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

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MIND AND HAND. W J E would call attention to our friends who have taken this opportunity to inform the public of their whereabouts, their business and their terms. We as well assure them of a more material ex- pression of our appreciation. On the other hand, it is not pleasant to note that those who have profited financially by our occa- sional requisites should decline to fill some space on our advertisement pages. We can only urge our readers to patronize those who patronize us. | ANY, perhaps, because of the very name of the institution, have the idea that the Industrial Training School is strictly a technical school, wholly devoted to the training of the hand in some one trade or another. We are sorry that such a false idea exists; and to right a wrong conception which may be prevalent in the minds of some we invite your careful attention to our following literary column. English, as a study, is receiving special attention in our school, and we feel that the work done in this line is of the highest quality. Examining our course of study, you will find that eight half-years are given to the study of English literature, and we have tried to give to the public a fair example of the work clone in each of these grades. Truly the literary work is not beyond criticism, yet we trust that, before passing a severe judgment, you will notice the grade at the bottom of the article, and remember that some of the work is strictly impromptu. It is unfair to expect 12A work from 9B pupils, or even college work from senior pupils, yet as an example of high school work we feel justified in believing that our literary column will meet with approval. Irving Blue. ©UR facilities for the art work are apparent in the illustrations, the etchings, and the design on the cover. We feel justly proud of the quality of the drawings and the finish of the design. We believe no little talent finds expres- sion in the pictures. Art study holds an important position in our course. The students pursuing this line of work, tell, by the work they do, of the care taken and of the standard reached. The photographs from which the half- tones are made, were taken by Mr Bass. BICYCLE ROOM.

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-J iJt MIMl MJIWl Education is the Cheap Defense of Nations. — Burke. Vol. IV. No. 1. INDIANAPOLIS, IND. May 1898. Mind and Hand. Published in the interests of intellectual and manual education, by the students of The Industrial Training School. BOARD OF MANAGERS. Ben Minor, President. Mary Robinson, Vice-Pres. Ethel Burke, Secretary. Walter Duncan, Treasurer. Ada Dicichut, Frances Cahill, Clarence Smith, Ica Campbell, Ernest Walker, Burton Raffensberger, Harry Cederholm, Judson Colgan. editorial staff. Arthur Stanlry Meng - Editor-in-Chief. Irving Blue ------ Literary Editor. Will Ballard ----- Technical Editor. Rodney Hitt ------ Scientific Editor. Walter Duncan ----- Art Editor. Will Gumbinsky ----- Miscellaneous Editor. . . EDITORIAL . . VNE year ago our Annual was pub- X J lished, wherein the year ' s work was reviewed, and the various depart- ments entertainingly treated. Again we appear, with renewed enthusiasm and vigor. Since that time the work has been extended, and the curriculum en- larged. Additions have been made to the faculty, while the enrollment of students exceeds one thousand. Though in point of time an experiment, the methods em- ployed, and the work accomplished record for us unquestioned success. So our in- stitution affords a study to educators. How, each clay, transitions are made from the study of poetry to the pounding of iron, from the inflections of Greek to the foundry, from the study of propor- tion in art to the mechanism of the shop, is certainly of interest to instructors and the people alike. And so we invite you to pass down the corridors, enter the recitation rooms, lis- ten to the clang of the hammer on the anvil, or perchance, the cadences of song — in short, go where it pleases you, or where this little book may direct. A. M. §HSTCE our last visit, some changes have taken place. During the } r ear, some have left our Alma Mater for other fields. Indeed, some have even adopted other Alma Maters, for colleges all over our land have opened their doors to Indus- trial Training School graduates. Some have entered business, some have joined the ranks of the city teachers; others are beneath the flag in our country ' s service; and to these we send our greeting. And some who- read our last Annual have wrapped the drapery of their couches about them for their last and their eternal sleep. These we loved, and these we can not forget.

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rERARY DEPARTMENT STEAMER SKETCHES. fllE hoarse whistle shrieked discord- antly once or twice, and the hoat purred heavily out. In the western sky was a curious splotch of luminous carmine edged by a streak of gold and checkered by little drifts of greenish cloud. Against this the houses rose in grey outline. Little ruffles of dark water outlined in narrow white undulated near the shore. There was a constant hum on deck. At one end of the boat was a group of laugh- ing young people, the girls with cheeks tinged by the sharp air, the men with in- teresting, covered baskets, which they set in conspicuous places. These were very attractive to an inquisitive youngster. He sidled craftily up, and when he thought no one was looking, gingerly raised the top of one of them. When he saw within only a loose pile of silvery fish, he was disap- pointed, but perseveringly tried one basket after another until he struck a large chan- nel catfish, which was particularly fasci- nating to him. Its little wicked eyes stared so knowingly that he let down the lid with astounding promptness. Curiosity getting the better of him, he opened it a little and peeped cautiously in. As the fish did not seem particularly aggressive, he poked it gently, grasping the cover with the other hand so he could close the basket in case the shiny black thing jumped out at him. Growing bolder he let go of the cover altogether, and with both hands grasped the wicked eyed fish by the tail. But it was so cold and slipped so dexterously out of his fingers that he decided close contact was not agreeable. So he talked insultingly to it, emphasizing his remarks with an occasional poke. He kept up a one-sided conversation for some time, until one of the men saw him, and, with a Here, youngster; get out of this, handed him over to his anxious father. As he was carried unwillingly off, a mur- mur of Nasty thing wit ' black eyes floated back across the boat. Then, for the fiftieth time, the owner of the fish began to tell how he had set his line and waited for hours, and so on, at great length, until he found the girl he was talking to was greatly occupied with an enterprising spider, who was airily spinning a long thread near his ear. At which the young man was very indignant, and did not know which to blame most, the spider for daring to come near him, or the girl for daring to laugh at him. Up in the cabin, a religiously disposed group was singing gospel hymns, while a gentleman, who couldn ' t stay out because of his asthma and couldn ' t stay in because of their singing, walked frowning back and forth, saying uncomplimentary things between his teeth. He glared threaten- ingly at the unconscious vocalists. A wee mite of a girl in the corner watched him anxiously. She had been trying to con-