Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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---r' MT. LE CONTE MARY VANCE TRENT s ROM afar on Easter morning I saw your proud head lifted high above me in silent majesty, the great- est of the Smokies, the grandest of the range, 6' blue, blue mist like a lovely veil partly covering your face. Coming closer and beginning to climb your sides, seamed and wrinkled with age, I found you W 5' beautiful, not barren. Every rock, every tree was softened with a kindly cloak of deep green moss 1, and lichens. Your mood changedg no longer were 513 1 - 9 -. 1 . Vw aai w you awe-inspiring, but friendly and comforting. nilkh D Giant spruces and hemlocks pointed long verdant needles at the sky. Gentle showers fell to cool you and slake your thirst. Soon misty clouds en- veloped both you and me as I climbed higher- your lacy cap was enfolding us. Between glossy banks of rhododendron and mountain laurel a turbulent stream tumbled boisterously over the stones. Tiny flowers peeped at me from secluded nooks. Everywhere I felt the Easter sermon of Life. But, on top, the giant balsams had shrunk to mere scrubby bushes. The larger trees, gone down in their efforts to combat the tempests, lay in fallen wreckage across my path. At night I felt the sting of rain, the roar of wind, and the sweep of sleet in a great blizzard. Then morning came, and the glorious sun from an azure kingdom cast dancing beams on your snowy breast, making you more sparkling than diamonds, more lovely than pearls. Every branch bowed low with frozen mistg the trees were draped in silver lace. Oh, mountain, for hundreds of thousands of years you have battled with the elements and withstood the storms. You have given inspiration to sage and savage alike. As I was leaving you, I looked back to say farewell. Smaller moun- tains nestled close to you like loving children to a mother. There rose your proud peak-blue as the heaven above you, everlasting as the God that made you-a symbol of the might and majesty of the universe. , - lf.. H fe-.Q fr-is s .mmflfizf ,, .X , -. V 44 lv ' - f -. ' -1 V 4 , I -Q . ... -- f lb 2 C L 5 . . - 1 ,bg . ' 'ki' 1 ' . , '3:3.? l i ' - -LN, - T- .'-, 1. 1 9 ? giifif .,.. . ' -4: 1 -2 -I .V 1.1 4-,iQs::L.ef:'f: 1---,-. S - - .. 5,5331-,5 - fr . -rl X .. h ' 55' . 7, gy: ' .-fa 't .4 :X .X fr- 1' Fr xi.: 1 N 5 x '5' . xg, P V? ,ML NJ f us.-w-My .5 , xv, b 'rl-S Morning The day is born! The sun, Peeping across the horizon, Casts lovely hues Over the azure sky. Gentle breezes Awake the leaves. The morning song Of a thrush Welcomes the light. Dew sparkles Like tiny diamonds On the grass. Nature livesg It is morning- A new day! -Mary Ella Julian

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INTRODUCING WILLIAM 1 In r x l if . Pl ,Q . Tv V l cf, W lp. .l l I 11' F yl l ff? ff? if is fy ibk' M xy?- HIJHLC 1 HEN William first made his appearance in a peaceful and contented bear family in Yellowstone Park, any- one but his mother would have taken him for noth- ing but a motley little ball of fur. You could almost have tucked his scrawny, rat-like body, which Weigh- ed only eight ounces, into a good-sized tea-cup. He looked more like a dirty dish rag than anything else. By the time June has ar- rived-little bears are us- ually born in February- William has grown like the proverbial little weed and has developed into a nosey, energetic animal with an absurdly large head. He has had his el- ementary lessons in small game hunting and has be- come quite adept at nos- ing out ants from under- neath rocks and boulders. He has also learned to step lively when old Mrs. Bear arches her left eyebrow in silent command. She has no sentimental qualms about cuffing her young- ster five yards or so in punishment for some boy- ish prank. Her course of teaching is evidently very effective for William never has to be punished twice for the same offense. He, with good reason, has at- tained a wholesome awe and respect for his mother's powerful front paw. About a week before the Yellowstone Park season opens, Mrs. Bear begins a process which is at first very mystifying to Wil- liam, young in the ways of the world. Little sister Gertrude is kept in the background. Each day Mrs. Bear takes William up to