Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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' 1- V-.1 . , Senior Play, Class Day, and Graduation-all three, though now they exist merely as vivid dreams, shall become a part of our memories. And so, leaving Shortridge, we find a goodly portion of our golden fieece completed. Among its folds in later days We shall discover many memories of high school-mental images of the building, of its rooms, permeated with the atmosphere of friendship and inspiration, which to us, has represented high school in its finest sense. Looking back I shall recall the western front of the building, ap- proached through beds of bright-colored flowers and sunken gardens, the cool, green shadows of the court-yard, transformed within a year from a broad strip of mud and gravel into a bower of Bowers and shrubbery. I shall remember the bustling, excited atmosphere of the lunchroomgthe gym, strewn with crepe paper ribbons, sometimes the setting for a class party or school danceg but most often, the scene of a heated contest between rival schools. With a reminiscent sigh and chuckle, I shall look back upon the press room, lighted and busy late into the afternoon, the book-lined walls of the library, filled with the sunlight and mufiied sounds that only a library can knowg the art gallery, beloved of Shortridge students, mute witness of the words, Truth is beautyg beauty is truth. ' Last of all, I shall remember the auditorium, scenes of our plays and pep sessions-the background of our more serious moments. Out of the past, Words shall come back to me, phrases from the talks of those who have helped to guide us through the years, lines from the hymns and melodies of Shortridge. So, wrapped well in my golden fieece of lasting impressions, I shall look back, and, from these four years of life and experience I shall have learned.

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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

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