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

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THE BOOSTER 19 We, the January Emmerich Manual School of the City of Indianapolis, in the County of Marion, and in the State of Indiana, being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish and de- clare this our last Will and Testa- ment in manner following, that is to say: First: We declare that all of our just debts be paid, also the bill for the tombstone which was ordered by Ray- mond Helm. Second: We give to our class spon- sor, Miss Burnside, our heartfelt ap- preciation and gratitude for her wil- lingness to promote class activities. Third: We give and bequeath Five Hundred ($500.00) Dollars for the purchase of searchlights and direct that every one entering the building before eight o ' clock be furnished with one of these lights, so that there will be no head-on collisions or serious ac- cidents when a student attempts to reach his roll room. Fourth: We give and bequeath One Thousand ($1,000.00) Dollars and di- rect that a complete set of shock ab- sorbers be put on each seat in the au- ditorium, (need for this was shown Ivy Day.) Fifth: We give and bequeath one gross of pink pencils to George Gar- ard, treasurer of the June Class, so that he may figure his class debts as successfully as our treasurer, Baron Henry. Sixth: We will one of Count Bat- ley ' s shoes to Captain Spitz, of the Knitting Battery X, to be made into a saddle. Seventh: We give Mr. Koontz, Ber- nett Willis ' pomp to be used instead of a cat fur in charging the electro- phorous. Eighth: We will part of Hershel Deming ' s bashfulness to John Rice. (Don ' t you think that he needs it?) Ninth: We give and bequeath Tony Foster ' s Santa Claus suit to one of the Faculty (preferably one who is quite stout and good natured). Mr. Stark will probably be the heir to this. Tenth: We will the dancing quali- ties of Grace Aldrich to Mrs. Vernon Castle. Eleventh: We give to the school library ten copies of The Extrava- JANUARY 1918 WILL BY WILLIAM WILSON gance of Deputy. Twelfth ' 18 Class of the Training High Primping by Kathryn We give all of our knit- ting needles, knitting bags, etc., to the June Class. We direct that Kearsley McComb see that these are put to good use. Thirteenth: CENSORED. Fourteenth: We give Raymond Helm ' s ability to help himself to the leading man in the June Class play. Fifteenth : We give the extra height of Arthur Boulin to String Bean Hurd. Sixteenth: We give and bequeath the Army Sweater, worn by one of the members of the January Class to George Garrard, since he intends to go to the front. (We intended to give this to another member of the class, but we see that that member has one.) Seventeenth: We give to the June Class the advice not to dance in the property room during class play re- hearsals, because, in spite of the se- cret bell you arrange, you will be caught. Eighteenth: To some girl in the next June Class, we give part of the life of Nina Sanders, i. e. the mirror in the cloak room No. 29. Nineteenth: To Ralph Werner we give the exquisite pair of spectacles Avorn by Deacon Small, as Ralph seems to be quite fond of glasses, or rather the frames themselves. Twentieth: We give to Joe Schoen 29 cents to buy a class ribbon so that he won ' t have to do without as Louis Koss did. Lastly: We hereby appoint Mr. Hol- loway executor of this last Will and Testament: hereby revoking all for- mer Wills made by us. In Witness Whereof, We have here- unto subscribed our names, the 18th day of January, in the year of our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred Eighteen. Skinner, come out from behind the booshes. Why didn ' t Mr. Ammerman lose his tie? There were plenty of them along the track. Thelma Dold says that she doesn ' t see why the boys always paddle the poor little canoes.

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18 THE BOOSTER The Muse brought forth a huge book which she handed to me. Wonderingly I turned to the fly leaf to read Horti- culture, a science deeply odored with the fragrance flowers. Why is a daisy and wherefore is a poppy? Peruse within. We should have had this book, I said. With no flowers visible, an at- tempt was made to select the flower of our class. Feminine charm overcame us and sight unseen we chose the Mrs. Aaron Ward rose. But you did well with your motto, my companion offered. It is always difficult to find in the words of an- other, a thought which expresses the ideals and desires of the class. No difficulty this time, I interrupt- ed. That motto — ' Faithfulness In- sures Success ' came from the flourish- ing pen of one of our own authors. Indeed, ejaculated the Muse. Of course I should have surmised that, for your class possessed real ability. You mean about the design for our banner and arm bands? I asked. Exactly, she replied. Also the operetta. But the mention of that word re- called all the details of the event. The unparalleled principals, the undaunted heroes, and the beauty chorus, the hurry and rush and the professional poise at the three public performances. Our class wasn ' t entirely respon- sible, however, I objected. We ought to express thanks to the June ' Class for their assistance in making the 50- 50 proposition a real success. That ' s right, agreed the Muse. Now look at the next picture. I looked, and saw nothing but the empty auditorium. People began to come and soon the class marched in. We all looked rather sober, and I recol- lected that it was not unusual. A seri- ous aspect is always lent to the Ivy Day celebration. It is then that we first realize our actual nearness to the close of our high school days. The planting of the Ivy is our tribute and the exercises and songs we sing ex- press our sentiments toward the school. Suddenly the picture became blank, but in a moment the scene was that of the Hallowe ' en Party given by the June Class in the Gym. Take a dive and get an apple, were the words written on the scroll. It w?s strenu- ous exercise, however, that but made the refreshments the more appetizing. How much more is there? I asked the Muse. Not much, she replied. But you musn ' t omit details. What is that on your coat? Where? On the lapel. That? Oh well, you know good yarns always stick by us, so also will the memory of the knitting clubs. You did but do your duty, chuck- led the Muse. Why that ' s the class play, I ex- claimed. When we were no longer students at Manual, but were living in Hatfield back in the 1600 ' s as deacons, ministers, brothers, sisters, mothers, magistrates and — Or were professionals in the be- hind the scene work in your own the- atrical world, broke in the Muse. Now for another party, she added. The Roines boys surely entertained royally, even to Santa Claus — and did you dance? Dance? I echoed with a significant wink. Well, then there ' s Class Day, the Muse continued. The program — But, I interrupted, I can ' t write about that, I ' m not a futurist, nor a prophet; it ' s all too visionary. Then perhaps I ' m visionary too, snapped the Muse. You are very im- pertinent, young man, and you can — Before I had the opportunity to apol- ogize, the floor of the attic way up in the land of the Past, fell from beneath me, and I went whirling down with papers flying about me. Down, down through the clouds until I dropped right here very softly with my history all done up in a little green book. But the e is one more verse to my song. A word of advice is always most free, But the June Class historian please listen to me, ' Twill not be so long till your duty will call, So remember these words, as they tell you all: Call not on a Muse, for sad to relate, One never can tell if she ' ll love you or hate. The Freshman have staunch support- ers in Mr. G. H. Westing and Mr. C. B. Dyer for the success of the Freshman track meet, as Mr. Westing donated a sweater to the winner and Mr. Dyer furnished the medals at a great reduc- tion.

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20 THE BOOSTER JANUARY 1918 PROPHECY BY MARIAN H. WEHNER About two weeks ago I had an un- usually large Latin assignment, and after spending some time in attempting to unravel the mysteries of subjunc- tives, ablatives, chiasmus, and anti- thesis, I fell to wondering if all my work in Latin would benefit me in any way. The spirit of musing must have been upon me deeply, for without any definite knowledge on my part of his entrance, I chanced to see before me a queer figure, that of a rather short stout man in middle age and clad in a loose white robe which looked very much like the Toga pictured before me in my Latin book. I have been in- structed to some degree regarding the rules of etiquette, but there my polite- ness failed me. I sat staring at my visitor with wide open eyes and gap- ing mouth. Cognoscesne me non? asked he. Then he added with all solemnity and importance, Ego sum Cicero. Then in English, You see I always like to do a good turn and just to help you out, and incidentally to polish up on gathering evidence for a new lawsuit against the abode of Catiline, I thought I ' d come around and help you out a little bit on that class prophecy you ' ll have to write. Now just put on your coat and hat, and we shall travel a little into the future for the fun of see- ing what your classmates will be doing some ten years from the present. That is wonderfully kind of you, and I shall be delighted to take ad- vantage of the opportunity, I said, but how about your countryman, Vir- gil? I thought he was chief conductor through the mystic realms. Oh, he usually is, replied Cicero, but just now he has an engagement with Jesse Colin, your class poet, I believe, who, because of his unusual poetic genius aspires to be the great, great, ever-so great grandson of Dante. If I understood correctly what Virgil said just ' before I left him, they were going on an invisible tour through Hades this evening. Almost before I could breathe, by some mysterious process, I found my guide and myself in police court, and the judge of the court — surely I couldn ' t be mistaken — was Arthur Batley, formerly Count in the January 1918 Class. Next case, called the judge, in those well-known commanding tones. I was again to be surprised, for there entered a policewoman, who I was sure could be none other than Katheryn Ashe. She was dragging behind her an unwilling prisoner, Raymond Helm. Your Honor, this prisoner is ac- cused of stealing a lady ' s silk handker- chief while he was escorting her home from a dance, said Officer Katheryn, as she apprached. Oh, come on, I whispered to my guide, I know he is guilty. Let ' s not waste any time on this trial. Immediately after this speech was uttered, our ears were assailed with al- most unbearable screeches and howls. We found ourselves in a record room of the Columbia Graphonola Company, where it sounded as if pandemonium had broken loose. Don ' t worry, said my guide in a soothing voice, and don ' t let the noise bother you. It ' s only produced by Mildred Mason and Dai I Cox in an at- tempt to make ' canned ' music for the Columbia Company. Another rapid transportation took place. We were somewhere in Prance. I saw with amazement Sum- ner Wiltsie and Charles MacGinnis, the faithful Booster editors, compil- ing a history of the great war for de- mocracy in which freedom so wonder- fully triumphed. I glanced through some pages of manuscript, and my heart swelled with pride when I read how Haskle Kersey, a Sammie from our own January ' 18 Class had cut off the Kaiser ' s head. My mind instantly reverted to Jack and the Baked Bean Stalk, and really I could not help wondering if our belligerent classmate had learned to do the great feat by watching and imitating the plans of the hero, Jack. The historians were residing at the home of another Man- ualite, none other than Dorothy Geisen- dorff. She had gone to Europe as a Red Cross nurse to care for the Sam- mies, but became charmed with a dar- ing French officer and at the close of the war had married him. I won- dered how she had ever learned to speak French, but she had learned all right, because her tongue was going just as fast as it ever did when we used to study in the library long ago. Our return to America was made by way of New England. My guide and