George Washington High School - Post Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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il SENIOR PDST l932.-1.1-'A' ON VACATION The drug, Vacation, is one of the most powerful known to science. If it is used in the correct way and in small doses, this drug will cure tired feel- ings, frayed nerves, and run down conditions. Indeed many people use it as a general spring tonic. This drug is also instrumental in finding lost tempers and preventing sensless quarreling. Should this narcotic be used to excess, however, the user becomes an addict. And, unfortunately, the habit of taking a vacation all the time is a difiicult one to cure. Observation shows this habit to be more common than it should be. The learned medical men of this century term addicts of this drug Lazy , Psychology teaches us that lazy habits can be broken only by a scare, by a titanic effort of the will, or by the united efforts of all the ad- dict's friends and acquaintances. The latter method is the most commonly used. It is believed that the weakness towards this drug is an inherited one and, though it apparently may be overcome, is ready to crop out at the slightest provocation. THE GYPSY'S SONG I used to be a gypsy Three hundred years ago, With a turbaned head And a dress of red, My sash tied into a bow. We were a roving band I, and my jolly friends, The girls read palms While the men took alms, But nothing would we lend. Our tents were full of relics Many, odd, and queer, Portraits of lovers Bound in green covers Brought smiles to sweethearts sincere. Oh, I was a wandering gypsy Three hundred years ago, With a turbaned head And a dress of red My sash tied into a bow. -Jane Larimer I19l

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ESENIOR PGST l932.-I-I SEASONS How happy is the world when Springtime's sky Is arched above, while softly budding trees Uplift their precious promises on high And wave their priceless burdens in the breeze. How beautiful the world where Summer's song Is echoed back by rivers, lakes and rills! Where nodding daisies grow 'mid grasses long, And purple haze lies on the distant hills! How glorious the world when scarlet leaves Float down at Autumn's touch to clothe the ground! When goldenrod the Summer's death retrieves And purple-clustered grapes the vines have crowned! How Wonderful the world when shining ice And violet-shadowed snow enwraps the earth! When blazing fires the weary heart entice And holly wreaths bespeak the Christmas mirth ! Each month, each season has its jeweled days- Each Winter, Springtide, Summer and each Fallg I know not which deserves the highest praise, For each one in its turn is best of all. -Edward H Hiese MOODS Grave Dark palms, Silent sky, Pyramids Thou and I- The one, the soulg The others, mass Invariable As ages pass. -Ann Duke l 13 l

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iri-:-i SENIOR POST I932-E-at THE SEA The breakers as they dash and roar And swish upon the sandy shore, Thrill me. The rocks so tall, so gaunt, so still, Form a rugged, cragged sill Around the sea. The mist that clings so dark and damp That corresponds with the sea gull's chant Is forboding. The dull grey sky that meets the sea Foretells of some calamity Soon to happen. Far out there on the sea's far brim The grey sky is no longer dim, A storm. And so I'll go and leave the sea. By itself it wants to be. I'll come again. -Annabelle Montague BEACH DAYS On the shore, towers banked the skyline. White ocean foam lapped the sandy shoreg Here and there a miniature liner was tossed upon the waves like a ball in the hands of a childg An airplane floated between cloudsg peo- ple moved lazily along the shore walkg Others stretched deathlike on the beach. Pleasure was at low ebb on the Californian coast. -Mary Louella Clark I 20 J