Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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!!' iff I WK H, r iv 4? 'I i.f,.L-Q f, Q' ' G the cycle of the year there comes a time, more often to some households than to others, alas! too often to my own, in which the sacred household gods are trampled under the hurrying feet of red- facec scrub-women, and swept ruthlessly out of doors by the active brooms of smut-hesmothered matrons in blue calico turbans. I am, I can say, truly do- mestic, and my nature is therefore much upset by these regular excavations. I am really quite a dreamer, and would prefer to live in rooms festooned with cohwebs than to undergo the confusion accom- panying their removal. I have always had a strange fellow-feeling for cobwebs that I never could explaing and therefore when I see them, my friends, being .X swept out along with the ill-fated gods, I am strange- ly moved to pity. Even in my early childhood a strange fancy grew upon me. It took that form which fancies and hobbies often assume-of a propensity for collecting. My youthful feet roamed through away from the beaten paths of respectability. I sought the obscure-that which might turn up in out-of-the-way localities, or which might be turned up by my plying feet from the depths of smoulder- ing bonfires or rain bedampened trash heaps. In thinking over this precocious pro- pensity, I am at a loss to determine whether my natural desire for dirt, or my ever- present wish for the foreign--something different from the everyday life of work- aday rnortals-was to hlameg but be that as it may, the spoils of these byway forays, in the form of anything from charred dumb-bells to cracked crockery, assumed pro- portions delightful to my young self, yet frightful to my guardian elders. Indeed, so vicious became the threats against these, my possessions, that as that fateful time, so disheartening to the spiders and gods, as well as to myself, once more was near at hand, I mounted guard in the toy-room, and assuming a Napoleonic posture, strode moodily up and down, defying any mortal to part me from my beloved pos- sessions. That day of din and satanic confusion did come at last, and I watched with dark alleys and wandered Ihe Discard Br I1Al WHITE