: 12 MILES T0 LANCASTER QNotice: If you cannot read, ask the smithy bev- low the hill.j The American laughed, but his friend mused deeply, After riding a few miles the Englishman started to laugh and exclaimed, "XVhat if the bloomin' smithy wasn't at 'ome?" Miss Moore, in American History I: XVhat three guarantees does the Constitution make to the states? Voice in the front of thc room: They are: a guar- antee for republic government, for protection from foreign inxasion, and for-protection from ah-oh --a-domestic scramble. Girl at Tech-Muncie track meet: Oh! Is this the relay? Second Ditto: No, it's the delay! Teacher: Had XVilliam Penn a brother? Student, waking from a brief nap: Yes, Iioun- tain Penn. CONCLUSION And now the term is over, Our tasks have all been Another semester ended- done, Iiull of strife and fun. The basketball tournament, A high light of the year, All the school activities That make the school so dear. And then the senior play- Crichton, we all soon knew. All sorts of good advertisements, Telegrams, monocles, too. Baseball, track, and tennis, Dashes, strokes, home-runs. XVho can ever deny, That we have had some fun? 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