Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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PLATIVIATES ALMA L slcuen N-LOUSHNILLLIL , ev- -'-: I . Suzi- t A L . - - ' wi-sfg gamm ggi lgimsg my HEY lived 'right next door' to each other. He was a wee i 1'-t'ft? ggvf- little boy, who wore neat black suits of the Lord Fauntleroy E type, with prim little lace collarsg and he lived in a prim, neat little cottage--- yellow, trimmed in white. She lived in a MWVSA Qt little house that reminded one of Christmas and holly, and Q9 good cheer-a red brick with green trimmings. She had a 'f' , 2 j 5 Q? look of happiness, and health, too-a sturdy little figure with ill g V A a round German face and a broad German smile. For she Q W ef iw W'99'wi ' was not the sort of a little girl who has long yellow curls and pale pink frocks and a little white sunbonnet at all. ln fact any one who looked at the ruddy glow burning under the tan on her cheeks would have concluded that her acquaintance with sunbonnets was surely very slight. She wore her hair cropped short, like a boy's, and, although her mother, with praiseworthy persever- ance, fastened a big bow on it each morning to establish her sex beyond any doubt, what mother can be expected to tie a big pink bow on a waving tuft of soft, brown hair more than a dozen times a day? And so she wore little white kilted suits with shiny, black belts, and got them woefully dirty, two of them every day-and she looked just like a boy. And she played happily all day long, taking numerous scoldings for soiling her frocks and getting her face and hands so very dirty, with a few tears and much philosophy of the stoic type. And in the main she was very happy. Then, Louisa had a constant companion. She called her Dadda, perhaps because the name sounded peculiarly musical to her ear, and she played with her all day long. What did Dadda look like? Louisa did not really know, any more thanshe knew how the little girl really looked who came toward her from mother's mirror when she climbed upon a chair and looked into it. But just as that little girl was always the same, even if she would. smile and frown but never speak or come out from that big glass, so doubtless the other little girl, Dadda, although she never came from the land of dreams and things

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PRESENT DAT .SHCRTRIDGE yet undecoratcd, but this will be accomplished in time. One has been beautilied-the seniors' room-and 'where one leads others follow. A lunch-room has been inaugurated and should prove a success. Broad stairways, long halls 'with 'rouged' floors, a system of intercommunicating telephones, tinkling recitation bells and others are among the schools many advantages. , Long live Shortridge, present and past: may she ever grow and prosper: and her many advantages be appreciated by all. ,1- , ,Gun 'fT'f g' 4 ,, AL ,iz j T e -7 E ' 'v-':L'if5!' --4 in A- ,,...!-- ,? di -, du lik 'H' ,.?g4 ' I .11-lt--,i4::L-!:, ' '-' x, .,,, vim:'Il':Q', fag , gag,- -1,-f ' - ,mm- ,iiuuQ!1!f!ll:Ae,1' - -Y A Q, - A .,..1 'w1'1 nnl , ... f U ,.. gr - - ' 4---.-V .,-.. mA 1'f :il1l1!i!!!!,c:5 -'Nay'-Q., ,Au E V U ,,n,T,,m:miffi5g1i,iifr3m ,Y 1 , n ew aj., ' ii Li' .e : ,F?Y3cf-:QOL 1 A 9154--i9f5.-ff ' f, -if-,'t ..,Q? Sl-l0F1T5lUfl:F-ll' ,L N RL., ,- -:.-5-2535? seas 'nbfs X., X ii' of- ' ' ,' -- ,X-. A I, Ng N E. xv ff' -, f -A- NX 3 Q f' gs?--tk ' X, ' , sf--f l ' lil sa i 1, . Ji If s go, ISV , il I A4 IL mfg J, ,,,--, S xi Y Y gf' ' . ' stil' ng' ' T . J JJ- 4 A J 1,, ,gia:, .LW 4-NP l l ' 'gl It is 'Q Q4 ,V I L.. V 1 i r e . y ,F 'ici-Al 1 l i l-4' w ill l :1-, --v ss , 'i ' if, ...u N 5 e 'Y IE-?rL nf .l' if QP Hf' n, H - www- ' f ,,,f,-fz7? L74 N A-M. Qty

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PLATNATEJ which even mother didn't always see, was always much the same in form. Dadda must go everywhere that Louisa went, and Dadda must do everything that Louisa did, mother soon learned that a refusal to grant Daddais requests was fatal. And, like a diplomatic mother, she threatened once to punish Dadda when her own little girl had been naughty. But Louisa's heart-broken wails had been too disconsolate, and she had spent the rest of the afternoon comforting a tear-stained, penitent little girl with a very vivid imagination. It was different with the little boy. He was all alone. Why he should not have had a Dadda, too, l do not know, for he was a fanciful child, with a pale face and a wistful look in his large blue eyes. But he played all alone on his own porch, and, although he was not naturally a restless child, there was an air of inexpressible sadness in his manner, and he seemed, in some vague, indefinable way, to feel that he was forced, by some inexorable power, to endure, and endure unceasingly. His mother's health was not good, so he must be quiet, his father was busy and had no time to entertain him. And he submitted, without a sigh, and played quietly, but rather sadly, on his own porch all alone. But that was before he knew Louisa. There was a little white fence between the two houses, and in one place two or three pickets were gone. One day, while the little boy was sitting on the porch in his little red rocker, rocking as heartily as if his life depended on it-just as children alwa s rock when tired and anxious for amusement-he looked toward this opening in tfie fence. A air of merry brown eyes-big, brown eyes with an alluring invitation in their dark diepths -were looking straight over at him. Below them he caught a glimpse of a very dirty white frock, and, while he was wondering and looking, one grimy, chubby little fist beckoned to him awkwardly. He hesitated but a moment, for, to a little boy who is always just as clean as soap and water can make his pale, white little face, and who always wears hateful black suits because they don't get so dirg'-to such a little boy what could possess more fascination than a dirty white frock an two very, dirty little hands. So he came up to the fence and stood there silent and timid, gazing into the other child's eyes with that open, straightforward gaze which only a child can give or receive. The look was very reassuring, for Louisa's ruddy little face certainl beamed with friendliness, and, after a moment of silence, the little boy ventured a timid: 'l-lullo, little boy!' Louisa could understand English quite well, but to speak it was a very different thing. But she was not a boy, she was sure of that, and so she explained to him kindly but very firmly in her own familiar tongue that he had made a mistake.