Arsenal Technical High School - Arsenal Cannon Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)
- Class of 1933
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Cover Design by Earl Freeman
The Show ls On-By Mary Elizabeth Woods ,7,,V,w,
Timothy Saves the Day-By Katherine Herbers ,a,,
Old Faithful-By Virginia Volz .,,,,4V,V,,,,,,Aeeww--------V
T0 Whom It May Concern ,,,,,,,,,.,,,,Aw,,,,,,,,.VV,.,
Hills, I would Remember-By Kathrine Ross ,,,,,.,
Triolet-By Eve Stanton ,,,,,VY77,.,,4VVV,-,---,VVV----V-,
Envy-By Robert Resiner ,,,,rrrr.-,,,7w,,,, rr.,..
King Winter-By Edith Edmonds ,V7V,,,,,,,,r,----
Her Tech Journey-By Frances McCallian ,wVV,,,,
ln the Heart of a Boy-By Barbara Dyar ,,,,,,77,,
Tuning In On Tomorrow .,,,ii,,,,,,,s,,-,,,,,r,,,,,,,,,,,
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Arsenal Cannon Staff ,,,,,,sssv,r,,,Y,,,,,,, ,,,,Y,,,,..,V7VVVV, s,,,
Girls Are Like That---By Betty Stilz Yww,,.,,,VVVV,,-..,,,VVVV7,v,-
A Crowded Street Car--By Wilma C. McCallian ,,,,,,,,r
Keeping House-By Harold Calbert VVY,,,,,.AVV,V,w,,----,A
My Books-By Grace Fairchild ,.,VVVVVVVw,,,
Campus Activities-Photographs ...,,,.,
Among Tech's Politicians ,,,ss,ss,,,,,,,,,,,7w,,,,.,AVV7 ,
Bivins House Mystery-By Richard Weis ,,,,w.,.c.
Childhood Memories-By Lois Stevens ,c,c,,,
Jingles-About Seniors ,i,,,,,,,,,,,,.,,,,,,,,,..,
The Torch-Bearers-Senior Class Play .,..i,,r,
Love Affair-By Katherine Herbers ,,,,i,,,,s,V,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
One and Only One-By Helen Marie Clements ,,,,,,,,..
The Snow-By M. Louise Milbourn ,,,,,,,,.,,,7,,,,w,,,,,,,,
April-By Betty Schellschmidt ,,,,,,,,,AVVVV
A' Good Book--By Marcella Wire ,,,,,..,.
Hour Glass Gleanings-A Diary ,.,,,,,,,.
Department Advertisements .,,,,,s,,
Squibs and Crackers-Humor ,,r,,s,,,,
Snappy Reflections-Photographs ,....,.........
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Entered as Second Class Matter December 6, 1921, at the Post Office at I d polis.
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MARY ELIZABETH WOODS
A MAN once saw a la and he said "I shall never
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forget it." But he did. Later the man acted
in a play, and again he said, "I shall never
forget thisf' And he never did. Every line,
every thought, every character, every bit of
laughter, and every change of setting he re-
membered, and, in remembering, reveled. It
is not that which we View from afar that lives
to linger in our memories, but that of which
we are a part.
We are now all a part of a great play, a vi-
brant and powerful play not to be forgotten,
our high school years at Tech. And as a part
of this performance we know the greatness of
its power. We value every lesson born of hon-
est work and every standard set high. And
being active in this power we shall always re-
member its significance.
Moreover, like the man, we shall not forget
the characters, the settings, and the bits of fun,
because, like him, we are a part of these.
Friendly little details and incidents always cap-
ture memory's choicest corners. Who of us
will ever forget the famous landmarks of
Techs campus made vivid by the powers of
friendships as they form the setting for our
play! What true Tech heart will ever fail to
love the grand old Arsenal tower and the
fountain, scenes of precious comradeship, or
the lunchroom, a stage for our fun and com-
edy! Which one of us will not treasure friend-
ships gleaned from such a stage-friendships
developed in tragedy and friendships reaped
from a happy hour, all set to the value of flaw-
Soon the curtain will fall for over nine hun-
dred of us. But it will rise again and then-
i'On with the shown! There will follow more
for memory's store-house, and always it will
link hands with this, our play of today. No,
we shall not forget this play, for it is ours.
MARY ELIZABETH WOODS.
As the ARSENAL CANNON strives to be
wholly representative of Tech, so we have se-
lected, by contest, literature typical of student
achievement. The three contests-short story,
essay, and poetry-granted three places for
each division: first, second, and third places
to the English I through IV division, and first,
second, and third places to the English V
through VIII division.
We extend our appreciation to the following
teachers who served as judges for the contest:
short story-Miss Margaret Remy, Miss Olive
Brown, and Miss Olive Traylor, essays-Miss
Grace Bryan, Miss Narcie Pollitt, and Miss
Clarissa Morrow, and poetry-Miss Ruth
Bozell and Mr. Bjorn Winger.
Prize-winners are as follows:
Short story, uppewlaffmefz-Katherine Her-
bers, first place, Barbara Dyar, second place,
and Herbert Hunt, third place, zznderrlammen
-Virginia Volz, first place, Myla Udell, sec-
ond place, and Richard Weis, third place.
Essays, zzppercfafrfnefz -Betty Stilz, first
place, Grace Fairchild, second place, and Lois
Stevens, third place, underclammen-Harold
Calbert, first place, Wilma McCallian, second
and third places.
Poetry, upperclafmzen-Kathrine Ross, first
place, Eve Stanton, second place, and Kather-
ine Herbers, third place, zmde1'claJrmen-Rob-
ert Resiner, first place, Edith Edmonds, second
place, and Mary Louise Milbourn, third place,
honorable mention in poetry-Marcella Wires,
Katherine Herbers, and Helen Marie Clements.
Here, also, we acknowledge the writing of
the following articles by English classes: The
last will and testament, written by Mrs. Jeanne
Bose's VIIc class, the prophecy, by Mrs. Eva
Lycan's VIIc class, the senior jingles, by Miss
jane Strain's VIIc class, senior advertisements,
by Mr. D, C. Park's Advertising II class.
By KATHERINE HERBERS
in a crotch of the tall maple, Timothy scanned
the surrounding country with a proprietary air.
He blinked his eyes in pleasure as he noticed the
long, smooth stretch of green grass against
which the trees in their outrageous autumn garb
of red and yellow made a flagrant contrast.
In front of him was the house, an immense
and noble structure in brick with stone trim-
mings and numberless French windows, dear
to Timothy's heart. He, as countless others of
his tribe, could not resist a comfortable window
in which he might doze in the warm, benevo-
lent eye of the sun, and dream, in the im-
mutable manner of felines, of plump, white
mice which crunched ever so delightfully be-
tween the stiletto-sharpness of pointed teeth,
of rich, thick cream which flowed ever so slow-
ly down the long, warm pinkness of a throat,
or of that pungent prize of Catdom, catnip.
Timothy's musings were rudely punctured as
from behind him came the sound of gravel
crunching under the weight of large, firm feet.
Now, though cats are not supposed to reason,
Timothy knew very well that this particular
hour of the afternoon was tea-time when all
the family, guests, and servants would be busy
inside the house. So, with a wicked gleam in
his large, green eyes, he rose, balanced him-
self upon the narrow branch, arched his back,
and hoisted his tail to a vertical position.
"Helpl Help!" A cry of anguish was
forced from a tall, debonair young man. He
lost his balance and toppled to the ground as
a twenty-five-pound sandbag armed with dia-
bolical steel claws smote him upon his unpro-
tected head, The Honorable Timothy had
"I-Ielp! Aunt Anne! Celeste! Help!" He
raised both hands to his head. A yielding soft-
ness met his touch.
"O-o-0-w!" Whatexfer it was, he thought
wildly, it could scratch! There was a tiny
trickle of blood in his eye.
"Carstairs! Celeste! Help!" At that in-
stant the front door burst open and a crowd of
rescuers surged forth.
"Oh, Aunt Anne! Itls that wretched Tim-
othyf' shrieked an indignant feminine voice.
"Seat, you brute!'l
The Latest Fashion in Detectives
With that, the mysterious assailant bounded
from the grasp of the bewildered and bloody
young man and disappeared with a triumphant
flirt of his tail around a corner of the house.
"Good grief! It's old Robin!"
USO it is."
'lRobin Dunforth! What are you doing here
"Oh, his poor head!"
"I say, Robin," a juvenile voice accosted the
dazed Robin, "how did you happen to tangle
"Timothy?" He gazed blankly at the speaker.
"Aw, let Celeste tell you. She's so crazy
"Celeste will do nothing of the sort,'l said
that young woman. "Robin, you're coming
along with me to let me doctor those terrible
scratches. Ugh-h-h! That Timothy! The rest
of you might do something besides ask senseless
questions," and she grasped Robin by the arm
and headed for the house.
Sometime later when the semblance of peace
had been restored, Robin told his tale to the
clinking of tea cups.
KCOnlinued on page 322
COURAGE GUTWITS DEATH
TOM ROLLINS, a young airplane mechanic, lived in
a small Nevada mining town. His one ambi-
tion was to make a new record in flying. The
small plane of which he was the proud posses-
sor, he had named Old Faithful for she never
failed him when he needed her. He took
great pride in going over his "baby" thorough-
ly. At first he had called the plane Silver Bird
because of her silver color, but he had presently
discarded this for Old Faithful as more nearly
typifying the steady, dependable way in which
she served him. One could hardly blame him,
for the little plane was truly faithful.
Then one night after Tom had carefully
locked Old Faithful in the dilapidated shed
which served as a hangar for the plane, he
went to bed, noticing as he prepared for sleep
that a storm was coming up.
About midnight he was partially aroused by
a persistent knocking on his bedroom door.
"What is it?l' he sleepily called. The only reply
was a frantic continuation. Fully awake now,
Tom sprang out of bed and into a worn dress-
ing gown, and then opened the door. There
stood his landlady and a squalid foreign wom-
an who lived with her husband and son in a
rotting old house on the outskirts of town.
7 The greasy-looking woman tearfully explained
By VIRGINIA VOLZ
that her husband had left a small phial of
poison on the table, intending it for himself, but
that their little son had swallowed some of it.
She had come to beg Tom that he go to the
nearest town, which was a hundred and fifty
miles away, and bring a doctor. The only doc-
tor in their little town had been called away
on a case which he could not leave.
Tom gave one glance at the woman's plead-
ing face and another at the storm brewing out-
side. Then he nodded. "All right," he said,
and began pulling on socks and heavy shoes,
amid the tearfully guttural thanks of the for-
eign woman. Dressed and ready, he went
down to the shed where Old Faithful reposed.
He took down two dusty parachutes, strapped
one on himself, and placed the other in the
plane. As he took off, he shook his head dubi-
ously at the ominous thunder. However, every-
thing went well on the way.
Tom and the doctor were soon ensconced in
the snug little plane, prepared to do battle with
the heavens. Meanwhile the storm had grown
more fierce and the plane less steady as she met
the rush of air currents. Finally, Tom was
forced to make a landing, but it was so near
their destination that the doctor was able to
arrive on time.
Tom, after seeing the woman clasp her
darling in her arms, went out in the graying
dawn to his darling, Old Faithful. He paused,
gazing wistfully upon the battered wings.
"You have certainly served me well, old Pal,
and even though we didn't break any records,
we saved a life, and that's worth something."
just then the doctor came across the field.
"I want to be the first to congratulate you
on your courage, my boy. Say, your planes
pretty well damaged, isn't it?" the doctor very
"Yes, she's pretty much battered up,l' ad-
mitted the boy.
The doctor, as he walked away, wondered if
he had really seen tears in the boy's eyes. He
turned and hesitated with friendly concern.
"What's the matter, boy?" he asked kindly.
"Oh, uh, er, nothing. Must be the cold,"
Tom replied as he gazed regretfully at his be-
i'Old Faithful to the last,'J he muttered and
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who now might be interested, concerned, or
otherwise afllicted, this information is directed:
that we, the class of 1933, in individual and
distinct parts, preparing to pass out of this
sphere of education in five months, in full
possession of crammed minds, well trained in
memory and almost superhuman understanding,
do make, publish, and declare this to be jointly,
as well as severally, our last will and testament,
hereby revoking and making void all former
wills or promises by us at any time heretofore
made, or mayhap, carelessly spoken, one to the
other, as the thoughtless wish of an idle hour.
Be it known that we severally bequeath the
following to be disposed of, either burned or
junked, perhaps, as follows:
To Mr. Morgan, our esteemed principal,
sincere thanks for steering our class ship safely
To the faculty, with due respect, our thanks
for the D's we did not receive.
To the freshmen, the bell in the Arsenal
To the sophomores, space in front of the
To the juniors, or future seniors, the Arsenal
steps and the walks in front.
jerry Holman, to each and everyone of you,
the franchise to use his patented remark of dis-
james Collins, to any and all freshmen, his
power to conjugate Spanish verbs in the wrong
Marjorie Mason, to the girls, the right to
adopt her magnetic grand-lady smile.
Claramae Callaway, to any bright-eyed junior,
the big white buttons on her coat.
Isabel Sommer, to be polite and conforming,
a fond farewell to all the boys in her Physics
Don Breedlove, his pencil-written essays, to
more fortunate English classes where they are
Dorothy Cheezum, an emergency fund of one
hundred field goals, to girls taking gym.
Doris Brady, a snappy tap dance, to May
Margaret Breitenbach, her ear-rings, to Rose-
Ethel Cook, her excess giggles, to a down-
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Asa Bines, his privilege of acting the jester,
to anyone who can do the same with immunity.
Ruth Bubeck, her secretarial position, to the
next best red haired stenographer.
Mary Frances Chester, her history book, to
Mildred Bond and other idolizers of George
Washington and Napoleon.
Mary Burk, a studious concentration as a
short cut to success, to the freshie who makes
Ralph Terrell, his orange ties, to any aspiring
Rhinie who may consider his appearance en-
William Fox, a high B flat in 'lMoonlight
Sonata,'l to any trumpet player who can play it.
Robert Slaughter, his conservational material,
to anyone who can use it.
Louise Mitchell, her fiddle, to the person
who can keep it from squeaking.
Clifford Hewitt, the pencil behind his ear,
to an earless student.
Don Money, his yell-leader's jersey, to any
William Szatkowski, his name, to all who
can pronounce it.
Richard Hittle, a solution of the X's, Y's,
and Z's of life, to the confused in mind. r
Frank Nauta, some sharp commands, to the
rookies-notice-not without a military flourish.
George Templin, his black curly hair, to one
of his many lady friends.
Martha Hofmeister, her paintings and sketch-
es, to brighten a dull world.
Madeline Bock, her hair, to the discouraged
users of curling irons.
Dorothy Morris, her make-up kit, to the
owners of apple faces.
Thelma Brown, her secret of catching the
boys' eyes in study, to those less skilled.
Mary Ellen Clark, her fair complexion, to
one not so lucky.
Ruth Hinchman, her blond hair, to those
worshippers in the dark.
Dorothy Meyer's freckles that are fastly go-
ing, to a new freshie,
Evelyn Miller, her flashing eyes and the gum
that will never be quiet, to a beginner in Amer-
LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT
jasemine Bush, to all despairing roll room
teachers in need of an assistant, dependability,
an unfailing tact, and a sense of humor.
Ivan Brother, to some newly made second
lieutenant, a swaggering step.
john Sullivan, to some person in the junk
business, what will be left of his Ford in june.
Russell Fleming, his glowing locks, to some
timid, unnoticed junior. He will guarantee im-
Abie Bortz, his shock of red hair, to anyone
daring to wear it.
james Merriman, his smile and dimple, to
a serious-minded freshman.
Frank Bridges, his military stride, to undis-
Henry Bruder, some snappy interference and
a one-hundred-fifty-yard shot-put, to athletic
john Flick, his A pluses, to freshies in need.
Leonard Gasaway, his smiles and snow-white
collars, to worried and sweating Latin students.
Hollister Gahan, his patriotic green, to
friends for further uplift of the school's morale.
joan McDermed, an eyelash flutter and a
smile, to Marian Welmer.
john Pollard and Eddie Wischmeier, their
graceful dancing, to john Townsend-apprecia-
Howard Chandler, a shyness, to the campus
Walter Terry, to some envious rookie, a half
joe Sims, his position in Concert Band, to
anyone who can fill it.
Phyllis Smith, one look into her brown eyes,
to an industrious junior.
Mary Carr, her beauty hints, to social as-
Betty Burkle, experience as wardrobe mis-
tress for the Girls, Glee Club, to any one in
Dorothy Hinchman, a sure aim with a paper
wad-consequences not guaranteed, to a mis-
joe Flajs, his history lessons, to be studied
by someone else. '
Marjorie Byrum, a lyric soprano voice, to an-
other accommodating entertainer.
Helen Marie Brown, a vacancy in Mrs. Coch-
ran's office-messenger list, to be filled by an-
other Glee Club girl.
Dale Smith, his Vergil, together with a copy
of those trying translations, to Gervais Fais.
Irene Coontield, her position as Miss Thuem-
ler's stenographer, to the most capable girl.
Mary Tillman and Josephine Foederer, those
masters of the Latin language, their answers to
test questions to struggling sophomores.
Merle Smith, his typewriter fthe fastest of
them allj, to an aspiring typing student.
George Briggs, his broad shoulders, to some
future football candidate.
Glen Hoifert, his saxophone, to someone who
desires instant popularity.
Clifford Campbell, one good hundred-yard
sprint, to Coach Myers, to be used only in a
Cecil Foster, his mania for puzzle-solving, to
anyone with sparetime.
Earl Spaulding, to Ting Van Cline, a well
polished seat on the football bench.
Wallace Steele, his faithful horn and a toot-
toot, to a freshie.
Charl-otte Tacoma, her big, -social smile, to
all who feel glum.
Harry Tennant, his red sweater, in exchange
Ruth Timmons, her English compositions, to
lighten another's load.
Martha Traut, her excellent grades, to one
who despairs of honor.
Tove Thielst, the cube root of a shopping
trip, to someone who is repeating geometry for
the third time.
Elizabeth Thompson, her sober look, to a
Earl Teare, various tried recipes, to pupils of
Bob Thomas, his big brass horn, to all pic-
Kenneth Somers, to Thurman Danner, one
one-hundred'-yard dash clown the field. '
Now, having drawn up our will duly in ac-
cordance to law we, the will-makers of the 1933
class, do affirm and afhx our signatures in the
presence of witnesses, and with the consent of
the class confer upon the seniors of 1954 honor
of executing this legal document.
N AT U R E LO R E
SONGS or FANCY
Hills, I would remember how you lie 2
How silently you wear the beauty of the year, 2,1
whiff, 8fOOO, POIOSOIOI and browns
HOW OOOI fo O2-ffh YOU Off-and Yet Lrg
HOW OOM YOU foufh a distant Sm, i 1
I would remember how your beauty lies in sim- ig
ple things, I ',, 1lguviwm1lllllHlbllllMn.:.m W - f T f
Earth-born stars, the daisies, bright Susans, frail Wwmmmmwm
Caught in berry blooms and tall, grey grass.
The sun rises from your height,
The moon walks down your slope.
Hills, I would remember how you lie
Close to earth and touching sky. 1 envy every Hower that blows
KATHRINE ROSS. Beside the pathway where she goes,
And every bird that sings
And every breeze that brings
The fragrance of the rose.
King Winter holds the throne once more,
Sweet summertime has fied,
We hear again the wild wind roar
Above the leaves so dead.
The king in bondage holds the stream,
In prison holds the Howersg
The world, a fairyland doth seem,
All filled with pure white bowers.
' M AND
It is not well to love a dream so much, X 46
So soon it vanishes to truant air, I kt!
A dream is made of ossamer and su h' ll fs-'OX
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A fabric frail, too fragile far to clutch, . - J-
A vagrant bubble never meant to touch, 71
Too sweet to last, too wonderful, too fair-
It is not well to love a dream so much, ' .1 , O ,
So soon it vanishes to truant air. fi, ,.,. 3 is
Evra STANTON. K hum, I0
HER TECH JOURNEY
AMY WINS HER LAURELS
By FRANCES MCCALLIAN
AMY LAVONNE STOOD before her mirror with a
serious expression which despite its soberness
was very childish. "And I'm really going to
high school,', she half-whispered. "I've antici-
pated it for a year, and now, somehow, I wish
I weren't a freshmanf,
Her father's cheerful voice broke in upon
her reverie like the boom of a gun: - "Are you
ready, Amy? O, come now, child, it isn't so
bad as all that," he protested, catching sight of
his daughter's expression. "After all, you know,
it isn't as if you were the first Tech freshman
that ever entered the grounds."
"I know, Fatherf' but Amy's eyes were very
thoughtful as she slowly followed her father to
the waiting automobile. It was a cold january
day, and the campus was piled high with snow-
drifts. When her father left her at the school
gate, Amy trudged through the drifts, feeling
very insignincant, indeed. Later, she left Tech
with but one fact fixed firmly in mind-she had
a great deal to learn. She was not a girl to be
easily discouraged, but that night she passion-
ately declared in the presence of her family that
she "never could learn to do everything at Tech,
and those seniors looked so dignified and edu-
cated that they frightened her to death." Her
family's response to this remark was a hearty
laugh. Determined to do or die in thisjhigh
school career, Amy started out with a resolution
that was almost alarming and would have great-
ly amused her elders had they known. But they
didn't! To her surprise the first few days were
exceedingly pleasant, and before she realized it
a month had passed.
Interesting events occurred one after another,
it seemed. Amy took an active part in all the
worthwhile activities of the school. She proved
herself to be an exceptional student and, of
course, met numerous opportunities.
And thus three years rolled by and finally
came that year of all years, her senior year,
which was the finest and best of all., In the
senior activities Amy had a goodly share, a
grand climax to a four years' career.
On graduation night, Amy stood again be-
fore her mirror. Had she been inspecting her
face, she would have noticed a decided change.
Unfortunately her mind was occupied with
other details. The casual observer would have
noticed that her expression was that of any
happy-hearted girl of seventeen on her gradua-
tion night, but a clore observer would have
detected an expression denoting a fineness of
character that was the result of four years of
constant, happy school-life, filled to the brim
with high idealistic events and companionship.
That last night of Amy's Tech life, she was
"supremely happy." Her little sister, now pre-
paring to become a Tech freshman, inquired
of her eagerly, "O, Amy, weren't you frightened
during the program?"
"Why, no, Betty," returned Amy slowly. "It
was just a wonderful experience. I've enjoyed
these four years so much that I wish they might
never have ended. I've received an education
and background in this school which has not
only given me a happy, profitable four years,
but a lasting foundation and influence for the
years that lie ahead." u
IN THE HEAIE'-OF A Boy
BY BARBARA DYAR
Back at the beginning of his life jimmy
Dugan had started that ceaseless refrain, "I
wanta dog!" Heaven and earth would collapse,
stars shoot through space, sun and moon be-
come one if that wonderful dream should be
fulfilled, and he should have-a DOGI
Many' the bitter debates he hadhad. with his
family- on this subject, but always he had re-
treated frorn the assault of adult reasoning. 'It
was the one Hy in the ointment of jimmyfs
otherwise perfect existence. e K'
Now on his birthday, after sending -countless
petitions to God in his evening prayers, after
days of pleading with his father-now, on his
eighth birthday, there was nodog to call his
Catching his underlipi between his teeth to
prevent it from trembling Qfor wasn't he a
man of eight now?j jimmy turned away from
the new red wagon.
Ujimmy, don't you like your wagon?" queried
his anxious mother.
"It's all rightf' QWhat good was a wagon
without a dog to ride with him?j
"And your baseball bat?i' His father held it
out to him.
"Your books, don't you like them, Sonny?"
"Oh, Mom, don't you-canit you understand
-I want a-" jimmy blinked very fast to keep
back the tears.
Atvthat moment, Lizzie, the colored cook,
stuck her head through the library door.
"Scuse me, but I's got a present for-jim,
She shuffled into the room bearing in her
ample arms a ball of animated fur.
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THE LAMP CAST
a silver pool of light upon my easy chair and
upon the arabesque pattern of the rug at my
feet. Settling myself in a comfortable position,
I opened the evening paper, my eyes scanning
the headlines. Suddenly out of the mass of
black print a headline seemed to leap at me:
"College President to Address Former Class-
mates-President Glen Baker of the University
of Greater Indianapolis will speak at the ten-
year reunion banquet of the class of 1933 of the
Arsenal Technical Schoolsf'
THE CLASS OF l933!
My class! I had heard of no reunion. This cer-
tainly was a surprise!
I reached over and turned on the radio, ad-
justing the dials until the room was filled with
the haunting strains of the "Humoresque."
How pleasant it was to sit there and dream
about those schools days!
Suddenly the strains of the orchestra died
away, and a voice took its place.
"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen of the
Radio Audience. This is Station A. T. S.,
broadcasting from the beautiful dining-room of
the luxurious new Stuart Student Center Build-
ing on the Arsenal Technical Schools' campus
at Indianapolis, Indiana, on the occasion of the
ten-year reunion banquet of the class of 1935"
Surely I must be dreaming! Eagerly I leaned
forward to catch every word.
The voice of the announcer continued:
"How fitting it is that this beautiful building
should have been designed by a member of the
class of 19335 I refer to that famous architect,
"Coming through the door are two of the
best known actresses of the day, the Misses
Elizabeth McCoy and Virginia Maier. Their
latest play, 'Touchdown,' in which Miss McCoy
is the football hero-but visit our handsome
new Round Theater, now owned and operated
by Albert Pugh and Roam Jordan, and see this
remarkable play for yourselves.
"Norman Homeier and Willis Hostetter are
just seating themselves at the speakers' table.
At the Municipal Airport they have recently
completed a new radio controlled rocket which
has the distinction of having made the first suc-
cessful trip to the moon. Watch their rockets!
"All eyes have suddenly turned toward a
superbly gowned woman who is shaking hands
with Miss Mary jane Barnett, dean of girls.
Ah, I see now, it is Miss Esther Roth who owns
and operates an exclusive women's Frock and
T U N I N G I N
YOUR PERSONAL FUTURE
"And there is the greatest track coach in the
United States, Robert E. Lee.
"I must not forget to call your attention to
the fact that this attractive banquet room was
furnished by jack Larman, who owns one of
the most up-to-the-minute furniture stores in the
country. Mr. Larman is sponsoring this broad-
cast. He attributes much of his phenomenal
business success to the outstanding advertising
campaigns conducted by the capable Miss Mar-
"Conversing with the director of the high
school orchestra, Miss Marie Schindewolfe, is
Mr. Carl Kenner, who has risen from the rank
of filling station attendant to that of general
manager of the Standard Oil Company of In-
"THERE SEEMS TO BE
considerable commotion down near the main
entrance. I see now that Miss Pearl Abbitt,
candidate for mayor of Indianapolis on the
Citizens' Progressive Ticket, and her campaign
manager, Robert Crouch, have just arrived. Ac-
companying them are the Misses Clara Mc-
Closkey and Mary Lucas, internationally famous
detectives. They are greeting the Misses Thelma
Pugh and Carolyn Paine, executives of the
P. and P. department store, and jovially referred
to as the 'Mutt and jeff' of the business world.
"Well, well, and here's our national golf
champion, Miss Fannie Atkinson.
"Over in the farther corner I see one of the
speakers of the evening carefully reviewing his
notes. It is judge Lewis Vogler, a power for
good in our city. His pet theory is to keep
young boys out of mischief by teaching them to
fish. Walter Loman, Chief of Police, has just
stepped over to greet judge Vogler.
"Tony Petric, world golf champion, is wav-
ing his hand to William Belcher, known as
'Big Bill' in the law racket. With Big Bill
are his law partner, Frank Anderson, and his
attractive secretary, Miss Ruth Bandy.
"Here come John Armenoff and Robert
Lamb. These young gentlemen are expert
engineers, having recently perfected a most suc-
cessful pocket radio.
"Shaking hands with Jerome McElbany, the
renowned criminal attorney, is Warren Bald-
win, inventor and perfector of the Razzle Daz-
zle radio-controlled airplane, in which Steve
Aslos made that daring non-stop flight around
"Charles Taylor, millionaire commission
man, and Victor McKinney, one of the worlds
great captains of industry, are greeting old
IN cosmic WAVES
of music under her arm, standing near the
piano? Ah, yes, it's Miss Marjorie McComb,
grand opera star.
"Speaking to Professor Lenora Longerich,
head coach of the championship Tech soccer
team, is Miss Rosemary Byrket, editor of that
dynamic new daily paper, The Indiamzpolir
Booster. Near her stand her business manager,
Miss Nancy Newland, and her private secretary,
Miss Clara Lohman.
"Robert Imhoff, revolutionizer of the movies
through his new Technicolor, is leaning against
one of the artistically decorated pillars. Near
him is james Laney, district superintendent of
the Indianapolis Sanitary Department, who
boasts of the slogan, 'Not a drop of grease
wasted between your scrap pail and your soap.'
"I am informed that Miss Tina jackson,
noted missionary to Africa, will be here this
evening. As yet, I do not see her among the
guests, though I do see Miss Eva Hunt, who
so capably managed the presidential campaign.
"A young man with a grave mathematical
look, Albert Hughes, seems to be engrossed in
deep thought as he stands apart from the crowd
with his eyes focused on the ceiling. Doubtless
he is formulating another diflicult problem for
his next mathematics text-book.
"Hastening to find their places before the
banquet begins are James Neale and William
A. Brown, owners and successful operators of
a large chain of drug stores.
"Six prominent young society matrons, better
known to our Tech audience by their maiden
names, Alice Bell, Carol Geisler, Jeanette Gar-
rett, Marian McLain, Othella Foster, and
Dorothy Fagin, are engaged in animated conver-
sation with Miss Lois Henderson, bridge wiz-
ard, whose new book, 'How to Bring Home
the Top Prize,, has caused a real sensation in
"The ladies are applauding a young gentle-
man who is just entering. It is john Pollard,
the great crooner. Close behind Mr. Pollard
comes Nolen McCrea, the big-game hunter, who
has traveled thousands of miles through African
yeldt, risking his life on countless ogcasions.
He admits, however, that the nearest he has
ever come to death was in an attempt to cross
the street at Meridian and Washington.
"And here is that second Houdini, George
Katzenberger. George boasts that he is able
to escape from everything except bill collectors
and subpoena servers.
"The brilliant Dr. Doris Kasting, who has
just received her Ph. D. degree for valuable re-
search work done on that vital question, 'Why
does a road run both ways?' is among the guests.
She is talking to Francis McCalley, the famous
gem collector, who is possessor of every known
rare gem with the exception of 'Columbia, the
Gem of the Ocean.' Dr. jean McNanny, widely
known surgeon, has just joined the group.
"The room has suddenly filled with delicious
odors of tempting foods. I am told that the
head chef in charge of this banquet is the popu-
lar and world famous Elbert Poarch, aided by
his equally capable assistants: Roy Pope, Miss
Eva Mae Ashcroft, and Miss Crystal Schuman.
Their book of tested recipes is said to have net-
ted them all a neat fortune.
"The leading photographers of the city,
james Wyn, Russell Hollenbeck, and Albert
Foullois, are busy making preparations to 'shoot'
"Vernon Denker, renowned civil engineer,
who with the aid of the equally famous Albert
McColloum, has just completed an 'under-the
sea' village, that modern wonder of the age, is
laughing and shaking his head at the photog-
"Since my time is drawing to a close, I can
but mention a few of the other notables pres-
ent: The famous harmony team-the Misses
Millicent Cummings and Anne Abrams, Guy
Lumbago of the Royal Geraniums, Miss Lois
johnson, head of the 'Keep-Your-Husband
Cooking School', Miss Mariemma Gorman, the
historian, Orvin Moore, the explorer, Dr. Clif-
ford Watson, fingerprint expert, Miss Mary
Frances Ogden, publisher, Gordon Young, sub-
marine captain, Ralph Simpson, poet, Jack
Gunnell, artist, Miss Thelma Greenwood,
movie actress and niece of Charlotte Green-
wood, McCord Oglesby, professional laugher
for A. T. S. broadcasting station, James Silk-
nitter, head of the Run Better Hosiery Mills,
and Robert Hickman, president of the Presi-
dential Board of Indiana Presidents.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, let us en-
joy the dinner music."
THE VOICE OF THE ANNOUNCER
ceased, but the expected music did not come.
Instead, I felt myself being rudely shaken.
"Wake up!" commanded my father. "You
have been asleep ever since you sat down here
with the paperf'
I rubbed my eyes and sat up. So it was only
a dream! I wonder-Do dreams come true?
'First Row: Sergeant Chester A. Pruett, in-
structor, Cadet-Colonel Baxter, Lieutenant-
Colonel Manning, Majors Ireland and McMil-
lan, Captains W. Reed and Raber. 1
Second Row: Captains Buschmann, C. Reed,
Etrler, Bates, Grepp, Walker,.and Wilson, First
Lieutenant McLaughlin. ' ' p
Third-Row: First Lieutenant Steele, Second
Lieutenant Shields, First Lieutenants Brock-
man and Breedlove, Second Lieutenant Hume.
Fourth Row: First Lieutenant Messmerg
Second Lieutenants Kendrick, Twineham,
White, and McTurnan.
Fifth Row: Second Lieutenants Hickman,
Goory, Duncan, Koelling, and Whitenack.
Top" Row: Second Lieutenantsz Smith, Wat-
son, W. Jones, Bortz, Barnett, Hesterberg.
' ., , SERGEANTS
First Row: Young, Campbell, Nauta, O.
Moore, Lamar, Sergeant Pruett, Mast. Sergt.
Brinkman, Color Sergts. Leihr and Hendricks,
Hounschell, Bines, McNoy.
R. O. T. C.
Second .Rowz Hughes, Short, Schock, Van
Vleet, Rees, Kavalaris, Loman, Hewitt, Bridges,
Lowe, Petrovich. E
Third Row: u Boyd, Hall, Guthrie, Moore,
Thoman, Logan, Griswold, Imel, Tennent, Ir-
win, R. Schneider.
Top Row: Russell, Shurman, Kellam, Col-
lumns, Hartsock, G. Schneider, Bowman, Mc-
Colley, Williams. CORPORALS
First Row: Hyser, Lee, Edwards, Miller,
Lammert, Dillon, Sergeant Pruett, Culley, jen-
nings, Apple, Ferrell, Glass, Charnstrom.
Second Row: Merriman, Wilkerson, Miley,
Pigg, Sullivan, McCreary, Miller, Hawes,
Douglas, Mottsinger, Duckum.
Third Row: Warner, Taylor, Berger, Bruce,
Scott, Klifgen, Dye.
Top Row: Hanson, Brothers, Hayes, Oakley,
Knight, Pallikan, Morris, Spaulding, Turner,
L L i
DE WITT S. MORGAN ......,A,,...,,,...,,,,,,. PRINCIPAL
JANUARY MAGAZINE STAFF
Magazine Editor .........,,............. Mary Elizabeth Woods
Art Editors ........,,..,Y.......... Alfred Kraas, jean Hopper
Asst. Art Editors .,.. Walter Spaulding, Jac Gildersleeve
Layout Advisor .,....,.,,.,..,................... Miss Frieda Lillis
Art Advisors ........,............... Mrs. Roberta W. Stewart,
Mr. Frederick Polley
WRITING STAFF '
Staff I Staff ll
Editor-in-chief ,,,,. Karhfine Ross Barbara Dyar
Asst. Editor ,......,. Herman Lynch Betty Stilz
School Editor ..,... jane Bosart Betty Hancock
Copy Editors ....... Kjarste Fais Mary Lee Walker
Literatu re ............ Fred Drexler Fred Drexler
.Features .,........,... Dorothy M. Hoff Willis Macy
Exchanges ........... Bernadeen Patrick Ossie Correll
Sports .................. George J. johnson james Hickman
joel Williams 1 Howard Chaille
Dorothy McKinney Betty Schellschmi dt
Mary McColloch Jesadean Maurice
Reporters ............. George Messrner Lois Stevens
jeanetta Fields Harold Cooper
Frances Patton Gertrude Wood
Business Manager .................................. Clary Hampton
Circulation Manager ......................,....... Walter Sinclair
Typists ........................ Mary F. Ogden, Evelyn Venitz,
Alice Yates, Erma Hickman
Scrapbook Recorder .............................. Marjorie Hargon
Printing Manager ...................................... Earl Strother
Organization and policies, Miss Mabel Goddard, head
of the English department, directing sponsor, Miss
Ella Sengenbergerg circulation, Werner Monningerg
printing, G. R. Barrett.
First Group ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,...,,,,,.......,,,.,....., Print Shop Boys
Second Group ....... ........i. A rsenal Cannon Staffs
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AH. YOU YOUNG MAN
of the world, for such, it has been said, you
call yourself, I know why you smile and beam,
why your eyes take on the look of "Paradise
Regainedf' She flattered you, didn't she? She
lifted her baby blue eyes to yours in that trust-
ful worshiping expression, didn't she? She
shyly laid her tiny hand on your big strong
arm, didn't she? Alas, but girls are that way!
Were you too engrossed in that dainty little
curl escaping from under that cocky beret to
notice how she failed to recognize her "girl
friend" as you walked along together? I hope
at least you didn't think her "just too sweet"
when she slipped her arm about a befreckled,
plainly dressed, younger girl. Naturally you
were annoyed, but after all, can't you realize
how a white figure is much more effective
against a black background or how a diamond
twinkles twice as brightly against a plain setting?
Of course you appreciated your girl more, but
don't think she didn't take that fact into con-
sideration. Surely you couldn't have missed
that ''look-I'm-walking-with-a-boy'' expression
in her eyes of pride and disdain for the com-
mon herd of girls who were 'forced to walk
with other girls. I don't suppose it was neces-
sary for her to lead you by the crowded Arsenal
steps on the faint pretext of having to visit her
locker, but, my dear young man, you don't sup-
pose that a conquest of the masculine heart is
the culmination of feminine hopes and aspira-
tions. Quite to the contrary-it would be mad-
dening to her not to be able to create pangs
of envy or at least evidences of deep interest
in her acquaintances by parading you in front
of them. Are you shocked? But girls are that
If you had not been so entranced with watch-
ing her delicious pout, put there by some unfor-
tunate break of yours, change into a more de-
licious little smile, you might' have heard the
comments of the feline-beg pardon, I mean
feminine-brigade by whom you have just
"Stuck up! Did you see how she passed us
with her nose in the air-+just because she was
walking with a boy!" -
"I think it's simply disgraceful the way she
chases after him. Doesn't it make you sick to
see her making those 'cow-eyes' at him?"
"If that dress of hers were any tighter, it
would burst out in the seams. just imagine a
dress like that for school-I saw a hat exactly
like hers for fifty-nine cents in the basement of
a downtown storef!
GIRLS ARE LIKE THAT
Your "big moment" wouldn't indulge in
"catticisrns" like that? You're wrong, all girls
are like that!
How jealous she was when you grinned that
monopolized fat least, she thought it was mo-
nopolizedj grin of yours at "that fat red-head
with the greasy eyelids!" She was ready to bite
your unfortunate head off when you mentioned
that the same Titian head was a "cute kid."
Alas, my boy, do not let yourself be unduly
filled with self-importance because of this jeal-
ousy. Did you ever know a woman who will
let go of anything she has acquired? No, she
has you, and she cou1dn't let you go-especially
after she has paraded you before the Arsenal
reviewing stand for all the world-which-counts
to see. Yes-she likes you-she might even
persuade herself that you are the strongest, best,
handsomest, wittiest-and all other superlatives
-ad infinitum. Itis just the age-old truth that
a girl canlt get along without a man-whether
it be the "boy friend," a screen idol, an athletic
hero, a teacher, or a relative-but you happened
to be the logical one. You were nearby, and
you seemed to take some interest in her golden
hair and sweet voice. Yes, girls are that way.
I could go on forever. I could tell the
strategy of one girl for stealing another's "boy
friend." I could tell of the general two-faced-
ness of the female sex. I could tell you-
You haven't time to listen! Why, I believe
that yellow-haired fluff has roped you in!
Girls are like that!!
A CRCWDED STREET CAR
"MICHIGAN STREET! Michigan Street!"
"Yes, he lost his job and you know there are
eight in the family. This depression-H
"Why, hello! Where have you been re-
cently? I haven't seen you in ages. You
"Move up, move up front! Will the line
move up some, please? Transfer? Capitol
"-just simply can't stand that brand of saus-
age. Now, I always use-"
"--And, Mary Florence, after dragging ev-
erything off the shelf, that impossible woman
said, 'I was just looking!! Can you feature-"
"-Jemima! Did I have a good time? I
most certainly did. Oh, no, we went to Log
KContinued on page 332
ways been one of the great mysteries of my life.
But things happen for no other reason than to
make mysteries. It was my fate to become a
I looked upon housekeeping as a small boy
looks upon a ten-syllabled word. What was
it all about?
However, it came in this way. Because of
a death in the family I was forced to keep house
for my father and my younger brother. I knew
very little of this occupationg and, as I had no
time to study for it, I decided to learn as I
My first assignment was getting the meals.
I knew two things about cooking, that was the
knowledge of frying eggs and boiling water.
Consequently, I made out my menu as follows:
This menu was all right for the Hrst two
days. But on the dawn of the third day I was
informed in a very impressive manner that if I
fried another egg in the next ten -years, I would
be sued for damages, accused of murder, and be
hanged on the spot after I had been tarred and
feathered. I very quickly came to the conclu-
sion that I had better not fry any more eggs.
I was the most despondent person in the
world. What could I do? All at once, as if
a hammer had struck me on the head, a thought
struck me. I must admit I was amazed at my-
self for inventing such an idea. Why not look
for help in a cook book?
I immediately procured a cook book, only to
find that my troubles were not over. Finally,
with a cook book, a dictionary, burnt food,
and a confusion of ideas, I found that I could
cook something in addition to frying eggs and
boiling water. I. .f
Alas! Alas! I soon discovered that in house-
keeping there was no peace. My next big prob-
lem was wash-day. By the way, if any of you
happens to know the person who invented Wash-
day, send him to me, as I have an account to
settle with him. My first lesson in washing
taught me that some clothes fade, for one week
my washing would be blue and the next week,
I have been keeping house for the last two
years, although I hope to graduate from it some
day. But I find it takes more credits to gradu-
ate from housekeeping than it does to graduate
from high school.
f T I HAVE LIVED
a thousand lives. I have traveled in countries
all over the world-in France, Spain, Mexico,
and Alaska. I have flown above the clouds
and explored the depths of the oceans. I have
waged wars, and I have been a famous states-
man and swayed hundreds by my eloquence.
My book adventures are not dead, they have
been lilled with life, romance, tragedy, and
adventure. V Q
There are so many characters of whom I never
grow tired. They become a part of me g l
thrill at their happiness or weep at their grief.
A few years ago I was the Beth or Jo ol
"Little Women," or perhaps Mrs. Wiggs with
the trials and joys of the Cabbage Patch. I
laughed at the strange things of Wonderland
with Alice. Now I wander in the lands of
"Gulliver's Travels," or I climb .Fujiyama and
swim the Hellespont with Richard Halliburton.
I am filled with pride at the courage with which
I light the awful hardships of the West as
Abbie Deal. I am bowed down with the bur-
den of slavery and the Civil War in "Forever
Freef' I am completely happy in a "Haunted
Bookshop." I tremble at the mysteries of the
desert with "Lawrence in Arabia." How simple
it is to go from America to the Orient within
the covers of a book.
I have often thought that when I enter the
realms of the great unknown to make my for-
tune, I would do it by way of a bookstore. It
will not be just an ordinary "bookstore" It
will be a cozy, pleasant place with shaded
lights and deep, soft chairs in snug little al-
coves. Around' the walls will be rows and
rows of line books'with the brightest of coversl
There will be a warm, cheerful fire, and there
will be pictures on the walls. I will not bother
my customers with useless questions, I will
let them browse among my books to their
heart's content while I, too, prowl along the
by-ways of other lands.
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GIRLS' GLEE CLUB 22
AMCDNG TECH'S POLITICIANS
CAMP FIRE GIRLS
President ,,,v,w,,,A,,,,,,, ,...... IN lildred Gnuker
Vice-president ....... .......... B Sify Burfau
Scribe ,.,, ...
NATURE STUDY CLUB
Vice-president ...,... ,,
President ..,.A,.w..,..., ........
Vice-president ....AA, ,..,....
De Armand Dochez
Mary Ann Kullmer
HOME ECONOMICS crus '
President ......,..,r,.,,, ,.,,ii,...,...., A .Dorothy Edwards
Vice-president ..v,,,. r,v........... J ean Gorton
Secretary .....,... ....w,.. V irginia Tolliver
Historian ,.,,,,, .,,,
Recorder of Attendance ........ Margaret CO Shaw
President ,r,.,.r,r...,,,,...... ......... K athrine Ross
Vice-president t,,,,,,. e,,w,.,.r..... B etty Stilz
Secretary ......,.,,,e. ,v....,.. L illian Casey
Sergeant-at-arms ...,... ,,...,., H arold Cooper
LIBRARY CLUB B
President ..,....,.... ,,r..,.,,, B etty Sturm
Vice-president ...,.., ,..,..r....r. R oberta Auble
Consuls .....,..... ..,.,....
Mary K. Wfilliams
Dale SmithM-Lewis Bose
Scriptor .,......v,... f ........ .r.,r,,...... K arste Fais
Aediles, Chairman ,..........,...... Thelma I Coleman
Betty Stilz and Fern Messmer
BOY SCOUT CLUB
President ...,r...,,.e,e,,,,.....te.,,,t Marian Disborough
Vice-presidentl ...... ......... E dward Schock
Secretary ............. .L.Win6eld Yeager
Sergeant-at-arms .,., ......... R obert Reno
Attorney-general ,..,... ........, H orace Russell
SPANISH A I' ei
President ...rs....... ....... M arjorie Denny
Vice-president ......., ....... 'I ames Hickman
Program chairman .,...,. ,......
BIVINS HOUSE MYSTERY
SPEAKING or cal-iosrs AND THINGS
By RICHARD WEIS
"l'LL SEE YOU
after school in front of the Main building,
jim, I have something to tell you," gaily called
Bob Brown to his chum, Jim Henderson.
"I'll be there sure," called Jim.
jim Henderson and Bob Brown attended
Alton High School and were inseparable pals.
At three o'clock sharp the boys met outside
the Main building. Bob was bubbling over
with enthusiasm as he exclaimed, "We can sure-
ly get some revenge on George for some of the
tricks he has played on us."
"How?" asked Jim.
"Well, Grandfather was telling us last night
about the mystery of that old deserted Bivins
house at the south of town. Fifty years ago
Cecelia Bivins committed suicide by stabbing
herself there, and he said her ghost was sup-
posed to reappear on the same night every year
and reenact the scene.
"George is always bragging about how brave
he is anyway, and we will ask him to go there
with us and watch for the ghost. It is supposed
to appear on the fifteenth, which will be next
week. We will ask jane Carr to help us out
and pretend she is the ghost. She ,can ask her
brother to take her out there before we get
there, and wait for her, as I know she wouldn't
go by herself. She can wrap up in a sheet and
slowly walk out into the room and pretend to
stab herself, just as the story goes. Then we
surely will have a good laugh on George as I
know he will be about dead of fright. And the
next time he starts bragging about how brave
he is, we can remind him of the ghost episode."
"That will be a good one on him," laughed
jim. "Of course we must bind jane to secrecy."
At this point George walked up to where
the two boys were standing, and they explained
to him about the ghost suicide which was sup-
posed to take place every year at the Bivins
house. He thought it would be a thrilling ex-
perience to go out there and see if it would
The night of the fifteenth the three boys met
at Bob's house and started down the road to
the mystery house.
"Gee, I don't believe that old story,', said
George. "Do you?"
"Oh yes, I do," quickly answered Bob.
"Grandfather said someone had seen the ghost
"Well, we will soon see if there is a ghost
or not," put in jim.
The three boys cautiously approached the
mystery house. No one was in sight, and, as
they walked up the lane leading to the porch,
everything was deathly quiet. just as they
stepped on the porch an owl hooted in a nearby
tree, and all three nearly fled in confusion. The
moonlight was streaming in the uncurtained
window as the boys noiselessly stepped into the
room leading from the porch.
"This is the room," whispered Bob. "Let's
hide back here behind the door."
The boys huddled behind the door and
breathlessly waited. In a few minutes a white
shrouded figure seemed to float to the center
of the room, It suddenly raised its hand and
plunged a dagger into its breast.
The boys waited no longer. They jumped
up with enough noise to frighten anything
away, not excepting ghosts, and fled. They
didn't stop until they reached Bob's house.
"Gee, can you believe your own eyes?"
panted Bob. "They don't need to tell me any
longer that story is fake, when we saw her
"Well, I think I have had enough for one
night, I am going home to retire," said George.
"If I hadn't seen it myself, I wouldn't be-
lieve it. I won't go near that place at night
again, that's sure," answered Jim.
"I'll see you boys in the morning," called
George as he left them.
As soon as George got out of sight, jim and
Bob nearly convulsed themselves laughing.
"Did you see him run! The look on his face
was killing. Oh yes, he is brave! Fearless
George! He was still shaking when we got
home," laughed Bob. "Well, we finally got it
back at him, and we will remind him of his
fearlessness often after we explain to him who
the ghost was."
The boys parted, still laughing heartily.
The next morning Jim and Bob were very
much surprised to receive a telegram reading:
"Unavoidably detained last night. Sorry
could not carry out joke."
IN THE HEART OF A BOY
fContinued from page 111
Suddenly the sun came back again into
jimmy's world. As the black eyes of the old
servant and the Irish-blue eyes of the boy met,
each read deep into the soul of the other. To
her who understood, jimmy offered up all the
gratitude of his boy's heart, but all he said was,
"Gee, Lizzie, he's great."
Ames CONJURE ow scENEs
By LOIS STEVENS
I LOVE rainy days. Something about a rainy day
causes me to feel at peace with the world. Per-
haps it is the fact that on a rainy day, I often
live over bygone times up in the attic, close to
the gentle pit-a-patting of the raindrops. In
the darkest corner stands an old, neglected
trunk, waiting to be explored. I drag it from
the dark recesses under the eaves.
As I throw back the lid, the first article which
greets my gaze is the family album. What
family does not have at least one album? If
there is such a one, then the members of it have
lacked one of the most delightful possessions
obtainable, for an album guards memoriesg
some good, same sad. The first picture in the
book is of Grandmother-that dear old lady
As I stare at her round, serene face, a pic-
ture rises to my mind. Green meadows roll off
into the distance, a white road winds through
the green fields, meanders along the bank of a
flowing stream, and comes to a halt before a
snug, white cottage with a red roof. A small
flower garden in the background is the favorite
haunt of Grandmother. I wend my way care-
fully through the many bushes which dot the
lawn. Spying Grandmother digging industri-
ously at her prized rose bushes, I shout a
greeting. A few minutes later, I am following
her into the clean, airy kitchen. Grandmother
bustles over to the corner-cupboard, procures a
plate of cookies which she sets before my de-
lighted eyes-then to the cellar for the foaming
white milk which always accompanies this re-
past. Tears dim my eyes as I think of those
happy days spent with my dear grandmother.
She is gone now, and those days are past for-
Opposite Grandmothefs photograph, I be-
hold that of Grandfather. He has a shock of
gray, unruly hair. Merry blue eyes twinkle up
at me as if their owner and I share a secret. I
always delighted in Grandfather's droll humor.
Whenever I was in want of a companion, I
visited the barn where Grandfather.-was usually
to be found. I loved to go through the dim
passageway back to the stall of Billie, the prized
buggy-horse. Looking shyly up at Grandfather,
I would beg, "Put me on Billie's back, Grand-
pa." Then up into the air I would sail to land
safely on the sheeny black back of Billie. Look-
ing down from my high perch a trifle nervously,
I usually saw Grandfather "beating a hasty re-
treat" to the door.
"I wanted to test your courage," he would
explain with twinkling eyes. I also loved to
accompany Grandfather at milking time. Some-
times I was permitted to experiment in the
milking process, but most of the time I was
content to watch the streams of milk trickling
into the bucket. The last bucket filled, the
cows were turned back to the pastures, and we
hastened up to the house where Grandmother
was preparing one of her incomparable meals.
My favorite vacation spot was at the home of
this dear old couple.
I turn through the album slowly, finally
stopping at a picture of Max, the dog. He was
always a small bundle of energy. His white
body would be seen one minute dashing down
the road, the next, trotting beside Grandfather
as he performed his daily tasks. He was the last
survivor of this happy household. One morn-
ing his still body was discovered lying beside
the roadway where he had been knocked by a
passing automobile. With his death, went the
last living member of my grandparents' family.
Shutting the album with a sigh, I replace it
in the old trunk. Delving through the latter's
contents again, I draw forth a battered doll-
Louise, by name. Sentiment forbids my de-
stroying the childhood companion, entirely.
Her silk dress is rotted and torn, so she must
be handled carefully. Her china face is cracked,
her once beautiful hair is matted. In truth, she
is a woeful sight to behold. Regardless of this,
I love her, she is the emblem of my youth. Her
eyes are devoid of' expression. In the old days,
my imaginative mind read love and loyalty in
the depths of her blue orbs. As I lay her
away, I wonder, if she could speak, what would
she say about her long exile from human com-
The last article which I extract from the
gloomy depths of the old trunk is a blue silk
dress to which clings a musty odor of rotting
fabrics. About twenty ruffles adorn this gar-
ment. I laugh as I remember the time this
dress was my favorite possession, when I re-
fused to be seated lest I disarrange the care-
fully ironed adornments. Will rutfles ever re-
turn to fashion? I wonder, as I replace the
With a tender sigh, I close the lid of the
trunk and return it to its position under the
eaves where it will wait for another rainy day.
AND HAVE YCU
Jimmy Quinn has words to spare
When it comes to talking, heill be there.
Every single golfing mutt
Should watch our little Emma Putt.
Second-Lieutenant Walter Jones
Never makes any military bones.
Boom of gun and Hash of saber!
Here come the army and Jimmie Raber.
Pat Fessler is Irish, his heacl's not thick
'Cause on the field he's certainly quick!
As a right end Jimmie Walker's a wow!
Can he play football? Oh, boy! And how
Quintilla Morris is small in size
But, nevertheless, she is certainly wise.
If you're "stuck" in Math, go call H I
That brilliant mathematician, Edna Pill.
Lois Henderson is quite a girlg A
At mathematics she's a whirl. '
She has black hair which isn't even curly
But she's a sweet girl, that Josephine Turly.
Never such a salesman did 'I see
As that little girl, that Edith Overtree.
Dorothea Maple is like a tree,
For sturdy and strong and graceful is she.
Hazel Fisher is the Kate Smith of Techg
We hope Kate's size she'll be able to check
Helen Stoshitch, quite demure,
Good at art, you may be sure.
A peppy lad is Robert Sturm,
Some clay helll be head of a famous firm.
Some day were sure that tall Ray Moyer
Will be an ardently pleading lawyer.
Dorothy Syerup's as sweet as her nameg
Try her with waffles, you'll find her the same.
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jack Hamaker is a tennis star'
Here comes President Tom Magu
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When William Fox makes the tru
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Now, jane White types for fun.
He ought to be put in the institute.
our Paul Bruner
Couldn't- have been a radio crooner
He gave his opponents quite a jar.
Later she'll type for plenty of "mon,"
Violet Porter likes to write
But never lets her commas hght.
Mary Ann Kullmer's a musician of
That violin she plays with plenty
Kenneth Strattman draws cartoons
And is always there when the lady s
August Shearer will be a
To earn his living-summer and win
Wilburn Truan goes in for sports,
And specializes in keen retorts.
Robert Osborne bought a sombrero
When he went travlling in Mexico.
We all marvel at the ease
With which jim Westover thrums the
Barbara Kirkham shines in class
A brilliant student and a prettyilass.
Pretty Lydia jane Cordrey,
When a mouse comes round, she climb
He who is Gil Easley's chum
Knows how he can beat the drum.
The baseball team is all the richer
To have Fred W
s a tree.
innefeld for its pitcher.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
MR. FREDERICK RITTER ..,...,....,..,.....,,.... Ernest Mallory,
MR. HUXLEY HOSSEFROSSE ,.................,..... Don Money
MR. SPINDLER ..........................,,..Y.,, Albert McColloum
MR. RALPH TWILLER ,,.............. ........... R alph Simpson
TEDDY SPEAKING ......................A.,. ,,,.,.,.. T om Maguire
MR. WATSON,' Stage Manager ,...,,,.,,,...,..... Philip Ross
MRS. PAULA RITTER ....,.,,. .....,,.,..D,,....... V irginia Maier
MRS. J. DURO PAMPINELLI ..,.......... QBetty jean Smith
MRS. NELLY FELL .,.........,,...,.,...,,....,. Alice St. Helens
Miss FLORENCE MCCRICKETT .....,.,..,, Barbara Wilson
MRS. CLARA SHEPPARD .,......,...,.,,.,.......... Martha Maris
JENNY fhouse maid at Ritter'sj ........ Elizabeth McCoy
MINoRs IN AUDIENCE, ACT Il-jean Riddle, Marjorie
Mason, Dorothy Meyers, Mary Tillman, Frank Nauta,
joseph Payne, james Raber, Bob White, Sam La Mar,
james Westover, Robert Stettler, Charles Sage, Mc-
COSTUMES-Virginia Landgraf, chairmang Emma
Putt, Virginia Strang, Marie Uehlein, james
Wishmeier, Robert Parr. A
MAKE-UP-Dorothy Syerup, chairmang Ann Abrams,
Harrietta Closson, Henrietta Crooke, Ellsworth
Handy, Ruth Rugh, Helen Stoshitch, Kenneth
Strattman, Jean Welty','Barbara Youngling.
PROPERTIES-james Merriman, chairman, Ruth
Rugh, Elizabeth Unversaw, Frances Sandford,
FINANCIAL-Treasurers, Henry Bruder, john Flick,
Alfred Kuerst, Frank Nauta, Anthony Petric,
Cord Oglesby. -
DIRECTOR .....,....,........,.,..,,, ,........, C lara M. Ryan
STAGE ................ ...............,.....,.,,., C helsea Stewart
ELECTRICIAN ,,.,.,., ,,.,,,.,.,...........,.... H erbert D. Traub
MUSIC .,.............. ....... F rederic Barker, Raymond Oster
THE TORCH BEARERS
By GEORGE KELLY
DRESS REHEARSAL TRIALS
"-Oh, Jenny, didnyt you know the curtain was
up?" calls Miss Ryan as the maid fails to appear.
"Yes, but I was waiting for Mr. Ritter to take
off his coat," wails Elizabeth McCoy.
Graceful as a faun, Spindler, the property
man, bounds around cheerfully missing every cue.
Handsome, debonair, Huxley Hossefrosse
raves in the general direction of Florence Mc-
Crickett, the vexed wife. Finally, the play
within a play is over and Mrs. Pampinelli walks
out to take her bow. But the curtain falls with
a resounding bang and she is deprived of her
glory. That is the closing scene of the act, but
the actual curtain of the theater refuses to drop
and the cast stands bewildered. Miss Ryan
rushes on the stage, saying dramatically, "Con-
sider the curtain dropped-audience!" Sure
enough, it does drop-almost on her head.
Of course, the picture must be taken! Gor-
geous Howers are brought out. "That looks like
a funeral wreath," comments one.
This really is painful, judging from Mr.
Watsonis expression. Paula flashes a dazzling
smile, Teddy "looks sweet,'i Mr. Twiller twirls
his mustache, the villain and the stage hand
scowl. Fire! Another flashlight picture is over!
The last act goes beautifully, without a single
break. But we wonder how Nelly Fell will get
that white paste off her hair!
CHATS ON THIS AND THAT
Since early Spring
The Wind's been wooing
The dainty ladies of my garden.
At Hrst, he shyly touched
Their nodding heads-
But dared no more.
Summer came, and he grew bolder
And danced among them
Gayly kissing each velvet face.
Now, in September
He is so ardent a suitor
That they tremble at his coming
And softly steal away-
One by one.
ONE AND ONLY ONE
To be an only girl,
To some might seem a joy,
But if I could have my wish,
I'd choose to be a boy.
Every noon after lunch,
There are dishes to be done,
Mother calls for "Sister,"
But never once, "My son."
When the baby on the lloor
Tires of playing with his toys,
All at once he cries out "Sister,"
Why can't he cry for one of the boys?
Every evening after school
The boys run out to play
Leaving Sister, in the house,
To help get supper right away.
Now I'm only a girl,
Of brothers I have four,
But I can hardly tell it,
For theylre always outside the door.
29 HELEN MARIE CLEMENTS.
When it falls, reminds me of
Light, airy music, intertwined
With soft colors that blend
It covers the ground with a soft
White blanket, leaving the
Bare black trees against a white
I like the snow.
A M. LOUISE MILBOURN.
A poignant, pulsing life surge drips
From April's limpid ringer tips
As o'er the greening earth she flings
New leaves, wee flowers, and budding things,
Glad tidings-Spring is born.
The fresh, moist sweetness of her breath
Brings answering victory over death
And April smiles where upturned sod
Reflects Life's fragrance back to God.
When April's sun and shadow meet
My heart leaps up anew to greet
Earth's Resurrection morn.
A GOOD BOOK
I'll take a good book
And seek a good nook
Where none may plague me or tease.
Then pass away time
With story or rhyme
And be content and at ease.
I'll read about fairies
And cats and canaries
And of lands far over the sea.
I'll read of a land,
Our own native strand,
The home of the brave and the free.
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THE TECH TEAM
ended its 1932 football schedule by defeating
the Shortridge squad with the score of 40 to 0.
In the North Central Conference Tech finished
in second place, winning three of the four
games. Muncie won the conference crown.
Newcastle furnished the-opposition for the
first game, September seventeenth, Tech win-
ning, 18 to 0. Elwood lost to Tech for the first
home game, 19 to O, September twenty-third.
Bloomington held Tech to a scoreless tie at
Tech's field, September thirtieth. Linton was
subdued, 6 to 0, at Linton, October seventh.
In the fifth game, at . Muncie, October
fourteenth, the Green and White received its
first setback, -13 to O. Manual gave Tech its
second defeat, October twenty-first, at the South-
siders' field bythe score of 15 to 7. Morton
of Richmond was downed, 13 to 2, at Rich-
mond, October twenty-eighth. Logansport, the
squad that held Muncie to a 0-to-0 tie, was
whipped by a 46-to-7 count, November fourth
at Tech. .
The Washington Continentals won the city
seriescrown for the 1932 season when they
defeated Tech at thefButler Bowl, 25 to 7, this
was a'charity game, played on Armistice Day.
Tech broke into.the scoring column as it
scored a touchdown early in the first quarter.
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Washington made its first marker in the third
period to tie the score, 7 to 7. The last quar-
ter was the downfall for the Green and White.
Cherry, the Washington fullback, scored three
touchdowns. The final score was 25 to 7.
In the last game of the season, Tech defeated
its ancient rivals, the Shortridge Blue Devils,
November twenty-third, on the Tech field,
which looked more like a sea of mud than a
gridiron. Tech outplayed its opponents, win-
ning easily, 40 to 0.
With half of his regulars lost by graduation,
Coach john A. Mueller will have fifteen regu-
lars left to make a squad that will represent
Tech for the 1935 season.
MEET THE VARSITY
First Row: Nickerson, Bohne, Skoda,
Woerner, Barnes, Masarachia, Walker, Warner,
Second Row: Tearney, Windhorst, Pardue,
Dischinger, Somers, Fessler, Danner, Hen-
dricks, Bruder, Johnson, Edwards, Rabold,
Top Row: Coach john H. Mueller, Man-
ager Fred Gorman, McTurnan, Schreiner, Mur-
phy, Spaulding, Brown, Petrovich, Birk, Bland,
Van Cleave, Asst. Coaches-H. Meyer, H. E.
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TECH cross-country squad under the guidance
of Coach Paul E. Myers has completed its sea-
son with three victories and one defeat. This
record is noteworthy considering the newness
of most of the squad and the several substitu-
tions which were made, due to illness.
The Green and White harriers won their
meets from three diHerent schools as follows:
a triangular meet with Warren Central and
Manual, a win from Warren Central in a dual
meet, and a victory over Manual and Ben Davis
in a race held at Delavan Smith Field. '
Only two lettermen are on the squad of eight
runners which has represented Tech this past
season. They are john Thoeny, junior, and
Kenneth White, a senior. Thoeny's record is
outstanding since he has won every race during
the past season.
The Tech cross country team for the 1932
season consisted of the following men: john
Thoeny, David Behr, Robert E. Lee, Lewis
Bose, Kenneth White, Rolla Burghard, john
Andres, and Glenn Dunn.
Under the able leadership of ten boys, loud
and lusty yells were forthcoming from Tech
throats as their owners supported Tech teams.
Ray Snyder, Claude Coyne, Arthur Gentle-
man, Ray Hounshell, Marion Disborough, Al
Pugh, Don Money, Charles Brown, and Carl
Cotterman are the ranking members of the yell
team which is directed by Emory W. Bryan.
PLAY FOUR GAMES
Tech's freshman football team completed a
season of four games, winning one and losing
three. They outplayed a heavier Manual team
to turn in a 19-to-0 victory on November third,
but lost to Washington, 13 to 0, the afternoon
of October twenty-seventh, and November
tenth lost to Shortridge by a 19-to-6 score.
About sixty-five men reported for the first
practice, but, due to cuts and other reasons, the
squad at the end of the season was composed
of the following twenty-six boys: Leland Banta,
Karl Brauer, Frank Breiner, Harry Brown,
Bruce Burgess, Ernest Correll, William Dar-
naby, Pardie Faccone, Kenneth Gasaway,
Charles Gibbs, Forrest Hale, Dick Hardin,
Keith Jackson, Jack Jester, Otis Kissinger, Seth
Klein, Emmet McCleery, Thomas Osborne,
Jack Reedy, Lucian Renforth, George Shields,
Thomas Snyder, Don Staley, Bozidor Stoshitch,
George Urquhart, and Archie Wildman.
Front Row: Fred Henke, freshman foot-
ball, H. E. Chenoweth,,Houston Meyer, War-
ren Cleveland, football assistants. A
Second Row: Thomas Campbell, basket-
ball, Charles P. Dagwell, freshman basketball
and tennis, Reuben D. Behlmer, assistant basket-
ball and assistant track, John A. Mueller, foot-
ball and baseball, Paul E. Myers, track, Fred
"You see, I'd just gotten back to my lodg-
ings in the city from South Africa, and I was
going through all the accumulated mail-it's
a grand thing to know that your friends haven't
"As if anyone could forget you. But, go on,
man, go on!"
"I was going through the mail, when lo and
behold! there was an announcement of the mar-
riage of my most beauteous and beloved cousin,
Celeste, to that lucky dog, Benson."
"Thank you. To continue-when I saw the
date, I knew I'd no time to lose, so I threw a
few things together and caught the two-thirty-
two. When I got off at the station, I thought
I'd surprise you and so I walked out instead of
phoning you. a I was just passing under the old
maple when all of a sudden it was blotto for
Robin! But I don't really see how-"
"Oh, it was Timothy, as usual," Celeste was
"Yes," Aunt Anne explained. "He was a
present from your Uncle Geoffrey."
','He has the vilest temper of any cat I've
ever seen," sniffed Celeste. "Why, he crouches
in that old maple and pounces on any stranger
who goes underneath itf' S
"And, Robin," broke in Aunt Anne, "do be
careful if you go into. the library. Timothy's
rather fond of, sleeping on those bookcases be-
side the east doorf'
Celeste bounded from her chair and seized
Robin by the hand. "You haven't seen my
wedding gifts yet. Come on! I'll show you.
They're in the libraryf'
Robin gave a cautious glance at the bookcases
as he stepped inside the library. Fine! The
redoubtable Timothy was nowhere to be seen.
"I say! You have a lot of gifts. Why, I'll
bet you've got every spare table in the house
loaded with things in heref'
After a lengthy circuit of the various tables,
Celeste stopped at one near the door by which
they had entered.
"Look, Robin, isnit this a peach?" She ex-
hibited a jade pendant on a thin, antique chain.
"Rodney sent it from China."
"Good Heavens! That must be worth quite
a bit. Isn't it rather careless to leave all these
valuables like this?"
"Oh, I don't know. But we're having a
couple of detectives come down tomorrow
morning to keep an eye on them till after the
A STORY fcontinued
The mellow, insistent bong, bong, bong of
the stately grandfather's clock in the corner put
an end to their talk.
Celeste gave a small shriek. "Mercy! Look
what time it's got to be already. We'll have
to rush and dress or we'll be late for dinner.
You'll have your old room, Robin, Carstairs
has taken up your bag. Come on, I'll race
Robin strode down the hall. Yes, this was
the room. He opened the door.
"Well, Iill be jiggeredli' He stared.
Paws daintily tucked beneath him, the tem-
peramental Timothy gazed at him with all the
imperturbability of a Buddha from the center
of his dinner jacket. '
Good night! He'd have to get the beast out
of the way before he could dress. What to do?
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Nice kitty! Come
to Uncle Robin, kitty." He pursed his lips
and made that wheezing sound to which animals
"Come, kitty, kittyf, He added under his
breath, 'lYou little devilf,
Timothy evidently failed to hear this last, for
majestically and with a dignity possible only to
a cat, he rose, stretched, and with a soft thud
dropped to the floor on his India-rubber paws.
Arching his back, he picked his way toward
Robin's outstretched hand, purring with all the
fervor of a perpetual motion machine.
"Kitty, kitty." Timothy cocked his head to
one side and stretched his neck until he could
sniff the proferred hand. Reassured by what
he scented, he advanced and began to rub
against Robirfs legs.
Calmly, so as not to arouse that uncertain
temper that lurked between those luminous
eyes, Robin stepped warily backward, enticing
him to the door, and, when he was outside,
slammed it shut, barely missing a long, beautiful
Timothy gave the equivalent of a feline sniff
of contempt and stalked down the hallway in
search of someone who would better appreciate
his friendly overtures.
Dinner was over and the family and guests
had gathered in the sitting-room when Car-
stairs entered and made his way to Aunt Anne.
"There's a person at the door, ma'am, who
says he's from the detective agency. Shall I
show him in?'i
"Detective agency? Are you sure? Yes,
show him in, Carstairsf'
The butler was back in a moment with a
from Page 6,
'Tm O'Connor from the Whitlock-Deeping
Agency, Mrs. Leeds."
"But I don't understand. Mr. Whitlock said
that two men would be down in the morningf'
"I know, ma'am, but he thought I had better
come down this evening. He'll send the other
men in the morning."
"Very well. Carstairs will show you where
to stay. The gifts you are to watch are kept
in the libraryf,
The man's face was vaguely familiar to Robin,
and for some reason it inspired a sense of dis-
trust. Where had he seen him before? How-
ever, he dismissed the thought with a shrug.
It probably didnit matter anyhow.
It was a little after eleven when the group
broke up. Passing the library door, Robin no-
ticed it was slightly ajar. "Careless of them,"
he muttered and started to shut it.
Swish! He glanced down just as Timothy
bounced into the library. "Aha!" an unholy
gleam filled his eyes. 'You won't bother me
tonight," and he slammed the door shut.
Robin sat up in bed. Had he been dreaming,
or were those real shouts that had awakened
"Help!" A man's agonized voice came from
below. Jumping from the bed, Robin snatched
up a robe. The cries continued. He opened
his door simultaneously with the opening of
doors all along the hall. Heads popped out,
eyes blinking in alarm. Someone switched on
the light. g
"Oh, Robin, what is it?" Celeste in a scarlet
negligee came running toward him.
"I don't know. Itls downstairs. Probably
in the library. Follow me," he shouted to the
man, and, armed with an umbrella snatched
from a nearby stand, he plunged down the
The cries were issuing from the half-open
library door. Summoning his courage, Robin
stepped inside the door, felt for the switch, and
turned on the light.
!'Great Scott!" Robin blinked. For a repe-
tition of that disastrous scene of the afternoon
in which he had been an involuntary participant
greeted his eyes.WHopping alput in his bare
feet and howling like a wounded dog was the
detective, O'Connor, with a hissing, scratching,
malignant-eyed Timothy perched on his head.
"Take it away," he frantically pleaded.
Robin rushed forward and made a grab for
the cat. The man continued howling. Blood
crept down his face from several scratches.
"I say!" Robin felt a great light dawning
upon him. "A couple of you fellows had bet-
ter catch hold of him and donlt let him gof'
He carefully deposited the spitting Timothy on
the floor and saw him retreat to a distant cor-
ner to regain his ruflled composure.
"Celeste, is there anything missing?"
She quickly scanned the tables and her eyes
came to rest upon the one containing the
"Oh, Robin," she wailed, "Rodney's pendant.
It's gone. And a watch. And-"
"Never mind." Robin felt like Sherlock
Holmes on the verge of disclosing to an awed
assembly the solution that only a great brain
could detect. "Never mind." .
He approached the detective and ran a swift
hand through his pockets. "Ah-ha! just as I
thought!" The group stared as he produced
the missing articles. "A thief!"
Timothy settled himself more comfortably
in the cushion. People were silly things. Thank
heavens they were gone! Why, you'd think that
he'd done something great-the fuss' they'd
made over him. jumping upon that obnoxious
stranger who had come prowling into the
library and awakened him was nothing. To
think that the fellow had been' a thief! And
what was more disgraceful was to hear that
brazen Robin say that he had seen the man in
a police court when he was up for speeding.
Positively disgraceful! Might as well go to
sleep. He'd have a battle on his hands tomor-
row with that vulgar, thieving cat down the
road which was forever stealing his salmon!
A oaowoeo STREET CAR
fCofzlinued from page 162
Cabin Inn. You should have seen the swell-
lookin, fella I met! We got home at exactly
s n ,
"That Spartan? Well, my dear lad, she
flunked me twice! That unnecessary portion
of creation is just like sin. She is a respector
of no persons. Why-T'
"Depauw Avenue! Depauw Avenue!
"Willie, I shall .shake the stuffings out of you
in one minute! You big, spoiled baby. Stop
that whining, or you'll wish you had."
"Yes, the father just made twenty-fivedollars
a week and in his will, he left+,'
"State Street! 'State Street! Everybody off!
End of the line!"
WILMA c. MCCALLIAN.
HOUR GLASS GLEANINGS
Ecl-loss OF CAMPUS Gossip
SEPTEMBER 6-"A little learning is a danger-
ous thing." So we've come back for more. The
first day of school-and such wonderful
changes! The Arsenal remodeled, new walks
criss-crossing the campus like the strips on a
Dutch apple pie.
SEPTEMBER 12-Rained all day. Lewis Bose
sprinted across a huge puddle when he could
have used our new walks, but then, he's a track
star, you know.
SEPTEMBER 17--First game on the gridiron.
Beat Newcastle as a good start.
SEPTEMBER 19-Another rainy Monday! Life
is just a series of cloud-bursts.
SEPTEMBER 28-Freshman Parents' Tea-the
first of its kind and something Tech shall al-
ways remember with pride. Did we see Chuck
Reed there? Yes, but he was a part of the en-
tertainment, and a most important part.
SEPTEMBER 30-CANNON Day. The first is-
sue came out-a big surprise. The CANNON
sponsored a gala auditorium, too.
OCTOBER 3-And still it rains. We are hav-
ing ample opportunity to appreciate our walks.
Jerry Holman wore his trousers half-mast.
OCTOBER 6-The Stratford Literary Club had
such an interesting Riley program today.
OCTOBER 7-The newest wrinkle in men's
fashions seems to be these brightly colored fur-
nace gloves. Orange ones like Herbert Hunts
predominate at the football games.
OCTOBER 10-Yes, it rained again. I bought
a CANNON coupon book from Edith Marie
Overtree. Didn't we all?
OCTOBER 11-First grades. Carol Helser set
a high goal for all to attain.
OCTOBER 19-The cast of the senior play
for the L-to-Z division was announced today.
It's to be a rollicking comedy. Tomorrow be-
gins a vacation. Teachers, Convention.
OCTOBER 21-Manual defeated Tech today,
but even the brilliant red and white shoes of
the opponents' yell-leaders couldn't trample our
spirits. We know our team!
OCTOBER 24-The sun shone today and on a
Monday, too! And Bill Robertson without his
boots! This certainly can't go on.
OCTOBER 27-The senior officers were offi-
cially announced today.
OCTOBER 28-The R. O. T. C. boys joined
in the festive welcome for President Hoover.
NOVEMBER 1-Rained today instead of yes-
terdayj I knew it would.
NOVEMBER 2-Will we ever forget Mr.
White and his dashing caballeros at the program
for the reception of parents of mid-course stu-
dents? Incidentally Mr. White's shirt was deli-
cately tie-dyed, and those stage-craft boys are
wonders. Did you notice the life-like Western
pony they somehow evolved?
NOVEMBER 4-Another football victory-
this one over Logansport. We like to see the
points pile up like that.
NOVEMBER 7-Were all ready to cast our
votes for a senior play candidate. We wouldn't
miss seeing "Torch-Bearersl' for anything.
NOVEMBER 8--Big day! National election,
our own election for senior play favorite-
Teddy won, you know-and, report cards to
top it all for spoil itj.
NOVEMBER 10-Liveliest pep session yet-
for Tech-Washington benefit game.
NOVEMBER 11-In many ways Tech renewed
the memory of Armistice Day. We all were
impressed by the beautiful services at the Audi-
torium, were proud that our R. O. T. C. boys
marched in the Armistice parade, and cheered
for victory at the Tech-Washington benefit
game. We lost, but the aid given the unem-
ployed repaid all efforts.
NOVEMBER 15'-Well, it snowed today and
out came the ear-muffs. McCord -Oglesby
passed this one day without that-laugh. Is
that a threat or a promise?
NOVEMBER 17,-Bake Shop day again. That
boys' cooking class is a whiz. Chester Mc-
Dermet is going to be a chef.
NOVEMBER 23--Such a game, such mud,
and what a runner, that Jimmy Walker. The
tableau of the Angelus presented at the Audi-
torium inspired all of us.
DECEMBER 2-The "torch'! was certainly
borne high. And that second act! The mere
mention of it brings convulsions of merriment.
DECEMBER 7-The open house for the senior
parents today gave opportunity for the formal
adoption of the class colors.
DECEMBER 12-Al Pugh must have shot a
bear. With that coat he really should hibernate.
DECEMBER 13-Did you buy your campus
DECEMBER 16--With the visions of Christ-
mas in many lands lingering in our memories,
our Christmas should be a happy one. Now,
for some snowy vacationing.
JANUARY 2-Back to school just in time to
start breaking New Year's resolutions.
JANUARY 15-CANNON sponsors dance, on
Friday the thirteenth! not superstitious, are we?
JANUARY 16-We greet the school with our
upersonalityi' CANNON magazine.
CN TECH'S WALL STREET
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When music's in the air,
joy's not wanting there.
What Tech program would
be complete without the
contributions of the Music
department? Music pre-
sents a splendid future,
Tech offers valuable oppor-
tunities in this art. '
Are you clever, or do
you want to be? In either
case the English depart-
ment can help you. The
arts of writing, the puzzles
of grammar, the subtleties
of dramatics, the persuasive
powers of advertising-all
these are offered in this
President of the United
States? No, you may not
aspire so high, but there's
much in just knowing how
to be a good citizen. For
past and present history, as
well as future outlook, con-
sult our Social Studies de-
It offers opportunities
not only for the future
farmer or chemist, but also
for the rabbit fancier, as-
piring apiarist, the boy or
the girl who wishes to raise
chickens, or the future
tired business man who
will enjoy an hour in his
garden at the close of a
hard day's work.
Chrgse were Qver as
they invented printing, but
-they couldn't hold a can-
dle to the work now being
done in this department.
This magazine isa "sample'l
of our work in drawing
A wide field for future
employment is that of
commercial work. This
department offers valuable
training in the fundamen-
tals of modern business
As the world grows
smaller, the cultured per-
son of today realizes more
and more the need for a
better appreciation of his
neighbors. To understand
one's neighbor, one must
read and speak his lan-
Related Auto Shop-
Each unit of the auto-
mobile is analyzed and
studied as to: fundamental
principles, types in use,
names of parts, materials
used, stresses on parts,
kind and type of bearings,
lubrication method and
kind, service adjustments,
permissible wear on the
parts, or required replace-
ments. Trade terms, math,
science, and "Safety,
Health, and Sanitationi'
are part of the course. '
"Man cannot live with-
out cooksf' Nor can he
live without the seamstress
or the nurse. In many
ways the Home Economics
department directly pre-
pares girls for future work.
Department of Fine Art-
To add something to
the enjoyment of life, to
give a Qght knowlcglge for
the making of those artis-
tic judgments so necessary
to develop and train ex-
ceptional talent-these are
the aims and achievements
of the Department of Fine
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SQUIBS AND CRACKERS
I wish I could have:
The brain of George Messmer
The brawn of Pat Fessler
The grin of jimmy Raber
The strength of Henry Bruder
The eyes of johnny Baker
The teeth of Jimmy Walker
The hair of Charles Miller
The dimples of Paul Bruner.
Some day a popular song writer will give us
"The Automobile Bluesl' in four flats.
Charles Sage: I fell against the piano but
it didnlt hurt me.
john: How come?
Charles Sage: I fell against the soft pedal.
Buck Goble: Have you heard the story about
Buck: It's a beautiful tail.
A person I respect
And never could hoot
Is one who can gracefully
Eat a grapefruit.
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Lost-An umbrella by a girl with a broken
A freshman puzzled Miss Harter and her as-
sistants the other day by asking for the book,
"The Dentists' Infirmary." After much ques-
tioning it was revealed that the book he wanted
was "Dantes Inferno."
Charles Johnson says a skeleton is a man with
the insides taken out and the outside taken off.
214 Pk 114
Al Barker is so bright his mother looks at
him through smoked glasses.
Marjorie Steward: Shall I sing for you?
Helen: Have you a song with a refrain?
Marjorie: Of course.
Helen: Then please refrain.
THE HISTORY CLASS
I went to history class
It was on Monday morning
And, believe me, I was scared.
I honestly don't see how
One class could be so dumb
But all of us were acting
As though our brains were numb.
Katherine Hedges was trying
To scrape polish off her nail,
La Donna Lofton was sitting
Tense and scared and pale.
Neil Whitney bit his finger,
Dick De Tarr tried to hide,
David Fowler was wondering
just when Washington died.
julia Chambers couldn't think
When the jay Treaty was made:
John Logan couldn't figure
just what the President's paid.
And then it was my turn,
But, oh, the praises be,
The bell rang just as
The teacher got to me.
Charles Pringle's idea of political economy-
splitting your vote.
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WHAT THEY INTEND TO BE
Neil Whitney wants to be a street car con-
ductor so he can ride uptown free.
Carol Helser wants to work in a candy store.
We wonder why.
Ward Hughes can't decide whether to be an
aviator or a mathematician. He says either of
them would have him in the air.
Ruth Huettlin is going to be a chemist. You
just can't talk that girl into believing the
moonis made of cheese. She wants to take it
apart and End out.
When asked what occupation the presidents
were engaged in, john Logan replied, "Cabinet-
"Forget and Forgive." But most folks are
more for getting than they are for giving.
MUCH TABOO ABOUT NOTHING
I FAVORITE THEME SONGS
I For rainy days: "I Wish I Had Wingsf,
Before grades: "Pleasef'
After grades: "Say It Isn't So."
In lunch line: "For lim Still just Rolling
To our teachers who gave us Dis: "Is That
the Human Thing to Do."
Ted Jones, Tech's own saxophone genius:
"I Was Born on a Farm Down in Iowayf,
A straight A plus card: "just Another
The Tech campus for the dogs: "Paradisef'
j To students who didnt buy a CANNON:
"Are You Sorry?"
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WHAT WE'D LIKE TO KNOW
' Have you ever seen CLYDE when he wasn't
, in a Fooc?
I CHARLOTTE without GEORGE?
Does TOM like ham-BERGER?
j Is JOAN a BAKER?
Will ELLA ever be MAYER?
Charles Miller's brown derby, john Logans
polo coat, Bob Ferguson's new perfume, Andre
Hundley's muffler, Bob Hubbard's canvas
gloves, Herbie Hunt's car, and john Salidays
1 live-colored sweater.
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I How can girls write so fast with their short-
I Teacher: In what respects had the Latins
I an advantage over us?
j Vida Clarkson: They didn't have to learn
I And now Dick Humphreys thinks his kid
I sis is taking a course in "domestic silence."
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Mr. Shirley, in Economic Geography: When
was beef the highest?
Whisper in back of the room: When the
cow jumped over the moon. '
During the big snow Clark Russell pulled a
new excuse for tardiness. He said that they had
to push the bus five blocks.
Where, oh where, have the mud puddles gone,
Where, oh where, can they be?
For I've looked all over the Arsenal lawn,
And not a one can I see!
Oh, sure there are lakelets of raindrops
Galore, to be found around here,
But not one of those slimy muddle-do-slops
That we used to dread and to fear!
For all of our puddles of water it seems
Have bottoms of "genuine" rock,
Since the answer has come to all of our dreams,
And really true walks have been docked.
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Would you throw a rope to a drowning
lemon just to give a lemon-ade?
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THEIR FAVORITE WORDS.
Paxine St. Helens-"Look at I."
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We like to see the cars run and the time fly,
but on rainy days we would rather see the ce-
I love you, I need you,
What's all the fuss?
Oh I was just speaking
To my single A plus.
Margaret Alabam: Whewl these stairs get
Maxine Holt: That's funny, they get me
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Frank Nauta thinks that the offices of treas-
urer and sergeant-at-arms should be combined
to collect dues from some of the seniors.
English teacher, taking a blank sheet of paper
from a student: Why, where is the mystery
story I assigned?
Stude: That's the mystery-to find the story.
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