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

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THE BOOSTER 9 Ivy Poem From out the shadows of the earth ' s dark gloom, Shall rise, anon, to greet the morning sun, This Ivy vine, and bursting into bloom Rise upward e ' er its fight with life begun. Its battle is to scale the schoolhouse wall, And in its efforts it will never stop, Until, when it receives the final call, It clings, serene, victorious atop. How like to this symbolic plant are we Who leave behind, eftsoon, our school, to view A greater world, upon whose form I see A prophecy of trials and triumphs new. Up from the evening of youthful past, We view the sunrise of life ' s greater morn; And in its aural light there is fore- cast A noble hope, of ceaseless effort born. As, on the threshold of a larger day, We seek but opportunity to test The lessons we have learned, and swift essay To scale endeavor ' s bold and rugged crest. And rising ever upward, we full fast Shall seize our fair ideals, one by one, And pledging them to life ' s best use, at last Stand conquering on the heights, at- tainment won. Mr. Sanders to Marion Loutt who had been called into the office: What are you, a senior? Marion: No, I am a Presbyterian. Mr. Sanders: Do you know any- thing about this affair? Marion: Nope. Mr. Sanders: Well then why are you standing up here before me? Marion: Because I have no chair to sit down on. Among famous athletes we must not forget Hans Von Geiger, Esq. A. B. C.O.D., F.O.B. and D.D. (Contiaued from page 4) vast ethereal you will live with them to the very bottom of the unfathom- able oceans, bringing up from thence liquid treasures of earth and air. You will then course with them on the imaginable wing of fancy through the boundless regions of unimaginable imaginable space, until, swelling into impalpable immensity, you will be for- ever lost in the infinite radication of your own overwhelming geniuses. Au Revoir. Finis. Benny Jordan. Have you noticed the sign on the elevation, Twelve Foot Clearance Only? This was ordered by the city council for the benefit of John Bane Stickle. Mr. and Mrs. Carter take great pleasure in announcing the engage- ment of their daughter, Helen Sisser- ino to Dr. Carter Samson Bellenbach, M.D., D.D. Seven Wonders of the June Class. (Note: Monkey is a synonym for wonders) Tommy Gallagher. J. Clark Hale. Benny Jordan. Cecil Harman. Crawford Barker. Vergil Gebauer. Harold Blank. Mary Nees has been stepping out with the boys since she became ac- quainted with Hazel Alexander. ' Tis rumored that Lylah Wiseman and Tubby O ' Connor are going to open a dancing academy after their graduation. Morris Safrin will enter the Barber College in a few weeks. (His life ambition). Barnum and Bailey have offered Clark Hale a position as a clown in their circus. Newton Dodge is also negotiating with the circus people for a position in the sawdust arena. Mr. Winslow: We should all try to get music into our systems early. Tom Gallagher: How — by eating pi?no-player rolls every morning for breakfast?

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8 THE BOOSTER [Continued from page 51 if he retains this, he will be a man all Manual will be proud of. Orville Spear is a scrappy little dash man and hurdler. He works very hard and should cut quite a fig- ure in Athletics. Hans Geiger has kept right on Tub- by ' s heels in the shot-put. He will be lost through graduation. Harmeson looks like another Gar- ten in the pole vault; he tries hard, and usually gets there. Next year he will help form the back-bone of Track and Basketball. Clint Whitney is a very speedy dash man and broad jumper. He will be a big help to the track team next year. Bill Stewart is a fighting distance man, and has the grit to hold on and never quit. Jimmie Sommers leaped into the limelight this year. He can always be depended upon to place in the broad-jump. Hough ' s size is quite a bit of a handicap to him, but he makes up for this in determination. He ' ll stay quite a while in the pole vault. Sparks, the man with the lusty lungs, makes good use of them in the quarter-mile. Wurster is a newcomer in track this year. He runs a very good quar- ter mile. He will develop into a first class track man if he stays with it. Manual ' s track season came to a creditable close at Richmond Satur- day, May 24, when our boys placed third in the State Track Meet. Craw- fordsville won with 16 points. Nobles- ville nosed out Manual for secondary honors, 9 1-3 to 9. Manual without a doubt could have defeated any other high school in the state, but was with- out enough stars to win the state meet. Messing took first in the low hurdles in great style. Harmison placed sec- ond in the pole vault, and O ' Conner third in the shot-put. Speer was nosed out of a place in the 220 by a very slight margin and all members of the team showed up well. Cox. (Continued from page 7) performance under way was due to the fact that Hensley and the rest of the scenery shovers didn ' t get their make-up on in time. Ivy Day Poem In a great nation, the great U. S. A. There is a great school, yes, great every way; Here Mr. Charles Emmerich first to to rule, And Emmerich Manual ' s the name of the school. Miss Beatrice Foy in nineteen and nine, Started the planting of the small ivy vine So that each class, might do its full share To make the school ' s walls, more green, and fair. To those two friends, who were ever so true: Our cherished Ivy Day, then, is due. Miss Foy, who lived her life for such as we, Charles Emmerich, who gave to us ungrudgingly, Today we have planted our ivy vine, O belov ' d school, may thou and thine Grow like this vine — and work to- gether, And bear all the storms of wind and weather. When these two friends have in si- lence long slept, And the beautiful ivy has upward crept, Thy walls will be wrapt in the ivy green, And their names and works will like- wise be seen. Dear Emmerich Manual for you we hold A love so strong ' twill never grow old. In our lives all these years you have had such a place That the future can never your mem ' ry efface. Anna Gowen. John Stickle, Myron Buker and Frank Cox have incorporated the Woodruff Place Grand Opera Com- pany. As their headliner they will run the famous Agony Four. Signor Birgelleoo Debareroo, Monsieur Ben- nico Jordanisky, Prof. Clarkskey Haleovitch, and Prof. Cecilo Harmono- vitz. They will also run Tubberino O ' Connor and his banjo-mandolin as a side attraction.

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10 THE BOOSTER Class Prophecy By Crawford Barker After having written 3,964 8 15 books which were returned from the 1-unk and Rotten Publishing Company marked, worse than our name, I feel that I was at last well fitted to write the prophecy of the June, ' 19, class. As this job was wished on me, in a like manner I wish it back to the wishers who first did the wishing. Before I let you in on your future, I warn you to keep your seats and hold all cabbage for the finish as I have five patrols, twenty-four policemen, thirteen detectives, and six janitors under the leadership of Mr. Money to keep order. Outside, I have twenty-three ambulances, nine nurses, eight hearses and four stretcher-bearers to take care of the maimed and dead who attempt to overthrow Mr. Money ' s army and get revenge for my pre- dictions. I dedicate this to Mr. Sullivan, our noted and wayward janitor who has not been himself since the State went dry. If everybody will close his eyes I will do a little Thurston stunt and carry you forward with me twenty years. Illinois and Washington street, transfer to Kokomo, Tipton, Brazil, Fal- mouth, Terre Haute and Five Points. I looked around to see who was making all the racket, and there was John Stickle, more lanky, and thinner than he wa 3 when he graduated from Manual . After a little conversation I learned he had had hard luck, for his wife had died and left fourteen children on his hands. He had worked hard for the past five years for the street car company and by close economy and fair dealings with the company (he gave them at least % the daily receipts) he had saved $50,000 and was promised 3%c more on the month, which was to begin one year from the following Xmas. As I got off the front of the car there was handsome Louis Hensley in a stunning motor- man ' s outfit. I was talking to him when his wife, formerly Irene Kurman, stepped up on the cow-catcher, kissed him goodbye, and handed him his lunch. Louis turned seven different colors, and with a clanging of the bell he put his car into high for his return trip to Crown Hill, nearly running down Harry Bal- dauf, who was carrying a billboard, advertising Oyster Frank. I picked Harry up and buckled his sign-board back into place while he told me that Harold Naegle, Robert Marsnall, and Donald Birge were in the same business with him. I started to catacorner across the street, but was hailed by Burk Robison who was turning go and stop signs for a living. When he saw who I was he wanted to call the wagon, so I hopped on the running board of a passing taxi. I looked to see who was driving, and there sat Wilson Churchman. He told me he was driving for the Harry Harrel Taxi Company. Thanking him for sav- ing me, I jumped off in front of the Park Theatre. There I bought a 34c seat (30c war tax, 4c for the seat) and walked in. Bertram Kurman was taking tickets and Art Patterson, Lowell Sparks and Harry Stillman were ushering. After moving fifteen times, the ushers finally got me in the right seat. While waiting for the orchestra to come out, I noticed a popcorn and pea- nut vender, who was selling Geiger ' s Cream Vanilla Bars. I looked closer and saw it was Clair Ingalls, who was trying to pass a lunch check on a blind man. My attention was drawn to the entrance of the orchestra who made a quick rush for their seats and tuned up on Turkey in the Straw. After they had groaned this out the director bowed to the audience; he was Myron Buker. He got excited and gave the signal for the raising of the curtain too soon. With my quick eye I saw three stage hands — William Bush, Russell Shew and Paul Kervan — sneak out through the wings, after knocking down half of the scenery. Well, the show finally started. It was named 10 Nights in a Bevo Palace, given by the Red Engle Stock Company. I saw no more, for I was aroused by a harmonious discord on Old Black Joe, as Margaret Lostutter stepped out upon the stage disguised as Little Eva, an orphan girl. William Engle, the manager, played the heavy, as Foxy Grandpa. He played his part well, consid- ering that his whiskers fell off four times and his wig wouldn ' t stay straight. After a little nonsense the chorus, composed of Harriet Nichols, Edna Plaskett, Yette Rothbard, Celia Hirshovitz, Francs McAlpin, Pearl Goldman and Caro-