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

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THE OOSTER Published by (he June 1939 Class of Emmerich Manual Training High School EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-chief Joe Shupinsky Assistant Editor Mildred Reimer Art Editor Annette Thomberry Club Editor Jean Kline Sports Editor Sam Chernin Photograph Editor Mr. Lewis Finch Assistant Photograph Editor Lucille Williams Feature Writers Olga Phillips, Louise Maier. Norma Skillman, Kenneth Kuebler. Alfred Hubert. Adviser Miss Gretchen A. Kemp BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Hazel Hardeastle Assistant Eugene Beard Bookkeepers Marjorie Roempke, Elsie Rusie. Bessie Rosenberg, Sophia Westra. Adviser Miss Helen A. Haynes SONG OF FAREWELL We of the Great Tribe Senior Booster, mem- bers of the Manual brotherhood, shall pass from a truly happy-hunting ' ground, when during the sixth moon, our chieftain, Skip-um-McComb, gives us our buckskins and lets us pass to the great unexplored — there to seek for our own chieftain- ship, wampum, and happiness. The brothers of this strong tribe can say truth- fully that they are prepared to pass into the un- known. For scores of moons since the time when they came as papooses to the Manual Wigwam and through the stages of warriors, braves, and finally as sub-chiefs, the mighty Manual Council has imparted to them all the fruit of their years of search for knowledge. So now with the slyness of the fox, the wisdom of the owl, the bravery of a wolf protecting its young, the speed of the eagle, and the strength of a grizzly, we shall go out to make our mark. It was with the advice of the Great Manual Council that we carefully chose our weapons, sharpened by so many moons of learning. But it was not all making ready for the tem- pests of the unknown. We have had much fun. With our festivals, tribal dances, and contests with other tribes, we have learned not only the meaning of loyalty but also the truths of sports- manship and cooperation. To Manitou, the great Indian god, we offer up fexwent prayers that he may lend us his protect- ing hand when in the future we attempt to illus- trate our battlecry, Not to the Top, but Climb- ing. And in the moons to come, we will return to see on the walls of the great Manual tepee, our shield designating our tribe as one of the great- est since the coming of the white man to the Manual Wigwam. —J. S. THEY EDITED THIS PICTUM BOOKEM 26

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Betty Williams Lucille Williams Madeline Williams Neota Willoughby Keith Wilson LaVonne Wineinger David Wire Roselyn Wisehmeyer Mildred Woempner Frank Wolf Marian Wood Dorothy Woods Louise Works Ben Yach Isaac Yosha Geraldine Zi 25

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Saga Of The Tribe BY KENNETH KUEBLER It was a sunny day in 19 3 5 when the copper faced chieftains (teachers) of the stockade of Man- ual were preparing for a vicious onslaught of the freshman papooses. When the grand attack hit about one o ' clock in the afternoon, infant redskins seemed to stream from every direction — north, south, east, and west. They were met on the battle ground of the auditorium by Chief-um-E. H. Kem- per McComb whose smooth speech and peace pipe induced the little warriors to submission to his will. The next day the new attackers were teased and mistreated by the already civilized braves and squaws but like all good Indians, they endured all without a whimper. The passing of 13 moons found the papooses in wigwams and rechristened sophomores. Now well on the road to civilization, the young bucks and squaws were, nevertheless, quite reckless, not buck- ling down to their work. In 2 6 more moons they were promoted into their junior year where they really knuckled down to the task of acquiring an education. The 39th moon passed and we (for I was also one of the freshman Indians) were ushered into our senior year. Our new wigwams afforded us much more fun as we followed the signals of the veteran copper-faces, Miss Arda Knox, Mr. A. R. Williams, Miss Lena Brady, and Miss Margaret Kellenbach. During the first semester we elected for our little councilmen Harold Light, president; Geraldine Zlx and Eugene Beard, vice presidents; Annette Thorn- berry and Alma Childers, secretaries; Royce Stev- ens and Lawrence Daum, treasurers. Not unlike most Indian tribes we chose a motto, Not to the Top, but Climbing, which became our battle cry and inspired us to higher achievement throughout our senior year. At this time we also selected the beautiful sunset rose, to be worn as our tribe color on such days as Ivy Day and Class Day. At our first big powwow in the auditorium in November we installed our little councilmen, and our little chief accepted the gavel and trowel pre- sented by Chief E. H. Kemper McComb. To satisfy dramatic longings of some of the squaws and braves the senior class presented The Late Christopher Bean on November 21-22. The play was successfully given under Big Direct-um E. Edward Green and Little Direct-um Mrs. Vivian L. Siener. In January we celebrated Ivy Day. The first part was observed in the auditorium with an original skit written by Squaw Olga Phillips. At this cele- bration an original poem by Frances Cochran, and original song by Squaw Mildred Alice Boyl were read and presented. The banner, designed by Red- skin Joe Shupinsky, was also exhibited and we wore for the first time our arm bands, designed by Squaw Annette Thornberry. This festival was followed by a swing-um in the boys ' gym. After a most successful first semester campaign, we decided to renew our little councilmen for a sec- ond semester. The chieftains chosen were Harold Light, president; Ralph Anderson and Norman Wil- liams, vice presidents; Annette Thornberry and Alma Childers, secretaries; Lawrence Daum and Royce Stevens, treasurers; Alfred Hubert, giftori- an; Sam Chernin, prophet; Margie Burns, will maker; and Kenneth Kuebler, historian. To give some other braves and squaws a chance in the dramatic line, the tribe put on the play New Fires on April 20-21. Again the play was succes- ful under Big Directum E. Edward Green and Lit- tle Direct-um Mrs. Vivian L. Siener.. On May 17 we celebrated our Class Day in the auditorium and had a swing-um in the boys ' gym afterwards, thus closing our activities for the senior year except, of course, commencment. The gradu- ation ceremony will be held in the great medicine hall, Cadle Tabernacle, on the fifth day of the sixth moon. So it is in fine manner that Manual ' s 1939 Senior Class has brought to an end an eventful four year ' s of achievement, for it was in 19 39 that the Red- skins scalped the other schools for the City High School Basketball Crown and Squaw Nellie Chas- taine won the City wide Constitutional Essay Con- test. Now may we turn over the responsibility of keeping Manual a school of both scholastic and ath- letic achievement to the younger bucks and squaws. We can also thank our lucky stars that we had such good powwowers as Big Chief E. H. Kemper Mc- Comb and his council. Now we can go to the out- side world and show them some more real Redskin courage and loyalty. IVY DAY By Frances Cochran Today ire plant our Ivy vine Hoping it trill grow Keeping pace with other vines Entwining on the null. We prop it weathers nil the storms Others hare before And map it he the strongest one Ever its green to show. Mag it hare strength anil poise and graee As none in all the world And bring beauty to our school Its shining leaves unfurled. OUR IVY By Mildred Alice Boyl On! Onward Manual! On! On forever! si ill us the ivy Forever be climbing. Still as the ivy Always be climbing. Scnic)rs of Manual, Climb on forever. Follott) the ivy Up. up and onward. Follow the ivy On to the top.