Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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THE CARDINAL Before the trees are fringed with green, Before the first brave flower is seen, Before the sun smiles down on all As it gladly hears the thrushes call, I heard a note so sweet and clear It banished away all grief and fear. For a moment there on nature's breast A crimson cardinal paused to rest: Its joy dispelled surrounding gloom Like a brilliant flower burst into bloom, Straightway from God's own throne above It bore its message of hope and love. MARY MARGARET TUTEWILER

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GRACE OR DISGRACE Daniel Webster's ghost stories, adroitly changed the subject. Don't you just love Romeo and Juliet ? Um-they were pirates weren't they? No! pouted Grace. Oh, yes, I remember them now! Oh, do recite some of it ! begged Grace. Skinny thought for a few minutes and then began: Well, Rome owed and owed and owed because Julie et and et and et. Oh, you horrid boy. I am going right smack home! cried Grace, jumping to her feet, then remembered that they hadn't had dinner yet she concluded to stay. Here the agony ended, for Mrs. Hops appeared in the doorway, remark- ing that dinner was ready. Take her arm, Stuart. Don't forget your manners, she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Skinny, with an expression of one going to his execution, gripped Grace by the arm and escorted her in. Skinny found that his task of supplying her wants was not an easy one. With her fat forefinger she would point to what she wanted and at the same time mumble some inaudible word, owing to the fact that her mouth was always full. The afternoon wore on and at last Grace declared she must go, and since no one begged her to stay, she made her departure, much to Skinny's relief. My, what Skinny endured in the days that followed! He was teased from morning till night. It did not take long for the children at school to find out, and they drew cartoons, made up jokes and riddles, and tor- mented him continually. His life both at home and at school was in a state of turmoil. Mother was the only one that felt that there was something behind the whole performance. She thought perhaps he had invited Grace because he felt sorry for her. The school children didn't think much about it except that it was extremely funny, and unusual, and decidedly entertaining. The more Mrs. Hops thought about it the less she thought that Skinny had done it for his own enjoyment. At last she decided to broach the subject. One night she said: Stuart, I think it was so kind of you to invite Grace that day to lunch. I guess the poor child isn't invited out very often. I did'n't invite her because I felt sorry for her, replied Skinny, and in answer to his mother's glance Skinny poured forth the whole story. His mother laughed and cried: You poor boy! she exclaimed, and to think you suffered so much because of one little mistake! His sisters gave a gasp and then looked at him with pride. George, his older brother, who had taken a large part in the teasing, looked very much ashamed, and his father exclaimed with a chuckle: Well, Sktirtnjiilso it was a choice between Grace or Disgrace, and I think you so 0 .n

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THIS WGRD FORMAL EDWARD COHN Mr. and Mrs. 1 +- Request the Pleasure of Mr. Edward Cohn's presence At a Formal Dinner-Dance November Eighth, at 7 o'clock R.S.V.P. -+---1 Washington Boulevard Alas! The third word in the fourth line spelled d-o-o-m for me. What would I do, what would I say, and what, what would I wear at the formal dinner-dance ? All these questions popped in front of me while I nervously and repeatedly read over the words, Request the pleasure of - 1-- at a formal dinner-dance. I stayed awake for two nights, walked the floor for two days, lost five pounds and my schoolboy com- plexion in deciding whether to accept or send regrets. My parents worried about me, my boy friends thought I was love-sick and my girl friends felt sorry for me. Caesar had his Brutus, Napoleon had his Waterloo, and I had my formal invitation. After much debating, pro and con, I decided to accept. That's what started things rolling. I had five days to prepare for the unforgetable affair. So, on Tuesday, I started my first window shopping tour. Having never worn a Tuxedo before, I didn't know the correct dress and this was the cause of my shopping trip. Store after store was passed and a dummy in Strauss' window attracted my attention to the utmost. He was attired in a black suit, and had a stiff-front shirt opening in the front, a black tie, a wing collar and patent leather shoes. Also a handkerchief in his front coat pocket. Hm-m, so that's what the socially well-dressed man will wear this year, I said to myself. That evening at the supper table, I told my family of my observations and my intentions of buying a complete outfit. After discussing the sub- ject my fond family decided I had too many intentions. Then I spread the news to my boy friend. After many comments my know-it-all friend informed me that the dummy was dressed wrongly and that he would help me select my formal clothes. Wednesday came because Tuesday had passed, and once more I resumed my tour of inspection in order to see what was being worn. Each shop had its idea of the correct style, and I was more bewildered than ever. As such always happens, Thursday and Friday passed and on Saturday I decided to end it all. I went to Strauss' and asked for my favorite clerk in rather a hesitating and embarrassing manner. After a few necessary greetings, I told him of my desires. He jokingly remarked that I was get- ting old enough to step out into society and I was greatly put out by his true but hurtful comment. After twenty suits and three tailors, I had finished the first part of my painful task. As I soon found out, my shopping had just begun. Next on the pro- gram, was a dress shirt. I debated for an hour with two beautiful sales-