Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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NIGHT The long day draws to a closeg Stars, one by one, Appear in the darkening sky: A gray crane iiaps its wings And nies off Over the marsh. From the ocean a soft wind Whispers through the pinesg Maj estically The moon rises over the ocean A silver disk Sailing toward the dawn. Night. It is night in the south land. -Betty Meyers. 1

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SALT MARSHES For miles and miles their level floors extend, A broad expanse of glowing green and gold gl A sea of Waving grass which never tires A nature lover's eyes. He looks upon The marshes' bosom broad, more changeful than the restless sea And takes its radiant beauty to his heart. The marsh is veined with channels serpentine, Reflecting back the brilliant blue of skiesg Above these sedge-grown aisles and pools The stately heron flaps his course, or stalks Sedately in his chosen hauntsg The screaming terns float in o'er distant, glistening dunes: The bittern booms and pumps. The tide comes in- The marsh grass floats and waves where islets stood betoreg The Wand'ring creeks grow large and overflow. Take you your mountains and your sea- Glve me my vast salt marshes, green and gold. -Mark W. Pangborn, Jr

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A MOONLIGHT SAIL JOHN FENSTERMAKER WO hours had passed since the sun, a ruddy orange disc of fire, had cast its last warm rays upon the lake, which was now as smooth as a mirror, ex- cept for ripplings here and there, ripplings caused by a slight breath of wind, which brushed against the surface as a mother touches her sleeping child with a gentle, goodnight kiss. The day had been a hot one, and the water still re- tained about it a blanket of delightfully gentle warmth, which was occasionally broken by a cool, refreshing puff of land breeze. The canvas of the sloop was set, and a mild but steady breeze would soon fill the sails, now flapping futilely in the fitful gusts of Wind. Sud- denly someone shouted, Push off! I cast the painter from the pier hurriedly, for coming to- ward us over the water, which shone blacker than the blackest ink, was a host of small ripples which betokened the approach of a sailing breeze. For a time there Was much commotion on board the sloop-laughter and loud voices intermingled. When We were under way, the frivolity became gradually subdued and then hushed. Nothing could be heard but the gentle lapping of the Waves against the bow. At times the sound became almost a continual ripple, broken by an occasional, momen- tary lull. Here and there a loud splash was heard as a bass leapt far out of the Water and fell back with a resounding smack. The moon, shining in a cloudless heaven, sent forth a pale, silvery illumination which cut a path across the water, but which failed to penetrate those dark depths and seemed only to enhance the impenetrability of that jet- black mirror. I glanced at my companions. All seemed to be preoccupied and in a deep revery. I did not need to seek far for the channel through which thoughts Were guiding them. The scene about us was inspiring and seemed to turn our minds toward retrospection. On the port side, against a faint, dark shoreline a few dim lights ,, , J rv M