Emmerich Manual High School - Ivian Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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WROUGHT IRON GATE. Made by Students in the Second Half- Year of the Course in Forging.

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MIND AND HAND. ' .» Industrial schools will avert the clanger, and will give also that personal indepen- dence so necessary to the highest citizen- ship. The Indianapolis Industrial Training School impressed me deeply as a means to independent manhood and a high safe- guard to the Republic. TH E DEBA TE. THE students of the I. T. S. are always more or less interested in questions of national importance, but for the few weeks directly preceding February 12, they were especially interested in the arbitration question. This extra enthusiasm was caused by the announcement of a debate between the Senates of the Indianapolis High School and our own institution. As the Senate of the High School issued the challenge, the choice of sides and the naming the place of meeting became our privilege. In a joint committee of the representatives of the two Senates, Febru- ary 12, the eighty-eighth anniversary of the birth of Lincoln was selected as the date, and the Trainiug School auditorium was named as place of meeting. After con- siderable difficulty, the following question was finally selected : ' • Resolved, That we are ready for the dismemberment of armies and submitting all international questions to a permanent board of arbitration ' The negative side was considered best and taken upon the grounds, that the world is not at the present time prepared for any such radical changes as the question involved. On the stated eveuing Ernest Talbert, Laurence B. Davis, George B. Langsdale and Claude M. Bowers, the representatives of the High School, were gathered around one table on the left-hand side of the plat- form, and on the other side were Horace Gwinn, Felix F. Ballard, Arthur Meng and Hans 0. Stechhan, the four selected to up- hold our laurels. All did well and were complimented by Superintendent Goss and the judges, upon the showing they made; but much to the surprise of many disinter- ested, as well as the close friends of the I. T. S., a decision was rendered unfavorable to our boys. Though a formal defeat was recorded against us, the result was not so humili- ating as might be supposed, because the power shown by the speakers representing our school, effectually hushed the rumor that this is strictly a mechanical institu- tion, and clearly demonstrated that the classical department is equal, in every way, to that of any other high school in the State. More than this, another link was forged in the chain that is finally to bind the two Indianapolis High Schools in good fellowship and cooperation. Howard Young. JUNE, ' 97. Around us is the sea of life, With waves of action dashing high ; And, as a craft in ship-yard building. We scent the salt that ' s passing by. Four years ago the keel was laid For Ninety-seven ' s ship ; And now she ' s ready to be launched, To make her trial trip. The sea is rough and dangerous, The current leads astray; But to the pilot Knowledge trust, He ' ll choose the safest way. Then let the storm its fiercest rage, We ' ll scud before the wind ; Unto the calm that follows trust, In it contentment rind. Whate ' er you do, be firm and brave, And to your purpose cling; Spread wide the canvas of your hope, And in a chorus sing: Who lacks an aim, ne ' er rinds success; Do battle for what ' s right; Hold always toward the port of truth, And seek the source of light. The anchor ' s weighed, the ship is off, Now rilling are the sails; And through the distance comes a voice, Success through life ' s stern gales. Hans O. Stechhan.

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i ■ ' • ' • • • • • • •a?-, 2 yUv v Tk Y wvew. . v W OUR BILLY. |INE is a simple story, but to one who leads a quiet life, the smallest inci- dent has its weight. There are six of us at home — three boys and three girls. Since my mother ' s death my sister has been housekeeper. She re- signed all the gayety of the social life that was then opening to her to become a mother to us, the younger ones. All her time is spent in governing the household ; all her plans are for the welfare of her younger brothers and sisters ; she is con- stantly devising new schemes for the com- mon good and we are sometimes led to believe she cares for nothing else. She has one pet, a little canary bird. My aunt gave him to her when he was only a few months old and he soon became her greatest delight. She hung about his cage till he knew her face, held him in her hand till he was no longer afraid and was ready to tend him any hour of the day. He became so tame she would open his cage and let him fly about. When she worked, he sat on her shoulder; when she sang, Billy sang. In singing, his little throat swelled almost to bursting with the love and gratitude he bore her. But to us he was a little fiend. If one of us ventured to put his hands near the cage, Billy would fly at them like a little fury, his wings outspread, his eyes spark- ling and all the while making a furious little squeaking noise to inspire terror in our hearts. He teased the cook by throw- ing seeds out of his cage to the dining room floor. His way of annoying papa was peculiarly funny. Billy ' s cage hung near the head of the table where papa sat at dinner. One day papa began to brush his head impatiently, first with one hand and then the other, Na — what is that? He looked around and there was Bill} T , his head stretched out as far as the wires of his cage would allow him, throwing seed shells that were on the ledge outside of the cage, down on papa ' s bald head. Papa punished him for this severely by bringing him a great bunch of seed grass. You may well suppose we were fond of him. On the avenue, on my way to school, was a bird store. We had stopped there so often to supply Billy ' s wants that we were well acquainted with the owner and we sometimes stopped just to see and hear the birds. There were hundreds of canaries in little wooden cages. Among them was one who seemed to me to be just like our bird. Sometimes I wished we had him, too, to be a twin-brother to our pet ; I wondered if he had the same tricks, but when I brought my hands near he would flutter about affrighted. One afternoon I was left at home alone. To amuse myself while I worked I opened Billy ' s cage, forgetting that all the doors in the house were open. Billy hopped out gaily, glad of his freedom, but after a few moments evinced a desire for the greater freedom of the outside world.