Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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-RAYI AVE you ever felt, I wonder, the lure of a stray road? Of 4 fqeksxx - course, strays are rare in these days and you may neyer f come across one. Almost every road now, is settled in life, 5 '54 with a respectable name-plate over its door and a flattened attitude toward all invaders on wheels. But there are still ' .QKX pf-j' a few pagan paths: I like to think that these wanderers I 5' have been kept to sound the dauntless chord of adventure ' in our hearts once more. Nature, I fancy, is reminiscenc- ' K ' ing in them of the by-gone lure of the open plains. Q Of course the most charming things about a stray road are its unexpectedness and its freshness. Une never knows behind what curve it may be hiding. And the sight of it always thrills one with the hope of unexplored beauty. If I have persuaded you to fancy the idea, come along with me now, over the ruts and far away, and I will show you a stray that I once found. The month of May was the setting for my discovery, a balmy Northern May of gleaming blue and luxuriant green, softened by the c1'eam-wliite ol' cloud-puffs. And I came upon my tree-arched lane in the elusive hour that blends the gold of the afternoon with the amber of the evening and the sunset. Now if your first glimpse of this stray is to be like mine, prepare at once to rub the world-weary dust from your eyes, and steal on tip-toe with your ears attuned to the whisper of the leaves. For one more turn-and behold! we are there. The swiftness of a glimpse-and the cool beauty of it has taken your breath. The liquid notes of two song-sparrows throb from the pillared foliage overhead. The rhythm of the white lane ftows into the distance, and as it goes, clumps of wild rose enrich its borders. A sudden whiff of their timid fragrance strikes your nostrils, and sharply the black-and- white of a rose-breasted grosbeak cuts the path- llut, you say, every road surely has its beginning, its middle and its end '? And you've told us only the beginning? True enough, but in a stray road, you see. the middle exists only to make possible the beginning and the end. Nothing ever really happens in the middleaunless one chooses to call squirrels' play or the sudden whisk of a chipmunk across the path, a happening. The joy of the middle consists in the pure novelty of walking it. For the connoisseur, the marvel of having discovered this blue antique adds lustre to its possession. For a strayer, the middle of his road is beau- titied with the joy of its finding. , gllut il' you really are a connoisseur of strays, you gain still another joy from the middle of your road-and that is the expectancy of its end. You may be disappointed. A No Trespassing sign may mar your dis- covery, or you may bump into the back of a garage. llut such climaxes

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L J-Fd-6 Q Q.::v6,-- '9' an ..s -- -I .-. L 4 c Z' 1' f .-Q Q Fi fi-ff-' U l ag' .Hg dlyenas., .. JUST BIG B 0 HER n ga L at Qt fgggg ffez. .1 ' 2 MK .aint Q A ug., -in 'I S 2 ff ' 1 3, grid, , - Q! S Q x .. ll . , ll .ya 7 ITD, go get a loaf oi' bread from the groceryf' -' tio yourself 3 ' I won't. Mother said you had to go. ,I i Is that so? We'll see whether I have to go or notf, '. Well, you will, so hurry up before the store closes, Qs A and don't get fresh or l'll tell mother on you. gf ' This last in a shrill, penetrating, feminine voice. And g uttered in the hearing ot' others! What an indignity to . gif I' suffer, and from a kid sister at that! Happy thought! He would threaten her, threaten her ' with the power that only an elder brother possesses. It you don't go to the grocery, I wonlt take you to the play rehearsal tonight. I should worry, was the response in an air of assumed nonchalance. Ilut the tone was wavering, and it spelled triumph for Bud. He was proud ot' his work: he had made a psychological thrust and it had pro- duced a tremendous etlect. He seized the chance. All right, then, l'll go. I'd lots rather go to the grocery now, than 'take you and your kid friends to that rehearsal tonight. And oil' he strutted with a victorious stride and a you'll-be-sorry air. 1: w: ::: ::: :f: ::: :sf re: a: :e: tk Evening came and he was still set in his decision not to act as escort' tor three young ladies between the ages of eight and ten. Ut course, said his mother with a resigned sigh, after the battle had waxed long and furious, it you won't take them l'll have to. llis chivalry was touched: with an inward shudder he forced himself' to say, I s'pose l'll have to take 'em it' you put it that way, but, turning to his sister, understand, it's not for your sake l'm doing it. They had gone attei' the XValton kids, Was Mrs. Walton saying something? Thank you so much tor taking the youngsters down tonight. lt is pert'ectly lovely ol' you. lla-re was compensation! lle glared triumphantly at his sisterg hut