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

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1G SENIOR BOOSTER sSs ii i5 Class Prophecy By Mary Hill In the year 1939 unbelievable miracles happened. The most astounding of these was that I obtained a position as a society reporter for a promising news- paper called the Indianapolis Booster. When I reported to the editor ' s office I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was no other than my old classmate, Claude King. For old time ' s sake he gave me the job of writing a most interest- ing account of a wedding for the society page. The wedding was to take place that morning, so I hurried off to the church. I left the editor ' s office and entered the elevator, and as I was whizzed down to the main floor I glanced at the elevator man. I recognized John Moore, but I did not speak to him. As I left the elevator I recalled that John had always had high ideals. I stepped into a waiting taxicab, and as I did so I saw that the driver was Alec Williams. Away we whizzed toward the church. At Illinois and Wash- ington streets we were held up by the traffic. I gave the traffic cop an impatient glance; then I looked at him again. I recognized that he was none other than my old classmate Orrel Hoyt. Then my attention was alsoi attracted to a group of people on the corner. People were gaping at two men, who (I could see by their demonstrations) were selling a patent hair tonic. These crafty men were none other than Harry Rabb and Edward Reifeis. My attention was suddenly drawn to a terrible commotion on Washington street. When I asked my driver what had happened, he said that Oscar Herbst, a motorman, had been watching two nice looking women and had almost wrecked the street car. When Alec pointed them out I recognized Isabelle Robinson and Emily Svendson. The traffic signal changed, and I started on my way again. I noticed nothing of interest except a large white mule sign which said that Charles Gorman and Joseph Mitchell were proprietors. I knew that they had many patrons. At last I arrived at the church. I saw a man and woman en tering the church. It was Verne Baldauf and his wife, the former Grace Grimm. They were so absorbed in their conversation that they did not notice me, so I hurried past them into the church. I took my seat in the reporter ' s pew. I had a good view of the whole church. Several other reporters sat near me. One I recognized as Herbert Stewart, the society editor for the Times. His wife (I knew her as Roberta Lamb) was with him. As we were representing rival papers, I turned my back and did not speak to him. I remembered that I had been requested to make a note of all important per- sonages present, so immediately I wrote down that the state ' s governor was present with his wife. Our president of 1924, John Wit; the wife, Margaret Strieblen. Across the aisle from me sat a gray-haired man whom I recognized as Law- rence Ritter. I remembered that Lawrence had always had news about my friends, so I went over to talk with him. He said that he and Walter Dolk had gone into partnership and bought the Flexible Toothpick Factory. He said that several of our famous class members were employed there. Richard Smith was sales manager— he could sell anything. Lawrence ' s private secretary was Elsie Stoiber. Leona McWhirter and Ida Davis were bookeepers ; Milton David- son, Vernon Cristee, and Frederick Oliver had charge of the advertising, while Lester Noerr was head janitor with Russell Johnston, James Burgan, Edwin Harold, Paul Case, and Thomas Neale under him. Lawrence then suddenly remembered to tell me that he was happily married to my friend, Erna Hartman. He continued with his news. He had heard that

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SENIOR BOOSTER 15 Senior Officers and Senior Booster Staff In the front row of the photograph, on the left side, John Wit, the president of the June 1924 class, may be seen. John was chosen president with a large majority and has shown his class that he can act with precision as a president. Helen Harmeson, vice-president of the June class, stands second in the front row. Helen faithfully carried out her duties as vice-president while the presi- dent was working on the State Discussion Contest. Ruth Emigholz, secretary of the class, is third from the left in the first row. Ruth has worked diligently as secretary, and the records of the class have been kept in fine shape. Thomas Neale, treasurer, is fourth in the row. Tom has worked hard keeping the financial standing of the class up to its par. The treasurer ' s work is no snap and Thomas Neale knows it by this time. Claude King, editor, is last in the front row. Quite a tremendous task was accomplished by the editor of the Senior Booster. Each year the graduating class of the school wants to put out an annual, but this seems to be undesirable, so the editor of the paper decided that it would be a good idea to put out a large Booster. He leaves it to your decision as to the quality and quantity. The last three rows are the members of the Senior Booster staff. These •stu- dents have worked faithfully for weeks to make this the largest and best Senior Booster ever published at Manual. They humbly submit their work to you, and sincerely hope it will meet with your approval. And — in conclusion — they wish to add that they have enjoyed every bit of work on this publication and only wish that the job might have been done better. The second row, from left to right, is as follows : Mildred Bostic, Gladys Steinmetz, Blanche Blakley, Margaret Mertz, and Myrtle Frye. Third row : Irene Bowers, Grace Grimm, Helen Adolay, Ruth Sexson, Jessie Taylor, and Dorothy Feldman. Top row : Vernon Cristee, Lynn Dismore, Clara Mahr, Edgar Roehm, and Paul Duddy. Victor Saunders was unable to be in the photograph.

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SENIOR BOOSTER 17 Gordon Leonard had killed Lynn Dismore in a duel over Clara Mahr, and while he was serving his term at Sing Sing, Carl Howard had beaten Gordon ' s time. Lawrence said that Lillie Hunt and Lucille Clay had made a million with a cabaret which specialized in ice water, and they had passed on their source of wealth to Mabel Chavis and Gertrude Burwell. The last bit of information that I received from Lawrence was most pleasant. Frederick Fish had made a small fortune from an invention of a most efficient hairpin sterilizer. I searched the congregation for familiar faces. I saw my two friends, Eugenia Nichols and Charles Parker, engrossed in conversation. Alas ! Cupid had struck home again. In another pew I saw Irene Bowers talking, as usual, to Edith Bullard. They were both renowned Latin teachers, and Edith had lately written a successful book entitled Why I Am So Brilliant. Then I saw a pitiable sight. It was my former friend, Lillian Jenkins. She was dressed in black in memory of her late husband, Harold Wallman. I longed to say a few consoling words to her, but was relieved to see that Louella Bailey and her husband, Frederick Eckstein, were doing this. The organist, who was none other than Sylvia Graham, struck a mighty chord. Silence followed and all eyes watched the pulpit. From a small vestibule at the side which led onto the pulpit came the great minister, Reverend Charles Courim. I had heard that this wedding, which had been unavoidably delayed for years, was going to be a most unusual affair, so I was not in the least surprised when I saw, following the minister, Afred Ellis and William Mussmann. dressed in short filmy gowns with dainty white wings attached. They were representing dear little cupids, and they made a big impression on the audience. The doors in the back of the church opened, an d bride and groom entered. They were Hildegarde Kluger and Lawrence Schmitt ; both were looking su- premely happy. The flower girls, whom I recognized as Esther Burge, Bessie Rundberg, Kathleen Cassidy, Dorothy Feldman, June Harman, and Mary Molloy, tripped along before the couple scattering rose petals. The best man was Boyd Courim. He was a football coach at the college where Lawrence Schmitt taught and they had become bosom friends. Boyd ' s wife, who was the former Bessie Meng, was, of course, matron of honor. Behind them all walked eight solemn looking women dressed in black. They were Mary Murphy, Helene Otte, Eva Hochman, Anna Ott, Kathryn Canisius, Artie Lethco, Mary Louise Aichele, and Helen Barry. Evidently they were chief mourners. Paul Duddy was the reliable ring-bearer. When the procession reached the pulpit everyone sat down — even the bride and groom. Custom had changed with time, and it was now the custom to have a short musical program before the marriage, with a recitation after. Some people entered from the small vestibule and seated themselves in the choir. The minister announced that the Strutter ' s Syncopated Orchestra, which was of great renown, would play the introductory number. The orchestra was composed of Valeria Edwards, Jennie Douglas, Charles Davis, Richard Lindsey, Floyd Starks, Carl Wallace, William Smith, Geneva Morrow, and Charleszine Wood. Next the great S. O. S. Radio Singer, Bernice Tyner, rendered a touching solo. The Red Hot Quartette then arose to sing. The four members were Don- ald Henley, Jacob Naperstick, Edith Belle Ruffin, and Victor Saunders. They started out nobly on Just Before the Battle Mother, but romantic little Edith spied two famous movie stars, George Stephenson and Herschel Seamon, in the audience and failed to sing. The other three gave up, and the quartette retired in disgrace. Wilbur Anderson and Harry Healey sang a duet. They Know Not What They Do, and finally the marriage ceremony started witth due pomp and dignity. The minister muttered for a while in a low, monotonous voice; then clearly and loudly he pronounced the fatal sentence, and Hildegarde and Lawrence were married. The great elocutionist, Virginia Thompson, then recited triumphantly the poem, It Is Done, and the wedding was over. The bride and groom made a hasty exit, and as I was anxious to get at the news I followed close behind them. As I hurried out, I saw Margaret Mertz,