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

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THE BOOSTER ObtMt Manual Loses Although Manual was defeated at the Y. last Saturday, it was only after a game scrap, in which Jefferson was taxed to the utmost. Manual played a wonderful game, and it was only the amazing accuracy and lucky shooting of our opponents that won the game for them in the last few minutes of play. In the first half the score see-sawed back and fort h, one moment favoring us and the next our worthy quintet from Lafayette. The half ended with Manual four points in the lead, due to a successful bombardment of the bas- ket by Harmeson and Buschell. The second half was a repetition of the first, ending with Jefferson, the runner-up in last year ' s state meet, on the long end of a 31-21 score. In a curtain-raiser Manual Seconds defeated Shortridge Seconds by a score of 11 to 10 count. Summary and Score. Jefferson — 31 Manual — 21 Nuff ner Forward Strain C. Crowe Forward. . . Harmeson Smith Center Buschell E. Crowe Guard Wertz Neuman Guard Geisler Field goals: Jefferson, C. Crowe, 8; Smith, 5. Manual, Strain, Harmeson, 6; Buschell, 2. Foul goals: C. Crowe, 5; Wertz, 3. Substitutions: Manual, Whitney for Strain, Summers for Geis- ler. Jefferson, Daykenzen for Huffner, Nestrik for Smith. Found in a Geometry. If there should be another flood, For refuge hither fly; ' Tho all the world be submerged, He took her to a theatre, ' Tis said, a picture show; Most all the seats in the center were filled, So they sat in the very back row; The pictures were very interesting, Of fighting in the Argonne, He took hold of her little hand, And — then the lights came on! Athletic Review Athletics have undoubtedly been bet- ter supported this year than in any previous one. In golf and tennis there were about forty entries, while in bas- ketball at least a hundred enthusiasts answered the call. Lowell Sparks not only won the championship at Manual but also turned in the lowest score in the city high school meet. Emmonds Turner gave Sparks a run for his title, coming in a close second. Julius Kleeman, playing a steady game of tennis, was able to defeat Emil Harmeson in the finals, and thereby added his name to the list of tennis champs. Harmeson forced Julius to play three sets, the result of which were 6 — 3, 2 — 6, 6 — 3, to cop honors. Next in chronological order, came basketball, the sport in which Manual excels. The day of the first call saw Manual ' s gym filled with would-be players, eager to show their worth. The more deserving of these men were selected and assigned to either the Ma- jor, Minor, Midget or Freshman teams of their respective floors. House I seamed to have the edge on the other floors, as it stood first at the close of the series. The city league teams, namely, the Monograms, Duplicates, Triangles, and, last and least, the Quads, were next selected. These teams were to represent Manual in battling similar teams from Tech and Shortridge for the city champion- ship. Sad, but true, the invincible Monogram team, with a 1000 per cent record, is the only team that has up- held our record satisfactorily. Let us now turn to Manual ' s state team, who, in spite of many hardships, are developing into a team which will be a real contender in the sectional meet next March. In the first place Coach Morrison was left with only one state team man around which to form (Continued on Page 13)

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THE BOOSTER CLASS PROPHECY By Walton Cask Before taking the class twenty-five years into the future, I would like to say a word by way of introduction. In the first place, I make no claim what- soever to the possession of supernatural powers. I will not guarantee that the following prophecy comes true and would like to say that I have received no bribes whatever. I can, however, vouch that in some mysterious way it was given to me to see the following events as in real life. With this brief preface, I dedicate this prophecy to Mr. Money, my only relative in the school. Now for the prophecy: One score and five years ago there graduated from E. M. T. H. S. the greatest class in the history of the school. This class was known as the Jan- uary ' 20 class. It was my privilege to be a member of said class, and for twenty-five years I kept in my mind the motto, Be American, and tried to live up to its standard and ideals. For twenty-five years I had been in Alaska superintending shipments of cocoanuts to the United States. After having spent that length of time away from home, I decided to go back. Arriving at San Francisco I decided before leaving for the East to take in the Movie Studios of southern California. Upon my arrival at Los Angeles, I immediately went to the Mack Sennett Studios. They were rehearsing a comedy and who do you think was in it? Our old friend Past Participle Harry S. Tobin. He was being chased by a dog and was supposed to climb a tele- phone pole to escape being bitten but could find no pole. Finally the manager, who turned out to be Dan Macnamara, yelled to the dog, Roy Geider in dis- guise, to quit monkeying and to act like a dog. This moment the Mack Sennett bathing girls appeared on the scene and I was greatly surprised to find among them some of my old classmates, Elizabeth Morlan, Frances Childers, Gladys Morrison, Isabella Weiss, Inez Gregg, Lydia Barker, Bessie Robbins, Emma Leerkamp and Edith Almeroth. About this time the Past Participle recognized me and came over to where I was. We talked about good old Manual days, and numerous other things. Just then Roy, who had taken off his dog outfit, joined us, as did the bathing girls. We all decided right then and there to have a reunion that evening. After all were ready to go, we jumped into the San Francisco Airline Lim- ited. Soon the conductor came to relieve us of our fares. Imagine my surprise when I recognized my old friend and enemy, Owen Dupree. He was so tickled that he forgot to take our fares. He said that this airline business was the fastest work he could find, and that it paid him the best. He received fifty dol- lars on hour, working one hour a week. After our party, which now included Speedy, we bid each other goodbye, and I left for Indianapolis, arriving at 9 a. m. next morning. Take you to any hotel in Indianapolis for a nickel, were the first words I heard when I alighted from the train. Well, well, if it isn ' t William Gane, I exclaimed as I saw that worthy and recognized his voice. He took me to the Metropolitan Hotel, a ninety-nine story building with a fine landing on top where I decided to stay during my visit to my home town. As I went up to register some one called me by name, and who should I see but Ralph Bockstahler in the queerest looking uniform I had ever seen. He invited me to his room and told me a strange story. After graduating from college, he, J. Edgar Driftmeyer, the Count, and George Cleaver built an airplane capable of traveling a hundred thousand miles an hour. With this machine they went to the moon, arriving in slightly over two hours. The Count, upon finding that poisonous gases were prevalent upon the moon invented a chemi- cal substance which drove them away. Then he founded a kingdom and called it Caroline. He was made Count of the new kingdom and Bockstahler became Vis-Count. George Cleaver was given the honored position of Court Clown. Ralph invited me to go with him, but I declined, saying that if I ever committed suicide I should prefer another method. I promised him, however, that I would