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

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THE BOOSTER 11 During my layover in XeA Orleans I decided to visit a restaurant. Upon entering I was surprised to see that the cashier was Mrs. Helen Matthews Scott. Her husband. Karl Scott, was owner of the hash house. I ordered bean soup, crushed potatoes, lizzards ' hearts, frogs on toast, and grape fruit. Every- thing was excellent but the grape fruit. I started talking to Karl and found out the occupation of Mr. Robert Ritter. He was first vice-president of the Organ Grinders ' Union Xo. 999 of Beech Grove, and Gerald Reese was occupying the position of monkey for the organ. It was needless to say that he filled the posi- tion well. He also told me that Isadore Cohen was in jail, having stolen a kiss from Mrs. Ralph Brooks, formerly Miss Marie Abbit. Albert Fishman was a crabbed old bachelor, havins: had his spirit broken long ago by Artie Collings. Artie Collings was making life miserable for some man whom she had married be- cause of his money. Harry Johnson was the floor walker in a beauty parlor on Indiana avenue. His assistants include Barbara Hensley. Alberta Imel, Louise Zimmerman, with Roy Pedigo as boss. Clinton Whitney and his wife, formerly Mildred Allen, were operating a cocoa parlor in Bevo. Xear Beer, Indiana. ' Walton, Walton, get up! Your breakfast is cold and you ' ll be late for school. Yes ' ni, I meekly murmured as I woke up out of a very unusual dream. suggested, might have been chosen had not Miss Knox come to the rescue with Be American. For some time several of the people had been acting very strangely, espe- cially Helen Brandenburger and Louise Zimmerman. They were usually seen in a deep study— laboriously scribbling on a piece of paper — while all the rest wondered. Then one day came the an- swer. Helen rushed out of her state- room grandly waving her scrap of paper. At the same time came a bunch of others, all eager to show what they had done. Helen reached the deck first, however, where all the other Seniors were gathered, and proudly exhibited a pin design. The others followed breathlessly, but every one was crowding around Helen, and they were so taken up with her design that it was immediately accepted. They next examined Louise Zimmerman ' s design, and although it was against the custom they chose her design for an arm band. Then suddenly out of a clear sky the guard who had so nobly stood on duty before the ship ' s safe, announced that he must give up his position. He was undecided as to whether he wanted to go on or wait for the next ship. The class looked about wildly for another guard who would be so faithful. Then some one espied Clin- ton Glascock, who was patiently scrub- bing the deck. He was surely steady enough to be guard, and he at least would not grumble at the change, so Continued from page 3 Clinton was promoted with high hon- ors. Finally the most looked-forward-to thing for most Seniors came. Miss Perkins announced the names of the class plays; then, after about two weeks ' of hard practice, the plays were given. The Will, the first play, was a tragical sort of thing with a villain, a beautiful lady, a stolen will and everything. ' Op o ' Me Thumb, the sec- ond, pictured a typical laundry with shirts, collars, socks and, of course, a man. Best of all. The Christmas Chime, a comedy with a grand finale — and then some innocent person asks why Helen Brandenburger is so anx- ious to give the play again! Every one had been so busy and contented that all were surprised when it was announced that there were only two more weeks of sea life for most seniors. The ship had been drawing nearer and nearer the port of Gradua- tion. Somehow every one had a good feeling for the old ship, and all hated to leave it. However, without a word, all packed up and got ready to step ashore. Frances Childers stepped out ' Thursdav nisht. We wonder where. Mary Xer.l is now a Sunday school teacher. Her pet pupil is William Gaddis.

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THE BOOSTER 13 Masoma Club The Masoma Club, the first honor- ary society in Manual, was organized in 1903 by Mrs. Rehm for the purpose of promoting the welfare of the school by helping to make the girls in the school happier girls, better students and more valuable members of the stu- dent body. The officers for the last semester were Esther Adams, Presi- dent; Susie Harmon, Vice-Presi- dent, and Pauline Ingalls, Secretary- Treasurer. The lines of work this se- mester have been promoting the inter- est of the freshmen by encouraging them in their school activities and their social activities by giving a se- ries of parties. Each hour in the day there are two assistants in the library and two messengers for the office. Our cashiers and many of the employes in the lunch room are Masoma girls. The girls not only have their work but they also have many delightful parties. Roines Club The Roines Club, organized in 1914, is a prominent factor in the life of Manual Training High School. The club is composed of senior boys who have made an average of B or better during their junior year, and who have no office record. Meetings are held semi-monthly at the homes of the members of the club. Miss Knox is the sponsor. The purpose of the club is to pro- mote all school activities, with em- phasis on athletics. At the present time the club is promoting a fund for a tablet to be used in the new addi- tion to our building as a memorial to Manual ' s soldiers in the world war. If any school activity needs backing in anv way the Roines Club is always on the job. Continued from page 5 a team. The sick list called several of our best men to its side for several weeks ' vacation. This greatly crip- pled the quintet. The dark days, we hope, and have every reason to be- lieve, are past, for only the other day old Dame Fortune signed a contract, in which she promised to allow us to win the remainder of the games, in- cluding the sectional. Manual Days. Slowly the doors of Manual Are swinging open wide, And soon we must pass through them To the big wide world outside. Fond fortune beckons to us And whispers tales of fame, But we pause upon the threshhold To look back once again. We see ourselves as Freshmen With the usual pile of books; Little anxious faces With green and verdant looks. Hunting the elevator, And climbing the tower stairs, Or looking for a classroom We couldn ' t find any wheres. Yes, we were once sma ll Freshies And burned the midnight oil, Cared not for girls and parties But filled our days with toil. And then, when we were Sophomores, We lost our love for books, And tried to be like Juniors And cared more for our looks. The girls abandoned pigtails, The boys put on long pants, Our joy was teasing Freshies, And learning how to dance. But when we were made Juniors, We lost our giddy ways And settled down to study And use the golden days. We ' d forgotten the joy of the Sopho- more For passing the Freshie stage, And knew not the pride of the Senior; We were at the sensible age. But the year of the Junior was short, And when Seniors we became, The world took on new colors And nothing remained the same. We held our heads up higher And swaggered down the hall, Smiled wisely down on the Freshie; We hardly saw him at all. In our Senior year things happened And cases came thick and fast. We ' re afraid our little historian Has lost her heart at last. (Continued on Page 16)