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

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Millard Oliar: Avery, pass the bread. Avery Harlan: What do you want with the bread? Millard Oiler: I want to make a blotter for this gravy. — M. E. T. Mr. Wallace: What is a stable compound? Wise Student: Anything around the stable, I guess. — John Cady. Ed. Joslin in chemistry: Gee this test tests my guessing ability. — B. D. J. Vince King coming into the Roines Club meeting: Don ' t everybody kiss me at once. — Don Krull. Diagrams and Balances, Arguments and scowls, G ' ometry and Woolleys Are not for senior owls. — Vince King. A Tragedy. —Scene 1— Art Institute. Frank Manker on the top of a tot- tering ladder taking down a costly masterpiece near the ceiling. —Scene 2— Crash — Shattering of bones. Audi- ence beholds Frank Manker a tangled mass upon the floor beneath the un- touched masterpiece. —Scene 3— Mr. Stark (seeing visions of his pic- ture torn to tatters, runs in not notic- ing in his absentmindedness the wrecked form beneath the painting): Frank, did you break that picture? Frank in his groans can not an- down upon you, (For information ask Constance Early.) It is known that Mr. Brooks Campbell practiced the hesitation waltz, fully fifteen minutes before the Roines dance in the cloakroom of Room 12. We think Harry Trusseler would make a hit as a civil engineer, don ' t you? ' Tis false, the senior girl said, when her lover told her she had beau- tiful hair. A school boy coming home from school, Sees a dollar bright at the feet of a mule, He stoops to raise it as sly as a mouse; There ' s a funeral next day at the little boy ' s house. — B. D. J. I ' ll get him out of this if it takes a vacuum cleaner. — Maurice Thornton. John Ferree: Miss Knox just gave me a calling for something I didn ' t do. Louis Johnson: Something you didn ' t do? What was it? John: My school work. — M. E. T. Iverson (in basement): Pete, let ' s take these apple peelings home and play a joke on them. Pete: No, that doesn ' t appeal to me. — M. E. T. Lady: What ' s that odor? Farmer: That ' s fertilizer. Lady: For land ' s sake. Farmer: Yes ma ' am. Wha ' do ya mean Leota Teegar- den ' s greatest ambition is to become an elocutionist? We do not think she is much of a reader. A senior ' s advice to his freshman friend and successor: Common sense, my boy, is valuable in all kinds of business but love making. Oliver: Baker, we ' re going oh a jolly hay ride tonight and — Baker (interrupting): And you want me to go eh? Oliver: Exactly. You see we need another horse and we thought maybe you ' d volun — Oliver (reviving ten minutes later) : Is the motorman under arrest? Some of these jokes are to fill up room, If you don ' t like them, just get the broom, But if you do, you must write some more, Or the editor, too, has a right to get sore.

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16 THE BOOSTER PERSONALS h BOOlHOO THAT SOY CALLdD ME f SerMQr s he look to freshie- Fr ahie, cvs Ke lOOKS Notice. In order to complete her fifth art- ful (?) year at Manual and to finish the execution of her gray, embossed, sheep skin, terra cotta colored paged, electrically illuminated, sweet girl graduate book, Santa Mahrea Cramer makes the formal announcement that she will post next year. Chester Davis (looking up spiral stairs on third floor) : Look, they ' re sending some Freshie to the North Tower. Frank Henry: Hm! You ' re worse than a Freshie, Ches, that ' s Frank Turney of the Applied Electricity class, going up to recitation. Ella has left. Did she and Gym quarrel? Fire drill!!! Stairs fill— Elsa Dongus Takes a spill ! ! ! Mr. Koontz: Now can anyone tell me who made the first arc light? C. Louis Herschowitz: Why, Noah made the first Ark light. Mr. Koontz: What is a beat? C. Louis K. : A dead one. Katherine R. : A little red vege- table. Harris Mc: It is a part of a musi- cal measure. Wm. B.: It is a policeman ' s line of march. The brightest Se nior: It is the un- ion of a periodic condensation and rarefaction of the molecules of any body to produce silence. Mr. McComb ' s Literature class is trying to decide whether Lady Mac- beth fainted or merely feinted. Mendel Saffer said he wished all his teachers would give tests on the same day because he hated to miss so much school.

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©0 % draiuat [Reprinted from Senior Issue of ' 13] The end! Is this work done, When commencement ' s set of sun Hath left all dark but gleaming memory? When into a shadowed past The present ' s happiness is cast, And Manual will be but thought to thee? Not so ! Begin again, Now your fellows will be men, But little quarter will they take or give Still, remember as you strive, That noble efforts keep alive The name of Manual, long may it live. — SQUEER. (James Wynn.)