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

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IN THE OLD ATTIC I feel so sad to-day. I hardly know why, for I am rich and therefore ought to be happy. But I don ' t wish to see anyone to- day, so I shall go up to the attic and see what has been stowed away there. How dusty the garret is. The sunbeams can scarcely struggle through the window-panes. What memories these things bring. This was mother ' s chair, and how comfortable it feels. It creaks very audibly and would hardly suit my fashionable friends, but it is a rest to me. It makes me think of the dear, old, country home, and mother sit- ting in the old chair by the fire-place, and at her feet I sit, once more a happy child, with no cares and no riches. I smile as I think of the awkward little country girl I was then and the styl- ish woman of the world I am to-day. How long ago it seems. But here is an old trunk. I can not remember what it con- tains. Ah! here on top is my first party dress, white satin slip- pers and fan. How well I remember the large, brilliantly lighted room with its beautiful decorations, the sweet music, the fragrant flowers and the merry dancers whirling lightly about. How old- fashioned the dress looks. What is this? A faded blue uniform and a soldier ' s cap. I seem to hear again the band playing trium- phantly, the crowds cheering and see the old flag waving in the wind and the soldiers marching away. How mother wept when brother marched away that day and how grand I thought it all. And here in the very bottom of the old chest is a picture, my baby sis- ter ' s. Those small shoes, worn at toe and heel, were hers. How well I re- member her lying in the tiny coffin, the sweet, blue eyes closed forever and the dainty, waxen hands crossed in peace. Silently I lay the things back in their places, and softly close the lid of the trunk. Shadows of twilight are gathering fast in the old attic. I move slowly down the staircase and am soon back in the world of action again. CARRIE BEGGS, June, ' 99.

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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.

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PHYSICIST, FINE I tell you that I am a Physicist, fine. I understand everything in my line, And many experiments in which I spatter Deal -with the various strange states of matter. Now I want you to know that I have the ability To put my great knowledge to startling utility; I ' ve made molecules flop with the greatest agility In finding the outcome of malleability; And it ' s certainly not beyond my sensibility To notice, minutely, impenetrability; Experiments I ' ve made, trying ductility, Also in testing a body ' s stability, In liquids and gases, compressibility, And in many magnets, permeability. I ' ve seen scores of objects which had elasticity And studied of current and static ' lectricity. Glass tubes and water revealed capillarity; Magnets and filings did make plane, polarity. Some objects I ' ve seen that possessed great porosity And fluids which Physicists say have viscosity. Now believe me, I tell you this is no monstrosity — A bullet I saw, with a comet ' s velocity. I ' ve seen electrification and polarization, Energy in process of transformation, The forming of crystals in crystallization; I know how to secure the right ventilation, And to cause condensation and vaporization. Oh! You probably think that I have no veracity, But an oversupply of most shocking audacity, And you say that I haven ' t the slightest capacity To digest these terms with such awful rapacity. Doubtless your views you have formed with dexterity; Certainly I am not such a great rarity, For when you ask me so pleasantly, What is infinity? In my answer, I show I ' ve not impeccability, So I think I had just better take in my wings And see what a longer experience brings, mcc, June, ' 99.