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

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THE BOOSTER .ft » 4S ■ B, Bgj. S ' • W , 1 1 4$ - : 1 i ™ 1 ■ w if; - ;;1 ' : ;i ; .. 1 1920 ROINES CLUB There is a club at school in which every underclassman looks forward to joining. He first knows it at the Fresh- man track meet, and later he finds the club ' s members doing everything that benefits the school. He knows the club as the supporter of sports, as a friend to discourage athletes, and as the live wire of the school. Can you blame him for planning to join this club — the Roines Club? The officers of this year ' s club are Roy Geider, president; Robert Knip- tash, vice-president; Raymond Mit- chell, secretary; Harry Johnson, treas- urer. To be eligible a senior boy must have an average of at least a B during his Junior year, and not have an office record. THE FADING SKY. The sky was all a luminous grey, Save where beyond the fringe of trees Black pencilled on the smoke, There sank the sun, A disk of ancient colored ivory — Warm tinted, yet pale As any Chinese moon, Before whose dying face, The swelling buds were tossed By winds in frantic parting. NIGHT ' S JEWELS. The silver chalice of. the rising moon Is scattering from its downturned rim The jeweled stars of early night To sparkle on the darkening velvet.

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THE BOOSTER 1920 MASOMA CLUB I remember the first day I entered Manual as a Freshman I was first the usual frightened Freshman girl, and you may know what a relief it was to me when a Masoma girl volunteered to explain things. Along with other timid Freshettes I was piloted through the buildings and introduced to my new school home. The Masona girl explained to us the ideals, the inter- ests and the activities of the school, encouraging our wavering spirits with the information that an older sister would be assigned to aid us in every activity of our school life. Now, I, too, want to be a Masoma and help promote the welfare of Man- ual, by helping make the girls in the school happier girls, better students and more valuable members of the student body, I thought to myself. The Masoma Club was organized February, 1913, by Mrs. Rehm. At first there were three sponsers, Miss Don- nan, Miss Emery, and Mrs. Rehm, but now, only Mrs. Rehm pilots the Ma- soma ship. Any girl in English V is eligible if she has no office record, averages B in scholarship and is willing to carry on the standards of Manual by encour- aging efficiency, modesty, truthfulness, honor and service. YE BOOSTER STAFF

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10 THE BOOSTER THE CLASS PROPHECY I had retired on royalties from my latest patent, the submarine balloon, and was hiking about the country for diversion, when I saw a circus. Not having enough money for the big show I went to a side-show, where I met many of my old friends and classmates. There was George Herold, the fattest man in captivity. Next was Pauline Wood, the living skeleton. Who should my eyes next rest upon but Minnie Zitz Lesman, the bearded lady. The next attraction was Jim Sommers, the strong man, lifting heavyweights made of cardboard. Looking farther I saw Abby Walters trying to tame a lion which proved to be Glen Kingham. Leaving the tent I walked about the ground and gave a blind man a penny with a hole in it. The blind man looked at the penny through his smoky glasses and said, Hello, Al. I then recognized Ervin Snyder who told me he would show me where I could find more of my friends. We went to a nearby hash house for dinner, and were waited upon by Lorin Schulz, the head waiter. Over in a corner of the room was Tony Mazza, vainly trying to get on the outside of a couple of quarts of spaghetti. After we had eaten our fill, we walked out in the back yard, and whom should we see but Elizabeth Alexander chopping wood without an axe. As we wan- dered down the street, we passed the Salvation Army in whose midst was Melvin Miller ragging the chop sticks on his drum. Also, there was Susie Harmon, who had changed her name to Susie Harmison, singing to her heart ' s content. Passing on we were not in the least surprised to see Bill Gaddis come out of a window at a very great rate of speed, followed by pans and dishes hurled with splendid accuracy by Marion Ericksen who had promised Bill she would obey. We then went to a theater where we saw a play not unlike our class play. The hero was Frank Smith, and the heroine was Ted Osborne. After the show was over, we went for a walk. It was not long before my eyes rested upon a sign which read, Professor George J. Hider, dancing lessons, the orid- gonator of the ' Hider Hop ' and the ' Kalamazoo Bounce. ' Farther down the street we came to a free air station and were greeted by Will Depperman, the proprietor. While we were engaged in conversation, a Ford limou- sine drove up for air, and who should step out but Mr. and Mrs. Barker, who were none other than our old friends, Crawford Barker and Vera Maple. Passing on, we stopped in a confectionery shop. Whom should we see now but Juanita Kersey, smiling amid the wares of the shop. Looking about the room we saw George Zink, more handsome than ever, wiping the tables of the ice cream parlor. Walking out of the store, we literally collided with somebody ' s family washing, under which we found Olive Willwerth. Our attention was next directed to a pedes- trian push ' ng a banana cart, who proved to be Leo Kiley. After sampling his wares, our attention was drawn to a pile of bundles, walking next to which was Margaret Patterson carrying a big market basket. To satisfy our curiosity, we investigated the bundles, only to find Bob Uhl serving as a dray. Looking up in the air we saw Charles Millholland, who had made a study of high art and was practicing his vo- cation on the top of a ten-story building, adjoining which was an Old Maid ' s Home. Looking on the porch, we were not surprised to see some of our old friends, Jessie Rybolt, Jessie Byers, Cozy Ward, Blanche Rodenbeck, (Continued on Page 12)