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

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S E X TOR HOOK T E R r ti ■ i tel v H l ■ UI .ftiL u : J «rf ' O.s7o.v Arnold. During liis high school career, Neil Arnold lias devoted his time to track. In liis first year he ran the mile and made several points in this event. This year Neil ran the half-mile, mile, and the mile relay. He has always pul forth liis best efforts for Manual, and he will he greatly missed when the call for track is made next year. Becker. Wilbur Becker has been on the baseball team for the past three years. He played in the infield and outfield. Lode was he always came through in the pinches. In football he played one year at end and the next year at center. Becker surely made his pres- ence felt on the football field. Bender. Ernest Bender has turned his at- tention to track during his three years at Man- ual. He has been on the track squad for the last two years. His specialties are the 100 yard dash and the broad jump. Bender also put the shot, high jumped and ran the 220 yard dash. He has always been a dependable point getter, and his absence from next year ' s one of the heaviest hitters on the squad, and track squad will be keenly felt. Beplay. Norman Beplay has been one of the greatest all around performers Manual has ever had. lie has played football, basketball and baseball, contributing two years to each of these sports. In football he was a backfield man. He was one of the leading point scorers in basketball. Beplay was especially strong in baseball. He played hangup ball at second base and shortstop, lie is another good fellow leaving Manual. Cutshaw. Norris Cufshaw devoted most of his time to track and football, although he was on the varsity basketball team his senior year. He has just completed his fourth year of varsity track. Cutshaw ran the distance events and the hurdles. In football he played in Hie backfield for three years. As a reward for his untiring efforts he was elected captain of the football team by his teammates in his senior year. Light. Everett Light has been on the bas- ketball team for two years, and he made the football team in his senior year. He played fullback and plunged the line with the fierce- ness of a Joestino-. In basketball, Light played at back guard. He was very strong defensively, and equally as strong offensively. He was always a fighter and never a quitter. Muegge. Elmer Muegge Avas on the varsity basketball squad his senior year. He played back guard, and his height was a great factor in his success at this position. Muegge was a medal winner in freshman track, and he was on the freshman championship team of the city. Owens. Baymond Owens has been on the football team for three years and on the base- ball team for the same length of time. He played in the line and the back-field on the football team and played either position well. In baseball he played first base and field. He was one of the heaviest hitters on the base- ball team and a good fielder. It will be hard to find another man to fill his shoes. Toppaw. Gordon Poppaw played center on the basketball team for one year. He was al- ways in the thick of the fray. He also played on the second team one year. Poppan was an outstanding player, and contributed his share of points in each game he played. Serotie. Joe Serotie played on the varsity and second teams in basketball. He offered his services again this year but he was de- clared ineligible by a rule of the I. H. S. A. A. Shearer. Henry Shearer was guard on the football team for two seasons, and substitute catcher on the baseball squad for two years. Shearer has been a hard, earnest worker at all times, and was always ready to do his best for Manual. Stone. Maurice Stone played forward on the varsity basketball team in his senior year. lie made up for his size by his speed and Page Twenty-foui

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SENIOR BOOSTER m Max E in .standi g As the fire in the open hearth flickered low, deep shadows took the shape of the memories of my high-school days. On the small table beside me, was a litter of papers and objects that had been misplaced and forgotten, ' but which now served to recall such dear incidents. In the midst of the streaming lamplight, lying in such a manner as to defy my over- looking it, was a report card. It was my first one. Thinking of my freshman days, I recalled the warm September afternoon in 1925 when Mr. McComb had spoken to us, the June class of 1929. Remembering that first year, I thought of the acquaintances and friendships that had been made and of the serious attitude we all took towards Manual. Looking through a Booster of the January ' 27 class, I realized that we avIio had entered Manual on that warm afternoon of September 1925 had then been sophomores and a definite part of Manual. With high ideals and dreams of the future we had passed through our sopho- more year striving for recognition and merit. An Honors Day program told me of the recognition of two members of our class, Eliza- beth King and George Figg who had been awarded Bruce Robinson Post medals. Our junior days had been filled with recognitions. Many members of our class had already dis- tinguished themselves in athletics, art, litera- ture, science and in their devotion to adding esteem to the reputation of Manual. All but unnoticed, with only one corner pro- truding from the litter of things, was a small sheaf of notebook papers. I discovered, highly elated, that they were notes belonging to our class secretary. Looking through them rapidly as if to see that they were all there, I settled back into the seclusion of my chair and paged through each paper that recorded the events of our senior year. The fire had burned low until it became a mass of livid embers and the shadows deepened. Our first union came early in October in the girls ' gymnasium with the painful march which, somehow, I now remembered with mingled joy and regret. On Thursday, Octo- ber 25, and the two following Wednesdays, George Figg was elected president; William Moon, vice-president; Dorothy Anderson, sec- retary and Cedric White, treasurer. It seems now that our senior year had been a most busy one, for one happening was fol- lowed immediately by the next. Scarlet was chosen as the class color on Monday, October 29, and on Wednesday the arm-band submitted by Dale Hynes was selected. A motto commit- tee, consisting of Martin Oslos, Howard Bettge, Frances Dearborn and Don Hopping was appointed. The fruit of their efforts was plucked, when on Wednesday, December 19, the class selected Not Finished; Just Begun ' ' as the class motto. A banner committee, Wil- liam Moon, Iona Johnson, Martha Walther and William Winter, was appointed. The following semester no change was made in our officers with the exception of treasurer who was now Wilbert Eggert. Miss Ebbert was chosen sponsor of Ivy Day and Mr. Hanske, sponsor of Class Day. On March 12, William Winter was elected editor-in-chief of the Senior Booster and he selected as aids Dorothy Anderson, associate editor, and How- ard Bettge as business manager. Mr. Hanske chose as assistants for the Class Day program Helen Light, Raymond Owens, Frances Dearborn, Norris Cutshaw and How- ard Bettge. At a meeting on March 19, a banner designed by Dale Hynes was voted first choice. Ivy Day was set for May 10 and Class Day for May 31. National Studio photographer was selected for our pictures. A program of our class play, Tailor-Made Man, passed next before my view and I re- called the remarkable play. Yellowed with age and worn through on the creases was a newspaper clipping about Alfred Hollander who had won a considerable sum of money in an essay contest on Les Miserables. Another clipping told me of the success of George Figg in an art contest, and seeing these two out- standing awards of merit 1 remembered many other recognitions of talent and work that so characterized our class. The embers had Continued on Page Twenty-four

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24 SENIOR BOOSTER Continual from Page Twenty-two found some fresh fuel as yet unburned and flared up in one last glow of flame. On June 10, at Cadle Tabernacle, commence- ment exercises were executed. How well I re- membered the orderly tiles and that breathless group of Manualites receiving the diplomas that sent them sadly away from the scene of so many pleasant activities and friendships. In the dead ashes remained a few live coals. Coals of memories in the ashes of years ! Sinking back into the seclusion of the chair again, I lived over each scene again, glad that some reckoning had been kept of the four years of joyous life that I and my classmates of the class of June 1!J2 ( J had experienced with- in the sheltering walls of dear old Manual. Continued from Page Twenty-three shiftiness. He had a good eye for the basket and was a good defensive man. Woerxer. Philip Woerner is another of the long line of Manual Woerners. He played end on the varsity football squad for two years and he was on the freshman basketball team. Woerner was adept at catching passes and played a good game on defense. Others who participated in athletics to some extent were: Chester Case, track; Bennie Foote, football; James McDaniels, football; Byron Morris, football ; Martin Oslos, track ; Arnold Weddle, football, and Richard Em- mons, basketball. This galaxy of twenty Manual athletes is the largest of any senior class for many years. Their graduation may seem to dampen Man- ual ' s athletic future, but Ave, who have been acquainted with the school, are sure that the cooperation of the students with the coaches will produce teams as good as the glorious past. EVENING Dena Caplan Shadows Now ridges Pushing back the light Now rugged castles Lengthening with the deepeni Now pools of blackness Expanding slowly Then, over everything Darkness. dusk LONGINGS By Eva Berger Oh to be a growup man, And sail the sea of blue; To cross the far horizon ' s span Where the white sails first show thru ! Oh to be a boy again And sail the sea of blue, In a little puddle of muddy rain, And a little toy sail boat too. MELANCHOLY Helen Light Ah, gloom, You here again ! It seems As if your favorite haunt Is here — my heart. No, no I do have friends, Counsel Not in uncertainty. And yet — and yet — Ah yes, A pseudo friend Did laugh In scorn at some casual Remark of mine. Again — A pseudo friend Passed by, And did not recognize My eager nod. Yes, gloom, Have your own way; I see My friends are few. Enter. Melancholy ! INTUITION Dorothy Anderson Whirling In the surge Of common Labor, We glimpse A ray Of light— A hope That more Than just Some mere coincidence Will plan and shape Our life.