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

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A LESSON IN PATIENCE Mr. Holiday believed in giving his boys object lessons in the cardinal principles underlying all virtuous action, and often did so. On one occasion he said to his two young hopefuls who were playing in the back yard, Now, come into the house and I will show you that it is quite possi- ble for a man to put up a stove-pipe without losing his patience. Rollo and Thaney came quickly as they usually did when their father spoke. They seated themselves on a bench at one side of the room, eying the course of events with rather un- certain interest. It was necessary that the pipe should run al- most across the room and Mr. Holiday had arranged an impromptu scaffold of chairs and tables. After placing the stove in position he began to erect the pipe, explaining the reason for each step with painstaking care. When he had the upright portion in po- sition and two or three pieces along the ceiling, he began to grow enthusiastic. You see, he said, it only requires a little care. If you use your brains you economize your patience. There is no reason why anyone should have trouble in merely putting up a stove-pipe. Here his lecture was interrupted by a shower of soot which filled his eyes and mouth and delivered a generous supply down his neck. He started to utter a questionable phrase but stopped. Here — you see is where the patience — comes in, he said, between his efforts to spit out the dirt. Self-control is a jewel and few possess it. The boys were evidently much impressed, for they sat lean- ing forward with faces turned upward, and eyes and mouths opened to the fullest extent. The performance was resumed and continued with great success till the last piece was being fitted in. Then the pipe came apart at the elbow and two joints fell upon the heads of the unsuspecting youths who seemed some- what disconcerted by it. So did their father, who began — The fool who made this pipe hadn ' t the sense — . Here he stopped, but resumed a moment later. I was remarking that the gentle-

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Not far from her was a Gray Crane. He wasn ' t a very hand- some bird, but somehow those of the Little Peacocks who got to know him thought a good deal of him. He taught them to see form and combine colors; this he had studied in Paris. The Little Peacocks only learned it incidentally, for he was not given to speaking of himself. From time to time, there wandered through the corridors a Red-Crested Woodpecker who always acted like a gentleman to- ward the Little Peacocks. The girls secretly liked his prefixing Miss to their first names. It helped to wile away the hour of Algebra or Geometry, and gave them a pleasing sense of their age and importance. Near the cage door was a cultured Wolf, a college-bred Wolf, with a mixture of southern and eastern accents. He liked spice and sting in themes, but did not approve of printing pieces of the aforesaid qualities in school papers. (That is why this, which was originally a highly spiked punch, is now a harmless circus lemonade.) He was possessed of a great desire to run the affairs of certain organizations of the Little Peacocks. Sometimes when he met them outside the Place, he would forget to speak to them; which made the Little Peacocks very sad. There were many other animals in the Place — a Bluebird who hovered ' round the cooking rooms was one, and a Fish, whose native element was the Shops, was another. Some the Little Pea- cocks liked, and some they didn ' t, but for four long years the animals were with them in the Place. ex-peacock, June, ' 98. TO CUBA Little isle with all your splendor, And skies so very blue ; With sympathy so pure and tender, Uncle Sam is watching you. JOSEPH GELMAN, Feb., ' 01.

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man who constructed this conductor for smoke was, perhaps, somewhat unskillful. The two pieces were replaced, but in the course of the opera- tion it came apart in the middle. He rushed to the scene of this new separation and wrestled vigorously with the pipe. As a natural result it all came down, pelting him on the head, should- ers and feet and rolling around the room with an awful din. In a vain attempt to escape he stepped off the table backwards and his head was unexpectedly and somewhat vio- lently introduced to the stove, while his feet attacked the two innocents on the bench. He rose with a pale face and a bump the size of a cucumber on his head. Con- found you! wha-chue doin ' in here? Can ' t chue see you ' re in the road? Get out! The boys gladly obey- ed, being in fear of bodily injury. WILL R. BALLARD, June, ' 99. THE CRYSANTHEMUM When cold gray days of winter come, Then blooms the brave Crysanthemum, Nor fears the sting of biting winds, Nor deems the cunning frost unkind. With stately pride it lifts its head In amber, yellow, white and red. And color, clothed with beauty ' s grace, Bewitches, like a maiden ' s face. A. RICHT, June, ' 99.