Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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rs ff serv G-'-as S915 4. 'DX' i B4 I Yssj :ox f A .SOUTHERN NIGHT MARGARET NEWCOHB T was a balmy nrght rn late August and hlgher m the heavens It shone on the old lane bordered by the honeysuclrle hedge sn- whlch was heavy wrth nts mynads of creamy blossoms rt srlvered through the wrld grape vme whlch covered the upper veranda and lard a gentle touch upon the whlte head of an old man who sat m the shadow of the vme Through the trees and shadowy arbors were barely vrslble the outlines of the house old and stately surrounded wlth tangled gardens The alr was heavy wrth the sweet fragrance of blossoms The moonbeams were veiled at times by soft bright clouds Sweetly and at first gently then swelling to a full rich tone came the words of 'Maryland My Maryland sung by an old colored 'mammy whose voice was full of a pathos suggestwe of remembered joys and as it came to the ears of the old man he shifted in his chair and then- buned hrs face in his hands Wfiia? DIL 9' Sl 9' . W3 fi s A A are Maryland mm ,saved slowly higher and s R3 p 9

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PLATMATE5 The next day found her again, driven by a yearning which she could not suppress, standing once more by the opening in the fence. All moming she had wandered around, sadly and restlessly, and now she had come here, to end the struggle and readjust her view of life. She noticed, with a sickening heart, that the pretty flowers had gone from the little boy's door-perhaps the little boy had taken them with him: for she knew now that she would never see them again.- Slowly she was striving to reorganize her world-to go back to the days when she had not known the little boy. And, from those days which seemed so far away, she found herself trying to recall Dadda, the old playmate, Dadda, who had been such a faithful companion in the days before the advent of the little boy. But Dadda, who had never failed to answer before, seemed far away and unreal nowg she seemed to have vanished into that same unfathomable abyss into which the little boy had passed and from which mother said he could never come back. And Louisa, sadly gathering up the dirty rag doll, turned and walked sorrowfully, aimlessly away. 'FP - V V ' - 4, I: ' . 'A 4 .Q ' I 'jQ51,.j, rfvsttmhef l , ixglgfa-'savvy SW r W- Q ' A ..- 53'-sf,f!'f ., 1 J .1'f',,i-f. -+- J- 1 V. 91131 5 . V f L -1

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'P I . ,g , I J QW? 'wP', '- A- 3 l my H M1 l P H' il n l n n 5 K 9 ll I 2 I 1 lvl A R T H A l ' t RUTH ALICE ROBINSON t l They called her Martha-name so quaint and sweet With dim suggestive memories replete, 4 Bringing the fragrant scent of lavender i l And half-forgotten memories from afar f , Of garden gay with Haunting holly-hoclrs l And lillies stately on their slender stalks, And clearer still-as mem'ry grows less dim, 4 As if I peered again o'er box-hedge rim Within the garden as the sun goes down E ix Like picture quaint with scarf and fresh sprigged gown- l il I see her at her rustic tea preside, K lt. 1 The china clear and thin her hand beside, 9 , The liquid amber in the gold-rimmed cupsg . :l Thrice happy he who with my lady sups. l Ah! Would I could turn back to long ago tl When Martha to me Hehe's arts did show. p V i 4 ev- ef ee - ae a ff 4-V. . 5 . ns ,,- v N 5 , ' km E rag frfvgg .AQ my - ff 1. f ' 'MP' YA J' ' mm, ,,,-,,',,,f Q Y - A