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

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THE BOOSTER » IVY DAT APRIL 19th Were our Ivy Day exercises a suc- cess? Yes, it did rain all morning and we had just resigned ourselves to an indoor procession when, lo! and be- hold! to the joy of all, at 2:15 all rain stopped and we marched in a double line with our country ' s flag, our school flag, and our class banner all floating before us, to our ivy vine by the shop door, and then around the building, entering the outside auditorium door, across the stage, each saluting his country ' s flag as he passed, and then up the center aisle, taking our places in the front seats. The Ivy Day pro- gram, referred to in a previous issue of the Booster, was then given. The following words, taken from Mr. Mc- Comb ' s speech in acceptance of the ivy vine, were the marked feature of the program: « My attention at noon time was challenged by a question I saw on a small placard on the wall. These were the words: ' The United States of America. What do these words mean to you? ' This question has been rolling itself over in my mind ever since I saw it. And to every one of us at this time the very phrase ' United States of America ' means much. Some of the first things on a day like this which would probably spring to the mind of most of us are that it means opportunity; it suggests to us ideals of lofty patriotism, honor and devotion and it suggests to each indi- vidual one thing that no one knows but himself. There is an ideal ques- tion we shall all need to be asking ourselves more and more seriously, no doubt, in the next few months — What does the United States of America mean to us? And I want to couple with that on this occasion in your mind one other question — What does the Emmerich Manual Training High School mean to you? If we could ex- amine the heart of each one of us, I rather think that we would find some common quality in the answers to that last question as — A place of oppor- tunity, a place of training. It means a time of joyous, happy life, of prep- aration; it means a time when we are getting ready for something bigger, something broader, something better, something higher; it means a time for the formation of friendship and of ideals; it means a time of gathering Continuen on page 22 CLASS DAY MAY 18th Of course, in a senior class of one hundred eighty-four students one will find people with ail kinds of abilities. So in the senior class calendar oppor- tunity is given to these people to dem- onstrate their abilities. Athletics we have for athletes, dances for dancers, ivy day for speakers and poets, the class play for actors, and last upon the senior calendar we have class day for the fools and clowns. Friday, May 18, the June ' 17 class held the celebration of its class day, and it was demon- strated here that the June ' 17 class certainly has a supply of clowns of all sizes, all the way from Cy Clark to William Over, Bill Foley included. After the usual opening speech by Paul Kleeman explaining the purpose of the day a group of selected people entertained the audience with a little noise (we are afraid to call it music) in the form of a song. Then the offi- cial welcome address was given by Mr. E. Kelly who was dressed in a dress suit and a plug hat for the pom- pous occasion. Mr. Kelly in his speech, which was a masterpiece of torn fool- ery, expounded the terrors of the sup- pression by the faculty. Helen Smith, the class historian, read the history of the class, which she had so skillfully compiled. After the history, the Senior trio sang some songs and then the prophecy was read by Norman Littell. In this he outlined the futures of the members of the class with remarkable uniqueness. A parody on different scenes from the class play was given by Emmet Kelly, William Foley, William Over, Cyrus Clark, Ralph Scanlin, Burton Nelson, Taylor Obold, Harlan O ' Connor and Alfred Schad. Burton Nelson and Vadis Surface took slams at the mem- bers of the class in poems which they had written. Harold Snoke tried his skill in Spanish dancing as a take off on Estella McKinney in the All Fool ' s Vodvill. Then in an act entitled Moore Fools, Taylor Obold and Har- lan O ' Connor tried to imitate Mr. Moore and Mr. Edwards, but did not succeed. As the next number on the program, the girls had a take off on the Jazz band, which was complete in every detail even to a representa- tion of John Fitzgerald, black-face Continued on page 22

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THE BOOSTER to some remarks accidently dropped about concerning the three members oL said organization, the brigade disbanded until further notice. ™ December 21 — Alas! it disappeared again la,st night. Great sorrow filled the hearts of the pupils in Room 28. January 6 — Today success crowned our efforts and a sunburst rose on our class. January 13 — A well-trained pompadour is a needed requisite for a yell leader and having duly considered this fact, we chose Howard Kennecke for the yell leader of our class. February 9 — History was made at our meeting this afternoon. Famous people filled its pages. Having recovered from the effects of Gass, we selected Lawrence Brink, the great mathematician, to care for the large sum in our treasury. We also decided that Norman Littell is the only one able to gaze into the crystal globe and to foretell the hidden and mysterious future, since we learned tha,t he has had vast experience as a prophetic seer having used the above men- tioned globe to prove all his most lengthy and notorious arguments. At the same time Hazel Pennington proved the logical person to draw up the class will, as her wisdom and knowledge is so great along these lines that it was impossible to choose any other. February 18 — Imagine our surprise when we discovered that a new name has been added to the cradle-roll of the Emmerich Manual Training High School. It is Archi- bald Leo Hegener. We all thought he was a freshie but he really is an Eng- lish teacher. April 19— One of the proud days of our senior year has now come and gone. We are sure our Ivy will grow, for it certainly rained enough and we sang earnestly enough to make that small vine cover the whole south portion of the building. May 10— Who knew our class held such actors and actresses? My, it was enjoyable! That was what everyone said. After the play it developed that Emmet Kelly has decided to become an instructor of ama.teur performers in How to Fall Gracefully off of the Stage. Lessons were also given on How to Help Your- self to Ice Cream. May 16— The ice cream was paid for. May 18— Today is Foolishness day and we ' re all acting natural. When I finish, more fools will appear, some lost in a forest, others mentally misplaced. This is almost our last chance to be together as a body; any way we say to you, January ' 18 ' s, that we hope you will leave this school as we are leaving it, with the knowledge that here are the best teachers and here is the best school in the whole United Sta.tes. Helen Smith. BOBBY CONTRIBUTES Large beautiful bouquets of wilted big, bright, red and white balloon, dandelions made an artistic decoration Warm milk and graham crackers were at the home of Mr. Cy Clarke served, much to the enjoyment of Kenwood avenue, when he entertained everyone. The other members of the the members of the Tiddlie-wink Club club are Ralph Scanlin, president; last Saturday afternoon. The guests Bud Gass, secretary-treasurer; Johnny were entertained by playing button, Fitzgerald, Peg Kelly, and Fechtman. button, button, who ' s got the button, The next meeting will be held at the Mr. Bill Foley taking away the first home of Mr. Johnny Fitzgerald, next prize, which was a beautiful light- Saturday afternoon. All those who are 0 haired, blue-eyed doll. Mr. Hank Mor- going, are requested to notify the gan took the booby prize, which was a hostess.

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THE BOOSTER FOLLTE? John Fitzgerald says he plays the silly-phone in the orchestra. For Boys Only — (Read backwards) Didn ' t you if, girl a be wouldn ' t you: this read would you knew we. My poor man, have you no friends? No, madam; I was personal editor of the Senior Booster. Taylor Obold: Sadie, lend me your balloon? Sadie: No, honey, I can ' t. Just to show our bravery, we are going to put in Sara Jane Day ' s name. Good luck, Sara! Another thing can sure be said about Taylor Obold; he looked his part. Dewey Fitch ' s sleeping average is still 1,000 per cent. Special Notice. Anybody happening into the gym. Friday night would have found the tow-path at Fairview reproduced ex- cellently. Little John, in dressing room Friday night: A pin, a pin, or I shall come on too late! Emmet Kelley: Now, folks, we are going to have a 24-page Senior Booster (applause). The question is, do you want the pages to be blank? Louie Henschen: Well, they ' d be easier to read. As Charlotte Uhl remarked: The way some of the Seniors go into the air about class expenses qualifies them for the aviation corps. ' Isn ' t this an awful Herbert Hill: picture of me? Peg Stewart: I don ' t know, can ' t fool a camera. You All those desirous of renting dress suits, may apply to Lester Moreland, an experienced renter. To J. B. N. It takes a lot of nerve, I guess, To do a lot of things; To make a monkey of yourself, And do those crazy-flings. To come before an audience, Clad in another ' s clothes, Must take an awful lot of cheek, And cause some awful woes. To read those wills and histories, Must take a lot of pluck; Especially when you must know That escape will be just luck. But to give the names of lots of guys, Each a party to some case, And then to join their very throng, And even set the pace — That takes far more than nerve or pluck; We don ' t know what the virtue is; We haven ' t named it yet, at all, But Fuzzy Nelson ' s made it his. MORAL. Next time you feel inclined to preach, Or throw your poetry about, Be sure that you ' re immune yourself — Then bawl the other fellows out. Puzzle: Where did Gertrude Leh- mann get that medal of the Inter-class meet? Say, girls, what do you think of Paul Kleeman and his art of loving? At the Sectional Meet. Robert Kryter to Bruce Lockridge: How high did that Noblesville fellow jump? Bruce: Five feet and eleven inches. Robert: And what was the time? (The curtain goes down on a scene of slaughter.) — R. B. L. Call for Order! Boy, stamping his feet. Mr. Dalman: Say, sonny, do you A think this is a meeting of the stamp club? — R. J. K.