Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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L 5 CRAFT ON THE SEA .,n 1,-3, Soft sea breezes, fresh from the salt waves, Green in the sunlight, catching the crystals- Long slim fish, cutting the water, Shine in the light of the shafts flowing downward, Over the clouds in their myriads of color- Over the ocean, endless and deep, When on the Wind of the eventlde blowing Soft comes the music that lulls me to sleep. High winds-shore winds-whining through tall trees, Grazing the crests of the billowing waves, Wild song-Wind song-song of the ages- Holding me fast in this Whirlpool 'of feeling! Mystical wierdness is deep in the heart's core, Filling me full of its sweetness and sadness, Lifting me, floating me, ever and on, Bearing me far away, far from the shore! -Ruth Perkins 'fLw?fFfe'sw11-'Q G. ' ' ' ' ' ,1 -n. Q W? Q? , Q Yc5gQ4wvf,vlq'j'fv'i2'6 ., ,M . A . i Wpiig WW .N 1,..,.,,, , .Q 0' pm 99 We Yqi -- ,wgziefv ' 'f' w ., ev we v ,, - ,Lg,g5fn- - ff- g,v,.!f-ggi 99 9754 ' 0 .fif .,,f,v..,1v, V xl- vzfn. - . --. Y v' ,gf -ll,jg1QLQ ..::-'r..,,..,gin 323.5 jk w, QV? -fm -an xr Q A 7 -,-,-..p:-vlyflamy.-, tw' V. - .,:- MQ w- X 9 '--. '.4fl !,-.14 vi' 179 l. Q . ,1qzg2:yw 35:55.31 .en MQ 4, '44 it as ,exe ef ol' ffl 1 1,5-l 19,549 ':, V V V I , ' e . ,' 'Sig--,,.. fp'Q ,511 ,Q 'S .v4'1,ff j'vg. fu ,, wk eq 1 Q ' gin' . - if 2 :,:wfg:g',. QQ -.' M418 2 I I 0 -j51i':,:x1 - f . tx-3 V5 J 'HQ 'i f 1' 1 55 , .QQ-35:34 X ' .lgagngh :gun C -v YQ ' , 1If'If:4',iV,j gil,-111','l.A ggimgf! .n I. , .H-vw.. 0 V V I .., 4 ed m::21: .1f'- v gh - A I, Vg: ,, L fi 1' ' . f ' 'Q vi, ff 'Tw' 'Q 54545 ufnxf 'far .yi ,--- ,X 4,11-..,f QQ.5tm!5,3A4Jf9-' sfg5m.c4.w- , --,QW -.,u-mcper-ww. AE'i9'?4 Jj L l v zzziqj ' , fn WB: -,IJ i A I ,-4,...,,... .. ,. ,iam glI15,.,,, ,, U,-,g.gg.g' - ,- ,,:ffg5s.5g3,gg,,q3.g,. ' ' fm 12 . '-wan? ' . ,,:,.,,,--2 fl gs-H' I , W 'H'wefa---,5,.,s4-1,g f-wamf....,fj ' - V Y EL ' f' .v,3t?:,jf'f ,X X. 1. 4554 1- h ','t,E '1-mmwm A. '7-ff 1 U, ,...frf..f s: N 5 it. ::,.,-lk .-,G111 f., is , - , hh. I -,5-fxgwm. I, ,il ..., -.TN K ,,--, ,..-J... fa L V.-Zin.. .. ,.'.,?- . - ' 90,14 .LJ1 Trfs.-:'r'-'-J' ' A ' . - . T ' - 3 -Saqzifirf .-, -fp -.'7 mf.-.f -' -' ' QW' f - 9 .. H - -J-' 14 J 'r1:2f -J - 4'--ff ' 2'1 -5 2-'-.':'3'. ::'5'Mf-1'-'-gl Q' .,,..,.5 9: '.1:,1,a 35,-.-, 1 '95 il? 'gg -12 - ,,,, '--- --rel. Y.. . -,',,f,f--f-,4,:4:T,..., 'f A, . .f. 0 --fa- 4.4 . bqf . ,qw ,. ,. . - .. - 1 ..-'-A-,., , we Ww w , . - -.rv-A-eg . .gf . ' ' . - -Qi: , .Q...a -',Q,g.:.l ' .FET-53 .. , 4- -ev, -.-gf 1 7 am- ..,, . .-.M dv' ff - ,fix-V L5,QQ0k Af - . - 1,:,,Q ,-,,,.,,:,mb:E!.,iL.Zy-a -gg., z -f.,'r-' -- r ., su. ,wal-1...:-,., :.,.- . .---1. , girgiv . .L

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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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THE SONG OF THE STEVEDORES Written on the New Orleans waterfront- Down by the river You Will find the stevedores Working and singing, At heart troubadours. When their backs are bent with heavy loads, Their song grows louder, Wilder. Now it floats upon the wind, Now their song is waxing milder. It bursts forth again, Like adding fuel to fire. Now it trembles and it fades As their backs begin to tire. The stevedores now board the ship- Their song ends in a moan. The stevedores are gone now, And I find I'm all alone. --William McGaw