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

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L111 THE Qfjanneff H0 11 by THELMA LOSTUTTER English Va l'iAfll'i did lltll reign i11 the large red brick house llalfway up i11 the next block. l11 tl1e Uililonnell l1o111e peace seldom reigned. The easy-going. loval1le lrish liilltllly' always took life as it car11e. And somehow or otl1er it usually came. l'erhaps eight-year-old Mary Lib did ltllfll tl1e house dow11 while making llllilglllllfy' cakes or fourtee11-year-old Paul did blow the house up while i11 l1is l'llt'Illll'8ll laboratory i11 tl1e basement. Was tl1is anything to upset a lively filllllly' to wl1icl1 something was always happening? livery small calamity was 111et witl1 cahnness if not a smile. Perhaps it was because Mrs. Oillonnell was used to Bill's ltflllglllg i11 a group of six friends for baco11 Elllfl eggs at eleven ol-lock at night. Or il 111igl1t be tl1at Mr. cJil30Illl6'll llittl more lllklll o11ce heard ,lim say ll1at o11e of tl1e f6Ilflf'I'S of tl1e new car was slightly ClPIllt'tl. 'lihen when tl1e head of the family examined tl1e f'CIltlCl'. lllt' slight Cll?lll usually I'6'Sc'llllJl9t'l tl1e Uljtdllllg of a cave. However. no lllLlllE'l' what happened to tl1e property. the six joyous people were all happy if Q2lCll of lllE'Ill was alive a11d accounted for. Day l1ad giV6Il way to darkness a11d tl1e fresh Illfltllllll 11igl1t fllllllfl every llt6'IlllJf'I' of the family witl1i11 tl1e Iflllillllllg walls of tl1eir l1o111e. The filllllly S96'lllCCl to accept tl1e night as a shield to protect their actio11s. for a11 uproar had rise11 wl1icl1 drowned tl1e chimes of tl1e llGigl1lJOI'l100tl church bell wl1icl1 llIltlCl' Ol'dlIl3I'y circumstances could be heard for a 111ile 3I'0UIlCl. In llll? tu111ult Nlrs. U'Donnell sat at tl1e pia11o playing the Blue Danube. Bill l1ad brought his set of Cll't1ll1S fl'0I1l his roo111 and was hilariously heating o11t tl1e l'l1ylllIT1 of a swing tu11e fI'UIll the radio. The electric victrola had lJPf'll plugged in. but 0116 could scarcely l1ear lil? recording. Witl1 his Latin textbook opened l1efore l1i111. sitting next to tl1e viclrola. Paul did 11ot understand why he could I1Ol concentrate on his lesso11s. In the playroon1 witl1 l16I' family of eight dolls seated around tl1e little table, Mary Lib was having a grand time at tl1e tea party for whicl1 Sli? l1ad planned all day. From the floor above there was a11 uproar. Rlltl sud- ClCIlly' Jim appeared. leaping tlOWll tl1e steps six at a tin1e. He ll0XN'lC'd so1nethi11g about the keys to tl1e car Zlllfl 111ade a dash for tl1e door. Papa O'Donnell did11't l1ear l1i111 for he was COI1t'6I'I16Cl at tl1e 111o111e11t with his ow11 affairs. Spri11g l1ad sprung Hlltl the 111aster had rescued l1is fishing rod and tackle fI'OIH tl1e attic. It l1ad needed a slight repairing after his wife used part of tl1e tackle to bi11d Grand- pa O,Donnell's Christmas package. At tl1e moment he l1ad just hooked Uncle Bill's picture and sent it crashing to the floor. Much to his joy that picture would hang no longer. Across the law11 to the east, peeri11g fron1 behind the curtain i11 her usual place, Miss Phoebe Sullivan clucked her tongue in wonder. How was it that the stately old house could surpass all the happenings the whirling fan1ily next door thought to bring about? Why, Miss Phoebe could ren1em- ber the Civil War days whe11 that same house had gazed upo11 lovely young ladies and gallant young me11 as they danced and laughed to l1ide the tears of farewell that must be bade to chivalrous soldiers. For two years General Sherman had been stationed witl1i11 those very walls. The little old lady knew every Ilflflli and cor11er of the house which was 11ow tl1e home ofthe O'Donnells. Before her beloved friends l13ll moved to a distant state she l1ad spent the happiest hours of her life there. Ten years had woven in a11d out. yet Nliss Phoebe l1ad IIPYCI' lost interest ill the red brick structure. Still sl1e IIGYCJI' ventured to cross her yard to acquaint herself with the family. The 11ight was growing shorter and the O'Donnells were gffiwlllfl tired. lfveryoiie was seated i11 tl1e livi11g P00111 listening to tl1e groupis favorite radio prograIn-everyone but tl1e baby. She was still i11 tl1e pliiyI'U0l1l witl1 her dolls. ffve1'ythi11g was quiet i11 l1er little room. so it was evide11t that Mary Lib l1ad drifted into tll'f'HllllZlIlfl. Nine o'clock arrived and Mrs. O'lJonnell rose to tuck l1er daugl1ter i11 bed. No Illilllcl' l1ow IllUCll excitement was gtllllg 011 or whether tl1e rest of the family was awake until llllfllllglll. Mama O'Donnell always put tl1e child to bed when tl1e hands ofthe clock showed IllIl0. She ope11ed tl1e playroom door. but Mary Lib was Il0l i11 tl1e roo111. Surely that child lliltlllil locked herself i11 tl1e closet agai11. No. tl1e closet was empty as she could see because tl1e door was standing ope11. Perhaps Mary Lib llilfl gOIlP upstairs to go to bed by l1erself. A 111i11ute later Nlillllkl scurried down the stairs screan1- ing her daughters 11an1e. Two 1ni11utes later everyone was searching tl1e house for tl1e cl1ild. Every roo111 was scanned. but without results. By tl1is ti111e ,lim had returned Zlllfl his father a11d l1e we11t outdoors to examine the IlC'lglllJOI'l100Cl. On tl1eir 1'6'lUl'Il Papa gathered the fa111ily i11 the livi11g I'UOlH. Since tl1e IIPWS of Mary Libis disappeara11ce. Paul l1ad 510116 directly from tl1e Clilllllg room to the living l'OOlll. Never OIICC did he leave. He had looked LllNl6'I' tl1e rug. in the radio. behi11d tl1e pictures. i11 tl1e ash-trays a11d every other pos- sible or i111possible place where l1is sister 111igl1t be. Seeing l1is wife ill hysterics. Papa O'Donnell decided wl1at l1e111ust do. The radio was still gfllllg a11d at 11i11e o'clock tl1e police calls were COIl1iIlg over tl1e air. That was tl1e solu- tio11: he would SUIHHIOII tl1e police. Heading for tl1e radio he checked hi111self. It was best tllill he 1156 the telepho11e. Before he could leave tl1e room. a little figure was standing ElIllOllg the aroused group. No. Mary Lib had IlOt returned nor l1ad her ghost appeared. Miss Phoebe Sullivan was stretching her four feet a11d eleven incl1es to the extremity of five feet as she raised l1er voice to ring atop the chaos. In a quiet a11d matter-of-fact way she introduced her- self. explaining her mission as if sl1e l1ad every right in the world to be among the family. And why didnit she have a right to be there? Hadnit she S9911 Bill whe11 he broke his collarbone playing football i11 the back yard as he tried to tackle the goal post by accident? And hadn't she been stand- ing by her kitchen window when Jimmy ran the car into the M'I'OIlg side of the garage? Why, she knew the family as well as if she lived in the same house with them. On this evening she had bee11 sitting at a window directly across the lawn from

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Mary Lib's playroom and as she knitted she had watched Mary Lib playing with her dolls. After introducing herself Miss Phoebe asked to be led to the playroom. The family was following the little lady around as a group of baby chickens would follow their mother hen. Not knowing what to do or say. they thought it best to see what Miss Phoebe was about. They were grouped in the playroom as she switched on the light in the closet. Never once glancing over her shoul- der. she pushed her hand against one of the boards in the wall. Slowly the entire west wall of the closet swung open. This little act would have knocked Mama down had Papa not been back of her and it would have knocked Papa down had Jimmy not been back of him. The O'Donnells tumbled forward to see what was in- side the hidden room. Merciful heavens! Curled up on the floor with her arm for a pillow was Mary Lib. Papa U'Donnell gathered the child in his arms and made his way upstairs to lay her in bed. Coming downstairs he joined the group. Miss Phoebe was smiling slightly. She was remembering when she had locked herself in that room where General Sherman had always placed his important maps and papers for safe- keeping. Her friends had used it for a wine storage. Since the former occupants had moved. no one had known of its THE ww by WILLIAM POIILMAN English Vllc HHEE YEARS ago a boy sat watching an old man with a long thin rod Hip a brightly-colored feather out over a little pool. Suddenly there was a loud swish and something exploded out of the water. The rod bent as if it would snap in two. A long silver thing leaped and did a dance on its tail. It rushed out into the swift current. but the old man slowly guided it into a landing net. As he lifted his captive to get a better view. the fisherman threw out his chest. and a broad grin spread across his face. To the youth standing there on the bank. all this was fascinating. for this was his first glimpse of a bronzeback. Now a hronzeback may be just another fish to you. but to the person who spends the long winter nights planning and scheming to outwit this crafty individual. it deserves respect. Even the person who has never pursued the bass in its watery haunts. who has eaten only a sizzling morsel. fried a golden brown in butter and cracker-crumbs. even he appreciates the fact that this fish is to be desired more than any other. Angling for the bronzeback is a zestful adventure. You drift into a cove overhung by green branches that seem to give the whole place a feeling of cool peacefulness: then. over to the right you see a small ripple which gives the warn- ing that some hungry prowler of the deep is getting his dinner. You cast a plug over the ripple. Nothing happens. You start to retrieve the bait when zowie-something snaps you out of the daze in which you are. Your rod and reel existence until Mary Lib chanced on it in her playing. It' one knocked from the inside of the compartment. he could not be heard. The UiDonnells were soon merry again. for Mary Lib was safe in her bed. the rest of the familv were all accounted for, and they had won a new friend. Before Xliss lfhoebe left. ,Timmy promised to take her for a ride to see how it felt to drive eighty-five miles an hour. Miss Phoebe closed the door behind her and left the family to themselves. Another evening was over: and though it was still quite early. the U'Donnells could go to bell and sleep in peace. for everyone was safe and sound within the walls of their home. A WHITE IIAFFOIIIL by NATALIIQ Jl'XtLIC lfnglish Xl Six pure petals ln.-td the cup of delicate fragrance. So perfect was its form. I thought it artificial. The svveet perfume from somewhere far beyond Taught me tht- truth that Unly the skill of Natureis hand tfan fashion such exquisite grace. Unly Nature can shape Such perfect loveliness ln one NXIIIIP dafiodll. OF THE ROD almost leap out of your hands. but somehow you manage to hold on and set the hook. The battle is on. Your reel screeches as the line flies otll. but you soon put a stop to that. Your opponent tries something new. He turns and comes rushing straight back at your boat. intl begin winding up that slack line which is still out in the water: he slows up a little. and at last you have reeled in all the line except that which the bass has decided to keep. By this time you are getting tired of this dawdling. and you begin to drag him in. All goes well for two revolutions of the reel-handle. Uut comes the bronzeback. looks straight at you. and shakes his head amidst the foamy spray. Then down he goes-- straight to the bottomfand there he stays. You pull and pull. You feel the line begin to stretch. Ifeis off again. zigzagging this way and that. The line goes limp. your heart is in your mouth. you think he is gone. you begin to take in the line. There is a faint tug at the end of the line. what a glorious feeling! He is your fish! Now all this may sound easy. but try it. You walk a mile or so. not to mention the seventy-hve or one hundred miles you have had to drive to reach your stream: you sit for hours in a boat or walk around in the mud: you get sunshine in plentiful doses before you find your cool cove and its bass: you are nearly eaten up by mosquitoes: and. too often. you never have a nibble. Is it worth it? Yes! There are millions of us fishermen who. like you. will risk sunburn. pneumonia. malaria from gnat-infested swamps. weariness. and disap- pointment every time an invitation comes to go fishing. For there is always a hope that we will reel in a bronzeback.