Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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The Shortridge Boy ra KATIIAIIINE IAMESON 'o . , Q I l s a s i e ,Q 1 t i nn I i C It he 'i ' i I i r l if l .5 f Wu' c l me ' W1 T ffl 9 P. I, lr r, I pk p 5 ' n., Y , L First of all, he is healthy, this Sliortridge Boy, and his health is not an exuberance 'of animal spirits alone but an unquestioned overflow of good humor. He has a decided breath of the out-of-doors about him, a certain breezy crispness, that reminds one of long tratnps in the fall of the year. He is polite, but before that he is sin- cere so that when the courtesy does come, it is worth while. I-fis sense of humor is predominant: he is always ready for fun-not a grind, by arty means. And then, in athletics, he is a clean, energetic participant who, be- lieving in fair play, goes into the game to win. As a result of this, he has the pose, the attitude of one who is 1nagerful, as Thrums would sayg or, if he is not a win- ner, he gives the secure feeling that he is capable of it when he feels it necessary. 'Of course., he has a generous peppering of faults, honest faults that only add to his ginger. He flanks enough to know the earthy taste of defeat, although not for that purpose. Indeed, he is de- lightfully human and has not even sprouted pin feathers where they say wings grow. But underneath it all, the fun and the good hard work, there's the soul of the thing, and he shows the Shortridge spirit here the same as on the field. There never was a time when truth and honor and fine feeling did not uplift him to a high seriousness although he would be the last to admit and even, perhaps, to realize it. He is faithful about his lessons most of the time, but he learns some big things, besides, that textbooks cannot teach. And after all, there's the promise of the man that is to be-the strong, clean, straiglitforward man that the world needs to do its work.

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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

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e : . I. , , l l , ii- . ll l l do as l .' ' 1 She is a happy mixture of rain and sunshine, of seri- ousness and fun, enough of seriousness to keep her from frivolity and enough of sprightliness to make her thor- oughly good company. Hers is so straightforward a sincerity as to be almost boyish if it were not softened a bit by her womanliness. For she is not ashamed of being governed by her ideals, sensible, healthy ones, not by any means lacking in the loftiness and enthusiasm that her very youth makes charming. She is a better student, perhaps, than her companion across the page, but she has not yet acquired so well the gift of being a grace- ful loser. I-Ier strongest induence lies, however, in the quality of expecting much of other people, expecting much and gaining much, for she pays them the innocent compliment of believing in them. There is a strength about her, unconsciously springing from a wealth of school-girl experience wherein she has learned to symf pathize in misfortune aswell as in joy. Life is very beau- tiful to her because, of course, it should be, and then, because her very love of all beauty invests it and all its little every-day things with the romance of its own weaving. Day-dreams are not unknown to her, dreams where fairies have given place to less eery companions in the form of little hopes and desires of a wide useful- ness hereaiter. More perhaps than any other one thing. this wish to make the world better for the work her hands, can do, distinguishes her. And this is our Short- ridge Girl, spontaneous in spirit at one time, and per- plexed at another with the soulful depth of her inarticu- late feeling--a worthy playmate for our Boy-a striver after the rainbow of her happy dreams-and one who will fulhll at last, we hope, the ideals which our Alma Mater has impressed upon her. ,f .f' 1 f. - x A t-A , H. ae, . ,gg .1 ,, ,I fpifj' ff: ' r YW '- ,,,.,,a , li t l it ,r 'L , The Shortritlge Girl Br KATHARINE IAMESON