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

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10 THE BOOSTER BOOSTER STAFF AND MANAGERS 1 1 » ! ' 1 ! : » ••. SENOIRISMS. Walter Hausdorfer: In framing an artist, art has thus de- creed, To make some good, but otheis to exceed. Opal Wright: She had all the royal makings of a queen. Abe Axlerod: I can better play the orator. Fred Keilholz: I ' ll prove a busy actor in their play. Francis Miller: You have one eye upon my follies. Delphine Meyer: O fairest beauty! Jerome Trotsky: The soul of this man is his clothes. Ye Ed.: [Quotation censored. We leave the space.] Clayton Mogg: Thou art a tall fel- low. Frank Manker: Heaven be the rec- ord of my speech. Helen Barrett: 1 can smile. John Brayton: I remain a pinched thing. THAT ' S WHAT I ' D DO. If I were a Senior I ' d join the class play, And practice my speeches The whole livelong day. I ' d write up the hist ' ry And prophecy new; I ' d be the class poet And president, too. I ' d make all the teachers Stand ' round at my word, And be the authority, Everywhere heard. I ' d make Chelsea Stewart Paint up my eyebrows; I ' d be the May King, Or I ' d start up some rows. I ' d rule all the ladies, And be a knight true. If I were a Senior, That ' s what I would do. And still R. Secrist can ' t under- stand why that butcher in the Frank- lin butcher shop stared at him so hard when he asked for a pound of track meat.

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THE BOOSTER FAREWELL PAGE BY BOB BARNHILL We can hardly realize that this is the last time we will ever sling ink for this paper. Looking back on the three or four years that we have knocked and slammed our friends through these columns, we feel that we have a great deal to be thankful for — that is that we have survived this long. And so with due thankfulness in our hearts for the blessing, we are going to write a few last words in memory of those who have suffered at our pen. Irwin Henderson plays with the Giants. Irwin Henderson pitches for them. Irwin Henderson struck out three men in succession. Irwin Hen- derson pitched a no-hit game. Irwin Henderson is a good player. Now, Mr. Henderson, never again accuse us of not giving you plenty of publicity. Johnnie Masters and Frankie Harris were observed to stand in front of a jewelry store for fifteen minutes the other day. What ' s the name of that old poem that starts out In the spring a young man ' s fancy turns to — ? Manual, like her North Side rival, has a Sleepy Eye Club. If you don ' t believe it take a look at the members of Miss Andrus ' s after dinner physi- ography class. Some good hearted fellow ought to take Heine Moesch off to one side and explain frankly and freely the follies of getting the human head shaved. Some things are silent by nature, and others speak for themselves like that orange colored shirt of Jerome Trotcky ' s. According to an official report by the school detective, on May 19 at 2:14 p. m., Ethel Parker was seen to walk the entire length of the hall without being accompanied by Calvin Gerlach. Among other things the spring rains have had a good effect upon Helen Baron ' s class book. It has grown so large in the last month that Helen has been inquiring about a good anti-fat remedy. Clay Gullion, who plays with the Pirates, made a home run about 2 A. M. the other morning. He made the run all right but it didn ' t count because as he stole home his father was waiting for him and tagged him out. Flavia Lee says that she just can ' t keep track of all of her dates in Indiana history. We certainly are sorry to part with all of the girls who have kept us sup- plied with candy during the lunch period, aye, Gass? The saddest words Of tongue or pen Are these, McNulty ' s Canned again. During the ivy day exercises we thought that President Manker was reaching for his gun when he pulled that trowel out of his pocket. Our idea of nuthin tu do is to spend a few minutes with Ralph Itten- bach. Hurrying down Into the town There went one day Charlie Lay. And by a truck He soon was struck So ' long the way Charlie Lay. Well, readers, the bottom of this page draws near. We blot our manu- script, close the lid of our desk, roll down our sleeves, put on our coat, and with a last backward look at the editorial office, pass out of these col- umns forever.

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11 THE BOOSTER WHEN SHIELDS CLANGED. ELFRIEDA, eldest daughter of King Brickbat, of the kingdom Doodlerwoozle, was angrily pac- ing her sumptuous (?) boudoir (?). That is, she had the anger but not the boudoir. The trouble was that old Brickbat had sent an ultimatum (yes, note writing was in vogue in 827 A. D.) to the poor but otherwise hon- est Prince Golddustwins of Soapland, stating that the Prince should compel the boys to ease up a little on the long-distance arrow shooting, as many a Doodlerwoozle doodlebug had been killed thereby. This little stunt made Elfrieda real peeved, because she had liked to have the Prince sit on the front porch ever since his exploit of throwing two ringers on top of two others in the recent horseshoe tournament. She raised an awful howl and made such a racket that her mother told her to let up on the noise, as she was keep- ing little Butterine, the latest addi- tion, from sleeping. When Golddustwins got the ultima- tum, he didn ' t uncover the family typewriter and write a reply. I should say not! He called his cavalry (17 men, 8 horses, 9 mules), his well trained infantry of 47 men, 29 of whom were armed with the most for- midable of pit.chforks, and 7 knights who had copped their armor from other knights whom they had way- laid and laid away. After riding furi- ously for a half mile (time 4:30 3-5), they stopped at the outer gate. The chief flunky wheeled; the nine mules were wheeled; all delivered a blow at the same time, breaking in the old gate. Then ye gallant company charged. This light brigade stunt was nipped in the bud by the introduction of twenty-eight very much alive skunks, which the Doodlerwoozleites, encased in gas-proof helmets, let loose. With- out a word, but with many odors, the brave gallants retreated in the direc- tion of home and mamma. Just then Elfrieda appeared on the topmost tower (measuring 113.2917 feet above ground and used as the royal weather observatory) and cried to Golddustwins to rescue her, for her father had cast her out when he found the cause of all her raving. At first the rescuer wouldn ' t rescue, for he believed that his fair one had made a contract with a local movie studio and was acting in a feature film. Finally, however, he commanded his regiment of seven knights to advance double quick. At a fierce rate they galloped the hundred yards past those mean, unmannerly skunks in 27 flat (?), making a new state record. The noble Golddustwins then dis- mounted and climbed the beastly tower. It seems that he was a fly guy, and, being stuck on himself, he naturally stuck on the tower. Then at the rate of twenty-one feet per minute (a fish scaling record), our friend Golddustwins went to the res- cue of the sweet Elfrieda. When he got almost to the top, he saw, to his horror, that the brickwork had been done by non-union labor. Then, with a gasp, a groan, a gurgle and a grin, he dropped as quick as sin, and skinned out, cursing the old Brickbat for his injudicious use of non-union labor, and with a bump on his head. Old man Brickbat, who thought the charge was a troop of Ford milk wagons, and who ran to a dungeon to escape the noise of little Butterine who had just awoke, saw the attempt at a rescue. Deep down in his dun- geon he swore many marvelous, mighty oaths, both by mouth and on his fingers, for he was an expert in the deaf and dumb alphabet. He was such a genius that he cussed twenty minutes without repeating a word, and he cussed at his repetition until the pressure of the blue halo around him blew up the castle and Elfrieda, and put little Butterine to sleep. Poor Elfrieda was going up — up — Just then, A. D. 1916, Floriene woke up, with the crash of a collision be- tween a Ford and a dinky, in her ears. N. B. — Too much When Knight- hood Was in Flower for little Floriene.