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,

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GRACE OR DISGRACE and he drawled: When Daniel was lifted from the lion's den he spake- Stuart, you are late. Mr. Emery rather confused his sentences for the latter part was meant for Skinny. But Skinny did not understand this, however, and thought it part of the lesson. He was proud of the fact also that he should be con- nected with such an honored person as Daniel, whom he greatly admired, although he deeply regretted that Daniel hadn't killed the lions, choked them with his bare hands, that would have been more thrilling. Skinny stalked to his seat which was in a far corner behind a terribly fat girl who was large enough to conceal three or four boys, Skinny's size. Gften Skinny had gotten out of its lessons by ducking behind Grace's ample shoulders. But not so this morning, for with Skinny's name fresh in mind although he could see him, Mr. Emery asked this question: Stuart, do you have Grace for dinner at your house ? Skinny, thinking that Mr. Emery meant the plump specimen of girl- hood in front of him, turned crimson and stuttered out that they never had. Mr. Emery turned a long, scandalized countenance in the classes' direc- tion: Children! he exclaimed, To think that a boy in our midst whose parents are members of our church and are supposed to be good, loyal Christians, who tread in the path of righteousness, who scorn the slothful, who turn from the ways of iniquity-to think that such people would be so wicked, so sinful, so like the pagan as to admit that they do not have Grace at their table. . Skinny by this time was thoroughly frightened. He had not known