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

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8 ■: A « ' IS ) 8 t •; R William Winter The tiny rootlets arc grasping — extending themselves into the bosom of the earth in search of the sustenance they need to grow and send leafy fingers up the sides of Manual, for the Ivy of the June class of l .»i- , .» has been planted. Symbolical of the spirit of our class, may our climbing Ivy be! In addition to our class march, the presentation of the Ivy Day Song, written by Frances Dearborn, the recitation of the Ivy Day Poem by E va Burger, and the gifl of the Ivy, there was enacted on the stage a reminiscence of Our School Days. Oh, Ivy — may you hold for us the memory of those pleasant days passed, and symbolize our growth in those days ahead. IVY DAY 1 ' OlvM Eva Burger Ah! Ivy of the freshest green, We plant you here in spring array, To keep our trust when we are gone, To live the memory of this day. Ah! Ivy Vine! Your roots are firm Within the soil ; Just like the courage in our hearts That we have gained through toil. Ah ! Ivy Vine ! Refreshed by Heaven ' s tears, (Ting to these walls with leafy branches strong, We have gained wisdom here And learned the beauty of a song. Ah! Ivy Vine! Symbolic of our love! We have been happy here united — we were one — Soon we must part to walk alone; our work is still Xot finished; just begun. A MILESTONE Frances Dearborn Onward, ever onward. Toward better things we strive; Ever we dream of the future. As we tread the path of life. But sometimes as forward we go, While our school days slip away, A day stands out in memory. As a milestone on life ' s highway. And so as we plant our Ivy On this day we call our own. Let us remember with sadness and joy Our Ivy Day, another milestone. OUR IVY VINE Helen Stringer O, Ivy Vine, we leave you here, In hopes that you will grow, Our trust in you, we ' ll never fear Our loyalty to show. Beside your walls, oh Manual, We June ' s of twenty-nine. Bequeath last famous words to flow Into the flight of time. Refrain Our farewell now is at an end, We ' ll pine no time away, Success to you we ' ll always send, Until we ' re old and gray. In you, oh Ivy Vine, we place Our spirit, strong and true, And our good name without disgrace To always ring true blue. This May the tenth, we now will sow. And always bear in mind, We left a sturdy plant to grow, To represent our kind. Refrain Our farewell now is at an end. We ' ll pine no time away. Success to you we ' ll always send. Until we ' re old and «-rav. Impossibilities are merely the half-hearted efforts of quitters. Some fellows learn from experiei never recover from them. ithers Success consists not so much in sitting up nights as in being awake in the daytime.

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IS »S ' EN I OR BOOSTER THE BOOSTER Published by The June, 1929, Senior Class of Emmerich Manual Training High School Entered as second-class matter March 30, 1912, at Indianapolis, Indiana, under Act of March, 1879. Editorial Staff Editor-in-Chief William Winter Associate Editor Dorothy Anderson Athletic Editor Martin Oslos Feature Editor Iona Johnson Organizations Neva Shoemaker Art Committee — George Eigg, Iona Johnson, Martha Walther. Humor Editor Eobert Lauck Typist - Sara Gross Personals — William Moon, Helena Johnson, Elsie Jen- sen, Elizabeth King, Charles Musser, Wanda Svend- sen, Alfred Hollander, Ida Gavin, Wilma Davis, Frank Hartenstein, Maurice Stone, Martha Walther, Marion White, Ethel Blum, Virgil Minkner, Everett Light, Laurel Clayton. Sponsor Miss Singleton Business Staff Business Manager Howard Bettgc Asst. Business Mgr Juanita O ' Mara Bookkeepers — Sara Gross, Opal Bodgers, Pauline Tudor, Laurel Clayton. In School Sales Norman Palmer Sponsor Miss Hayncs OUR BOOSTER Following the trend of modern thoughts, modern ideas and modern realizations, this, our Senior Booster, has been published. Its designs are more significant than merely a modernistic treatment of ornamentation ! It is a symbol of modern thought. Seeing things in a clear light in a modern way is an achievement well worth attaining. A man who is forever living in an age remote or recently passed cannot adapt himself to life in the present in which, sorrowful to say, he must live. Consequently, he misses the im- portance of things about him and degenerates to a generation already dead. So must the man suffer Avho lives in the future. Today is not Yesterday nor is it Tomorrow. Today is Today and it must be lived. Think not of Yesterday; Yesterday is past. Live To- day and live it completely and you will have no time for Tomorrow, which will be per- fectly cared for. NOT FINISHED; JUST BEGUN — All experience is a broad arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move — Ulysses by Tennyson. As surely as the untravelled world shall al- ways gleam through the broad arch that marks our line of accomplishments, as surely as a new horizon spreads itself before us as soon as the present one is attained, as surely as to- morrow is never realized but that a new to- morrow appears, so surely shall Ave be able to say, We are not finished — just begun. When a man sinks back into the velvety com- fort of the chair of retirement, expressing with a sigh of self-satisfaction that he is finished or deplores the lack of opportunities the world has to offer his genius, then that man has ceased to live and begins to merely exist. He has ceased to produce for the world or himself and by ceasing he has drifted from life into existence. We, the senior class of June, 1929, have not finished. Spreading before us is a new horizon dotted with college — higher learning — exper- ience and Avorldly work. Through the arch of graduation gleams the untravelled world of life — Avork and education. It is our heritage to make the most of these offerings. It is our duty to use our heritage and to live. Realizing this, Ave the June class of 1929, could not have chosen a better AvatcliAvord to spur us on to greater efforts, could not have selected a better torch to guide us on the path of our ambitions than this, our motto, — Not Finished; Just Begun. William Winter, Editor. APPRECIATION A sincere and deep appreciation s ex- tended to all the members of the June class and to all the under-classmen and faculty members Avho so Avillingly lent their aid to the betterment of the June 1929 Senior Booster.

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20 S TJX T O R BOOSTER Senior Play THE TAILOR MADE MAN Iona Johnson The very title makes one want to straighten his tie and adjust his glasses or, in the other case, produce a compact and lip stick. When the curtain dropped on the afternoon and evening performances of Tailor-Made Man, one almost wished there were a dozen more scenes of this rollicking comedy. For weeks the members of the June class were held in suspense, waiting for that im- portant issue to be decided. What would the class play be? At last that matter came to a close only for the class to be faced with a still greater anxiety. Who would be the leading- lady? Who would be the hero? When finally those matters also were decided, the excitement was over (for the majority) until the actual performance. But not so for the ones in the cast, for it meant hard practicing every even- ing until six oi- seven o ' clock. Miss Lola Per- kins and Miss Boyle gave hours of time coach- ing the cast which so successfully reflected their excellent training. Nevertheless, the hard work did not eliminate lots of fun. At the last minute, the hero frantically searched his pockets for his bow tie; the valet nervously paced back and forth muttering to himself; the dignified society lady limped around in her new satin pumps. Meanwhile the orchestra out front, directed by Mr. Wins- low, gave forth rapturous notes as if to cheer up the would-be actors and to infuse them with new courage. DEAMATIS PERSONAE John Paul Bart ' The Tailor-Made Man Wilbert Eggert Mr. Huber — The Tailor Max Einstandig Tanya Huber — His Daughter Julia Duffy Peter MeConkie — His First Assistant—FraMfc Eartenstein Dr. Sonntag — A Scholar Charles Musser Mr. Rowlands — A Newspaper Man Riley Fledderjohn Mr. Jellicot — A Yachtsman James McDaniel Pomeroy — His Valet Neil Arnold Mr. Stanlaw — A Millionaire George Figg Mrs. Stanlaw — His Aristocratic Wife. .Elisabeth A. King Corinne Stanlaw — Their Daughter Selma Teifert Wheating — Their Butler William Moon Mr. Fitzmorris Mrs. Fitzmorris Bobby Westlake Mr. Carroll Mr. Crane Mr. Fleming Mrs. Kittie Dupuy- Bcssie Dupuy — Her Society People. Everett Light .Dorothy Bernhaidt Harry Bainalca Don Hopping Martin Oslos Ernest Russell -A Widow Helena Johnson Daughter Eva Fields Mr. Nathan — A Financier Byron Morris Mr. Grayson — His Secretary Harry Alpert Miss Shayne — A Stenographer Helen Stringer Mr. Whitcombe — A Business Man Maurice Stone Mr. Russell ] Alfred Hollander Mr. Flynne L Labor Delegates Pasquale Ferraro Mr. Cain ' Gerald Adney Guests at the Stanlaw ' s reception Alta Keeler, Lucille Meyer, Ruth Shafer, Frances Dearborn Irma Roempke