Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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GRACE OR DISGRACE MARY MARGARET TUTEWILER i KINNY HOPS was thinking very deeply as he trudged to Sunday school on bright Sabbath morning. What i was he thinking about? It must be very serious, ow- ing to the solemnity of his face and the thoughtful pucker of his brow. Was it his Sunday school lesson? Oh, no! His mind never ran along that channel will- ingly. He was thinking what an abused, unfortunate boy he was. There was not a day in the week that was entirely pleasant. The first five he must go to school. School-a non-essential bore, made to aggravate boys like himself no doubt. Ah, if he could get the inventor of schools in his power! He would show him no mercy! If he had the inventors of wood-sheds, soap, spelling-books, castor-oil, and the man that first brought oat-meal and soft boiled eggs into use! He would wreck vengeance upon them! He glared fiercely at his imaginary victims. The man who brought soft- boiled eggs into vogue would be buried in oat-meal and .soft-boiled eggs. No, he would be buried and have to eat his way out. Skinny beamed with delight. Soap, spelling-books, and castor-oil, would be thrown into the sea with their inventors. The man who founded schools would be burned to death in every single school ever built. Skinny did not realize that this mode of torture was impossible, but it tickled his fancy nevertheless, and he proceeded to plan how all the former wood-sheds would be turned into free candy shops. Skinny was very pleased. He had arranged for five days of the week, now he must improve upon Saturday, the day the detested soap was used. Now he had only Sunday to be improved! Of course he mustn't improve too much because that would be wicked. He supposed it wouldn't do to abolish Sunday school entirely, but the lessons would be shorter, and they would serve refreshments at the beginning, the middle, and at the end, and in between times during the services. The children would be compelled to wear their oldest clothes, and any one who dared wear squeaky new shoes and stiff white collars, would be expelled. At last he reached the school door. Alas! his plans were but a dream. Not a comfortably dressed youth met his eye. Stiff white collars and new shoes were quite the style. Neither were there refreshments. This was quite a mistake for wasn't one of the favorite hymns, How Gentle are God's Commands? and didn't it speak of hastening to your Heavenly Father's Throne and Sweet Refreshment find? This was quite an over- sight. He must speak of it! But upon entering the crowded room, and realizing that every pair of eyes were fixed upon him, Skinny came stumbling in, as confused and bashful as pqssible. Mr. Emery, a lean, limp man, was out in front droning the lesson,