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

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THE BOOSTER beneath the coats of paint which covered their faces. They explained that they were working for Kurt Asperger and Kenneth O ' Daniel, who had run Ringling Brothers out of business, with such an assortment cf wild animals as was never brought before from the jungles of Montana. We talked a while and Maurice told us that Frederick Poehler and Regina Parham had found a double partnership, and now owned the largest bakery in the city. Charles Johnson was employed here as chief pretzel bender and varnisher, while Howard Murphy, Orville Quinnette and Harrison Graver were assistants. Presently we moved on down the street, and turning a corner came sud- denly upon a group of people listening to some workers from the Salvation Army. You can imagine our surprise when we beheld Donald Hoover, in the garb of a captain, and standing with him were Maurice Healey, Helen Beck, Ben Cohen and Evelyon Athon, while Edwin Smith was playing a solo on his saxaphone. After enjoying their commendable efforts awhile we went on and finally reached the hotel of Goldman and Weis. We arrived just in time for luncheon, and en sitting down were presented with the vegetable program for the hour, by Harold Brandt, in the attire of a waiter. Taking to Harold a few minutes, I found out that Lawrence Behrent and Claude Pitsenburger were slinging hash in the kitchen. Then Saul suggested that we use the tickets for the circus which Maurice and Theodore had given us. That suited me, so we started out for the circus grounds. We climbed on an elevated car and arrived there. We visited all of the wild animals, including the monkeys, and I was very much surprised to see Theodore Brennan in the cage with them, and was on the point of asking if he really belonged there when the attendant informed me that he was only feeding them. We went into the big tent and sat on the hard side of some boards for about two hours. When we came out Saul hurried away, saying that he had an engagement, but would see me at dinner. I wandered slowly downtown, and, as I walked, I suddenly perceived an odor that smelled like burning rubber. On looking to find where this ethereal odor came from, I saw a sign reading Poehler Baking Co. I said to myself, Maybe this will be a chance to get something for nothing. So I walked into the office. I talked to Frederick awhile, and then went ? way without the doughnuts which I expected. As I walked on I saw some one moving, at the rate of an express train, toward me. There seemed to be something familiar about the figure, so I simply stuck out my foot and the fellow obligingly stopped — on his nose. When the dust cleared away I saw Elbert Gardner getting up. He told me that the government had hired him to take messages and mail from Chicago to Pittsburg during the aerial mail service strike, and finding out that he made better time than the aeroplanes, they had decided to keep him, in place of having more aeroplanes. He also informed me that he was providing bread and butter for Geneva Howard. While we were talking some one came up and tapped me on the shoulder, and I looked around into the face of Everett Dammeyer. I sure was glad to see him; as we hadn ' t met since we graduated from Barber College. Then he introduced me to his wife, Opal Sorguis, whom I had not recognized before. Everett told me that he was managing one of the largest opera houses in Chicago. I asked him if he ever saw any of our old friends of the June ' 21 class. Oh, yes, he said. Rose Muench, Mary Morton, Mary Kelly, Watson Littlejohn and Mary Koch are some of the best chorus girls in the city, while Helen Zimmerman and Roy Hines have been taking the leading parts of the plays. Everett explained that they were rehearsing a song which had made a great hit in New York. The song, entitled No Matter How Hungry a Horse Is He Can Not Eat a Bit, which was written by Michael Jefferson, who was fast coming to fame as a writer of classical music. After a few

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THE BOOSTER ■771TOP Something prompted me to go to Chicago, 111., where I felt I should find the future of the June ' 21 Class of M. T. H. S. As I walked through the corridor of the Union Station, whom did I see but Harold Ruschaupt, holding up the honored and highly esteemed position of train caller. After conversing with him a few minutes and telling him where I was headed for, he suddenly remembered that the train I wanted was to leave in three minutes. So I rushed over to the ticket window, where I caught a passing glimpse of Lois Unversaw selling the pasteboards. Stopping only to inquire as to her health, I galloped out to swing on the last coach of the train, just as the conductor, whom I discovered later to be George Glossbrenner, gave the signal to move. I dropped into an empty seat, breathless from my haste. In about five minutes George came in and sat down beside me. He told me he was married to Alice Somerville and had to work hard to support her. When I asked him about Chavous Gardner he told me that Chavous had married Gert- rude Lawrence, and was now holding down the position of chef on the train, while Gertrude was employed as a waitress. We talked on about the small things in lif e, such as Shulamith Rabb Gertrude Hoffman, Gladys Wheeler and Elizabeth Tucker, etc., until finally we reached Chicago. I had no more than left the train when I bumped into some tall person. On looking up into the towering heights I discovered the face of Millard Mogg. Inquiring why he was there, I found out that he and Archie Freidman had incorporated to take the place of Mutt and Jeff, who had died not long since. Millard said he thought thi:t he and Archie were more of a success than Mutt and Jeff themselves. Not wishing to hurt his feelings, I agreed with him. I left him, and went on through the station and out into he street. There I met Marion Krick, who told me that he and Minnie Sachs had been joined in Holy Matrimony, and that he was printing calling cards for a living. I congratulated him and passed on down the street. After walking about a square I came suddenly face to face with my old friend Saul Goldman. Saul proceeded to tell me how he and Jacob Weis had become rich. It seems they invented some sort of a banana with a skidless peeling. Saul told me how they had built a hotel and had got married. This surprised me, as I thought both men were confirmed women haters. Nevertheless I found the victims to be Rebecca Freidman and Anna Pollak. Saul invited me to stop at his hotel during my stay in Chicago, promising not to charge me more than twice the usual amount, since I was a good friend. As we proceeded along the streets, we beheld a funny looking parade headed our way. We noticed that there were only three in the parade, and that it moved along very near the curb. Watch- ing it closely we were greatly surprised to see Alfred Eggert pushing a long-handled shovel, and following him, Emil Inman with a brush. Bringing up the rear was Clarence McClain, pushing a little red wagon, bearing the in- i scription Troy Ajax. We exchanged a few words with them and went on. As we proceeded down the street we were suddenly startled by a shout, which sounded as if some lunatic had got loose. Turning around, all the while our knees shaking together so hard I bet they could hear them in Frisco, we beheld Salvator Miceli tumbling a banana cart. Will miracles never cease? I asked Saul as we started again for the hotel. Evidently they did not intend to cease. As we neared the next corner we saw two of the funniest looking specimens of humanity to be seen. Getting nearer I saw that they were clowns, advertising a circus. You can imagine my surprise when I recognized Theodore Draper and Maurice Miller

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THE BOOSTER minutes I left Everett and started for the hotel. Proceeding about a half block I came face to face with Maurice Bowers. Oh, yes, I am doing well, said Maurice in answer to my question. I have a restaurant fashioned after the one that used to be across from Manual, where I visited so much. You remember Dorotha Criss, don ' t you? Well, she and Lucy Court and Ethel Hill are working for me in the kitchen. And Herbert Wessel and Charles Porter are filling the places of waiters. When I finally got away from Maurice I again set out for the hotel and reached it without further adventure. I went to a clerk and asked to be shown to my room. The clerk touched a bell, and immediately a bell-hop answered the summons. You can imagine my surprise when I saw that Will Cuppy was inside the blue suit with red stripes on it. Knowing how well Will liked to talk, I asked him how he liked his job, and he said that it sure would be a tiresome job if it were not for Maxwell Shirley, Theodore Probst, Herman Otto and Don Ellis, who were on the shift with him. I agreed with Will that that bunch ought to make life interesting for him. The next morning when I came down I spied Saul talking with Ralph Broeking (to whom Marian Basey was so devoted in the class play), so I hurried over to join in the conversation; and learned that Ralph had married Marion, and was running a hardware store about two blocks from the hotel. Ralph told me also that Marion Marshall was property manager of the Stuart- Walker Company, with Helene Dunham, Virginia Rose, and Ruth Thatcher helping her. I guess all of them got their experience from our class play. About nine o ' clock I strolled out on the streets and started again thru town. I heard a paper boy yelling, Extra! 2,000 dead in Graveyard, and bought a paper; and before I realized I had been duped the boy was gone. I thought I might as well read it since I had it. On the third page was an article about the return from Europe of Prof. Deupree, the noted scientist, and his wife, Rosa Kaufman. This sounded interesting; so I proceeded to look over the rest of the article. 1 observed that David Lehner, Walter Hurst, and Wilbur Green, the noted chemists, were to accompany him on a tour of the United States, while their wives, Marjorie Nardloh, Frieda Rahe, and Mary Regula were to stay in Chicago with Rosa and knit socks for the soldiers in case there should be another war. I was so interested in the paper that I did not notice where I was going and as a result T bumped into someone. In looking up to apologize, I found myself tipping my hat to Helen Ledig. I stood to chat with her a few min- utes, and she told me that she and Lucille Clark were specializing in Toe- dancing in a roof garden in Charleston. Then I asked her if she knew any news of any of the other members of our class. I found out that Votaw Hancock, Victor Helm and Wilmetta Mitchell had formed a minstrel show for the benefit of the foreign children and that it was a great success. Helen told me also th?t Louise Essex and Marion Bell were on a great concert tour. Her traveling companions were, Ruth Fehr, who had been quite accom- plished on the Victrola; Ralph Hopping, who was astonishing ' the world with his sleight-of-hand performances; Mary Sweeney and Emir a Brinkman who sang a very pretty little duet entitled, You Can ' t Drive a Nail With a Wet Sponge, and Wilma Brinkley, who recited the little poem, The Little Bird Sat on the Roof of the Cowshed and Scratched It ' s Neck. Helen also told me that Herman Otto had been fortunate enough to get the position of tutor to the Prince of Wales. I ' ll bet we ca i guess where he got his experience. In asking about Joe Prout and William Wertz I found thet Joe had written a book entitled The Secret of Running Low Hurdles. William, it seems, had started a very large gymnasium in France in which he was teach- ing the young Frenchmen how to put the shot 52 ft. 3 in. -H. RENNARD.