Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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BORDERLAND SKETCHES The town of Zaleszczyki was one of the places involved in the Rus- sian-Polish boundary dispute of 1920. One hot summer night, as our family was sitting on our steps chat- ting to our neighbors, we were suddenly aroused by flames rising high towards the sky in the location of the business section. We childen were at once put to bed, and the older members of the family proceeded to go down-town to flnd out what had happened. They were not able to see much, as soldiers kept them back, but they heard that the Russians had taken the town, having driven out the Polish troops. The next morning the streets were full of innumerable soldiers. Their high fur hats, with beautiful bands hanging down from the back, and their long, black coats with whips extending from the side, proclaimed them Russians. What a sight they began to make out of this peaceful town! All the surrounding mountains and rivers seemed to tremble when the soldiers herded through the streets, laying about them with their naheikas Cwhipsl. These consisted of long narrow strips of leather, tipped with pieces of lead. Woe to anything living that came in contact with these whips! It was as if one were burned or cut when one was struck by these loaded weapons. Everywhere in the business section, smoke was still rising from the burned buildings. In the residential sections, on the smoking ruins of houses, were set up huge kettles, from which the Russians served free tea to the soldiers and also to the public. By this time, the crying of the people had been quieted, and all that could be heard was the clatter of the horses' hoofs and the hilarious singing of the soldiers. This con- tinued all day. At night, the soldiers began to go about to the houses and call for wudka fwhiskyj. Early the next morning, a group came to our bakery and ordered my grandmother to bake bread for them. She did so, but when she asked to be paid, they threatened her life. Next, the soldiers took away the people's clothing, except that which they wore, and burned it in an incinerator. Millionaire and poor man, alike, were forced to sweep the dusty unpaved streets. Anybody who resisted giving his money to the soldiers was whipped, or, as happened in many cases, was killed. The people were helpless. It seemed as if the Russians would con- tinue to hold the town under their control. In about two weeks, how- ever, the Polish troops succeeded in r-ecapturing the town. These occurances were a few of the many things which induced me to come to America. 1

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MEMORIES OF OLD SHORTRIDGE r C . .fi CHARLENE HEARD it 4 g LD Shortridge!-What memories of our freshman days do the old vine-covered buildings recall to us-we who are the last class that remembers being a part of it, and can call to mind the hallways and dilapidated class- rooms that made up the old and new buildings. How strange the crowds of students seemed to us, who first began our high school life there! It was so hard to find our rooms on the first few days! It was more puz- zling than ever to the Harrison group, who were so exclusively alone during the morning, and who were plunged into the be- wildering chaos of the real Short- ridge during the afternoon. How -Q - 1 familiar the rest of the students seemed to be with all its be- loved crannies and nooks, and soon we, too, strode about with more assurance. We grew to know the auditorium, the mammoth old study hall, the bridge, the old stair- case, the lunch room, and even the dingy press room. A few of us can remember the cubby hole and its traditions. Gradually we became conscious of a growing love and loyalty for these new surroundings. Let us go back today into the small old building, into the wide hall from which the lovely stairway rose. To the right was the old book ex- change, with two small windows, where the floor-boards were worn into great curves from the impatient feet that had stood in line there. Nearby was the sloping corridor, which led to the baffling annex, where more great, spacious rooms were located. They looked out on the alley, where screeching, noisy trucks often interrupted a Weary class. Now you can almost hear the stamping feet that dashed out at the sound of the bell. Arm in arm, four and six abreast, they crowded up the picturesque old stairway, at the top of which stood the old grand- father clock, as well as the trophy case. At the head of the next flight was the popular old study hall. Row after row of desks stretched from side to side. Great, wide Windows looked out on all the sur- rounding landmarks and down into the court. Before class, the base- ment window sills were crowded with boys sitting on them, or stand- ing about discussing the coming football game. What a promenade it was between classes! Here, also, were parked the cars of the faculty. It was a different picture on snowy or rainy days-then indeed was the bridge o' sighs a crowded thoroughfare! This narrow passage from the old building to the new one was such a historical place and so novel to us. In the new addition, which had now grown as seasoned and ancient as the old one, was located the gym and the lunch room. Crowds of students dashed down every day to wait in line until they reached the U-shaped steam-tables, and who of you has not been tempted by one of the great, brown rolls, filled with white cream? There was always a