Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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mmlllmll HM CASTLES IN SPAIN castles when some sprig of the family tree becomes too unbearable and ruffles my temper. I just mentally cast him into my darkest and deepest dungeon on a bi-weekly diet of bread and water. After such satisfactory secret revenge I grip: with neither harm nor discomfort , X fl to the victim, one can again take . T T t' fl up Life's challenge and live in ,A fl, N T .yr il peace until the next time. . li' ,lf 5 And then there is the matter ll . T if of embarrassing situations which , A ll in gl , stagger one just to recall. Simply I ,4 , ' ', retire to your peaceful garden in ' V 5, lil' ill an avenue of rustling palms. . , A Straightway you will be at ease. F p ffl gr Here you can think of all the l pl 1 5 clever and fine things that you - l A V might have done, but did not. it .1 ,L .! 4 What if there is a tinge of re- , HV A Q! f' Il ls gret that the adroit remarks are ! 1 5 4 A it l li heard only by yourself? At least 1 Q L ' ' Ji' ,S 'P' you will know what to do in a si- Vt , 3 -if l 'fit' M milar situation, and it is encou- I an I ,gl ,lil ragilng Ezra know that youi ares caf V ' T y n v.. . . H'- N -7 If 5, pab e o evisingareme y a a . ll t M 'Lf Castles in Spain are a great q y l HU, Vi comfort to one, and tngucioh too lg V in 1 .y agreeable and pleasan o e en- l Q tirely discarded. Their shining L' l A l I M4 : 111 visions seem, in some mysterious p A X I .fn ' l ,ll manner, to form the foundations . 1 Q K - A ' of nearly every step in life and ll M 'il f ,M N to become part of one's actual . f IN If experience. , M , i. ku Xml N I YH!! Ill' ,. UQ l ' V. ' .--.. A -if Q' r +I- lv. 4 ill' I-thi These, my Castles, are my in- spiration. They are the dreams l QE out of which fulfillment is born. . Incentive! Yes. The stimulus for- r: ces one on-perceiving, striving, -fag :QA e . sometimes achieving.

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ll E E E S E E 5 E . n llsillilmlli CAS zf, Xie - li t ' III9 Q 1 I i 1 M 0 Q - 5, .F E gk ' 4 ' IM 1 ' yi? ES IN SPAIN OU DID not know that I own property in Spain? Dear me, yes-castles! Castles so brilliant and mag- nificent that no matter where I am, they are always visible in the dim distance. Visions so far away and so illusive! Always moving just a little farther, but pulling me onward, when at times the appari- tions become unusually clear. It is at these times that I behold spacious gardens surrounding my castles, within the fragrance of which, sparkling fountains tinkle with laughter. Music, softh and rhythmic, from the ripples of the Danube floats o'er my domains. From my balconies I survey the world and am filled with wonder at the vista of Swiss lakes, ruins of Rome, and the dazzling Taj Mahal, so brilliant in its graceful perfection. Hark!-Singing! They are coming-the students in vivid uniforms, their stirring songs swelling in the lively breezes. Down from the lofty hills covered with vineyards and forests, at the spot where the swift Neckar joins the Rhine. You have guessed it-Heidelberg! Q From one of my terraces the dykes, canals, islands, and bridges of old Rot- terdam unfold before my eyes. Multi-colored houses, oddly shapen, with red and white panelled doors, lean toward one another at grotesque angles There, a sleek vessel with gay sails glides down the canal past a tall windmill, silently on, gracefully fading into the distance. . . I I Waterfalls, cascades, fjords! wild and rugged coasts, bordered by mighty pine forests, suggest the unique grandeur and quaint hospitality or Norway. Here is charm, unexcelled and genuine! All this I see. Even gilded Constantinople, Jerusalem, and Delhi. Yes, there is a superb view from my balconies. I often wonder whether I shall ever reach my castles. Sometimes I hear the most beautiful music full of the sweetest romance, and, as I listen, I seem to be nearing the great portals of my estates. I go forward eagerly under the grand old trees in the soft light of evening, seeking the path which I have heard leads up to one of my castles. But castles, woods, romance and all, seem to reel and topple over as the music stops. When it continues again, I move on, and though I have often been close enough to touch the gates, I have never yet gained entrance to my Castles in Spain. But there they are-plainly visible-and what towers of defense are my

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mmmmi C 0 A C H E S BI THE beginning, God created the heaven and earth and coaches. Farther into the remote past than science has ever delved, the desire for athletic com- petition has been manifest. And with this rivalry has developed a new race of creatures parallel to the human race. With but a few physical exceptions these beings closely resemble the genus Homo sapiens and yet they are, withal, most distinctive and pe- culiar. Inconsistency is the most evident character- istic of these people which we Will, for convention's sake call coaches At times their frailties are clearly apparent and then in a different light these all vanish into nothingness and there is the super- , man. In the first place we shall enumerate the former, the shortcomings of a coach. As it often appears, a coach is a born pessimist. Are we going to win a game? 'fNo!rIt's the toughest game on the schedule. We'll do well if they only beat us fifty points. Why those men are all seven feet tall and weigh two fifty. The surest way for an aspiring young scribe or reporter to end a bright career is to prophecy an easy victory for his team. There was once a Greek coach who said that his track team couldn't be beaten. This caused such a furor among the ancient mentors connected with Athens University that Archimedes issued an ultimatum discontinuing the Olympic Games. As a means of creating international spirit in recent times, those classic sports have been revived from the dim shadows of crumbling coliseums. Once there was a team that ran up a hundred points on its opponents and the coach resigned because he couldn't inspire the boys with that old fight- in' do-or-die spirit. Aesop said two thousand years ago, When perfection is attained, coaches will criticize it. And right or wrong, the coach is always right. Another bad habit these beings cherish is to ask the reason why such and such a thing happened. If you don't answer, you're hopelessly dumb, and if you do, you're Wrong. The most glaring of all his faults, if indeed it can be called such, is his choice of profession. It's an ill wind that blows nobody good. It's a poor coach that hasn't a bright side to his nature. Every cloud must have a silver lining. The Word