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

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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 way! 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 been reviewed. 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! F LASHES 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!! BETTY srnz. 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 really--H Move up, move up front! Will the line move up some, please? Transfer? Capitol Avenue? -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 I6

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STAFF 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 Assignment Wr'iters: Dorothy McKinney Betty Schellschmi dt Mary McColloch Jesadean Maurice Reporters ............. George Messrner Lois Stevens jeanetta Fields Harold Cooper Frances Patton Gertrude Wood Gertrude Walsh BUSINESS STAFF 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 ADVISORY BOARD Organization and policies, Miss Mabel Goddard, head of the English department, directing sponsor, Miss Ella Sengenbergerg circulation, Werner Monningerg printing, G. R. Barrett. PHOTOGRAPHS First Group ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,...,,,,,.......,,,.,....., Print Shop Boys Second Group ....... ........i. A rsenal Cannon Staffs Third Group ,,.,.,,,. ....... M agazine Art Editors I5 Fourth Group ....... ............ M agazine Artists

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OF FACT KEEPING HOUSE 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 housekeeper. 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 went along. 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: BREAKFAST Fried Eggs DINNER Fried Eggs SUPPER Fried Eggs 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, red. 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. HAROLD CALBERT. MY BOOKS 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. GRACE mmcuirn.