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

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22 THE BOOSTER JANUARY SCENE. In the corridor on the first floor. Enter from left — Nina Sanders, Louise Schneider, Louis Roy and others. Enter from right — headed for Room 29 — Baron Henry. Nina (stopping Baron) — Are you go- ing up to session? Baron — Yeh! Nina — Well, listen, honey Girls— Ha, Ha, Ha! Baron—? ? ? Ha, Ha! Nina — Exit through auditorium door. CURTAIN. And Baron still wonders what she was going to say. Say Didja Ever Notice. How satisfied Helm is when Cora is in the immediate background? How Tony keeps smiling at that girl with a red sweater in his History VI Class? How Colin wakes up when someone says, Poet Laureate? How Baron Henry chuckles when he gets a dollar? How Bill Clifford blushes when any one mentions gym? Ask him what Miss Phelps thinks about trapeze per- formance. What a dandy deacon we had in the play? How still Mary Woehner is about prophecies? (We have a dire fore- boding that there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth). That lovely tie Paul Newman got for Christmas? How Freshmen hang around 28 when K. Deputy is within? The brains in 28? The writer is from there. That Frank Clark wears a khaki shirt? Getting in practice, no doubt. The way B. Clifford foxtrots? That the January Class has the pret- tiest girls and the homeliest boys of any class yet? That Ray Bruner has a great brain for history, but a mind too much like a card catalogue? He knows the num- ber and shelf of every book in the Public Library. That the Senior year is the shortest one of all, and that we ' re actually sorry to leave Manual after all? COLD STUFF It was suggested that the Roines pic- nic be held at Crown Hill in, order that Sumner Wiltsie might pick a few flowers. Summer Wiltsie to Katherine Ger- lach — I have a proposition. Katherine — Take it to a Geometry teacher. Only the cast of the January Class play had the privilege of seeing Mil- dred Mason walk the floor with Count Batley. They called it dancing, but, of course, we have a right to our opin- ion. — Louise Schneider. Louise Roy and Louise Schneider re- quest that they be called, not Louise, but Louisa. If Ray Helm should give a dance, this would be the program. 1. Fox Trot (Strutters ' Ball). 2. Fox Trot (Strutters ' Ball). 3. Fox Trot (Strutters ' Ball). 4. Fox Trot (Strutters ' Ball). (and so on.) If Manual caught on fire, would Ruth Rush? What They Are Noted For. Cora Frederick: Ain ' t it so! Beany Bochstaler: He ' s a million. Dutch Henry: Pshaw, mow. Myron Schultz: Nine for Morri- son! Sumner Wiltsie: Get me, kid? Louise Schneider: ' n everything. Celia Neustadt: Don ' t you know. — Nina Sanders. Notice: The motto of the January Class will be changed to I did but do my duty. On the evening of the dress rehear- sal, Ray Helm ripped a seam some- where. They were unseamly, most un- seamly. The Sumtuary law saith that a girl may wear out the clothes she already hath, but the sewing department saith that Ray Helm cannot. The boys of Manual, who attended the track meet at Lafayette, wish to thank the fraternities of that city for the friendly and hospitable treatment.

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THE BOOSTER I stopped at a small New Hampshire village where I found our former vice- president, Cora Frederick, surrounded by peace, solitude, happy memories, and fifteen cats. These seemed to me to indicate happy spinsterhood, and my suspicions were confirmed, for as Cora peacefully knitted in the grow- ing twilight, I heard her softly sing to the assembled cats: Backward turn backward, O time, in thy flight, Make me a Manualite just for to- night. Bring back the track meets and Man- ual ' s huge score, Let Ray call me ' Cooney ' as in days of yore. After leaving ' Cora in such apparent happiness, a number of scenes in which my classmates were portrayed flashed before me. I saw Arthur Boul- den unaffected by the heavy hand of time standing on the steps of the mon- ument placidly washing the face of Miss Indiana. I saw Mary and Esther Whitney sit- ting on the steps of Columbia Univer- sity sobbing loudly over an open letter. I supposed, of course, that it was a let- ter telling of the necessary departure of a lover, or the death of the family cat, but my companian and guide said, No. You see, he explained, they have just received their degrees from Co- lumbia, after obtaining degrees from four other universities. That is no cause for grief, I said. Yes, replied Cicero, but when Mary got her Master of Arts degree, it was only A. M. and not A.+M. Don ' t you remember they always made A+ ' s before? ■ Next we saw Golda Ray who had taken the place of our well-known friend, Golduh Stubbins of the Bean family. Golduh I had married Clarunz, but Golda II was efficiently performing her duties in just as awkward a man- ner as Golduh I had ever done them. At that time Golda and Roger were having a sad dispute over breakfast. It seemed that Roger ' s eggs were not soft boiled as he liked them, but we heard Golda fling back as a triumphant reply: Mr. Bean, I can ' t help it ' cause them aigs ain ' t soft. I borled the last t T vo hours, and they ain ' t soft yet and I ain ' t gonna fool with ' em no longer. After that the office of the Robinson Hen Tooth File Company came before our delighted eyes. There we beheld the company with Earle Robinson as president and Louise Schneider and Minnie Bezner as confidential secre- taries, supplying the world market with an unusually fine quality of steel files for sharpening hen teeth. And by the way, they employed Raymond Bruner and Burnet Willis, both dashing travel- ing salesmen, to teach the hens how to file their teeth. They didn ' t seem to have much trouble so long as they had intelligent hens. I turned towards my companion and yawned wearily. Are you tired? he inquired. Yes, I answered. Even this un- usual pleasure tires me because it means so much traveling. Well, suppose we stop it then, said he. There are only a few more, so I won ' t mind telling you their future careers, that is, if they wouldn ' t mind having them told. They can all be re- peated while we are on the street car going home. Herschell Deming is now traveling with the Polkola Vaudeville Company as rapid adder and star mathematician in general. He is at present attempting to prove by trigonometry that one right angle plus one straight angle minus an angle of ninety degrees equals one-half of a three hundred sixty degree angle. Es- ther Lavanchy, informally known as Billy, is a famous movie star having taken the place of our old friend Billie Burke. Doris became tired of the commonplace name Jones; so, ' in the little white church ' round the cor- ner, ' it was changed to the romantic one of Mrs. Percivale MacSnipwoggler. Without doubt, he must have been a foreigner. You, yourself, said my Latin guide finally, will be — Tremont street, called the car con- ductor, and in some unceremonious way I left the car without my even- ing ' s companion and without learning my own fate. So ends the story of my acquisition of the prophecy, dear classmates. I doubt not that some of you will be disinclined to believe it, nevertheless, it is true. I assure you it is no dream, for I lacked the courage which I must have had to eat the mince pie and pick- les necessary to produce so gigantic a dream. However, if that state in which you were found does not suit you, with- out doubt you may change it by a lit- tle more difficult labor. In fact, I (Continued on page 24.)

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THE BOOSTER 23 AND HOT JUNE Heinie Steeg discovered that the Stubbins Ammunition factory is located in Lebanon. Maybe it is only a brick factory. G-r-r — R — R-r. Miss Maxwell — I ' ll never come back to this town as long as I live! Miss Brady — Too full for words! Miss Burnside — It ' s a dirty shame! Miss Foy — Well, I ' ll declare! Finley Wright— —? ! ! ?— From the way the state track meet came out one might think that May 25 was Rochester ' s Ivey Day. When the war is over, the war chest will be used to display Frank Garten ' s medals. Don ' t forget that Manual ' s great de- bating club is called the Fo-ren-sic and not the Foreign-sick. Mr. Rabbinowitz has asked to have his name changed as he was called Rabbi No Wits the other day. We wonder if Carl Carpenter ex- pects to peddle ice on that motorcycle this summer. Fat Stafford certainly took the part of the crowd well. Ten dollars reward will be given for the capture of the person who dropped the tin cup while the third act was going on in the class play. We wonder if the water in White river ever gets sore from being pad- dled so much. Every one thought that Nellie Wal- lace was burned at the stake, but she was only sun-burned. Little Eva was a big thing in the class play. Katherine Foster, as the canoe hit a wave — Wasn ' t that swell? Girls: Dance with Joe Sharp and grow thin. Senior Masterpieces. One Ton in Thirds — By Harold Stewart, Lewis Ward and Gayle Polls- ter. Squirrels at Large — by Paul New- man. Dance and Grow Hungry — By Thelma Dold. Broke By Tuesday — By Bill Som- mers. Flunk and The World Flunks With You, Pass and You Pass Alone — An- nonymous. All is Lost But Bob — By Gladys Stevens. Gladys — Emory, dip that pen in ink and hand it to me. Emory — Do you think I ' m the Little Dipper? After being burned three times, the stake in the class play was unfit to eat. If a bomb was dropped on Fountain Square, we wonder where Johnny Rice and Tom Quill would hang out. A wig has nothing on Herb Asberg- er ' s hair cut. Lewis Ward — Please excuse my feet. Gayle — That ' s all we could do with them. Mr. Neff— Well, Elliott, what are the properties of zinc? Ed — I don ' t know. Mr. Neff— Not guilty? Herb Asberger, at the Roines meet- ing — How many active members have we? Emory Bryan — You don ' t think we have any rheumatics in it, do you? Has any one seen Carl Otto Von Hinderburg, Neiman? Bill Grindle to Frosty Hughes — Frosty, you ' re a hot kid with a cold name. Frank, What the fool, dubs? Johnny Booth says that he will give a subscription dance if he can have his name on all of the programs.