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

Page 5 text:

THE BOOSTER 3 dent was to pay 5 cents per week for twenty weeks. With this money, we will buy Liberty Bonds. This fund is to be called the Senior War Tax. Then glory of all glories — our first party! We are going to give the Jan- uary ' 18 Class a party some time soon. The date has not yet been decided. Yesterday, Miss Knox informed us that anyone who talked in session per- iod after the third bell rang, would be shot at sunrise; if not up, would be shot in bed. This morning, Malcolm Dunn was absent — Do you suppose that Miss Knox carried out her threat? Kind, patient Miss Knox! Well, if she did, I would go to court any day and swear that she didn ' t say it to keep her from getting hung. For goodness sake, write me a letter of consolation. I ' m worried to death. Yours in tears, Ted. November 29, 1917. Dear Jack: Thanks for that consoling letter. But it was useless. Of course, Miss Knox didn ' t do it, I knew she couldn ' t. Lewis Ward reported at our last meeting that Mr. McComb did not ap- prove of having an Annual. Kearsley McComb arose and made a motion that the Annual question be dropped with- out further discussion. (Say, Jack, do you think it is safe to have a princi- pal ' s son in your class? I don ' t. Might let out some deep, dark secrets). Then some poor child ventured to suggest that our color be chosen at once, but he was immediately drowned with Ohs — Ahs — Nos, and such like. Well, we have the design of our pin. It is shield shaped with E. M. T. and June ' 18, on it. It was designed by Harold Stewart. Kearsley McComb has thought of something worth while at last. He discovered our motto: Over the Top. Bill Sommers was elected Yell-leader and Emory Bryan to take his place when he gets hoarse. Yours filled with happiness, Ted. January 20, 1918. Friend Jack: Glad you enjoyed your comfort bag! We sent a similar box of them to France. We hope that they conveyed as much cheer as we put into them during their preparation for travel. Next week ends this term ' s work, so there is being a grand scramble at present to prepare for exams. February 15, 1918. I haven ' t had time to mail this, so here is an addition. Re-election took place today. Our last term officers, having proven themselves so efficient, were elected to serve another term. Yesterday we unfurled our beautiful service flag with its 600 stars. As we get new names, we will add stars. We had an impressive service in connection with the raising. Out-of-doors we sang America and gave the Oath of Alle- giance, after which the students and parents of Manual boys in the service heard a rousing, patriotic speech by Mr. Dick Miller. Today we gave Emory Bryan the work of giving whatever he pleased of school and private property in the name of the class. (Will-maker) Lewis Ward is to be allowed to make matches and hand out occupations and professions just as he sees fit. (Prophet). Class Day is coming! Yours faithfully, Ted. March 16, 1918. Dear Jack: Murmurs of Class Play may be heard now. We are going to give Joan of Arc. At first, no one liked the idea, but when we put childish views away, and looked at the thing from all sides like real human beings, we realized what a fine thing it would be because of the present war situation and the whole make-up of our class. Miss Perkins talked to us at the last meeting, but what she said, I do not find recorded in the secretary ' s book, nor shall I re- cord here what she said, but the stu- dents have it recorded in their brains. Now, proceeds the one blot on our promising young career as a class. It all happened on account of one little girl who wanted her way just once. She pulled for Ophelia Rose for class flower and got it. Miss Knox warned that child,— plead Fleur-de-lis, suggest- ed Fleur-de-lis, offered inducements for Fleur-de-lis, but the child was stubborn. However, you must admit that an Ophelia Rose is really beauti- ful. On the 21 and 22, we are to have Class Play tryouts. Wish you could be here for Ivy Day exercises. We are planning for a great time. As ever, Ted.

Page 4 text:

THE BOOSTER JUNE 1918 HISTORY BY MERLE O. GOSNEY On the evening of June 10, 1930, Marjorie Fisher King, a very dear friend of mine, invited me to her home for dinner. After dinner, we were com- paring some pictures of her brother, Jack Fisher, before and after the war. Seeing that I was interested in the stories connected with the pictures, she took me to the garret and began show- ing me trophies taken from an old, weather-beaten chest. One of the things which interested me most, was an old bunch of letters which were written to Jack by a school friend while he was in the navy. After a lit- tle puzzling over these letters, we dis- covered that they contained a history of the June, 1918 Class of the Charles E. Emmerich Manual Training High School, of which Jack was a member until he joined the navy. By special permission I am allowed to read them to you, as I was sure you would be in terested in them. October 21, 1917. Dear Jack: Yes, I agree with you concerning the contents of your last letter. All you talked was war, war, and more war. My sentiments are just what you ex- pressed. It is a shame, though, that you are not getting to share any of the good times of the class. As I sym- pathize with you on this point, I will be only too glad to take up your sug- gestion as to writing each meeting and telling you the school news to the best of my ability. Well, on the 17th of October we or- ganized, under the everguiding hand of Miss Knox. A committee was appoint- ed to overhaul and oil up the consti- tution of last year and put The Con- stitution of the June, ' 18, Class at the top, thus making it a new constitution. After this we elected officers. Very little raving and the pedestal was knocked off its base only three times. For our guiding star, model example, and ideal school-mate (viz. our Presi- dent), we elected Joseph Sharp. For the dear do-nothing and honor-gainer (viz. our Vice-president), we elected Grace Hackemeyer. You remember Grace of the Quaker-Oats smile and eternal A+ ' s! For general scribbler (viz. our Secretary), we elected John Booth. Now from what you and I know about Johnny, he wasn ' t elected from his ability to spell names, was he? For that terrible tear-maker and source of greatest worry (viz. our Treasurer), we elected George Garrard. After the election, they lined these poor officers up on the stage, and one might then have heard hearty laughter and much applause. Miss Knox heaved one of those famous sighs as if the task had been strenuous or something, when Joe relieved her of the chair. All Joe did was to tell us that he would appoint a pin and color commit- tee and then we adjourned. Such was our first meeting. Will write full par- ticulars of next meeting and more be- sides. As ever, Ted. October 25, 1917. Dear Friend Jack: Thank you! I am glad you did en- joy the news. You know, day before yesterday, I did see some fun, though I am glad it wasn ' t I that got it. No cast of characters need be given. Scene I: In that lovely dark corner at the end of Room 9, you know, there stood a charming little boy and a blushing little girl. Scene II: Miss Foy saunters around the corner suddenly. Now you know Miss Foy says she is not going to get old, and, judging from eyes and things, I ' ll wager those children believe her (Five minutes conver- sation). Scene III: The little girl weeps now — the little boy ' s charming words fade into those of anger as he takes sides with the fair dame against the ogre. She is a sweet little Senior and sings soprano nicely when she is in the humor. He is an underclassman and has quite an ability for fiddling. We had another meeting yesterday afternoon. We are having quite a hub- bub over our class color. Do you sup- pose all classes have the same trouble? First it was between Peacock Blue and Khaki. It seemed that Khaki won, but it was suddenly suggested, made a mo- tion and carried, that the color ques- tion be dropped until the next meet- ing. Lewis Ward suggested entering upon the green carpet to ask Mr. McComb if we might have an Annual; Lewis was made chairman of such a commit- tee. Then we talked Class Gift and decided upon a grand plan. Each stu-

Page 6 text:

THE BOOSTER April 22 ' 1918. Old Faithful: Isn ' t it peculiar that on the day we held our Ivy Day program, specially patriotic and enthusiastic, your men got a submarine? I suppose a descrip- tion of Ivy Day will be interesting to you, as it is no unusual thing to catch a submarine in the ocean. Our banner, designed by Esther Smith, and made by Miss Knox, was the most unusual thing in the way of banners that I have ever seen. On the right hand side is a beautiful em- broidered American Flag; on the left is the service flag made in like manner; holding the crossed staffs of the two is an American Eagle. Under this is the pin design worked in Khaki thread. Above all this, is our m otto worked in Khaki. The celebration was patri- otic throughout. Our poem, by Lenore Spencer, had a thrilling spirit. Your Flag and My Flag was recited. Our songs were to the tunes of Over There and Good-bye My Soldier Boy and America. Wherever there was room for a green plant on the stage, there was an American flag stuck in it. We have about 850 stars in our serv- ice flag now, two of which are gold. One is for Lieutenant John H. Holliday and the other for Corporal LeRoy Cros- by, who died in action in France. You may be sure that we are proud of their memory. Our class (combined with the school), is very much interested in Thrift Stamps and W. S. S., even if we do not do as much as we should. The Seniors are 100 per cent, savers. Of course, you know that I am not brag- ging. I am not even satisfied, I am merely telling you that we are com- ing up, and soon going over the top in all respects of the different campaigns. Hoping that I have given you the impression that our class is truly pa- triotic, As ever, Ted. May 27, 1918. Dear Jack: I never knew so much to happen in so short a time before. The Roines Boys gave us a party on May 1. They should have given prizes for the most artistic laughers. In the auditorium they gave a two scene sketch. Scene I, concerning the girls class books. Scene II, showing us how a Roines meeting progresses. After this we danced in the gym. On the 22nd, 23rd, 24th, we gave the play. Almost everyone thought it was fine. Those who didn ' t, were the ones who didn ' t like to be seen weeping in the show. Nellie Wallace was Joan and Lloyd Young was the father. For the remainder of the cast and assist- ants of play, kindly consult enclosed program. The evening we had lunch- eon at the school, they had the ice- cream cans guarded, so there was no excitement. Saturday, the 24th, was the State Track Meet. If any of your Manual friends over there ask you how it came out, tell them Manual won and I will be personally responsible for any terrible results. More news soon, as Class Day is to be the 31st. Yours most respectfully, Ted. P. S. Ralph Werner and Lewis Ward left school this week. Only to work, though. June 4, 1918. Dear Jack: On Memorial Day, we had a new sort of celebration. The Senior classes of the three high schools were invited to enjoy the exercises at Butler Col- lege. They were very impressive. After the exercises, we were invited to hold our Class Picnic on the Cam- pus. It was lots of fun. We ate, played three deep, like so many child- ren, practiced for Class Day, and tried to break Frank Garten ' s record. Re- sults were disastrous to at least one member of the crowd, though she did manage to survive. Bob Gladys fussed only three times. Friday was the farewell affair. Class Day was celebrated in that grand for- mal way that makes everyone feel like saying they will never go to such an affair again. It is really such fun to have just one day in which to act foolish and care-free and not have to take any consequences. Each of the three rooms (9, 10 and 11) gave stunts. None of them was just what you would call solemn. Later we had the usual dance in the gym. Just one more mile-stone. Say, Jack, what think you of the combination of graduation, getting married, and leav- ing town all in one night. Well, it is going to happen. I don ' t dare to men- tion any names, because I promised to keep it a secret. But she is very dark complexioned and since the class play (Continued on page 11.)