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

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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

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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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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, jack Cronin. 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 Beauty Shoppe. 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- garet Loudon. 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- diana. 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 the world. Charles Taylor, millionaire commission man, and Victor McKinney, one of the worlds great captains of industry, are greeting old friends.