Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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M O T H E R L O V E i Q.: H y lf,, i 3. T1 X l ' 1 Q tw:-1 S' . HILE TRAVELING through a sparsely settled re- gion I came upon some cattle and horses grazing along the roadside. I slowed down the machine and sounded my horn thinking that the few animals , till in the road would get out of my way Finally qi all but one moved off into the grass along the side. K in This one was a good-looking colt He started first 9 one wayg then, the other His actions were most 5 unusual, hesitating, and uncertain--not what one 5. B0 T would expect from an animal so young. I stopped ' the machine and was on the point of getting out to drive the animal out of my way, when I saw a mare coming toward me. The mare whinneyed, the colt's uncertain movements stopped, and he started directly toward his mother, whose voice guided him to safety. I afterward learned that the colt Was blind. A little distance down the road a grove invited me to leave my machine and eat my lunch in the shade of its beautiful trees. While resting and enjoying the beauty of the scene, I was attracted by a bird hopping slowly through the leaves away from a clump of bushes. It was dragging one wing as if it were dislocated or broken and I thought that if I could catch the bird, I might be able to relieve its distress. I found it was moving faster than I thought and I had gone some distance before I overtook it. As I stretched forth my hand to pick it up, it suddenly opened wide both wings and soared far beyvond my reach. I laughed aloud to think how I hadnbeen duped. Now I knew that back in that clump of bushes was a nest with eggs or possibly young birds. In the short space of an hour I had witnessed two examples of mother love. I got into my car and drove off, musing upon the universality of this instinct. My thoughts went back over the years when I had been the recipient of just such love and care from my mother. It was then that I recalled the words of the poet who said, God could not be everywhere, so He made mothers. WIND AT NIGHT I heard the song of the wind last night, As it came from over the sea, And its mellow tones were all as light As a master's melodyu I loved the songs of the wind at night, When the waves were light and gay, But morning came, and with the light, The wind bard went away. -Lucile Springer.

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IIN AS MUCH DVVIGHT BENDER 'T WAS ONE of those calm, oriental days when the sea is like glass that the U. S. S. Hatfield was plow- ing her way toward the port of Beruit, Syria. The proud ship sped along like a thoroughbred with her nose in the air, trying, as it seemed, to complete the journey before nightfall. The setting sun was now directing a golden path of beautiful light through the sea, apparently ending at her starboard side as if a great search light were showing her the way. Land off the port bow, somebody' shouted. On turning I looked in that directiong blinked and looked again. Yes, it was there and a more beautiful picture I have never seen. On a hill, that rose gently from the water, lay the city of Beruit. With the sun's reflection on the golden tile roofs, spotted with green trees between, it did not look like a city built by the hand of man, but like a paradise built by God. While I meditated over the beautiful picture, the sun dropped into the sea and the picture faded. I sadly turned away, not wishing to see the change, trying to hold that picture in my mind. You have no doubt met people who were always smiling and appeared to be happy, but when you became intimately acquainted with them you found that they had great troubles in their hearts, and so it was with this city. I was brought to myself again by the boatswain mate's call, Stand by the lines I The great engines groaned and the ship quivered as the propell- ers were reversed to check the speed. The lines creaked as they tightened around the bits, drawing the ship safely along side the dock. I was off duty that night, so I walked up toward the gangway to join a crowd that was waiting to go ashore. Soon the oflicer of the deck came with the liberty list and checked us out, ordering us to report 'aboard by ten o'cloek that night. When we were on shore I did not go directly up to the city with the other boys. I walked up the dock for a :Qty and then turned in at a narrow cobble-stone street that led up the 1 . As I passed the houses that had appeared to be so beautiful from a distance I saw quite a different sight. There were no curtains in the windows and most of them had little glass. Through the open door I could see the bare stone floor, with perhaps two or three chairs and an old table in the center of the room. Men and women with drawn faces, which showed the many hardships that they had suffered, and with hardly' enough clothes to cover them, were seated on the steps or ground by the door, talking and laughing and apparently enjoying themselves. How little is required to make those happy who have known nothing but hardships. I walked on up the street watching the little, ragged, thin- faced children play. They also seemed to be enjoying themselves. Before long I came out into the business part of the city. There were