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

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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.