Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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murmur 1ll!!JEx WILL IT BE ROSES? 1 f .1.,. -... . i ilwii , J. L I S, . 1L,. . ,I mil? A ' l - c h WAX ...jk fd I I ilta A , v 3 . 1 ll.. ..A., V M 'A f I P I 'I it '.- 2 iii:-if-'f ' 'i ' Y -' M -ffziigi X fl ' f , 1 :Eh , . W f K 'x , N A W ISS, yfffUsp,.7m,, X ' j Wonder how far she'd go to make you uncomfortable, Jim? mused Dave. I can't say. You remember when we were in the eighth grade, and her father was on the school board, she got him to take it up with the principal that all the fellows on the traffic squad should wear red caps. Of all the nerve! Then and there Dave broached his plan. I bet that'll hold her, he said when he had finished. Tru was openly enthusiastic, and Jim was sceptical, but willing. The next day the senior girls held a meeting, and, true to custom, the ma- jority wanted roses-yellow roses. Even Jim was pleased. 'iBut if you had chosen red- he said to Tru, threat- eningly. Be sure to keep it dark that you like yellow, she admonished. f'All right. I'm starting on my lavender shirt campaign tomorrow, he promised. Later the same afternoon Tru ran up the hall after Evelyn, who was start- ing home. They've just posted the list of how we're going to march in at graduationj' she said excitedly. Come and see where youill be, Evelyn. ' ' ' J' Rostron, reported Evelyn joyously. 'iWon't I I ll walk right behind im

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ummm . WILL IT BE ROSES? shouted after Evelyn, Have you any traits of character today, Miss Stuck- up?n Strangers and new students were usually attracted by the slim, fair-hair- ed girl with the small, petulant mouth, but her own class had learned to tolerate her with easy contempt, long before they had reached their senior year in high school. That is, she was tolerated by all except Jim Rostron, whom Evelyn had taken a special delight in teasing ever since she had discovered his special point of weakness. Jim had startling bright red hair, and with it a sensitive, artistic temperament that instinctively rebelled against colors that failed to blend with his crowning glory. It was not surprising that he should dislike the girl who constantly irritated him on the subject. But Evelyn dressed well, danced well, and occasionally gave parties that no one cared to miss, so she did not find herself entirely an outcast. As senior vice-president, Tru Edgerton was especially anxious that her class should look Well on its final appearance. The boys had already decided on their graduation dress, when the girls, with very little opposition, voted to wear white. Evelyn was conspicuous for her absence at this meeting, and Tru later approached her with fear and trembling to deliver the decision. Oh, is that so? Evelyn remarked carelessly. Well, we'll look like a long line of uniformed children in an industrial home, but don't let that worry you. I have an absolutely sweet creation, all sparkling brilliants, that I can wear. Tru had sighed and let the matter rest. It was too much to hope that Evelyn would be content with the soft comparatively simple white that the other girls would wear. And now, two weeks before commencement, they were considering the flowers they would carry. The whole school was mildly interested. Roses had become almost an established custom, but this year Sue Taylor was cham- pioning the cause of sweet peas, and a certain other group favored bouquets of mixed varieties. But whatever we chose, Tru confided with a certain complacency to Dave, I know they'l1 all be game and stick by it. I only wish I could be sure of Evelyn, she continued wistfully. That orchid idea of hers may be just a grand gesture, but we don't know. And there's no use appealing to Mrs. Strat- ton, she would only 'dislike to curb Evelyn's individuality? Dave grinned reminiscently. That struck me as one swell phrase. And Evelyn's been busy living up to it ever since. Why, she doesn't even act hu- man, except when she's teasing Jim Rostron about his red hair. She seems to get a kick out of that, somewayf' Itis merely cruelty to dumb animals. That's not a good sign, said Tru mischievously. Jim had just appeared on the scene,

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IIUIIRIIHIRIIHID WILL IT BE ROSES? make life miserable for him with the orchidest orchids I can get! Tur tried to look mildly shocked. She had previously had words with the chairman of the committee on commencement arrangements. On the following day, Jim made his debut, in his brother's lavendar shirt and purple tie. Evelyn pretended to swoon away when she saw him. Do you furnish smoked glasses with your scenic effects, little brother of the rainbow? she demanded. J im's ears were pink, but he managed to look pained and surprised. Don't I look all right? he asked doubtfully. Gee, I love lavender. Do you really? said Evelyn thoughtfully. Absolutely, Jim rushed on, as Dave gave him a warning glance, and Tru held her breath. Why couldn't you girls have chosen some decent colored flower like lavender sweet peas, or something, to wear at graduation? Yellow roses-yellow! He looked actually sick. For heaven's sake, murmured Evelyn, looking dazed. And then the old teasingly look returned, and she said impishly, Too bad you don't like 'em, Jim, because I come right next to you, and mine are going to be big, and very, very yellow! As she disappeared out the door, Dave winked slowly at Jim. Will it be roses? he asked. And Tru, with a shaky smile, answered him, Yes, it will be roses! The Life of An Oarsman Stroke, recover, stroke, recover! This is the life of an oarsman:- Swift in night and true as an arrow, Gliding so smoothly over the water! But it's stroke, recoverg stroke, recover g It's this from the start to the end, But the thrill of a win and the woe of defeat Are what bring the blood to a fever heat:- Stroke, recover, stroke, recover:- This is the life of an oarsman! -Henry Chapin.