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

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,,A,lf-Z ' Tx E ffm iff THE TECH TEAM ended its 1932 football schedule by defeating the Shortridge squad with the score of 40 to 0. In the North Central Conference Tech finished in second place, winning three of the four games. Muncie won the conference crown. Newcastle furnished the-opposition for the first game, September seventeenth, Tech win- ning, 18 to 0. Elwood lost to Tech for the first home game, 19 to O, September twenty-third. Bloomington held Tech to a scoreless tie at Tech's field, September thirtieth. Linton was subdued, 6 to 0, at Linton, October seventh. In the fifth game, at . Muncie, October fourteenth, the Green and White received its first setback, -13 to O. Manual gave Tech its second defeat, October twenty-first, at the South- siders' field bythe score of 15 to 7. Morton of Richmond was downed, 13 to 2, at Rich- mond, October twenty-eighth. Logansport, the squad that held Muncie to a 0-to-0 tie, was whipped by a 46-to-7 count, November fourth at Tech. . The Washington Continentals won the city seriescrown for the 1932 season when they defeated Tech at thefButler Bowl, 25 to 7, this was a'charity game, played on Armistice Day. Tech broke into.the scoring column as it scored a touchdown early in the first quarter. K W ax., f- V V' wqaymw. 5 5 Nyalffx 1 i ' 4 G 2' it H w -la-sa... fgt-1-D .24-f X af xv T m '?f'1:5g91 ff - 1-' affix, 5, eg Qtj, -f n - fr s 1, Y ,.,..J S ..... is VARSITY Washington made its first marker in the third period to tie the score, 7 to 7. The last quar- ter was the downfall for the Green and White. Cherry, the Washington fullback, scored three touchdowns. The final score was 25 to 7. In the last game of the season, Tech defeated its ancient rivals, the Shortridge Blue Devils, November twenty-third, on the Tech field, which looked more like a sea of mud than a gridiron. Tech outplayed its opponents, win- ning easily, 40 to 0. With half of his regulars lost by graduation, Coach john A. Mueller will have fifteen regu- lars left to make a squad that will represent Tech for the 1935 season. MEET THE VARSITY First Row: Nickerson, Bohne, Skoda, Woerner, Barnes, Masarachia, Walker, Warner, Aull, Flajs. Second Row: Tearney, Windhorst, Pardue, Dischinger, Somers, Fessler, Danner, Hen- dricks, Bruder, Johnson, Edwards, Rabold, Owings, Parnell. Top Row: Coach john H. Mueller, Man- ager Fred Gorman, McTurnan, Schreiner, Mur- phy, Spaulding, Brown, Petrovich, Birk, Bland, Van Cleave, Asst. Coaches-H. Meyer, H. E. Chenoweth, Warren Cleveland. A 30

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You see, I'd just gotten back to my lodg- ings in the city from South Africa, and I was going through all the accumulated mail-it's a grand thing to know that your friends haven't forgotten you. As if anyone could forget you. But, go on, man, go on! I was going through the mail, when lo and behold! there was an announcement of the mar- riage of my most beauteous and beloved cousin, Celeste, to that lucky dog, Benson. Flatterer! Thank you. To continue-when I saw the date, I knew I'd no time to lose, so I threw a few things together and caught the two-thirty- two. When I got off at the station, I thought I'd surprise you and so I walked out instead of phoning you. a I was just passing under the old maple when all of a sudden it was blotto for Robin! But I don't really see how- Oh, it was Timothy, as usual, Celeste was indignant. Timothy? Yes, Aunt Anne explained. He was a present from your Uncle Geoffrey. ','He has the vilest temper of any cat I've ever seen, sniffed Celeste. Why, he crouches in that old maple and pounces on any stranger who goes underneath itf' S And, Robin, broke in Aunt Anne, do be careful if you go into. the library. Timothy's rather fond of, sleeping on those bookcases be- side the east doorf' Celeste bounded from her chair and seized Robin by the hand. You haven't seen my wedding gifts yet. Come on! I'll show you. They're in the libraryf' Robin gave a cautious glance at the bookcases as he stepped inside the library. Fine! The redoubtable Timothy was nowhere to be seen. I say! You have a lot of gifts. Why, I'll bet you've got every spare table in the house loaded with things in heref' After a lengthy circuit of the various tables, Celeste stopped at one near the door by which they had entered. Look, Robin, isnit this a peach? She ex- hibited a jade pendant on a thin, antique chain. Rodney sent it from China. Good Heavens! That must be worth quite a bit. Isn't it rather careless to leave all these valuables like this? Oh, I don't know. But we're having a couple of detectives come down tomorrow morning to keep an eye on them till after the wedding. TIMOTHY SAVES A STORY fcontinued The mellow, insistent bong, bong, bong of the stately grandfather's clock in the corner put an end to their talk. Celeste gave a small shriek. Mercy! Look what time it's got to be already. We'll have to rush and dress or we'll be late for dinner. You'll have your old room, Robin, Carstairs has taken up your bag. Come on, I'll race you! Robin strode down the hall. Yes, this was the room. He opened the door. Well, Iill be jiggeredli' He stared. Paws daintily tucked beneath him, the tem- peramental Timothy gazed at him with all the imperturbability of a Buddha from the center of his dinner jacket. ' Good night! He'd have to get the beast out of the way before he could dress. What to do? Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Nice kitty! Come to Uncle Robin, kitty. He pursed his lips and made that wheezing sound to which animals usually respond. Come, kitty, kittyf, He added under his breath, 'lYou little devilf, Timothy evidently failed to hear this last, for majestically and with a dignity possible only to a cat, he rose, stretched, and with a soft thud dropped to the floor on his India-rubber paws. Arching his back, he picked his way toward Robin's outstretched hand, purring with all the fervor of a perpetual motion machine. Kitty, kitty. Timothy cocked his head to one side and stretched his neck until he could sniff the proferred hand. Reassured by what he scented, he advanced and began to rub against Robirfs legs. Calmly, so as not to arouse that uncertain temper that lurked between those luminous eyes, Robin stepped warily backward, enticing him to the door, and, when he was outside, slammed it shut, barely missing a long, beautiful whisker. Timothy gave the equivalent of a feline sniff of contempt and stalked down the hallway in search of someone who would better appreciate his friendly overtures. Dinner was over and the family and guests had gathered in the sitting-room when Car- stairs entered and made his way to Aunt Anne. There's a person at the door, ma'am, who says he's from the detective agency. Shall I show him in?'i Detective agency? Are you sure? Yes, show him in, Carstairsf' The butler was back in a moment with a somberly-garbed individual.