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

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THE BOOSTER CLASS HISTORY. for yourselves. Now, see that you keep it! And unusually smart Senior did! There was a complete upheaval in the election for the last term. Here it is: President — Donald Ba ' I. Vice-President— Margaret Pearcy. Secretary — Murrel Bess. Treasurer — Thomas Fritzlen. We gave our thanks and gratitude to the former officers for helping us through the hard part, and hoped that the new officers would do as wall — which, of course, they would. Such things happen even in the best regulated classes. Don Ball swallowed his Adam ' s apple with a hard jerk, and sat down to keep us going. Committees were organized and re-organized. Mr. Barn- hart and Miss Coleman, another weighty addition (not very heavy) to our class, were put in charge of Ivy Day. We chose the wonderful motto sub- mitted by Miss Perkins: To Thine Ownself Be True. THIRD SCENE. Time — Sometime in November. Place— M. T. H. S. U. S. S.: Did you hear about it? Ivy Day has been pastponed from Thursday, November 9 to Tuesday, November 14. It ' s going to be an Ivy Day and Armistice Day program in one, because the June ' 22 Class is having the Bronze Memorial Tablet presented on that day. Well, November 14 — Ivy Day has come and gone. It certa ' nly was good — said to be the best yet. We couldn ' t have done it without the help of Miss Perkins, Mr. Barnhart, Miss Knox, Miss Coleman ard the many others who co-operated with- them. We couldn ' t have our dance then — but, oh boy! Just you wait — a week from this Friday. The Monday after The Week from This Friday. U. S. S.: Say, that was a wonderful party. Of course, most of the credit goes to Don and his clique for the good time we had. And that or- chestra was mesmerizing to say the least! We sincerely hope, deah June Class, that vou thoroughly enjoved yourselves and us! Did YOU? Things are coming in such a rush now! Can ' t you see how desperate my writing is getting? Class Play is under way, and under mystery, too! We heard it was to be a thriller — guaranteed to keep you and your hair on end to the final fade-out, . . DON ' T MISS IT! FOURTH SCENE Time — During the month of December. Place — Same as third scene. U. S. S. (Laughing, like a big mule) : Haw, haw, haw! Did you see that? That class group picture? Never saw anything so funny in all my life; but, I must say (blushing modestly) that I look pretty good. No brag- ging, y ' understand, but — (Sorry that this can ' t be finished, as U. S. S. was drowned in a shower of ripe tomatoes). After a big struggle, Bretzmsn was picked to shoot us. Of course, that only means to take our picture. Tonight, all over the city, 150 Seniors will be offering prayers that their pictures Please don ' t look like themselves. Xmas Vacation at Last! Two morp weeks have flown away! FIFTH SCENE Time — January, 1923. Place — Dear Old Manual. Hon. Editor May Ooghe was elected Class Will Maker. Please, May, bestow me on someone nice! Madame Barbeaud, in plain English, Mar- guerite Wit, was elected Prophet. What does the future hold for me, oh, Peggy? And Anna Fink, who wasn ' t pleased with her mug as shown by Bretzman, was elected Giftorian. We hope she gives us something good. Like, for instance, a soft bed to sleep in after we have sown ours with thorns, etc, etc.

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THE BOOSTER By SARA AXELROD Introduction: In which the usual wrangle between every smart Senior and the 1919 Freshie takes place, but, in which the Freshman politely shows the Senior Who ' s Who. In which three hard and steep years have been over- come; three disappointing years for many 1919 Freshmen who were forced to abandon their climb; but, three glorious years for most of the 1919 Fresh- men who have grown into tall, strong, and handsome unusually smart Seniors, respected and adored. FIRST SCENE Time: February, 1922. Place: Room 30 or Seniordom. Miss Knox: Now. class, I want you to be the best class that ever set its feet in or out of Manual Training High School (Emphatic uh-huh ' s of ap- proval from class.) Mr. Barnhart: Ditto for me. Miss Knox: Now, we ' ll have elections for class .officers. Nominations for president are now in order. Out of the hub-bub and turmoil came our Class President, the Hon, Francis McAree, blushing as red as his sweater was green. President McAree: (Trying his best to make a speech-. Class, I want-ta I wanta thank you you a for a a (Un- usually smart seniors): Uh-huh. You ' re entirely welcome. Keep the change. So — after three or four days, these were the results of the election: President — Francis McAree. Vice-Presidnt — Margaert Pearey. Treasurer — Evangeline Layne. Secretary — Harold Irby. Then began action — U. S. S. chose as their class color, the fashionable green of the spring, and as the flower, the Sunburst Rose. The two-r»iece pin, designed by Alice Hedrick, was decided upon almost unanimously. Oh. didn ' t our hearts rejoice to see Any other Senior turn green with envy at the sight of those pins? A FEW DAYS LATER U. S. S. (Bursting into full bloom, Room 30): Did you hear about it? The Hon. Harold Irby has resigned as Secretary. Pres. McAree: You don ' t say so! Well, we ' ll have to vote for another secretary. So, Christian Iverson was elected to display his secretarial countenance before the class. Three Rahs! Along came Ivy Day of June ' 22 class. Of course, we were inviteed. We said (on the next day): Very good work, June ' 22 Class. Pretty nice dance, too, I ' ll a dmit. Along in June came the June ' s class play, Little Women, and quickly following that came their Class Day. What would it have been without our cheery haw-haws! SECOND SCENE Three long months later. Time— September. 1922. i Place— M. T. H. S. U. S. S.: Gee, but it feels good to be back here again, to see those four walls and a ceiling, to see Mr. Barnhart, Miss Knox, Mr. Clunie, Mr. Weigler, and the office again! (Astounded) What ' s this? Room 48? Seems like I ' m lost! Well, so it ' s Room 48 now, is it? The whole school has changed! Hope I don ' t act like a Freshie! Oh, boy! I ' m so full of pep. ready to do anything! Miss Knox: Class, this is your last term. You made a good reputation

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THE BOOSTER Senior Booster PUBLISHED BY The Seniors of Chas. E. Emmerich Manual Training High School Entered as second-class matter March 30, 1912, at Indianapolis, Indiana, under act of March 3, 1879. 5 Cents a Copy 50 Cents a Semester Vol. 28 January 23 No. 13 Editor-in-Chief May Ooghe Assistant Editor Myrtle Newman News Thelma Cavaness Editorials Wesley Wilson Athletics Claude King Personals Ethel Be rman Jokes Anna 2Ank Art Alice Hedrick Typists: Josephine Dye Ruby Wink- ler, Lillian Spreeker, Ruth Sey- mour, Ruth Lanpher. STAFF Vonda Browne, Margaret White, Julius Kleeman, Gladys Watts, Wil- liam Van Briggle, Dorothy Gerdts, Helen Nackenhorst, Anita Craft, Sara Axelrod, Edythe Moreland, Walter Huff, Lillian Braun, Marguerite Wit. TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE. Loyalty has been the keynote of the world for centuries back and will be for centuries to come. Men by the thousands have suffered treason, the most unpardonable of crimes. Great war-time speakers have talked for hours on loyalty. School boosters have pleaded for loyalty to Manual. Loyalty — the word has been ringing in our ears until we want to know what it means. We know it to be a strong tie of affection which causes friend to die for friend and warrior for country. It seems to mean, I am your friend. I am yours. I will defend you, right or wrong, wise or unwise, winning or losing, until the end of my life. This is the loyalty. It is easy to see what is meant by being loyal to country and school and friend, but To thine own self be true. It is up to you to make the most of your- self. If you allow yourself to grow weak, useless, and worthless to the circle in which you live, you are dis- loyal to yourself. If you overestimate your powers of prowess, you are not SALTY SAYS Didn ' t the Senior Class Play take the tin cooky? All right, now let ' s give a big yell for the graduating Seniors — Raw! Raw! Raw! Beefsteak! honest with yourself. If you have the ability to become a leader, and remain at the foot of the ladder, you are not true to yourself. If you are true to yourself, you can not but be true to all others to whom loyalty is due. Fight your own battles with all the loyalty which you would fight the bat- tles of the nation. Faint not! For to the steadfast soul come wealth and honor and renown. Believing loyalty to be the bulwark of fine character, and knowing that he is most loyal to others who is most loyal to himself, we, the class of January, 1923, have chosen for our motto, To thine own self be true. With the same sincerity with which we chose this slogan we will live by it. THE TURN OF THE ROAD. It is a long road that has no turn- ing. This applies to the educational road as well as the geographical road. Several years ago we turned out of the grade school road into the Manual road. Many of those who turned out with us left us at the cross roads and went to the city WORK. Others were tired and stopped at the roadside to rest and follow later. Others were slow and were unable to reach the turn when we did. Still others were swift and have beaten us to the goal. Now, as we approach the turn of the road, we wonder which way we will turn. Some will stay in the road and go to the ?reat city COLLEGE. Others will turn aside to BUSINESS. Some will go back to WORK. How many will follow in each path we do not know. We only know that where- ever they go they will be a credit to Old Manual. Some have chosen the humbler sphere of life, not because of lesser ability, but because their ambi- tion led them no higher. Circum- stances have for the most part, made us what we are. Each of us must use the talents God gave us, be they great or small. As we come to this parting of the ways, we feel and know the best days of our life have passed away.