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

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O Music, child immortal , Born of boundless sympathy Behold me at the portal Of thy mystery. Behold and do not leave me, For lo, you then would grieve me ; O Music ne ' er deceive me With decay. Thy soft sweet sounds relieve me, And thy melodies, believe me, Drive soul-depressing thoughts Along their way. So, Music, take thy golden harp And gently play. Ha, the wond ' rous harp is lifted, And ah, there come to me Rare sounds like sunshine sifted Thro ' a leafy tree, Where steals across the vibrant strings, In clear-voiced melody, A whispering of the higher things, A joyous ecstacy. Hark ! the melody is ending Forth in clearer notes is sending Gracious notes forever blending With delight. Beauteous notes forever tending To God ' s height. Ha ! again the harp is lifted, Ah ! again there comes to me Mournful sounds like thunder rumbled O ' er a desert lea, Where emanates from throbbing strings, In deep-voiced harmony, A feeling of profounder things, A painful ecstacy. A steady waning of a solemn sound And a note that dies Where broken lies The string unwept in silence vast, profound.

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Harrington ' s Predicament 1$$S RTHUR HARRINGTON was in a predicament. He was in love. Now, ordinarily, being in love is not considered a serious predicament, but when one is in love with two girls and doesn ' t know which he likes better, he is in a very serious predicament. Such was Harrington ' s condition of affairs. His feelings were in a state of chaos. When he was in the presence of Miss Dorothy Wharton and beheld her becomingly clad, as usual, he was positive that he cared more for Dorothy; but, strange to say, when he saw Miss Clarice Adams in one of her dainty dresses, he was equally positive that his preference was for Clarice. At this time Harrington became interested in amateur photography. He practised faithfully on inanimate objects until he was confident that he bad gained sufficient experience to attempt the pictures of Miss Dorothy and Miss Clarice. Accord- ingly, one bright day he took a photograph of Dorothy and immediately afterwards one of Clarice. He took the camera to one of the leading photographers in the city to have the plates developed. He requested the firm to mail the prints as soon as finished to the respective addresses of Dorothy and Clarice. Several days later Harrington was rapidly walking toward Miss Dorothy ' s residence, picturing the warm welcome he would receive and Dorothy ' s thanks for the picture. He was soon at the house, but instead of being asked in, he was politely told that Miss Dorothy Wharton was not at home. Surprised but undaunted, he proceeded to Miss Clarice ' s, thinking that he loved Clarice better after all. He reached her home, but here he was politely informed that Miss Clarice Adams was not at home. Harrington pondered deeply, but could not arrive at a logical conclusion. The more he thought of it, the more puzzled he became. He finally decided to go to the photographer that had finished his plates to see if he could get the negatives. Arriving there he asked for the negatives. He had no sooner looked at them than he sank into the nearest chair, completely overcome. In the center of the negative was Dorothy Wharton ' s photograph, clear and distinct ; a little to the left was a faint yet unmistakable likeness of Clarice Adams. When taking the pictures, Harrington had neglected to reverse the plate-holder, consequently making two exposures on one plate. Now he is bemoaning fate and the fact that cameras were ever invented. SAMUEL GOLDSTEIN Youth IT WAS the night before Christmas, a night in complete harmony with the joy, peace and hope of the time. The brilliant moon shone upon a white earth horn a cloudless sky. The air was just chill enough to be infectiously brisk, and created in me a springing step as I walked along the silent street, thinking pleasant thoughts of the past and present, in accordance with the spirit of the Christmas-tide, and building air -castles for the future. I looked ahead into the misty beyond, and behold ! I saw an ever changing scene passing as if in review before a conspicuous figure, my future self. I would be an engineer, engage in work for some large railroad, work which would allow me to travel, as I have always wished to travel, continually. I saw myself in a favorite position on the rear platform of a speeding train, watching and enjoying. I should build up a happy home, and would enjoy many a comfortable evening before a cheerful fireside. The scene changed. I would be a lawyer. I would plead, always careful to be in the right ; I would engage in politics; nay, I would be a member of Congress and in that position would engage in my favorite pursuit, debate. And again I would have a home. And so my dreams changed, none impossible, all improbable. The fiery optimism of youth accomplished much that night toward the improbable, but always one picture remained the same, that of the home. And again — But I reached my destination, and sadly gave up my happy forecasting. The moon still shone, but without its former luster ; the sky appeared a trifle misty. And I was sorry. IRWIN COTTON

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Class Play THE January ' 04 ' s have always ranked among the first in original ideas and the class play written by Ethel Snlz and Will Kappes was no exception to the rule. The slage repre- sented a temple of Apollo. Pythia and her attendant priestesses were dressed in the white flowing robes of ancient Greece. The attendants marched solemnly and silently before Pythia and finally deposited a floral offering before Apollo. To the Muse, seeking advice, came representatives from each phase of school life and lasT: but not least, Mr. Emmerich. Senior (in cap and gown) — O Prophetess inspired by Phoebus ' potent will, To augur well what fate and time fulfill, A Senior bold, I stand before thy shrine And ask that thou my destiny divine. Pythia — O Senior, thou who dares to ask thy fate, To thee Apollo ' s will I now relate : — Through four short years thou ' st struggled o ' er the road Which starts the youth toward Wisdom ' s fair abode, And for your guidance that you may succeed M. T. H. S. supplies your need. Manhood, Truth, and Honor, Sincerity: the path of light will to you show As onward to the goal you go. Go now and make an early start While faith and high ambition rule thy heart. Z. Z. Z. — O oracle great I come to thee, ain ' t it ? To find all about the future, don ' t it ? I ' ve come across the great blue sea With a Taggart ' s lunch for company, From a great big High School in the west Which people all declare the best. M. T. H. S. is the school as you guess, From this red and white, you ' d know no less. Now tell me the fates, already yet fl p y £Qp The jolly three Z ' s are likely to get. Pythia — Dear little Dutch girl, jolly and good, I ' d tell your future at once if I could. At Taggart ' s lunch I am greatly surprised — Dutch girls are good cooks as I ' ve been advised. Something tells me no future you ' ll have at all ; IndigesTdon, in youth, will pay you a call If you don ' t immediately learn to prepare, Dishes well cooked and that taste pretty fair. Oski Wow — I ' m a chieftain, great and mighty Chieftain of a mighty nation Of the great and strong Oski Wows, From across the big sea waters In my small canoe of birch bark I have come, O great Apollo, Com e to learn the future of my mighty tribesmen. Pythia — Listen, O thou noble chieftain, Take unto thy mighty tribesmen This the message of Apollo. Soon will come into your nation, To your great and mighty nation, One day when they all will scatter Unto all the winds of heaven. Many farewells will be spoken, Very sad will be the parting, But where e ' er your tribesmen wander And what e ' er their occupation Indian grit will force them onward.