Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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Tl'lElR'D N4 PlT1D'DLlF!S, INCE November 21, 1620, the memory of the Pilgrim 41 fathers has been engraved in ineifaceable characters on AX the scroll of history. The story of these our heroic prede- Y cessors has never been dim in the minds of succeeding generations. John Endicott, Governor Bradstreet, Gover- ,. nor Winthrop, and Miles Standish are among those added 6' ,, I to the everlasting roster of world heroes. These men laid .7 the cornerstone of our nation. Their strength has been extolled, their courage, lauded, and their honor, praised throughout seven generations. That they were hardy, self- sacrificing, fearless, conscientious men, We have learned from countless panegyrics by innumerable authors. ' With this true reverence for our forefathers, has come a lower regard for our present day. There is a general impression that our country's best days lie behind us, that we no longer find outstanding figures possess- ing the gallant traits of our progenitors, and that the characteristics of the Pilgrims are never to impel the modern man to action. In short, there is a widespread disposition to croak. In bemoaning our degraded state of affairs, we fail to observe that the gods have again been good, and have given to the present era, one possessing the commanding traits of the Pilgrims, reproduced in all their original glory. Theodore Roosevelt, the scion of a family of Wealth, possessing from birth a body slighted by nature, facing low moral standards and insidious corrupting influences, emerged like a Puritan, triumphant from the testing fires. Never did he succumb to the pernicious opportunities afforded by wealth, never did he falter in his path of rightg even the barriers of nature he surmounted, and builded for himself a physical strength to be envied. Roosevelt exemplified all the rugged strength, the upright honesty, the dauntless courage, and the admirable simplicity of character so eulogized in our forefathers. And he made one step in advance, always he was cheerful, hopeful, happy in spirit-they Were not. Roosevelt was our man, of our day, and is eternal proof that We are not deteriorating. The magic of Time lends a glamour to the past, hiding the dark spots and permitting only the pure gold to shine through. We need not fear for our place on history's record, for we, too, will ever be remembered for the noble deeds of the great men of our epoch. -DOUGLAS COOK. fChosen to represent the Shortridge Alumni of 1920.1

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EUUl1Elillllll2-YTRFFT CHRS 1. 4 Q and yet, along with its disadvantages there are certain enjoyments. For instance, the passing of a fire department is quite an attraction when viewed by the contents of a street carg two or three are simply sensa- tional. Then too, the street car library, pasted just above the windows, is very interesting upon the first reading, and leaves no vestige of a doubt as to what is the best in any particular line mentioned. A harmless little game which is indulged in by persons reading the daily papers, is that of trying to fold the newspaper so that the owner can see the greatest possible amount of news, and so that, at the same time, the people around can see practically none of the reading matter. The game has been practiced so long that both the reader and the person trying to read have become expert along this line. But after all, street cars, crowded or not, disagreeable or otherwise, at least answer the purpose for which they were intended, that is, of conveying as great a number of people at as low a rate as possible. Let him who complains either suggest some way of improving conditions, or let him forever hold his peace. As for myself, and I trust that I may speak for my companions in misery, I shall continue to ride on the street cars, and I am confident that they will be running long after I shall have become so old that my daughter-in-law will breathe a sigh of relief when I leave the house, and even when I shall be helping to push up the grass in Crown Hill. And if you consider the matter carefully, I believe that you will agree with me. - -ROBERT PARKER, '21. S.PR,L'D G ,Iliff 35, N fields and woods fig The violets bloomed, , :M Q The grass grew tall, I V ,X The bluebirds sang f- ,.,.-,' By brook and stream, 3 f . The wollows drooped, gpg? For spring had come. N In the clear, blue sky, L 'fi-1-5 The sun shone bright, 5 + 1 The clouds sailed by, The robins soared. On land and sea, All hearts were light. For spring had come. -RUTH RANKIN, '21.

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,FWD-DF-DREFUTS HEN the glowing haze of night Hangs from east to West, And the gentle breeze of ev'n, Wafts sweet tho'ts of restg Then the dross of earthly life, Shines and glows and gleamsg Then every man 'mong high and low, ' Is King, in Land of Dreams. s When the orb of golden splendor, ' Dips yon rugged hills, Bathing all in fiery wonder, Gilding faults and ills, Then from out the human heart Goodness nobly beamsg Then every man of every shore, Rules King, in Land of Dreams. And when at last, the heav'nly deep, In darkness hides in black arrayed, Then the tho'ts of men and women, Pass in grand parade: And in this realm of glory bright, . Their hopes revive, it seems, And every man of every clime, Reigns King in Land of Dreams. -ALEXANDER DOWLING, '21. Ps 'F E fPJUT DTZ f :Q 'Q F I go blundering through my life ' L1 J With soul in fetter, my work half done, D I-5 'Tis I that know what path I trodg '3GUb': if. h 1 vJQwQ,,,l,'q'5,i ,Jn What goal of peace or pain Ive won. f,,fil96,Q'r2.,,, 1f . '73'E'lof?Lc if If my free will doth make my life i A thing of folly or craft of foal, T X Then I can blame no other many 1 5 I chart my life and lay my rule. 1 IJ -HAROLD GOODE, '22.