Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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qi ,, I. buunu Q U 9 A' y 1. Xu rf 1 I 4 A ' ' '-: xL:i...2.,' -14' l . . , T au h :gi . 9 ' WAX It ' - . 0 , 11 I iv ' , it in ' l ' rl .. f '1 . ' ' '. 4 - 1 - EPR COUUEYCIIQGES ' i ANDSOME, haughty limousine, rolling 'long the boulevard, Noiseless, polished limousine, gliding up the drive, . - Moving up the, avenli-eu M, L Just as tho thclffi none but you. 6 9 X Proud, hang tv, limousine. U' I Runty, grunty, li' chugging dup the hill, A Balky, dirty, little sing where u will, Q' Jolting over pavem-. gh, Braving, plowing roads unopened: democratic, Funny little Ford. -HORACE P. HILL. FGK FHS GGUIQCKYTS' ORE than one small boy in the school room that afternoon was blessing Mr. Frye for making his geography so large. All sorts of secret maneuvers were carried on safely behind that rampart. w There was a steady stream of wireless and written messages. lt was no interruption at all to murmur nonchalantly a don't James Durfield, Jr., having duly received his usual three zeros and feeling free from all further class obligations, looked stealth- ily around the room to observe the doings of the world about him. Finding no outside amusement, and his nobler feelings ruling at ' that moment, he felt inspired to serve his country. After the preliminary furtive glances at the teacher, he produced a series of intertwined strands of multi-colored wool, terminating in a speckled, twisted oblong, fast- ened to two huge wooden knitting needles. Grabbing hold of one of them he viciously stabbed his handiwork at the point oi connection with the other needle, and slowly describing a perfect arc I fl 'y I 'V know now and then, if you happened to hear your name called.

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'U'-CHE IDYKYMIGC--lr' He felt, in a troubled way, his lips moving. They were faintly forming a tune. It was My Soldier Boy, the tune he had so often heard his brother whistle. Someone coming down the hall was humming it, he thought. Sis, of course-and, oh, yes, Art would be whistling it, too, out there, somewhere. An ache clutched his throat. His head fell back against the soft leather of the chair. His clenched hands relaxed. The locket fell to the floor and its crystal shattered. A shudder passed over his body and his eyes closed in pain. The barriers were down, the flood-gates were open. His cup of bitterness had overflowed. . A cool hand was laid across the Derelict's forehead. Sis was there. Sis understood. , ' I A ..... ppak - HELEN ATEN. R. EVE IQIIIG In CHE GGUIZ CRY E WERE sitting upon a large veranda, screened from the road with peony and rose of Sharon bushes. From the large garden on the left, arose millions upon millions of fire-flies, like perpen- dicular waves, which receded and then began again. Night was falling upon the wide and solemn country-side. The last without malice, yet reluctantly. The moon was just ascending K---N behind a cluster of trees, which stood whispering and sagely nodding, as if to announce their radiant visitor. Lavishly did she repay them, showering 'lher silver beams unrestrainedly. She reached the top, and the fields shown in tinsel glory. The corn shocks rose like so many wigwams. Fields and fields, until the, eye reached the horizon, where the first stars were visible. Ah, the stars! Shining, twinkling myriads of them! We could say, think, feel no more. Our souls were wraptg our hear blood, pulsing red, throbbed with purest ecstasy. A far-away cry of a near owl broke through the stillness. A cricket chirped his song. The winds gently tossed our hair. Were we inspired? As each star rayed its brightness ungrudgingly, lovingly, so we resolved to give the best in us. The brightness of each individual star makes the heavens a world of diamonds: the virtue of every man will bring peace on earth, good will to men. - - -HELEN WHITMAN. w w w, gray vestige of dusk surrendered as one great general to another,

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.. T. Qu, .'.,. . . A . . QV!-t J-S' 5- I, ' l K if G 0 un CK Y 'UI iff tliefpai-rl,with the thread, he tiiiurnphantlnv drew,fforth a new stitch. These were repeated three time-s,Qivhen hediscovered some hitch in the con- iigiitfonsffbehind the needles. i.He ballXs,,ofQyarn in various pockets inside his-'.coat,5.a1id the yarn had been cgiiiefully brought down through the inside of tliesleeves of his coat and out .at the--ivristsi,',where it was very conveniently at liandi .-,, Tlreefiebra effect he wished 'to produce had necessitated bringing the red yarn down one sleeve andggpurple -down' the other. Somehow these lines had crossed and Jimmy found, Qto: his disgust, that he could not move his arms outside of a certain sphere without breaking his fetters, -and hence the unrav- eling of his masterpiece. With great presence of mind, Jimmie sat quite still to figure his way out of this labyrinth. l I i His unwonted silence roused the ever-readysusnicions of the teacher. ,She exposed him by calling on him to recite. His brow knit histrionically, his mouth screwed mechanically, but Jimmy gave-ngmgsign of having heard. His ambushed brain even failed to respond to a sig '-ptitious punch from his rear. A truculent movement on the of Missilmg 4 ie spurred his vanguard to move into effective action. Rasrny seizing?-,, . -ruding end of one of the knit- ting needles, he jerked it loose from its bindings. With the hoarse, despairing cry of the knitter who has dropped a. stitch, .the would-be patriot sprang from his seat. He emitted a yaow of rage as he broke his fetters and sent balls of wool rolling up and down the aisle. The stealthy giggles changed to unrestrained laughter as the painstakingly prepared square was exposed to the public gaze. A nearby Wag, gleefully making a waving banner of it, turned' his yell of derision to one of pain as his most aristocratic facial member came into force- ful contact with the fist of the artist. A t He quickly converted his pennant into a weapon of defense. Not in the least daunted, -the infuriated knitter, clutching the needle, succeeded in obtaining a broken part of it, with the remnant of the square. ',fThe few' attempted intermediators soon retired in disorder as they got their share of wildly aimed blows from both parties. And so the two combat- ants shed their :blood alone. The loops and ends of wool left on Ji,nlmy's? er- son' began toentangle themselves in the clothing of his opponent,,and eir deadlock became effectively strengthened by the causus belli. Finding them- selvesin such propinquity they had to be contented with short-range but con- centrated attacks on the shins. a V At last a troop of janitors, armed with scissors, was ,called to cut the gor- dian knot, and Jimmy's militarism received its initial stern oensoring as he watched his first offering for his country rudely snipped topieces. U -MIRA BOWLES.