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

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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

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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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24 SENIOR BOOSTER of my old friends. Thorton Oliver was pushing a dump cart. The city hall was next on the list. Who should I find conducting the affairs of the good ship Indianapolis but William Jensen. He had begun as a light fixer in the city hall and had worked himself up to this position. Clara Rosebrock came to take his dictation, and so we left. Next we went to the court house and to the divorce court. Who, I wondered had grown tired of married life? Who should be here but Lester Cruse and Mildred Schneider (don ' t get excited). Lester was the judge and Mildred his secretary. The Indianapolis Water Company was next. The president we found to be our old friend Alfred Belles. He said he was always able to give pretty good service to his patrons except on a few occasions. As we came out, we met a boy selling newspapers. I thought I recognized him. It was Sam Kauffman. The extra was about the winner of the Indianapolis Beauty Contest. The head- lines said: Evelyn Coleman Wins Trip to Atlantic City. On the next page I read about the sad story of a prominent society woman. It was Gladys Emrich. She determined to leave the country because she had been disappointed in her last love affair. The paper said it was an Indianapolis man, too. I wonder if you could guess who it was. Her last words before she sailed had started her friends sobbing, and it had now become the latest phrase, Oh, you wouldn ' t, would you? On the fashion page I saw pictures cf some new styles as presented by Elizabeth Rice, who was an authority on the subject. She had just returned from Paris with a wonderful new ward- robe. She was known as the best dressed woman in Indianapolis. Gustav Dongus had become Speaker of the House in Washington and Orville Teague was to fight Jack Dempsey the next day. My old friends were certainly prominent in the affairs of their native city. Next we went to the new Y. W. C. A. building. Here I found Ruth Seele to be secretary of this, the largest Y in the world. She had succeeded in the wonderful work she had started in high school. Next we came to the Greenwich Village of Indianapolis. Here I found the popular artist Gay- lord Sparks, surrounded by his pretty models, Rose Netherton, Vera Norris, Alberta Siefert and Dorothy Weir. Next we came to the grounds of an attractive home. Here Eve Meyers had a home for worn out gym teachers. Having become worn out in the business herself, she had established this home. On the way back, we saw an advertisement for the latest film, The Only One as played by Marjorie Schuttler. She had just married we saw by the last Photoplay, the producer, Glen Shaw. Jessie Porter and William Mc- Pace, famous comedians were booked here for next week, Ed told me. David Jung had become a doctor. Then we saw the park that had been dedicated to Albert Masten, the world ' s greatest Charlestoner. This park contained a home for the young people who had lost their homes because of this dance. It had special reenforced walls and floors. Lavon Thompson, Mildred Wer- ner and Esther Wegehoeft were inmates. Coming back to the downtown district, we entered a beautiful marble bank. On the president ' s door I found the name of Isadore Davis. He very kindly escorted us through his bank. We saw John Kime, the golf champion, who had just won from John Pronkl in a close match. Across the street was a clothing store owned by Ben Goldman. His motto was, Wear tight- fitting clothes — they wear out quickest. His chief salesman was Samuel Brateman, who always made sales with Ben watching him. At Ayres on the Balcony Beauty Shop we found some of our friends. Lillian Fagin was the beauty operator. She was marcelling the hair of Oscar Levin, the actor. Other regular customers of hers were Harry Lyzott and Louis Benedict. Alma Wenning was the manicurist. In charge of the silver department at Ayres was Norma Mitchell with Ruth Mathews as her assistant. Salesladies in the department were Lula Piel and Ruth Poggemeyer. They tried their talents on me and I found them to be good, but I needed no silver at the time. On the corner of Meridian and Washington Streets we saw Freida Otting leading a little mission band. They sang many heart-rending songs. Just then we saw Isadore Antin, the acrobat, performing some stunts on the tallest building. After that thrill was over, we found out that there was a Bauer and Bell circus in town. Surely this could not belong to my old friends, George and Clarence, but they were the same. As we neared the circus grounds, we could see the tops of the tents decorated for the occasion. After