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

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THE TOWER AT SUNSET W 5 SUNNING BETWEEN CLASSES THE MAIN BUILDING A FAMILIAR WALK BETWEEN TWO SYCAMORES SHADOWS AROUND THE CORNER 14

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SCHOLARSHIP COMMITTEE A division of the senior activities is the Scholar- ship committee which strives to raise the scho' lastic standard of the school. QALESMEN The success of many Tech projects is due, to a great extent, to the ticket salesmen who are chosen from sponsor .rooms and advertising and salesmanship class- es. STUDENT COUNCIL Acting as the executive body of the senior class the Student Council composed of the five of ficers in each of the sm senior roll rooms, holds meetings to discuss prob lems concerning the class.

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Q , 9 A . Q5 - - ggi ' if-sg M r -fiiifl ' it THE RETURN UE LIFE He was just one of perhaps a half a million tired, hot people who lived in the world of dust, for the merciless pale sun shone continuously on the dry earth, the dry people, the dry souls, and the dry crops, all BY struggling to live with one hope in ELIZABETHANN mind-that rain, the life-giving rain, SOUTH might fall. ENGLISH VI But rain had not been seen for weeks, yes, for months, for the sun seemed determined to fill the whole universe with her drying rays. He, or shall we call him Juan De Casa, was desper- ate for, if rain did not fall soon, he would be lost, for his farm was mortgaged and- his only son was dying of fever. If the Great One was merciful and rain fell, soon his crops would grow, he would be able to pay the mortgage, and he could get a doctor for his dying son. Even Rosa's smooth olive skin was dry and parched, her hands were red and roughened, and her almond shaped nails were torn and broken. The year before his rancho was prosperous, fiestas were held regularly, and his wife was fresh and glowing. He had had many servants and many pesos, and he was generous to the needy. But all that was different now, for his crops were eaten by locusts, and his sheep and cows had died like moths around a fire. He had mortgaged his lovely rancho to feed his wife and child during the winter, and all his servants had gone to find another place where they would be needed. No more milk could be gotten, for long ago his last two cows had lain down in the dust heap that served as a barnyard, and sighed a sigh of thanksgiving that the Great One had called them from their sufferings. And now only their whitened bones, dry as tinder, remained to tell the story of death. Juan, sitting beside the dry well, denounced the sun as an enemy, and as he was vowing revenge, the fright- ened cry of Rosa fell upon his ears. Running to the adobe house, he went to the bedroom and saw Rosa bending over the tiny form of his son who was moaning and tossing in his wooden cradle. He must have a doctor soon,', sobbed Rosa wildly, or my only son will go to oin his forefathers. I have prayed to St. Mary, but my boy only gets worse. Oh please go to the white doctor and bring him to my son. I fear for him. ' ,- Z' iii f ff H, at if- J' ff -I --X He had mortgaged his lovely rancho-' Hearing Rosais desperate plea, Juan made the deci- sion that his son would be saved even if his father died in the attempt. Running quickly to the corral he grabbed a bridle and went to the barn where he put it on his beloved horse Night. She was the only living animal Juan had left, for he kept her in the cool barn and fed her with the utmost care. Leaping upon Night's back, he disappeared in a swirl of dust. The dust seemed to swallow him, for all that could be seen was a large whirlpool of dust, and all that could be heard was the thunder of beating hoofs and the occasional word of courage from Juan to his horse. ' Arriving in town, Juan, still in a cloud of dust, galloped to the white doctor's office and made his errand known. When he said he would not be able to pay the bill for some time, the doctor did not seem to hear for he had gathered his equipment and disappeared toward the barn. Appearing again he was riding a large white horse, and spurring the horse forward, he was soon lost to sight. Juan returned to his horse, Night. Mounting him, Juan followed the whirl of dust that seemed to be blown hither and yon by the wind, but which was really the doctor. All at once, Night stopped, threw her head in the air, and snorted. Juan, looking around to see what fright- ened the horse, heard the far off rumble of drums-but wait-it was thunder he heard, and thunder meant rain -rain! The Great One was merciful after all. But here Juan checked himself g had the Great One been merciful-was his son still alive or had the hovering Angel of Death claimed his soul? Juan hurried onward and soon reached his rancho. Seeing the doctor's horse standing in the corral, its sides lathered and its head hanging, he hurried inside to see the baby. He was lying quiet in the cradle with a smile on his face, and the doctor was bending over Rosa, who was lying on the bed exhausted and pale. Seeing Juan enter, the doctor spoke, Your son will live. As he uttered these words, a torrent of water fell upon the parched earth, giving life to the land, the people, the souls, and the crops. And the Queen of Heat had hidden her radiant face in defeat. Oh yes, the Great One was merciful, and crossing himself, Juan fell on his knees and gave thanks.