Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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f 'za E Wlllllllll MM THREE BASKETEERS for people who are blessed with such predicaments as myself. I'll Wire home for money-that's it-guess I'm not so dumb after all, this conglom- eration of thoughts ran through Jack's head as he arrived at Fourth street with one and a half minutes to go. Whoopee, George-here's a break--a hill and ice to slide my Way to glory. Gee-there's a little light on the subject, too, he murmured, casting his eyes at a flickering gas street lamp. Sliding down the hill, Jack noticed two figures dimly outlined against the coal black horizon. Slowly but surely he made his way to the base of the incline-arriving there on all fours - for he stumbled and fell flat on the pavement, as he approached the two outlines. Looking about to see what had happened, he recognized the coach and a team-mate and shrieked for joy. Is you is or is you ain't, coach? Golly-this is luck 'cause I'm sure of a way home, now. Those fellows would be 'fraid to leave without you-they know they'd have to circle the gym so many times that life would never be the same. What are you raving about, boy? the coach asked. Then Jack related his painful tale to the coach and his team-mate as the three basketeers trudged two blocks to the station. They all enjoyed a good laugh over it, but Jack was still mindful of his harrowing experience. When they reached the station, Jack yelled, Eureka! Eureka! thinking that the impossible had been accomplished. He was, however, only to be Hsquelchedl' by his team-mates who informed him that the trolley was an hour late. Then, amid the hearty laughs and cheers of the other basketeers, Jack sank wearily into the darkest corner. 1-5- i 2 -'55

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mmmmg. THREE BASKETEERS er's welcoming words. It's taken the old, hop-skip j unkers thirty minutes to struggle ive miles, so we'll have to start a race against time to get to the station. A They all piled in and were beginning to breathe regularly again, when sud- denly- Sputter! Sputter! Bang! Bang-and the car rattled violently. 'KChicago, cried Johnny. Hold the tables, don't let the chairs fly-the gunmen approach. Well, fellas, this is a tough break--we're out of gas, said the stranger, knowingly. So long, guys-see you at practice Monday 'cause I'm leavin' you and heading for the trolley, called Jack, as he ran down the dark, slippery, de- serted street at a fairly good clip. He was holding his satchel in his arms and it bounced up and down, regularly-each time with a heavier and flatter thud. He visualized his team-mates spending the night in that forsaken, southern Indiana town. . K'Hey, Rhinie, some one yelled, Jump in 'cause we can't stopf' The junker had recovered from its spasm of stubbornness and Was now struggling its way through the narrow street at thirty miles an hour-and poor Jack expected to get in while it was going at such a gait. Wait a second-I'm not as fast as all that, panted Jack. Too bad, ole boy, we'll tell the coach not to expect you until you get home, called the basketeers to Jack who was stumbling his Way along the dark street. Gee-what a mess to be in-it's bliss one minute and blisters the next from slipping in these chuck holes, thought Jack. Heck-seven more blocks to go and only six minutes in which to do 'em in, he mumbled, looking at the dilapidated, wooden street sign. I'll be-I don't know anyone in this 'burg'-home is 'bout fifty miles away-Iive only got two fifty on me-I sure am sunk. Three painful minutes elapsed and Jack had only reached Fifth street, and was fairly tired out. What a night for sailors--it's colder than ten or twelve North poles and there's a blinding snow to boot. Wish I hadn't left my gloves in that locker- room-my fingers feel like liquid oxygen, worse, if possible. Those lucky guys-all warm and probably on their way home-what a horrifying thought. Heck. I feel as if I had water on the brain, floating ribs, and nautical com- plications! This crazy satchel weighs a ton. If I had a million dollars, I'd donate half of it to buy chairs for the 'standing army' and the other half

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