Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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The Principal Man Br IEANNE SAWNER 'iiumwwmmo ry rg a r r 2 y Q cf? 'Q W r, . i' 1 ry .I I y.. i f im diti il iyM'l Midi O the Prirrciprrl Man! l-le bosses use lrle's the goodest man that ever wual He comes to our school every day, An' watches us children that we don't playg An' he Opens the door-an' teacher'll smile An we'll he as good as pie-for awhileg But welre not afraid, 'cause we know 'at he Is as funny an' nice as he can be.- Ain't he a awful good Principal Man? Princ'pall Princ'pal! Princ'pal Man! hV'y the Principal Mau-he's ist as good- Fer us held do ever'thing if he couldg I lflieve l1c'd tix all our study slips, too, But 'ats a thing they won't let him do l- Fer he says he knows it's hard to stay At school when we might go ffrome an' play But he tells use to 'member he stays there, too, When therc's heaps o' things he'd 1'utl1erdo.- Ain't he a awful kind Principal Man? Princ'pal! Princ'pal! Princ'pal Man! 'FWZ' f .Y A X I .li i io , 4, J f r at

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IWTU ' I I 'truer sms ' Y IVNUMI HOURS' ma rs., p Q s 5 I0 r X A short time since, my wife, indeed a wily woman, inveigled, persuaded, or The drove me-I do not know which method she employed most-into moving. If there is one thing that displeases me more than house-cleaning, it is moving. It is more nearly fatal to the household gods-and also to myself. A day or so previous to this mad household eruption I met a kind and much respected friend on the street. I hear, he said, that you are soon to go through with an ordeal. I told him that I was, and that it was with great reluctance. Well, then, said he, let me offer a bit of advice. My home has always been over-stocked, and I was too weak to discard. But the last time I moved I sunnnoned all my courageg I did throw out my trapsg I burned, burned, burned, and now I'm ireeiyou don't know how good it feels to be free l These timely words of advice fitted in so perfectly with what I myself was thinking that I turned back from the errand I was then on, and with the words ringing in my ears, set out for my home, resolved to be free, at last, after many years of abject slavery. As I walked rapidly, my excited mind preceded me to where an enormous pack of old papers and letters rested together with many other odds and ends up in my room, and my breast heaved with grim determination to burn, east out, and destroy. Soon I burst into my room, still filled with that wild desire. Iliad madly grabbed up an armload of papers and had viciously crammed them into a basket, when lol my eyes fell upon a tiny pink envelope that I had dropped. I quietly sat down upon the floor and opened the note. My fraud strangely trembled as I read. I could not throw away this note-why, it was from-well, it does not matter from whom. No, I would save it. I resumed my task, with zeal much abated, and slowly sorted over the rubbish at my feet. At length, arising, stiff- kneed and weary, I compared the saved with the cast out. It was ridiculous! I picked up the little handful of papers to be burned-how small, how very small- and went my way. The result of it is that my roof still shelters that enormous pack of old papers, those odds and ends and what-nets, and will continue to do so, I suppose, until someone else falls heir to themg but even then they may remain as keepsakes. g Discard

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.ff i il , pf' . N-v 'li t we Q up pi Q R T cp - F fe-Ax jt, -3 . lr An' the Principal Man, ever' once 'n a while I-le comes in the room 'ith his funny smile 'lth colored papers in his hand- tThey're most allns yellow, in a rubber bandl An' he sorts an' sorts 'ern out, tmtila W e all jes' keepin' as still as still- I-le comes to the one he's tryin to lin', rln' we laugh, an' the teacher says it's time! Ain't he a funny old Principal Man? Princ'pall Princpall Princ'pal Man! The Principal Man-one time when he Wnz askin' a freslnnan what he'd be- Says. When youlre big like a senior is, :lit ye goin' to college to help y' to riz- An' then teach a school, in spite of its woesl Er what air ye go' to be, goodness knows il' An' the Principal laughed an' shook his han' 'Cause he said, 'HM go' to be a Principal M-an l- Pm goin' to be a nice Principal Man l Princ'pal! Prine'pall Principal Man! l Apologies to james Whitcomb Riley.l lltiirer The rincipa