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

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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-

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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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THE BOOSTER 15 Class Hi story By Pauline Lewis INTRODUCTORY. As censor in the E. M. T. H. S. Cadet office I came across a group of letters entitled Us Seniors which were writ- ten by James Agamemnon Montgom- ery II, to a friend who formerly at- tended this high school. Out of mere curiosity I read them and found they contained in a more or less complete form the history of the June, 1919 Class. It is by special permission from the authorities that I am privil- eged to read you these letters. I might remark out of justice to the writer, that all the foolish, sentimental — and therefore unnecessary — parts of the letters have been omitted. Here at Manual. Sept. 9, 1918. Dear Katie: Seniordom at last! It is evident that June ' 19 will be a class of won- ders, for even on the first day all the fortunates who have at last reached the dazzling heights were here with just oceans of pep and with the sole intention of making this the best year ever. Expect a note when some- thing exciting happens. Yours in high hopes, Jimmie. Herewhereiam. Nov. 5, 1918. Dear Katie: Of course you won ' t ask me why I haven ' t written for you ' re aware of the fact that I ' ve been fashionable like the rest of the Seniors and had the flu. No school for four weeks! As I was going to say, a senior class must have officers — especially one as prominent as June ' 19; so on Novem- ber 5 we organized under the ever- faithful guidance of Miss Knox. Af- ter the formality of reading the con- stitution was over, we looked around our promising organization for a presi- dent. Miss Knox, in a short but stir- ing speech, told us the qualifications of an efficient leader and then — his- tory was made. When some thought- ful person said I nominate Newton Dodge, we chartered an adding ma- chine and proceeded to count the votes. Of course h was elected and everyone was jubilant. You remem- ber Newt — don ' t you, who came here from Quincy high school a year ago? — Newt, the basket ball and track star. He also happens to be a survivor of Manual ' s Co. X— those knitters of long ago. His knitting needles may be seen in the trophy case any day. Our versatile president has but one weak point. To think that he ' d rather spend lunch hour at Shortridge than down here! Perhaps he goes up there for the exercise? Newt is also the proud owner of a Hungarian cheesehound which bears the inelegant name of Bevo. We had our first out-of- town basket-ball game with the Rip- ple, and sent them back with a 40-2 score. Shocking isn ' t it? Peace was declared recently and we had one ' lil celebration. Everything survived but the drum— but that didn ' t matter. Must glance over my dear Latin now, so Yours with happiness, Jim. In the Library. Dec. 5, 1918. Dear Katie: Startling things have happened since my last note! Yes, we had a second vacation of 2 weeks. The sen- iors were heart-broken. It was amus- ing to see how the girls rebelled against the flu masks. Girls are so vain. Nevertheless since we were all knights of the midnight oil we took our books home. Seniors are so studious! Now, Katie, a new or- ganization has sprung into existence down at Manual under the nom-de- plume of the Victrola Quartette. They ' re really a relic of the Metro- politan Opera House, but we don ' t dare tell them. At the first meeting of these promising warblers, Mr. John Rice, famous basketball star was elected president. Joey and Malcolm are his noble assistants, and Mr. John Bane Stickle is Lieut-Janitor. This talented foursome will make its ini- tial bow in Southport Sobs, a light operetta, full of pathos, which is com- posed, staged, managed ' n everything by the well-known Mr. Rice. This gives us something to worry about. No, it was not until December 3 that we proceeded to elect the remainder of our officers. At this critical mo-