Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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M O T H E R L O V E i Q.: H y lf,, i 3. T1 X l ' 1 Q tw:-1 S' . HILE TRAVELING through a sparsely settled re- gion I came upon some cattle and horses grazing along the roadside. I slowed down the machine and sounded my horn thinking that the few animals , till in the road would get out of my way Finally qi all but one moved off into the grass along the side. K in This one was a good-looking colt He started first 9 one wayg then, the other His actions were most 5 unusual, hesitating, and uncertain--not what one 5. B0 T would expect from an animal so young. I stopped ' the machine and was on the point of getting out to drive the animal out of my way, when I saw a mare coming toward me. The mare whinneyed, the colt's uncertain movements stopped, and he started directly toward his mother, whose voice guided him to safety. I afterward learned that the colt Was blind. A little distance down the road a grove invited me to leave my machine and eat my lunch in the shade of its beautiful trees. While resting and enjoying the beauty of the scene, I was attracted by a bird hopping slowly through the leaves away from a clump of bushes. It was dragging one wing as if it were dislocated or broken and I thought that if I could catch the bird, I might be able to relieve its distress. I found it was moving faster than I thought and I had gone some distance before I overtook it. As I stretched forth my hand to pick it up, it suddenly opened wide both wings and soared far beyvond my reach. I laughed aloud to think how I hadnbeen duped. Now I knew that back in that clump of bushes was a nest with eggs or possibly young birds. In the short space of an hour I had witnessed two examples of mother love. I got into my car and drove off, musing upon the universality of this instinct. My thoughts went back over the years when I had been the recipient of just such love and care from my mother. It was then that I recalled the words of the poet who said, God could not be everywhere, so He made mothers. WIND AT NIGHT I heard the song of the wind last night, As it came from over the sea, And its mellow tones were all as light As a master's melodyu I loved the songs of the wind at night, When the waves were light and gay, But morning came, and with the light, The wind bard went away. -Lucile Springer.

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FINGERMARKS Exercise, ylou mean? Oh! I consider the Walk every afternoon suiii- cient recreation. Anne's eyes and John's met. Before them in review passed the noisy, rowdy games played in the nursery on rainy days Q the picnics in the back- yfard-Sherwood forest for the time being-on sunshiny afternoonsg the countless tea-parties that they enjoyed with the children on Sunday after- noons on the little side porch, christened The Birdies' Nest by the chil- dren. They looked at the pale, lifeless child before them and shuddered. Anne thought of her babies looking like this with all the life and joy pressed out of them, like little cold statues modelled in ice, and drew back in dismay. She looked again at the ivory woodwork and felt a tug of sympathy for the immaculate whiteness, for never had vigorous baby feet touched it to mar its shining surface. The tinted, green walls became hard and cold and the softly shaded lamps which had never been pulled askew by fat, tiny, grasping hands seemed distant and unreal. Anne sud- denly wondered if Eleanor had ever rumpled or even touched her mother's shining head. Probably not. No one ever touched people's heads that looked like that. And the still, still house in which everyone talked in lowered voices and which was at first so restful, frightened Anne-froze her very heart. It was like being in a mausoleum with a dead persong and it was a mausoleum, for the soul of a child lay buried there. That night Anne stepped into the nursery and closed the door. Kneel- ing down beside the four besmeared beds she said: I thank thee, dear Lord, for my four, dirty children, and please may my house be always full of 'iingermarks'. nv' 74' vw If ff! D gas f Q I bile I ? 5 ' W' My I l '41l Wru Qiig fiqx :X :02fff'::::'. 1 K3 l W nf Vf 1 HW N QQ? 'R . .,. .j at W T' iz. A l .J Q ' ky .jf k V K. 9. if 1 'N f' ., ' 5 Q. .W 1, hi. vc: M, gl- Q' :Q W. -I' X ' - ' 1? Af' 2 Q1 , ' if I ' 21:1 - '6 'Mei it G q A ' A -1 , K , Q Y Y N ' ' 1 4 V 1 .X A fly AV HIV q 4 X I nr D Q 51 ' . D ., A IX igi' phi fy .f A 'f ns- I E! ' A - ' iiiiiiil 455 qv gun S 5 YJ :::.:g' -P' 1 X CEL it

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