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

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SENIOR BOOSTER Page Twenty-seven Shortstop Paul Whittaker be excused for the same reason. A hearty cheer was given for Dick and his team. The yell was led by Shorty May who was now professor in the School of Art of Leading Yells in Boston, Massachusetts. Another telegram read: I have just opened my nineteenth ' Hoggly Woggly ' store in Atlanta, Georgia. Shall see you in 1948 , Arthur Hartson. The next was from the twins, Harry and Louis Kollinger, who informed us of their trans-Pacific flight beginning the morning of the reunion. Parvin then announced that the musical comedy Dolly Blondes , with Annabelle Fischer as lead- ing lady, was running after season in London, at the Safrin Theatre. Other blonds in the cast were: Margaret Stoiber, Ruth Cassidy, and Dorothea Meyer. The leading man was none other than Herbert Burnett, who had replaced Teddy Joyce as The Man Blondes Prefer . Parvin also told us that Jean Davidson, Hazel Carter, Wayne Farmer, and Homer Dupree, with Robert Bernd as chief announcer, would be the main features of the million dollar radio program to be broadcast tonight at 8 o ' clock from the Tot- ten Hotel. Harnold had begun as elevator boy, but had now reached the height of his profession. Parvin then turned the meeting over to our popu- lar and beloved sponsor, Miss Knox, who gave the invitation to hold our next convention in 1948. Order gave way to gayety, and thus the social hour began. What a commotion! Everybody talked at once. There were Katherine Kozakiewicz and Alice Johnson! How glad I was to see them. Katherine said that she had accepted a position in a famous Act Well College as professor of Techni- que. Betty Zintel, she said, was dean of women at Butler University. Betty was nearby talking to Helen Thompson. Alice said she had at last become a gym teacher and was now on the faculty of Manual and was being assisted by her old friend, Doroth y Rape. Have you seen Nadine Barnes? said Alice. On seeing us, Xadine rushed pell-mell toward us. She was dressed very becomingly, and I realized that last Sunday ' s Woman ' s Page had truthfully named her Indianapolis ' Best Dressed Woman. Her husband, James Gilbreath, was judge of the Supreme Court. I don ' t know where he is, said Nadine. Last time I saw him he was talking to Ruby Lyster, to whom he gave a divorce a few days ago from Harry Meikle. He ' ll do anything for Manual students, even give them divorces. Then I met Margaret Bollinger. She had invited me to spend the week-end with her and Whaunita Beach, who shared an apartment in the Totten Hotel. Late in the afternoon, we left the stadium where we had greeted many of our old friends, but it was all a jumble to me. After my long flight and my strenuous but happy afternoon I was very tired. The suggestion of dinner was welcome. We rode to Margaret ' s apartment in a taxi driven by Everett Patrick. He was a very gentle driver (Only one of its kind in existence, but even at that my hat was slightly crooked when we reached the hotel). A stately doorman rigidly opened the door for us. The fellow looked familiar. Who was it? Wayne Nelson. My goodness! The dignity the fellow had attained! He said that he had been president of the College for Butlers, but when Harnold Totten had asked him to recommend a dignified doorman, he had accepted the position himself because the uniform going with the position was so attractive. Harry Zaiser and Ezra Stewart, who were graduates of his school, were also serving as butlers. Edward Hansen was a butler in the home of Governor Bill Mendell of Ohio. Bill had married Eileen Snapp after becoming governor. He had run for the office in Indiana, but he had to go to Ohio to be elected. After this chat Maxine Vehling, a snappy little bell-girl, showed us up- stairs. What a darling apartment I found! It was as cozy as a bug-in-a-rug . Margaret turned on the radio. The voice I heard sounded vaguely familiar. As soon as I heard It won ' t be long now I knew it was Herman Klinge. What was this? Soon I heard Charles Whitehead, the announcer, say: You have just heard ' The Poultry and Egg Man of Kansas, Nebraska ' speaking. Goodnight for the evening. But then dinner was ready. The manager of the dining room was none other than Alfred Ehlers. He confidentially told me that the head-chef was Delbert Mather. After dinner we hurried to the theatre. On the way we saw Zetta McNorton selling daisies. After buying a bunch we nearly collided with Lofty Laughlin who sai d he was hurrying to a business conference of the Lofty Elevator Company, of which he was president. The heights gained were ninety-two floors. His demonstrator elevator girls were: Carolyn Lanham, Edith Gorenstein, Mary Gritton, Dorothy Gray, and Estella Plummer. Finally we arrived at the theatre. We entered the stage en- trance at the theatre and presented the comps that Annabelle had sent to Margaret. The door- man was very gruff and said that our comps were no good . We explained in verbose language that the Star had sent them to us. He grinned, and we recognized Roy Gift. Well, Katherine, surely you can see Annabelle! Safe in Annabelle ' s room after meeting Elmer Lyzott and Irving Lieness, electricians, we met Annabelle ' s husband, Blanchard Smith, who was founder of the school for struggling violinists. Some of his graduates who had gained renown were: Margaret Marker, Alma Newman, and Mar- garet Hamel. But then it was time for the performance to begin. Louis Finegold, an usher, then showed us to our box which we shared with Fred Fechtman, the well-known lawyer. He was entertaining some of the women who had served on the jury of the last case he had won. I recognized Evelyn Evans, Frieda Draeger, and Ina Cornell, the radical women leaders of America. In the chorus there {Continued on Page 39)

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Page Twenty-six SENIOR BOOSTER June CLASS PROPHECY Katherine Kelly A 1928 y )s I took off from my home city in Montreal in I | my Spirit of 1938 my thoughts were busy recalling events which occurred on that memorable day in 1928 when a happy group of boys and girls bade adieu to dear old Manual! Uppermost in my mind was the pledge that we made, and that I was now on my way to fulfill, that the reunion of our class would be held in 1938 in Manual ' s Stadium. We pledged to be present in person or our regrets should be sent: to our president, Parvin Hagan. I had previously been informed that Manual had acquired the land adjoining the stadium which was now being used for an airport, under the super- vision of John Maupin and Horace Settle. The study of aeronautics had long since been added to the curriculum of the school. Frank Olshan, Ruben Riskin, and Thomas Zimmerman had become ex- pert fliers, and were now skilled professors of this subject. There is an end to everything, and so there was to my journey. After circling the field several times I finally valplaned and taxied up to the landing tee, there to find in charge two capable officers: Edward Simmons and Carl Stoycheff. These men had their hands full, parking planes for those who had arrived ahead of me. There I was in the midst of all my classmates once again. How delightful it was to meet and greet those who had come! Soon the sound of the gavel summoned us in and Parvin Hagan asked us all to be seated. Par- vin was now the president of the Sinclair Oil Com- pany having aided in cleaning up the oil scandal. After the secretary, Jean Davidson, had read the report and called the roll, Ruth Thompson, who was chairman of the program committee consist- ing of Irene Singer, Mildred Schultz, Lena Sandler, and Roberta Craven, announced that a few of our former classmates had been asked to speak to us. The first speaker was Dick Witte. Dick had proved himself such a competent handler of shek- els, immune from bribery, that the city of Indian- apolis had elected him treasurer. He was running for re-election and he asked the support of the class. As he talked, Arthur Bruhn, Max Albrecht, and Roscoe Harris were busily passing out large cards showing the smiling countenance of Dick. Dick also told us he favored Manual students, especially 1928 graduates, and he had in his office Dorothy Vaughn, Jessie Unger, and Loma Swickheimer. He had even given Abe Miller a position as porter, because Abe ' s wife, Sarah Klausner, threatened to leave him if he didn ' t work. Sarah Goldstein, the noted welfare worker, then talked to us about the interesting work of her staff. So pathetic were her stories that we were moved to tears. Clara Montgomery, Esther Myers, and Irma Klinefelter, who were testing their sales- manship ability, immediately arose to the occasion and began selling red and white kerchiefs. Among those buying were Grace Hoffman, Kathleen Snyder, Lois Hornocker, and Frank Henzie. All were employed by the Eat-A-Bite-Of-Candy Cor- poration owned by Joe Calderon. Robert Stiegel- meyer who was known to be the city ' s richest miser wept so loudly that he had to be removed. He was escorted out by Sol Gernstein, the chief of police of this city. Sarah then asked that a com- mittee be appointed to raise funds for relief work. Dorothea Carrel, Inez Coogan, Helen Collins, and Elizabeth Jones (frivolous mannequins of the Frank Olshan Petite Shop) were so touched by Sarah ' s stories that they offered life service to her cause. How noble! True Manualites! We were entertained next by the famous im- personator, Marie Oliver. Hardly had she began her first sketch, when the audience was in an up- roar. One could not help but recognize the world renouned comedian, Edward Throm. Her next im- personation was of the American danseuse, Violet Isley, who had succeeded Gilda Gray. We were very proud to listen now to the famous prima donna, Margaret Kline. Her selections from the latest hit, Mary Flappers , written by the playwright, Ward Storm, were very beautiful. She was accompanied by the pianist, Anna Marie Sander. The last speech was made by President Parvin Hagan. He expressed satisfaction in seeing so many members who were able to keep their pledge, but said that he wished to tell us of some of our absent members. At this time he read the telegrams which were brought by Harold Slagel, who had become chief telegraph boy of the Rieman Telegraph Company. The first telegram was from Nina Baas, the tal- ented pianist, who was in New York fulfilling her contract. The next was from Dick Fogarty who was man- ager of the New York Giants. Dick telegraphed that his team was now only one game out of first place, and for this reason he could not possibly attend. He also asked that Pitcher Emil Sam and

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Page Twenty-eight SENIOR BOOSTER wt has been planted — it is taking root — grasp- M ing — reaching out, the Ivy Vine of June 1928 class. Do you remember the fantasy por- traying its growth, its trials, and joys as given in the Ivy Day sketch? After Parvin Hagan present- ed this tendril as a symbol of our class spirit to Mr. McComb, the presenta tion of the trowel to Arthur Braun, president of the class of January 1929, the program of the Ivy was staged. Mortimer Present as the poet, unfolded to four seniors, Marie Oliver, Margaret Bollinger, Carl Burris, and Ward Storm, the fantasy of the Ivy ' s emotions. The dancers then portrayed the poet ' s dream. The Ivy of the June 1928 class was further im- mortalized in the beautiful words of the class poem written by Esther Roth, and in the symbolic clefts of our Ivy Day song by Margaret Kline. May our Ivy always symbolize the strong and steady growth of the wonderful class of June 1928. Ivy Day Song (Tune of Auld Lang Sync) O Ivy Vine, we leave you here For auld lang syne, Our class ' s memory to keep Undimmed by passing time. Chorus For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We plant this Ivy here today F or auld lang syne. Be thou the symbol of our class Enduring, steadfast, true, We live to do, not do to live, Uphold our motto, too. O Ivy Vine, we pray that in Thy fresh, green, clinging leaves Our memories will live for e ' er, Our thoughts to Manual cleave. {Words by Margaret Kline). Out Manual ' s Worth Our thoughts are held in loving thrall To Manual ' s fair and honored hall, Whose ivied towers of slender grace, Have made for birds a dwelling place. Whose bells of silver thrill the air And set the hours to music rare, A song that ever, as years depart, Shall ring again in each fond heart. Dear old Manual ' s faculty all Have seen us grow both straight and tall Grace learning ' s paths, from June to June With Labor ' s fruits are richly strewn While seasons change from green to white And day gives place to starlit night; The Flame of Faith, the Torch of Truth Shall ever guide the steps of Vouth. It is here we ' re learned from day to day A scholar ' s books and a minstrel ' s lay, Within these walls we ' ve pondered o ' er The priceless pearls of gathered lore; But the best of Wisdom ' s honors fair — The prize of all beyond compare — Is the loyal friendship ' s flower divine That bides in Memory ' s fragrant shrine. —Esther Roth. Lest We Forget Class Motto Live to do, not do to live. Class Flower American Beauty Rose. Class Color Jade Green.