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

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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-

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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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MIND AND HAND. sole the little boy who had boon separated from his fascinating fish. Bnt he had re- pelled all advances and kept gazing with , - ' ' a longing eyes towards the cabin door. The little girl slipped from the corner and looked admiringly at the growling gentle- man. Cautiously she followed him about, treading his impatient step, rubbing her dimpled hands, and frowning deeply after her model. She twisted her rosy mouth and shook her curls in perfect imitation. Suddenly the gentleman turned and caught her. Just as suddenly she observed the absorbing nature of the red plush on the cabin chairs. It may have been the reflec- tion that tinted her wild rose cheeks with a deeper shade. As the later night came on, the children disappeared to nestle in mother arms. But outside the cabin a tall, fair man in black paced to and fro, holding in his awk- ward arms a little, loving heap of baby boyhood. The little, close-shorn head, so like the father ' s, rested easily on the broad shoulder. The rounded cheek pressed as hard on the rough coat sleeve as it might have done on the softer texture of a woman ' s gown. The tall Swede had kept apart from the other passengers, and his miniature reproduction had kept close to his side. The blue eyes of the little Swede had followed the inquisitive youngster wonderingly, but he made no advances. And he blushed pink to the roots of his close-cropped curls when the little girl offered him a bite of some kind of sticky sweetness. Sometimes he lisped a few words of broken Swedish to his father ; but, for the most part, he was content to creep within the strong arm and, from that place of safety, view the wonderful people on the boat. Some uneasy thought caused him to stir and open his soft eyes. He smiled sleepily into the face above him. But the hoarse, shrieking whistle of the boat roused him from half-consciousuess into wide-awake life. The steamer puffed slowly, whistled again, and stopped. The lights and noises of a city surrounded them. The boat cleared itself of many people. The little Swede saw the inquisitive youngster star- ing surprisedly at the landing as he was carried down upon his father ' s shoulder. The vocalists left in a sleepy crowd, with the group of prett} girls and men with covered baskets stepping wearily behind them. When the boat started again, the decks were nearly deserted. The tall Swede carried the boy to the wheel of the steamer, and they watched the water in silence. From its dark, frowning depths rose a mysterious white- ness of showering spray, glistening faintly in the misty gray. Now and then it caught the light of the stars and sparkled coldly, spilling in liquid silver as it leaped from the wheel. The little Swede watched it with sleepy admiration. His father looked, unseeing, across the river and