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

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22 SENIOR BOOSTER Was it true? The gypsy ' s last words came to me stronger that night. I wondered if she really had bequeathed me her power of reading the future! I might try. The glowing embers soon produced leaping flames. Pictures began to come to view. The styles told me the time was somewhat in the future, 1936 perhaps — ■ I saw myself in Paris recovering from a nervous breakdown from selling P iorida real-estate. Soon I grew anxious to see my friends. I determined to go home immediately. Later, on my way to the station I met Harriet Barkalow who, after having been left a million by some unknown relation, had established a school for poor French maids. Jennie Rose was one of her principal teachers she told me. Cecil Mailes met me to take my bags. He said he had always wanted to travel, and had been traveling from that corner to the station for many years. I bought a ticket from Edward Paul and prepared myself for my first ride on the wonderful land flying machine, ' The Anti-Gravitational ' It had been invented recently by the wonder chemist and inventor, Don Menke. In recognition of his wonderful gift to humanity, he had been awarded the Noble Prize. A very great honor had come to him, and we had been very proud of him. Sidney Zier, the driver, assisted me to a seat, and for the next five hours I experienced the sensa- tion of flying. On landing on good American soil, I felt more at home. I soon perceived we were at the edge of a large field. From the other end I heard shouts and yells. I proceeded to find out what it was immediately. From a distance I could see colored banners and on coming closer, I per- ceived the words, Harvard and Yale. The annual football game! My heart gave a jump. Just then I saw John Heid, who was taking tickets. He let me in and showed me to a seat. He, I remembered, had always been interested in football and now as ticket-taker could see all the games for nothing. The gun went off. Yale had won. The coach of Yale grinning broadly shook the hand of the disappointed coach of Harvard. Who should I see they were but Glen Harmeson and Bill Woerner, our president and vice- president. How well these boys had succeeded in their fine sports. Glen, after shaking hands with me, told me our old friend Benny Lieberman had a permanent position as water-boy. Then a boy with Yale all over r. im came toward me smiling. To my surprise it was Christian Carlsen, who was the ale yell leader. Then, who should I see but Norman Young. He told me he had advanced to the position of reporter on the New York Booster. He had been a copy writer before, he said. In his new Ford he took me down town. He said he wanted me to look in on the offices of the best news- paper in New York. Almost the entire force was composed of Manualites — my own classmates. In the editor ' s office I found George Lloyd who had made his name famous in the newspaper world. We began to talk of our old classmates. James Tapp had become an Arctic explorer because he had lost all faith in women when Virginia Davidson had refused him. Virginia v.as now taking life easy as the wife of the millionaire soap king, Roland Kyle. Florence Hughes, he said, was the world ' s champion typist and competent office manager. William Dampier, Albert Hauseman, Thomas Bernhardt and George Heiny had found it impossible to part, and so had made up a business in New York and had become known as the Pie Quartet from their famous pies. Harold Quinlan had become the commander of the U. S. army and had under him Gordon Brenner and Harry Fritsche. To think these boys, my classmates had reached such heights as these. Then he took me into the next room where I found Marie Delatore to be his private secretary. Marie had given up her career as a dancer, when she had reached the top of the ladder namely, going a round higher than had Pavlowa.

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SENIOR BOOSTER 21 Friday. November 20. IVY DAY FOR THE JANUARY CLASS. IT WAS GREAT. December 10, 1925. Brr — it ' s winter now, and no one has left for Florida yet. The vice-president called his first meeting to order. Plans for the Christmas party, to be held December IS, were discussed. December 11, 1925. Hurray! Another special meeting. The regular Senior pin was chosen. Gertrude Heimuth was appointed to buy pins for the girls and Kenneth Peek to get the pins for the boys. December 18, 1925. The Christmas party came off. It was a fine party and doomed the Charleston. Perhaps that dance might have doomed the gym. December 25, 1925. What generally happens on this date? January 7, 1920. Well, vacation ' s over already. Miss Knox read a letter from the Day Nursery thanking the class for the Christmas gift. Here ' s the only tragic part of this dialogue. You picked George Lloyd historian. He appreciates your choice anyway. Sh — we have a mysterious woman in our midst. She claims to know the Book of Truth by heart. You placed your future in the magic crystal of Hazel Gooch, our Prophet. January 13, 1926. Christmas generosity not passed yet; we elected a Giftorian. Art Truit ' s kind face proved to be no handicap, and Art won the job. We ' ve word that he is going to be a charity worker. Don Menke ' s wise head will create beneficiaries for us as Don was the choice for Will Maker. Don ' t forget this young cou rtier, either. February 2, 1926. Ah, but doesn ' t time flitter hither and thither. The new semester has started now. Glen Harmeson was unanimously re-elected president. William was re-elected vice-president, and Lillian King was re- elected secretary. February 9, 1926. Kenneth Rhoade ' s was made treasurer of the class. The following students were appointed to the Class Play Committee: Ger- trude Heimuth, William Jensen, Nellie Davidson, Marjorie Schuttler and John Perry. February 16, 1926. Gertrude Heimuth announced that the Romantic Age, by A. A. Milne, had been selected as the class play. Miss Perkins gave a short talk about the play. Isadore Davis was elected editor of the Senior Booster. February 25, 192 6. Wipe your perspiring brow and recall how chilly the air was about now. Maybe that will cool you off. Miss Knox inspired the artists to design a class banner. The president appointed the Flower and Motto Committees. Flower Committee: Nellie Fleener Thomas Barn- hardt, Paul Woerner and Mary Ott. Motto Committee: Evelyn Coleman, Leon Levi, James Tapp and Berniece Reinecke. Kenneth Rhoades asked that James Tapp — 208, Harriet Backalow — 209, William Jensen — 210, and Rose Netherton — 211, assist him in collecting the dues. March 9, 192 6. Nellie Fleener announced that the American Beauty E-ose was the class flower. Hazel Gooch, chairman of Ivy Day Committee, asked that all the poets and song-writers hand in their products soon. March 16, 1926. Another hint was expressed to our rhymers in regards to their output. It was seemingly small. March 2 3, 192 6. The class banner was voted on. The banner designed by Thomas Bernhardt was the choice. A special meeting was held in the roll rooms, and the motto, Success Crowns Effort was selected. Spring fever was now spreading with fervor. Vacation was granted to strengthen our endeavors. April 15-16, 192 6. Here they are, Lillian and Don, and in the best class play yet. The Romantic Age. April 27, 1926. It was announced that the Senior Booster would be dedicated to Mr. Morrison. June 2, 1926. Class Day. The time is at hand; we have reached our eleventh hour. And, as the Great Shakespeare would say : Out, out brief candle. Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour on the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury — signifying nothing.

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SENIOR BOOSTER 23 She grew tired of publicity and so had retired to this life of seclusion. Other stenographers filled the room. Among them I found Isabella Adamson, Ruth Bullard, Bonnie Chambers and Wanelia Cheshire. He said they were the most efficient corps in New York. Just then the managing editor, Maurice Fink, came in. He invited me to dinner that evening, saying he was having a few of the old Manual students out to his housewarming. I accepted the invitation eagerly, glad of having the opportunity of seeing my old friends again. As Norman escorted me out of the building and to my hotel, I saw Orville Lee sweeping the floor. Orville had always had a progressing posi- tion as his ambition. Norman pointed out the loveliness of the building, saying it had been built by David Rathfon and Clarence Schortemeier, rising young architects. He hailed a taxi and whom should I find to be the driver but Otto Doepker. He was a typical taxi-driver only more typical. When we arrived at the hotel, my hat was under the seat. I found John Perry was the manager of the Rautenburg hotel. Joe had started as assistant to the chef and was now owner of the hotel. Lawrence Kloepper was the present chef, John told me, and Hymen Portnov the head waiter. Bernice Helm, Alberta Booker, Florence Barnette, and Elizabeth Baynham were the maids. John Lupear, I discovered before I had been there long, was bell boy. After going up to my room number 113, I talked to Gertrude Lance, the hello girl. Elizabeth Lahrman, she said, worked in the check room. After a while Gertrude called me and told me Maurice was waiting for me in the lobby. I went to the elevators ' and found Dorothy Lamb to be the operator. Maurice took me to his beautiful home and to my surprise, I found my hostess to be Maxine Hastings. They had been married for two years. Maurice Regula made a perfect English butler. The other guests were Eugene Ritter, the famous tenor; Bertha Haynes, the second Paderrewski; Harry Fogle, the author, and Ralph Jordan, the humorist. Mildred Miller, famous woman speaker, came later, with Naomi Liesman, the poet. After dinner had been served by Joe Snowball, we went to the theatre to see the latest play, Sally, written by Harold Carnagua, a com edian. The leading lady was Lillian King and the hero Art Truitt. The play was very heart- rending. Chorus girls who entertained us, I found to be Lucille Morris, Mildred Lang, Enid Lentz, Lucille Hilt and Mildred Crone. At seven o ' clock the next morning, I prepared to come back to dear old Indianapolis. On the way to the station I found Louise Jordan selling daisies. After buying a bunch from her, I strolled down Fifth Avenue and into a little Petite shop. It belonged to the wonderful designer of women ' s clothing, Madame Masarachio. Could this be Tony? Kenneth Peek, the salesman, said that it was. It had become the exclusive shopping place of the Four Hundred. I felt better on the old fashioned train, and so went to the railroad station and boarded one immediately. Kenneth Stout was the train caller. I had a lovely trip with Gertrude Helmuth as companion. She had just completed her course at Columbia University and was coming back to Indianapolis to be dean of the great Indianapolis University. Everett Shannon was president of the new university and Leon Levi, Norman Koep- per, Wilma Meyer and Esther Parsons were on the faculty. Raymond Weldon was the Latin prof. The next morning I went sight-seeing. Everything was changed. In the center of town I went into the tallest building in the world. It was taller than the Wool worth by forty stories. Carl Shaub was the elevator operator. I remembered Carl always had had a very uplifting ambition. In the hall I met Harold Callon, who had become a struggling book salesman. He was trying to sell Irvin Brandenburg ' s book, The Fall of Antony. He pointed out to me the office of the city ' s most capable civil engineer, Paul Borders. He had just finished making the first double-decked roads in the United States here. After talking to me awhile, he called a guide. Guides were employed to show people over the city, Indianapolis had become so famous. I was surprised and pleased to find my guide to be Ed Beyersdorfer. He said he had become a guide because his previous position of slingin sodas had not given him his usual exercise. He never had been very healthy. The first place we went after having called a machine was to the dear old school. A visit home would not be complete without this. We entered upon a very exciting scene. Blackie Rhoades was being presented a gold watch by the students of old Manual for leading their state basketball team to victory. The assistant coach was Harold Tyler. On the way back to town, I saw one