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

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hi! my name ' s pokey, and i ' m here ' cause my great-great-great grand- father is very unhappy in happy hunting ground, well, wouldn ' t you do what your great-great-great grandfather said if he told you right out of the clear blue sky? and he was a killer, too! you see, my great-great-great grandfather killed a man once, it was way back before i was born, in 1821, i think, when my ancestor killed george pogue, the first settler of indianapolis. he killed him after pogue left his cabin on the bank of pogue ' s run, a creek that was named after him. my great-great-great grandfather didn ' t have a radio to listen to dick tracy on, so he didn ' t know crime does not pay. and now he ' s very unhappy, and he asked me to do him a favor to sorta square things up. that ' s why i came down pogue ' s run, hunting some descendant of george. but that wasn ' t the only awful thing my great-great-great grandfather did. he confessed that he also put a horrible hex on the little stream. i started at a little valley at forty-second street between arlington avenue and shadeland drive, while i was following it, looking for my pogue, i went through brookside park, spades park and the tech- nical high school campus. while i was at tech i learned that the east side civic league was trying to make the stream into an un- derground sewer ' cause they said it was a health menace. i thought maybe that was the horrible hex my great-great-great grandfather had put on it un- til i came to new york street, there i found out about the real hex. it used to be a beautiful sparkling stream where little boys like me went wading, but then ' cause of my ancestor factories and train tracks started up around the poor little creek, and it got real stinky, poor pogue ' s run rebelled by flooding all the time, so the naughty city put it in a cage under the ground.

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now, just ' cause of the hex , it isn ' t pogue ' s run where little hoys waded, it ' s pogue ' s run drain, a con- crete run underneath the ground that some people call an old sewer and others, a million dollar w.p.a. baby, ' cause that ' s how much it cost to make the drain. that ' s what i had to go through from new york street southwest through town, it was so-o-o-o dark in there, hut that didn ' t stop me. i went on through, and when i finally went up through a man hole for a breath of air, i was at manual. i got to manual sept. 6, and since it ' s a tepee where other indians go to school on the bank of the run. i thought sure they ' d help me hunt my missing person, i even thought of the possibility that one of the redskins might be a poque, so i decided that if i was permitted to stay there, about the second or third thing i ' d do would be to go through all the files. after i came up out of a manhole, i knew i ' d have to ask the principal, mr. mc comb, if i could go to his school, i didn ' t want him to think i was too big for my britches, or anything, but he was all smiles and said i could be a mascot, whatever that is. next i had to make arrangements with mr. barnhart, the vice principal, but i went to sleep while i was waiting for him. when i woke up, he had me assigned to four roll rooms — 109, 135, 211 and 217. he said i could take my pick! that was the day before school started, and everybody was so busy, seems like everybody looked right over me. all the office staff were so busy that i might just as well have been a file cabinet, but i didn ' t care ' cause i got a chance to see a lot of the teachers, and when i slept i dreamed i was at my own desk and i had the whole faculty for my teachers, gee — there they all were, from mrs. bing ... to mrs. yeager.