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

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14 THE BOOSTER (Elasa flrnpljFrg (Continued from page 13) some young floor walker, who was jour worthy class president. Horace smiled at me — one of the reasons why girls leave home. He pointed out Benjamin Barker and Jack Miller; they were busily slinging sodas. Perched upon the stools, I saw Norma Long and Dorothy Morgan, giggling and powdering their noses as of old. I was anxious to get to the showl before evening prices went into effect so I hurried on. Cora Baldauf was selling tickets ' and she assured me that Dorothy Lane was more of a vamp than any- thing else. Merl Helcher and Joe Jefferson were ushers but they were so absorbed in a game of Put and Take that I stumbled into a seat by myself. The picture had not started yet — only a few advertisements. One was Lola Lyzott — Have you a little fairy in your home? Another one was advertising yeast — Eat yeast and be tall — Letters of approval, by Leota Haynes, Geneva Reeves, Nell Essex and Sarah Duben. The man next to me sighed. I guessed he didn ' t have any little fairy in his home. I looked at him; it was Hobart Burgan, but he was so thin I hardly knew him. I asked him if he had been ill and he said, No, only sis has been cooking my meals lately. Before the picture was over, Hobart left, mumbling something about eating a square meal before he went home for supper. The picture was good and I heard that more than one girl was carrying Lew ' s picture next to her heart. The comedy was good, too. George Painter was the funny guy and the bathing beauties were Margaret La Forge, Catherine Sweeney, Viola Swiggert and Dorothy Sandefur. For some reason or other, the picture news showed the girls in the water once. The Pathe Weekly showed Grace Holskamper (the Nazimova of 1932) leaving for Europe; and a committee of woman suffragettes, composed of Gertrude Dickson, Eula Din- iger, Elizabeth Rath and May Aired, attending a conference In Wahing- ton. That just reminds me, I read in the paper where May Shields and Eulalah Dain were running in the Senatorial race from Indiana. The article stated that they were well fitted for the position. It even went so far as to assert that these women were equal to their worthy opponents, Donald Mitchell and Arthur Campbell. In the most exciting 1 part of the play, where they have a big rain storm in the desert, a familiar voice bellowed, out, Ice cold bananas, peanuts, onions. At last, I thought, Harley Aekens has found his calling. He was looking very happy and as I passed out, I had a chance to talk to him. He told me he had married Josie Whitehorn and that they were buying a home on the installment plan. In fact, they had already received and paid for the front porch. As I passed a drug store, I saw a crowd around the window, I looked, too, and saw Gladys S hort demonstrating how to get a skin you love to touch. Speaking of com- plexions, made me think of Paul Holman and Paul McNamara — my but they had pretty cheeks! I saw my car coming so I hurried on. The conductor was Francis Gaylord and he certainly looked handsome in his uniform. I sat down beside Mildred Hagerty, who proceeded to talk my right arm off. She told me Edna Voils had a dress making establishment and that Mildred Shadley and Clenna Kennedy paraded around the shop, showing the latest styles from Paris. When the dresses were too short for Mildred or Clenna, Madame Voils employed Gladys Lay to exhibit them. I glanced up at the placards which adorned the rim of the car and saw one reading, Buy one of our glass eyes and see the best in life, on sale by Alonzo Schricte and Lowden Mowry Glass Eye Co. At the next corner Mildred got off the car and I was free to watch the passing sights. I saw Harold Harmeson shovelling coal down a cellar chute and from the appear- ance of the side walk, he evidently had lost his keen basket ball eye, but that was the last I saw — the car jumped the track and as they carried me to the ambulance, I recognized, among the wide eyed, open mouthed spectators, Lawrence Rudbeck, Maurice Pleak, Donald Mitchell, Arthur Campbell, William Ehlers, and Everett Stossmeister, from whose uniforms I judged they were street cleaners. The next thing I knew I was being, thrust into an ambulance and the gentle face of Katherine Burgan was bending over

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THE EOOSTER 13 PROrHECY OFJUNE ' 22 CLASS Well, at last I got Muncie. They were just announcing the program — he said the first number would be a song by the Arsenic Octette — why, I could hear Wilford Hartman ' s sweet voice just as plain as I could on Ivy day. I don ' t know how the boys drifted way down to Muncie but I always knew that they ' d do something big and fine. Their song was almost over — I do believe Paul Stiner was responsible for that shriek. The man said that the famous Shakespearian actor, Fletcher Watts, would honor us with a few lines from Hamlet, in which he has played all over the world. The program closed with a piano solo by Elmer Wheeler. Elmer has become so famous that a new kind of ash can has been named The Elmer Wheeler Ash Con- tainer. Oh — yes, the man wished to announce that Eddie ' Orme, inter- national heavyweight champion, had a few rounds with the former champion Jack Dempsey. The proceeds of this little exhibition were donated to Mary Dolk, a friend of Eddie ' s, who lost her voice while singing in her last movie. The man announced that Lew Reichel was playing in a new version of the Sheik — Lew took the role of the desert lover while Dorothy Lane was the fair English girl. Well — now that was a pretty good program. I got lots of pleasure out of my little radio. I went to see that play and I ' d like to have seen Eddie wallop Jack Dempsey, but I guess that ' s a little too rough for an old lady. Then Emerson Thompson drove by in his jitney and I rode up town with him. Emerson told me that among his daily passengers were David Klapper who is now market-master. Cyrill Quinn who paints peanuts on Huder ' s window; William Bettge, who drills the old soldiers of this city, and Clements Reinert who holds Jack Tilson ' s old place at the Colonial. Emerson told me his old friend Joe Burris was trying to support Elizabeth Williams by writing poems. He said the support was weak at times. As we rode on we passed a huge sign board. We recognized Frank ' Churchman as the man slapping the signs on. Emerson coaxed his Jew Packard to stop and we watched Frank dab on the next sign. It was an advertisement of Campbell ' s Tomato Soup and the sturdy little Campbell kid was none other than Carl Cecil. Frank told us that at last Eva Temple had accepted him. He said Elizabeth had married Ed Hall and that they were neighbors. Frank said Elizabeth still had bobbed hair a nd that Eva was going to bob hers as soon as she was old enough. I was anxious to see the Sheik so we drove on. We passed Opal Brown, Edna Genimer and Hazel Bainaka arguing with a street pedler over a head of cabbage. I suppose it keeps Edna busy cooking for Fred Myers. Emerson is a pretty good driver but we almost hit when Everino Caroselli whizzed by in his banana cart. Emerson complained to the traffic cop who happened to be Bill Mitchell. Bill said he used to be at Washington and Illinois streets but his feet had hindered traffic so that he had been changed to Virginia Ave. and Alabama, fwhere he had more room. Bill told us that he had just sent Harold Huff and Jeanette Neiburger up to headquarters because they were practicing a new ) dance step in the middle of the street and blocking traffic. He said he hated to do it but a man ' s duty comes first. I got out at the next corner, not, however, without paying my fare. Emerson said business was business so I gave him the old nickel. As I passed the 10 cent store, I noticed that the windows were plastered up with Ruth Henderson ' s latest song hit. I went in to buy a copy and found Dorothea Herman playing the piano at the music counter. Marie Rank and Bonnie Breedlove were draped behind the candy counter making eyes at the hand- ( Continued on next page)

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THE BOOSTER 15 (UlasB Prnpljnrij me. (I learned later that Katherine felt so sorry for herself, when she died in the class play that she decided ,to be a nurse and make it easier for people to die.) Katherine tapped the driver, Carl Bradley, on the back and told him to try and miss a few of the bumps on, the way to the hospital. As my eyes closed in unconsciousness, I saw Frank Teague and Lee Shane loosely hanging on the step of the ambulance. Their wonderful physiques, obtained from track and basket ball came in handy as they carried the customers into the hospital. Hours later when I awoke, Clara Wulzen, in nurses uniform, was replacing the bandages on my arm. I saw Cecil Breed- love and Mabel Maschmeyer file past me. Cecil had a huge bottle of brown stuff and Mabel had a clothes-line. I suppose they were going to give some- one a dose of medicine. Clara told me that in several days I would be well enough to leave and in the meantime she would give me a paper to read. Clara also whispered that Clarance Lucas was one of the doctors and that the nurses liked him so well they elected him May King. When the evening paper was sent to me I fell N on it with anxious eyes. On the front page was a picture of the wreck I had been in but it was so gruesome I passed on. There was a full page advertisement by the Abe Needleman and William Soloman Tailoring Firm — reading We have made a big cut in all men ' s overcoats. Next I turned to the personals and noticed one, I, Bertha Smith, will be in no way, responsible for any debts or damages incurred by my brother, Raymond Smith. I also read in the paper where Lester Budd, with his circus was expected in town next week. The daring bareback, rider Ferndale Weis; Otto Depperman and Elmer Emigholz, the two cutest little clowns in circusdom; and Edward Arens, as the strong man were some of the main attractions. There was nothing else of interest to me except that Joseph Abbot, the famous violinist was to give a concert at Loews State soon. Clara came in and took the paper away from me so I went to sleep. The doctor said that tomorrow I could go home. Just as, I was leaving the hospital, I bumped into Harry Ray who was but a mere shadow of his former self. He summed up his decline in three words, Too many dates. It felt so good to be out in the open air again that I hurried off. I met Laura Carr and stopped to talk awhile. She said she was almost stone deaf and had been ever since the class play. I presume the applause was tremendous. I tried to get some information about any old class mates, but when I mentioned Bernie Zier she said, ( He did burn his ear? Well, that ' s too bad, so I gave up. I saw Gustave NeiS ' pushing a Dainty wagon and William Litchtsinn, Fred Schuller and Herman Stahl were crying for their daily dainty. I heard Gustave say, All right, children, I ' ll wait on you in a minute. I was very hungry so I stopped in a little restaurant; Loye Burnette and Bertha Hazelwood were flipping pancakes in the window. They sure were handy with the flipper, too. Loye told me that Mattie Smith and Pansy Borders were married. After eating about two dozen pancakes, I went on my way. Just then Margerite Jones and Beulah Lewis turned the corner. They were on their way to work at the canning factory. Marguerite told me that Ruby 1 Pavy, the star of our class play, was teaching expression to a class of mutes. The girls left me at the ncxi- rorner and again I was alone. I passed a man distributing bills and I read this on one of them, A lecture by Harold Christie who has the most developed brain ever found in a human. I didn ' t doubt this at all because I remember Harold always made A ' s at Manual. I saw some flying figures coming toward me so I stopped. The figures proved to be Lora McGee, Louise Beerman and Viola Winterhoff. When they got their breath. I heard in a chorus, We ' re gonna get our hair bobbed — our mothers said we could. I thought to myself it was rather old fashioned to have bobbed hair, but I didn ' t say so. A dirty-faced boy went past shrieking, Extra, Extra! I bought a paper and found myself gazing at Fred Wennings ' picture. It seems that Fred has become famous as a baseball player. The paper said that even Babe Ruth paid homage to the new home run king. I looked through the rest of the paper and was attracted by a column called, Tell your love troubles