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

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16 THE BOOSTER ment in our history the Cox-Rice ma- chine, the revival of the Bell-Parrott regime, organized to assist in the elec- tion. To our joy, Ruth Smock carried off the honors for vice-president and we chose Peggy Kern for secretary. Now, for this class of ours we knew a tall treasurer would never do, so we unanimously selected John Bane Stickle — the Little Fat Rascal— for this office. So far — so good, and now with our officers elected and commit- tees appointed, June T9 is planning to step out as no senior class ever did. Yours with joy, Jimmie. P. S. — Marion Loutt has the Iowa Blues. In the Aud. Dec. 21, 1918. Dear Katie: A perfectly wonderful week! On last Friday the June ' 19 ' s assembled for the nerve racking task of select- ing a class color. With great elo- quence the girls demanded a color of prominence — one that could be seen at a great distance, and that adver- tised the fact that we were seniors. The boys pleaded for cerise, begged for navy blue, demanded apricot — but all in vain. The girls just wouldn ' t yield; so we allowed them to select burnt orange. Of course we know now it is the only color. A battalion flag was presented recently and even the most critical girls declared we made a wonderful showing. I have been advanced to a corporal. Expect to be in charge of a company by com - mencement time. Manual played Co- lumbus today. Defeated them 26-22. Talk about sky-scrapers! Gerehardt on the Columbus team made the Lit- tle Fat Rascal look short. Yours for fun, Jim. P. S. — I forgot. Some noble soul suggested that the Seniors, have a get- together party in the gym. To be sure it was a success! But it does make us a little jealous to see Carty walk away with all the girls, while we ' re wall-flowers. Something I al- most forgot. Another bomb ' s ex- exploded. There are some folks in room 10 who did not believe the Vic- trola Quartette furnished sufficient entertainment for the music-loving world so they organized the Agony Quartette, with special emphasis on the Agony. Sig. Verg Gebaurer is the manager, apparently; Cecil Harmon, the very picture of tragedy, sings bass when he ' s in the notion; J. Clark Hale serves in the capacity of an ornament; and Benny Jordan — formerly Caruso ' s boot-black, is the fourth agonizer. We wish them well -this Rusty Hipge Four as Harrv Herrell puts it. Jim. Degrees Centigrade. Jan. 6, 1919. Dear Katie: New year ' s is over and Us Seniors have made up the entirety of our loss of sleep in the Solid class. Poor Mr. Sanders threatened to rebel. But you should have been at the Canoe Club and heard Carter Samson Bellen- bach firmly resolve never to neglect his lessons for the girls as he has done all this year! Carty is a very talented person as is shown in ' Court- ing in Cloverdale — his latest literary contribution. There ' s a rumor out, down at school, that Malcolm and Rob- ert recently acquired some feminine friendships down at Huntington. Oh, I must tell you about our most recent election. You know a Senior class can ' t go on forever without a yell leader, so we elected one. Our class detective says that Titian blonds have a wonderful ability for leading yells, so the Cox-Rice faction nominated our old friend, Byron Mathews. That ended it. Dude smiled graciously and the meeting ended with 9 for June — and we made ' em big. Nuf said. Sincerely yours, Jim. P. S. — History was made today — Blanche Brattain only blushed once, and Paddy Plaskett knew her Civics. Manual of course, Jan. 29, 1919. Dear Katie: These last two weeks have been a perfect scream. First, on Jan. 10, we enjoyed a little hop given by Us Seniors in honor of the January ' s. Everything turned out grand and glorious. And to think we dignified Seniors played Farmer ' s in the Well! Can you grasp it? We were expecting some noble selections from the Victrola Quartette but Johnny took a sudden spell of bashfulness and couldn ' t be coaxed to sing. Last seen Tubby was in the vicinity of the Continued on page 21)

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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-

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