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

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IN APPECIATION of his past suc- cess on the faculty and as an expression of loyalty and sup- port in his new duties as head of our school, the January ' 17 class dedicates this issue to Mr. E. H. Kemper McComb. THE CLAyV PROPHECY - RALPH PROCTOR Whether it was a vision, a dream, or a mere hallucination, I don ' t know. At any rate, I saw things passing strange. I saw distinctly George Littell, Gerald Watson, and Fred Glossbrenner singing to a large audience. How natural they looked, and how I longed for them to keep on singing. But the music slowly died away and the trio was gone. Then appeared Manual, the school of our meditations, and, sure enough, Miss Burnside still presided over room 29. There then frisked into view Raymond Carson with a pair of scissors in his hand and a bottle of hair tonic under his arm. The first victim of this mighty barber was Robert Kennington, who slept beneath his caressing touch. The next applicant for Raymond ' s skill was Earl Hart, chief stockholder in the town ' s movie show. Who should appear now but Juanita Fish, smiling amid the wares of a confectionery shop, to be superceded by Edwin Ennis, more handsome than ever, wiping the tables of his ice cream parlor. The cackle of the hen and the crow of the rooster heralded my introduction to the chicken farm of Miller and Kenneth Wright. Were they working in the chicken yard? Positively no! They were viewing instead the dozens of eggs which were like so many dollars lying around, for eggs in 1924 are quoted at eighty cents a dozen. The sands of the desert swept into view. Harold McNulty, Robert Bragg, and Harry Hoddie, all three in the picturesque dress of the East, mounted upon camels, were traveling along an old caravan route. Harold McNulty was selling H 2 which Harry Hoddie carried, the money for which was received by Bob Bragg, who had a national cash register at his elbow. They expected a thriv- ing business, but home consumption was reducing their stock. Harold was taking his seventh drink when the desert scene passed from view. Again a theater! By all the familiar surroundings I knew it to be Keith ' s. There was being presented by Fred Harrington and his wife, Helene Fahrbach, and Paul Dra.per, Elsa Goett and Gretchen Nackenhorst, a one-act comedy, en- titled Parsnips. I was just wondering whether it could equal Carrots, when the picture completely vanished.