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

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LM .Www-,-m,,,, . , WY.. TO THOSE 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 into port. To the faculty, with due respect, our thanks for the D's we did not receive. To the freshmen, the bell in the Arsenal tower. To the sophomores, space in front of the lunch room. 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- gust-- sour grapesfl james Collins, to any and all freshmen, his power to conjugate Spanish verbs in the wrong tense. 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 I class. Don Breedlove, his pencil-written essays, to more fortunate English classes where they are accepted. Dorothy Cheezum, an emergency fund of one hundred field goals, to girls taking gym. Doris Brady, a snappy tap dance, to May Winkler. Margaret Breitenbach, her ear-rings, to Rose- mary Damaree. Ethel Cook, her excess giggles, to a down- hearted freshie. TO WHGM IT BEING UNSPARINGLY OUR 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 poor grades. Ralph Terrell, his orange ties, to any aspiring Rhinie who may consider his appearance en- hanced thereby. 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 other contortionist. 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- ican history.

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,W A ,ff 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 OLD FAITHFUL 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 good-naturedly asked. 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- loved plane. i'Old Faithful to the last,'J he muttered and walked away.

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MAY CCNCERN 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- mediate attention. 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- ciplined soldiers. Henry Bruder, some snappy interference and a one-hundred-fifty-yard shot-put, to athletic aspirants. 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- tion unnecessary. Howard Chandler, a shyness, to the campus rowdies. Walter Terry, to some envious rookie, a half dozen stripes. 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- pirants. Betty Burkle, experience as wardrobe mis- tress for the Girls, Glee Club, to any one in need. Dorothy Hinchman, a sure aim with a paper wad-consequences not guaranteed, to a mis- chievous sophomore. 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 pinch. 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 for another. 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 Giggling Girlie. Earl Teare, various tried recipes, to pupils of hearty appetites. Bob Thomas, his big brass horn, to all pic- colo players. 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.