Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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SHORTRIDGE ACTIVITIES W -gf'-Q, -,.': HORTRIDGE does more than serve as a school: it serves as a community. We have a student gov- erning body, the Student Councilg a daily paper, the Echo, and many clubs and organizations that offer opportunity for the study of science, art, and literature. The Debating Leagues and the Senate give valuable training in public speaking and government. By offering these activities, the school creates a new interest in studies and gives the student an opportunity to exercise his abilities along any channel that he may choose. By sponsoring self- government, the school creates a feeling of self- - confidence and develops the ability in the stu- dent to bear responsibilities. The school and class enterprises, such as the Junior Vaudeville, develop talent and amplify an interest in community activities and this, in turn, gives the student practice in good citizenship. Now that we are to be graduated, We look back upon our school career and feel that the extra-curricular activities have formed a greater portion of our training than We had realized. They have given us an opportunity to practice the theories that we have learned in the classroom. William McGaW, Editor

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LASTING IMPRESSIONS ESTHER HOOVER I have not filled my purse with gold While I have followed vagrant gleams Across the plains of far Cathay. But I have gathered glamorous things For weaving me a golden fleece To wrap me in when I am old. --Anna Matilda Bille KK I X HE gentle patter of February rain against the win- dow panes, the slow monotonous ticking of the old brown clock upon the mantle-piece, the soft crackle-pop of the burning logs in the fireplace- all combined to lull me into a dreamy, contented state of drowsiness. A thousand memories lay before me in the glowing depths of the ire-four long years of memories, silhouetted against the background of time, like the golden tongues of iiame which danced before my eyes-memories, the stuff that dreams are made of. From my perspective of four years, I could see again those first, few, freshman days of high school, spent at old Shortridge -the worn places in the wooden stairs- the old Seth Thomas clock upon the landing. I could hear again the pleasant, excited buzz of the old Study Hall, and see the bashful faces of freshmen as they marveled at the daring and gay self-confidence of the upper classmen. Only a few months, and yet to us they represented a period-cherished in spite of its brevity. But then, as I thought of new Shortridge , of its fresh red brick walls, and broad interior, so many memories came iiooding back to me that I knew that here were my plains of far Cathay, and here, too, countless stitches in my golden fleece. Q Above all, a warm feeling of school pride and affection returned to me-the memory of my classmates, of the long road we had travelled to- gether since our freshman days, of the happy realization of belonging that even walking down the halls of Shortridge had given us. And remembering, I knew once more the cheerful, inspiring atmos- phere of my favorite classes-the feeling of accomplishment that always came with success in the classroom. I heard again the pleasant sound of my teacher's voice-the ring of appreciative laughter from the class-the final monotonous burr of the bell-school! The same yesterday, the same tomorrow. As I sat there, still staring into the fire, it seemed that the highest dancing flame before me was symbolic of our Junior Vaudeville-the high point of our junior year. As we stood upon the stage in that last bright shower of confetti and serpentine which marked the Grande Finale, singing our own class song, written by one of our own class members, I believe an undying regard was instilled in us for Shortridge and all of her highest ideals. With these ideas firmly in mind, we have passed on into our final stage -our senior year. In the days soon to come, we shall experience the