Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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TIIIS YVCDRIJ uFCDRDdA.U' -1- 7+ Yi- 'V+ V-1' V+ YJ- 7+ -1- Y'Z'4-1- 4-I-H+ 11'-4-I-4 441-4-f-4-1-5-Z' and about 5 o'clock I started for the jinx clothes. I kept repeating like a brave boy, minute by minute in every way you will have less to worry about when it is over. At six bells my studs were bothering me, and so per usual they fell in some dark corner, where my father found them. The next incident to create a gray hair in my scalp was the putting on of my wing collar. First one side opened, then another side flopped widely into the air. Since patience is always rewarded, I finally succeeded in getting the collor on my neck. With surprisingly little difficult, I got my tie on. My parents bade me to call the taxi driver, which I did. As miracles will happen, the taxi came before I had even put on my coat. I rushed out and finished dressing in the cab. When I reached the appointed place I was just in time for a scrumptous dinner. After that dinner I was myself once more, and I enjoyed the evening dance as well as any one. I now wish to contradict my first prayer that I made in this story, by the following lines: Please, dear Lord forget my first prayer, About my asking for no more invitations for formal affairsg As I have no longer any fear Of any invitations that the postman may bear. p TO THE CLASS OF 77 For the many years that follow Here are wishes good and trueg May the best that this world offers Be none too good for you! Though the skies be dark and dreary, And you shed a tear and sighg May you smile as you remember The days at Shortridge High! NELLIE SIELKEN I iii? , aspen ...v if fe . 4... 1 r.eo A if 'I

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THIS WORD FORMAL ladies as to whether a shirt, buttoning in the front or one buttoning in the back was in vogue. It might have been their questionable statements that finally induced me to take a shirt buttoning in the back, but I doubt it. I had heard of women mara- i'l'I ' thon shoppers, but by this time il II 1 I I felt I had surpassed all records l ever established by a being of the so-called weaker sex. My next purchase took place in the p collar and tie department. This It is where I purchased my wings, l L I mean I obtained my wing col- fl l 1 I I lar in this section. I endeavored 1 I 1 il ' I for quite a while, muchj to the disgust of the impatient clerks waiting on me, to find a collar suitable for my swan-like neck. I soon learned this was nigh im- possible and finally took the first one shown to me. Next, but far from last, was my tie. The fe- male clerk who was struggling with me finally gave up hope and did nothing but stand at the E:-nn. counter and glare at me. Fright- ened at her black looks, I took the next tie offered me. While waiting for the dog ornament and its em- bellishment to be wrapped up, I selected two studs in record-breaking time. By the time I left the store, I felt every one had watched me and there- fore quickly made my way to a nearby shoe store. Feeling exhausted and foolish I accepted the first pair of shoes offered me. It seemed as if the salesman was delighted at this, and feeling rather disgruntled, I changed my mind regarding the shoes. I didn't want any one to be happy while I was in this nervous mood and the salesman soon became aware of it. Everything has an ending, so I finally purchased the shoes and a pair of black socks. The method of boarding my street car with a half-dozen packages was quite a problem. Wobbling back and forth, with one hand on a seemingly elastic strap, I stepped on more than one foot. Fourteen hours later, I awoke and prepared for my morning meal. The word formal had made me a nervous wreck. I was in a stupor! I Washed my face, but not my neckg put on my tie without a collar under it and ate my eggs at breakfast with a spoon, much to the amazement of my folks. I had nothing to do, so I went to church and prayed for myself to be delivered from future formals. When church was over, there was a feeling in me that said, your prayers did no good. How true this was! I slept most of the afternoon,

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THE LURE OF BIRDS FREDERICK BAUMGARTNER T THE PRESENT TIME we hear a great deal about avocations. Boys turn to athletics as a means of recreation, while men recuperate from the wear and tear of business by playing golf. Although much may be said in favor of the vari- ous athlettic sports, the question has often arisen in my mind why could not a part of this time be more profitably spent in some field of nature study? For the one who has a few leisure hours at night astronomy may prove an interesting and worth-while diversion. For the nature-lover there is geology with its fascinating study of the earth's formation. For others the study of plants, flowers, and trees may make a stronger appeal. My special plea is for bird-study from which many benefits both physical and mental may be derived. 0 How many of you have risen from your comfortable beds on a spring or summer morning and have sallied forth at the first peep of dawn in search of the winged denizens of the woods and fields? If you have never had this experience, you have missed a rare opportunity to become inti- mately acquainted with the beauties and secrets of nature. There is a freshness and charm in the early morning hours which fade with the progress of the day. Every gentle breeze sends a shower of moisture pattering down through the leaves, every spider web, heavily laden with dew, sparkles like a string of costly jewels. Perchance a cottontail, just returning from his feed of sweet clover, scurries across your path and disappears in a friendly patch of underbrush. A frisky red squirrel, carry- ing an ear of corn stolen from a nearby field, postpones his early break- fast long enough to chatter at the disturber of his peace. Then the stillness is broken by the clear, fife-like song of a meadowlark as he wings his way over the grass-covered meadows. This seems to arouse the other carolers of the tree tops and soon a flaming cardinal sends forth that lively and familiar whistle which is answered by his mate. A redheaded wood- pecker on the dead limb of a gnarled and weather-beaten oak begins his loud drumming-a call to arms in the morning stillness. If luck favors you and you have chosen a spot with water near at hand, you may even see the majestic flight of a great blue heron, as he slowly and rhythmically flaps his way down stream, seeking an ideal spot for his early morning fishing. Suddenly a kingfisher, perched upon a snag overlooking a dark pool, closes his wings and with an arrow-like swiftness dives headlong to the water beneath. This effort is successful and he returns to his perch with a shining minnow hanging from his beak. By this time you are filled with pity for the drowsy sleepers at home and are fully convinced that this is just the right day and the right spot for a successful bird hunt. To prove to you that this enthusiasm for bird-hunting is not merely W