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

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10 THE BOOSTER The B° oster published weekly by The Pupils of Manual Training High School Entered as second-class matter March 30, 1912 at Indianapolis, Indiana, under act of March 3, 1879 INDIANA POLIS, INDIANA 10 cents per copy VOL. XII No. 6 and 7 Ready Friday, May 28, 1915 EDITORIAL BOARD Robert G. Barnhill Editor-in-Chief Sidney S. Aronson Asst. Editor-in-Chief Helene E. Sawyer Magazine Editor Atlee Slentz, Mildred Hein, Assts. Ruth Jasper Academic Editor Marie Mueller, Assistant Halford Udell Science Editor Charles Wagoner, Assistant Charlotte Jacobs Art Editor Robert Whipkus Athletic Editor Mable McHugh, Owen Conrad, Assts. STAFF John Adkans, Iva Beem, Floyd Beitman Gladys Benson, George Bischoff, John Brayton Eugenia Clark, Paul Draper, Clifford Foltz Florence Fullen, Constance Gaynor, Calvin Ger- lach, Fred Glossbrenner, Raymond Freeman Irma Gulley, Robert Hatfield, Prentice Hughel Lillian Jones, Forrest McAlpin, Naomi McKis sich, Kenneth Magers, Norma Merrill, Ross Mullin, Elizabeth Moore, Ralph Proctor, Lavina Riddle, Russell Secrest, Harold Stewart, Gerald Watson, Marie Whitney, Taylor O ' Bold, Charles Rohrman, Manley Spouse. BUSINESS STAFF John C. Davis Business Manager Everett Dunn, Haskle Kersey, Gertrude Link, Margaret McRoberts, Mildred Willey, Assistants. Miss Eleanor P. Wheeler, E. H. Kemper Mc- Comb, Karll Von Ammerman Faculty Advisors. OFFICES :: :: ROOM 26 Au Revoir When this issue of the Booster reaches the hands of the subscribers, the dust will already be accumulating on the desks of the various editors. Never again will the present editorial board publish an issue of the paper. Six of the editors graduate this June, and the seventh will not be connected with the paper next year. This issue is the farewell number. During the school year the various editors have endeavored to improve the Booster in every respect. Wheth- er they have succeeded or not can best be answered by the subscribers. At any rate the paper has not lacked variety: A Halloween number, a Christmas number, an athletic num- ber, a yellow-journalist number, and a senior number. Never before in the history of the paper have so many special numbers been published. To the many loyal students who have been instrumental in making the Booster a success this year, the pa- per extends a vote of thanks. As many of these friends will graduate in June, the Booster editors combine in urging those pupils who remain to support the paper again next year. Let the motto of the Roines Club, slightly changed, be that of the Boost- er supporters in the future: All to- gether, all the time for a greater M. T. H. S. Booster. — R. G. B. Best Of All. We ' ve printed many Boosters here, Of every color, kind, and size, And though we have enjoyed them all This Senior one ' bove all we prize. We liked the Christmas issue, ' course, With all its lively cheer; It helped us think of childhood days And gave us thoughts so dear. And when in basket ball we won The pink Booster came out; Each nose was hid behind the page Of that, there is no doubt. The yellow journal, too, we thought Was just agoin ' some. The jokes and stories made us laugh For several weeks to come. But best of all these Boosters Is this that you now hold, And it ' s good points and merits In words cannot be told. If you wonder why we praise it And boast it to the skies, Just look and see who put it out — Why, ' twas the Seniors, wise! They made it not for them alone But for the school and you, ' Cause they remembered that some day You ' d be a Senior, too; They thought it would inspire you And let you clearly see That a Manual Training Senior Is the greatest thing to be. So if you get discouraged now Just look at this issue And ' member that some day you ' ll be A joyful Senior, too. — Ruth Jasper.

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THE BOOSTER 9 Roines was not organized, however, for the sole purpose of aiding fresh- men. Their purpose is to help when needed, to boost everything that is worthy of boosting, and in this way increase the efficienc - of Manual. With this point of view in mind the boys during the last year gave two informal parties in the gym. The parties had the desired effect. People became acquainted. The worry from studies was taken off the pupils ' minds and they were better able to resume their studies after the recrea- tion. Indirectly, also, Roines has another purpose and benefit which is para- mount to the others. As the require- ments for membership are rather stringent and as it is somethine of an honor to belong to the club, the un- derclassmen strive to do better work in order that they may be admitted into the club when the}- are seniors. Roines is a chain, which draws all :o that plane of higher grades, hieher ideals, and better conduct which all make a greater M. T. H. S. and in the end better, bigger and r. : : er rr.tr:. The officers of the present club are as follows: George A. Davis, pres- ident: John Lenahan, vice-president: I issefl Johnson, treasurer; Cushman Hoke, secretary : Sidney Aronson, publicity man, and Robert Whipkus, sersreant-at-arms. Sung- By a June 15 ' Thinker. fTune — It ' s a Long Way to Tippe- It s a long stretch ' till January, It ' s a long time to wait. It ' s a long stretch ' till January. And it troubles my poor pate! Goodby, dear old June ' 15, Farewell, classmates dear. It ' s a long, lone stretch ' till Januarv, But I ' ll stay right here. Weber DeVore (looking at watch): This watch loses a couple of minutes every day, I wonder what ' s the matter with it It probably takes a couple of min- utes off even.- day to look at Helene- picture in the case A FISH STORY By Wi.; Car6kadon Just the other day, I stepped into a living shop (beanery) to lay in a little stock of internal upholstering, when I met an old side-kick of mine, namely, Jeff Larkin. Now, Jeff an ' me hadn ' t alius been the best of friends, cauz we got interduced in a fight back in a little minin ' town some years ago. We ended that fight in about two hours, when we took up the international peace movement, and we have been good friends ever since (mainly be- cause no one knows which is the best man of the two). When Jeff saw me, he came up with a grizzly hug in each paw, and I be- ne would have kissed me right then and there, only I gue- afraid that the sweet erirl cashier, who extracts the quarters from you as you go out, would get jealous and want him to kiss her, too. Jeff wuz too wise an old jay to risk any such a scene as that in a perfectly respectable hash- house. So Jeff contented himself with a few slaps and kicks directed to dif- ferent parts of my anatomy, and told me to come over to his stall and guz- zle a few pancakes with him. I couldn ' t refuse such a friend as Jeff, so I went over to inhale a few of his lies about his experiences. I knew they vruz comin ' , cauz I hadn ' t been set down with him five minutes before he sprung a stor}- about a fishin ' trip he took about a year ago. Jeff said he went up here to Musky- lunge Lake for his fishin ' spree. Now, he said, there wuz so durned many fish in that lake that there wuz hardly water enoueh to get in amongst them. And if a feller was feelin ' able to take the trip, that you could walk across on their backs. In fact, it just made me sick to think what I had missed by not goin ' up there to live long ago. I let Jeff talk ' till his gasoline com- menced to run low. and I saw that he wnz srettin ' pale around the gills from exhaustion, before I said anything. And then I sez: I don ' t hardly know whether to believe this or jest call it a darned lie. Jeff. And when I that, old Jeff just reversed and then shifted gears and put her in high and (Cootimted on Pa e 11)

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THE BOOSTER 1 1 [Continued from page 9] come at me like a Kansas cyclone. You don ' t have to believe it, durn you, but now I ' m goin ' to pull your old carcass up there and show you if I have to take you on stretchers. We started the next morning and that afternoon found us at the lake. It wuz only a mud-hole, about a mile square, and deep. The first evening we stayed at the hotel and talked over our plans with a few old gray-headed liars (natives of the place). The plans were: We would advance in single file, silently and stealthily, to the lake shore, where we would embark in one transport (eight feet long) and pro- ceed to unknown waters (heavily armed, of course). Daybreak found our transport in the exact center of population of the lake, where Jeff said he didn ' t doubt that the fish would knock the bottom out of the boat, try- ing to come up through the floor. I wuz kinder scared, then, that we didn ' t have an adequate supply of life belts. However, I was very thankful for the wireless which had recently been in- stalled upon our boat. Well, I baited my hook and, after offering a prayer, in which I asked that the fish which I hooked should not be strong enough to jerk me clear down to the bottom of the lake, cast in. Four hours later, I wuz very glad that I had made that praver, for it surely was answered to a t. That is, the fish that I hooked was not strong enough to jerk me into the lake. In fact, I was willing for a good fight with any fish about that time. I said so to Jeff, too. Jeff had an ingrown grouch that dav. ' cauz when I says, Look out, Jefne, or that whale you hooked will knock a plank off the hull, he turned and beaned me with an oar. I dodged his second attempt an ' swung my line around ' till it just hooked right into Jeff ' s coat collar. Then I jumped up real quick to jar the boat and before he could recover his balance, I vanked on my line. Jeff knocked a hole in t p lake as big as the entrance to Mammoth cave. I didn ' t send out no S. O. S., but I warped the cable around the bowsprit and manned the oars. I mad° a record in towin ' Teff into the boathouse. Of course, I had to do a little reconnoitering about the harbor before making dock, so as to avoid any possible mine or submarine. However, when I finally did enter the harbor, the whole lakeside population was on hand to welcome me. I heard one old duffer yell: That ' s the first fish I ' ve seen taken out o ' that lake in twenty year. One fellow had a pair of fish scales on hand to weigh the shark. However, owing to the high cost of living and the war in Germany, I didn ' t hesitate any to gather statis- tics. I simply imitated the Flying Squadron in Retreat, and started on a bee-line for the tall timber. Two days later, I made an attempt to return to the hotel, but I saw a man who looked familiar, settin ' on the hotel steps, with a shot-gun across his lap. Every little while he would look up towards the gravevard on the hill and sigh real hungry like. A little ways past the hotel, I saw an under- taker ' s wasron under a tree and the driver sittin ' back on the seat asleep. It was a quiet seen 3 . In fact, too durn quiet for yours truly. A Trip to Masoma. We ' re off for a trip to Masoma ' Club, At Stinson, manv Miles away, It ' s a Newhouse with a Si ackhouse. Whey they will Leiss, they say. And since we feared at Cald rwood, Our slipping feet would Meyer, We took both Buss and little Ford, And now we ' ll never tire. An Auer-bach we passed the gate. Where we had to drop our Tol-in. And now we ' ve almost reached the lane, Where we shall gaily bowl in. We ' re at the door; Fleck off the dust. And Neal with eye Wright at the Locke, For Masoma is Fuller of maidens fair Than lightning is of Shock. Do you think if we ' d Foster our graces, They ' d open wide the door! 1 What good is a peep-hole 5 We want to get in, And we want it Moore and Moore.