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

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I-IAN D SALUTE U UILQTV, commanded Sergeant Pruett. whacking his desk with a battered dowel-rod. The clear, ringing tones of his powerful voice penetrated to the farthest corners of the big room under the Arsenal, cut- ting through the noisy hum and babble of conversation as a sharp knife cuts through butter. Instantly the cadets ceased talking and turned to face the speaker. Ye gods o' war! exclaimed the Sergeant, disgust- edly. Chatterl Chatter! Chatter! You're worse than an old ladies' sewing circlel Now cut out this talking and get down to business. just because itis raining and we can't drill outside is no reason for you to take a holi- day. We've got only three more days of this week and five of next week before the big annual inspection, and if you expect to win, it, you'll have to improve a lot. I have noticed that you're all more or less inclined to overlook military courtesy. That's no way to prepare for an inspection. If I find anyone else failing to pay the proper respect to his superior officers, Iyll certainly make things hot for him . . . Every one of the hundred and sixteen boys assembled in that room knew that the last statement quoted was not a threat, but a promise to be carried out to the letter. The Sergeant's words found varying receptions with the cadets. For instance, they aroused little emotion in Harold Tanner, for Harold was the cadet colonel and consequently had no superior officers within the school, excepting Major Schroeder and Sergeant Pruett, who are members of the regular army. Furthermore, he had no fear that anyone would refuse to respect him, for he was popular and well-liked by his fellow cadets. Bertram lVIclVIasters, on the other hand, welcomed the ultimatum enthusiastically. At last the buck-pri- vates and non-coms would have to salute him, whether they liked it or not! In the past they had all too often felt an overpowering urge to look away, pretending not to notice him, when he appeared on the scene. To them Bert was a pest-the bane of every soldier's existence- a conceited second lieutenant. Bert knew this, but the knowledge made him even more determined that they should recognize his rank. He had frequently reported cases of insubordination, but the offenses had contin- ued. Now, with the Sergeant definitely on his side, Bert believed he could see victory ahead, and his self-con- tented soul rejoiced. Friday, the day of the weekly inspection, arrived. A few minutes after eight o'clock Bert entered the Wood- ruff Place gate and proceeded along the broad cinder path, past the Barn, toward the north end of the Main Building. His luxurious boots and Sam Browne belt gleamed in the morning sunlight. His spurs and saber- chain rattled importantly. Knife-edge creases ran down the sleeves of his coat and the flaring legs of his breeches. In short, his magnihcent appearance belied the single round button which he wore on each shoulder as the emblem of his rank. As he strutted up the path amid leisurely-strolling students, always on the lookout for admiring glances, he encountered several cadets who wore the pistol-belt and wrap-legging of the lower ranks. All of them saluted, grudgingly and half-heartedly. They recog- nized this lieutenant as an officer but not as a gentle- man. However, Bert was not troubled by this distinc- tion, he was satisfied that they had saluted him. He re- turned their salutes in his snappiest manner and strutted on. just as he reached the broad cement walk which con- nects the Main Building and the Auditorium, Harold Tanner walked into view, past the farther corner of the Main, escorting Bert's best girllv The two were en- gaged in conversation. The girl seemed to be very much interested, but Harold's face wore an expression of embarrassment, boredom, and annoyance combined. Neither of them at first noticed Bert. Bert stopped short and stared in astonishment. His girl-I Then Harold glanced over his companion's head full into Bert's eyes. Bert instantly recovered his com- posure and executed a perfect salute. To his extreme surprise, Harold made no response! The colonel's face became scarlet, he glanced down at the girl, and then turned his eyes straight ahead in a useless attempt to pretend he had not seen the other officer. The pair moved on, the girl still unconscious of Bert's presence. Bert stamped into the Main, growling beneath his breath. His pride had received a severe blow. Walk with my girl and then refuse to salute me, will he? The big crook! Well, he can,t get away with it! I'll-I'll-I When Bert's company assembled for inspection on the path beside the West Residence, Bert approached Sergeant Pruett, who was standing on the broad cement steps. Sergeant, Colonel Tanner refused to return my salute this morning, he reported. Bert had frequently-a bit too frequently-reported privates and non-commissioned officers for this offense, but a colonel-that was different. i'Tanner!n called the Sergeant. 'QYes, sir! lVlclVlasters says you failed to return his salute this morning. Er-er-yes, sir, that's true, Harold stammered, in great confusion. What! Harold's explanation produced a mighty roar of laughter in which the Sergeant joined. Bert never fully recovered from the shock. 'tYes, sir,,' said Harold. You see, that girl--I was walking with a girl-she's always following me around, Sergeant-she was holding onto my arm and I coulcln't 77 get l00S6!n L. D. GINGER o o o YEARNING I want to live upon the plain, I want to till the sod, I want to find what living means . . For life is love and love is God. l 221

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:Wu n mm Maron Q. AT ours: RUIEARSAL 1 X JIH ANP JUL!! AFTER YN! WK!-CK X A LITTLE JOURNEY BEHIND TI-IE SCENES May Z 1930 Tech Audrtorrum CXST OF CHARACTERS uhe Rutherford 1m West Mrs Welclu Mrs Bay 1 Y Leo Stern Charles Frank Sm uh Ann e Ethel Krttle Van Dyck Alfred The Porter Frrst Conductor Second Conductor Gene Portteus Ernest Schaefer Mary Allce Burch ane Wlll13mS Eugema Frttz Robert I-Irvely ames Baker Robert Hammer Edward Lambert VIFUIHIH E Stephenson Ehzabeth Hughes Mar1e Fear Arthur Shumaker Everett Kuhn Paul Str1ebeck Ralph Lett Gerald Deer Two Red Cap Porters l Ralph Proud COMMITTEES Propertles Grace McVey cfvazrrran Vera Kunse Ruth Merufleld Charles Meeks Lorenz Kropp Costumes Dorothy McCormack clvazrman Mar garet Sandstrom ean I-Iopper Kathryn Perkms George Yount John Duncan Fmancral Robert Stone cfvazrman Gerald Deer Robert Koch Grltner Kmpe Fred Relter Wllber Paul Carl Scott Harlan Hrcks The men beh1nd the scenes who put the play across' Thelr part IS as f3SClI13fll'1g as the glamor surroundmg the leadmg lady or the halo of hm lrght wh1ch encrrcles the head of the leadmg man They spend the1r hours rn bulldmg burldm They ba ld mountatns and valleys and Pullmans Imagme a u cessful Tech pro duct on w1thout the rage craft boy ' The tram was burlt 111 p1eces thrrteen seats each one a lllllt of structure 111 If elf Pamred beaver board and mushn gave the des red e'Iect of a tram nt r1or The secret of the real sm of the c ash IS explaxned as One of the fellows swrtched OLI the lrghts at the dlrec t1on of Mr Traub our stage electrlclan Immedlately the house was plunged IUIO total darkness and the craft boys who were back stage fell to wlth a mll We smashed glass broke wood dashed 1ron welghts to the floor banged anythrng we came 1n contact w1th the cast screamed and there you are a perfect wreck The boys 1n Mr Stewarts class are Al Newman Menlovs Luke Bernard asper R1chardDre1r Thomas Weir Wllllam Lynch Gerald Watson Robert Frltz Travls McLaughl1n ames Salladay George Peed Park Newton and one glrl anet Young The costumes were arranged under the skrllful d1rec t1on of Mrss Ruth Dunwoody of the costume classes The orchestra under the dlrectron of Mr I-Iebert rendered numbers so approprlately surted to the scenes of the product1on that the audlence was able to l1ve the emotlons of the characters A vo1ce 1n a wrlderness of sprmg attractrons the fourth hour Advertrsrng II class under Mr Park s dr rectron prepared the way for the senlor presentatron - , 4 -X - HY n sg. E - ' A . ' Q Rr1nlY4'lC'0l,'m'71 7 9 ' I K . . . . . J A A A . . , ' 9' I1 I A ' ' .- ' 5 c ' - L-1 - - I ' s - fs. YY Y7Y7YY,YYYY V777 Y YY 9' ' 'T' v J s . 4 - ' l 1 ' I e ' . i in r ' , Tv-TTY TTY Q-I TTI YYY TT . 1 1 Q . . . , A , ' ' ' W' ' ' o ' . . . . K 'gum' V V ' 1 O ' , , . 7. -uhhnn 7777777777777 W YV Y ' 1 ' 9 ' ' ' ' ' as ,, Y, , . ,, , I 7 . . . , 3 f , J , , ,I 9 a a a a J a 9 . , , -J - a 4 7 9 ' ' - 9 v - ' A' 1' 9 G 3 ' ' , ' ' , ' I v , . . . , . 1 I 9 , 9 9 9 , . ' 9 a - , . IZII

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BERN ICE NIGHT PROWLER KEEN observer requires no great length of time to discover whois who in our family circle, it's self- evident. No member of this little group has the power to command and enforce as does my younger sister. Wfhen she wishes, she can send a glow of sunshine through all the house. She also can bring upon our de- fenseless heads a severe mental fand verball storm. One of the tender points of her affections is her black and white cat. The other day the beast bounded into the room looking very much like a disreputable floor mop. Her usually immaculate breast and face of snowy white bore dingy evidence of her excursion to the coal bin. QI have no words to suggest how filthy she appeared to me.l I made a dive for her and would have extermi- nated the wretch, but, like a lightning flash, my kid sister shot across the room toward me. You let my cat alone! she thundered. Her blue eyes grew black with fury, and as for me, well, I dropped the cat. This youngest member of our illustrious family is also quite an accomplished pugilist. Recently, when the leaden skies were sifting snowflakes and the ground was thickly padded with this covering, a friend and I took our sleds and Bernice to Brookside Park to coast. Chil- dren, mostly boys, thronged the hill which proved ideal for our sport. My sister decided to commence action. She made a perfect take-off, guiding the sled well. An impish boy saw a chance for some fun, he took off at an angle and hit Fleet Wing, her sled, upsetting a less timid girl than he evidently supposed my sister to be. Both picked themselves up and brushed off their clothes, then Bernice raised her hand threateningly. The boy tore across the hill, dodging oncoming sleds, slipping here and there, regaining his footing, and rac- ing ong Bernice pursued, biting the tip of her tongue as hard as she could fa trick she invariably does when angryl . Most of the crowd stopped to watch the chase, which grew exceedingly amusing. My young fighter finally got her man, however, and, without the slightest regard for her status as a lady, banged him unmerci- fullyg then she calmly recovered her sled, climbed the hill, and renewed her sport. This time her descent was uninterrupted. Although she possesses these warlike characteristics, Babe also has at her disposal a sweetness and helpful- ness which endears her to all who discover it. When I am studying hard, it is she who anticipates my wish for a drink of fresh waterg it is she who gets my book or pencil for me. Her dark blue eyes, which sometimes blacken with anger, also shine with love. Perhaps she dries the dishes for mother or dusts for me. Maybe she sweeps the front porch or pokes the fire. In some way she finds a means of expressing her affection by helping us now and then. She is like an April day whose clouds obscure the sky for a moment, then scurry past, leaving an azure heaven and a smiling sun. GENEVIEVE WIRES IGHT furniture made grotesque shadows in the dark, close room. Someone breathed heavily. Slowly the door opened. A figure entered quietly, then the door closed. A shadow crossed the room. The wardrobe door opened. Clothes rustled and hangers jingled softly. One by one light pieces of clothing were tossed from within the wardrobe to a big chair by the door. The figure worked silently and swiftly. On leaving the wardrobe, it advanced cautiously to the jewel case on the dressing table. The jewelry tinkled and rang as a hand plunged into the costly depths in the darkness. The figure stopped, listened, closed the box, and turned to the win- dow. After opening it carefully as far as it would go, the figure started toward the chair where the clothing had been thrown. With a piercing crash that resounded through the quiet house, tiie Chinese brass incense burner on the desk below the window banged to the fioor, and rolled noisily across the room. Its echoes had not died before a deep voice thundered from another part of the house. Who,s there? The figure stood rooted to the spot. In voice trem- bling with fear it responded, I, fatherf, What time is ir?,' Not daring to lie, the figure again answered in a quavering voice, One-thirty.'7 'eYou promised to be home by twelve. No more dates this week. Good night, daughter. LUCILE RANDOLPH. ENG. viiic MY SUPPRESSED DESIRE A football man with plenty of brawn But nary a brain in his head, The pigskin under his tight-clasped arm Toward the farther goal he sped, His eyes lit up with a blazing fireg I-Ie's my suppressed desire! A pigeon-toed lad with a golf outfit Tees olf with a lusty swing, foie leads far off in a nice sandpit A line reward for a pretty fling, This old Scotch game shows up the ire In my suppressed desirel A Nlarine with medals and a uniform Wiiis scores of girls from every port, I-Ie promises some day to reform But now he thinks it quite good sport, Lct's hope the winds 'll waft him higher For he is my suppressed desire! A boy with a yacht and plenty of line Runs loose on the shores of Lake St. Claire, Wfaiting, I hope, for the summertime When he knows that I'll be there, The one lone son of his aged sire, I-Ie's my suppressed desire! ' DOROTHY HovELsoN. ENG. v111C I23I