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

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s •; a o R 11 o o 8 r •; , ' TO II i: M WHO SLEEPS COMETIMES I have almost doubted the veracity of that apparently unquestioned fact that the Sleeping Beauty was aroused by a mere kiss from the Prince. After repos- ing for a hundred years, a touch on the face could not possibly stimulate her to such violent action as jumping out of bed. Anyone who is physically normal, and mentally sane enough to shudder even at the name alarm clock, hates to get up in the morning. I Inc identally, I would never make a good farmer. | You go to bed at night thinking, Sleep is the boon of my existence, arrange the pillow at the correct angle, and snuggle between the covers for a good night ' s rest. But just as you are gone as far as the rest of the world is concerned, and in the midst of a lovely dream about a pink chiffon frock, trimmed with chocolate eclairs, a voice penetrates your subconscious mind. You say in your best con- versational manner, Wait a minute, and re- sume your dream. Suddenly your lax shoulder is rudely set tingling by icy fingers — for so they seem. As if awakening from a trance, through force of habit you gasp, All right, all right, and under your breath, just a min- ute. No, you ' ll not wait a minute; it ' s 6:30. Didn ' t you say you had to go to school early today to type an essay? Yes, but that doesn ' t liare to be done to- day. But with that the covers hurtle through the air and deposit themselves in a heap at the foot of the bed. The cold air unmercifully envelops you, and there is nothing to do but hop out. Even then the (loddess Sleep seems reluctant to leave, yes, for fully an hour. You stagger as you dress, and could not possibly tell what you had eaten for breakfast. To all rebukes, you sulkily answer, Why didn ' t you get me up earlier. Xow 1 ask, how could the Sleeping Beauty possibly have awakened so quickly after a century of sleep, when you cannot easily re- gain consciousness after the prescribed eight hours? But at that, you are very optimistic, forever living in hopes that you will lose your active sense of sleep; and you retire at night with a get me up early in the morning. To make the most of dull hours, to make the best of dull people, to like a poor jest better than none, to wear a thread-bare coat like a gentleman, to be out-voted with a smile, to hitch your wagon to the old horse if a star is not handy — that is wholesome philosophy. The man who says he never makes a mistake probably doesn ' t know one when he sees it. The advice you don ' t take is often the best. It is no use waiting for your ship to come in unless you have sent one out. There are two things about which one should never worry — that which can ' t be helped and that which can be. Never meddle with a hornet or a man mind- ing his own business. The Spartan Mother ' s advice to her son Avho feared his sword was too short was — Add a step to it. Money talks but has very little conversation with the shiftless. The smile is mightier than the grin. One of the best things to have up your sleeve is a funny bone. Tactfulness — the art of making folks ' round you think they amount to something. One grain tills not the sack but helps tin Don ' t feel sorry for yourself. Feel sorry f« the folks who have to live with you. A great command of language enables one to keep still. The only thing that can cheat some people it of the last word is an echo. Those men who try to do something and fail are infinitely better than those who try to do nothing and beautifully succeed.

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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.

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26 SENIOR BOOSTER Manual Band Senior Orchestra Junior Orchestra