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

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We, the graduating members of the June 1925 class of the Charles E. Em- merich Manual Training High School, Indianapolis, Indiana, U. S. A., do realize that our natural days here at Manual are conceivably few, and that we must will to our beneficiaries all of our laboriously achieved possessions which have come into our keeping during our brief four years of experience as true Manualites. 1. To the freshmen we leave the ever helpful and inspiring Manual faculty, to whom we are so deeply indebted for our astoundingly scholastic career. 2. To future Frenchmen, such persons as Harry King and a few others, we will Helen Ridout ' s most accreditable ability to sing the Marseilles. 3. To the unfortunates among our underclassmen who are seemingly unable to arrive at school on time, Eva Myers, Evelyn Coleman, and Gladys Emrich not included in this, we will, or more appropriately, bequeath Joe Trost ' s Rattling Good Lizzy. 4. We will to the school many more charming May Queens, like our own Bessie Sellers. 5. We bequeath Thelma Tacoma ' s faculty class play ticket customers to future class play ticket vendors. 6. We leave Ed. Eichman ' s cool disposition and his reassuring smile to those who suffer from fear of apoplexy when report cards are due. They will neces- sarily appreciate it. 7. To the track men we give Paul Volrath ' s ability to keep the cinders flying into his opponents ' eyes. 8. We leave Virginia Keith ' s eminent business ability to the disposal of the commercial department. 9. We give to the lunch room a bronze tablet bearing a life-size engraving of a dish of good old Manual beans, in hopes that they will be fully remembered if ever their hunger soothing powers are found to be inadequate. 10. We give Norbert Sack ' s stately military figure to future R. O. T. C. com- manding officers. 11. To striving young actors and actresses of the January ' 26 class we be- queath the ability of Cleora Robertson and Eugene Coffin, and their exquisite sup- porters of the cast, to make a senior class play an uproarious success. 12. To our worthy and most honorable successors, the seniors of the 1926 class, we give munificently of our rare excess ability to do things in that manner in which only we have been able to do them. 13. To all the members of the faculty whom we realize have treated us ever kindly, freely, willingly, and encouragingly, we will our profound thanks and admiration. 14. To Miss Perkins and Miss Sanders we will our hearty thanks for their attentive efforts in helping us make our class play greater and better than any before. 15. To Miss Knox, Miss Brady, and Miss Moore we give our sincerest appre- ciation for their willing and never tiring efforts in making our senior year an ever memorable one. 16. Lastly, we leave to our school a record that will ever stand out to signify, to giorify, and to keep within Manual ' s sacred walls a cherished memory of these June 1925 graduate seniors. We appoint Mr. E. H. Kemper McComb executor of this, our last will and dying testament.

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Ivy Day The June ' 25 Ivy Day on Wednesday. April 8, was a success of the highest degree. The class wishes to give its heartiest thanks to Miss Moore, who wrote and directed the pageant which was presented, and to the accommodat- ing weather man who sent sunshine in- stead of rain to witness the planting of our ivy. The pageant was given in three parts : The first part was the choosing of the ivy by the spirit of our class ; the second one presented the charac- terization of the five qualities on which our school is founded : excellence, man- liness, truth, honor, and sincerity ; and the last part was the presentation of the ivy hy our president, Alwin Iverson, the acceptance by Mr. McComb, with the trowel ceremony by our president and the president of the January ' 26 class, Wilbur Noll. Ivy Day Program Processional : The Class, June 1925 Part I The Ivy Is Chosen Spirits of the Woods — Margaret Gerdts. Spirit of the Class — Helen Vennard. Violets — Althea Sullivan, Sadye Leh- ner, Bernice Kirch. Ida Watkins, Mary Campbell. Trees — Edna Werner, Helen Rilling. Daisies — Helen Ridont, Alma Herndon, Alta Rettig, Georgia Scheiring. Roses — Dorothy Roberts, Leona Mil- burn, Dorothy Kritsch, Dorothy Mast. Ivy Tines — Lucile Hostetler. Thelma Tacoma, Fern Lyster, Lucile White- ford. Part II Manual Rejoices Spirit of Manual — Lena Rogin. Excellence — Marguerite Young. Manliness — Lawrence Condrey. Truth — Alton Jacobs. Honor — Ralph Taylor. Sincerity — Lillian Burnett. Part III The Ivy Is Presented Presentation of the Ivy — Alwin Iverson, President, June ' 25. Acceptance of the Ivy — Mr. E. H. Kem- per McComb. Ivy Day Poem — Georgia Scheiring. Trowel Ceremony — Alwin I v e r s on, President, June ' 25, and Wilbur Noll, President, January ' 26. Manual Song — The Class. PRETTY LITTLE GREEN LEAF ' D IVY Ivy green, with emerald sheen, ( ' leave to our Manual, Ever keep striving. To live and keep thriving. May ' ' twenty-five be kept alive, With memories we love well. May they impart in every heart Love for our Manual. Chorus : Pretty little green leaf ' d Ivy, Summer time ' s coming, wait and see, Every gentle zephyr in the spring time, Will make us laugh with gladness, Will drive away all sadness, You will grow then, green leaf ' d Ivy, Kissed by the sun and dew. On dear Manual ' s soil you ' ll soon be growing, Yes growing, growing, growing, Green leaf ' d Ivy, be thou true. Ivy dear, throughout the year, Cling to our Manual, Ivy, now we plant you, Joyously plant you, To you we pledge anew, Our love for Manual. A school true blue, true thru, and thru, Long live our Manual. Our Fa r ew ell Good-by, old Manualites ! Good-by, and good luck, and God bless you ! For four years we ' ve been here, living the big Manual life, making friendships right and left, with just now and then a little thought of the vague, distant time when we should leave old Manual forever. Now — ' though sometimes yet we can hardly believe it — the time is almost come when we will say good-by to everybody for the last time. We ' ve planted our ivy vine with the ideal that it will give of our love for Manual all through the years — we ' ve had our class play — just a few more days, a few more hours, a few more minutes, until we go. Good-by, then, to everybody whom we ' ve learned to love during these four glory- laden years. Good-by, then, to all the Manual haunts, the Manual joys, the Manual life — Good-by.

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SENIOR BOOSTER THE BOOSTER PUBLISHED BY The June ' 25 Class of Charles E. Emmerich Manual Training High School Entered as second-class matter March 80. 1912. at Indianapolis, Ind., under act of March 3, 1879. 10 CENTS A COPY 50 CENTS A SEMESTER INDIANAPOLIS, JUNE, 1925 buddies come back to see old Manual, won ' t the Booster office be proud? EDITORIAL Editor-in-Chief Gola Emery Managing Editor Bernice Kirch Associate Editor Marguerite V. Young Girls ' Athletics Lena Rogin Boys ' Athletics Paul Rudbeck, Alton Jacobs Features Thelma Tacoma, Lawrence Condrey Personals Lillian Burnett, Mary Campbell, Helen Vennard, Eugene Coffin, Lee Nichol- son, Walter Dolk. R. O. T. C - Roy Coller Art Editor Dorothy Roberts Jokes Felix Mastropaolo, Anthony Giuffre BUSINESS Business Manager Virginia Keith Circulation Manager Norbert Sack Typist Cleora Robertson FACULTY ADVISERS Mr. E. H. K. McComb Mr. Holloway The Senior Booster wishes to thank Mr. Kirkpatrick for furnishing the group pictures, and Mr. Porter for pic- tures of the class. THE BOOSTER OFFICE Oh, how sad the Booster office will be on the last day of school ! All se- mester it has been living in close asso- ciation with seniors — has seen seniors trying to write something funny for the Booster, has seen seniors saunter- ing along the corridors — and on the last day it will see the seniors shed- ding tears because — oh, don ' t you know, they do not want to go away from Man- ual. When Gola Emery comes stroll- ing into the Booster office twenty years from now — the second richest man in the world ; when Margie Young comes — with some of her memories, of course — a famous writer who likes to remem- ber how she used to pound away on the Booster typewriter ; when Norbert Sack and all the old Boosterettes and their THE LOTUS EATERS All the world honors an adventure seeker. The man who sails boldly upon unknown seas, vanquishes pirates, dis- covers new lands, and wins fame and fortune dims the splendor of kingly crowns. A thousand years ago it was to no glory that a mariner cruised about the Mediterranean. The knight who captured and destroyed a few Cor- sairs was presented at court, rewarded with a few inches of ribbon and an es- tate, and forgotten. Today the sagas of the daring Vikings thrill us still. Columbus is still a hero, and the halo of Peary is yet undimmed. Life is an endless sea with its roar- ing billows, dashing spray, and rugged rocks filling the voyageur with zest. A small portion of its infinite surface has been charted. But so broad an expanse that it seems to equal the whole, lies uncut by mortal prows. Day after day, month after month, year after year, age after age, a million mariners in a mil- lion vessels embark upon this main. The craft that rove this luring, threat- ening sea are of divers forms and sizes — punts with their keelless hulls, frail canoes with their broad paddles, skiffs with their trusty oars, whale boats, staunch and sturdy, speedy motor boats, yachts with their swanlike grace, brigs with their square riggings, clippers with their narrow beam and massive sails, submarines with their crafty stealth, and even ocean liners with their monstrous hulls unshaken by the roll- ing waves. The world marvels to see the routes these mariners take. Light canoes skim out to sea in the wake of the flying clippers. Ocean liners swamp the shore hugging punts with their wash. Ahoy, seniors ! For four years you have prepared for this voyage. This last year, the old friends have feted you and made your parting the occa- sion of a great gala day. Your fare- well fete will end in a few days. Pre- pare to embark. And, bold mariners that you are, think not to return to port. Let lesser mortals hug the shores or traverse the charted seas ; but you cast your charts aside and head boldly toward the vast uncharted ocean. Sail on and on, find new empires and wear their crowns. Never again turn toward this shore. It is yours To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.