Broad Ripple High School - Riparian Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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M i£ erari] INTELLECT ... A colloquial adage reminds us that it 2 takes all kinds of people to make the world , yet, one class of these persons who comprise the world is far beyond my powers of understanding. I positively cannot fathom the, let us say, intel- lectual type of individual him who is famous for foolish actions. Elderly Mrs. Dim Witt, noted for her shrewdness, and common sense, was completely baffled, off the ball so to speak. Having just assembled to com- pletion the ingredients for two covered pies, one a raisin, the other a mince- meat, this clever lady could not find a suitable manner in which to mark the goodies so as to identify them after baking. However, after considerable contemplation and cogitation she devised this ingenious method. One pie, the mince-meat, she labeled T. M. , meaning ' tis mince; while, the raisin pastry bore the classification T. M. — ' tain ' t mince. Then there is a Mr. Dum Cluck, who lives both on the fringe of intelligence, and the outskirts of town. Being desirous of a pole which she might use to prop up her c lothes line, the Mrs. sent him to a nearby thicket to procure a sapling which could be converted to such a support. Mr. Cluck was successful in finding one of suitable length, but on connecting it with the clothes line, he found it would not stay put unless he cut a notch at the top. Explaining to his neighbor, Mr. Ima Smarty, that he would have to place a V notch in the end of the newly-acquired clothes prop, he asked to borrow a stepladder. Mr. Smarty who had been taught never to interrupt a person while he is speaking impatiently heard the expounder to the end, whereupon he burst forth, in a torrent of disgust, You Fool! You don ' t need a stepladder! All you got to do is lean the pole against the house, go upstairs, and saw the notch, by lean- ing out of the second story window. Equally as comprehensive though, was Justa Sapp. Miss Sapp it was who never preferred to answer the door when the bell informed her of a visitor, but remained hidden until the rejected departed. One day, however, as she assumed her concealed role, awaiting the withdrawal of a door-bell ringer, there flashed to her mind that this might be the delivery boy, bringing the new gown which she had ordered sent to her home. Hurriedly, she threw open the portal, and exclaimed in gushing tones, Oh, I didn ' t hear you the first two times that you knocked! These people! Golly! Judy McCullough.

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cjYa ouat uates Standing — Mr. K. V. Ammerman. Row 1 — E. Coull, V. Lawson, E. Johnson, B. Ferguson, K. Tresser, R. Hoy, K. Yaryan, I. Duncan, R. Atkinson, L. Fricke, C. Shultz, W. Kennedy, R. Haine, R. Camp. Row 2 — M. E. Rader, B. Bosers, M. Darrough, P. Nieman, R. Dusend- schon, A. Fultz, J. O ' Malia, A. Bailey, G. A. Thrush, T. Scott, W. Welch, C. Smith, A. Adams, W. Gait. Row 3— H. Herther, C. Clark, D. Foxworthy, R. Bruner, G. Heath, C. Sterling, B. Mull, M. Whittaker, J. Claffey, J. Smith, C. McCoy, D. Jones, R. Bishop, B. Davis. Row 4— A. Perry, K. Barker, G. Barker. Steps, Row 1— R. Gammon, M. Holland, C. Haine. Row 2— B. Barnhill, M. Rader, B. Clouse, W. Fryberger. Row 3 — B. McLean, F. Meckling, M. Fisher, C. Fox. Row 4 — K. Isenhour, P. Wikles, R. Fivecoats, V. Tyner, B. Earle. Windows, Row 1 — N. Myers, J. A. Ranstead, R. Knue, M. Reckert, A. Mooie, C. Carman, A. Opperman, D. Zigler. Row 2— G. Paden, B. Keeler, H. Hadley, C. Petty, B. Moulton, M. A. Maxwell, M. Hopper, J. Jones, D. Johnson, E. Buses, L. Reeve, R. Jordan. Row 3 — L. Duvall, F. Wright, B. Parke, R. Deffendall, W. Johnson. Row 1 — P. McKinley, B. McLeod, B. Mareane, M. J. Marvel, M. L. McClain. Row 2— R Holtzman, D. Roa.k, C. Wiight, R. Kibbe, M. Scott, J. McCullough. Row 3— T. Templeton, B. Goff, B. J. Goff, J. Dehn, B. Mayhew, L. Hedegard, G. Cox, M. Clark, M. Anderson, C. Ailing Row 4— D. Lukenbill, H. Hartman, R. Fackler, M. Michael, T. Fuller, R. Bur- rows, J. Schloot, L. O ' Brien. Row 5 — C. Guion, C. Breedens, M. Hunsaker, S. Brooks, R. Bosson, M. Renten, W. Wolfe, R. Maxwell, D. R. Herther. Row 6— R. Greek, R. Stanley, R. Ramsey, S. Lyons, T. Westervelt. Row 7— J. Winter, C. Keeler, R. Chestnutt, J. Milli- can, J. Shepherd, J. Beckerich, H. Morris. 4

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p, oerns PROCRASTINATION The curse of mankind, To my great sorrow — I should do it right now, But I ' ll do it tomorrow! Merton Brooks. REGRET My lips tremble as I speak your name, Though I ' ve tried so hard to forget; In time I ' ll speak it as others do, But oh, not yet, not yet. Perhaps some day I ' ll think of you Without this deep regret, And remember you as others do; But oh, not yet, not yet. Dorothy Minor. LAST YEAR ' S SONATA Adagio, melancholy prelude — a suspension delaying disaster, Allegretto, sweet assurance made by summer ' s languor — Peace, Agitato, wild crashing dissonance — War. Kathryn Westphal. FALLING LEAVES Dry leaves float down with every gust Because old autumn says they must! Mary Huffman. LIKES AND DISLIKES I like good clean fun. I like movies, not the long prosaic ones but the ones of action and romance. I like to drive on cool summer evenings or just after the rain. I like to travel — to see America first. I like to eat — to visit swanky restaurants and clubs. I like girls — the quiet and reserved type. I like money. I like bowling — I delight in seeing the ball spin down the alley toward the funny looking pins. I like tennis and ping pong. I like to go to church. I like church socials occasionally. I love God. I hate loud and boisterous people, the ones that curse and swear. I despise drunkeness. I hate conceit and high-hattedness. I hate aggressive girls, with painted lips. I hate laziness. I hate golf, the game that calls for extensive walking after nothing but a ball. I despise hypocrites. Herman Rugenstein. KALEIDOSCOPE Of smiling eyes And laughing lips, Of gay hellos And ready quips; A gaunt, grave, man With greying hair, And students fain To meet his dare; A friendly teacher — A cheer-filled bleacher- A rippling river — A chugging flivver — A white book-page, A bell just rung; Eager hall crowds, A song, half-sung; Green campus peace, So far from strife; A silhouette Of youth on life — This is Broad Ripple. Jeanne Gass.