Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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CEE YKIBLXNS OF ITENIOLRFIC-Y HE Art Staff of the 1918 Annual has incorporated in the various illustrations of this book an extremely democratic idea, which is an especially fitting motif at this time. A The cover design is a wood peacock print, symbolizing the highest idealsg those of the Greek tripod, representing ancestral artg the tree of life, which has been known from time immemo- rial, bears the blossoms of America and the Allies. The central I the .growth and progress of the Allies as shown by the tree. One of the introductions pictures a Senior gazing into the Q ruins of Ronan, the cathedral which man built greater than he knew, and which was the first episode of destruction of this war. In one of the tail-pieces the Assyrian Lion, the oldest known symbol of power, is lead with a wreath of roses by an orphan child. This thought is very beautiful in itself and it expresses a splendid appreciation and honor for Democracy. The motto of the class consists of a charming composition of lettering, at the side of which is a large S enfolded and draped with an American flag. The initial letters and headings have also for their motif flags, emblems, insignia and other symbols of the Allied nations of the globe. The symbols of the Arts, of the Industries, of Agriculture, and of A Gardening are portrayed as emblems of helpfulness in conservation. - -MARGARET OTT. thought, however, is a classical figure, who inspiringly watches 6 NJ Because of an extended illness Elizabeth Wineinger was not able to serve as an associate art editor of the Annual. Gordon Mess was then appointed the edi- tor-in-chief, with Margaret Ott as his advisor and assistant. msmocrzncv 1 .- X x R x A W5 - X J V. wv ue

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:tt EDICOKIFIL. sv :cox AR and news of the American boys in France hold the interest of us all these days. Therefore, although we have worked our hardest in putting into the pages of this book the best We can unlike that of the schoolboy giving his first poem on open day. With our knowledge of life still so limited it is hard in a book so small to do justice to Shortridge and to the Class of 1918. Each year since its founding our school has grown, its Senior classes have grown, and with the added numbers the interests of the various classes and school have broadened. The Class of 1918 is proud to be the fiftieth class to graduate from Shortridge High School. It is still more proud to be what -it is-a truly cosmopolitan group. Our hope and wish is that you find this little book just as democratic, just as pleasing and entertaining, just as representative as our class and our school. wel give, we send our Annual forth with a feeling of anxiety not I v' 's I X Do not be too critical. Remember that your class-mates and chums were the ones who produced it.' On the other hand Qmodestly we say ith, if you Hnd anything here which you think out of the ordinary, anything excelling the usual Shortridge standards of worth, credit it to the 1918 class and to Shortridge. If our book arouses any pleasurable or profitable emotion among our readers, our work shall not have been in vain.-The Editor. c X 1 l 1' 'Z' 3, cg, lx Q P ati ii' L4 f L W 8 '

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III! HNIFICEZIR REP RCER HERE was usually something doing when Sylvester Leighton was around, so it is not surprising that things began to happen when he appeared at Hartford College. To his intense disappoint- ment, however, his affairs had progressed with ominous smooth- L- J ness during his first few days at that institution. It had been gif? in vain that he had sported his green hose with cerise clocking, designs. He had begun to despair of making an impression and attaining the notoriety he craved, when he suddenly got an idea. He would become a newspaper man and thrill the populace with his tales in the Hartford Daily. Being a man of action, he straightway bought a copy of the paper and read it earnestly. V 5 his six plaid hat-bands, and his twenty-five neckties in fioral u - Aha!', he exclaimed, pouncing upon the account of the Delta Pi House robbery, It says here,,'A solution of the mystery of the robbery is anxiously awaited? There's my chance! I'll write a solution. With the best of intentions, therefore, Sylvester fell to work. The result of two hours' labor was a solution of the mystery ,exceeding in suspense and plot development the most exciting ten-cent thriller it had ever been Sylves- ter's pleasure to read. He had thought and thought in an effort to find a suitable name for the robber, and at last one occurred to him that perfectly suggested the nefarious character of the villain. In fact, the name, Lorenzo Reynolds, fitted so well that Sylvester could hardly believe that he himself had invented itg he was haunted by a vague feeling that he had heard or read it somewhere. Tucking his masterpiece under his arm, he hurried to the Daily oflice. He was met at the door by an apparently frenzied youth, who was tempera- mentally ruffling his hair and muttering, Oh, for a head! If I only had a head l' What's the matter with your head ? asked Sylvester sympathetically. It's my head-line I'm worrying about, you poor fish! cried this fellow, who was the news editor, giving Sylvester a look that was intended to wither him. Being a good sport, however, Sylvester brazenly returned the Gery glance and presented his manuscript., ' The news editor seized the story appeared to devour it in gulps, and, with- out looking up, exclaimed, You're the detective on the case, aren't you? Some nifty little job! You got this stuff to us just in time. Before Sylvester could speak, the news editor rushed to the editor-in-chief and ecstatically embraced that personage, roughly knocking the editorial pencil from the editorial ear. .