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

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@ A Fall w HAT notable person is this drawing near, Whose haughty demeanor inspires one with fear? Who, to his inferiors will not unbend — Ah, no — ' tis beneath him to so condescend. ong ribbon streamers afloat in the breeze, roclaim him a mighty 8A, if you please, proud, conscious subject of all the schog, d truthfully speaking A-eock — who is this meek, humble child we o really shudders whene ' er one draws near whom every teacher ' s an ogre to dread, And who can ' t distinguish his feet from his he woe-begone look and his actions so nervo show him to be a 9B, at your ■service. His stammering questions when seeking your aid, Inspire you to pity, he seems so afraid. As he thanks you and raises his eyes from the floor, You start, for surely you ' ve seen him before. Ah ! The haughty 8A with this meek face and form, Then, a beautiful butterfly, but now — a worm. Katherine Elizabeth Bauer, ' 07. Eng. VII.

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Bumble-bee Fighting UMBLE-BEE fighting is a rather fascinating sport for any one who likes a game full of activity and excitement. In most contests there are to be found opponents, but I never took part in any contest before in which the opponent took such an active part and could be in so many places at the same time as the bumble-bee. I was working for my father one summer on an oil well, which was situated in a pasture on the outskirts of a town. The pasture had not been used for some time and the grass had grown very long, making a fine place for the field bees to nest. I soon made the acquaintance of two boys, who came over to the well frequently, and on one of these visits 1 was invited to participate in a bee fight. Now I did not know very much about bee fighting, so I stood off and let my friends start the attack, which they did very cleverly, without even so much as a sting. The way of proceeding was this: As soon as the nest was located, one of the boys would approach cautiously, taking as weapons two broad paddles made from shingles. Now the object was to stand beside the nest and catch the bees between the shingles as they came out, thus in a short time killing all the bees, which was an easy job, if not discovered by the bees. Once in a while the fighter would be discovered just as he was getting ready, and of course he would be put to flight. As he ran he would skillfully turn off his pursuers by throwing his large straw hat to one side and by changing his course at the same time, for the bees would take after the hat. Of course this looked very easy to me, so I promptly told the boys I should like to lead the next attack. We were not long in finding another nest, so I gripped the paddles, which were pretty well stained by this time, and cautiously approached the stronghold of the enemy. The buzzing of the angry bees disconcerted me for a moment, but I followed directions and bravely prepared for the first attack. I got along nicely, killing bee after bee, until I turned to see how my companions were progressing, when suddenly a bee slipped past me and got away. While 1 was madly striking at him, his mates soon came to his rescue and I beat a hasty retreat. I threw my hat, waved my arms, ran in a circle, but I soon saw they were not to be shaken off, so I made for the creek. 1 jumped in and remained under as long as I could, then I rose and splashed, caus- ing such commotion that the bees soon left me to count the number of bumps and to plan the next attack. Walter Brant, ' 06. Eng. VII.

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Skatini IN nearly all of the northern countries where the winters are cold enough to produce ice, one of the chief amusements that are attendant in winter ' s train is skating. Of course to know how to skate one must learn this art by means of a long, eventful process, the effects of which are for a time painfully asserted in the learner ' s mind. There are two different ways of learning the art of skating. The first is to have a helper on each side of the beginner to hold him up ; the second is for the beginner to blunder along by himself and amuse the bystanders with athletic stunts done without apparatus. Much has been said about the joys of skating, but very little about the woes of the beginner. First the victim hies himself to some sporting -goods establishment and hands out his cash, receiving in lieu thereof a pair of guaranteed steel skates and a couple of straps to bind them on more firmly. Then the aspirant for skating honors betakes himself to some ice-bound pond with his precious articles of revolution. He plumps himself down on a rock and proceeds in a mysterious manner, not mentioned in any treatise on skating, to fasten the aforesaid articles on. Generally some friend rescues him in time, fastens the skates on correctly and leaves him to his fate. First he steps out on the ice and essays to make a bold stroke, after the manner of skilled skaters, with an amazing result. His lower extremities show a sudden desire to seek higher paths, while his head becomes interested in astronomy. He sees planets and celestial bodies the astronomer never dreamed of, while the sun and moon dance a jig in the background. After the fiery exhibition clears up a little, the rebel, or revolutionist, or whatever he may be named, sits up and feels for the crack in the back of his head, whose edges he can hear grating together — in his mind. But he is disap- pointed, visibly disappointed, to find nothing like an injury except a small bump, which he informs his friends is as big as a baseball. Then he cautiously rises to his feet, or rather, his skates, and stands about watching the experienced skaters, wondering to himself if they almost broke their necks before they learned to skate. At last, tiring of this, he begins again. He tries a stroke, with immense success ; then a larger one — success again and applause from himself. Again a larger stroke — fireworks, blue rings and pink and yellow dots are much in evidence. The skater picks up his remains disgustedly and wobbles slowly to the shore, jerks off his skates and departs for his dwelling-place. There the disgruntled beginner seriously contemplates the advisability of summoning the doctor. But in a few days the temptation proves too great as he sees his comrades gliding over the pond, so he packs up his skates again and makes another pilgrimage to the scene of former defeat. This time he sees with pride that his skates are properly adjusted and he slides forth cautiously on the pond ' s frozen surface. Now he takes shorter strokes and frequently tumbles. At last on a certain day, a day which he marks in his diary with red ink, he learns to skate ; and from that time on the illumi- nations become dimmer and less frequent. Now he can blunder around the pond twice without stopping and watches with scorn the gymnastics of the new victims. Ralph Wheeler, ' 07. Eng. V.