Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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SPRING WOODS IN APRIL

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MEMORIES OF OLD SHORTRIDGE scramble to find chairs to place around the long, bare tables. Many of us, even freshmen, were allowed to eat elsewhere and what experiences we can recall of those places! Here also was the original Caleb Mills Hall, a place used for study, entertainment, and conversation. Here, first of all, we were wel- comed to Shortridge. This was the starting point of our high school career, which has now drawn to a close. To this place the Harrison freshies marched to auditorium. They were thrilled by the pep meet- ings and stimulated to attend the games and root for the school heroes. On the same stage we saw our first Junior Vaudeville. And who among you has not tried to count the lights in its great dome? Early arrivals always sought the auditorium, where pedagogical guards placed each pupil inconveniently two seats apart. However, more liberty was en- joyed at lunchtime when everyone sought seats nearest his best friends -or friend. Here the football stars have autographed many a ticket. Will we let the memory of those huge lockers which were such a problem during the first days slip from us? Now it hardly seems possible that at one time we could manage to share a locker with so many others. Can't you just see those spacious wooden cavities with the black and white paper labels stating the hour of locking and unlocking? There it was that we met our friends before classes as we gathered to jam our wraps into those dark depths. Our last memory of the old Shortridge might be considered the last auditorium exercise that was held. Then Mr. Buck told us of the new building, its arrangement, and the lovely new furnishings which were to be treated with care and not to be marred. All during the talk a clat- ter of the seat numbers could be heard dropping from the hands of some eager students, who were trying to secure a keep-sake of the old school. As a final ceremony, two boys stood at either side of the stage, one with the American flag, the other with the Shortridge flag, while the student body sang the Shortridge song. This, indeed, was a dramatic close for a dramatic year. Even then Wrecking was going on around us, and gradually the great Wrecker reached across to tear out the bricks of the old build- ing. Now as We ride past, the black, bleak windows of the empty new building look hauntingly at us. We are the last class who, as a whole, have cherished memories of those old buildings, and who understand the traditions and feelings that center about the Old Shortridge. SETH THOMAS Tick, tock, tick, tock, Sings the old Seth Thomas clock, Closed with door of frosted glass Rich in memories of the past. Tick, tock, tick, tock, Sings the old Seth Thomas clock, Burnished pendulum of gold Swings out tales of days of old. -Gerelda Landreth

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SPRING I love to think of spring as something new, A time of gentle rains and tender tunes, Of tall trees, lifting green arms wet with dew, Or swishing skirts of snowy apple blooms In answer to a breeze that softly croons Of moonlight on a bed of daffodils, Of mating birds, and promises of June. And, though I shut my eyes, my whole soul thrills To think of summer waiting, unseen, in the hills. -Esther Hoover Q Wooos IN APRIL I visited the April woods one day, And there I saw such lovely signs of spring, I felt 'twas Nature's sweet assuring way Of showing men that death has lost its sting. From every branch birds' voices sing The glad rejuvenation of the treesg Wild plums, o'er all, their precious perfume fling, Through branches comes a fragrant, playful breeze, The ground lies carpeted with wild anemones. -Mary Vance Trent