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

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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- COMMITTEES 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, Richard O'Connell. FINANCIAL-Treasurers, Henry Bruder, john Flick, Alfred Kuerst, Frank Nauta, Anthony Petric, Edward Wischmeier. Cord Oglesby. - STAGE STAFF 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!

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PEN POINTS CHATS ON THIS AND THAT LOVE AFFAIR 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. KATHERINE HERBERS. 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. THE SNOW The snow When it falls, reminds me of Many things- Light, airy music, intertwined With soft colors that blend Harmoniously. It covers the ground with a soft White blanket, leaving the Bare black trees against a white Background. I like the snow. A M. LOUISE MILBOURN. APRIL 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. BETTY SCHELLSCHMIDT. 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. MARCELLA WIRE.