Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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,FWD-DF-DREFUTS HEN the glowing haze of night Hangs from east to West, And the gentle breeze of ev'n, Wafts sweet tho'ts of restg Then the dross of earthly life, Shines and glows and gleamsg Then every man 'mong high and low, ' Is King, in Land of Dreams. s When the orb of golden splendor, ' Dips yon rugged hills, Bathing all in fiery wonder, Gilding faults and ills, Then from out the human heart Goodness nobly beamsg Then every man of every shore, Rules King, in Land of Dreams. And when at last, the heav'nly deep, In darkness hides in black arrayed, Then the tho'ts of men and women, Pass in grand parade: And in this realm of glory bright, . Their hopes revive, it seems, And every man of every clime, Reigns King in Land of Dreams. -ALEXANDER DOWLING, '21. Ps 'F E fPJUT DTZ f :Q 'Q F I go blundering through my life ' L1 J With soul in fetter, my work half done, D I-5 'Tis I that know what path I trodg '3GUb': if. h 1 vJQwQ,,,l,'q'5,i ,Jn What goal of peace or pain Ive won. f,,fil96,Q'r2.,,, 1f . '73'E'lof?Lc if If my free will doth make my life i A thing of folly or craft of foal, T X Then I can blame no other many 1 5 I chart my life and lay my rule. 1 IJ -HAROLD GOODE, '22.

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Tl'lElR'D N4 PlT1D'DLlF!S, INCE November 21, 1620, the memory of the Pilgrim 41 fathers has been engraved in ineifaceable characters on AX the scroll of history. The story of these our heroic prede- Y cessors has never been dim in the minds of succeeding generations. John Endicott, Governor Bradstreet, Gover- ,. nor Winthrop, and Miles Standish are among those added 6' ,, I to the everlasting roster of world heroes. These men laid .7 the cornerstone of our nation. Their strength has been extolled, their courage, lauded, and their honor, praised throughout seven generations. That they were hardy, self- sacrificing, fearless, conscientious men, We have learned from countless panegyrics by innumerable authors. ' With this true reverence for our forefathers, has come a lower regard for our present day. There is a general impression that our country's best days lie behind us, that we no longer find outstanding figures possess- ing the gallant traits of our progenitors, and that the characteristics of the Pilgrims are never to impel the modern man to action. In short, there is a widespread disposition to croak. In bemoaning our degraded state of affairs, we fail to observe that the gods have again been good, and have given to the present era, one possessing the commanding traits of the Pilgrims, reproduced in all their original glory. Theodore Roosevelt, the scion of a family of Wealth, possessing from birth a body slighted by nature, facing low moral standards and insidious corrupting influences, emerged like a Puritan, triumphant from the testing fires. Never did he succumb to the pernicious opportunities afforded by wealth, never did he falter in his path of rightg even the barriers of nature he surmounted, and builded for himself a physical strength to be envied. Roosevelt exemplified all the rugged strength, the upright honesty, the dauntless courage, and the admirable simplicity of character so eulogized in our forefathers. And he made one step in advance, always he was cheerful, hopeful, happy in spirit-they Were not. Roosevelt was our man, of our day, and is eternal proof that We are not deteriorating. The magic of Time lends a glamour to the past, hiding the dark spots and permitting only the pure gold to shine through. We need not fear for our place on history's record, for we, too, will ever be remembered for the noble deeds of the great men of our epoch. -DOUGLAS COOK. fChosen to represent the Shortridge Alumni of 1920.1

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9TE'l5lUlS'HDD-THE-WDUIHU A xf E see many incidents, both humorous and tragic, in our N . . . . lisp X great institute of learning. But, intent upon that one ve object, namely, to obtain knowledge, we a1'e too preoccu- ,N5 pied to note them. For this reason, dear reader, I shall ' rehearse to you a most tragic incident which happened I not long ago in one of the classes of an excellent teacher -- whom I am about to mention. 1-..r fbi' u , In this class there are two eminent Caesar stars- E cousins-a boy and a girl, who have so enjoyed their as A1125 research in this ancient tongue, that they have at times repeated a part of the course solely for the love of it. One evening when said cousins were most prodigiously preparing a lesson in Latin composition, our heroine failed to understand the con- struction of a particular sentence. Our hero rescued our heroine from further exasperation by a most logical explanation. We know not whether it was the appealing appearance of the fair lady or merely the fact that our hero is subject to frequent fits of jocularity, that impelled him to exclaim, Woman, thou art most dense. Rememb'rest thou not that when the verb 'throw' is preceded by a subject and followed by an object and a prepositional phrase, the adjective 'poor' is placed before the object of the preposition when it is translated into the original tongue? Alas again! For with untold rapture she mistook the villain's words for the truth, We shall pass now to the class room where the teacher presides as monarchess over the select and brilliant assembly of subjects. She points out and designates with her eyes, as friend Cicero would say, our fair lady as the destined one. Our heroine reads, The men throw stones at the poor Romans. Horrified, the pedagogue proceeds to inquire whence comes the unwel- comed adjective. Our heroine, likewise horrified at the displeasing effect that said adjective has upon the instructor, without delay recites for her the villain's axiom. With a flashing of her beautiful eyes the preceptor turns upon the hero, demanding an immediate explanation. And I tell you truly, dear 1'eader, that worse perturbation than then ensued, never before existed within the walls of our dear Alma Mater. Here words fail me: for it requires more skill than I posseses to portray to you in living colors the conclusion of this dire tragedy. -KATHRYN BOWLBY, '23. Uneasy lies the liner writer's head, As through the night he's greatly bored To find the proper adjective to lend Importance to the senior horde.