Emmerich Manual High School - Ivian Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)
- Class of 1915
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Ht, 7. if. S l JliliillS si;5MsmisSS j;:i Robert Whipkus ' Athletics Halford Udell, Science Sidney Aronson, Asst. Editor Helene Sawyer, Magazine Charlotte Jacobs, Art Ruth Jasper, Academic Robert Barnhill, Editor THE BOOSTER To the Ivy. True to the custom of Manual lore, Of the many classes gone before, Faithful to rule, to her teachings loyal, We plant thee deep in her sacred soil. Grow, O Ivy, strong and high, And the lives of all of us typify, Unfold to us from thy tender leaves, As a magic teacher who spins and weaves, The woof, the warp, perfection blent, To the finished mission of God ' s in- tent. We plant thee, Ivy, with love and hope, Faith in the future, with the world to cope. Lift up thy head, expand and grow, As classes come and classes go. Fill thy place on this honored wall, An inspiration and a joy to all. Teach us endurance through storm and strife, For thou art emblem of a faithful life. Cling to Manual ' s weathered walls, Let us revere her hallowed halls. And as thine, secure in thy lofty height, May our view of life be clear and bright. ' Tis not by story or metered ryhme, We climb the wall to the heights sub- lime, But striving with constant effort, we In emulation turn to thee; To learn from thee the thought, Excel, To grasp our mission, to fill it well. We dedicate thee, Ivy Green, Class of June Nineteen Fifteen, From ' neath this Ivied shelter here, Stepping forth in a broader sphere, " Deeds not Words " our life ' s en- deavor, " Manual " green in our hearts forever. — Owen Tarleton. Keep it up, Frances, you sure will make (one) grand mother-in-law. Wow!!! Class Day One of the liveliest class days which Manual has ever known, was cele- brated by the June ' 15 Seniors on Wednesday, May 18. The exercises, which were held in the auditorium during the seventh and eighth hours,, were opened by a selection by the Senior orchestra, whose merits are well known. Halford Udell and Manley Spouse then sang an origi- nal duet, entitled " Weber G. De Vore ' s Pompadour. " This was fol- lowed by the reading of the Class His- tory by Owen Tarleton, historian, and a recitation by John Cheney. Richard Stout, class prophet, next entertained the audience by reading the class pro- phecy, In which he prophesied all sorts of wonderful things to be, for differ- ent members of the class. The next number on the program was the reci- tation of the class poem, by the class poet, Owen Tarleton. The class will,, by DeWitt Cromwell, was then read, and next in line of order came a song by David Irwin; declamation, by Carry Jones, and xylophone solo, by Otto Mueller. An interesting feature of the exercises was the presentation of gifts by Gray Travis and Louis Haerle to different members of the class. After several selections bv the orchestra, the Seniors ended their ex- ercises by giving the class yells. — Ruth Jasper. As Rare as a Senior Caught Loitering. Mary Mitchell out of trouble. Bessie Aeurbach doing anything but talking. B. Marshall when she wasn ' t smiling. Marvin when he didn ' t have the " Big Head. " Strauder Doran when he wasn ' t sinking. Billee when she wasn ' t slamming something about the school. John Cheney when he had all his lessons. Lawrence Hill when he didn ' t look sleepy. For Sale, by Horton Oliver. Copies of " How to Speed ' Em Up and Win the Relay. " Freshie (to Sidney Aronson): " Do you belong to the Forum? " " Sid " : " No, the Forum belongs to me. " THE BOOSTER Ivy Day Ivy day was celebrated by the June ' 15 class on Friday, April 30, the mem- bers of the Jan. ' 16 class and the post- graduates being present. After John Lenahan, of the June class, had plant- ed the ivy vine, the class, led by the officers, marched into the auditorium through the stage entrance, with an or- chestra of senior boys furnishing the music. The program opened with the singing, by the senior class, of the Ivy Song, written by Ethel Crawford. President John Lenahan in a short speech in which he compared the class to the growth of the vine, presented the ivy to the school. Mr. Stuart in his acceptance said that the class was following a custom which had come down through history from the early Egyptians, who had dedicated the ivy to certain gods. He spoke of the good the ivy did the school, taking the moisture from the building, support- ing it, and beautifying it. He ex- pressed his appreciation, not only of this gift, but of the many other things which he said the class had done and would do for Manual. He told of his expectations for the members of the class, saying that, though his ideals were high, he felt sure that each mem- ber could and would reach them and bring honor and fame to Training school. Margaret Winters then sang a solo, Owen Tarleton gave his ivy poem, and after a song by David Irwin, John Lenahan presented the silver trowel with which he had planted the ivy, to William Ebaugh, president of the Jan. ' 16 class. In his acceptance Ebaugh promised, in the name of his class, to continue the custom of planting the ivy vine. The June class then sang an " Ode to a Violet, " their class flow- er, and closed the exercises with the school yells, led by Dale Miller. The class left the auditorium with a feel- ing of sorrow that their high school days would soon end, but with a de- sire to do greater things for old M. T. The members feel that they have distinguished their ivy day by being the first class to plant their ivy on the east side of the building, so that they may, as Mr. Stuart said, beautify the back of the building as well as the front. — Marie Mueller. A June Senior Last Words of Famous Seniors. Robert Whipkus: " Hey, boy! " Sidney S. Aronson: " What ' s a mat- ter with you Seniors? " John Lenahan: " All those standing in the outer sections please rise. " Composite Senioress: " Won ' t you please write in my book? " Arthur Silcox: " When I flirted with Mary, etc. — " Davy Irwin: " Anybodv gotta a Star? " Helene E. Sawyer: " I ' m just crazy about ' im! " Horton Oliver: " Gimme. " What We Have to Thank Our Teachers For. Mr. Vallance: For allowing us to lunch promptly at the first bell. Miss Lang: For liberality with red ink on our comps. Miss Banta: For reminding us that " The bell has rung now, please. " Miss Knox: For quieting the Room 10 infants. Mr. C. S. Stewart: For reminding us that he is MR. Stewart. Miss Foy: For her leniency with strollers in Lover ' s Lane. Mr. Sizer: For his fashion hints. Miss Tuttle: For the cakes w r e steal from her Cooking IV ' s. Miss Wheeler: For keeping the " hoi polloi " out of the Booster office. THE BOOSTER Class Will of June, 1915. (By DeWitt Cromwell.) e, the class of June, 1915, upon leaving this sphere, in full possession of sound mind, memory, and under- standing-, do make, publish, revoke all former wills, and declare this our last will and testament, in the manner fol- lowing, that is to say: First, we direct that our just debts and funeral expenses be paid, and that our funeral be inaugurated by our dear friends, well washers, and the fac- ulty, only hoping that it may be car- ried out with all the solemnity and pomp our position in school has merited. Second, we give and bequeath $900 for the purpose of placing a system of fans in the auditorium, to be operated by Mr. Stuart ' s Ford. Third, Ave give and bequeath to the best Freshman mechanic, all of our athletic buttons, which he shall as- semble into one large curtain to be placed between our lunch rooms and the upper floors while our lunch is be- ing prepared. OFFICERS OF . " It ;. a 1 y Horton Oliver, Treasurer John Lenaham. President Fourth, we give and bequeath to the Indianapolis High School Amalga- mated Mutual Alliance, the beautiful landscape which is now passing our stately edifice. Fifth, we give permission to the Freshmen to organize an involuntary army to prevent Helene E. Sawyer ' s cat from walking on Mr. Koontz ' s wireless aerial and being electrocuted. Sixth, to the underclassmen, we give all the honors and medals that we didn ' t walk away with at a recent interscholastic track meet. Seventh, we bequeath $10,000 for the construction of a subway under and between the rental library and the of- fice, to be used personally by K. Von Ammerman in order to prevent con- vection currents in the traffic in the hall. Eighth, we give all our lost caps, handkerchiefs, and hair-ribbons, now located in safe burial grounds in the outer office, to our well-known clean- ers, in order that they may keep the windows clean during the next vaca- tion. THE BOOSTER ' JUNE ' 15 CLASS Louise Nessler, Vice-President Ninth, we bequeath " Doc " Whita- ker ' s imitation of the wind to all of his younger listeners, with the under- standing that said wind shall lift him to Mars, where his agile foolishness would be appreciated. Tenth, we give $10,000 for a bronze statue of Russel Johnson, having in- scribed these words, " A Fitting Ex- ample of the Largest Graduating Class in History. " Eleventh, we give and bequeath one more plank to Billee Campbell ' s suf- fragette platform, in order that said ship of state will not sink while Billee is on her hone,vmoon to Europe next summer. Twelfth, we will one copy of Glenn Ely ' s new book on " How to Grow a Beautiful Pompadour, " to any Fresh- man applying at the stage entrance. Fourteenth, we bequeath " B " Mar- shall ' s curling iron to Irwin Bass, hoping that he will be able to say good morning with the same ease that Howard Doremus did in the class play. Fifteenth, we give Weber DeYore ' s new sleep cure to Mr. Koontz, to ad- minister to Leon Rogers on the morn- ing after the night before. Sixteenth, for obvious reasons, we will Dick vStout ' s desire for speed to Air. Sizer. Seventeenth, to Miss Caroline Smith, we will one pair of stilts and a marble foot-stool, so that she will be recognized as a member of the faculty. Eighteenth, we bequeath Edwin O. Instad ' s ability as an orchestra leader to Heine Moesch, so that he shall be able to carry a tune on a fly swatter. Nineteenth, we give a permit to Ernst Hergenroether to use the hall as " an old trysting place. " Twentieth, we bequeath Miss Edna Brinkmeyer ' s filing cabinet, in which she files daily letters from Columbus, Ohio, to the school library, to be used as an example of fine art and litera- ture. Twent3 -nrst, we bequeath all our left-over lunch checks to the general fund for raising the rostrum about Bessie Auerbach, Secretary THE BOOSTER Miss Hadley ' s desk, so that she shall be able to reach the telephone without executing a toe-dance. Twenty-second, we give $900 for the purpose of purchasing a new ped- estal for the auditorium, as the old one has been mutilated by President Lenahan in his earnest efforts to maintain silence in class meetings. Twenty-third, we will and bequeath $10,000,000 to Miss Perkins and Miss Knox as part payment of our heart- felt appreciation and gratitude for their untiring and unceasing efforts in helping us in all of our class projects. Twenty-fourth, as Chelsea Stewart has been and is likely to be here for a long time, we appoint him as execu- tor of this our last will and testament. In Witness Whereof, we hereunto subscribe our names, this nineteenth day of May, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred fifteen. JOHN LENAHAN, President. LOUISE NESSLER. Vice-President. NORTON OLIVER, Treasurer. BESSIE AUERBACH, Secretary. What They Are Noted For. Julian Witham: A walking con- servatory of flowery expressions. Marion Slider: Slider-baked bread (better known as hard tack). Thos. Bemis, Jr.: Ability to avoid the office. T. Manley Spouse: Those Ger- man " pomes. " Helene E. Sawyer: History. Robert Whipkus : Kat. Stackhouse. Kat. Stackhouse: Robert Whipkus. Halford LTdell: Ability to go to Wabash. Edward Constantine Crossen: His name. Will Carskadon: O, slobbers, don ' t tell, Frances. John Lenahan: His German sym- pathies. Bessie Auerbach: Teaching Dick Stout the way home. Dick Stout: Learning the way to Bessie Auerbach ' s. Chester Barney: That Boy Scout paraphernalia. Owen Tarleton: Nothing. Miss Arda Knox, Class Sponsor Senior Honor Roll. Room 9 — Katherine Baunach, De- Witt Cromwell, Walter Davis, Mar- jorie Fowler, George Friedrichs, James Grubbs, Louis Haerle, Floyd Hartley, Gladys McKinney, Dale Mil- ler, Vera Morgan, Adolph Mueller, Marie Mueller, Helene Sawyer, Mary Schmitt, Albert Strohmeyer, Chas. Wagner. Room 10 — Sidney Aronson, William E. Benson, Edna Brinkmeyer, Dorcas Campbell, Wilbur Carter, John R. Cheney, George H. Cornelius, Alice Davis, Howard Doremus, Esther Fer- guson, Florence Fullen, Rachel Garst, Marjorie Golay, Marion M. Habich, Edmund Haggard, Ralston M. Hathaway, Wm. Hubert, Ruth Jas- per, William N. Karn, Carl Kennan Victoria Koenig, Allan C. Krause. Room 12 — Opal Cornell, Olga Eber- hardt, Mary Healy, Nellie E. Kiser, Lois Newhouse, Bennie Perk, Beulah Plake, Florence Reese, Clara L. Rom- mel, Rosa Sapine, Leona A. Sour- wine, Alvaretta Stoddard, Richard H. Stout, Will Thompson, Gertrude Thorns, Halford C. Udell, Flavins E. Ullrey, Desmond Vawter. THE BOOSTER Harris McGuire. President of Forum The Forum of 1914-15. By Julian O. Witham. One of the most active and interest- ing societies in connection with the student body of the school this year is the Manual Training High School Forum. Every session has been a busy one, and mam- of them have been of especial interest. At the be- einninz of this present year, Senator McGuire introduced a joint resolution in which a former suffrage bill was to be repealed, but the measure failed because of the suffrage sentiment. At a later date, Senator Perk ' s bill pro- viding for a U. S. Central Bank was passed. The most engrossing business of the first part of the present year, how- ever, was the trial of Senator John- son. The attorneys for the prosecu- tion, Senators Beitman and Witham, charged the defendant with malfea- sance of office, because he had forged the name of Senator Beitman to a bill. But Senators DeVore and Davis won their case from the jury on a plea of sympathy, and Judge Sydney S. Aron- son handed down the verdict in favor oi the defendant. At a later sess Senators Witham and Davis succeed- ed in passing, by an overwhelming majority, a bill providing for the abolishment of capital punishment. Senator Binzer s bill providing for the teaching of military training in the high schools, and a bill providing for increasing the standing army and navy, were lost because of the senti- ment against militarism. The debate upon a bill providing for all-steel railway coaches led to personalities, which culminated in the famous ' Witham-Davis conspiraey trial. Senator Davis was charged with having been unduly influenced by the U. S. Steel Corporation for the support of the bill. Senator Witham and Senator Perk prosecuted the case and Senator Aronson was counsel for the defendant. Senator Witham ' s bill creating a U. S. Tariff Commission was passed in spite of violent opposi- tion on the part of a few members representing " big: business. " ' A wire- less resrulation bill was laid on the table because such a measure was re- garded as unnecessary at the present time. Senator Clary ' s prohibition bill was almost lost at the regular ses- sion of the Forum on account of vari- ous attempts at filibustering, but it was finally oassed, almost on the mo- ment of adjournment. Senator Aron- son served as president of the body for two of the four terms of office since last fall. Senator Beitman occu- pied the chair throughout the third term, and Senator R. Harris McGuire ; the retiring president. A Freshman ' s W5«=K I wish I wuz a Senior. So knowinsr, smart an ' tall. An ' not a little Freshman. A roamin ' ' bout the hall. If I chanced to look at Juniors. I ' d view ' em all with scorn. An ' priggish little Soph ' mores ' Ud wish they ' d ne ' er been born. I ' d stall in ? 11 my classes Jus ' hke the Seniors do. I wish I wuz a Senior. Now. really, don ' t you, too? — Naomi McTxtssick. fla % ; i £ U Co bctJ U u r ° S u v ux jtj S o o en cu o u U d re°s i X . cu x X ; x nJ !X 3 C ■ bo d w • w . £ en cu " o : • fe 2 c l a 1-l d 3 -m +J Vi o o£! o y s tf-3 Ills en u ' i en o3 o • U O o w m 5 ■ ■« ° re • re X J u +j en 03 U (2 ; " £ o rt o D U) D 1 " tn +-» £ o rtX u -I S o cu X cu g ■ C cu ■±3 cu £-5 ho . «ar i XJ- « °-E Sis a d o g " i75 u u .Tl c« d d " d 03 in x £ ■■d s a3 re Uh C Xi en £ ' Si? O X t- 1 (U cu - § C Uh c u. «- cu 2 aj cu ■;° X ° o cu d cu -« 5 «- ° S ° n» «+h en bo re C 6H2 re u o cu r; :ir d cu d x re d O d »«■« -! t-l «+H O D rf •d X cu u. c +-■ X W 00 cu j-» o ..X en . u cu u X re . - ocq re en .2 « Sx - en ; ,—. « x H u . P X -iJ ■J3 u tn rrt •! " ! u, en d 03 bo o3 u en bo o3 u cu . re cu X rt o r d d; x d d a; re d o CU o en u u O " " O J " bo o « en S.2x ° S cu X cu cu 13 re no cu cu ,. cjX ft rt-ibE W d n " " ; cu S cu S re d O O •xi c; x -a oo bo THE BOOSTER 9 Roines was not organized, however, for the sole purpose of aiding fresh- men. Their purpose is to help when needed, to boost everything that is worthy of boosting, and in this way increase the efficienc - of Manual. With this point of view in mind the boys during the last year gave two informal parties in the gym. The parties had the desired effect. People became acquainted. The worry from studies was taken off the pupils ' minds and they were better able to resume their studies after the recrea- tion. Indirectly, also, Roines has another purpose and benefit which is para- mount to the others. As the require- ments for membership are rather stringent and as it is somethine of an honor to belong to the club, the un- derclassmen strive to do better work in order that they may be admitted into the club when the}- are seniors. Roines is a chain, which draws all :o that plane of higher grades, hieher ideals, and better conduct which all make a greater M. T. H. S. and in the end better, bigger and r. : " : " er rr.tr:. The officers of the present club are as follows: George A. Davis, pres- ident: John Lenahan, vice-president: I issefl Johnson, treasurer; Cushman Hoke, secretary : Sidney Aronson, publicity man, and Robert Whipkus, sersreant-at-arms. Sung- By a June 15 ' Thinker. " fTune — It ' s a Long Way to Tippe- It " s a long stretch ' till January, It ' s a long time to wait. It ' s a long stretch ' till January. And it troubles my poor pate! Goodby, dear old June ' 15, Farewell, classmates dear. It ' s a long, lone stretch ' till Januarv, But I ' ll stay right here. Weber DeVore (looking at watch): " This watch loses a couple of minutes every day, I wonder what ' s the matter with it " It probably takes a couple of min- utes off even.- day to look at Helene- picture in the case A FISH STORY By Wi.; Car6kadon Just the other day, I stepped into a living shop (beanery) to lay in a little stock of internal upholstering, when I met an old side-kick of mine, namely, Jeff Larkin. Now, Jeff an ' me hadn ' t alius been the best of friends, cauz we got interduced in a fight back in a little minin ' town some years ago. We ended that fight in about two hours, when we took up the international peace movement, and we have been good friends ever since (mainly be- cause no one knows which is the best man of the two). When Jeff saw me, he came up with a grizzly hug in each paw, and I be- ne would have kissed me right then and there, only I gue- afraid that the sweet erirl cashier, who extracts the quarters from you as you go out, would get jealous and want him to kiss her, too. Jeff wuz too wise an old jay to risk any such a scene as that in a perfectly respectable hash- house. So Jeff contented himself with a few slaps and kicks directed to dif- ferent parts of my anatomy, and told me to come over to his stall and guz- zle a few pancakes with him. I couldn ' t refuse such a friend as Jeff, so I went over to inhale a few of his lies about his experiences. I knew they vruz comin ' , cauz I hadn ' t been set down with him five minutes before he sprung a stor}- about a fishin ' trip he took about a year ago. Jeff said he went up here to Musky- lunge Lake for his fishin ' spree. Now, he said, there wuz so durned many fish in that lake that there wuz hardly water enoueh to get in amongst them. And if a feller was feelin ' able to take the trip, that you could walk across on their backs. In fact, it just made me sick to think what I had missed by not goin ' up there to live long ago. I let Jeff talk ' till his gasoline com- menced to run low. and I saw that he wnz srettin ' pale around the gills from exhaustion, before I said anything. And then I sez: " I don ' t hardly know whether to believe this or jest call it a darned lie. Jeff. " And when I that, old Jeff just reversed and then shifted gears and put her in high and (Cootimted on Pa e 11) 10 THE BOOSTER The B° oster published weekly by The Pupils of Manual Training High School Entered as second-class matter March 30, 1912 at Indianapolis, Indiana, under act of March 3, 1879 INDIANA POLIS, INDIANA 10 cents per copy VOL. XII No. 6 and 7 Ready Friday, May 28, 1915 EDITORIAL BOARD Robert G. Barnhill Editor-in-Chief Sidney S. Aronson Asst. Editor-in-Chief Helene E. Sawyer Magazine Editor Atlee Slentz, Mildred Hein, Assts. Ruth Jasper Academic Editor Marie Mueller, Assistant Halford Udell Science Editor Charles Wagoner, Assistant Charlotte Jacobs Art Editor Robert Whipkus Athletic Editor Mable McHugh, Owen Conrad, Assts. STAFF John Adkans, Iva Beem, Floyd Beitman Gladys Benson, George Bischoff, John Brayton Eugenia Clark, Paul Draper, Clifford Foltz Florence Fullen, Constance Gaynor, Calvin Ger- lach, Fred Glossbrenner, Raymond Freeman Irma Gulley, Robert Hatfield, Prentice Hughel Lillian Jones, Forrest McAlpin, Naomi McKis sich, Kenneth Magers, Norma Merrill, Ross Mullin, Elizabeth Moore, Ralph Proctor, Lavina Riddle, Russell Secrest, Harold Stewart, Gerald Watson, Marie Whitney, Taylor O ' Bold, Charles Rohrman, Manley Spouse. BUSINESS STAFF John C. Davis Business Manager Everett Dunn, Haskle Kersey, Gertrude Link, Margaret McRoberts, Mildred Willey, Assistants. Miss Eleanor P. Wheeler, E. H. Kemper Mc- Comb, Karll Von Ammerman Faculty Advisors. OFFICES :: :: ROOM 26 Au Revoir When this issue of the Booster reaches the hands of the subscribers, the dust will already be accumulating on the desks of the various editors. Never again will the present editorial board publish an issue of the paper. Six of the editors graduate this June, and the seventh will not be connected with the paper next year. This issue is the farewell number. During the school year the various editors have endeavored to improve the Booster in every respect. Wheth- er they have succeeded or not can best be answered by the subscribers. At any rate the paper has not lacked variety: A Halloween number, a Christmas number, an athletic num- ber, a yellow-journalist number, and a senior number. Never before in the history of the paper have so many special numbers been published. To the many loyal students who have been instrumental in making the Booster a success this year, the pa- per extends a vote of thanks. As many of these friends will graduate in June, the Booster editors combine in urging those pupils who remain to support the paper again next year. Let the motto of the Roines Club, slightly changed, be that of the Boost- er supporters in the future: All to- gether, all the time for a greater M. T. H. S. Booster. — R. G. B. Best Of All. We ' ve printed many Boosters here, Of every color, kind, and size, And though we have enjoyed them all This Senior one ' bove all we prize. We liked the Christmas issue, ' course, With all its lively cheer; It helped us think of childhood days And gave us thoughts so dear. And when in basket ball we won The pink Booster came out; Each nose was hid behind the page Of that, there is no doubt. The yellow journal, too, we thought Was just agoin ' some. The jokes and stories made us laugh For several weeks to come. But best of all these Boosters Is this that you now hold, And it ' s good points and merits In words cannot be told. If you wonder why we praise it And boast it to the skies, Just look and see who put it out — Why, ' twas the Seniors, wise! They made it not for them alone But for the school and you, ' Cause they remembered that some day You ' d be a Senior, too; They thought it would inspire you And let you clearly see That a Manual Training Senior Is the greatest thing to be. So if you get discouraged now Just look at this issue And ' member that some day you ' ll be A joyful Senior, too. — Ruth Jasper. THE BOOSTER 1 1 [Continued from page 9] come at me like a Kansas cyclone. " You don ' t have to believe it, durn you, but now I ' m goin ' to pull your old carcass up there and show you if I have to take you on stretchers. " We started the next morning and that afternoon found us at the lake. It wuz only a mud-hole, about a mile square, and deep. The first evening we stayed at the hotel and talked over our plans with a few old gray-headed liars (natives of the place). The plans were: We would advance in single file, silently and stealthily, to the lake shore, where we would embark in one transport (eight feet long) and pro- ceed to unknown waters (heavily armed, of course). Daybreak found our transport in the exact center of population of the lake, where Jeff said he didn ' t doubt that the fish would knock the bottom out of the boat, try- ing to come up through the floor. I wuz kinder scared, then, that we didn ' t have an adequate supply of life belts. However, I was very thankful for the wireless which had recently been in- stalled upon our boat. Well, I baited my hook and, after offering a prayer, in which I asked that the fish which I hooked should not be strong enough to jerk me clear down to the bottom of the lake, cast in. Four hours later, I wuz very glad that I had made that praver, for it surely was answered to a " t. " That is, the fish that I hooked was not strong enough to jerk me into the lake. In fact, I was willing for a good fight with any fish about that time. I said so to Jeff, too. Jeff had an ingrown grouch that dav. ' cauz when I says, " Look out, Jefne, or that whale you hooked will knock a plank off the hull, " he turned and beaned me with an oar. I dodged his second attempt an ' swung my line around ' till it just hooked right into Jeff ' s coat collar. Then I jumped up real quick to jar the boat and before he could recover his balance, I vanked on my line. Jeff knocked a hole in t p lake as big as the entrance to Mammoth cave. I didn ' t send out no S. O. S., but I warped the cable around the bowsprit and manned the oars. I mad° a record in towin ' Teff into the boathouse. Of course, I had to do a little reconnoitering about the harbor before making dock, so as to avoid any possible mine or submarine. However, when I finally did enter the harbor, the whole lakeside population was on hand to welcome me. I heard one old duffer yell: " That ' s the first fish I ' ve seen taken out o ' that lake in twenty year. " One fellow had a pair of fish scales on hand to weigh the shark. However, owing to the high cost of living and the war in Germany, I didn ' t hesitate any to gather statis- tics. I simply imitated the " Flying Squadron in Retreat, " and started on a bee-line for the tall timber. Two days later, I made an attempt to return to the hotel, but I saw a man who looked familiar, settin ' on the hotel steps, with a shot-gun across his lap. Every little while he would look up towards the gravevard on the hill and sigh real hungry like. A little ways past the hotel, I saw an under- taker ' s wasron under a tree and the driver sittin ' back on the seat asleep. It was a quiet seen 3 . In fact, too durn quiet for yours truly. A Trip to Masoma. We ' re off for a trip to Masoma ' Club, At Stinson, manv Miles away, It ' s a Newhouse with a Si " ackhouse. Whey they will Leiss, they say. And since we feared at Cald rwood, Our slipping feet would Meyer, We took both Buss and little Ford, And now we ' ll never tire. An Auer-bach we passed the gate. Where we had to drop our Tol-in. And now we ' ve almost reached the lane, Where we shall gaily bowl in. We ' re at the door; Fleck off the dust. And Neal with eye Wright at the Locke, For Masoma is Fuller of maidens fair Than lightning is of Shock. Do you think if we ' d Foster our graces, They ' d open wide the door! 1 What good is a peep-hole 5 We want to get in, And we want it Moore and Moore. 12 THE BOOSTER HER KID-BROTHER vs. CUPID m By Robert G. Barnhill Smith ' s was agog with the usual after-theatre crowd. Here and there I caught glimpses of celebrities: Au- thors, actors, journalists, poets, and musicians. A veritable sea of happy, animated faces gleamed on every side. The fragrance of Hanavas drifted at times across my nostrils, and the tinkle of ice-filled glasses completely banished all thoughts of the swelter- ing streets below. Dress-suited wait- ers, with heaping trays balanced on skillful fingers, scurried along the nar- row aisles between rows of wicker tables. A low hum of many voices, now and then accented by a peal of gay laughter, pervaded the room: above all sounded the mellow tunes of the little Hungarian orchestra in the alcove. I viewed the scene with a rising sense of irritation: I was alone — com- pletely alone in one of the largest cities in the world — New York. Yet, what else could I expect? An ab- sence of ten years from the city of one ' s birth is certainly a sufficient ex- cuse for the failure of old friends to recognize the returned wanderer. Be- sides, I had added weight to my one- time slender figure, and also my mus- tache changed the appearance of my face in no small degree. Then, too, my skin, browned by the sun of Italy, added to my changed appearance. No, I had no just cause for irritation. Friendships are only kept alive by continual companionship. Ten years, however, had marked no change in Smith ' s. The alcove, the balcony with its load of palms, the tables, the paintings, and the quaint old clock at the landing of the stairs vouched mutely for that. Then, too, there was that well-remembered, sol- emn-faced, old head-waiter standing in his accustomed place iust outside of the entrance. When I saw his fa- miliar face, I was almost tempted to throw dignity to the winds, and to seize his hand in a good, old-fash- ioned, American hand-clasp! I glanced toward the secluded cor- ner where our table had been — the one where we — Helen and I — had had so many joyous dinners. It was still there in apparently the same spot. Stranger still, it was not occupied, in spite of the fact that the head-waiter had apologetically turned several cou- ples from the door. The sight of that one deserted table amid the gayety of the garden awakened all the memories that had lain dormant through all the past years. The events following that last after-theatre supper flashed into my mind. Prompted into action be- cause Freddie Cole, a former college chum, had lately been paying marked attention to Helen, I had asked her to be my wife. As my eye rested upon the table in the corner, I imagined that I could again hear her low- pitched, hesitant reply: " Tomorrow I shall send you my answer, a telegram if I honor your offer — your ring if I don ' t. " I absently fingered the fatal ring that had encircled my finger since that morning ten years ago, and idly won- dered whether she and Cole were happy. A hand fell rudely upon my shoul- der. " You old pirate, " bawled a voice, " where have you been all of these years? " I turned and confronted the subject of my meditation — Freddie Cole. " I say, " continued Cole, " you ' re looking fine and " — a trifle enviously — " you ' ve made quite a name for your- self. I ' ve read your latest book. It ' s a dandy. " " Thanks, " I said dryly, with a ques- tioning glance at his two feminine companions. Their cheeks were a shade too rosy, and their hair a trifle too wavy. Cole wrongly glance. " Come and join " We ' ll talk over old won ' t mind. " I was about to when I suddenly loneliness. Here was someone with whom I could talk. To be sure, un- der other circumstances I would have refused, but — I was lonely. interpreted my us, " he invited, times. The ladies refuse abruptly, remembered my THE BOOSTER 13 " Sure, " I accepted, " I ' ll be pleased to. " During the next hour I really en- joyed myself. Cole was an excellent story teller, and I soon yielded to the charm of his personality. We fairly lived over the old college days, fought class scraps, and celebrated football victories. The ladies listened in speechless amazement; our talk for the most part was Greek to them. They did not think for an instant that we were impolite. They — but what ' s the use. You understand; you ' ve been there yourself. Cole had just finished relating one of his best stories. The ladies were convulsed with laughter, and even the waiter at my elbow, usually solemn- faced, made futile efforts to check his mirth. I myself enjoyed the story im- mensely. As I glanced about to see if our party was attracting undue at- tention, my eye suddenly rested upon a face which caused my blood to leap and throb fiercely through my veins. Seated at that familiar table in the corner was Helen. There could be no mistake; I would have known her among a thousand. She was looking intently at our table. Furthermore, I was the object of her gaze. At first I was at a loss how to account for this. Then the solution dawned upon me, and with it vanished the last lin- gering hope that I had treasured through all the past years. Undoubt- edly she was Cole ' s wife. She had heard of his nightly parties and had followed him. She had — oh, heavens — I suppose that she thoueht I was responsible for his escapades. That explained her fixed gaze at me. I thought rapidly. There was just a chance that she had not recogrnized Cole. I would help him out. I sav- agely kicked Cole ' s foot as it rested under the table. " Tell the waiter to bring your hat and cane, " I ordered. " Then follow me; but whatever you do don ' t turn your head. " " What ' s wrong with you, man? " growled Cole, as he eased his foot. " Quick! " I commanded. " Do as T tell you. Your wife is here. " For a second, Cole stared open- mouthed at me. Then he struck the table such a blow that the surprised waiter started back, tipped over a chair, and fell sprawling on the floor. " Ha! ha! ha! " roared Cole, startling the whole cafe. " My wife! Ha! ha! ha! That ' s a good joke. " " Do you mean to tell me that you didn ' t marry her? " I demanded. For some reason, my heart was thumping most painfully. " Marry her? Marry who? " asked Cole. Then overcome by laughter, he again roared aloud. So she hadn ' t married him after all. Perhaps she hadn ' t married anyone. As this last thought flashed into my mind, I arose from the table, and without a word to the convulsed Cole, made my way down the narrow aisle. The girl saw me coming, and I fancied that I saw her tremble slightly. I sank down in the chair opposite her. How familiar everything seemed! The se- cluded corner, the wicker table, the bowl of sweet-smelling roses, the melody that the orchestra was play- ino and — Helen. The girl spoke first; how common- place her words! " Ten years have not altered you much, Walter, " she said. " Not much, " I repeated, trying to speak naturally, " nor you either. " 14 THE BOOSTER Then her eyes grew large as they rested upon the ring I was wearing. " W ' h-where did you get that? " she gasped. " Tell me how you come to be wearing that ring. " I answered simply: " Because you sent it back. Surely, you remember. Your little brother was the messen- ger. " " For an instant she gazed wide-eyed at me. Then she suddenly pillowed her head upon her arms. " It ' s all a dreadful mistake, " came her muffled tones. " I see it all now. Oh, how could he do such a thing? " " How could who do what? " I asked, a trifle ambiguously. " My brother, " came the answer. " He evidently overheard our conver- sation that night and thought that it would be a good joke to return the ring to you. He must have taken it when I placed it on the bureau that night. " " Then you sent the telegram? " I asked. For answer, she drew from the bosom of her dress a time-worn yel- low slip. I noticed that the telegram bore the company ' s stamp of " Unable to Locate Party. " The hour of issue was 10 a. m. Then a great light broke upon my mind. I had left for Europe immediately upon the arrival of the ring at 8 o ' clock. I leaned across the table. " Helen, " I said, " my mind has not changed in the past years. Shall I call a messen- ger boy? " For one instant she hesitated. Then — " Please be so kind, " she said, " only make sure that the messenger is not my brother. " The History of Girls ' Athletics at M. T. H. S. Up until four years ago, the only athletics indulged in by the girls of our school consisted of the work done in the regular gymnasium classes. With the coming of Miss Slifer, now Mrs. C. vS. Crary, however, came the organization of an athletic association. This was organized lonq: before the present athletic association and was supported by the erirls alone. It had a president, vice-president, and other officers, similar to every other associ- ation. During the first two years of the association, Mary Wynn, of the June ' 13 class, was president. After her graduation from school, Ella Sattin- ger, of the January ' 14 class, was elect- ed president. The constitution of the association read that any girl was eligible to the association, the membership being 10 cents. This membership entitled the member to participate in all athletics through her Senior year. In other words, once a member always a member. Under the auspices of the associa- tion, different forms of athletics were carried on. During the first and sec- ond years of the association, field days were held for the girls at Irwin Field. Although they were laughed at by most of our brothers, they were a suc- cess in every way. The events in both meets were the 50-yard dash, high jump, broad jump, throwing a basketball for distance, relay, and, last, but not least, a three-legged race. This rivaled in fun the tugs-of-war in the boys ' indoor meets. It must be said that the basketball carried on in those days was quite different from the games played by the girls today. The refereeing was done according to girls ' rules, such as are used in most colleges for the girls. Six members constituted a team, each team using a second center. The girls were not allowed an open field, and the games were often rather slow, the girls fighting away cheerfully for half an hour and ending with such enor- mous scores as 3-1 or 5-3. In fact, the games were what boys really ex- pect girls ' games to be. With the coming of Miss Smith, present phy- sical director, came the organization of minor games to teach the inexperi- enced and increase interest in the games. At the present time, the girls still use girls ' rules, but are allowed an on n field. Consequently, the game nlaved now is much more interesting, b " th to onlookers and players. The girls get a chance at real hair pulling. R =sid s basketball teams, a walking clnb was organized. This organiza- tion was started in the fall of 1910, and is still in the field, although few hikes have been taken on account of the uncertainty of the weather. The THE BOOSTER 15 girls usually started out early on Sat- urday morning and hiked to a small town near Indianapolis. As no one was fond of carrying bundles, the club usually trusted to finding a medium- sized grocery that would satisfy their wants when dinner time came along. During the fall hikes, the girls often brought marshmallows along and had marshmallow toasts on some hill by the roads. The walking club offered as much, if not more, fun than any other branch of the association. In the fall of 1912 came the first girls ' tennis tournament in the history of M. T. H. S. It was organized and successfully carried through by the girls alone. A silver medal was of- fered by Mr. Chas. Dyer, a former graduate and a true friend of this school, for the single championship. This medal was captured by Caroline Huduck, of the Jan. ' 13 class. She and Florence Scully received rackets for the doubles, and Louise Altvater and Ada Fechtmann were awarded rackets as runners-up in the doubles. The four rackets were offered by Mr. Mayer, Mr. Habich, Mr. Westing, and Mr. Deutch. The next year, however, when the M. T. A. A. was launched, the girls ' association was dropped and all hands were turned to push this worthy school project. It was then announced that in order to participate in tennis, basketball, or any forms of athletics, the girls must be members of the M. T. A. A. Under this organization, a second tennis tournament was held. The rounds were played off at Brookside Park at the same time of the boys ' tournament. Susan Flick, Jan. ' 15, was champion and Catherine Kiefer, runner-up. Both erirls received rack- ets offered by G. H. Westing. The greatest triumph in girls ' ath- letics came this winter, when the girls received monograms. For two years they had been trying to get them, but it was not until this year that they succeeded. The official monogram, designed by Miss W est, of the art de- partment, is a small M. T. made of red felt. At present, only five girls in the school have the coveted M. T. ' s. These five are Mable McHugh, Doro- thy Simering, Norma Thorns, Julia Weghorst, and Addie Wright. A? t e monograms are to be given for tennis, as well as basketball, more will soon make their appearance. This is the only award given the girls besides the Gym 111 monograms, which are not recognized by most members of the school as having any special mean- ins:. Any girl who takes an extra term of gym work, and receives no credit for it, is entitled to wear the Gym III monogram. It consists of a snitid t white with the letters G. Y. M. at the bottom and, at the top, three bars in- dicating the grade. These monograins were designed about three years a?o by Estelle Richenbauch and Miss West. The M. T. ' s are the greatest and last boost to the girls, and if their ath- letics are supported in the future as well as they have been since their beginning, they will soon be on a firm foundation and will be a srreat source of pleasure. — Mabel McHugh. Kathryn Kiefer. At the time this issue goes to press Miss Kiefer is doped to win the meet 16 UHE BOOSTER " Pride and Prejudice, " the play given by the Jime ' 15 class, May 12 and 13, met the approval and hearty applause of all who saw either per- formance. The play, dramatized by Mrs. Steele Mackaye from Jane Aus- tin ' s story, was the most elaborate ever staged by a Manual class. The players put forth every effort to make the production a success. Kath- erine Stackhouse played perfectly the part of the pretty Elizabeth Bennett, whose sweetness yet archness of man- ner finally won the wealthy Mr. Dar- cy. Robert Whipkus made an excel- lent Mr. Darcy, tall, dark, proud, at times contemptibly so, contrasting greatly with his kind, cordial friend, Mr. Bingley, whom Kenneth Fisk im- personated so well. Then there were Elizabeth Bennett ' s two sisters, Jane (Florence Fuller), so sweet and cheer- ful, and Iyydia (Victoria Koenig:), the rather flighty younger sister. Hardly too much can be said in praise of Frances Weber, who acted so well the The Class Play part of Mrs. Bennett, the mother, anx- ious to see her daughters married. Much of the humor in the play was furnished by Mrs. Bennett and her frequent complaints about her " poor nerves. " Will Carskadon played well as Mr. Bennett, and Mary Mitchell was good as Charlotte Lucas, Eliza- beth ' s best friend. Halford Udell, as Charlotte ' s husband, made an unusu- ally ministerial Mr. Collins, with his formal manners and odd mixture of self-importance and humility. The parts of Charlotte ' s father and mother, Sir William Lucas and Lady Lucas, were well taken by Harris McGuire and Rachel Garst. Howard Doremus, as Mr. Wickam, Bertha Hirshovitz, as the haughty Lady Katherine de Bourgh, Gladys McKelvery, as the jealous Miss Bingley, and Glenn Eley, as Colonel Fitzwilliams, Mr. Darcy ' s cousin, all did well in their parts. So did the minor characters, including THE BOOSTER 17 those in the dancing scene, the maids, butler, and footman. Altogether the play was very pleas- ing, ending just as one would wish. Airs. Bennett was made happy by the marriage of Lydia to Air. Wickam, of Jane to the wealthy Mr. Bingley, and of Elizabeth to the proud Mr. Darcy, the barrier of pride on Darcy ' s part and of prejudice on Elizabeth ' s hav- ing been broken. Besides those who made the play successful by their excellent acting, the following deserve as much praise and as many thanks: Miss Lola I. Perkins, coach; Miss Knox, director; and those on the committees for stage management, stage setting, property, programs, costuming, and advertising. The Senior orchestra also deserves credit for entertaining the audience so effectively between acts. — Marie Mueller. To the Girls of June ' 15. I wandered through old Manual ' s halls, To see what I could see, When all at once I saw a crowd, That proved some giggling girls to be. Beside the door and in the hall — . They seemed to have no cause ' t all; They gossiped, chattered, laughed and talked, Or five abreast, through the passage walked. All dressed in frills not few, And powdered up, and painted, top. They decorated " Senior Row, " . Looking like actors from a show. Hunt where vou will, no more you ' ll find, The girl of shy, retiring kind — She sets our brains in a mighty whirl, The modern Senior High School girl. " Poor Bee. " There is a young lady named Bee, And she is quite classy, you see. Now, this is a fact: She disliked the last act; In fact, it put her quite at sea. The cause of dislike is quite clear, As I will tell you right here. She sure did get dizzy, When " Bobby " kissed Lizzie, But she ' s all right now, isn ' t that queer? — Helene E. Sawyer. The Class Play. (With due apologies to James Whit- comb Riley. You kin talk about yer class play and yer good old practice time, And brag about yer aptness, and yer laurel wreathes sublime, And lanquets, and flowers, and every- thing that ' s free — But sellin ' class play tickets is good enough fer me. You might as well a ' slopped in the middle of the play, ' Cause every one of us knew what the heroine would say, When the hero popped the question, " Whose wife will you be? " But sellin ' class play tickets is good enough fer me. You could talk with forced expres- sion, and laugh, and make yer faces, And run around behind the scenes to find yourself the places Where the " props " had hid the grape juice or the girls had made their tea, But sellin ' class play tickets is sweet enough fer me. Did you hear that big rube orchestree a bangin ' away fer us? Well (if you wuz talkin ' to your girl), they made quite a fuss. Sometimes it ' s what ye hear and not always what ye see — But sellin ' class play tickets is loud enough fer me. There hain ' t no " Pride " in our class play without the " Prejudice, " too, And there hain ' t no Prejudice nuther, caus it was up to the hero to woo That one beautiful maiden, for whom there were suitors three — But sellin ' class play tickets is good enough fer me. Buy Extra Copies of this Issue at Rental Library 18 THE BOOSTER MASOMA CLUB By Ruth Stinson Masoma is an organization of up- perclass girls whose purpose it is to make the girls in the school happier, better students, and more valuable members of the student body. To make girls happier and better students it is necessary to begin helping them as soon as they enter high school. That is why the girls of the Masoma organization give so much of their ef- forts to the freshmen girls. They be- lieve that a successful beginning in- sures a successful high school career. In order to bring about the happiest results among the incoming girls, the work is most carefully planned. To each of the fifty members of the Ma- soma is given two or three freshmen girls for whom she is sponsor and for whom she feels special interest and re- sponsibility. These sponsors become acquainted with their own girls, learn their special difficulties, if they have any, and help them to become adjust- ed to their new surroundings. The freshmen girls seem very appreciative of the help of the upperclassmen and many are held in school who might otherwise drop out because of lonli- ness and the strangeness of their new environment. One of the things that the sponsors are doing for their girls is to encourage their grade work. The upperclass girls find out the diffi- culties and by a little outside coach- ing, help the younger girls to over- come the trouble. The girls also try to induce any freshman who leaves school to return, by going to her home and explaining the reasons why the girl should not leave school. The first day at school is one of the most important in the work of the Masoma girls. On that day four or five girls act as assistants to the teacher of each freshman session room. On this first day the Masoma girl begins to win the confidence of the freshmen. Not only on the first day of school are the Masoma girls interested in the freshmen rooms, but during the whole year two or three girls who are willing to give up their own companions and associations re- main in freshman session rooms. In this way the upperclass girls keep in close touch with the freshmen. The upperclass girls and the spon- sors of the girls in these rooms plan the freshman parties. At these parties the upperclass girls, the freshmen, and their teachers become better acquaint- ed one with the other in a social way. All this may sound very serious and earnest, but Masoma girls know how to have good times as well as work. There are meetings on alternate Mon- days in the rest room, when a pro- gram is prepared by the program committee, and a social hour is thor- oughly enjoyed by all. During the Christmas and Easter holidays " real " parties are given at the homes of some of the members and the year ' s activities close with a p icnic at one of the city ' s parks. Through this organization, strength of character is developed in both the Masoma girl and the freshman. The freshmen are already looking forward to the time when they may join the Masoma organization and pass on to others some of the help they have re- THE BOOSTER 19 ceived. Because of the opportunities they have had, the girls who continue the work of the organization should be better fitted for their work than those who are now Masomas. Athletic Stars Graduate While Manual in former years has lost some graduates by graduation, it seems that this year she will lose al- most all of her star athletes this com- mencement time. Of course, when the old stars leave school, younger ones will fill their shoes, and they in turn will be succeeded by new stars. Next year Manual will have a basketball five, a baseball league, an interclass meet, a tennis tournament, and a state track team, but much new material must turn out to form strong teams that will class with the best in the state. The graduation of such all- round athletes as Edgar Moyer, George Cornelius, Robert Whipkus, Robert Bastian, William Thompson, William Kegley, Roy Finley, Charles Trefz, and others too numerous to mention, will necessitate the develop- ment of new stars in all branches of athletics. Of course, some of these vacancies can be filled by such under- graduate stars as " Herb " Behrent, Harold Bartholomew, Russell Lam- kin, " Ernie " Richman, Stanley Le Feber, " Buddy " Gass, and Fred Bas- tian, but mpnv new stars must be de- veloped. Although never before has Manual lost so many athletes by graduation, still, with the co-operation of the student body, the year of 1916 should bring new laurels to Manual Training High School — our Alma Mater. — H. O. Basketball Season 1914-15. By Horton Oliver. At the start of the basketball sea- son last term, prospects for a cham- pionship five looked none too good, but as the season progressed and the playing; grew faster, the Manual fans grew more optimistic. Herbert Bar- tholomew, a prominent member of the June class, was elected captain of the team, and this proved a wise selection, as no player on the team played harder to win than " Kerb " did. He kept the players full of fighting spirit and confidence that only Thorntown, the best team in the state, could shake. " Herb " played for the good of the team and he did not seek any personal glory out of any game played. An- other reason Manual turned out such a fast team, was the work of " Bob " Whipkus at the center position. For the last few years, Manual fives have been weak at the pivot position, but Whipkus more than filled up the hole. It may be said without exception that Whipkus is one of the best centers ever graduated from Training School. It is a great thing for a student to en- ter a school the size of Manual, in his Senior year, and make such a show- ing, not only in athletics, but in a scholastic way. " Bob " has made lots of friends, and they will always re- member him by his sterling basket- shooting in the game with Shelbyville at Franklin, which made Manual Training champions of her district, and gave her the right to contest in the finals of the state tournament at Bloomington. Although the other three players on the team, Stanley La Feber, Ernest Richman, and Herbert Behrent, were underclassmen, they all played the best ball of their careers. La Feber, especially, played one of the grittiest p ' ames anyone could expect to witness. Just before the Shelbyville game, Coach Schissel applied a beefsteak to La Feber ' s eye to take out some of the swelling:. With one eye closed and the other black and blue, Stanley broke up play after play, which com- pletely demoralized the team-work of the Shelbyville five. Richman used all his speed to an advantage of working the ball up the floor. Besides helping La Feber on the defensive play, " Ernie " scored a number of points. " Dutch " Behrent was instrumental in landing the district championship by his accurate eoal shooting, but a " charley horse " handicapped him in the finals. When the team left for Franklin, the most enthusiastic fans hardly pre- dicted they would win the champion- ship. After the first victory, their chances seemed brighter, but the close shave in the New Bethel game sent their chances down. The majority of dopesters who saw Southport defeat 20 THE BOOSTER TWO WAYS TO LEAVE SCHOOL Shortridge by a large score, predicted that Manual would lose to the fast Southport five. The dope bucket was given a severe jolt when Manual tri- umphed in an uninteresting game. Still the dopesters couldn ' t see the Manual five for the championship, as Markely, of Shelbyville, was consid- ered to be unbeatable. Everybody, including the loyal Manual rooters, received a splendid surprise when " Bob " Whipkus, with the aid of the team, defeated Shelbyville by an over- whelming score. Every time Bob shot for a field goal — presto — two points. He tossed baskets from any position on the floor with miraculous regu- larity. When the team left for Blooming- ton, accompanied by a small band of rooters, everybody knew that the team would make a good showing. After the victory over East Chicago, the Manual hopes went higher and higher as the team had drawn a bye into the semi-finals. Although Manual was de- feated by the Thorntown five, it was a well-known fact that the Red and White was the only team to outplay Thorntown in any part of a game. Manual outplayed Thorntown the first half, but repeated fouling lost the game. While the Manual five had many handicaps during the year, it finally gained the distinction of being the third best team in the state of In- diana. So ended one of the most successful basketball seasons this school has ever known. The Shadow of Thyself. When I strolled along the towpath, As the sun was sinking low, I wondered what might be hidden In the murky depths below. Might it be the bones of an eagle? Or the shell of a human form? Or the lurking mass of a hideous fish? Or an evil being firm? I start. I shake. I tremble. My nerves are set ajar. For what has this mystic figure Taken up his abode down there? Here comes a stranger now. I will ask his opinion upon The meaning of this horrid thing Asleep in the slumbering pond. The old man stops and listens To my piteous wail of fear, And turneth now his searching gaze Into the water there. " Friend, what is this that ails thee? I think thou art asleep. The hideous monster you see below Doth to your own lines keep. " So thus it is, too often, that Tn the murky streams we see, ' Tis only our own reflections From which we are wont to flee. — Julian Witham. Miss Iske: " Frederick, give the principal parts of occids. " F. Sieerist. wise boy(?): " O-kiddo, o-kidd-her(e), o-kiss-us. " (gone fereoer from or IHanoai! 5fat a ieare of em rematna, Cttr}ititt tar g-altpa an roor a An initiala an ink aiaina; None ' r atrntiin hotrni % tfaihnag lr a aianirtn ' on tlje latrm— Qtyere ia no ' ne fyere tn mark na, -we ' re aorrg iifat %g re gone, •BMjen toe atroll along % IjtgljtoaB, Jfeeitn ' aafe from tljem er peaia — ' ttanae tue know tljerr a turn a inrkin Qtyere tn apring %ir fokea an feaia — He ' re relteoeft — get ttyxtB a feelin Naggm like bo aljarp an ' keen Gtyat toe feat rant ifeiji afcmitttn Gtyat toe miaa (Elaaa Ilnne fifteen,
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