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

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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 roses 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. ROBERT RESINER. KING WINTER 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. EDITH EDMONDS. ' M AND TRIOLET 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 g c . 1 I Y 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

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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.

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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 own! ' 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. i'Su1'e, but-U 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, too. She shuffled into the room bearing in her ample arms a ball of animated fur. IConlinz1ed on page 242