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

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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.

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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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24 THE BOOSTER They Just Would Say It. Miss Perkins — Everybody ready for the first scene? Mr. Winslow (singing) — Let us drink and drink and drink. Emory — Carl, be sure and let us fight long enough tonight. Paul Newman — Howdy there, howdy! Lewis Ward — Where did you get the funnny hat? Melvin Kettlehut — Gladys, come and pin me up. Carl Carpenter — ' Melvin, where is that hat? Bryan — Fat, do you think that for you to get painted up will make you good looking? Miss Phelps— Everybody off the gym floor. That curtain closing on the first tableau Friday night reminded those on the stage of the approach of Santa Clause ' s reindeers. Crawford Baker says that at one time the Egyptians buried food with their mummies. Later they just paint- ed pictures of food and put them in the tombs. Talk about Hooverizing! Girls of Our Class. There must be almost a hundred, at least they make enough disturbance to be that many, and there are suffi- cient, really pretty girls, among them for that. I could never name them all, but there are Mary, Mildred, Louise, Nina, Leta, Nellie, Cora, Celia, and— and a few dozen others of the sister- hood. They seemed mild enough when we allowed them to choose the class color, gift, pin, president, secretary, and other incidentals, but when we ventured to like one flower, and they selected another, then manly spirit revolted and we threw off the protect- ing arm of suffragetism and demanded our rights. And, alas, even then some base crawling creatures were lured over to the tyrants, and we lost. Fare- — ell liberty, happiness, straw hats, and baseball. An apple man first fell prey to the insidious lure, and now he smks to yield to a smile or a frown. Tear down the proud boast, Land of the free. Man is but a slave and serf, and is eternally doomed to be led by the fair, but unmerciful race of feminine beings. The Cinder Path to M . (With apologies to William Herschell) War is found everywhere! Today I walked a smoky, dusty way Where rushing work holds boisterous sway And quiet hides. The Cinder Path to M invades A sooty land of trucks and trades, Where beauty in the dust degrades And noise abides. M ' s black path rambles on between High standing things that seem to lean Far down to smash the Freshies green And make them thin. Here youth comes dodging every day, Midst shouts of heads up, whoa, or hey There life seems all one out the way And all is din. Vags lounging by some nearby train Hear not the talk of high disdain As cinders fall like sheets of rain But touch inot them. Though teachers scold and parents, too, Of time they waste when trains go through, Don ' t mind Youth! They just pity you Your path to M . — C. P. MacG. (Continued from page 21.) have so much faith in my classmates ' ability as to believe that most of this prophecy will never come true. (Continued from page 15.) times strong beautiful friendships de- velop between the younger and older girls. Beside this the girls help in the of- fice and act as messengers whenever they are needed. Whenever there is anything to be done, the Masoma Club will do it to the best of its ability. — Nellie Thomas. Can anyone imagine a higher degree of camouflage than Gayle Pollster go- ing towards his German class with a smile? When Garten runs the low hurdles he wonders what good it does to put them sticks in his road.