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

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freshie! freshie! that seemed to be the sharpest taunt on the tongues of sophomores at the begin- ning of the new term, they do forget so soon, or is it that they remember? maybe if i were staying after spring vacation, that ' s what i ' d be living for — ah yes! to call someone else freshie, sell tickets for mashed potatoes and elevator rides, and to take up the new name sophomore-senior. but even though they did take advantage of the freshies, they are heap scared of them as far as one thing is concerned, all the sophomores hope, of course, to be the first class to be graduated from the new manual that ' s going to be built on the banks of pleasant run, but, secretly, they fear the freshies will have a better chance by ' 50. committees worked on plans all this year, but it looked as if the redsins wouldn ' t get to break ground for their new tepee until 1948. ho-hum! all these squabbles, it ' s much more peaceful in an honest-to-goodness injun camp, but it ' s much more fun here. ' cause whoever heard of playing tennis in an injun camp? well, i didn ' t play any here either be- cause the competition was too stiff, i never could have beat Joyce hilgemeier or pat prather. they ' re the manualites who won the doubles title, phew! they sure would ' ve worn my feather to a frazzle. speaking of feathers . . . did i like charlotte levy ' s feather headdress when she tap-danced at the students ' birthday party! she really earned ' em with that war dance, it looked like the real mc coy. feathers, feathers everywhere — say i wonder if Stephanie stanton had one in her brief case, i heard that she carries everything from soup to toothbrushes in her war bag, but — maybe i ' ll take a peek be- fore i leave. and it ' s just real magic the way those two gals, jean tutterrow and Jackie teifert, move their fin- gers over the keys of a piano, the most beautiful noises come out, and i can only play chop-sticks, hmph ! but the girls haven ' t got a thing on the math boys, John sharp, gene hallock, david coppage and ed mussmann, ' cause those fellows do some pretty nifty juggling, too, only theirs is with figures in- stead of keys. also fernand coffey and chrisanna rutan are real experts at this thing called pant-o-mime. they act as if they ' re mad, happy or sad. huh. personally, i ' m afraid they ' re mad. and one time i asked mrs. schad to recommend a good book for me as she did for marion sexson, but when she said that she didn ' t have a copy of mother goose i surely was embarrassed . . . and i ' m a senior, too.

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gee, it ' s awful to be an in-between like me — i ' m too old to live a life of play like a papoose and too young to be a hunter or a warrior, the juniors are in just such a spot, but for all their misery they don ' t really do so badly. for instance, lowell farley, sports editor on the booster, captured the vice presidency of the indi- ana high school press association when six manual scribes were delegates to the convention at frank- lin college in October, and three m.s.p.s. gals received certificates of acceptance for the annual anthol- ogy of high school poetry — mary cantrell, Joyce deckard and phyllis miedema! another winner was jack poole, who took the martin-menges title in tennis, i go in for that he- man stuff, myself. and a man after my own heart is bill anderson, who really makes the girls ' hearts flutter when he croons, also in the solo department are lucille prentice, Carolyn kenyon, and phyllis miedema, accompa- nied by waneta staten and yours truly, pokey, barbara ferguson needs no accompanist ' cause she solos on the piano. but what really baffles me is the number of juniors th at are artistically inclined, including boys! ronald kistner, margie board, carolyn marshal] and wilma harding won Saturday scholarships to her- ron art school, margie and carolyn teamed up to do all those beee-uuu-teee-ful twin posters on spring and the school ' s birthday, too. and others that had entries accepted for display in the national scho- lastic art exhibit at block ' s were John leisure, hershal parish, eileen brooks, jean glass, robert babbs and helen schwomeyer. and one day i tried my hand at mechanical drawing with such expert teachers as jim glass, lawton link, don cope, jack edwards, bob bernhardt and mr. winslow. happening into the newly decorated library one day, i spied six studious juniors at a nearby table, so i picked myself up by the seat of my three cornered dress suit and landed smack in the lap of roy turley, the basketball player who plays while lying on the floor, ' course i didn ' t stay there long when i recognized one of my favorite redheads, barbara snodgrass. and there were dick small wood, nila jo hawkins, helen schwomeyer and bob stuckey. all of them were trying to look as though they were studying, but i ' ll lay you odds (shame on me for betting when i know i ' m bound to win) that the thing that encouraged those looks of thoughtfulness was mr. hanske ' s click-um-pitcher box. wanna bet?