Arsenal Technical High School - Arsenal Cannon Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)
- Class of 1937
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September 7-Up early this morning, back to
September l2-l voted today, l know l'm not
twenty-one, but it was for senior officers.
September 26-The senior officers were in-
October l4-l became a Tech Legionnaire-
most impressive assembly program.
October Zl-Today l attended the scholarship
meeting in the Student Center.
October 22-23-Sleep and more sleep, for stu-
dents, vacation! State Teachers' Associa-
November l4-Guest at Butler University for
the Butler-Western State game.
November l6-Attended the fall Cannon Ball.
November 20-Attended the L-Z division of se-
nior play, "Rollo's Wild Oat."
November 21-Nursed sore sides from laughter
of the night before.
November 30-Senior colors chosen -blue,
green, and white.
December 3-Voted for senior photographer.
December 4-Attended senior reception and
December 8-Senior Convocation-Dr. Y. G.
December l2-Class pins and rings put on dis-
lanuary 8-Dolled up and went to the Senior
Ianuary 22-Semester ended.
Ianuary 27-Beginning of my last semester in
April l6-Attended the A-K division senior
plays, "Londonderry Air," "Drums of
Oude," and "A Wedding."
April 20-Spring Cannon dance-floor show
and punch 1 l
May 7-Attended the spring senior class party.
May l4-Saw many of my friends in the "Sketch-
May 21-Helped celebrate Tech Supreme Day
which is the twenty-second. Attended
our last senior convocation.
May 22-Attended my first alumni association
affair. Certainly enjoyed the dance.
May 27-Iune Magazine out. lt's fun to see my
picture among the graduates. Somehow
it's hard to realize l'm really graduating.
May 28-Today was Senior Day on the campus.
Honor Day-and l received my long-
hoped-for college scholarship.
May 30-Attended the beautiful Vesper Service
this afternoon. Tried to choke down the
lump in my throat.
May 31-Vacation. Heard the races broadcast.
lune l-Tonight l was graduated.
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Above are shown thirty-nine of Tech's staff of forty-four commissioned officers and the military instructors. From
left to right they are:
First Row: Staff Sergeant Chester A. Pruett, Chief Instructor, Colonel Thomas Hawks, Major Harry Markus, Major
William Lay, and Sergeant Harry E. Smith, Assistant to Sergeant Pruett.
Second Row: Captains William Keller, Francis Foulke, Robert Compton, Adrien Hollinger, Robert D. Terry, Alphonso
Topp, Maurice Reed, and lohn Cretors.
Third Row: Captains Robert Coryell and Bill Dehn, and First Lieutenants Emory Bryan, Charles Tinsley, Louis Bruck,
Walter Sturm, Arthur Schultz, Donald Huffman, and Ralph Hall.
Fourth Row: First Lieutenants Iames Bowen and Iohn Hinch, and Second Lieutenants Utley Larkin, Eugene Kiser,
lvan Stoshitch, Eugene Pouder, Robert Tuttle, Louis Mclntosh, and William B. Iackson.
Fifth Row: Second Lieutenants Ioe Ferrer, Eddie Larrison, Lester LaPole, Don Merriman, Richard Morris, Roland
Reeder, Kent Newlin, and Iack Schaket.
Sixth Row: First Lieutenants William Steward and Robert Berry. Lieutenant Colonel Ferril Ressinger, Captains E. L.
Brown and Hobart Croucher, First Lieutenant William Davidson, and Second Lieutenant George Kutche are not shown.
Led by its staff of forty-four ca-
det officers and one hundred forty-four non-com-
missioned officers, the Tech R.O.T.C. unit strove
to win honor rating for the sixteenth consecutive
time in its annual spring inspection on May
twenty-fifth at the Tech athletic field.
The military band, under the direction of Mr.
Raymond W. Oster, turned out eighty-five
strong to do its bit toward making the inspec-
tion a success.
The R.O.T.C. unit of approximately seven
hundred fifty boys is under the direction of
Staff Sergeant Chester A. Pruett and Sergeant
Harry E. Smith. Sergeant Smith came to Tech
last semester after serving for many years with
Uncle Sam's military forces in the Orient. The
instructors and the nine companies worked to-
gether for an unbroken string of honor ratings
in the spring inspections.
one of the most successful seasons in recent
years as it piled up a record of eight wins to
three defeats for a percentage of .727 against
city and county freshman aggregations.
Members on the squad were Charles Berling,
Thomas Berry, lack Bradford, Frank Budden-
baum, Robert Burns, Iack Comer, Thomas
Dransfielcl, Richard Evans, Charles Howard,
Warren Huffman, lack Kramer, William C. Mc-
Gill, Robert Morrison, Iohn Pritchard, and Wil-
The season's record was as follows: Tech 25,
Warren Central 20, Broad Ripple l9, Tech 15,
Shortridge l5, Tech 13, Tech 32, Manual lU,
Tech 25, Washington 24, Tech 23, Cathedral 7,
Tech ll, Broad Ripple 9, Tech 20, Shortridge
16, Manual lU, Tech 9, Tech 23, Washington l0,
Tech 14, Cathedral l2.
Front Row, left to right: Carl Bohn, forward and guard, Millard Dobbs, forward, Marvin Hook, forward, Kenneth
Back Row, left to right: Coach Bayne D. Freeman, Iohn Higginbotham, guard, William Stonex, forward and cen-
ter, lack Richards, center, Louis Held, guard, Ray Holland, forward, Fred R. Gorman, athletic director.
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The basketball team, under the
direction of Coach Bayne D. Freeman, got off to
a good start, December fifth, by drubbing Koko-
mo, 25 to 16, but was slowed down considerably
when Frankfort stopped the Green and White
squad in the third contest. The boys did not seem
to start "clicking" again until the Sectionals,
when they went through with flying colors.
Carl Bohn, forward, lack Richards, center,
and Louis Held, guard, made the all-sectional
team, Bohn, the 5 foot 7 inch star, led Sectional
scorers by amassing a total of 41 points.
Ray Holland was the only member of the
Green quintet to be selected as an all-regional
Scores for the season were: Tech 25, Kokomo
16, Tech 34, New Castle 22, Tech 21, Richmond
31, Tech 25, Shortridge 15, Tech 23, Rushville
28, Tech 27, Logansport 41, fCity Tournamentl
Tech 20, Shortridge 24, fSectionalsJ Tech 49,
Warren Central 15, Tech 31, Broad Ripple ll,
Tech 27, Decatur Central 24, Tech 38, Ben Davis
13, fRegionalsD Tech 24, Plainfield 33.
Coached by Mr. Kenneth Barr, the reserve
basketball team with a streak of bad luck won
but three of its sixteen games.
Members of the squad who won acorn
awards are as follows: Marvin 1-look, Herbert
Allender, lim Evans, Forrest Risley, Richard
Samuelson, Robert E. Stone, Stanley Taylor,
Iames Tolin, and Raymond Von Spreckelson.
Teams registered on the season's card and
who were defeated by the Green and White
aggregation are New Castle, 20 to 19, Colum-
bus, 36 to 30, and Franklin, 27 to 26. Those
squads trouncing the Tech reserves are Frank-
fort, 26 to 18, Richmond, 36 to 15, Shortridge,
14 to ll, Rushville, 13 to 9, Iefferson of Lafay-
ette, 33 to 28, Connersville, 32 to 25, Muncie, 28
to 26, Marion, 28 to 18, Cathedral, 26 to 25, Shel-
byville, 22 to 15, and Anderson, 27 to 23.
Tech's freshman basketball squad, under the
able direction of Coach W. E. Rhodes, enjoyed
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Bottom Row, left to right: Guy Tate, Paul Willman, Kenneth Christensen, Roy Fulwider, Ivan Stoshitch, Iohn Grace.
Louis Held, Marvin Hook, Charles Shipman, George Clark, Iames Weaver, Norman Linne.
Top Row: Athletic Director Fred R. Gorman, Wilson Crawford, Earl Helms, Tommy Wilson, Lowell Christian, lack
Bradford, Houston Meyer, Walter Goodall, Lawrence Atkinson, Charles Morse, Raymond Lee, William Price, Kenneth
Beplay, Coach C. P. Dagwell.
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Unfavorable Weather conditions
consistently hampered the progress of the 1937
edition of Coach Charles P. Dagwell's baseball
nine early in the season.
Starting with only tour lettermen, Mr. Dagwell
whipped a team of rookies into winning shape.
At the time the Iune magazine had gone to
press, the Green and White pastimers were
boasting of a .600 average, having Won over the
Indiana State School for the Deaf, 7 to U, Ben
Davis, 19 to 2, and Richmond, 7 to 5, while drop-
ping encounters to the strong Decatur Central
aggregation, 4 to Z, and Manual of Louisville,
9 to 4.
Tech's most notable win was from the Rich-
mond Red Devils who had a two-year winning
streak of thirty-nine straight games. ln 1936 the
Red Devils had overcome the Green on three
The remainder of the tough schedule was as
follows: Shelbyville, Anderson, Deaf School, Ben
Davis, Louisville Manual, and Anderson.
Pitchers George Clark, Raymond Lee, and lim
Weaver, and Catcher Norman Linne formed the
batteries for Tech during the long campaign.
The editors wish to thank the
following people for their kind assistance and
advice in preparing this magazine for publica-
tion: Mr. Glen Hankins of the Drafting depart-
ment who, assisted by Arthur McCarty, Betty
Simon, and Dorothy Westbay, made the senior
layouts, Mr. Floyd Billington, Mr. Elliott French,
and the Tech Print Shop for printing the covers
and the senior names, Mrs. Roberta Stewart for
supervising the art Work, Mr. Herbert Traub for
all the campus photography except the double-
page spread, Miss Frieda Lillis for her advice
on the layout, and Alma Fisher and Paul Byr-
kett who assisted the layout editors.
We commend the Commercial Art students
for the art work on the title and division pages,
and for the sketches on the senior pages.
We wish to express our thanks to the follow-
ing members of the English department for act---- 1-1
ing as judges in the literature contest: Miss Ruth
Bozell, Miss Anna Brochhausen, Miss Gladys
Eade, Mrs. Ressie Fix, Miss Irene McLean, Mr.
D. C. Park, Miss Helen Thornton, Miss Margaret
Waters, and Mr. Bjorn Winger.
Bottom Row, left to right: Vernon Martin, Leroy Best, N. Ioe Crawford, Edward Reed, Farley Karns, Clifton -Meloy,
George Shatter, Tommy Wilson, Wilson Crawford, George Lyday, Warren Harvey, Carl Bohn, Robert Delrymple.
Second Row: William Farmer, Frank Kottlowski, David Pye, Russell Barnett, Robert Engelking, Cecil Kays, Iohn De-
vine, Kenneth Christensen, Walter Spiller, Richard Vogler, Ralph Monroe, Robert Pullen, Richard Miller, William Garrett.
Top Row: Freshman Coach Ross Lyons, Leland Badger, Robert Robertson, Paul Braden, Kenneth Watson, Coach
Paul E. Myers, Assistant Coach Reuben D. Behlmer, Bruce Mayhew, Russell Peterman, Iames McCormick, Harry Adkins,
Athletic Director Fred R. Gorman.
Undefeated in three dual meets
and the annual city track and field carnival, the
Tech cinder squad, coached by Mr. Paul E.
Myers, had successfully started its season as
the CANNON went to press.
Only five lettermen returned for further com-
petition this spring, and the team was hard hit
by the loss of veterans in the distance events,
but steady work overcame this handicap and
the tracksters opened their schedule by swamp-
ing Warren Central, lU9112 to 9112. Kokomo next
fell before the Green and White stride, 72 to 63,
then Wiley of Terre Haute met defeat, 69 to 54.
in the city meet the Green and White thinlies
won their fourth consecutive title, turning back
the four local rivals by piling up a total of 93
points. Shortridge, the runner-up, counted 61
As the lune magazine went to
press, the current crop of tennis players had
gone matchless, because of inclement weather.
Coach Robert L. Ball planned to use the fol-
lowing men this season: Carl Bohn, Elmer
Molique, Raymond Von Sprecklesen, and Iames
Three victories in its first four matches com-
prised the record of Coach Bayne D. Freeman's
golf team as the CANNON went to press.
The Green and White linksmen defeated
Batesville in their opening duel, 9112 to 2112, and
again in a return match, 10 to 2, overcame
Cathedral, 6112 to 5112: but fell before Shortridge,
7112 to 4112, for their lone defeat.
Members of the team were Arthur Wettle,
Wayne Montfort, Robert Laffey, Eugene Cox,
and Charles Frank.
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The Girls' Play Day, an annual event, was a
feature of the Supreme Day celebration May
twenty-first. Outstanding athletic abilities were
shown among the girls in the events and relay.
Blue, red, and white ribbons were given to girls
standing in first, second, and third places, re-
Following the events, a program was given
by girls in all classes of physical education, a
Maypole Dance being given by girls in the ad-
vanced gym classes. Stunts and games were
On its twenty-fifth anniversary
the Arsenal Technical Schools bequeaths a
great heritage to the boys and girls who will
come within its portals seeking knowledge. Of-
fering the richness of experience which it has
accumulated during its first quarter century of
growth, this great institution is now able to de-
velop the talents of its student body more com-
pletely than the past has ever permitted.
With this educational heritage, every student
who attends Tech becomes heir to its historical
past. In 1865, when Abraham Lincoln decreed
that seventy-six acres, then located one and
one-half miles east of the city of Indianapolis,
Indiana, should be used as an arsenal, he began
the romantic history of the Tech grounds. From
1865 until 1902 soldiers were housed in these
buildings. In April, 1903, the government aban-
doned the arsenal, and in 1912 the grounds were
first occupied by the Arsenal Technical Schools.
Grounds and buildings originally used to store
armaments are now used to train the youth of
the nation to strive for higher and finer goals
and to aid them in living broader and fuller
The first eight faculty members, under the
guidance of Milo H. Stuart, the first principal of
Tech, laid the foundation for another heritage
of Tech students-the Tech Spirit, that indefin-
able spirit of co-operation and friendliness
which every Techite recognizes as an invaluable
part of his school days. As it influences his
school life, so it will influence his adult life.
Thus Tech offers to her future students, even
as she has offered to boys and girls for the past
twenty-five years, a broad high school educa-
tion, an historical background of Worthy tradi-
tions and service, and the Tech Spirit to aid them
in living the best possible lives.
ALICE M. BOTTOMS
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AS DESCRIBED TO v1oLRr BY HER PARENTS Tl l6l1C'2
During the regime of the last
Czar of Russia, the market day fell on Sunday.
Every Sunday the peasants left their farms and
work to go to the city. On this day, the business
people set out their wares to sell to the frivolous
peasants. The peasant girls having sold their lin-
ens, butter, and eggs to the townspeople, went
on a shopping tour. First, they went to the jew-
elry stands where they decorated themselves
with cheap but colorful jewelry, and then they
turned to the Ferris Wheel.
This Ferris Wheel was similar to the ones we
know. It was made from rough hewn logs, with
open seats. The wheel was set in motion by two
men pulling on ropes. The wheel went faster and
faster, and often the peasants found themselves
hanging with their heads down. After a certain
number of turns the wheel was stopped and
ready for a new load of passengers, who were
Of course, after a wild ride such as this, the
people were quite ready for a cooling drink.
This drink was made of sweetened ice water
with a little strawberry or orange flavoring.
When mealtime came, the prosperous peas-
ants dined in state in a restaurant. The poorer
peasants bought some sugar and bread for their
lunch. Setting their food on the top of a kerosene
barrel in front of a store, they would proceed to
dip their bread in the sugar and eat it.
Later in the day, everyone, young and old,
rich and poor, gathered in the streets for danc-
ing and singing. Thus ended a market day in
They stole their way along the stair
These shadows, who were creeping there.
If I moved swiftly, so did they.
And when I tried some other way,
They followed me Where'er I Went
As if upon some errand bent.
But when I reached the bottom step,
The sunlight through the Window met
And greeted me with friendly cheer,
And made those shadows disappear.
A startled brilliance in the nearby grass
Quiets to let me pass,
And loath to miss that splendid thing,
I pause-a scintillating wing,
A scuttling tail of flame glided through the weeds,
Scattering the ripened seeds.
And through the thinning stems I see him there:
A glory on the air,
A bright metallic sheen of colored light,
Blinding my sight-
Scarlet and purple, crimson, gold, and blue,
The tall grasses part to let him through,
That crested knight, that luster-feathered king.
And I am left, remembering
An unforgettable thing.
My mind still stained with beauty, past and done,
As eyes hold light from looking at the sun.
He paul knelf of pan
KReply to Sandburg's "Iazz F antasia"l
Swelling, seething, surging song of jazzy bands,
Crawl back into your wretched wormy hole.
Destroy not my peace and quietness,
Nor distort my lovely spiritual dreams.
You irk my soul, you filthy product
Of drunken, rnaddened, senseless structures
Of cells and molecules-you wretch-
You labyrinth of noises from the kitchen.
When did man let you in? Yes, when?
Give me the divine music that flowed
From the harpsichord of Bach,
The serenades of Hungary and Spain,
And the romances of Tristan and Carmen.
Play for me, deathless sounds of the Ninth,
Until I am as deaf as your master.
Lull me on in romantic dreams,
Dear prodigy of Salzburg and Vienna,
Let me hear again strains from
The "Marriage of Figaro" and "The Magic Flute."
Oh, Pan, thy name hath been scorned!
ALBERT IORDAN SMITH
pered that Happy was either trying to hide a
man or shield him from the law. A criminal, per-
hapsl Soon the whole town was buzzing with
excitement. Happy must be harboring a crim-
Now, in the meantime, the kind old Happy
had noticed the sudden change in the citizens
of Rossville, and he was as much baffled at them
as they were at him. "It surely isn't anything l've
ever said to them that would make them feel
offended, for they are my friends. Why should
they shun me and be so frightened when I bring
them the mail each day? They actually run
away from me as if I were a thief. I wonder if
it is because of him."
He stopped a minute and then continued,
"No, they surely haven't seen him yet, for he has
never ventured out of my house during the day.
I wish I could tell them, but I promised him I
wouldn't until he had a chance to write to his
gang. He told me faithfully that it just wouldn't
do to let the town know that he is here, or else
they might go so far as to tear the very clothing
off his back. How I wish this was all overl It is
getting more dangerous and worse every day."
One day the post-office attendants were sur-
prised and astonished to hear Happy proclaim
in a clear voice as he entered the building,
"Folks, l'm leaving the mail service today for
There was a general commotion through the
crowd that had rather timidly collected in front
of the post office. Even Clansey, the old police-
man, was ready for an arrest if Happy tried to
make a false move. It seemed impossible that
Happy was leaving the mail service after thirty-
two years of steady working. They couldn't be-
lieve itl They didn't know whether to be sorry or
glad. Then, for one split second, everyone stood
quiet. If Happy was leaving the mail service, it
could mean only one thing. Happy was also go-
ing to leave towng not only that, but with a crim-
inal, too. The people of Rossville looked at one
another, then back at Happy. Each of them had
the same question in mind, but none of them
dared to voice it. Then, through the crowd came
the voice of Silas Marker, the storekeeper.
"Do ye mean that you're leaving the post
office for good?" he asked in a threatening
"Why, yes," answered Happy simply. "For
some time I have wanted to tell you that-," he
got no further, for again came the angry voice
of Silas Markeri
"We all know why you are leaving. You
needn't make up any excuse. We all know that
you have been harboring a criminal from the
police in your home. We've known it all along,
but we ain't going to stand for it. The jail is still
a mighty good place for people like you and
The crowd all nodded in assent, watching and
waiting anxiously for the reply that Happy
would give to that. The bewildered Happy stood
there for a second, his eyes searching the crowd
for an understanding. Then the full meaning of
it all dawned on him, and instead of begging
for mercy, as some of the people thought he
might, he began to laugh. At first it was kind of
a chuckle, then a roar. The citizens of Rossville
looked at one another in amazement. They
couldn't understand what possibly could be
funny at such a time. They looked at each other,
then back at Happy. Happy looked at them all
and laughed all the harder at their bewilder-
"Oh, friends," he said, when he had caught
his breath again, "you are all so wrong. So very
wrong. If you had only let me explain, this never
would have happened. You see, I really have
had a mysterious guest at my cottage for some
time. I have wanted to tell you, but I promised
him I wouldn't 'til he could be prepared. You
see, my mysterious guest was not a notorious
criminal, but my son, come home again. This
morning he boarded a train for Hollywood
where I am to meet him later before We start to
see the world. He has made a place for himself
in the world, and you may be surprised when I
tell you that my son didn't get on the train this
morning as Arther Dale Ir., but as a person alto-
gether new and different to Rossville, yet famil-
iar too. My son is none other than Howard Tay-
lor, the movie star.
"To-morrow I shall say good-bye to you.
Arther was sorry he did not see you. And he
told me to tell you that when he is no longer
famous, then he and I both will come back to
Rossville where we really belong and live the
remainder of our lives. But please forgive me if
I have been rude to you," he finished, looking
down into the surprised faces of his old friends.
"You see, being the father of a sought-after
movie star is dangerous business."
Happy smiled down at the little children be-
side him-such innocent, sweet, simple children
who still didn't understand what it was all about.
Then, putting his hands down deep into his
pockets, he said with almost a break in his voice,
for he really hated to leave his kind friends after'
so many years, "Now, you very little ones, what
would you say if I should find some candy for
you way down deep in my pockets?"
IOHN E. THOMAS
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Deep down, sometimes almost
forgotten, must surely lie a tender spot in every-
one's heart for the small town-the small town,
with its "Main Street," its few buildings, the pub-
lic square With the court house in the center, and
last, but not least, the happy, good-natured,
contented people that populate the little frame
houses, row upon row, on each small street.
In such towns, one can almost always find an
outstanding individual who is loved by every-
one. Sometimes it is a kind old lady or the town's
baker. Still other times it is a teacher, a child,
or an old man.
So it was in the town of Rossville, the most
beloved person that perhaps ever walked its
streets was the local postman. For years he had
been in the post-office service and for years,
ever since he had been in the service, the people
of Rossville all loved him. No other town could
boast of a better friend in need than could Ross-
ville with its simple and human postman.
Arther Dale was this postman's real name.
Yet since their earliest recollections, the people
of Rossville had always called their beloved
postman by the well-fitted nickname of "Happy"
No other title could have suited him better, for
he was always spreading his own brand of
happiness everywhere to men,women, children,
and even the dogs. There was no special rea-
son why Happy should be so happy, for his life
had not been as pleasant as it might have been.
When his wife died, years before, she had left
him with three small children-two girls and
one boy. Soon after this, the two girls grew ill,
and they, later, were laid side by side with their
mother on the little hill overlooking the town. For
many years, the kind old postman and his son,
Arther, lived happily together in their little white
cottage on the outskirts of Rossville. Then one
day as Happy and his son were walking home
together, the boy spoke. "Father," he had said,
and Happy could remember every word of it,
"I want to make a place for myself in this world,
so I am going to leave Rossvillef'
Happy had been shocked and hurt, his only
son was going to leave him for the big city. Yet
in his heart he knew that the boy should have a
chance at life, so scraping together his last pen-
nies, he sent the boy to New York, and later,
lost track of him. Some day, thought Happy, he
will return and together we shall see the world.
But he never had, and as the years continued to
slip by, people thought he never would.
Of course the people of Rossville all loved
Happy, and he loved them. Wherever he went,
contentment and gayness followed. Children
and dogs were his favorites. All along his route
both would follow him-the children, knowing
that somewhere hidden among the mysterious
folds of the nice postman's sack were choice bits
of candy, and the dogs, realizing that they
would always find a meal waiting for them at
the end of his route.
Like many small towns, the main recreation
was the movie next door to the Rossville Meat
Market. Every Saturday night, the residents of
the town would take their families to the movie.
Happy had been a few times, but he thought it
much more fun to sit in his garden and watch
the stars come out.
One day, as he was passing the theater, he
noticed large gilt letters plastered in a huge sign
over the doorway, which read, "Howard Tay-
lor, the New Idol of Millions of American Women
-In the Picture That Made Don Gable Famous
-'All-American Lover' with Glenda Rogers."
The words looked beautiful as they glittered in
the bright morning sunlight, and Happy smiled
one of his beloved smiles as he said to himself,
"What won't they do to make people come to a
moviel Yet there is something that fascinates
one when he does go. I do believe I'll come to
the picture Saturday." But he didn't.
It was that week that the people of Rossville
noted the change in Happy. No longer would he
allow the children to come for him in the morn-
ings when he delivered the mail. But if his
friends would meet him on the street, he would
seem the same as ever. He talked about the
weather, the new store, or the school. Yet they
noticed a queer look Come into his eyes the min-
ute they mentioned his home or something con-
nected with his house. It was a look of happi-
ness, at first, then of sorrow, and finally, of dis-
may. "What possibly could be wrong with him?
they asked one another.
The children were disappointed when they
found no candy for them in his sack, and when
they asked him, he replied that he must have
forgotten it in his hurry to be on time with the
mail, and that, perhaps, he would remember
to-morrow. But he didn't, nor the next day nor
the next. The people of Rossville could not un-
derstand what possibly was wrong. Then, like
a bolt of lightning a rumor sprang upl Several
times someone had seen a strange man enter
and leave Happy's house at night. lt was whis-
In the hunger of night for glow-
ing day, in the yearning of parched soil for
soothing rain, and in the craving of an aspen
for the wind's pursuit, I found fragments of my
longing for swift, smooth flight. I had no desire
to satisfy this longing by lifting frail, silver wings
against a deep blue sky or by urging a quiver-
ing needle to race from fifty to seventy-five miles
an hour. I wanted to fit my body to a springy
leather seat, to reach down with my legs till they
touched two firm dark pedals, to grasp a shin-
ing black tipped bar in eager hands. I-low I
longed to own, to ride, and to treasure a bicyclel
Night after night in the quiet darkness of my
room I saw maple-shaded streets, cinder-rough-
ened paths, and clover-scented roads, and
heard their clear insistent call-saw, heard, and
Every worth-while possession deserves a sac-
rifice. By passing up rich foods in favor of sim-
pler and less expensive dishes, by reading
about school basketball games instead of at-
tending them, and by making my best bib and
tucker do, I accumulated twenty-one dollars.
After a final recount of my treasury, I crammed
the bills into a small coin purse. Thirty minutes
later I strode into a downtown sporting goods
store. A vigorous, white-haired man advanced.
"What can I do for you?" he inquired.
"I'd like to see some bicycles," Ireplied.
"This way, please," the salesman invited. In
the rear of the store stood a brilliant fleet. My
guide's voice describing the different wheels'
merits flowed on. The time taken by these word
pictures offered me the chance to slip an inquir-
ing finger under the price tags. I immediately
decided that these steeds were too inexperi-
enced, too unaccustomed to long stretches of
pavement, too innocent in the ways of the world.
"Do you have any second-hand bikes?" I ven-
"Yes, Bill will help you. Take the stairs to the
right," my companion retorted in a tone of not-
too-well concealed disgust.
I followed the steps which led down into a
compact, modern workshop where a yonng man
was bending over a bicycle skeleton. As I en-
tered the room, Bill straightened up. "Hello," he
greeted me. "Want to look at some wheels?" I
nodded. Bill stepped into a storage room, I fol-
lowed. There between two boys' models my
bike stood. Slender and streamlined in design,
new in appearance, and serviceable in con-
struction, this wheel would have pleased even
the most exacting. Several minutes later I
marched out of the door minus twenty bills, but
far richer than I could have imagined in
thoughts of the open road.
I must have been born with an intense desire
to peddle over shadow-darkened dust. Else why
would the sight of spinning wheels compel me
to don a sport jacket and seek new paths to
conquer? A long, straight concrete strip lies un-
rolled before me. The steady rhythm of the
pedals stirs my blood. I want to lap up the miles.
I want to speed past dusty fence posts and not
glance back. I would like to race a locomotive.
Perhaps I might win. Fasterl Fasterl My gasping
lungs and twinging leg muscles make the world
a reality. A twist of the handle bar introduces
me to a rough, winding country lane. Curious
maple branches shake inquisitive fingers in my
face. A capricious breeze rumples my hair and
passes on to rock-white cherry blossom cradles.
While tracing tire patterns in damp, black soil,
I lose and find myself.
I looked in the mirror the other day,
And back at me looked a face so gay
With eyes the color of blueberry pie
A mouth too rosy ever to sigh.
But as I looked, it dawned on me
This was not I,
But my sister Marie-
When nights are warm and moonlight glosses
Orderly rows of ferns and mosses
Gracing the slopes neath the huge white dome
With which man replaced his adobe home,
As a coyote inspired by demons' criesg
From paths of mist in the starry skies
The phantom Don Antonia flies
Astride his favorite stallion's back.
And an old vaquero nods and says,
"Cursed is the Rancho Los Felezl"
BASED ON A TRUE STORY HEARD OVER THE RADIO
A moment of fumbling-then a
strong hand grasped the key of the small radio
transmitter in the rear of Bill Halstead's Repair
Shop. The hand belonged to Iames Elkins, Bill's
student, who was learning "the noble art of the
dots and dashes." Iim's ambition to become a
radio "Ham" had existed from the day, two
weeks before, when, in a moment of weakness,
Bill had suggested radio as a hobby. Yet Bill
did not regret volunteering to become Iim's in-
structor, for never had he been privileged to
have a more able student.
In these two short weeks, lim had mastered
the code and was well on his way to sending
and receiving efficiently. lim came of prosper-
ous parents, therefore, with the help of Bill, he
was soon building his own transmitter., Every
day saw lim hard at work on the rougher parts
of the set, while Bill adjusted the fine points. At
last the set was built, the license obtained, and
another career as a was begun.
Iim's first act as a licensed amateur was to
call his pal, Bill, who lived only four blocks
away. He experienced a thrill in the thought that
he was one of the great league of invisible com-
At the end of three months, Iim had built up
an acquaintance with more than one hundred
amateurs. He had come to know them by their
signals so that he could tell the different stations
by merely hearing their calls.
Dawn broke one morning to find him tapping
ceaselessly, trying to find someone with whom
to talk. He called W8LI..Z, Paul Williams of Hills-
boro, a small village on the banks of the great
Muskingum River. By chance he got a return to
his swift call. After the usual radio chatter, they
switched to voice so that they might hear one
another talk. Iim noted a bit of anxiety in Paul's
voice. When he inquired about it, Paul an-
swered, "There may be nothing to it, but we
have heard rumors that these recent rains have
weakened the Molmouth Dam. At least, I am
glad I laid in a new supply of batteries."
"lf you get any news, let me know, but I
wouldn't worry," lim flashed back.
At that moment the voice of Iim's mother sum-
moned him to breakfastp therefore, he was
obliged to sign off to indulge in one of his fa-
Back at his receiver he heard a frantic signal.
Realizing it was his call letters and recognizing
the peculiar sending of W8LLZ, he answered
swiftly and, without the usual preliminary rec-
ognition, Paul broke in excitedly. "The dam's
broken! Water is rising! I'm on the second floor,
so I am safe. Try to contact Pittsburgh Red
Cross. l'll sign off now. Please stay at your trans-
With mingled feelings Iim turned to the task
of contacting the Red Cross. To think that he,
Iim Elkins, a licensed "Ham" of only three
months, was chosen by Paul out of all acquaint-
ances to act as intermediary between the flood
zone and the outside world. Paul Williams-
alone-on the second floor of a flooded house!
He was awakened from his reverie by a return
call from Paul. Paul's words fell like a thunder
clap. "The power lines are down, so you and I
are the only means of communication. Here is
a list of supplies we need." Having made note
of the needs, Iim contacted Bill Halstead to have
him stand double shift with him.
Skilfully he cleared the air lanes and estab-
lished two-way communication with both the
Red Cross and Paul. At a moment's notice the
forces of relief had been marshalled by these
unsung heroes to rush aid to the sufferers in the
For twelve hours, lim was at his key, con-
stantly sending or receiving latest reports. His
small room had become headquarters for news
reporters who wished latest flood bulletins. "The
flood is rising! The water is coming under the
doorl" This in response to Iim's anxious inquiry
for Paul's present position.
Forty-eight hours later the flood had reached
its crest. Paul was in water to his knees. As for
Iim, he had been at the key steadily for eighteen
hours. Through their efforts very few lives were
being lost, and the suffering of the refugees was
The flood was over. The crest had dropped,
and already many people had moved back to
their homes. Iim Elkins, tired and worn, called
Paul Williams for the last time that day. "Say,
Paul," flashed Iim, "why don't you visit me? I
think it would be swell!"
"I'm sorry," Paul answered, "I could never
visit you. I am paralyzed from the waist down."
"Maybe it's just as well," replied lim. "I could
never see you. I've been blind all my life."
OH 4011 deff?
Drum: of Oude
Kaffe '1 uafd Oat
BY CLARE KUMMER
ROLLO WEBSTER ..............,.,Y...,.,.. Roscoe Teeter
GOLDIE MCDUEF ,,..,,,. .......,,.,... H elen Schmidt
LYDIA WEBSTER ,...,.... ...,,.,,, D orothy Stoepler
GEORGE LUCAS ...,..,,,, ..,,,,......... R ichard Ross
AUNT LANE .......,.,,..S..A...,.,.....,... Dorothy Westbay
MRS. PARK-GALES ..o,..,.,. ,.,,,..,..... V etha Worley
MR. STEIN .,.,..........,,,...,. ......... T horn Snyder
CAMPERDOWN ....,.,, ........... W illiam Lay
SKITTERLING .......,. ,......., H arry Markus
BELLA ....,.,.,,.........,.r,.,..,. ..........
HORATIO WEBSTER .,,,.,,.... ..
.... ElI1'1eI' Molique
BY IOHN KIRKPATRICK
THE BRIDEGROOM, BOB TISDALE ..,.......,,..
THE BEST MAN, ARCHIE ....,.,,,....... Robert Corre
THE BRIDE, ALICE GRAYSON ..............,,,,,r.,
A GROOMSMAN, TED ..........,, William Crawford
THE BRIDEGROOMS MOTHER, MRS.
TISDALE ,.,,,........,,,.....,,.............., Elaine Emery
THE BRlDE'S FATHER, MR. GRAYSON ......
THE BRIDE'S AUNT, MISS IULIA GRAYSON
..,..,..Mary Agnes Dunwoody
pfllllli of Oucfe
BY AUSTIN STRONG
CAPTAIN HECTOR MCGREGOR ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
LIEUTENANT ALAN HARTLEY .........,i..,,.,.....
STEWART, THE SENTRY ..,........... Ebert Chatham
SERGEANT MCDOUGAL .,,,..,......... Milton Burden
HINDUSTAN SERVANT .,,,,,.,.... Wesley Andrews
MRS, IACK CLAYTON ..,.,,,........... Marian Bunten
A PRIVATE ....,..,..................,.......,,.,,..... Dale Boggy
MCGREGORS HOUSE SERVANTS ..............
Sylvia Bolint, Wilma Blumenaur, Nora Boyce
"7Ze ,fonclondezzy -Hn
BY RACHEL FIELD
MARTHA ROSE, the bound-out girl ,,,,..........
THE PEDDLER ................,,,, . ........., William Keller
HIRAM BOGGS ...,............,.,,.,,,.,,, Homer Huesing
THE WIDOW BOGGS .........,....,..,.. Alice Hankins
me 7206 ,fe ion
The Tech Legion, an honorary organization, has been established
in order to recognize pupils who are outstanding in the attributes of cit-
izenship and qualities ot personal worth.
The emblem oi the Tech Legion is a bar pin in green and white en-
amel-a white center with a square ot green at each end. The comman-
der, the senior with the greatest number oi citations, has three gold stars
on his pin, the lieutenant-commander, who ranks second in number of
citations, has two stars, and the six captains, those standing highest in
their respective roll rooms, haveone star.
Harry K. Blake
Dale H. Boggy
Alice M. Bottoms
Raymond A. Brinkman
Robert E. Coryell
George P. Costarides
Melvin I. Coulter
Howard R. Craig
Iohn E. Cretors
Maniord A. Crouch
Katherine R. Deeb
Carl D. Ellis
Iames B. Flaherty
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER-Iohn Goddard
Virginia Sylvia Bolint, Mary Agnes Dunwoody, Mary Catherine
Virgene Moore, Mary Louise Mitchell, Dorothy Paul, Hazel
Evelyn B. Fosgate
Glenn A. Fritzlen
David L. Fye
Katherine M. Graham
Ernest Max Hass
Alice C. Hankins
Thomas D. Hawks
Robert I. Higgins
Dale R. Holt
Ruth Marie Horstman
Mary Iane Iohnston
William P. Keller
Donald R. Kindred
Albert G. Lane
Earl L. Lawhead
William H. Lay
Rosalyn M. Ludwig
Marian L. McGauhey
Harry Lee Markus
Iack M. Mather
Henrietta I. Mathews
Ernest M. Mattingly
Clifton A. Meloy
Mary F. Milholland
Mary C. Milligan
Elmer I. Molique
George F. Moore
Mary Ann Moore
Betty L. Morris
Ethel M. Osborne
Hannah E. Pert
Bernina L. Pressler
Sara Ann Reynolds
Iean Catherine Roberts
Louis B. Rutan
Madge A. Rutherford
Wayne E. Sagor
Iohn E. Sandstrom
William M. Shaffer
Helen G. Sheehan
Walter E. Short
Iuanita M. Smith
Thorn K. Snyder
Hannah I. Steel
Louis P. Sweany
Virgil L. Terry
Daniel D. Thomas
Alphonso A. Topp
Fay Van Arendonk
Richard S. Vogler
William E. Walters
Mary E. Weber
Dorothy L. Westbay
Marjorie O. White
lrma E. Williams
Paul L. Willman
Robert W. Winsten
Dorothy M. Woods
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I have heard of a sturdy oars-
man of a college crew who. when asked why
he chose rowing instead of football. said. "I
prefer a sport in which one looks backward
and goes forward to a sport in which one al-
ways looks forward, but so much of the time
goes backward." With the close of this school
year. with twenty-five years of work done. Tech
comes to this anniversary period in the spirit of
that oarsman. Our faces are for the time to the
years that have gone, but all the while we
move forward toward an opportunity for great-
er service to the youth of this community.
As we look backward we see a panorama
of years replete with problems.
In the fall of 1912 a great teacher and leader,
with a broad vision, came to this place. About
him were gathered 183 boys and girls who
themselves knew little of the part which they I DE WITT S' MORGAN
were playing in the founding of an institution. Then followed four years of uncertainty when no one
could know from day to day but that these grounds might be lost forever to the cause of education.
Finally. on May 22. 1916. a memorable decision of the Supreme Court of Indiana banished all
uncertainty as to the permanence of this institution and made it possible for long-time plans to be
made. But even while these plans were forming, the, World War came and everything was laid aside
in the interest of the all-important iob of winning the war. Once again these buildings and grounds
were teeming with soldiers. School was deferred and the erection of the new buildings delayed.
When the Armistice CCIITIS, under the matchless genius of Mr. 1VIilo H. Stuart who through Tech's first
trying years never lost heart nor vision. the school began its permanent program of development.
The vocational schools were enlarged in scope: the program of studies expanded to meet the needs
of a rapidly growing student body: new buildings arose-the Main Building, the Shops, the wings
to the Main Building, and the Gymnasium. And later the Arsenal interior was reconstructed. These.
with the athletic field and bleachers. were the developments in equipment.
This has been an interesting quarter century for all who have had a part in Tech's growth. Thou-
sands of young men and young women have spent four important years of their lives on this campus
and in these buildings. From the inspiration of the teachers with whom they lived while here. they
have gone out to take an important place in the world of affairs. Today the sun never sets on Tech
graduates. 'I'hey live and work throughout the world.
All about us today there may be confusion and uncertainty as to what course education shall
take. For us. however. one duty is clear-to devote the resources of this institution. this heritage
which is left to us from the twenty-five years that have gone. toward making this place a center where
youth may build ambitions, where each one may find a vision of how best to make living worth while.
In this spirit we shall seek a way of life and work which will exemplify all that should come from cul-
ture and ideals of civic responsibility. Toward this goal Tech marches on.
DE W1'l'I' S. MORGAN.
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The Arsenal clock has ticked away the first twen-
ty-five years of this great educational center, and we, on its silver anni-
versary, are looking into the future to see what time may hold for this
high school. Using the past quarter century as a guide, we see the spirit
of advancement, which is symbolical of Tech, penetrating the future-
exploring, improving, and creating as it moves forward. Holding the
answers to youth's eternal questing, the Arsenal Technical Schools serve
as a stepping stone to the fulfillment of ideals.
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HIS is fertile soil. Here, the student
may grow and develop even as a tree which
probes deeply for nourishment to strengthen
and enlarge its branches. Like a hardy sapling,
he may spring to newer heights and wider
horizons. His textbook of nature is written by
the Master Scientist. This is a living laboratory.
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IN SPIRATION PATH
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TALKING IT OVER
FAIR WEATHER FROLICKING
SCENE OF CONFLICTS
AQUATIC WILD LIFE
ONE OF SEVEN UNITS
GUARDING THE COLORS
THE ILL-FATED HE RY UF NZ-XVARRE
THE Brackridges had a peacock. The Brackridges are our
lordly neighbors who winter at the Riviera, summer in the
Adirondacks, drive a Duesenberg, hire a French chef, and
are, altogether, a haughty and insufferably overbearing
family. The Brackridge peacock, Henry of Navarre, mir-
rored the family characteristics perfectly.
Henry, for short, was a gorgeous fowl with all the
traditional vanity of his race. He delighted to arouse the
open-mouthed admiration of the ucommonersn who toured
the Brackridge estate every Sunday afternoon from one to
five. Then, Henry would unfurl his fantastic train and
would strut handsomely about the grounds to fulfill his
duties as a moderately bored host. Henry really was the
host, for none of the Brackridges were at home on a Sun-
day. Mrs. Brackridge complained that the "bourgoise"
jangled her poor nerves.
uThey are sooooo insufferablef' she sniffed during our
last conversation. '6Henry is the only one of the family
who can tolerate them, aren't you, love?,, She bent-
laboriously-to stroke his lordship but Henry slid from
under her fawning hand. He played no favorites.
Late last winter, Henry began to lose his grandeur. One
by one he reluctantly dropped his gorgeous tail-feathers.
The Brackridge lawns and bowling green became the hunt-
ing grounds for the neighborhood's numerous small boys
who searched diligently forthe fallen plumes. Then, Henry
The peace and quiet of our suburban community was
riven by the shock. Henry's escapades were reviewed over
back fences in awed whispers. Mrs. Brook 'lowed that she
could take airplane riding as a matter of course afore she
could get used to Henry's absence. Mrs. Reardan wagged
her head and clucked in agreement. Mrs. Brackridge hys-
The Brackridge servants stealthily tip-toed over every
foot of the estate. Henry was as effectively lost as if he
had stumbled into a vat of lye. For several weeks, pande-
monium reigned in decreasing stages of violence. Stock in
peacock plumes soared sky-high for Mrs. Brackridge paid
unheard-of sums for her darling's discarded feathers. All
the small scavengers cashed in.
I was digging greens one warm spring day when son
Bob vaulted the back-yard fence and breathlessly cried,
4'Moml Henry's back!"
Sure enough, his lordship had returned with a brand
new train of glamorous feathers, longer and more irides-
cent than ever before. Mrs. Brackridge suffered a relapse.
Mid-March days are deceitful. They dawn with the
promise of summer and, as likely as not, die to the rising
cadenza of a bitter wind. Such a day was that Sunday I
recall when the Brackridge estate again opened to the pub-
lic after its tiresome siege with winter. In spite of rising
wind, all the charter members of the sight-seeing groups
arrived and gathered at the back of the mansion.
Henry haughtily strutted out from his summer-house
home to play host. He stopped when about fifteen feet out
and squawked harshly to announce his royal presence.
After the desired effect had been obtained, he! ceremoni-
ously spread his brilliant tail-feathers and slowly- ad-
vanced to greet his loyal subjects. His court processional
of one proceeded effectively until he left the protection of
the summer-house. Then, the brisk wind caught his lord-
ship astern and, ballooning his plumes over his head, has-
tened his pace to a point not only detrimental to his dignity
but devastating to his self-control. Henry protested loudly.
The wind was merciless. Henry bluffedl Henry blustered!
Henry swore a little-a great deal!
Imagine the chagrin of the cookis pet cat when she was
rudely aroused from peaceful dreams of catnip and other
feline delights by the shrieking apparition of wildly gyrat-
ing plumes. Feeling that the kitchen door was her especial
responsibility, Pussy arched her back, spread her eighteen
well-sharpened claws, and issued a most emphatic order
The language must have been cat, but its meaning was
unmistakable to the peacock. Henry honestly tried to
comply but the maddening wind pushed him on at top
speed. Then, Pussy launched her ultimatum. That ulti-
matum consisted of eighteen curved needle claws and a
mouth full of stiletto teeth. Pussy landed just behind
Henry's plumed crown and worked along his backbone.
Henry scurried around and around-screaming-vim
dictive-accusing-pleading. He was ready to surrender
unconditionally-to agree to any terms. Honor was surely
satisfied but Pussy was not. Her fighting blood was up.
Mere routing was not enough, she desired a complete and
decisive victory. But, to Pussy,s disgust, the fates were
kind to Henry. Pussy's weight overthrew him and both the
offensive and defensive rolled down the hill.
The more daring of the laughing spectators separated
the combatants. The cat stalked majestically away but
Henry--poor Henry-crept under the summer-house,
pouting like a spoiled child.
Henryfs wounds have long been healed but his spirit is
still scarred-crushed. Mrs. Brackridge has adopted a
Pekinese. MADGE RUTHERFORD.
PUPIILAP1 UIITDUUPI PUIIT
I stand poised on the tip of the diving board. I rise to my
toes and hurl myself toward the waiting waters below. The
waves slide smoothly over my body as I cleave them with-
out a splash. I slip effortlessly deeper and deeper into the
murky depths until the sand suddenly looms before me.
With a slight twist I pull out of the dive and come to rest on
the sandy lake floor. Through the slowly swirling waters I
gaze upon a new world conquered. For a brief moment I
watch life in this watery realm, and then I shoot, breath-
less, upward. After seemingly many minutes, I break the
surface, sending many small ripples away from me. I gulp
down great quantities of air, pause for a moment, and
strike out for some distant destination. Strong, swift
strokes of arms and legs bring me finally to the opposite
shore. I emerge from the water in a supreme state of ex-
To me swimming is not merely a sport. It is a form of
joyful expression of the love of life. It is a time for tossing
all cares and responsibilities to the winds, forcing all the
activity possible into that space of time, and making that
moment count as one of highest physical and mental joy.
And so I dive, twist, and splash with reckless abandon. It
is something to look forward to-that climax-point of
FUN UN THE ICE
To me there is no sport quite so thrilling as ice skating.
I like to hear the wind fairly shriek past my ears and feel
a fine mist of spray sprinkle over my face that is already
flushed with the fervor and excitement of a long antici-
pated day. On this glassy surface We are truly brothers
and sisters under the skin, for as we skim along so swiftly,
our imagination "runs riotv and in our minds we represent
a flock of noisy birds flying and darting over the icy glare.
Clashing skates, murmuring voices, and merry gales of
laughter float through the afternoon stillness breaking its
solitude. I feel very superior, indeed, when I see a timid
beginner, very uncertainly standing on two quivering feet,
take a deep breath and start off, hoping for the best but
expecting the worst. What a feeling of exhilaration I get
racing down a shining, frozen path and seeing the white
Every season of the year affords a wonderful opportu-
nity for my favorite sport, hiking, for spring, autumn,
summer, and winter-all boast their special merits. For
those persons whose physical comfort is foremost in im-
portance, I recommend the more balmy seasons. My choice
is winter. I can think of nothing I would rather do than to
wake up unusually early on a cold winter morning and
crawl into a snug, warm snow-suit by which the most furi-
ous winter blasts and snow flurries are turned away. As I
joyously kick a path over the snow-covered fields and oc-
casionally tumble into a snow-drift, I feel strangely at
peace with even my bitter enemies. Through the frosty air
I can hear the sounds which the little forest animals are
making. A sly fox creeps out of his leafy den, while high
up in a tree, whose barren appearance is somewhat im-
proved by dashes of white on its branches, a squirrel chat-
ters noisily. The little winter birds are hopping around in
the snow in a futile search for food. The swimming hole of
summertime is covered with a layer of ice which affords
several moments of exhilarating sliding. Finally I am as-
sailed by pangs of hunger and a sensation of a freezing
nose and already frozen feet. I half walk, half slide, on my
way home, while visions of a breakfast suited to an early
morning hiker serve as a beckoning finger.
expanse merge with the misty sky. Sometimes as I am
smoothly skimming along, a hidden obstruction blocks my
path and I am sent hurling across the ice to land in a posi-
tion very uncomfortable and certainly ridiculous. With a
look of surprise and consternation on my face I very gently
pick myself up and sheepishly glance around to see who
has witnessed my great catastrophe. I like suddenly to
swerve around at the ominous cracking of ice under my
feet, warning me and preventing an icy deluge. It is a real
pleasure to gather around the roaring bonfire and thaw
our numb fingers and toes which we had scarcely noticed
until then. One by one the tired but happy skaters regret-
fully go home, leaving the lake deserted and desolate, its
peace disturbed now and then only by faint cries echoing
in the distance.
J ANET BEVER.
Hunting! The very word thrills me to the core. To trudge
along through a snow-covered field or a thicket dense with
trees and brush in search of the wary cottontail is a sport
that exceeds all others. I like to feel the cold winter air
whistle about my warmly clad legs. It makes my eyes
glisten to walk against the wind in this new world, white
with a dazzling snow. My feet tingle as they break through
the thin crust of snow. My hands feel numb as they grip
the cold steel barrel of the gun, but I know at the first
startling appearance of the bounding rabbit that they will
be limber and ready to do their part of the job.
The crack of a twig pops like a shot, and the rabbit skims
across the snow. Leaping and bounding along in seven-
foot strides, the rabbit affords only a split-second shot. But
at the first crack of the twig I have sprung into action. My
hands grip the barrel more firmly. I throw the butt to my
shoulder, and my finger squeezes the trigger as the sights
fall along the hare,s back. With a loud roar the gun dis-
charges its deadly missiles into the bunny. With deserving
pride I examine my 'fkilli' and proudly stuff him con-
spicuously beneath my hunting coat, hoping someone will
E.TUP1Y or TI
THE old trolley's course lay along old streets warped and
misshapen from age and use. The houses lining both sides
of her course were mid-victorian in style. The track itself
was rough and crooked. All the sections did not lit together
correctly, nor were the opposite rails quite parallel to each
other. The whole scene-the old street, the houses, and the
track-bespoke age and wear. All these seemed to be work-
ing beyond their uretirement age." One felt that new streets
and tracks should have been laid and new houses should
have been built long ago. Then, when the trolley entered
the scene on its wobbly, squeaky old wheels, jerking along
the track, one felt that the car should have been scrapped
Her elderly motorman had affectionately named her
uTillie" when she was "brand new." She is quite proud
of her record with the ucompanyf, She was the first elec-
tric car to appear in the town and has seen continuous serv-
ice ever since, except for two months a few years ago.
Tillie had been trying to show off before a horseless car-
riage and went twenty miles per hour, this was far too fast
The sport I most enjoy is motor-boating. Vlfhat exhilara-
tion and happiness a ride in a hydroplane can give! The
roar of the motor loudly reminds me that I am in sole com-
mand of my aquatic steed and that at any moment I may
turn quickly, halt my mount, or even flip it and myself over,
if I wish. This gives me a feeling of great importance and
authority. As the boat leaps between the crests of the waves,
my heart leaps with it. Each time my craft hits a wave
obliquely the boat and I feel a great tendency to part com-
pany, but with each swerve, more of my troubles depart
and more thrills come to take their places. The waves, slap-
ping in rapid staccato against the hull, the sting of the
wind and spray on my face and arms, and the roar from the
Mwashn of the propeller all give buoyancy to my spirits.
And when the ride is over, only because of darkness and a
diminished supply of gas, I am quite cramped from crouch-
ing in the tiny cockpit and I notice a slight feeling of
nausea from the constant jarring by the waves. Neverthe-
less, motor-boating is and will be my favorite sport for a
long time to come, for, in which one of all the sports will
I find more exhilaration, greater thrills, a lighter heart,
and more thorough enjoyment than in motor-boating?
' MYRON HAWKINS.
LIE THE THULLEY
for her superannuated condition. She jumped the track.
No one was hurt except Tillie, who suffered a broken wheel
and an internal fracture of the floor-boards. It took two
months for her to recover in the repair shop. This confine-
ment hurt her pride at the time, but she soon regained it
and was wiser for the experience.
But poor old Tillie now! She still has her pride and un-
willingness to give up, yet she is practically paintless, her
windows are disgustingly dirty, and she wheezes and
coughs every time she starts. Every trip costs her much
pain. If she goes at a speed of any more than ten miles per
hour, the crooked old track causes Tillie to wrench her
lateral braces. A steady pace of ten miles per hour for a
distance of two blocks causes her to sway back and forth
on the track, leaning farther each time till it seems she will
certainly lose her sense of equilibrium and topple over.
This would be most disastrous because, as with all elderly
people, a fall, however short, would result in many broken
joints which do not easily knit together again. Tillie has
faith in herself, nevertheless, and hurrying along at the
enormous speed of ten miles per hour hasn't toppled over
Tillie's biggest trouble is with little boys who sneak up
behind when she isn't looking to pull the trolley off the
wire. This is her one worry. Without current, she is useless.
She can do nothing to protect herself from this practice.
Once her motorman put barbed fish-hooks into the trolley
cord with the barbs sticking out. As they were accustomed
to do, the boys pulled the cord in order to disable Tillie.
Of course, the scamps were punished for their mean trick
To some people an entertainment means gathering with
the gang for a feed and a dance. For others it means a hike
to the woods to hunt the latest bluejayls nest or to catch a
glimpse of the first maple that flames into scarlet in the
fall. I must admit the virtue of both. Lately, however, I
have found entertainment in the sprightly game of trying
to solve the puzzle of people. The grocery store, the street,
the restaurant-these places, crammed full of interesting
characters, are a continual source of contemplation for
When on a street car, I am in my element. Throughout
the entire ride,I am busy watching people. Ayoung mother
sits in front of me, trying to answer at the same time the
queries of her two small children. I wonder why she is
going to town. Does the incentive of toys lure the young-
sters into a paradise of their own? Is the young lady across
the aisle a brisk stenographer or a wilted clerk in a busy
store? An old woman, a bit feeble and not so confident as
she once was, enters the car. She is slight, with white hair.
Some intangible quality about her makes me wonder if
life has been kind to her. Has she fond children and grand-
children? Does she have dainty little tidies on all her
chairs, and are there potted plants all around her immacu-
late sitting-room? Is she on her way to spend the day with
her married daughter or is she going to do some long-
In the library there are all types of people. One Satur-
day, in particular, I remember. As l entered the reading
room I glanced toward a table surrounded by' elderly men
and women, peering at newspapers through their bifocals.
At another table a young man industriously took notes
with a handful of fish-hooks. Tillie still grins to herself
about this revenge on the boys.
Some day Tillie will sway too far to one side and fall
over, or perhaps she will fall apart all at once as the one-
hoss shay did, and that will be her end. Until that day,
Tillie will be proud of her past record, she will be con-
fident of herself, and she will be absolutely unwilling to
surrender her job. Tillie, the trolley, harbors the spirit of
defiance even in her old age.
from a huge reference book. Surely no one but a young
law student would be doing that. I immediately pigeon-
holed him as a poor lad, working day and night to make
enough for his education. uWhat a sad lot that would be,W
I thought. As my glance rested upon the flippant blonde at
that same table, I fancied that I could hear him sigh, wish-
ing that he had the time and money for fun and a girl like
that. Imagine my shock when the girl, after applying a
second coat of 'Gwar-paint," raised her baby-blue eyes to
him and said, g'Come on, Tom, or we'll be late for that
During the Christmas season, the stores present a blaz-
ing spectacle. They are a magnet for all people. Who is not
thrilled by a display of crimson poinsettias, green holly
wreaths, and red holly berries? The shoppers move along
like figures in some bright pageant. This woman looks
covetously at a diamond bracelet displayed on a counter.
She realizes that it is too expensive for her, nevertheless,
she looks. There is an old grandmother buying yarn. What
lovely gifts will come from this yarn-hose, mittens,
scarves, and sweaters for the children! A college girl long-
ingly lingers a red velvet formal, even though she just
bought one the month before. A man, at the next counter,
abstractedly inquires of a clerk what he should get his wife
for Christmas. So on, through the store, goes the Christ-
In this intriguing game, what sudden and unexpected
ends often come, and how we misjudge these passer-bysl
Our balloon of thoughts is pricked and collapses. But this
only adds to the fun of it, for I always watch the next
stranger with the same interest.
REPURT CARD DAY
Here it comes at last! The boy in front has just received
his. An anguished cry escapes from his tightly pressed
lips. Now mine! I am afraid to look, but I must. One
look and a sigh of relief bursts from my lips. Then I
breathe more freely. Oh, how can that person in front keep
on talking and asking questions as on an ordinary day?
Ah! At last the bell! I have a few minutes of fresh air
before the anxiety rises up in me again. Now for the most
dreaded of all. The unsuspecting torturer enters the room,
bestowing smiles right and left. Seated before us she
smilingly asks for the cards. Then we are expected to go on
discussing and translating when We do not know what she
has in store for us in her little book that holds so much,
which passes judgment on scores of pupils. Ah! Here she
comes bearing down upon me, Haunting that card in front
of me. It flutters to the desk and my heart flutters with it.
I turn it over fearfully. At last I shall know the verdict.
When I see it I gasp! Hurrah! I am on the honor roll. I
can survey my card with a satisfied air. Now for home and
peace until this torturous day comes again.
LUSING UNE'S ERECRLES
My foremost desire in life has always been to rid myself
of those unbecoming brownish colored spots called
freckles. I have always gazed with envy at the girls blessed
with a clear, unblemished skin. These spots, so science says,
are due to an abnormal accumulation of coloring in the
layer of skin. They are usually hereditary, much to my
Having experimented with various creams and lotions, I
am now at the point where I feel I can no longer endure
them. I have been told that time will erase these noticeable
pinheads from my face. Among my many nicknames,
"Freckles" has been the most prominent. As a child I have
always been self-conscious concerning my unwished-for
freckles. However, there is one consoling thought to which
I can turn when in the depths of despair. I have noticed,
or is it my imagination, that my skin gradually clears as I
grow older. Ah me, Time will tell!
CH LITERARY R!-INIRLI
UN RIVERSIDE DRIVE
,lust a short walk up a slight incline brought me to
Crant's Tomb on Riverside Drive. Night had already
dropped its velvet cloak on New York, and the lights along
the streets were shining brightly. Riverside Drive with
its streams of swiftly moving traffic was dangerous to cross,
but at last there came a lull in the traffic and I reached
the opposite side.
I settled down on an empty bench to watch the river. The
ferry boats were plying through the waters of the Hudson
as they carried their human cargoes to and from Fort Lee.
The lighted windows made it possible to watch the course
of the boats.
Suddenly I was attracted by a naval officer walking by.
Wondering, I looked toward the river, and there I saw five
destroyers at anchor almost directly in front of me. How
majestically they floated there!
My eyes scanned the shore on the other side until they
came to rest on Palisades Park. The many lights made it
stand out from anything else on that side of the river.
Ever since that night, I have wished that I could go back
there. Who knows, perhaps next summer my wish may
THAT PUT UE GOLD
Vlfhen I was younger I often heard that there was a pot
of gold at the foot of the rainbow. Such a belief led me
to make wonderful plans for the futureg for, of course,
some day I would find it.
Whenever there was a rainbow I would go down the
street as far as my mother would allow me to, to see if I
could see that wonderful pot of gold. I would look and
look, but I could never discover the end of the rainbow. As
I grew older and wiser, I began to wonder how the pot of
gold could be at the end of the rainbow without falling off.
Now that I have grown older still, my heart is broken to
discover that the rainbow is round and has no end. Thus
are many of our childhood dreams shattered.
A MUUNTAIN SUNRISE
Still, cool darkness gradually melts into filmy veils of white mist
that begin to rise from deep ravines at the first faint breath of
dawn like curling smoke from a phantom lndian's fire.
Cold air, as spicy and invigorating as the dew-washed apples whose
scraggling groves splatter the slopes, awakens your skin.
For a brief moment majestic quiet-
Then like a great conductor nature lifts her magic baton to direct a
Slowly color emerges from the grayness.
Dark green, of neighboring peaks appears, broken only by the con-
fusing patterns the restless brown fire-breaks form.
Next are .added quaint splotches of lavender and orange as wild
Howers, responsive to the increasing warmth, unfold.
Old Baldy thrusts his snow-capped head aloft to catch the shell pink
reflections from the lazy cloudsibefore his comrades.
A tiny spotted fawn in ecstasy leaps through a clearing.
The silence is abruptly broken by some cr0w's startled caw.
A thousand pine trees, awakened by a sudden breeze, sing as they
lift their branches to catch the golden splendor bursting upon
The day is yours!
A slim silver sickle of a moon swung deep
And sliced a creamy cloud.
A star-sprinkled mist from the swamp hung deep,
Caressing the reeds and rushes.
A silky-barked aspen rustled in a dream,
Quivered in its sleep.
The soft night hushes were shattered by the scream
Of a swamp-loving hermit,
by a stream.
Boom, boom, boom,
Listen to the clamour,
Beating like a hammer.
Listen to the pounding,
Hear the echoes sounding.
Hear them softly dying.
Hear the swamp replying.
Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Hear the deep refrain,
Beating like a hammer,
Like a hammer on the brain.
G YULE UP LIFE
A white walled room
And a stiff-starched nurseg
RE V E' A life has bloomedg
Moonlight OU the Ohio, Yes, a long black hearse.
The soft ripple of a passing boat, PAULINE BAILEY
Tall trees etched against the sky,
And beside the river a sleepy little town.
FLORENCEALICE HUGHES. W A N D E Pl L U S T
Wheels, ever turning, ever spinning, wheels,
Day and night constantly moving,
Bringing these, taking those,
Never knowing, never caring, rushing on.
The king of speed, the aid of man,
Whether covering miles and miles
Or revolving madly like a top,
Ur turning slowly under rushing waters,
' The perpetual turning of wheels, A
The soul of progress, those ever turning wheels.
, A RYLAND RoEscH
At night when all the world is still,
I hear a call from a far off hill
I hear the whispering of the winds.
I want to see where the world begins
I feel a challenge in spite of that,
There's always something that holds me back-
And as the wind croons her lullaby
She whispers softly as she glides by,
NDER the leadership of Mr. DeWitt S. Morgan,
Teclfs principal, the faculty guides the mental and
physical development of the student and prepares
him for life after graduation. To facilitate the pur-
pose of the teachers, the ofhce staff, the assistants, the
lunchroom workers, the engineers, and the custo-
dians cooperate in making Tech a smooth-running
Bottom row: Mr. DeWitt S.
Second row: Mrs. Lillian S.
Harrison, secretary, Gertrude
Thuemler, dean of girls.
Top row: Charles E. Teeters,
Edward E. Greene, Horace E.
Boggy, Hanson H. Anderson, H.
L. Harshman, vice-principals.
Bottom row, left to right: Mrs.
Ressie Fix, Mrs. Jeanne Bose,
Halcyon Mendenhall, Mrs. Ethel
Mclntosh, Mabel Goddard, head
of departmentg Esther Fay Shover,
Olive Brown, Margaret Remy,
Helen Tichenor, Edna Nowland.
Second row: Mrs. Grace W.
Smith, Jane Strain, Mrs. E. H.
Lycan, Evelyn Kletzing, Anna
Brochhausen, Jeannette White,
Clara Ryan, Robert S. Emerson,
M. Clarissa Morrow.
Third row: Zila Robbins, Mrs.
Louise S. Camp, Gladys Eade,
Vance Garner, Irene McLean,
Olive Traylor, Florence Jones,
Margaret Waters, Hortense
Fourth row: Dwight Park, Ruth
Bozell, Helen Thornton, Margaret
Axtell, Lillian Martin, Margaret
Burnside, Narcie Pollitt.
Top row: Ella Sengenberger,
Bjorn Winger, Charles B. Parks,
Florence Guild, Mrs. Jeanne East-
land, Lyle Harter, librarian, Mrs.
Bottom row, left to right:
Mabelle Sprague, M. C. Twine-
ham,head of departmentg Frances
Longshore, Ruth F. Stone.
Top row: Grace Emery, Adaline
Barnett, Mae Glockner.
Jeff Stonex, assistant librarian.
R. O. C. T. STAFF
Left to right: Captain Charles H,
Calais,commandant of the Indian-
apolis R. 0. T. C., Sergeant
Chester A. Pruett, instructor of
military trainingg Sergeant Harry
E. Smith, assistant to Sergeant
Pruettg ex-Colonel Will H. Brown,
military property custodian of
lndianapolis R. O. T. C. units.
Bottom row, left to right: Wil-
liam Herhst, Mildred Corrie, Elva
Antrim, C. E. Trueblood, H. H.
Anderson, head of departmentg
Edith Silver, Louise Sturdevant,
Mrs. Mabel Henze.
Second row: W. R. Kricken-
herger, R. V. Copple, Sara Ewing,
Ethel Houser, Geraldine Kindig,
Dorothy Carey, Martha Brodby,
Top row: H. C. Milholland,
Kenneth Coflin, J. Kettery, Dale
Sare, C. L. McClintock, Paul Wet-
zel, James Shannon.
Bottom row, left to right: A. F.
Lagemann,Esther Aldridge, Edith
Allen, Charles Martin, head of
Top row: Adele Renard, Jo-
hanna Mueller, Edith Baker.
Bottom row, left to rightg Kath-
erine Book, Olive Beckington,
Hazel Howe, O. S. Flick, head of
department, Fred Reeder, Wil-
liam Shirley, Margaret Harris,
Second row: Mrs. Anna May
Clascock, Mrs. Mary McConnell,
Dorothy Perkins, Ellen Louise
Stoy, lrrna Baehrnan, Fred R.
Gorman, .IZJIIICS Butler.
Third row: ,I. Fred Murphy,
Alta Welch, Christine Kinnaird,
Mary Elizabeth Moore, Anne Rat-
terman, Helen Elliott, Mrs. Mar-
Top row: Ralph O. Minnick,
Eva Green, S. B. Essig.
Bottom row, left to right: Bayne
D. Freeman, Boss C. Lyons, Mary
E. Barker, nurse, Reuben D. Behl-
rner, chairman of department,
Bowena L. Harrison, nurse, Paul
E. Myers, Wayne Rhodes.
Top row: Helen Caffyn, Charles
P. Dagwell, Mable McHugh, Rob-
ert L. Ball, Hazel E. Abhetl.
Bottom row, left to right: Clare
F. Cox, head of departmentg Zil-
lah Carringer, Mrs. Charlotte
Grant, Beth Scott.
Top row: John Kendrick, Wil-
liam Johnson, Kenneth Barr.
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Bottom row, left to right: Rich
ard S. Orton, Louise Swan, Mrs
Elizabeth Cochran, head of de
partmentg Raymond Oster.
Second row: William F. Moon
Frederic Barker, J. Russell Pax-
Top row: John M. White.
Bottom row, left to right:
Thelma Adams, Robert C. Craig,
head of department, Mrs. Ruth
Second row: Chelsea Stewart,
Ione Hirsch, Sara Bard, Edmund
Top row: Oakley Richey, Eliza-
beth Jasper, John Simpson.
Bottom row, left to right: E. W.
Bryan, H. H. Walter, Horace E.
Buggy, head of departmentg H. Z.
Denzler, V. C. Dougherty, N. L.
Top row: W.E. Cleveland, F. E.
Henke, C-A. Rosell, E. W. En-
singer, Herbert D. Traub.
Bottom row, left to right: Anna
Kellum, Emily McCullough,
Frances Buschmann, Mrs. Gerald-
ine H. Moorman, head of depart-
mentg Helen Murray, Mrs. Grace
Second row: Hazel Barrows,
Leona Miller, Eleanor Ament,
Georgia Helen McDonald, Mrs.
Gladys Lewsader, Hilda Kreft.
Top row: Frieda Ann Bach,
Pearl Apland, Mrs. Florence
Bottom row, left to right: George
E. Thompson, Ralph E. Clark,
Floyd W. Billington, George R.
Barrett, J. Woodward Auble.
Top row: Mrs. Roberta W.
Stewart, Frederick Polley, head of
department, Frieda Lillis.
Bottom row, left to right: John
Haxton, M. W. Slattery, head of
departmentg A. C. Boren, Stewart
Top row: Robert K. Offutt, .lo-
seph S. Madden, Edward Mad-
Bottom row, left to right: P. G.
Alcorn, Jacob Jones, head of de-
partmentg Dale F. Griflin, Wil-
liam A. Sanford.
Top row: A. Oertle, E. R. Thiel,
William H. Lampert, Lewis Ewing.
Bottom row, left to right: Jules
Zinter, W. A. Hush, H. Floyd Fye,
H. F. Markus, head of depart-
mentg A. C. Van Arendonk.
Top row: Robert Auble, Ray-
mond Stewart, Earl Terry, H. C.
Bottom row, left to right: H. A.
Maves, Edward E. Greene, head
of departmentg F. L. Wilson,
W. H. Eddy, F. W. Atherton.
Top row: William Johnston,
R. E. Luecker, E. C. Baker, Ed-
ward S. Howe, Russell R. Sands.
Bottom row, left to right: M. W.
Slattery, Auto Trades, .lacoh L.
Jones, Building Trades, llerliert
Kessel, Coordinator, V. C. Dough-
Top row: Edward E. Greene,
Metal Trades, Mrs. Geraldine
Moorman, Needle and Foods
Trades, Frederick Polley, Graph-
ios Arts, H. F. Markus, Electric.
Bottom row, left to right: Boh-
ert Emerson, Mrs. Ethel Mcln-
tosh, John Mueller, head of de-
partment, Leona Miller, William
Top row: Ross Lyons. Fred
Henke, Charles P. Dagwell, Roh-
ert K. Offutt, -Raymond Stewart,
Edward S. Howe.
Bottom row, left to right: Jane
Williams, Rosaline Petrovich, lva
Mae Williams, Dorothy Harder,
Margaret Fox, Mrs. Clara Inman.
Top row: George O'Day, Ed-
ward Goller, Clyde Armel, Carl
Vlfithner, Stewart .loyce, Bobert
Esther, Glenn Hankins, Franklin
Heatheo, James G. Brown, Earl
Bottom row, left to right: Joan
Baker, Elsie Gray, Ann Thatcher,
Miriam Howe, .lanet Rhodes,
Second row: Hrs. Mahel G.
Bard, Dorothy Crouch, Nellie
Wliite, Marie Fuchs, Florence llc-
Eowen, Gladys Howe.
Top row: William Murray,
Richard Wvatson, Harry Asmus.
Bottom row, left to right: N. F.
Goldman, F. T. Myers, G. E.
Gates, D. C. Byker, M. W. King.
head custodian, L. S. Kean, day
watchman, Adolph Young, G. F.
Second row: F. M. Johnson,
H. H. Laatz, L. M. Hiatt, Ora
Boles, campus caretakerg L. H.
Facemeyer, H. G. Luedeman, day
watchmang B. V. Means.
Third row: J. C. Sortwell, C. A.
Kloss, T. W. Miller, A. H, Willey,
A. B. Valentine, T. J. Heed, H. M.
Top row: A. C. Moore, 0. A.
Patterson, A. H. Smock, J. A-
Thuman, E. L. Leliler.
Bottom row, left to right: Mrs.
Flora Easley, Pearl L. Holloway,
unchroom manager, Mrs. Lillie
Second row. Mrs. Nettle
chmidt, Mrs. Lulu Mahrling,
flrs. Martina Oherlies, Mrs.
mma Robbins, Mrs. Bose Mar-
in Mrs. Ella Brockmier.
Third row: Mrs. Ida Hart, Mrs.
thel Bonifield, Mrs. Marcella
mk, Mrs. Eva Tyner, Mrs. Kath-
une Hazen, Mrs. Kathryn Green-
tood, Mrs. Ella O'Mara, Jessie
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er Mrs Flora Boreman Mrs.
orothy Imel Mrs Alberta
rebe Wlrs Mayme Roblnson
helma Patterson Mrs. Laura
Sasey Mrs. lwertha Brooks Wil-
Top row: Mrs. Amnia Delporte,
rs. Elizabeth Boss, Mrs. Jessie
arothers, Mrs. Mary Fleck, Mrs.
lara Bowhay, Janet Swearingen,
atherine Lyon, Jessie Bissel-
erg, Mrs. Edna Bateman, Mrs.
nna Bice, George Hoyl.
Left to right: James Jackson.
assistant engineerg Henry Spreen,
assistant engineer, Edward
Stumph, fireman 3 Jasper Ingram,
fireman 3 E. A. Tobey, chief en-
ineerg Luther Worley, fireman:
Henry Kidd, firemang Carl
Schooley,maintenance man, J. M.
Stone, assistant engineer.
XTRA-CUHHICULAR activities present an un-
limited lield of culture to the student. Here he may
develop his talents, discover new interest, make con-
genial friends, and meet men and Women who have
succeeded in his chosen profession. The school cur-
riculum strengthens and deepens a student's knowl-
edgeg extra-curricular activities broaden his life.
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STAFF I STAFF II
Editor-in-chief ........... ....,...
.Alice M. Bottoms
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Martha Lois Addison, Janet Bever, Marjorie Brinkman, Harrison
Crouch, Jeannie Cour, Kathryn Davis, June Gardner, Dorisann
Johnson, Mary Jane Johnston, Raymond Kern, Betty June Keske,
Esther Koll, June Martinella, Ruth Meredith, Thorn Snyder, Betty
Swank, Esther Waggoner, and Hamilton Williams.
We extend our appreciation to those who served as judges for the
literature contests: Mr. Bjorn Winger, chairman, Mrs. Bessie Fix,
and Mr. R. E. Emerson-poetlyg Miss Helen Thornton, chairman,
Miss Anna Brochhausen, and Miss Margaret Waters-essaysg Miss
Jeannette White, chairman, Miss Irene McLean, and Mr. D. C.
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A LIVING LABUIIATUPIY
Seventy-six acres of wooded land! First they served
the government as an Arsenal, now, they compose a
scientific and spiritual laboratory for the Arsenal Tech-
nical Schools, through which they serve the world by help-
ing to develop intelligent, ambitious, useful men and
On the campus, science classes gather fresh material for
experiments, art classes find innumerable spots of charm
for sketches and paintings, mathematics classes form equa-
tions from actual field work with surveying instruments,
agriculture classes plant their seeds and reap their harvests
of flowers and vegetablesg R. O. T. C. boys drill and prac-
tice maneuveringg and athletes build strong bodies through
ln probably few other high schools can the curriculum
be so combined with activities in the great out-of-doors.
Unique is the Wild Flower Garden, a laboratory for
young scientists. This densely wooded tract of nearly hve
acres has been preserved as a sanctuary for native plant life
which is rapidly disappearing in other regions. Through
the unceasing efforts of the Science departments, approxi-
mately three hundred different varieties of wild flowers
have been planted in the garden. Noteworthy specimens
are the Snow Trillium, the Bottled Centian, and the Grass-
of'-Parnassus. Loveliest of the northern Orchis, the Yellow
Lady's-Slipper dips its velvety crome in the dank under-
brush and the shy Moccasin Flower hides its fragile pink
lobes in some untrodden nook-delicate poems in loveli-
This paradise of flowers is no less delightful to the
ornithologist. Nearly seventy-five different species of birds
have been seen in the garden. ln the heart of the sanctuary,
camoflaged by tree limbs and dense underbrush, is a bird
banding and feeding station where hundreds of birds have
been caught, banded, and released.
Touched by the alchemist, Spring, Forsythia hedges
burst with gold. Lilac Lane dips with odorous white and
purple blossoms. The Wild Flower Garden stirs to life.
Violet and Hepatica blooms are rapidly followed by a
gamut of other flowers. Migrating birds linger in the trees.
ln autumn, when the corpse-like sycamores are tipped with
bronze, Warblers and thrushes pause in their southward
journey. Wild asters and chocolate-plumed cat-tails nod
over the quiet pool where Marsh marigolds stretch their
rich green and the wild eolombine sketches a filigree pat-
tern over the limestone ledges. With the snows of winter,
the shrubbery dons an ermine cloak. The entire campus
is shrouded in pure white, networked by walks and drive-
ways. In all seasons, Tech is beautiful.
Here knowledge is combined with loveliness, classrooms
are supplemented with out-door experience. This is a living
1 . .
ln order to be successful an organization must have a
strong leader, but even he can not attain the desired success
unless he has a corps of loyal workers, all of whom are
willing and anxious to cooperate for the good of the organ-
Cooperation is the basis upon which Tech claims suc-
cess, for without the acknowledged leadership of Mr. De-
Witt S. Morgan, Techis principal, and the eagerness of the
faculty to work with him tirelessly for the best interests of
the school and the welfare of the students Tech would not
be the school that it is today.
Twenty-five years ago Tech's faculty consisted of eight
members and a principal, Mr. Milo H. Stuart, who, un-
aided by an oliice staff at Tech, served as principal of two
schools. For nineteen years Mr. Stuart guided the growth
and the development of Tech until November of l930 when
he was named assistant superintendent of schools in charge
of secondary school education.
That iirst semester there was an enrollment of one hun-
dred eighty-one pupils who met on the second floor of the
Arsenal. In the eight thinly partitioned classrooms with
makeshift equipment, classes were conducted in eleven
Mr. Morgan, Techis first vice-principal, who followed
Mr. Stuart as principal, has carried on his work and
further developed the school. The six thousand eight hun-
dred seventy-three pupils now enrolled are able to select
courses which they wish to take from a curriculum of
approximately one hundred forty-five subjects. The vari-
ous classes meet in about one hundred eighty classrooms
provided in the fourteen buildings on the campus. The two
hundred forty-nine teachers with their seventeen assistants
and an oliice staff of fifteen cooperate with Mr. Morgan in
carrying out his extensive program of curriculum building
and school improvement.
Enthusiastic teachers have formed clubs, most of which
are an outgrowth of the curriculum, and special groups
which assist in the organization of the school. These num-
ber fortyg thus every pupil has an opportunity to express
himself or to delve further into the secrets of his favorite
study. Club participation gives the pupils opportunities
to develop intellectually and socially, to acquire initiative
and leadership, and to learn to work with their classmates.
Promotion of good health is not neglected, for the
lunchroom workers prepare and serve good, wholesome,
well-balanced meals, the engineers see that the buildings
are heated properly, and the custodians keep the class-
rooms clean and in order.
All this cooperative work makes the Arsenal Technical
Schools what they are today.
MAIDGE RUTIIEIIFORD VIRGINIA RIILAND IIARIKY IILEWELLYN UUE. TIIOVIKS
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JANUARY MAGAZINE STAFF
JANUARY MAGAZINE STAFF
Magazine Editor ...................,.................................... Madge Rutherford
Associate Editor .................. .......... V irginia Roland
Layout Editor ............................ . .......... Harry Llewellyn
Associate Layout Editor .................................................... Dale Thomas
Business Manager ...................................................................... Dale Holt
Circulation Manager .......... ........ .......................... W a yne Sagor
Publicity Manager .................................................,........ Donald Kindred
Typists ........ Maxine E. Johnson, Marian McGauhey, Betty L. Morris
Miss Mabel Goddard ........................ Head of the English Department
Miss Ella Sengenberger ......... .................,.... D irector of Publications
Werner Monninger ......... ............... ,,.,,,,,,, I ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, B u siness
George R. Ban'ett ...........,...,,,,,.,,..,,..,,,.,.,. ,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,., P r inting
Layout Supervision for Magazine .......,... ..,.,,,,, M iss Frieda B, Lijlis
Printing Supervision for Cover ............ ........... Fl oyd W. Billington
Campus Photographer .............................. .......... H erbert D. Trauh
Principal of Arsenal Technical Schools .................. DeWitt S, Morgan
FIRST Row: Owen Findley, Robert Mayer, lvan Stoshitch, George Clark, Earl West, James McCormick, Alvin Ellis, Pete lrea, Darrell Thomas,
Harry Adkins, Tommy Wilson, Joe Crofts, Harlan Weaver, Parker Wilson, Donald Yelton, Leroy Snyder, Joe Kirsch. SECOND Row: James
Weaver, Dave Miller, Norman Linne, Louis Lee, Leland Wiggam, Don Huffman, Joe Powell, Don Gillie, Jolm Campbell, Melvin Coulter,
Eugene Brown, Leslie Fleck, James Wechsler, Raymond Von Spreckleson, Wilbert Mandara. THIRD Row: Coach R. L. Ball, Asst. Coach
Wayne E. Rhodes, Jack Lee, Slavko Mattes, Harry Barton, Bob Teen, N. Joe Crawford, Jean Stroh, Keith Jones, Richard Huberti, Morris
Mikkelsen, Arthur Murphy, John Johnson, Robert Tomlinson, Joe Yetter, Arthur Beldon, Robert Bailey, Reserve Coach W. E. Cleveland,
Manager Fred R. Gorman. FOURTH Row: George Shaffer, Brooks Powers, Frank Mitchell, James Warrenburg, Fred Fulton, Charles Howard,
Robert Clifford, Don Bostic, Carl Hartlage,Wayne Goodman, Forest Risley, Charles Morris, Charles Gearns, James Tearney,William Cauldwell.
Although one defeat at the hands of Shortridge forced
Tech to share the city championship with the North-
siders and Washington, and another heart-breaking set-
back from the Anderson lndians wrecked the Greenis
hopes for the North Central Conference crown, the varsity
football team completed a successful schedule under the
tutelage of Coach Robert L. Ball.
Depending largely on a fast running attack, coupled
with a dazzling aerial offense, the Green and White eleven
piled up 85 points against 79 for the opposition to gain
victories over Richmond, Muncie, Manual, Cathedral, and
Washington, While tying Jefferson of Lafayette and drop-
ping decisions to Shortridge and Anderson.
Tech tangled with the previously unscored-upon Jeffer-
son of Lafayette team in the season's opener, and after
sixty minutes of heated play the game ended in a 6-to-6
deadlock. The Bronchos capitalized on a blocked punt in
the first quarter with Korty scoring, while the Techmen
tallied in the second period after a long pass set the stage
for Wilson to register.
Traveling to Richmond, October third, the Green eleven
captured its first win of the season by downing the Red
Devils, 20 to 14., in a North Central Conference tilt. Passes
were responsible for all touchdowns during the game, with
Wilson scoring twice and Huffman crossing the goal once
for Tech. Lundy, fleet-footed negro back, pushed over on
both occasions for the Red Devils.
A late fourth-quarter safety provided the margin of vic-
tory for the Green and White as Tech journeyed to Muncie
for a night game October ninth to hand the Bearcats their
ME UF T E FUUTB LL EA U
first defeat by eking out an 8-to-7 triumph. The Green reg-
istered in the first quarter with Weaver going over after a
sustained drive. Muncie forged ahead in the second period
on a touchdown by Goens, followed by a successful con-
version. Both teams then battled on even terms until the
final minutes when Burres of Muncie was tackled behind
his goal for the winning points.
A safety again resulted in victory for the Green and
White in the initial city series battle when Manual fell
before Tech, 8 to 6, at Delavan Smith field, October six-
teenth. The two-pointer came in the first period after a
Redskin punt wasblocked over the goal, then Wilson
scored on a pass in the second quarter to boost the advan-
tage. Manual was held scoreless until the third period
when Hansing counted on a pass.
Coach Ball's team extended its victory string to four
consecutive wins at the Tech field October twenty-third by
stopping Cathedral, 18 to 7, for the first time in three years.
Weaver scored on Tech's initial try with the ball in the
first quarter to maintain an early lead which he increased
with touchdowns in the second and fourth periods. The
Irish offered their only threat in the third quarter when
Fitzgerald went over following a 72-yard march.
Failure to convert points after touchdowns spelled the
first defeat of the season and the loss of the North Central
Conference title for Tech October thirtieth, as Anderson
edged out the Green, 13 to 12, at the Tech gridiron.
ln the second quarter the Indians tallied, in rapid-fire
order, on passes to Goss and Davis and converted one extra
point to command a comfortable lead. Tech came back
strong to stage a spectacular rally in the final session as
Weaver counted twice, but both extra point attempts failed.
Tech regained the victory column and climbed to the
top of the city series standing November sixth in halting
the previously unbeaten Washington Continentals, 7 to 0,
at the Westsiders' field. Brilliant defensive work marked
the play of both elevens, but Crofts registered on a pass
in the second quarter to give Tech the winning advantage.
Nearly eight thousand fans filled the Butler bowl for
the annual battle with Shortridge November thirteenth,
as the Green and White fought for undisputed possession
of the city championship, but the Blue Devils proved too
strong and emerged on the long end of a 26-to-6 count to
throw the race for the local title into a three-way tie.
Displaying a powerful running attack featured by dead-
ly blocking, the Blue Devils rolled up two touchdowns in
the first four minutes, with Dawson and Schlake scoring.
Dawson again registered in the second period, then Rash
bolstered the lead with another marker in the last quarter.
Techis lone counter came in the final minutes when six
consecutive passes were completed to pave the way for
Weaver to perish over the goal.
Coach W. E. Cleveland led the reserve grid team through
its second undefeated season when the B team completed
its five-game series with four victories and one tie.
In the opening game of the season October eighth the
Green and White team traveled to Southport to eke out an
18-to-14' decision over the Cardinals. At Manual the fol-
lowing Thursday the host tasted defeat at the hands of
Tech, 14- to 7. Cathedral next fell before the Techmen in a
tussle on the East Side field October twenty-first, the visi-
tors losing by a 7-to-6 count. Shortridge blurred the other-
wise perfect record by holding Coach Cleveland's team to
a scoreless tie October twenty-ninth, but in the final game
of the season played at Washington November fifth, the
Green and White team returned victorious over the Con-
tinentals, 19 to 12.
Under the direction of Mr. Paul Wetzel, the latest addi-
tion to the coaching staff, Techis freshman football team
captured three games in four starts.
In their opening battle on the Tech gridiron October
fifteenth the freshies toppled Manual, 14 to 7. The rhinies
added their second victim October twenty-first when Cathe-
dral went down, 20 to 6, at the losers, field. Shortridge
nosed out the Green and White, 6 to 0, October twenty-ninth
on the North Side gridiron, but the yearlings concluded
their schedule by defeating Washington, 14 to 0, November
fifth at the Tech field.
The athletes on the squad were Robert Benton, Charles
Berling, Robert Boomershine, William Brown, Frank Bud-
denbaum, Robert Burns, Norman David, Walter Dillehay,
Edward Gibbs, William Gill, Max Gooch, Robert Hendrix-
son, William Hessler, Louis Hilscher, Nicholas Huter, Ed-
ward lngersoll, Dan Lentz, George Lucas, Howard Mathe-
son, Glen McCormick, William McGill, Frank Morgan,
William Murphy, Denzil Neville, John Patterson, William
H. Patterson, William Pattison, James Pein, Thomas
Reilly, Ernest Renner, Frank E. Robbins, William Schuck,
Julio Smith, Robert Smolka, ,lack Stoetling, William Tu-
dor, Frank Walker, Charles Wilson, Charles Wortman, and
Health, to which so little attention is paid, is really one
of the most important aspects of life because regardless of
a person's abilities or desires, a person can not do as he
wishes without the assistance of the ever-important factor
One of the objectives of the present-day schools is to
teach the students the principles of healthful living and to
imbed in their minds the necessity of following these rules.
Every person, to a certain extent, inherits his physical
status, but it is his duty to improve on his body or, if it is
in nearly perfect condition, to apply himself to maintain-
ing his health. It is the high-school person who fails to
realize the ever-increasing importance of keeping his body
fit. This is because the strain of overworking the muscles
and tissues of the body has not yet begun to tell.
Tech offers many opportunities for both the study and
maintenance of health. In such classes as physiology, hy-
giene, and nursing, the students get specific technical
knowledge. In courses such as chemistry, home econom-
ics, and zoology, there are many principles that relate to
health. The students also receive practical health training
in physical education, military training, and athletics. The
First Aid department acts as an advisory clinic. Thus the
school promotes health both in theory and in practice.
Bottom row, left to right: C. P. Dagwell, base-
ballg Bayne D. Freeman, varsity basketball, Fred
R. Gorman, athletic directorg R. L. Ball, varsity
footballg Paul E. Myers, track.
Top row: Ross Lyons, freshman trackg Reuben
Behlmer, trackg Kenneth Barr, reserve basketballg
Paul Wetzel, freshman footballg W. E. Cleveland,
reserve footballg Wayne E. Rhodes, varsity football.
Paced by Eugene Cox, who carried off individual honors
with a low medal score of 77, the Tech golf team, under
the direction of Mr. Bayne D. Freeman, copped the cham-
pionship in the annual North Central Conference links
tournament played at Richmond September nineteenth.
Scores of other Tech golfers were as follows: Arthur
Wettle, 79, Wayne Montfort, 84-, and Robert Laffey, 89.
The Richmond foursome toured the course with a card
of 351 for the runner-up position, while Kokomo, Lafay-
ette, and Marion finished in order for the next three places.
FALL TENNIS TUURNEY
In the annual North Central Conference tennis tourney
held at Richmond September nineteenth the Tech net team,
coached by Mr. Robert L. Ball, registered a clean sweep
by winning both the singles and doubles events.
As defending title holders in the doubles, the Green and
White successfully retained the distinction, with Carl Bohn
and James Prater defeating the Logansport combination
of Robert Brough and ,lames McCarnes, 6-2, 6-2, in the final
round. Elmer Molique stopped ,lack Crain, of Logans-
port, 6-4, 6-3, in the championship match of the single com-
Tech's cross-country team, coached by Mr. Paul E.
Myers, raced to victory in three meets to conclude its 1936
In the initial duel against Warren Central at the Tech
course September twenty-fifth the Green harriers coasted
to an easy 20-to-35 triumph. Sweeping the first five places,
the Tech runners next downed Manual, 15 to 40, at the
Southsiders' field October seventeenth. After trailing at
the start, Elias Poulos staged a fast finish to lead the
Green and White tracksters to a close 25-to-30 win over
Washington in the final engagement of the season at the
Continentals' field November sixth. Poulos' winning time
of ten minutes, three seconds, established a new record for
the two-mile course. '
Members of the team were Poulos, George Lyday, Ralph
Monroe, Vernon Martin, Leland Badger, Oren Bartle,
Robert Delrymple, Millard Dobbs, William Garrett, and
The girls, physical education classes present a colorful
picture when they 'cwork out" in their regulation blue
suits, white socks and shoes.
The department affords an opportunity for girls to dis-
play ability in almost any type of athletics, as class work
includes various types of dancing, mat work or stunts, self-
testing activities, and games such as volley ring, bad-
minton, cage ball, shullie board, volley ball, basketball,
baseball, and others. Ring toss, a new game, has recently
been added to the list. A ping pong set will soon be ob-
tained. Girls may receive instructions in tennis. Archery
is taught to girls in Gym III or above.
A safety program is included, for the first time, in the
department course of study. This program requires nine
lessons a semester. lts purpose is to promote good health
Supreme Day is set aside as the girls' Play Day at which
time all those working for points are privileged to partici-
pate in contests.
All girls in the department who desire to work for points
may do so. After a girl has accumulated three hundred
and fifty points she is awarded a bronze pin. When she has
won seven hundred and fifty points she receives a silver
ping and for one thousand points, a gold pin.
Points may be collected by participation in extra-cur-
ricular activities such as tennis, hockey, baseball, volley
ball, basketball, and badminton. Twenty-five points are
received for participation in every game. If the girl is an
outstanding player she may win a hundred points.
Points may be received for participation in the Sketch-
book and Christmas pageant to which the department al-
ways contributes an act.
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