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

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THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION Within the past year the Athletic Association has been reorganized and a new con- stitution adopted which has placed the organization on a solid working basis. The object of the association is to promote all true scholastic sports. Under its control comes every team which represents the school. Its power lies mainly in the financial aid which it gives. The interest in the association the past year has not been up to the standard. The present officers of the association are as follows : President, Anton Vonnegut ; Vice-President, Clair Peck ; Secretary, Leland Lowe ; Treasurer, Ralph A. Young. It is hoped that the outgoing classes will make a contribution to the treasury of the asso- ciation before they leave the school. John Hotz ' 01

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THE CHAMELEONS Rap! Rap! Rap! It was about ten o ' clock one summer evening, when we were startled by this quick summons at the front-room door. Bessie, go and see who is there, said Mrs. Thorpe. Bessie slowly got out of har chair and rather unwillingly obeyed her mother. She was only a little girl, timid, shy, and by instinct afraid of the dark. Presently we heard her say, you can ' t come in, I won ' t let you in, and in a deep, gruff voice, the reply, I tell you, you ' ve got to let me in. It ' s for the boarder here and it ' s alive, and I want to give it to her. The boarder? Why that meant me. What could come for me at that time of night ? My feminine curiosity was so aroused that 1 took the messenger ' s part and gladly rescued him from Bessie ' s clutches. As soon as he had come in, he handed me a large pasteboard box. On its cover was a label with the grewsome picture of an alligator stamped upon it. The box had been left at the village express office that evening, and the authorities there had become so uneasy about its contents that they sent it up to me immediately after Its arrival. It had taken the messenger boy tv o hours to deliver the package, for he had come by boat, up the stormy little lake, and had been in fear and trembling all the time. His terror communicated itself to me. My hands trembled with fear as I slowly unfastened the cover. Everyone In the room was gazing anxiously at me, their curiosity overpowering their fear. A sudden jerk at the lid, and, like Pandora ' s box, the contents escaped. The women found refuge on chairs, Bessie retreated, screaming at the top of her voice, and the messenger boy sidled towards the hall way. 1 was left alone, with the almost empty box in my hand. All that remained in it was a chameleon — the dearest little green thing imaginable, with its impertinent head cocked on one side, and its bright little eyes peering out In the most inquisitive manner. We had a great laugh over our alligator scare, and then we began to search for the missing chameleons. We shook the curtains, turned tables and chairs upside down, crawled under the piano, shook out the rugs, and even turned the pictures, but not a trace of the little runaways did we find. Finally they were given up for lost and we prepared to retire, Mrs. Thorpe ' s good-night message to her daughter, being, Bessie, don ' t sleep with your mouth open to-night. The next morning found the little rascals holding an indignation meeting on the green piano cover, their little tongues lolling out of their mouths, anxiously awaiting their feast of flies. Millie H. Loefer, June, 1900.