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

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IVY POEM A hundred years — It seems but a day — Since calm and stillness o ' er this coun- try lay. Long years ago in the wilderness wide, Here dwelt the native of times gone by. At last a mighty people westward came With inspirations and hopes most high. They caused a city to leap to fame; A marvelous city which grew and grew Steadily, courageously, and peacefully too, A city of honor, of strength, of learn- ing, Virtues which grew as the years went by. Noble inspirations these hearts filled With yearnings high of hopes to give To their children what their own lives missed. Colleges and schools they built most enduring; Among these schools of fame and re- nown, Emmerich Manual sprang into being, Charles Emmerich, the founder, ever loyal and true, Twenty-five years ago, breathed in this school A spirit noble, loving, and so true, That each graduating class an ivy vine leaves To honor the spirit which must ever endure. Then today, as a class, together we come, Our ivy to leave, to be forgotten by none. And as our ivy reaches onward to the height of the tower, May we struggle to climb with it hour by hour. As tomorrow becomes today, and life goes fleeting by, Our ivy vine will guide us and lead us to things most high. Today it brightens and softens the sad- ness of this parting hour, For the ivy embodies our spirit — a spirit which refuses to say adieu. — Margaret Bishop.

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12 THE BOOSTER PHOOLISHNESS Orville Speer is a woman hater, but we notice that he just can ' t refrain from talking to them. George Washington washed this country and Woodrow Wilson dried it. T ' was a summer ' s day in winter, The snow was falling fast — While a barefoot boy with shoes on Stood sitting in the grass. I went to the movies tomorrow, Took a front seat in the back, Fell from the pit to the gallery And broke the front part of my back. Transcribed by E. H. Joke — George Hider. If George Herold would drink a bot- tle of red ink he would make a good thermometer. As an outfielder, Morgan Burke, a good fly-catcher. Miss Helming: Who was Venus? Karl Bruns: Goddess of Love. Miss Helming: NO. James: Well, anyway, Cupid did all the dirty work. We sincerely hope that Edna Gossett and Franklin Thayer will have all their pennies saved up in time for the trip. Wilbur Ditterick: That president held cabinet meetings in the kitchen. Ray Partee: O that was a kitchen cabinet. Miss Brady: For Composition to- morrow I want you to write a friendly letter. Loren Schultz: To what degree of intimacy is this letter supposed to be? Miss Brady: Seniors will be child- ish every now and then. Ted Osborne and Frank Smith re- quest that the last five minutes of the class play be rehearsed numerous times. Margaret Bishop, one day while in a preoccupied mood was asked by a friend, What kind of shoes are you going to have for graduation? White organdy ones, she replied. Elsie Underwood in Literature VIII: Breathes there a man — Whose heart has ne ' er within him turned (?). Mr. Money: Bismarck ' s policy was an extremely bloody one, can any one state it in just two or three words? Marion Ericson: Nuxated Iron. Chemical Action. A chemist dropped a burning match IN2 some TNT. Poor man, there was but one thing left AScRaP of BVD. With the aid of his bald head and heavy beard, Vernon Martin starred as Abe Lincoln in the class play. Raw. Heard during Senior Booster meet- ing. — Al Noll, Have you any athletic pictures for the Booster, Ross? Bob Ross, Yes I have one of Ted Osborne. [Continued from Page 10] Naomi Newby, Mary Rucker, and Louise Schneider. To our surprise, we saw a home for unmarried men across the street, the members of which were Lauren Stokes- berry, Graeme O ' Daniel, Elmer Schakel, and Orville Speer. Our eyes next rested on a lonely looking young damsel walking down the street who proved to be Cathryn Mil- ler. Upon seeing her, Snyder very emotionally exclaimed, My little long lost wife, and flew to her arms. At this point the oracle ceased to move. The seance was over. —Alfred Noll.

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W ' M i TODAY WE LAUNCH, WHERE SHALL WE ANCHOR?