Indiana Boys' School Herald, vol. 33, no. 47, November 24, 1934

              PAGE ONE. The Indiana Boys' School Herald. VOLUME 33, NUMBER 47. PLAINFIELD, INDIANA. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 1934. $1.50 for Year. RAMBLING AROUND. Hello, Readers! We will welcome contributions at any time. Any subject.  And thanks! An alert Indiana University football team battled a formidable Maryland squad to a 17 to 14 victory last Saturday down at Bloomington and kept its home record perfect for this year. Indiana has not been defeated this year on it's own grid field. Purdue, beaded for a tie in the  Big Ten Conference, will play Indiana next Saturday at Lafayette and we predict a victory for the Indiana team. Purdue beat Fordham Saturday, 7 to 0. Butler College howled over Valparaiso last week to win the State secondary School title in football. DePauw was defeated by Wabash 7 to 6. Yale, rising out of obscurity handed the highly touted Princeton team its first defeat since two years ago. The score was 7 to 0. The Fighting Irish of Notre Dame defeated the Northwestern eleven 20 to 7 at Evanston. Those Irish (Scharalli, Michuta, Melinkovich, Solari, Pojam, Lopzak, Steimkemper, etc.) found themselves in the last half and won the game after trailing 7 to 0, for the first two quarters. Basketball in the state of Indiana is just coming out of its summer sleep. The smaller schools have already started playing interscholastic contests while the larger schools are just winding up  their football season. By the first week in December the hardwood courts all over the state will be scenes of intense activity., preparatory to the final drive for the State Championship. It is hoped that the Bisons, or Tigers, or whatever the Boys' School team is going to call itself this year, will be able to participate in the sectional tourney this year. Mr. Wright is at present working to the end that the Charlton school will be a member of the Indiana High School Athletic Association, which sponsors the Sectional, Regional and State Tournaments. The Boys' School team is practicing each day. Aside from being handicapped by several injuries due to the football season, the team is rounding into shape nicely. The officers team, on the other hand, is not doing so well. Not as many of the officers who promised to practice have been reporting. However, when they get the basketball bug into their system just a little deeper they will turn out. Plainfield's basketball team demonstrated that offensive power last night that carried than to the Regional tournament last year. Plainfield defeated Danville 41 to 13, making four wins out of four starts for Plainfield. Reed, of Danville, went in the game at Plainfield, secured the ball on the first play and dribbled the length of the floor to make a basket unmolested. The bad feature of this play was that he put the ball through the Plainfield goal which counted two points for Plaifield. Thanksgiving Day comes on apace And Turkey is the leading question; I wish with heartiness and grace you may have a good digestion. The Uplift. Mrs. Brown was spending the day in bed with a bad cough and her husband was working in the garden hammering nails in some wood. Presently his neighbor looked over the fence. "Hows the wife?" he asked. "Not well." Brown told him. Is that her coughing?" "No you fathead. Its a henhouse." MR. ELMER WRIGHT HAS SUNDAY CHAPEL. A program of recitations was given at the Chapel last Sunday at the regular Chapel hour. This program was under the direction of Mr. Elmer H. Wright, a teacher and athletic director at the school. While having no special theme, this program was composed of short recitations having to do with better things of life. The program was opened by a march played by the band. It was the "De Molay Commandery March" and as it was played you could almost see the order of De Molay marching past in their brilliant uniforms. The pledge was said when the band finshed and the boys sang  "Where The Gates Swing Outward Never." The first recitation was given by Kenneth Hendrickson and was entitled "The Pride ef Riches" It was a good selection and well delivered. Wayne Jackson was the next youthful declaimer to appear and point out to us all the fine points of "Improvement." Alfred Butler, he of the flaming thatch told us about "The Other Fellow." The band again came to the fore and presented an overture entitled "Colossem." Our band, though it is small, is being molded by Mr. Stanley into a real prize winning aggregation of amateur musicians. Donald Butler opened the second half of the program with a recitation entilted "The Few." This was followed by "Friends" given by Charles Pembleton. A piece which conjured up fond memories in the minds of all present was "Mother's Excuse" given by Leroy Cottengain. It told of the excuse mother always made when father became exasperated and got set for a tanning. The old alibi of "nerves" and "illness" has saved many a lad from an unwelcome contact with the paddle. The last recitation of the program was given by Charles Williams and was entitled "As It Is." The closing song "Face to Face" was sung and cadet record read. Billy Butler of Company Twelve was 52 weeks clear and was presented with a silk flag. Company Five, while not having a clear record, had the best for the week with one reduction. Dr. Dill gave a short talk and the "Star Spangled Banner" was played by the band. The boys then marched out of the Chapel having received the announcement of "no drill" with applause. "De Molay Commandery" March Band; Pledge School; Song No. 18 "Where The Gates Swing Outward Never" School; "Improvement" Wayne Jackson; "Mother's Excuse" Leroy Cottengain; "The Few" Donald Butler; "Friends" Charles Pembleton; "Coloseum Overture" Band;  "The Other Fellow" Alfred Butler; "The Price of Riches" Kenneth Hendrickson; "As It Is" Charles Williams; Cadet Record Dr. E.M. Dill; Song No. 58 "Face to Face" School; Star Spangled Banner" Band; March School and Band. THANKSGIVING PROCLAMATION. By the President of the United States of America. "I, Franklin D. Roosevelt, President of the United States of America, hereby designate Thursday, the 29th day of November, 1934, as a day of thanksgiving for the people of the nation. "Thus to set aside in the autumn of each year a day on which to give thanks to Almighty God for the blessings of life is a wise and reverent custom, long cherished by our people. It is fitting that we should again observe this custom. "During the past year we have been given courage and fortitude to meet the problems which have confronted us in our national life. Our sense of social justice has deepened. We have been given vision to make new provisions for human welfare and happiness, and in a spirit of mutual happiness we have co-operated to translate vision into reality. "More greatly have we turned our hearts and minds to things spiritual. We can truly say 'What profiteth it a nation if it gain the whole world and lose its own soul.' With gratitude in our hearts for what has already been achieved, may we, with the help of Gad, dedicate ourselves anew to work for the betterment of mankind. "In witness whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed. "Done in the City of Washington this fifteenth day of November in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and thirty-four and of the independence of the United States of America the one hundred and fifty ninth." FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT. ROAD OF GOD. The exploits of the crusaders have stirred alike the imagination of young and old ever since the made their armed pilgrimages to the Holy Land almost a thousand years ago. Nearly all of us have heard something of the story of the crusaders. We know that centuries ago our ancestors marched out of Europe into the East and founded there a kingdom which endured for nearly 200 years from 1099 to 1291 of our era. And the crusaders left traces which can still be seen. Because the tombs, chapels, and watchtowers, the castles that defended this first eastern front, and the fortified harbors on the islands were isolated inland under Turkish rule until the World War. Few visitors havebeen able to examine them closely, except in Jerusalem itself and at the accessible point on the coast. Now one may make the trip in the steps of the Crusaders with all the anticipation of an explorer of fabled lands. The start is from central Europe where the first Crusaders turned their backs or their homelands to follow the Via Dei, "Road of God." the trail that led to Jerusalem. Such a modern explorer plays the part of a hunter. Time and weather during some 700 years have almost obliterated the remains left by the warriors of the cross; often their buildings had been utilized by the Moslems for Mosque. It is necessary to look for clues by the way to follow traces into some not easily accessible places, and to discount most of the legendry that the people of the countryside always have on tap for the traveler. In Trieste Italy, for example, a broken arch is pointed out as the "Arch of Richard." with the explanation that the English King dwelt in the stone house beside it when he was made captive on his return from the Holy Land. The arch, however, is Roman work and although Richard may have occupied the house, if he was ever in Trieste, he certainly did not plan the fortification of the old city of Ragusa (now Dubrovnik), down the Dalmatian coast, as legend relates. Gateways to the Easts On the other hand, in the neighboring city of Venice, at the southwest corner of the main structure of the basilica of San Marco, nearest the the two columns, there is a group of four porphyry figures in armor. Few visitors notice it, but it is a relic of the Crusaders brought from their seaport of Acre by the Venetians. Venice itself was one of the gateways by which the hoist of Crusaders sought the East. Others took ship from Brindisi to cross to the Dalmatian coast, and a chronicler of their day describes a mishap that is showed the danger of embarking upon the crude galleys, or dromonds, that felt their way from coast to coast without aid of compass and chart. "The fleet was ready at Eastertide and they embarked at the port of Brindisi. Among all those ships we beheld one suddenly break in the middle without any cause. Nearly 400 men and women were cast into the water. Only a few survived and those lost their horses and mules in the waves with much money." This happened during the First Crusade, when multitudes were hastening toward Constantinople (now Istanbul), the halfway point in their great adventure. It was the movement in Europe of men in a mass directly toward the East. When they left Venice or Brindisi, or the broad Valley of the Danube, they ventured into what was to them an unknown world. Only leaders had an approximate idea of where Jerusalem lay. Route Through the Balkans. "A barren land." one the Provencals relates of the Dalmatian coast route, "both pathless and mountainless. It was winter by then and we saw neither birds nor beasts for thrice seven days. We wandered through low-hanging clouds so dense that we were able to feel them and often to push away from us as we moved."  Today you speed over the rolling hills of the Balkans in a railway carriage with a dining car attached Crossing a frontier means no more than showing your passport. But the main body of Crusaders led by Godfry of	Bouillon, plodding through the "imments and indescribable forest" had to fight or barter for their grain and oil and cattle; they had to build rafts at rivers and sometimes to manage without rafts. (Continued on page three) CHEERING SECTION. With Apologies to the Reformatory Pillar. It was several days before Tony recovered from the loss of his highly-prized trim grey Van Dyke. Once we saw him, huddled in the corner of our desk drawer, reach up an caress his now smoothly-shaven chin and then shake his head and cringe further back into his corner as if ashamed to face the daylight without that fine old, grey beard. But yesterday, when we reached the shop we knew that Tony was his usual cheerful self. For there he was sitting on the end of the carriage of our battered Underwood blithely whistling "The Man on The Flying Trapeze." "Hi boss." he greeted us. "Swell day isn't it?" We shivered as a gust of wind whistled around the Print Shop corner. Outside bleak grey cloud scudded across a grey horizon. "No, it isn't a swell day." we answered. "It's a lousy day if you want my opinion. Why there'll probably be a foot of snow on the ground by morning." Tony considered this for a moment and then remarked. "You know, boss. I remember a storm back in the fall of 1904 or was it 1905. Anyway it was on a day just like this—." "Did you join the Herald staff just to give us the low-down on a storm that occurred in 1904 or 1905? We interupted him. "How about getting out and finding some news. Make a round of the shops, the offices or the class rooms anyway, do something to locate some news. All you've done since you've joined the staff was to get in trouble. Now how about a little action?" Tony slid off the typewriter and in a few minutes was ready to leave. As he deftly tucked a bright colored scarf around his neck and into his topcoat he gazed at his reflection in the tiny mirror placed on our desk and casually remarked. "I'm not such a bad looking old cuss at that. Why I look years younger now that I haven't a beard any more." "Sure you do, Tony." we agreed and laughed as the gay old gentleman strutted across the floor and out the door. It was late that afternoon when Tony returned. As we saw him come swaggering across the desk, hat cocked over one eye, we reached for a note pad. "Well, old fellow. What's the news?" we asked as he briskly climbed to his usual seat on the typewriter. "She's a blonde." answered Tony and as if that settled all questions he leaned back and began to softly hum "I Love You Truely." "Say! What the dickens." we fairly sputtered, "Here we send you out to get some news and you come back here with some nonsense about a blonde. What's the big idea?" Tony sighed. "She's got the swellest blue eyes. And boss, you ought to see the apartment she lives in. Why--" That was a bit too much for us. "Talk sense or get the heck out of here. Where have you been and what's happened now?" Tony blinked at us a couple of times and then with a pained expression replied "I went up to the institution store to get some news. Just like you told me to do, boss. And while, I was there. Mr. Fields introduced me to the cutest little blonde cockroach you ever met. Her name's Susannah Nertz. She invited me in for a bite to eat and of course I had to accept. She lives in a swell apartment in Mr. Fields desk and boys, she's got the nicest blue eyes." ended Tony. "Allright, you've mentioned the blue eyes before. But where's the news?" Tony looked startled for a second and then with his thought apparently reverting to Susannah said, "Well, boss, to tell the truth. I didn't get any. You see Susannah and I got to talking—." "Oh nuts!" we replied and grabbing our note book, went out to see if we could locate any news leaving Tony to his blissful thought of blonde, blue-eyed, Susannah Nertz."FRONTIER MARSHAL" IS HOLIDAY PICTURE. With the advent of chilly weather and the month of November, the boys of the Indiana Boys' School look forward with zest to the coming holidays, the closest of which is Thanksgiving. Next Thursday will be a national holiday by presidential proclamation and the boys will enjoy themselves to the fullest extent.  Since there will be no school, the armory will probably be a very busy place unless the weather is fair, in which case the thud of the inflated pigskin will resound over the playgrounds. In the morning the boys will go to the chapel where a program will be given. This will be under the direction of Captain Glascock and will in all probability be given by the boys. After the program they will return to their companies and occupy themselves with games until noon, when they will sit down to a diner of pot roast mutton, candied sweet potatoes, bean salad, stewed pears, white cake squares, wheat bread and whole milk. In the evening the customary Thursday night motion picture show will be shown in the the chapel. The film will be "Frontier Marshal" one of Fox's latest releases featuring George O'Brien, long known for his Western characterizations. Tombstone, Arizona, known in the days of the old West as a roaring, politically corrupt mining town where lawlessness and death were the order of the day forms the background or this Western epic. The film was taken from incidents in the life of Wyatt Earp, the West's most widely known peace officer and the fearless leader of the law and order forces who tamed the elements that had made Tombstone known the world over. O'Brien is cast as a frontier marshal, who because of the girl he  loves, remains in Tombstone to avenge her father's killer, and at the same time bring peace and order to this town that knew no law.  O'Brien finds that he is faced wtih a difficult task, for he discovers that the Mayor of the town is in alliance with the outlaws that have given Tombstone its disreputable fame. How O'Brien manages to overcrme these difficulties and capture the murderer of the girl's father is reported to bring the film to a dramatic conclusion. Irene Bentley, last seen in Will James' "Smoky." with Victor Jory, has the feminine lead opposite George O'Brien. Taken as a whole, Thanksgiving Day on the campus promises to be one of utmost pleasure.