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

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Precisi ecision One night, while I was sleeping, I dreamed a funny dream, Precision was the hero, His wife, the heroine. Their home was in the backwoods, The road, an only path, To seek it, in the daylight, Would cause to rise, one ' s wrath. Deep in the tangled wildwood O ' er rocks and boulders high, With trees so tall about it One could not see the sky. Along this rugged pathway The weary pilgrims go, The few, that find Precision, Reap more than what they sow. He rewards them with the gift To say just what they mean : His wife puts in the beauty And makes the finished theme. In the midst of all my dreaming, A voice fell on my ear It whispered, Listen, hearken, To what you now will hear. Now, seeker, take this warning, To find him and his Frau. Don ' t ever get discouraged But go and seek him now n J. ROSCOE MdNTOSH Twinkle, twinkle football star, We wonder what you think you are, Up above the world so high In the vision of your eye. A is the letter that stands for Ayres, He ' s a guy without any cares; His sleepy smile can always be seen, And he looks very much like a freshy green.

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The Race IT IS the day of the shell race between the reds and blues, the two factions of the school. Lined along the banks of the river from the start to the turn are crowds of graduates and school boys, excitedly waving banners and ribbons and vociferously prophesying the result of the race. At last the shells are slid carefully into the water and the rowers take their places. But where is Brown ' , the captain and stroke of the reds ? Fletcher is in his place. The boats are now by the judges ' raft, the crews in position, the coxswains alert, all waiting for the signal. A crack of the pistol and the shells are off ; like machinery the rowers move back and forth in their seats, taking long, even strokes; the oars flash in the sunlight and cheers rise from the onlookers on every side. The blues have pushed a yard or two ahead, but Fletcher of the reds keeps up his steady stroke. He is nervous and has a wild desire to quicken the stroke, but holds himself down. He must keep cool and steady or lose the race, for his men are anxious and discouraged without their regular captain ; they are not sure of him ; they know he is capable but inexperienced. He must show them, must keep them steady. They are nearing the turning place, the blues are turning now, the reds just behind as both crews with great care and dextenty turn the shells and with renewed energy start off, the blues shooting ahead, taking advantage of their turn and using a quicker stroke. But Fletcher at his seat is not discouraged, they have made the turn more slowly as it was too dangerous — it meant too much to run any risks. Little Spades, the coxswain, is scolding and encouraging the boys together. Grad- ually he quickens the stroke, counting steadily to himself. n We are gaining, but faster, boys, faster, they are a quarter ahead, shouts the little coxswain. He feels the criticism of the crew, the desire to spurt ahead, but he knows they miist save their strength for the finish. There is only a quarter of a mile to cover and the blues are nearly four lengths ahead. The blue partisans are jubilant, sure of victory, but the reds shout encouragingly to their crew. They must make up almost twice as much distance as the blues. Can they do it ? With grim determina- tion they row with quick, strong strokes ; like a streak goes the boat through the water. See, they are gaining rapidly. Like one, row the crew, steady, strong, their faces tense. The judges are almost reached, the blues are half a length ahead but with powerful strength the reds pull even, then ahead ; the race is theirs. MABEL AYRES iiib Felinus (Translated from the ancient Latin. Showing why a cat has nine lives. ) A cat sat on the fence one night Singing maeow, maeow, maeow-waow. It would have made your hair turn white Or run away from very fright And leave your cranium bald quite To hear that maeow, maeow-waow. I found kind words of no avail To stop the maeow, maeow, maeow-waow So seized — (but nay, my voice would fail And you, O Reader, would turn pale If I should tell the horrid tale, How I tried to stop the maeow-waow ! ) I struck so quick he never knew But kept on singing maeow-waow. So when his soul to Hades flew It raised so great a hullabaloo, That Tabby Charon was scared blue To hear the maeow, maeow, maeow-waow. Old Charon turned in fright to row, Escaping from the maeow-waow, Then kitty left that world below To try avoid eternal woe By getting killed again more slow- Ly while he sang his maeow-waow. Nine times he wandered there and here Singing maeow, maeow, maeow-waow, Till at last old Charon lost his fear, And rowed him o ' er — but yet, I hear, He still flees eight times when his ear Hears a ghost sing maeow, maeow-waow. ELMER ADAMS

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A Toast ERE ' S success to ycu, Mr. McComb, In the year of nineteen four, May you teach us Themes with a helping hand Even more than ever before. Teach us about Dame Nature, The birds, the grass and bees, Tell us about the little brook That wound beneath the trees. Why has that stream stopped winding Beneath the trees and hedge, But silently goes its little way ' Neath the Union Station ' s sheds? Oh ! tell us why its color Has changed from white to brown, It used to be so clear and bright Before the coal struck town. Another thing we wish to know, Pray tell us in words complete, Why cars have just four -sided wheels On North Alabama Street Still another question puzzles us, The answer we ' ve never found, Why, when we ' have no gas at all They send the bills around. Now last of all, this question — How do you succeed to munch The dreadful deathlike contents Of an old, stale Taggart lunch ? Again I say— here ' s success to you In the year of nineteen four, May all of us profit by your work Even more than ever before. STANLEY TURNER An Old Trick IT WAS the first day of April and it was, as the group of habitues of Anglemire ' s grocery and general store observed, a rather bad day out. It was cold and disagreeable, so disagreeable, in fact, that one of the village oracles wondered why Abe Sanders, across the street, should be saw- ing hemlock wood in such bad weather. As no one could give a plausible reason for Abe ' s unwonted display of energy, the oracle resumed his occupation of carving odd designs in the cracker barrel on which he was seated. This ancient wiseacre was, in the eyes and admiration of the village youth, something of an expert in the line of handling a knife and was, in a way, regarded by himself and others as the village surgeon. He possessed a local reputation as a veterinary, having at one time visited an institution of that character at Cincinnati. As a result, he honestly considered it his duty to give advice and services on all ailments, from croup and stone-bruises to lockjaw and general debility. The blacksmith and Crozier ' s hired man had nearly finished a game of checkers and the Ginder boy was just getting the ring off the latest puzzle, when Abe Sanders hurriedly entered the store, holding his left hand tightly in his right and showing evidence of great pain. Upon the storekeeper ' s inquiry as to what was the matter, Abe exclaimed, Get hold of that sliver if you can, at the same time holding out his hand. The would-be surgeon, leaving his unfinished design, B is the letter that stands for fame Whenever attached to Bohny ' s name ; In Basketball a winner was he In Baseball, too, he is sure to be.