Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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THE F-lf:-AST OF THE LANTE-R-lj-S was given effectively' in the pit. It was a beautiful spot, overlooking the lake on one side and the camp on another, and towering above it in still another direction, were the lofty turrets of the great Yerkes Observatory, situated there because of the clearness of the atmosphere and the beauty and splendor of the firmament. After the pageant, the girls intuitively fell into a recessional, gradu- ally lighting their lanterns. It was a beautiful sight to see the long recessional wending its way down the winding path with the lantern torches, lighting the trail, flickering like- fireflies through the trees. The night was too beautiful to be passed in mere sleep and many groups of girls took their lanterns to the pier and ushered in the morrow with song, for all camp rules were laid aside on this gala occasion. Soon the girls reported that over two hundred dollars had been made. By this unselfish service some deserving girl, as Aladdin of old, had come into the possession of a magic ring and lamp, the scholarship. Finally the last girl had left the pier and had gone happy but tired to her tent. Soon the stillness was broken by boys' voices, accompanied by a guitar. The serenaders had sailed from the boys' camp nearby and once again the sweet refrain sounded over the lake. In the land of dreaming, bright with colors gay, Strolled a care-free singer at the dawn of day, He was called Aladdin and he sang his wares In the land of dreaming, never touched by cares. Old lamps for new, tarnished ones for true, Aladdin is selling old lamps for new. C THE STAR I watched a star in the sky last night, A tiny twinkling point of light. On wings of flame, my thoughts soared high To reach this gem of the midnight sky, And hovering round its wonder-fire Withdrew themselves from earthly mire To brood on finer higher things Felt only, when, on flame-like wings Thoughts travel from the earth afar To the wonder fire of a midnight star. DORIS EGBERT

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THE FE-AST GP THE LANTERNS selves. After a great deal of discussion, they decided to begin a scholar- ship fund and to raise money for it during the summer months. The Feast of the Lanterns had been plamied as one means of making money. It was near the end of the summer and two hundred dollars more was needed to reach the five hundred dollar goal. The girls had figured that if every girl in camp would buy a lantern for a quarter, theyi could pay their expenses and clear the needed two hundred dollars. Several girls of the camp were arrayed in the gay colored garb of Aladdin and carried festive lanterns over their arms. They strolled by the many tents of the camp serenading and incidently selling their wares as Aladdin had done in the myth of old. When all of the girls had bought lanterns, they formed a picturesque processional, clad in their bright costumes and carrying the colorful lamps. Taking up the trail to sunset hill, a beautiful spot overlooking the lake, the crowd of girls climbed happily and untiringly, swinging the bright lanterns to and fro, and gayly singing snatches of the new song, New Lamps for old, silver ones for gold, Geneva you've brought us new lamps for old. Some of the girls played musical instruments--the guitar, mandolin, banjo and ukelele added to the enjoyment. The path up the hill had once been a famous Indian trail and this modern processional was an interest- ing contrast to the one made by that barbaric tribe centuries ago as its members tramped along chanting their weird songs. Finally the top of the hill was reached, and after all of the girls had assembled, a pageant was given in the stillness and solemnity of the twilight. The top of the hill was like an amphitheatre and the pageant

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F R E C K L E S nlIihlhiinllhdlhzhdrlllg Hilti: llhhiz ! ll-: HAZEL MCBROOM lRECKLES! The wor1d's pet abomination! From time immemorial, freckles have been a never- failing subject for hope, despair and ridicule. How unfortunate the child who is doomed to wear that terrible ensign of ridicule throughout his life, for he will never lose it. Destiny, itself, is no more inevitable than freckles. They can not be avoided, no preparation known to man can erase them: they will remain throughout the ages, as the curse of beauty. Freckles are as old as man, having iirst been detected by Etan, a native of the primeval forests. One day, while hunting for a small, luscious red berry, he decided that perhaps they might grow more luxu- riantly in sunnyi spots. So Etan moved on and on through the great, green forest, until toward sunset of the third day, a wondrous scene spread before his eyes. There in a large, open amphitheatre, a veritable store- house of the delicious berry lay. Glorious, golden sunshine flooded the entire place, turning the berries a magnificent scarlet hue. He was so enchanted that he remained in this fairyland for weeks and weeks, revel- ing in the gorgeous sunshine, the long, green grass, and the sweetly pungent berry. At length, Etan decided to return to his tribe, and invite them to share this heavenly spot. He travelled for two days, and on the morning of the third he reached his tribe. He proudly and eagerly awaited their welcome and curiosity, but to his surprise and dismay, he saw a look of horror and astonishment pass over the faces of his fellow-tribes-men, they backed off a few paces. Etan stepped forward with a lowering look of anger on his face. What is the matter? he growled. At that, a score of fingers pointed at his body. Slowly, slowly, Etan permitted his eyes to roam over his splendidly built body. An ejaculation of terror broke from his lips, as he did so- for there, in countless numbers, were ugly, brown spots, of all sizes, some large, some tiny, and some middle-sized. At the abject expression on his face, his fellow-men roared in ridicule, and Etan, from that day! on, became an outcast. Ah, little did the greedy Etan realize the misery to which he had exposed the numberless coming generations, merely through his own gluttony. Even his own isolation, suffering, and vain attempts to rid himself of the brand, will never be punishment enough. Freckles are a nightmare! In every waking or sleeping hour, they alone are uppermost in our mind. It is really heartbreaking to Wake up some fine morning with a wonderful plan of redemption, to be buoyed up by this bright, ephemeral hope: to ascend into the clouds: to go about one's duties with a pleasant contentment, and then to return in the evening to carry the plan into effect-alas, to find there is no effect other than an unpleasant irritation-to go to one's repose, saddened, disheart-