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HE  teachers  that  we've  had  these  years, 
At  our  departure  shed  few  tears. 
Of  necessity  was  this  Annual  born, 
For  we  must  toot  our  own  sweet  horn. 


eroiT^OR-iai. 


T  is  important  to  remember  that  this  is  the  tercentenary 
of  the  landing  of  the  Pilgrims;  for  it  is  a  significant  fact. 
What  a  contrast  is  there  between  the  mad,  nerve-destroy- 
ing pace  at  which  we  are  moving  today  and  the  simple, 
wholesome  lives  of  our  ancestors  of  three  centuries  ago. 

Now  our  whole  day  is  nothing  but  one  struggle  for 
supremacy,  and  a  rushing  from  one  thing  to  another  until 
the  end  of  the  day  comes  and  we  hurry  home  to  snatch 
a  few  hours  of  rest  in  order  to  prepare  for  the  same  sched- 
ule the  next  day.  Although  there  are  some  who  still  have 
the  old  Puritan  ideals,  the  average  person,  even  the  student 
in  high  school,  has  forgotten  these.  Lessons  and  school  activities  are 
sandwiched  between  a  thousand  other  activities.  It  is  true  that  these 
outside  things  make  us  more  versatile;  but  does  versatility  give  us  the 
power  to  handle  the  problems  of  future  life?  Is  not  concentration  and 
the  command  of  one's  self  the  great  accomplishment?  A  return,  even 
in  a  small  degree,  to  the  days  of  our  Puritan  ancestors  would  help  us 
in  many  ways. 

We  have  carried  out  in  our  art  work  and  in  some  of  our  literature, 
the  Tercentenary  idea,  and  we  hope  that  this  book  will  give  you  a  clearer 
conception  and  a  better  realization  of  the  ideals  of  our  forefathers.  The 
articles  are  the  best  that  could  be  obtained  from  the  school,  and  we  feel 
that  they  reflect  the  high  standards  of  our  class  and  of  Shortridge. 

We  have  tried  to  make  our  Annual  worthy  of  merit,  and  if  you  can 
derive  benefit  and  enjoyment  from  it,  we  shall  have  been  repaid  many 
times. 

—EDITOR. 

School  is  the  March,  and  April,  and  May, 
The  spring  of  Life's  year,  the  foundation  you  lay ; 
Thou'rt  now  on  the  threshold  of  lovely  June, 
The  very  beginning  of  Life's  glorious  noon! 

— RUSSEL    LITZ. 


TeRCEnTEHRRV 


HE  Shortridge  Annual  of  1894,  with  its  pale  blue  cover 
and  its  articles  and  illustrations  of  the  varied  activities  of 
the  school  as  it  then  existed,  has  continued  to  develop  along 
the  lines  then  laid  down  by  a  few  determined  prophets. 

Its  voice  has  been  heard  over  many  lands  and  seas, 
and  by  her  conceit  she  has  set  a  standard  for  High  School 
Annuals  in  many  states  of  her  own  country. 

She  celebrates  with  this  issue  the  Tercentenary  period 
of  American  history.  Her  future  will  be  onward  as  her 
past  has  been  progress. 

The  Annual  boasts  that  her  pages  will  ever  be  the 
pride  of  all  hearts  that  beat  for  the  best  that  can  belong  to  this  our  Short- 
ridge High  School.  She  is  proud  of  her  heroes,  who  are  exploring  in  foreign 
lands;  such  as  George  Reisner;  who  are  making  discoveries  for  the  food 
products  of  the  world ;  such  as  Tom  Moore  at  the  head  of  St.  Louis  Uni- 
versity; who  are  making  designs  for  great  architectural  structures,  as 
Robert  Daggett  of  our  city ;  classic  poetry  of  today,  as  Hildegarde  Planner ; 
head  illustrator  as  Fred  Yohn;  politicians  of  the  true  type  as  Claude 
Bowers;  noted  artists  as  Alexis  Manny;  authority  on  Museum  collection; 
as  Durr  Friedley  and  many  others  of  whom  we  are  wonderfully  proud. 
Today  we  greet  you  with  a  Tercentenary  Annual.  An  Annual  that  has  upon 
its  cover  a  hand  made  wood  block  by  George  Cole,  showing  the  progress  of 
the  High  Seas  from  the  Mayflower  of  1620,  the  warship  of  1820  to  the  ship 
of  the  present  commerce  of  1920. 

The  wood  block  upon  the  page  introducing  this  article  has  the  block- 
house on  the  hill,  which  shows  the  bull-dog  grit  of  the  American  people, 
how  they  ventured  out  into  darkness,  into  the  wilds  of  savage  America 
in  search  of  the  promised  land  and  to  the  establishment  of  the  constitution 
of  human  liberty.  The  figure  below  is  later  America  who  has  haltered 
and  humiliated  the  beast  or  the  obstacle  that  has  arisen  during  the  course 
of  her  progress  and  now  stands  facing  the  unknown  future  with  the 
assurance  of  an  innocent  child. 

We  speak  to  you  in  our  iHustrations,  initial  letters,  tail  pieces,  wood 
blocks  as  a  voice  from  this  great  period  and  ask  you  all  as  we  enter  the 
new,  the  unknown,  to  encourage  a  far  greater  outlook  for  this  your  Annual. 

—THE  ART  DEPARTMENT. 


(First  Prize) 
H,  it's  Youth  who  makes  us  happy, 

And  it's  Youth  who  makes  us  sad ; 
And  it's  Youth  who  makes  ambition, 
Then  gives  the  victory  glad. 

T  is  Youth,  like  ancient  Vulcan, 

Fires  our  hopes  within  our  breasts 
When  the  goal  seems  far  and  wav'ring, 

And  our  spirit  grows  depressed ; 
For  with  each  ounce  of  ambition 

She  gives  an  equal  strength, 
To  keep  our  minds  from  straying 

Through  each  day's  routine  length. 
And  she  crowns  our  eai-nest  efforts 

With  the  pleasure  of  success, 
When  we  have  fought  Life's  battle, 

With  our  principles  the  test. 


H,  it's  Youth  who  makes  us  steady. 
And  it's  Youth  who  makes  us  say : 
"It  is  Youth  who  crowns  each  high  ideal 
With  great  reward  some  day." 

—VIOLET  F.  MUSE,  '21. 


Prologue 

HIS  is  the  tale  of  the  faith  of  a  simple  old  soul,  told  in  an 
humble  manner  for  those  who  find  enjoyment  in  the  life 
naive. 

***** 

"Swi-ng  low,  sweet  cha-ri-o-t, 

Comin'  foah  to  carry  me  ho-ome; 
Swi-ng  low,  sweet  cha-ri-o-t, 
Comin'  foah  to  carry  me  home." 


As  Mammy  Phoebe  ended  the  old  tune,  she  enforced 
it  with  a  final  wail  that  carried  it  on  the  light  spring  air  to  all  the  inhabi- 
tants of  Marshallville.  But  they  knew  that  she  was  not  singing  from  a  happy 
heart;  in  that  little  southern  town  they  knew  each  other's  business  too 
well  to  excuse  the  slightest  ignorance  of  the  smallest  sigh  or  profound- 
est  secret. 

They  knew  that  her  song  was  one  in  which  she  sought  courage,  much 
as  the  ten  year  old  boy  does  when  he  starts  through  a  wood,  whistling. 
Mammy  was  fighting  a  hard  battle  with  her  religion;  her  faith  was  under- 
going a  severe  test. 

About  a  year  ago  her  husband,  "the  right  reverend  Mistah  (a  rare 
distinction)  Simon  Peter  Townsend,  ouah  colahed  Baptist  ministah,"  had 
died,  leaving  her  to  provide  for  the  two  recently  adopted  children,  Jonah 
and  Maisy  Magdalene.  As  a  means  of  livelihood  she  had  filled  her  late 
husband's  pulpit,  recompensed  from  time  to  time  by  thank  offerings;  for 
(so  expounded  an  old  deacon)  "The  salary  in  this  heah  church  must 
be  inspiahed  by  de  Lord  hisself."  Finally  she  had  had  to  "take  in  washin' 
an'  ionin'."  And  lately  even  that  had  failed  to  provide  the  growing 
youngsters  with  necessary  food,  clothes,  and  "edification."  As  a  last 
expedient,  she  had  appealed  to  her  congregation  for  help.  But  they  too, 
had  acquired  more  little  hungry  mouths  than  they  could  fill,  and  so  sug- 
gested that  she  send  the  elder,  the  little  girl,  back  to  the  orphanage.  It 
would  almost  break  Mammy's  heart  to  part  with  either  of  them,  they 


knew,  but  it  had  to  be  done.  So  now,  last  week,  Mammy  had  notified  the 
inspector  at  Louisville  to  come  for  the  little  girl;  but  she  was  praying 
earnestly  all  the  while  that  something  would  happen  to  prevent  the 
separation. 

As  she  stood  over  her  ironing  boaixi  this  warm  afternoon,  she  chanted 
to  the  accompaniment  of  her  busy  iron:  "Oh,  Lohd!  I'se  a-back  slidin' 
from  de  faith.  Show  me  de  golden  slippahs,  Lohd,  dat  I'se  gwine  to  weah 
when  my  trials  am  ovah,  an'  I'll  know  you  is  still  wid  dis  ole  niggah  in 
heh  tribulations.  Lohd,  I'se  a  been  askin'  you  to  let  me  hab  my  lil'  chile 
for  a  long  time;  ain't  you  gwine  foah  to  heah  me?"  Then,  as  if  she  had 
received  an  answer  to  her  question,  her  face  lighted  up  and  she  shouted, 
"Hallelujah !  I  recollect  what  you  said,  Lohd.  'Whatsoever  you-all  asks 
ob  me,  in  faith  believin',  dat  shall  you-all  receive.'  I  sho'  am  glad  dat 
you  has  done  gone  an'  settled  dat  question.  Hallelujah!"  Slowly  she 
raised  her  hands  to  her  hips,  and,  swaying  gently  to  an  fro,  she  sang 
lustily : 

"I's  goin'  to  Heaben;  I'se  goin'  to  shout; 
Nobody  up  theah's  goin'  to  put  me  out. 
I'se  goin'  to  Heaben,  and  I'se  goin'  to  stand — 
I'se  goin'  to  move  like  lightnin'  at  de  Lohd's  command." 

A  sudden  ripping  noise  out  under  the  magnolia  tree  brought  her  to 
the  side  door. 

"Jonah!  Mary  Magdalene!  What  foah  you  done  gone  and  picked 
my  magnolia  flowah?  What's  dat  happened  to  youah  waist,  Jonah?"  she 
asked,  peering  suspiciously  at  the  rent  which  Jonah  was  endeavoring  to 
cover  over  with  his  hand. 

"Nothin',"  answered  the  culprit,  "ain't  nothin'  happened;  Mary 
Magdalene's  done  gone  and  pinned  it  all  up."  And  he  uncovered  the  torn 
sleeve  decorated  with  a  row  of  safety  pins. 

"All  right,  honey  chile,  come  on  in  heah,  an'  Mammy'll  sew  you  up. 
But  why  foah  dast  you-all  pluck  dem  magnolias?  Ain't  Mammy  tol'  you-all 
heaps  ob  times — " 

"Yes'm,  but  Mammy,"  interrupted  Mary  Magdalene,  "we  weah  comin' 
along,  and  comin'  along  on  the  pike,  and  theah  came  Mistah  Pruitt  with 
the  Methodist  white  pahson  in  his  auto.  Yes'm,  and  dey  stopped,  and 
Mi.stah  Pruitt  says,  'Hcah's  de  chile  what  I  was  tellin'  you  about.'  An' 
he  called  me  ovah  to  de  cahr  an'  de  pahson — " 

"Call  him  Brothah  Calhoun,"  corrected  Mammv  Phoebe. 


noTHin  -  □n-mETf'jusELRH 

"Yes'm,"  gulped  the  girl.  "And  Brothah  Calhoun  put  his  han'  on 
mah  head  and  smiled  just  like  I  was  white  folks." 

"Aw,  she  ain't  tol'  all  what  happened!"  exclaimed  Jonah. 

"Well,  give  huh  a  chanct,  Jonah !"  Mammy  said  severely. 

"Yes'm,"  continued  Mary  Magdalene,  wide-eyed,  "an'  he  axed  me 
de  grades  on  ma  repoht  cahd,  an'  he  nodded  an'  smiled  at  Mistah  Pruitt 
an'  said,  "You  sho  wah  right,  Brothah  Pruitt;  I'se  mightly  glad  we-all 
have  done  it!'  " 

"Done  what?"  demanded  Mammy  taking  the  child  by  the  shoulders. 

"I  don't  know.  Mammy.  But  he  said  he'd  written  to  Louisville,  and 
he  axed  us  to  tell  you  it  was  all  settled ;  he  sayd  you'd  undahstand." 

"An'  he  said  dey  had  had  a  boahd  meetin'  up  yondah  at  theah  church, 
an'  dey'd  'lowed  dey  could  pay  five  dollahs  a  week  out  of  whut  dey  called 
theah  home  missionehy  fund,  an' — " 

.  "It  am  de  Lohd's  doin's!"  shouted  Mammy,  starting  up  from  her 
chair.  "It  am  de  Lohd  as  plain  as  day !  Come  ovah  heah,  you  brassed  lil' 
lambs,  and  kiss  youah  ole  Mammy.  I  is  favohed  by  de  Lohd  Almighty; 
de  Lohd  has  pufoahmed  a  mi'acle  foah  me,  righ'  befoah  ma  eyes.  But 
I  ain't  got  nothin'  on  Methuselah,  an'  Sampson,  an'  Daniel ;  dey  am  favorites 
ob  de  Lord,  too.  Now  we-all  am  in  de  same  class!  Hallelujah!  I'se  called 
as  a  witness  befoah  de  Lord!"  Then  swaying,  she  started  around  the  little 
kitchen  singing  that  melodious  old  song,  "Methuselah  was  a  Witness." 

Outside  under  the  magnolia  tree,  Jonah  and  Mary  Magdalene  were 
in  a  frenzied  orgy  of  gathering  fragrant  blossoms  before  Mammy  should 
arouse  from  her  pious  trance.  But  alas !  Mammy  came  back  to  earth  and. — 
"What  foah  you-all  pluckin'  dem  flowahs,  Jonah?  Mary  Magdalene? 
Gwine  to  take  'em  to  Massa  Pruitt?" 

"Naw,"  replied  Jonah  sheepishly.  "We  is  goin'  fetch  'em  to  Massa 
Pruitt's  lil'  gal.  She  am  ouah-alls  sweetheart,  ain't  she,  Mary  Magdatene?" 

Mary  Magdalene  assented  by  a  forward  movement  of  her  plaited 
kinks. 

"And  we-all  been  carryin'  magnolia  ovah  theah  foah  a  week — we  ben 
prejudicin'  huh  in  ouah  favoh." 

Mammy  nodded.  A  sudden  light  came  into  her  eyes;  she  spoke  into 
the  April  sky:  "Oh,  Lohd,  I  recollect  what  else  you  said,  'De  Lohd  he'ps 
them  who  he'ps  themselves.'  " 

—VIOLET  MUSE,  '21. 


LL  praise  to  thee,  ye  stalwart  men  of  old, 
Who  on  the  hoary  rocks  and  craggy  shores 
Of  this  new  land,  unknown  and  unexplored. 
Didst  beach  thy  ships,  and  with  the  gentle  help 
Of  those  sweet  women  who,  thi-ough  all  the  trials 
And  hardships  thou  didst  pass,  did  bravely  bear 
And  suffer  at  thy  side,  aye,  with  their  help. 
Did  lay  the  strong  foundations  of  our  state. 
Thy  coming  here,  thy  bold  denial  of 
The  right  of  tyrants  to  refuse  a  man 
His  freedom  in  the  worship  of  his  God, 
Did  mark  a  renaissance  in  hearts  of  men. 
And  set  aflame  the  ever-smoldering  torch 
Of  freedom.   Ah,  'twas  for  a  great  ideal 
That  thou  didst  dare  to  risk  thy  lives,  and  come 
To  settle  in  a  strange  and  barbarous  world. 
'Twas  on  the  same  ideal  that  thou  didst  build 
The  bulwarks  of  the  nation  yet  to  be. 
A  strong  ideal  the  basis ;  yet  today 
Men  falsely  dare  to  say  that  in  the  great  World  War, 
We,  children  of  those  heroes  of  the  past, 
Did  not  work,  fight,  and  die  for  an  ideal. 
Ah,  Pilgrims  new  and  true  as  those  of  old, 
Ah,  men  of  iron,  ah,  hearts  of  purest  gold. 
Ah,  patient,  dauntless  mothers  of  the  state. 
To  thee  our  praise!   To  thee  our  hearts,  that  burn 
With  grief  and  love  and  gratitude ! 
With  filial  love  and  filial  gratitude. 
The  story's  told,  that  to  the  valiant  French, 
Fighting  for  home  and  loved  ones  over  there, 
The  Maid  of  France  appeared  and  led  the  sons 
Of  France  to  victory.   We  know  that,  should 
The  shadow  of  destruction  dread,  e'er  dim  again 
The  clear  blue  skies  of  freedom,  and  the  way 
Seem  dark,  the  struggle  long,  the  guiding  hand 
Of  evorv  Pilgrim  gone  before,  shall  show  the  way; 
Shall  lift  on  high  the  beacon  light  of  Truth, 
And  lead  his  nation  in  the  paths  of  right. 

— LUCILE  SULLIVAN,  '20. 


N  Imitation  of  "Sir  Roger  De  Coveriey." 

No.  24.  Evidences  of  Patriotism. 


Spectator  No.  9. 


Thursday,  Feb.  17,  1921. 


I  pledge  allegiance  to  my  flag  and  to  the 
republic   for   which   it   stands;   one   nation,        r 
indivisible,  with  liberty  and  justice  for  all. 

Sir  Roger  De  Coveriey  and  I  were  taking  an  enjoyable 

walk  on  the  Circle,  when  we  approached  one  of  its  huge 

waterfalls,  which  was  supplying  all  the  air  around  us  with 

a  cool,  delightful  moisture  that  penetrated  the  very  depths 

of  our  lungs.  We  stopped  there  to  get  a  drink,  but  we  did  not  tarry ;  for  our 

imbibing  from  a  little  stream  of  water  was  soon  interrupted  by  some 

music  which  we  heard  in  the  distance. 

Sir  Roger  being  very  fond  of  music,  listened  with  an  attentive  ear 
until  the  strain  came  near  enough  for  us  to  tell  that  it  was  being  played  by 
the  shining  instruments  of  the  Shortridge  High  School  band,  which  was 
leading  a  battalion  of  cadets.  In  front  we  could  clearly  see  a  blue  and  white 
banner,  accompanied  by  an  American  flag.  Sir  Roger  immediately  came 
to  attention,  and  removed  his  hat  from  his  head,  placing  it  next  to  his 
left  shoulder  with  his  right  hand.  The  procession  halted  as  the  band  was 
playing  our  national  anthem.  My  companion  held  his  position  until  the 
last  note  of  that  wonderful  old  hymn  had  been  sounded. 

After  the  parade.  Sir  Roger  and  I  continued  our  walk  toward  North 
Meridian  street.  He  began  discussing  the  lack  of  patriotism  that  was 
shown  when  the  "colors"  passed  by.  He  was  surprised  at  the  number 
of  observers  around  him,  who  deliberately  "kept  covered"  even  while  the 
"Star  Spangled  Banner"  was  being  played.  I  believe  that  if  he  had  not 
been  such  a  dignified  gentleman,  he  would  have  knocked  several  of  the 
unpatriotic  hats  "off." 

—THOMAS  SMITH,  '21. 


P'lr^^'re'^   cDi-ia 


■^OTHER'S  absence,  a  rainy  day,  three  adventurous  young- 
sters (including  a  very  resourceful  eldest  brother,  age 
twelve)  plus  a  tale  of  pirates,  are  sure  to  create  an  un- 
looked-for disturbance.  The  formula  proved  itself  when 
Dick,  Dot,  and  I,  inspired  by  some  such  tale,  decided  to 
play  pirate.  Since  our  house,  unfortunately,  had  no  hidden 
treasure  or  secret  closets,  Dick  suggested  that  we  capture 
the  pantry,  which  held  things  not  to  be  despised  even  by 
brave  and  adventurous  outlaws. 

Cautiously  we  attacked  the  pantry.  Spiced  peaches, 
pickles,  strawberry  jam,  cake  and  even  a  hidden  box  of 
sister's  chocolates  were  uncovered  and  seized  upon.  Each  of  us  had  our 
fill,  and  our  faces  were  marked  with  the  signs  of  our  treasure,  when  the 
pantry  door  opened  and  in  came  Dad.  Our  adventure  lost  its  spice.  Guilty- 
eyed  and  shame-faced,  we  tried  to  remove  the  signs  of  the  feast,  but  Dad 
hard-heartedly  marched  us  to  the  "Den,"  and  sentenced  us  to  the  most 
dreaded  punishments  in  a  child's  life. 

"Spiced  peaches,  pickles,  and  strawberry  jam  are  the  first  part  of 
the  pirates'  gold,"  he  said  earnestly,  but  the  latter  end  is  woe.  You  forgot 
to  read  all  of  the  story.  He  picked  up  the  book  which  we  had  so  eagerly 
listened  to  before,  and  read,  "The  gold  of  the  pirate  is  cursed,  and  in  the 
end  will  turn  to  tarnished  brass." 

Our  treasure  turned  to  "tarnished  brass"  too,  when  Dad  gave  us 
heaping  portions  of  bitter  yellow  root,  and  we  went  to  bed  with  aching 
stomachs,  to  dream  of  pirates  playing  "hide-and-seek"  in  our  halls. 

—HELEN  GWARTNEY,  '21. 


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|HEY  say  we  are  a  mystery, — an  aggravating,  provocative 
mystery,  minus  all  pleasure-giving  thrills!  They  say  we 
are  hopeless  and  getting  worse,  with  not  a  thing  to  redeem 
us !  We  are  foolish  and  frivolous,  daring  and  dance-crazy ! 
Our  ideals  are  wrong;  our  ambitions  they  scorn,  and  there 
is  nothing  to  be  done  to  save  us! 

We  don't  wear  enough,  think  enough,  pray  enough 
or  sleep  enough !  Our  taste  is  too  florid  and  our  manners, 
simply  horrid!  We  dress  all  wrong,  sing  terrible  songs, 
and  are  going  to  ruin  all  along.  According  to  their  dope, 
we  are  without  hope,  beyond  redemption,  and  breaking, 
left  and  right,  all  conventions. 

The  worst  of  our  condemners  say  that  we  ought  to  be  brought  into  line 
to  the  tune  of  a  hickory  stick  and  bread  and  water.  Others  say  we  should 
be  deprived  of  movies  and  all  luxuries,  and  made  to  live  the  simple  life. 
Still  others  say,  "Let  'em  alone,  and  maybe  they'll  come  home,  bringing 
tneir  senses  with  'em!" 

And  we  say,  "We're  not  so  worse;  give  us  a  chance,  will  you? 
We're  all  right,  down  inside,  and  its  bound  to  come  out  some  day!  So  just 
leave  us  alone  and  give  us  a  chance,  will  you?" 

—MARGARET  JENKINS,  '21. 


Of  all  the  lessons  we  have  had. 
This  writing  poems  makes  me  sad. 

I'll  take  a  dozen  propositions. 
And  any  number  of  additions 
To  one  such  task  as  this. 

I  like  to  read  the  poems. 

From  Mother  Goose  to  Guest, 
But  when  it  come  to  writing  them, 
The  others  do  it  best. 


THOMAS  EVANS,  '21. 


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IT^^lHILDREN  are  the  young  of  the  so-called  human  race.  They 
i  are  born  without  sense,  and  most  of  them  never  out  grow 

1.  it :  hence,  they  are  said  to  resemble  their  parents. 

Children  have  no  teeth  at  first,  which  is  one  of  the 
^  wise  provision  of  sapient  nature;  otherwise  they  would 

^         bite  the  fool  relatives  and  friends  who  insist  upon  kissing 
^    ^       them.    I  shouldn't  blame  them,  should  you?    Baby  girls, 
W       especially,  do  not  like  to  be  kissed ;  but  they  outgrow  that 
|M      later. 
I^V  Children   are   not   allowed   to   choose   their   parents, 

which  is  rank  injustice;  but  parents  haven't  any  choice 
"     either,  so  that  makes  it  fifty-fifty. 
Some  small  children  have  no  eye-brows,  but  strangely  enough  they  do 
not  seem  to  miss  them.  Usually  they  are  shy  on  hair,  too,  which  cuts  down 
the  cost  of  their  upkeep,  since  their  parents  do  not  have  to  have  their 
hair  cut  every  other  day.    Ain't  Nature  Grand! 

Every  child  must  have  a  name  you  know,  so  that,  when  he  grows  up, 
bills  can  be  sent  to  him ;  otherwise  the  bills  would  be  delivered  to  the 
wrong  per.son  or  would  never  arrive  at  all,  which  would  be  very  disti'essing. 
Very!  But  naming  a  child  is  after  all,  very  easy,  for  several  reasons.  In 
the  first  place,  no  matter  >vhat  name  is  finally  chosen,  the  baby  can  be, 
backed  into  it  and  he  can't  object.  Secondly,  there  are  so  many  more 
names  to  choose  from  now  than  when  our  forefathers  battled  with  the 
job.  Look  at  all  the  Pullman  Car  names  we  have,  wliich  they  never  sus- 
pected, and  the  apartment  house  names,  and  all  the  cute  little  trade  names 
such  as  Troco,  Nabisco,  Cuticura,  Aspirin,  and  Bevo.  Take  young  baby 
Boggs  for  instance;  what  could  be  more  darling  than  Bevo  Boggs;  or 
the  Cobbles  baby.  Miss  Cuticura  Cobbles,  and  so  forth.  You  can  see  the 
])ossibilities  can  you  not? 

Fathers  and  Mothers  are  the  first  to  suspect  their-  children  of  intelli- 
gence, but  you  know  parents  are  naturally  suspicious. 

In  closing  there  is  this  to  be  said  about  children,   "With   all  their 
faults  we  love  them  still." 
The  stiller  the  better! 

—MARGARET  STROUD,  '21. 


T  was  past  ten  o'clock,  and  all  the  family  had  retired. 
Mollie,  the  cook,  had  been  setting  bread,  and  was,  as  usual, 
the  last  to  go  to  bed.  As  she  walked  down  the  hall  to  the 
stairs,  a  fat  waddling  poodle  followed  her. 

"Lawsie  me^  Toodles,  ain't  you  never  goin'  to  learn 
to  sleep  in  de  kitchen  ?  No  suh !  Yo'all  needn't  come 
around  me.  I  ain't  gona  be  packin'  no  ole  fat  dawgs  up 
de  stahs  at  night.  I  don't  mind  totin'  de  chilluns,  but 
I  draws  de  line  at  dawgs!"  At  this,  Toodles  frisked  about 
her  and  pulled  at  her  skirts,  looking  up  with  eager  eyes. 
"Don't  try  to  ensnarw  me  wif  dem  gleamin'  eyes!  I 
is  sholy  goin'  to  make  you  stay  heah  to-night.  No  ole  dawg  needn't  think 
that  jes'  cause  he's  got  the  gout,  I'se  a  goin'  to  carry  him  up  de  stahs 
ech  night.  No  suh!  Exuhsize  some  of  de  fat  offen  yuh!  Luhn  how  to  walk 
up  dem  steps,  yo'sef !" 

After  this  brisk  tirade,  Mollie  swept  up  the  stairs  as  though  the  matter 
were  settled.  Toodles  was  not  convinced.  He  pawed  frantically  at  the 
lower  step,  and  then  tried  to  climb  up.  But  his  avoirdupois  was  unequal 
to  a  feat  like  this,  and,  struggle  as  he  might,  he  could  make  no  headway. 
So  he  gave  up  trying,  and  settled  himself  at  the  foot  of  the  stairs,  and 
raised  his  voice  towards  heaven  in  piteous  appeal.  In  a  few  minutes 
Jlollie  reappeared  in  the  upper  hall,  clad  in  a  gaily  flowered  kimono  over 
a  pink  striped  night-dress.  She  leaned  over  the  banister,  and  spoke 
through  the  darkness  to  the  whining  Toodles  below,  in  caressing  tones. 

"Now,  honey,  don't  you  go  to  carrying  on  like  dat.  Mollie  nevah 
meant  notliin'.  Besides  you'all  don't  want  to  rouse  up  de  rest  ob  de  fambly, 
does  you?"    Toodles,  with  fine  discernment,  again  whined  pitifully. 

"Well,  then,  if  yo'  ain't  a  goin'  to  be  satisfied  down  deah,  I  reckon 
Mollie'll  hev  to  come  and  tote  yo'all  up  aftah  all."  And,  lighting  a  lamp, 
she  shufflled  down  the  steps  and  picked  the  fluffy,  white  dog  up  in  her  arms. 
"Bress  yo'  old  sweet  heaht!"  she  said,  as  she  carried  him  up  the  stairs. 
"Molly  didn't  have  no  intentions  of  lettin'  yo'  stay  away  down  in  de  dahk, 
far  off  from  evuhbody,  noway.  No  suh !  you's  goin'  to  have  yo'  pillow  in 
Mollie's  room,  ,ies'  like  yo'all  wants  it.  little  lovin'  dawg!"  And  she  carried 
him  away  to  her  room,  bestowing  lavish  caresses  the  while.  Toodles  only 
smiled  as  dogs  sometimes  do. 

—DAISY  SCHITLZ,  '21. 


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A  LITTLE  STORY  FROM  DAILY  LIFE 
M  one  day,  in  my  eventful  and  equally  errandful  fifth  year, 
I  was  sent  to  the  grocery  with  instructions  to  buy  a  pound 
of  rice,  with  the  added  permission  that,  should  any  change 
remain  from  the  dime  which  my  mother  had  given  me, 
I  might  squander  it  on  some  longed  for  goody. 

Although  the  rice  may  have  been  primary  in  my 
mother's  mind,  said  vegetable  took  a  back  seat  when  candy 
entered  into  the  story.  Upon  entering  the  grocery,  I 
paraded  up  to  the  candy  counter  and  feasted  my  orbs  on 
the  various  sweets;  the  article  that  struck  me  as  right 
was  loUypopn  at  one  cent  each  or  three  for  two  cents. 
The  spectacled  grocer  handed  me  three  at  a  bargain  price,  one  of  which  I 
promptly  devoured. 

After  having  thus  allayed  my  hunger  for  a  short  time,  I  then  asked 
the  clerk  for  a  pound  of  rice,  which  he  promptly  weighed  out  and  wrapped 
up.   "Ten  cents,"  he  said  as  he  handed  it  over  the  counter. 

Realizing  my  financial  embarasment.  I  told  the  grocer  that  I  would 
have  to  get  more  money.  Munching  the  three  for  two  cent  treasures,  I 
walked  into  my  home,  and  informed  my  rice-needy  mother  that  she  had 
failed  to  provide  sufficient  funds  for  the  rice. 

—THEODORE  MEDIAS,  '21. 


THE    SAME    STORY    TOLD    BY    ANOTHER 

HEN  I  was  about  five  years  old,  my  mother  one  day  sent 
me  to  the  grocery  to  get  a  pound  of  rice. 

"If  there  is  any  change,  you  may  buy  some  candy," 
she  said. 

Hurrying  to  the  store,  I  approached  the  candy  counter 
and  amused  myself  by  wondering  what  I  would  buy  with 
the  penny's  change.  "One  lollypop  for  a  penny,  three  for 
two  cents  Surely,"  I  thought  to  myself,  "I  shall  profit  by 
buying  the  three  lollypops  for  they  will  last  me  all  day!" 

Soon  the  delicious  confections  were  over  the  counter 
and  into  my  hands,  and  then  one  of  the  into  my  mouth.   I 
next  held  out  my  dime  and  told  the  clerk  I  wanted  a  pound  of  rice. 

"But  child,"  he  said,  "you  have  not  enough  money.  Rice  is  ten  cents 
a  pound."   Little  did  it  occur  to  me  to  return  the  candy  and  get  the  rice. 

"Well,"  said  I,  after  a  long  pause,  "I'll  keep  these,"  pointing  to  the 
candy,  which  I  held  tightly  in  my  hand. 

The  man  gave  me  the  change,  and  I  started  home.  As  I  entered  the 
house,  I  gave  the  money  to  my  much  astonished  mother,  telling  her  that 
I  had  bought  the  candy,  but  that  she  had  not  given  me  enough  money 
for  the  rice. 

— GOLDIE  BERNSTEIN,  '2L 


-T^l^\  >  '  I  RATHER  was  getting  up  in  years  now.  The  realization  came 
1^  >  V , ' '  upon  tlie  family  quite  suddenly,  after  Mother  had  men- 
I  "  J^xJ|^  tioned  the  number  of  candles  his  next  birthday  cake  would 
l^'-^^Hi  flaunt.  They  hadn't  noticed  it  before,  but  Father  was 
^^  -  *^^  •  getting  to  the  place  where  he  needed  to  take  care  of  him- 
self. A  family  as  modern  as  the  Warrens  couldn't  allow 
Father  to  reach  advanced  age  in  that  comfortable  rotun- 
dity which  used  to  be  considered  quite  proper.  And  he 
was  increasing  alarmingly  in  weight.  After  exertion  of 
any  length  he  even  showed  signs  of  exhaustion. 

The  breakfast  table  was  a  convenient  place  for  dis- 
cussion. Many  "weighty"  matters  had  been  debated  and  finally  settled 
over  the  cereal  and  grape  fruit.  Never  before  had  the  spirit  of  reform, 
which  causes  turmoil  in  so  many  households,  been  so  rampant  as  now. 
Bob  was  the  chief  propounder  of  miraculous  and  high-sounding  reforms, 
the  nature  of  which  depended  solely  upon  the  last  book  devoured.  (Living 
up  to  his  guiding  proverb,  in  which  he  exchanged  the  one  knock  of  oppor- 
tunity to  many  and  added  a  startling  phrase  concerning  the  seizing  of 
all  of  them,  he  pounced  eagerly  upon  this  experiment.) 

"Yes,  Father,  I'll  bring  home  that  book  on  'Keeping  Fit  at  Sixty.'  " 
Bob  aired  his  wisdom,  "By  using  the  things  nature  has  given  you,  you 
can  be  the  picture  of  health." 

Here  Father  made  a  mental  note  of  the  fact,  that  not  for  years  had 
he  felt  other  than  the  "picture  of  health." 

"It'll  take  grit,  because  it  means  sacrifices.  You'll  feel  like  twenty 
in  a  month,"  Bob  asserted  firmly.  "You  bet!  You'll  feel  like  twenty  in 
a  month." 

From  behind  the  morning  paper.  Father  was  silent.  Except  on  the 
occasions  when  the  fervor  of  the  debaters  became  too  intense,  he  seemingly 
was  a  deaf  audience.  The  fact  that  it  was  his  fate  being  decided,  did  not 
disturb  his  serenity.  He  was  experienced  in  the  art  of  graceful  submission, 
for  he  valued  a  peaceful  atmosphere  above  any  mere  triumph  of  words. 


JUST    -F*-t^"ri-1iSP? 


He  finished  the  meal,  folded  the  paper  with  much  undue  rustling  and 
brought  out  his  pipe  with  a  long  practiced  flourish.  After  a  few  reflective 
puffs  he  left  the  room,  with  the  same  cheery  "Good-bye,  everybody,"  that 
he  had  used  for  years. 

Bob  shook  his  head  dismally.  Until  that  day,  he  had  noticed  nothing 
dangerous  in  these  firmly  rooted  habits. 

"Father's  in  a  rut,  and  we'll  have  to  pull  him  out." 

"Yes,  they  say  it's  perfectly  wonderful  what  a  difference  the  proper 
exercise  makes  in  a  person."  Lois  was  youthfully  enthusiastic.  "The  days 
are  past  when  a  man  could  settle  down. and  watch  himself  grow  old.  I 
think  it's  a  great  idea,  don't  you,  mother?" 

Mother  wasn't  sure.  She  had  old-fashioned  ideas  about  many  things, 
but  relinquished  them  good-naturedly  to  the  children.  Even  that  evening, 
when  Bob  insisted  that  she  substitute  milk  and  eggs  for  Father's  beloved 
cofl'ee  and  steak,  her  protest  was  mild.  But  she  watched  anxiously  as 
Father  settled  himself  at  the  table. 

"What's  this?"  He  feigned  surprise  at  the  meager  repast. 

"Oh,  just  a  part  of  the  course  in  keeping  fit,"  Bob  explained  casually. 

"Keeping  fit?  Keeping  fit?"  Father  repeated  in  a  diaphanous  attempt 
at  good  humor. 

"Yes,  you  know  you  can't  eat  pie  or  drink  coffee  if  you  want  good 
health." 

Suddenly  Father's  tone  changed  sharply.  "No  more  of  this  foolishness, 
son.   I'll  do  it  once,  but  never  again. 

As  usual,  at  the  end  of  the  meal  he  produced  his  pipe.  Take  away 
anything  but  his  pipe,  and  he  could  endure  life.  He  was  about  to  launch 
into  a  eulogistic  declamation  on  the  after-dinner  pipe,  when  Bob  jumped 
up  in  alarm. 

"Stop!  Why  that's  the  worst  thing  you  can  do.  Smoking's  on  the 
ban,  too,  if  you  want  to  keep  fit." 

Bob's  warmth  aroused  Father,  who  pointed  out  with  equal  intensity 
the  danger  in  taking  away  suddenly  anything  so  much  a  part  of  his  daily 
life.  Not  since  Bob  and  Lois  were  at  the  headstrong  age,  had  a  Warren 
meal  been  so  stormy.  For  a  while,  the  squall  dangerously  rocked  the 
domestic  boat. 

By  bed  time,  however,  the  strained  relations  had  eased  a  bit.  Father 
was  restored  to  a  semblance  of  good-nature,  and  Bob's  pride  was  healing 
from  the  bruises  it  had  suflfered.  Condescending  an  amiable  "good  night," 
Father  went  up  stairs  whistling  "The  Old  Oaken  Bucket."    The  quaint 


OUST    -F^-FlTk-IER 

strain  lasted  until  the  bedroom  door  creaked,  then  stopped  in  the  middle 
of  a  warble.  Bob  sensed  the  reason  and  hurried  to  explain.  Father  was 
standing  outside  the  door,  the  picture  of  outraged  fatherhood. 

His  room  was  unrecognizable.  The  bed  had  been  torn  from  the  corner 
where  it  had  snuggled  for  years,  and  now  stood  blandly  before  the  open 
window.  The  rocker,  in  which  he  smoked  his  last  pipe  each  night,  was  gone. 
The  room  was  devoid  of  furniture ;  every  beloved  treasure  had  been  rudely 
moved.    This  was  enough  to  snap  the  most  elastic  disposition. 

"I  say,  Father" — Bob  affected  geniality — "you  know  the  book  says 
you  must  have  plenty  of  fresh  air  while  you  are  sleeping.  And  you  have 
to  have  the  room  for  the  exercises  you  are  going  to  take  every  night  and 
morning.   Let's  start  right  away." 

"Start?   Start  what?"  Father  gasped  in  indignation. 

"Why,  the  exercises.  Don't  be  an  old  fogy,  Father.  Now  just  try  it. 
It'll  make  you  feel  like  twenty.  Come  on,  be  a  good  sport,  I  knew  you 
would." 

"Only  once,  I  said."  Father  vv-as  rolling  up  his  sleeves  firmly.  "Only 
once. !" 

For  an  hour  he  strided  and  lowered  and  jumped  until  perspiration 
bedewed  his  flushed  brow.  Bob  was  an  earnest  teacher  and  Father  retired, 
utterly  exhausted,  to  awaken  the  next  morning  with  every  muscle  creaking. 

"How  do  you  feel  ?"  Bob  asked  in  a  conciliatory  tone  at  the  breakfast 
table. 

"Not  like  twenty!"  Father  snorted  from  behind  his  paper. 

The  meal  was  begun  with  a  state  of  war  threatening,  but  Father's 
balmy  nature  could'nt  long  remain  stormy.  At  least  Bob  attributed  his 
sudden  good  humor  to  his  sunny  disposition.  His  change  in  spirit  seemed 
to  have  happened  in  a  moment.  Through  a  word  diplomatically  inserted 
here  and  there,  son  had  him  on  friendly  relations  again.  Bob  thought  he 
detected  a  peculiarly  bright  twinkle  in  his  eye,  for  one  so  recently  angered. 
But  then,  he  reflected.  Father  was  wise  enough  to  know  that  this  "keep  fit" 
course  was  a  good  thing. 

That  night  Father  didn't  appear  until  long  after  the  evening  meal. 
Except  for  a  little  fluttering.  Mother  appeared  not  to  notice  his  absence, 
a  fact  which  surprised  Bob.  When  he  finally  sauntered  in,  he  was  whistling. 
He  carefully  evaded  any  question  concerning  his  absence  and  affably 
engaged  in  conversation  with  Mother.  Bob  was  suspicious,  and  before 
Father  removed  his  spectacles  preparatory  to  retiring,  he  slipped  upstairs. 

Everything  was  as  prescribed  in  the  room.  Queer,  but  there  was  a 
slip  somewhere.  A  slight  rustling  in  the  adjoining  closet  caught  his 
attention.  He  opened  the  door  cautiously.  In  the  middle  of  the  large  airy 
place  stood  a  little  red  table,  a  childhood  toy,  bearing  the  remains  of  a 
regal  supper.  Underneath,  playfully  toying  with  the  evening  paper  sat 
Tabby,  Father's  especial  pet. 

Quite  a  cozy  little  retreat  No  wonder  he  didn't  come  to  a  supper  of 
milk  and  eggs.  The  joke  was  on  Bob.  As  he  went  down  the  hall,  from 
below,  the  strain  of  "The  Old  Oaken  Bucket,"  picked  out  on  the  piano  with 
one  finger,  floated  upstairs  borne  on  a  faint  aroma  of  tobacco  smoke. 

Lois  put  her  head  out  as  he  passed.   "Who  is  that?" 

Bob  smiled.   "Oh,  just  Father." 

—MARGARET  JENKINS,  '21. 


HILE,  in  other  camps,  contests  to  determine  the  champion 
eater  were  going  on,  in  the  Second  Aero  squadron,  which 
had  reached  England  two  weeks  before,  existed  a  unique 
sort  of  rivalry  in  which  the  winners  were  the  ones  who 
arrived  at  the  table  last,  ate  least,  and  left  the  table  first. 
The  reason  lay  in  the  menu,  which,  ever  since  their  coming, 
had  read  something  like  this: 
Rabbit  Stew 
Fried  Rabbit 
Broiled  Rabbit 
Rabbit  a  la  England,  etc.,  etc. 
The    ranking   lieutenant    of   the    company    looked    at    the    rows    of 
untouched  plates  containing  rabbit  in  some  form  or  other.    He  realized 
that  an  underfed,  discontented  division  would  be  none  to  his  credit,  and 
that  something  must  be  done.    Nothing  more  than  rabbit  was  available, 
and  he  was  no  magician.   A  long  conference  with  the  cook  failed  to  bring 
any  results.   The  lieutenant  paced  the  floor  and  then  began  inspecting  the 
shelves.   Among  other  things  he  found  some  prunes,  pickles,  and  a  variety 
of  spices.   He  looked  thoughtful  for  a  while,  and  then  grinned  as  he  called 
the  cook  to  his  side.   "Do  you  think  we  can  work  it?"  he  asked.   The  cook 
nodded. 

"Chicken  Fricassee"  glared  the  doughboys  in  the  face,  the  next  morn- 
ing. The  proverbial  thunderbolt  out  of  a  clear  sky  could  not  have  surprised 
them  any  more  than  this  sign  did.  They  could  not  believe  the  witness  of 
their  eyes.  It  was  too  good  to  be  true.  On  this  day  there  were  no  men 
straggling  into  the  mess  hall;  in  their  stead,  a  yelling,  pushing,  jubilant 
crowd  formed  when  dinner  time  was  yet  an  hour  off.  When  the  doors  of 
the  "eat  house"  were  at  last  thrown  open,  the  men  rushed  in  like  so  many 
starving  maniacs ;  and  when  the  meSs  was  placed  on  the  table,  there  was 
a  general  shout  of,  "Oh,  man;"  and  then  not  another  sound  but  that  of 
grinding  teeth  was  heard. 

In  the  kitchen,  the  pickles  and  prunes  were  gone;  the  spice  in  the 
cans  had  diminished  greatly,  and  the  pot  where  the  "day-before-leavings" 
were  usually  kept,  was  empty.  The  lieutenant  heaved  a  sigh  of  relief, 
watched  a  while  longer,  and  then  winked  at  the  cook,  who  was  rubbing 
his  beefy  hands  together.  As  he  made  his  exit,  he  muttered,  "You  don't 
always  have  to  hypnotize  a  man  to  make  him  think  he's  eating  sugar 
when  you're  feeding  him  strychnine."       —THEODORE  MEDIAS,  '21. 


'Il  HE  gridiron  shook  with  a  chorus  of  cheers  as  the  home 
eleven  trotted  upon  the  field.  Every  Marathon  rooter 
was  on  his  feet,  calling  vociferously  on  the  various 
members  of  the  team  to  "sock  it  to  'em,"  "eat  'em  up," 
and,  in  other  various  ways,  to  disintegrate  the  oppos- 
ing players.  Even  "Fatty"  Burgess,  acknowledged  as 
the  heaviest-weight  of  Marathon  High,  was  busily 
engaged  in  preserving  his  balance,  and  in  admonish- 
ing the  tackles  "not  to  leave  a  grease  spot  of  'em." 

It  was  the  semi-final  game  of  the  season,  for  many 
years  played  with  Oakland  High  School  of  Freemont. 
The  last  contest  between  the  two  opposing  teams 
had  resulted  in  a  victory  for  Oakland,  and  this  year, 
Marathon  was  eagerly  hoping  for  adequate  retaliation. 
The  final  game  with  Wales  High  of  Freemont,  the 
crowning  feature  of  the  football  season,  was  sched- 
uled to  come  off  three  days  later,  and  Coach  Lane  had 
predicted  that  if  Marathon  defeated  Oakland  by  a  reasonable  margin,  their 
chances  would  be  above  par  in  the  closing  contest.  In  the  mind  of  every 
loyal  rooter,  these  chances  had  their  foundation  in  Ransdall,  star  quarter- 
back of  the  team. 

Meanwhile,  Ransdall  and  his  team-mates  were  forming  their  line 
for  the  kick-oft'.  The  whistle  sounded,  and  the  fray  began.  The  ball  sailed 
far  back  to  Oakland's  forty-yard  line  before  it  was  finally  captured  by 
the  huge  center,  and  he  was  forced  to  the  ground,  almost  immediately, 
by  the  quarter-back  of  the  home  team. 

The  bleachers  shrilled  their  exultation.  Never  had  there  been  a  fleeter 
quarter!  So  it  seemed;  for  Ransdall  and  his  fello^^s,  working  like  a  power- 
ful battering  ram,  literally  overran  the  opposing  team.  An  over-whelming 
victory  for  Marathon  was  apparent.  The  first  half  ended  with  a  score 
of  24-0,  Marathon. 

While  the  exuberant  students  pai-aded  up  and  down  th?  field  to  the 


□UHRrER-BHat-mD-CHEmiST 


tune  of  "Cheer,  Boys,  Cheer!"  Ransdall  and  his  comrades  were  having 
a  refreshing  rub-down  and  a  bowl  of  soup  in  the  dressing  quarters. 

"I  don't  see  how  we  can  possibly  beat  them,"  jokingly  remarked 
Ransdall,  as  he  swallowed  the  hot  soup  which  the  Chinese  cook,  hired 
for  such  occasions,  had  just  handed  him.  "They've  run  up  too  much  of 
a  score!   VVe  haven't  got  a  chance!" 

"Nope,"  acquiesced  Nelson,  the  center.    "Impossible!" 
"Call  off  the  funeral,  and  let's  go!"  urged  Patrel,  the  full-back.   "We 
want  fifty  points  this  game!" 

Again  they  swept  upon  tlie  field.  After  the  preliminary  practice,  the 
whistle  sent  the  ball  sailing  towards  the  Marathon  goal  for  the  beginning 
of  the  second  half.  Suddenly,  the  watchers  on  the  side  lines  noticed  that 
there  was  something  wrong  with  Ransdall.  He  was  perceptibly  slower, 
alarmingly  so,  indeed!  He  missed  an  easy  forward  pass,  and  the  home 
rooters  groaned  in  unison  for  the  first  time  during  the  contest.  Oakland 
scored  their  first  touchdown.  Things  grew  worse!  The  score  was  tied, 
and  onl}^  five  minutes  remained  in  which  to  play.  Ransdall  was  experienc- 
ing one  of  the  queerest  battles  of  his  life.  He  had  never  felt  so  tired  and 
w^eak.  He  seemed  to  be  dragging  heavy  chains  wherever  he  went.  Even 
his  mentality  was  numbed.    He  stumbled  along  as  if  in  a  dream. 

Someone  on  the  bleachers  uttered  the  terrible  condemnation,  "He's 
yellow!"  and  the  malediction  immediately  .spread.  There  was  no  other 
explanation  but  that  Ransdall  was  really  a  quitter.  Some  of  the  most 
loyal  ones  kept  silent,  but  that  did  not  j-emedv  tlie  situation.  Things 
went  on  from  bad  to  worse,  for  Marathon,  until,  by  the  final  touchdov/n 
of  the  day,  Nelson  saved  the  day. 

The  following  afternoon,  "Fatty"  Burgess  came  to  visit  Ransdall 
at  his  home.  He  was  the  first  school  mate  to  seek  the  quarter-back  since 
the  game  which  had  ruined  the  player's  reputation.  Ransdall  had  not 
ventured  out.  He  was  busily  engaged  at  his  pet  hobby.  His  chum  found 
him  in  his  room,  surrounded  by  chemical  paraphernelia  of  all  kinds.  He 
tactfully  refrained  from  mentioning  Ransdall's  disgrace  of  yesterday. 

"Well,  old  top,"  he  exclaimed,  "I  see  you're  at  it  again!" 

"Oil  yes,"  rejoined  the  former  star  thoughtfully. 

"You  gonna  give  me  another  lesson?"  laughingly  queried  "Tubby," 
referring  to  the  fact  that  Ransdall  was  in  the  habit  of  explaining  all  of 
iiis  ideas  to  his  sympathizing  chum. 

"Take  a  seat,  please,"  mocked  Ranny;  "I  will  proceed  to  demonstrate. 
Here  we  have  a  white  mouse,  genus  rum-rumious,  guaranteed  to  be  a 
mouse,  and  here  are  samples  of  chloral  acotamide,  aldol,  cyanhydrin,  and 


QJaRTER-BFlQl-mD-CH-EmiST 

hydrate.    I  will  now  dip  a  grain  of  corn  into  this  chloral  hydrate,  and 
feed  it  to  the  rum-rumious.   You  percieve!" 

The  mouse  actually  began  to  show  symptoms  of  its  dose.  Whereas 
formerly  it  had  run  lightly  about,  it  now  could  hardly  move.  Its  features 
stiffened,  and  it  died  in  exactly  three  minutes. 

"Looks  sompin'  like  you  did  yesterday,"  remarked  "Tubby"  thought- 
lessly. 

"Hum,  so  it  does,"  agreed  Ransdall;  and  he  grew  thoughtful. 

finally  he  pulled  himself  together  and  grabbed  his  hat  and  coat. 

"Whatcha  gonna  do?"  queried  Burgess. 

"Come  on,"  was  all  that  Ranny  would  say. 

The  quarter-back  led  his  companion  at  a  running  gait  to  the  football 
field.  Long  before  he  got  there,  "Tubby"  was  puffing  along  behind.  Ranny's 
actions  were  a  complete  puzzle  to  the  mystified  fat  boy.  The  quarter 
entered  the  dressing  room  with  a  skeleton  key,  seized  an  innocent  looking 
bottle  which  he  found  on  the  cooking  table,  and  the  fished  out  a  little  cold 
soup  in  the  bottom  of  a  bowl  near  by.  It  was  the  bowl  from  which  he 
had  obtained  nourishment  the  day  before.  He  poured  the  soup  into  another 
bottle  which  he  had  in  his  pocket. 

"Say!   Are  you  hungry?"  scornfully  asked  Tubby. 

"It's  lucky  the  cook  wasn't  cleanly  enough  to  wash  up,"  answered 
Ranny. 

"Huh,"  uttered  his  thoroughly  disgusted  companion ;  "you'd  better 
go  see  the  cook  about  it,  and  reward  him!" 

"That's  just  exactly  what  I'm  going  to  do,"  rejoined  the  quarter, 
smiling.  Sure  enough,  he  set  out  towards  the  little  shanty  in  which  lived 
the  Chinese  representative  in  question. 

"Tubby"  saw  him  knock  at  the  door  and  go  inside.  Through  the 
little  window  he  watched,  while  Ranny  conversed  earnestly  with  the  owner 
of  the  pig-tail.    Finally  he  saw  Ranny  give  the  Chinese  a  half-dollar. 

"Loony!"  sorrowfully  thought  "Tubby"  as  he  followed  the  youthful 
exploiter  back  to  his  home. 

Ranny  hurried  straight  to  his  room,  and  began  to  experiment  with  the 
contents  of  the  two  bottles  he  had  brought.  He  gave  a  second  mouse  a 
dose  from  the  first  bottle,  and  it  died  almost  immediately.  He  dropped 
a  powder  into  the  soup;  a  jelly-like  precipitate  formed,  and  he  killed  a 
third  mouse  with  it. 

"Oh,"  exclaimed  "Tubby."   He  had  begun  to  see  light. 

By  the  next  evening,  thanks  to  the  efforts  of  "Fatty,"  the  whole 
school  was  prepai-ed  to  hear  the  principal  give  a  startling  account  of  a 
rare  bit  of  treachery.  The  fact  that  a  player  on  the  Oakland  team  had 
given  the  Chinese  cook  a  new  seasoning,  which  he  said  Ranny  had  told 
him  to  have  placed  in  his  soup,  was  the  big  detail  which  had  been  missing 
up  to  that  time. 

The  following  afternoon,  a  rejuvenated  quarter-back  and  star  player 
led  his  team  to  victory  against  Wales. 

—BROOKS  BLOSSOM,  '22. 


NE  morning,  at  about  8 :40  o'clock,  a  brave  Shortridge  lad 
was  strolling  about  the  extensive  ground  of  our  beloved 
school,  when  a  faint  odor  of  smoke  was  borne  to  him  on  the 
breeze.  Startled  by  this  unusual  scent,  for  Mr.  Buck  had 
been  waging  a  victorious  war  on  those  addicted  to  the  ter- 
rible pleasures  of  tobacco,  our  hero  set  off  like  a  blood- 
hound. But  what  was  his  surprise  to  find,  instead  of  a  small 
group  of  law-breakers,  an  ominous  column  of  smoke  issu- 
ing from  a  basement  window.  With  truly  noble  spirit  he 
dashed  madly  into  the  office,  where  he  found  the  usual 
ine  awaiting  Mr.  Dirks'  jurisdiction.  He  me?kly  took  his 
jjlace  in  the  line  and  waited  his  turn.  In  the  meantime,  others  had  noticed 
the  smoke,  and  Mv.  Wade  valiantly  took  a  fire  extinguisher  and  dashed 
amid  the  flames.  He  quickly  emerged  with  some  singed  hair  and  the  tiny 
extinguisher,  which  seemed  to  have  added  vigor  to  the  flames.  By  this 
time  our  hero,  now  coming  to  his  turn,  politely  v,ished  Mr.  Dirks  a  good 
morning,  and  then  carelessly  added  that  the  old  building  was  ablaze. 

The  alarm  was  immediately  rung,  and  everyone  gleefully  turned  out. 
As  scon  as  the  cause  of  this  pleasant  recess  from  the  honors  of  Latin, 
Geometry,  Physics,  etc.,  was  made  known,  several  youths,  realizing  the 
danger,  decided  school  was  no  place  for  them,  and  so  hastened  joyfully 
to  the  nearest  movie.  Many  others  hastened  to  follow  this  cautious 
example.  A  large  crowd  gathered  about  the  main  point  of  interest,  and 
watched  with  dying  hopes,  as  the  red  flames  turned  to  harmless  smoke. 
As  soon  as  the  fire  began  to  fade  away,  Mr.  Buck  threw  a  cordon  around 
the  school  to  prevent  further  departure  on  the  part  of  the  students,  to 
whom  he  gave  orders  to  gather  in  the  auditorium.  Hither  all  the  unfor- 
tunates went  like  lambs  to  the  slaughter.  The  sad  announcement  was 
then  made  that  all  classes  would  continue. 

By  this  time  rumors  had  reached  Tech  and  Manual.  At  Tech  it  was 
known  that  Mr.  Buck  had  perished  in  the  flames  in  an  eff'ort  to  save  a 
poor  little  Freshman  girl.  At  Manual  it  was  authentically  reported  that 
eight  hundred  students  had  been  pinned  beneath  a  falling  wall.  However, 
despite  these  rumors,  aside  from  our  respected  chemistry  teacher's  crisply 
curled  locks,  no  catastrophe  was  evident.  Thus  ended  the  terrible  fire, 
and  it  is  my  earnest  hope  that  never  again  will  a  fire — at  least  such  an 
uninteresting  one — break  out  at  Shortridge  unless  I  am  there  to  see  it. 

—JACK  STREET.  '21. 


13     Ml.     PER 


100      Ml.  PER 


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UR  fair  city's  known  afar, 

From  coast  to  coast,  from  mount  to  mount. 
Ahead  in  many  things  we  are; 

But  the  street  care  service  "sure's  no  count." 


We've  pretty  parks,  we've  pretty  streets, 

We've  many  a  pretty  lane ; 
But  oh  the  thing  that  "takes  the  beets," 

The  street  car  service  is  our  bane. 


We've  heard  about  the  other  lines ; 

They're  bad ;  that  well  we  know. 
But  the  cars  that  wear  the  "Penna"  signs 

Have  caused  ourselves  much  woe. 


Their  wheels  are  the  latest  in  watches ; 

Octagonal  and  thin  as  a  dime ; 
Their  p'rif'ry  is  filled  with  small  notches. 

They  never  arrive  on  good  time. 


'Tis  in  vain  that  I  beg  him  to  hurry. 
The  motorman  simply  laughs ; 

He  says  to  me,  "Why  should  I  worry?" 
The  same  as  the  rest  of  his  craft. 


I  resign  myself  to  unkind  fate; 

0,  in  my  head  a  sad  thought  lurks, 
For  I  will  surely  come  too  late. 

And  have  to  go  to  Mr.  Dirks. 

—RUTH  THOMAS. 


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IS.    SNARKER.  deprived   the   simmering  pork   chops  of 

tl|'/l  ^  ^  ^^^'  attentions  long  enough  to  thrust  her  head  through 
j!'  I  •■■  I . •  ill  the  kitchen  door-way.  "We're  through!  H?.rry's  seventy- 
-ll,:if^  .M:illl|4:'ll!ll!ijl  five  cents  made  just  enough.  Now  v:hcn  Cousin  Homer 
comes,  he  can  sleep  on  a  brand-new  davenport,  and  the 
boys  won't  need  to  double  up." 

The  family  greeted  this  announcement  with  a  joyful 
shout  which  caused  the  elderly  Mrs.  Fink,  upstairs,  hastily 
to  apply  her  ear  to  the  floor  in  an  endeavor  to  find  out 
the  cause  of  this  unseemly  clamor.  George  voiced  the 
sentiments  of  the  family :  "Gee  whiz,  I  won't  feel  natural 
spending  a  nickel  for  a  Saturday  Evening.  Pos!:. 

For  almost  a  year  the  Snarker  family,  nine  according  to  the  census, 
had  been  practicing  the  strictest  economy  in  order  to  acquire  a  further 
adornment  to  their  five  room  flat;  to  wit,  a  davenport.  None  of  your 
cheap  apologies,  which,  when  unfolded,  required  tha  combined  efforts  of 
the  janitor  and  the  people  across  the  hall  to  get  it  "put  back  together," 
but  a  real  honest-to-goodness,  thirty-nine  dollars  and  fifty  cent  one  with  a 
guaranteed  mattress,  such  as  one  scss  in  pictures,  with  a  bull-dog  gamely 
tugging  at  its  indestructible  stuffing.  From  tho  blond,  sophisticated  Estelle, 
who  worked  in  one  of  the  big  oincs3  in  th:  city,  to  the  also  blonde  but 
not  so  sophisticated  Marie,  aged  five,  who,  though  rather  hazy  as  to  the 
general  aim  of  all  this  penury,  vras  doing  her  utmost  to  the  extent  of  a 
penny-a-week  allowance,  they  had  all  had  their  finger  in  the  pie. 

After  George  had  unbosmied  himself,  the  paternal  fountain-head  of 
wisdom  was  struck  by  an  id:a  which  he  speedily  communicated  to  the 
rest.  "I'll  tell  you  what!  I'll  take  the  money  down  in  the  morning  and 
get  four  ten-dollar  gold  pieces  fcr  it."  This  by  virtue  of  a  bookkeepership 
in  the  the  Farmers'  Savings  and  Trust  Company.  "It'll  be  fine  for  your 
mother  to  go  in  a-.:d  clap  ("own  four  gold  pieces  like  that.  None  of  this 
cheap  installment  s'u.T"  for  me!  We  pay  cash." 

Already  Mrs.  Snarker  had  made  full  preparation  for  the  momentous 
occasion.  Her  dearest  enemj%  Mrs.  Henrietta  Smee,  who  was  reputed  to 
have  henpecked  heis.lx  into  a  substantia]  life  insurance  set'.lern  nt,  and 


rHE-DDUBTfUL-  DPfVEHPORT 

who,  as  a  result,  was  putting  on  unbecoming  airs,  was  to  accompany  her. 
Mrs.  Smee  was  silenced  for  once  by  the  reported  magnitude  of  the  purchase. 

"Gee!"  rhapsodized  Estelle  internally,  "this'll  come  in  handy  with  that 
new  fellow  I  met  today."  Carefully  depositing  her  chewing  gum  on  the 
bed  post,  she  made  ready  to  retire. 

The  next  afternoon,  in  all  her  glory,  Mrs.  Snarker  set  about  the  busi- 
ness of  buying  the  davenport.  Talking  busily  about  the  rumored  break 
in  the  O'Farrell  family,  due  to  Mr.  O'Farrell's  propensity  for  violence 
when  influenced  by  the  current  quality  of  hooch,  they  at  length  arrived 
down  town. 

They  arrived  at  the  scene  of  battle  and  a  gentlemanly  salesman  took 
them  in  charge.  Mrs.  Snarker  knew  already  what  kind  of  a  davenport 
she  wanted,  but  she  was  not  sure  what  kind  of  upholstering  should  adorn 
it.  The  salesman  mentally  reviewed  the  possibilities  and  girded  himself; 
as  it  were,  to  sell  her  the  only  one  in  the  house.  Mrs.  Smee  was  of  the 
opinion  that  it  v/ouldn't  'go"  well  with  the  wall  paper,  but  in  her  over- 
awed condition  she  offered  a  more  feeble  resistance  than  usual.  However, 
the  salesman  had  a  line  that  Mrs.  Snarker  "fell  for,"  and  after  the  detail 
of  choosing  the  davenport,  she  fumbled  for  her  purse. 

"My  Lord,  Henrietta!    I've  lost  my  purse!" 

A  hurry-up  call  to  the  Farmers'  Saving  and  Trust  brought  home  Mr. 
Snarker,  literally  on  the  gallop.  Mrs.  Snarker  had  evidently  sensed  that 
Mrs.  Smee  had  not  been  so  enthusiastic  in  her  condolences  as  she  might 
have  been,  but  the  look  in  her  eye  warned  Wellington  not  to  bandy  words 
with  h':r.  After  having  ascertained  the  circumstances  as  nearly  as  possible, 
he  telephoned  the  street  car  company,  and  was  politely  informed  that 
seldom  did  such  an  article  get  past  the  conductor,  let  alone  the  reclaim 
office.  Of  course  the  police  would  be  useless,  but  it  would  be  a  comfort 
to  tell  them  about  it,  so  he  telephoned  them.  He  was  assured  that  the 
matter  would  be  given  immediate  tatention  and  that  all  patrolmen  would 
be  instructed  to  watch  the  spenders  of  en-dollar  gold  pieces.  The  hopeful 
desk-sergean  advised  the  placing  of  a  want-ad  in  the  paper. 

By  this  time  the  family  was  assembling  in  numbers.  "I  knew  it," 
groaned  George,  "it  didn't  seem  right  to  be  blowing  in  eight  cents  for  a 
'coke.'  " 

"Here's  where  I  hand  this  guy  a  line  for  another  nine  months.  Doesn't 
look  like  I'd  ever  be  able  to  have  a  gentleman  friend  to  see  me,"  soliloquized 
Estelle. 

The  days  went  on  and  there  seemed  to  be  little  prospect  of  ever  regain- 
ing the  lost  money.  Mr.  Snarker  was  forced  to  return  to  the  wiles  of  old,. 
.'  h?  siro)  ( c'  hie  ri^re  in  tho  alley  in  order  that  his  family  might  not 
c'.iicunce  him  as  a  traitor. 


rHEL-DDUBTfUL-  DPIVEITDRT 

To  cap  Mrs.  Snarker's  climax,  Mrs.  Smee  acquired  a  tip  top  table, 
which  she  fiendishly  told  Mr.  Snarker  was  the  only  thing  to  have  because 
of  the  way  its  top  tilted  out  of  the  way  when  the  bed  was  out. 

Despairing  of  the  efficacy  of  the  want-ad,  they  allowed  it  to  lapse. 
Finally,  one  evening,  Mr.  Snarker  appeared  in  a  terrible  turmoil.  He 
could  hardly  wait  to  get  inside  the  door  before  he  pulled  from  his  pocket 
an  envelope.   Before  the  astonished  faces  of  his  off-spring  he  read  the  fol- 
lowing epistle: 
deer  sir 

i  am  a  barber  which  lives  in  amarillo  tex  the  other  day  a  customer 
left  one  of  your  newspapers,  i  seen  youre  advertizement  in  it.  i  found  the 
perse  when  i  was  riding  on  the  trolly  to  the  station  to  take  the  trane  to 
come  back  hear  and  i  didn't  have  no  time  to  do  nothing  about  it  but  will 
send  same  if  you  send  back  reward. 

yours  afectionately, 

William  P.  Meakins. 
This  time  the  elderly  Mrs.  Fink,  upstairs,  was  saved  the  trouble  of 
listening  at  the  floor.  —MALCOLM  JILLSON,  '21. 

OME  well  meaning  senior,  preferably  Dorothy  McCullough, 
might  will  her  secret  of  brilliancy  to  the  underclassmen 
who  heretofore  have  been  star-gazers. 

Lewis  Riley  has  gained  quite  a  reputation  for  having 
the  most  nicknames  of  anyone  at  Shortridge.  Numbered 
among  his  collection  are :  Duke,  Lew,  Baby  Lew,  Bulldog, 
Irish,  Ho-Ho,  Funny,  and  Sweetheart.  That  isn't  half  of 
them! 

Virginia  Jones  has  invented  a  new  way  to  get  a  group 
of  girls  together.    The  secret  is  to  invite  them  an  hour 
earlier  than  you  want  them ! 
Irma  Ulrich,  honorable  vice-president  of  the  Junior  Drama  League 
and  Caroline  Godley,  esteemed  secretary  the  class  of  '22,  those  insep- 
arable juniors,  will  soon  forget  what  their  names  really  are  if  the  people 
they  know  keep  on  calling  Irma,  "Caroline"  and  Caroline,  "Irma." 

We  wish  to  suggest  that  Peggy  Waters  deserves  this  year's  silver 
loving  cup  for  having  had  the  most  "cases." 

Milton  Callons  must  be  a  strong  man.  We  have  heard  that  he  can 
break  silver  dollars!   Must  be  a  wonderful  sensation! 

HELEN   GWARTNEY,   '21. 


F^-PHF^SE-OF-SPRinG 


ALKING  just  ahead  of  me,  one  beautiful  spring  day,  was 

the  most  spick  and  span  professor  in College. 

He  is  noted  for  his  tailor-made  clothing,  his  dustless  shoes, 
his  shiny  walking  stick,  his  satin  smooth  hair,  and  his 
glossy  derby.  He  is  also  noted  for  his  quick,  short,  jerky 
steps,  his  girlish  giggle,  his  fear  of  soiled  hands  and  dust 
specks  upon  his  too  well  kept  person.  A  hair  out  of  place 
on  his  head  causes  him  agonies,  and  he  is  said  to  flip,  with 
his  handkerchief,  dust  from  the  inside  of  his  hat  before 
replacing  it  on  his  head. 

"Observing  thus,"  I  was  struck  dumb  to  behold  him 
suddenly  duck,  wheel  to  one  side,  hop,  jump,  dodge,  duck  again,  snatch  his 
hat  from  his  head,  (regardless  of  disaster  to  his  hair)  slap  it  around,  beat 
it  against  himself,  leap  up  and  squat  down.  To  my  overwrought  imagina- 
tion, he  seemed  to  be  dodging  a  dust  speck;  but  coming  closer,  just  slightly 
closer,  for  I  was  a  little  awed  of  the  performance,  I  beheld  the  cause  of  this 
Dervish-like  calesthenics.  It  was  just  a  little,  chilly  "phase  of  spring,"  a 
honey  bee,  looking  for  a  place  to  warm  his  toes. 

—HARRIET    HESTER. 

(Awarded  Second  Prize.) 

M  sure  that  I'd  be  satisfied 
In  all  this  world  of  sham 
If  I  could  be,  it  seems  to  me. 
What  mother  thinks  I  am. 

For  she,  I  guess,  thinks  I  possess 

What  wisest  men  have  shown 
To  be  the  thing  that's  sure  to  bring 

Me  joy  when  I  am  grown. 

But  then  they  say  'tis  mothers'  way 

To  think  their  sons  the  best. 
So  thus  you  see,  'tis  plain  to  me, 

I'm  just  like  all  the  rest. 

But  then  to  strive  and  to  arrive 

Above  this  worldly  sham. 
Would  simply  be  to  make  of  me 

What  mother  thinks  I  am. 

—HAROLD     GOODE,    '22. 


BRDvvniE  CLirracE 


ESTLED  there  among  the  trees, 
On  a  high  hill,  where  the  breeze 

Wafts  the  fragrance  from  the  shore 
Of  Sweet  William  and  green  mint. 

Stands  a  cottage. 
And  on  the  hillside  many  a  glint 

Of  hollyhock,  windswept  o'er. 
There's  a  winding  path  that  leads 
To  the  cool  porch,  where  the  eaves 

Fairly  burst  with  melody. 
Stately  oaks  just  brush  the  roof. 
Where  chimney  swallows  build  aloof. 

And  twitter  all  day  ceaselessly. 
And  o'er  it  all  the  mellow  haze 
Of  lazy  Indian  summer  days. 

In  shady  nooks,  in  hours  of  ease. 
Perhaps  an  angel  passing  through. 
Exposed  a  bit  of  heaven  to  view. 

In  this  spot — "Nature's  Masterpiece." 

—MARY  CHAMNESS. 


THE    LAKE 

Between  the  hills  a  gem  was  laid 
Within  the  coolness  and  the  shade. 
A  fairy's  mirror  perhaps  to  be, 
The  counterpart  of  heav'n  to  see, 
Set  round  about  with  towering  trees 
And  rushes  wavering  in  the  breeze. 
A  lake,  within  whose  depth  afar, 
There  lies  at  rest,  a  baby  star. 
Its  limpid  waters  in  the  gleam 
Of  setting  sun,  like  copper  seem, 
And  burnished  ripples  kiss  an  isle 
Where  ivy  climbs  and  star-flowers  smile; 
With  graceful  willows  bending  low 
To  glimpse  a  golden  cloud  below. 
And  lofty  maples  stretching  high 
In  trusted  friendship  with  the  sky. 


N  silence  move  the  mighty  works  of  God, 
In  silence  flow  the  currents  of  the  deep, 
In  silence  on  their  paths  the  planet's  sweep, 

In  silence  spring  the  flow'rs  above  the  sod. 

The  wise  are  slow,  their  feet  with  patience  shod. 
Great  thoughts  mature  in  hush,  profound  as  sleep, 
The  stronges  purposes  their  counsels  keep. 

The  vision  comes  on  paths  in  stillness  trod. 

Thy  quiet  ways,  dear  friend,  gave  proof  of  force 
Like  Nature's  own — not  hesitant  though  still, 

A  force  that,  pausing  for  the  Light,  at  length 

Moves  calmly  forward  on  a  reasoned  course. 
With  gentle  womanhood  thou  didst  instill 

The  truth,  "In  quietness  shall  be  your  strength." 

— ANGELINE  CAREY. 


A  Play  In  One  Act 
Time:    October,  1919. 

Place:    Spicers  Ford,  a  small  mountain  town  in  Kentucky. 

Characters:    Lieutenant  Jesse  Hollman;  John  HoUman,  his  father;  Sally  Hollman, 
his  mother;  Joe  Dalton,  a  neighbor;  Jimmy  Dalton,  his  son;  George  Larison, 
a  vaudeville  manager;  Carter  Mills,  Sally  Hollman's  father. 
(The   scene   is   laid   in   the   Hollman   cabin.    A    large   open   fire   throws   fantastic 
shadows  on  the  white-washed  walls  and  simple  furnishings.    The  only  other  light  in 
the  room  is  from  an  oil  lamp  set  on  a  small  table  at  one  end  of  the  room.    All  are 
grouped  around  the  fire;   Jesse  Hollman,  in  the  uniform  of  a  lieutenant,  is  seated  in 
the  center  of  the  group.    It  is  his  first  night  at  home  from  France  where  he  has  per- 
formed an  unparalleled  act  of  bravery.) 

ACT    I 

John  Hollman:  (proudly)  Well  Jess,  we're  mighty  proud  of  ye.  Land,  I  reckon  ye 
just  about  busted  all  the  records  over  thar  in  France.  Why,  guess  what  come 
today 

Sally  Hollman:    A  letter  from  South  Americy,  Jess!    And 

John  Hollman:  Now  hush  up  Sally!  And  what  d'ye  think  it  said?  Said  they'd  "be 
highly  honored  if  Lieutenant  Hollman  would  tower  Argentine  in  the  near  future." 
And  of  course  ye'll  go.  Land,  I  wouldn't  be  more  stuck  up  if  ye  was  'leeted 
president.   I'm  just  about  to  bust  now. 

Carter  Mills:  Now  look-ahere  Jesse,  ye  don't  want  to  sail  around  with  your  nose  in 
the  clouds  jest  because  ye've  did  yer  duty.   I  reckon — 

Sally  Hollman:  What  air  ye  sayin"  pa!  Jess  has  got  better  cause'n  any  one  I  know 
to  feel  proud.  If  you'd  captured  thirty  machine  guns  and  a  hundred  and  ninety 
Germans  all  alone,  ye  wouldn't  be  talkin'  that  way. 

Carter  Mills:  Well,  but  it  don't  look  right  to  me,  somehow  to  blow  so.  'Taint  been 
the  custom  of  the  Mills  ner  the  Hollmans  neither. 

Sally  Hollman:    Blowin'?   Who's  blowin'?   Not  Jess! 

Joe  Dalton:    Jess,  ye  han't  said  a  word  about  it  yet.   Ain't  ye  glad?   Speak  up,  son! 

Jimmy  Dalton:    Where's  all  yer  medals,  Jess?    How  many  hev  ye  got?— Twelve! 

Joe  Dalton:    Twenty,more  likely! 

Jesse  Hollman:  Slow  up,  Joe.  I'm  not  the  whole  American  Army!  I  don't  know 
how  many  I  have  got.  Seven,  I  guess.  But  let's  talk  about  something  else,  for 
tonight  anyway.  Then  I'll  make  ye  a  speech  out  thar  on  the  stile  if  necessary. 
But  what's  the  news  around  here?  How's  Purvey  and  his  smithy?  And  Where's 
Annie?    I  haven't  got  a  glimpse  of  her  yet.    Will  she  be  over  tonight? 

John  Hollman:  (Slowly)  Now  see  here,  Jess,  Annie  was  all  very  well  three  year  ago, 
but  seein'  how  things  has  come  out,  we  all  understands,  and  she  does  too.  thet 
ye  ain't  bounden  to  her  no  more.  Ye're  a  great  man  now — what  was  it  thet  letter 
said,  Sally? — Oh,  yes!  "A  international  hero!"  And  I  guess  "international  heroes" 
kin  about  hev  their  pick  of  wives.  And  what  do  ye  mean — "Purvey's  smithy"? 
Ye  don't  mean  ye're  goin'  back  thar  fer  seventy-nine  cents  a  day!  I  guess  not! 
Ye  could  git  two  hundred  a  week  in  Argentine!  No.  I  reckon  ye'd  better  give  up 
the  idee  of  Annie  and  Purvey's  smithy.   Why.  I  wouldn't  be  a  bit  surprised  an' — 


Jesse  Hollman:  Hold  on,  dad!  I  reckon  I'm  jest  about  the  same  inside  as  wiien  I  left. 
An'  as  for  Annie — Why  for  the  yast  five  years  I've  never  planned  the  future 
without  her.  I  guess,  grandad,  you  know  what  the  right  woman  means  to  a  man? 
No.  dad,  Annie's  my  "pick  of  wives"!  What's  got  into  ye  all?  I  think  like 
grandad  here — 
(Knocking  is  heard  at  door.    Sally  opens  it.) 

George  Larison:    (Outside)   Is  this  rhe  Hollman  place? 

Sally  Hollman:   (in  excited  voice)  Yes,  mister.  It  is.   Step  right  in. 

Larison:  Thank  you,  madam,  (hands  her  his  hat)  Larison  is  my  name.  I  would  like 
to  speak  to  Lieutenant  Hollman,  if  you  please. 

Jesse  Hollman:   (coming  forward)  That's  my  name,  Mr.  Larison.   Won't  you  sit  down? 

Larison:  (shaking  Jesse's  hand  and  seating  himself)  I  feel  greatly  honored  to  meet 
you.  Lieutenant,  and  I'll  not  take  any  more  of  your  time  than  is  necessary.  I 
am  assistant  manager  of  the  Orpheum  Vaudeville  Circuit,  and  am  here  to  sfe 
about  obtaining  some  of  your  time,  I  have  the  contract  here.  It  only  lacks  your 
signature.  I  can  offer  you  a  thousand  a  week.  Needless  to  say,  we  would  feel 
ourselves  fortunate  if  you  would  consider  the  proposition. 

(Silence  for  a  few  moments,  Larison  politely  waiting  for  Jesse's  answer,  Jesse 
looking  uncomfortable,  and  the  others  staring  Incredulously.  Then  Jesse 
breaks  the  silence.) 

Jesse:  I  thank  ye  a  mighty  lot.  Mr.  Larison,  and  I  hate  to  disappoint  ye,  and  (turning 
to  his  father)  a  thousand  dollars  is  sure  some  increase  in  wages,  eh  Dad?  But 
I  can't  take  money  from  American  citizens  fer  just  braggin'  to  'em  about  what 
I  did  in  France.  Mebbe  you  never  looked  at  it  that  way,  and  I  ain't  blamin'  ye 
any,  but  it  seems  to  me  thet  thet's  about  the  low-downist  thing  I  could  do,  now. 
Like  Jacob  sellin'  his  birth-right  fer  a  mess  o'  pottage.  If  I've  done  halt  as 
much  as  you  all  say  I  have,  I  can't  spoil  it  by  turnin'  it  into  gain  fer  myself. 
I  reckon  thet  heroism,  if  it  is  heroism,  means  sacrifice,  an'  so — well  I  can't  seem 
to  say  what  I  want  to,  but  I  can't  accept  your  offer,  Mr.  Larison. 
(He  pauses.  Every  one  gasps  except  Jesse's  grandfather,  whose  eyes  are  shining. 
Jesse  continues.) 

Jesse:  I  haven't  said  anything  about  it  to  the  folks,  but  I've  just  about  got  my  job 
planned  out.  Many's  the  time  I've  thought  it  all  over,  lyin'  rolled  up  in  my  blanket 
and  lookin'  up  at  the  stars.  I  thought  thet,  since  everyone  was  makin'  such  a 
fuss  over  me  takin'  a  few  Germans  and  guns,  thet  mebbe  they'd  listen  to  me  if 
I  went  all  over  the  country  and  asked  them  to  give  good  schools  to  little  mountain 
children  like  Jimmy  here,  so  they  can  grow  up  to  be  good  citizens.  I  thought 
thet  I'd  helped  to  do  away  with  soldiers  and  war.  I  thought  thet  what  we  need 
now  is  educated  men  and  women,  who  can  carry  on  the  work  us  soldiers  have 
begun.  What  I  did  over  thar  means  nothing.  The  war  would  have  been  won 
without  me.  But  what  I'm  goin'  to  do,  means  everything  to  the  little  mountain 
folks  and  to  the  country. 

Larison:    I  see.  Lieutenant,  that  your  mind  is  made  up,  and  you're  not  the  kind  that 
will   be  urged.    Of  course  as  manager  of  the  Orpheum  Vaudeville   I  regret  your 
decision,  but  as  a  man  I  admire  and  respect  it,  and  I  wish  you  success  in  your 
chosen  work.    Good  night,  sir. 
(He  shakes  Jesse's  hand  again,  picks  up  his  hat,  and  leaves.) 

John  Hollman:    Jesse  Hollman!    Of  all  the — 

Carter  Mills:  Now,  John,  don't  say  another  word.  (Turning  to  Jesse  he  continues 
huskily)  And,  son,  ye  air  a  hero,  now,  and  no  mistake. 

— HOLLIS  PIATT. 


conmininii-srimiT-cfiiis 

OR  the  benefit  of  those  fortunate  individuals  who  have 
never  travelled  on  a  street  car  and  whose  idea  of  a  street 
car,  therefore,  is  not  associated  with  that  of  a  sardine 
can,  I  shall  proceed  to  throw  some  light  on  this  subject. 

A  street  car  is  a  portable,  condensing  device,  having 
corrugated  floors  and  octagonal  wheels.  It  is  very  well 
warmed  in  the  summer,  and  in  the  winter  its  ventilation 
is  unsurpassed. 

The  chief  purpose  of  the  street  car  is  to  transport 
people  from  one  part  of  a  city  to  another  part ;  but  it  also 
makes  an  excellent  excuse  for  the  doctors  whenever  no 
other  cause  for  an  epidemic  can  be  found.  In  such  cases,  street  car  sani- 
tation is  spread  all  over  the  front  of  the  daily  newspapers,  with  the  result 
that  two  ventilators  are  kept  open  on  each  car. 

Theoretically,  street  cars  run  at  stated  intervals  and  pass  a  given 
point  at  a  given  time,  but  I  have  long  been  of  the  opinion  that  the  person 
who  arranged  that  schedule  was  a  member  of  the  Optimists'  Club.  This 
idealist  would  have  cars  running  with  clock-like  regularity,  but  he  appar- 
ently doesn't  know  street  cars ;  for  street  cars  are  inclined  to  be  sociable 
and  prefer  to  group  themselves  as  close  together  as  they  can.  This  leaves 
between  groups  a  long  stretch  through  which  imaginary  cars  are  flitting 
back  and  forth.  Now  this  is  all  very  well,  but  people  do  not  ride  on  their 
imaginations. 

The  only  people  who  do  not  class  the  service  as  the  "worst  ever"  are 
the  people  who  don't  ride  on  the  street  cars.  Occasionally  a  real  estate 
agent,  when  talking  to  a  prospective  victim,  describes  the  service  in  glow- 
ing terms. 

About  "every  so  often"  an  old  relic  of  the  ante  bellum  days  makes  a 
public  appearance — one  of  the  old  obsolete  "pay  if  you  want  to;  get  on 
at  both  ends"  variety.  To  be  more  specific,  a  car  which  the  passenger 
boards,  and  who,  when  the  conductor  comes  around,  "lets  his  conscience 
be  his  guide."  It  is  easy  to  understand  how  economical  it  is  to  develop 
an  offended,  "What's  th'  matter  with  yuh,  I  paid  yuh"  look.  This  expres- 
sion is  veiy  eflfective,  as  is  the  far-away  stare  or  yesterday's  transfer 
resting  daintily  in  the  coat  pocket. 

Another  species,  known  as  summer  cars,  is  migratory,  appearing 
only  in  the  summer,  and  is  easily  distinguished  from  other  cars  by  the 
coloring,  which  is  a  somewhat  less  brilliant  hue,  and  by  the  fact  that  it 
is  open  to  dust.  A  properly  constructed  summer  car  will  convert  a  summer 
shower  into  a  splendid  shower  bath  "without  extra  charge,  whatsoever." 

But  the  reader  may  receive  the  impression  that  the  life  of  a  street 
car  passenger  is  one  of  continual  torment;  and  so  it  is,  to  a  certain  degree. 


and  yet,  along  with  its  disadvantages  there  are  certain  enjoyments.  For 
instance,  the  passing  of  a  fire  department  is  quite  an  attraction  when 
viewed  by  the  "contents"  of  a  street  car;  two  or  three  are  simply  sensa- 
tional. Then  too,  the  street  car  library,  pasted  just  above  the  windows, 
is  very  interesting  upon  the  first  reading,  and  leaves  no  vestige  of  a  doubt 
as  to  what  is  the  best  in  any  particular  line  mentioned. 

A  harmless  little  game  which  is  indulged  in  by  persons  reading  the 
daily  papers,  is  that  of  trying  to  fold  the  newspaper  so  that  the  owner 
can  see  the  greatest  possible  amount  of  news,  and  so  that,  at  the  same 
time,  the  people  around  can  see  practically  none  of  the  reading  matter. 
The  game  has  been  practiced  so  long  that  both  the  reader  and  the  person 
trying  to  read  have  become  expert  along  this  line. 

But  after  all,  street  cars,  crowded  or  not,  disagreeable  or  otherwise, 
at  least  answer  the  purpose  for  which  they  were  intended,  that  is,  of 
conveying  as  great  a  number  of  people  at  as  low  a  rate  as  possible.  Let 
him  who  complains  either  suggest  some  way  of  improving  conditions,  or 
let  him  forever  hold  his  peace.  As  for  myself,  and  I  trust  that  I  may 
speak  for  my  companions  in  misery,  I  shall  continue  to  ride  on  the  street 
cars,  and  I  am  confident  that  they  will  be  running  long  after  I  shall  have 
become  so  old  that  my  daughter-in-law  will  breathe  a  sigh  of  relief  when 
I  leave  the  house,  and  even  when  I  shall  be  helping  to  push  up  the  grass 
in  Crown  Hill.  And  if  you  consider  the  matter  carefully,  I  believe  that 
you  will  agree  with  me. 

—ROBERT  PARKER,  '21. 


N  fields  and  woods 
The  violets  bloomed, 
The  grass  grew  tall, 
The  bluebirds  sang 
By  brook  and  stream. 
The  wollows  drooped. 
For  spring  had  come. 

In  the  clear,  blue  sky. 
The  sun  shone  bright, 
The  clouds  sailed  by. 
The  robins  soared. 
On  land  and  sea. 
All  hearts  were  light. 
For  spring  had  come. 

—RUTH  RANKIN,  '21. 


rHEiR-DRY-anc-auRs 


INCE  November  21,  1620,  the  memory  of  the  Pilgrim 
fathers  has  been  engraved  in  ineffaceable  characters  on 
the  scroll  of  history.  The  story  of  these  our  heroic  prede- 
cessors has  never  been  dim  in  the  minds  of  succeeding 
generations.  John  Endicott,  Governor  Bradstreet,  Gover- 
nor Winthrop,  and  Miles  Standish  are  among  those  added 
to  the  everlasting  roster  of  world  heroes.  These  men  laid 
the  cornerstone  of  our  nation.  Their  strength  has  been 
extolled,  their  courage,  lauded,  and  their  honor,  praised 
throughout  seven  generations.  That  they  were  hardy,  self- 
sacrificing,  fearless,  conscientious  men,  we  have  learned 
from  countless  panegyrics  by  innumerable  authors. 

With  this  true  reverence  for  our  forefathers,  has  come  a  lower  regard 
for  our  present  day.  There  is  a  general  impression  that  our  country's 
best  days  lie  behind  us,  that  we  no  longer  find  outstanding  figures  possess- 
ing the  gallant  traits  of  our  progenitors,  and  that  the  characteristics  of 
the  Pilgrims  are  never  to  impel  the  modern  man  to  action.  In  short,  there 
is  a  widespread  disposition  to  croak.  In  bemoaning  our  degraded  state 
of  aff'airs,  we  fail  to  observe  that  the  gods  have  again  been  good,  and 
have  given  to  the  present  era,  one  possessing  the  commanding  traits  of 
the  Pilgrims,  reproduced  in  all  their  original  glory. 

Theodore  Roosevelt,  the  scion  of  a  family  of  wealth,  possessing  from 
birth  a  body  slighted  by  nature,  facing  low  moral  standards  and  insidious 
corrupting  influences,  emerged  like  a  Puritan,  triumphant  from  the  testing 
fires.  Never  did  he  succumb  to  the  pernicious  opportunities  afforded  by 
wealth ;  never  did  he  falter  in  his  path  of  right ;  even  the  barriers  of  nature 
he  surmounted,  and  builded  for  himself  a  physical  strength  to  be  envied. 
Roosevelt  exemplified  all  the  rugged  strength,  the  upright  honesty,  the 
dauntless  courage,  and  the  admirable  simplicity  of  character  so  eulogized 
in  our  forefathers.  And  he  made  one  step  in  advance;  always  he  was 
cheerful,  hopeful,  happy  in  spirit — they  were  not. 

Roosevelt  was  our  man,  of  our  day,  and  is  eternal  proof  that  we  are 
not  deteriorating.  The  magic  of  Time  lends  a  glamour  to  the  past,  hiding 
the  dark  spots  and  permitting  only  the  pure  gold  to  shine  through.  We 
need  not  fear  for  our  place  on  history's  record;  for  we,  too,  will  ever  be 
remembered  for  the  noble  deeds  of  the  great  men  of  our  epoch. 

—DOUGLAS  COOK. 

(Chosen  to  represent  the  Shortridge  Alumni  of  1920.) 


L^Rno-nF-nRERnns 


HEN  the  glowing  haze  of  night 

Hangs  from  east  to  west, 
And  the  gentle  breeze  of  ev'n, 

Wafts  sweet  tho'ts  of  rest ; 
Then  the  dross  of  earthly  life, 

Shines  and  glows  and  gleams ; 
Then  every  man  'mong  high  and  low, 

Is  King,  in  Land  of  Dreams. 

When  the  orb  of  golden  splendor. 

Dips  yon  rugged  hills. 
Bathing  all  in  fiery  wonder, 

Gilding  faults  and  ills. 
Then  from  out  the  human  heart 

Goodness  nobly  beams ; 
Then  every  man  of  every  shore. 

Rules  King,  in  Land  of  Dreams. 


And  when  at  last,  the  heav'nly  deep. 

In  darkness  hides  in  black  arrayed, 
Then  the  tho'ts  of  men  and  women. 

Pass  in  grand  parade; 
And  in  this  realm  of  glory  bright. 

Their  hopes  revive,  it  seems, 
And  every  man  of  every  clime. 

Reigns  King  in  Land  of  Droams. 

—ALEXANDER  DOWLING, 


'21. 


BUFimE:  -'3UT-  mi^ 


F  I  go  blundering  through  my  life 

With  soul  in  fetter,  my  work  half  done, 
'Tis  I  that  know  what  path  I  trod ; 
What  goal  of  peace  or  pain  I've  won. 

If  my  free  will  doth  make  my  life 

A  thing  of  folly  or  craft  of  foal, 
Then  I  can  blame  no  other  man ; 

I  chart  my  life  and  lay  my  rule. 

—HAROLD  GOODE,  '22. 


FeTE'LSin&FinO'THE'WomFin 


E  see  many  incidents,  both  humorous  and  tragic,  in  our 
great  institute  of  learning.  But,  intent  upon  that  one 
object,  namely,  to  obtain  knowledge,  we  are  too  preoccu- 
pied to  note  them.  For  this  reason,  dear  reader,  I  shall 
rehearse  to  you  a  most  tragic  incident  which  happened 
not  long  ago  in  one  of  the  classes  of  an  excellent  teacher 
whom  I  am  about  to  mention. 

In  this  class  there  are  two  eminent  Caesar  stars — 
cousins — a  boy  and  a  girl,  who  have  so  enjoyed  their 
research  in  this  ancient  tongue,  that  they  have  at  times 
repeated  a  part  of  the  course  solely  for  the  love  of  it. 
One  evening  when  said  cousins  were  most  prodigiously  preparing 
a  lesson  in  Latin  composition,  our  heroine  failed  to  understand  the  con- 
struction of  a  particular  sentence.  Our  hero  rescued  our  heroine  from 
further  exasperation  by  a  most  logical  explanation.  We  know  not  whether 
it  was  t)ie  appealing  appearance  of  the  fair  lady  or  merely  the  fact 
that  our  hero  is  subject  to  frequent  fits  of  jocularity,  that  impelled 
him  to  exclaim,  "Woman,  thou  art  most  dense.  Rememb'rest  thou  not 
that  when  the  verb  'throw'  is  preceded  by  a  subject  and  followed  by  an 
object  and  a  prepositional  phrase,  the  adjective  'poor'  is  placed  before  the 
object  of  the  preposition  when  it  is  translated  into  the  original  tongue?" 
Alas  again !  For  with  untold  rapture  she  mistook  the  villain's  words  for 
the  truth. 

We  shall  pass  now  to  the  class  room  where  the  teacher  presides 
as  "monarchess"  over  the  select  and  brilliant  assembly  of  subjects.  She 
"points  out  and  designates  with  her  eyes,"  as  friend  Cicero  would  say,  our 
fair  lady  as  the  destined  one. 

Our  heroine  reads,  "The  men  throw  stones  at  the  poor  Romans." 
Horrified,  the  pedagogue  proceeds  to  inquire  whence  comes  the  unwel- 
comed  adjective.  Our  heroine,  likewise  horrified  at  the  displeasing  effect 
that  said  adjective  has  upon  the  instructor,  without  delay  recites  for  her 
the  villain's  axiom.  With  a  flashing  of  her  beautiful  eyes  the  preceptor 
turns  upon  the  hero,  demanding  an  immediate  explanation. 

And  I  tell  you  truly,  dear  reader,  that  worse  perturbation  than 
then  ensued,  never  before  existed  within  the  walls  of  our  dear  Alma  Mater. 
Here  words  fail  me ;  for  it  requires  more  skill  than  I  posseses  to  portray  to 
you  in  living  colors  the  conclusion  of  this  dire  tragedy. 

— KATHRYN  BOWLBY,  '23. 

Uneasy  lies  the  liner  writer's  head. 
As  through  the  night  he's  greatly  bored 

To  find  the  proper  adjective  to  lend 
Importance  to  the  senior  horde. 


|H0  remembers  those  first  puffs — little  narrow  rolls  cover- 
ing the  upper  half  of  the  ear?  Most  of  us  were  shocked 
at  them,  especially  at  the  method  of  their  construction, 
but  others  persisted  in  wearing  them,  until  we  all  suc- 
cumbed to  the  epidemic  (that  is,  all  but  a  strong-minded, 
sensible  few,  with  the  courage  of  their  convictions).  With 
the  increasing  popularity  of  this  fad,  new  possibilities 
were  realized  in  the  arrangement  of  the  side  hair.  At  first, 
mere  largeness  of  size  satisfied  our  desire  for  the  bizarre. 
But  gradually  new  styles  developed,  divers  fantastical 
touches  were  added.  Some  fashioned  wings  over  the  ears ; 
others,  round  balls;  still  others,  drooping  ones.  With  the  advent  of  the 
hair  net  and  the  marcelle-wave,  nothing  seems  impossible  in  the  coiffure. 

Seriously,  the  late  modes  have  been  a  boon  to  girls  with  scanty  locks 
and  to  girls  with  over-abundance  of  hair.  Now,  since  the  imitation-bob  has 
been  worn  for  four  years  and  accepted  as  the  prevailing  style,  the  van- 
guards of  fashion,  desiring  the  unusual,  are  appearing  with  the  ears 
uncovered;  so  I  venture  to  predict  that  before  many  moons  have  passed, 
we  will  have  seen  the  last  of  puflfs. 

—GRACE    TAYLOR. 


E^^ 


GEnERRL-RXr-JLETlCS 


"BAD  year  for  Shortridge  athletics,"  says  it  all. 
No  alibi  need  be  offered;  it  was  just  a  plain  case 
of  lack  of  experienced  or  prospective  athletes.  It 
was  through  no  fault  of  the  coaches  or  student 
body  that  the  past  1920-21  seasons  have  not 
brought  to  light  a  consistent  winner  among  the 
Shortridge  teams. 

It  might  be  said  that  the  football  and  track 
teams  showed  the  most  stuff  although  neither  one 
set  the  sporting  world  agog.   Basket  ball  and  base- 
ball brought  forth  the  poorest  material  in  years. 
Tennis,  golf,  and  bowling  came  in  for  their  share  of  interest  and  glory. 

With  the  exception  of  one  or  two  men,  the  football  team  was  made 
up  of  mediocre  material  that  was  trained  down  to  the  minute.  Head 
Coach  Julius  got  the  maximum  amount  of  scientific  play  out  of  his  men, 
a  fact  which  accounts  for  the  success  that  came  to  the  gridders.  Brain 
and  not  brawn  advanced  the  oval  many  yards  for  the  Blue  and  White. 
Two  won  and  four  dropped  was  the  final  count. 

With  nine  games  won  and  eighteen  lost,  the  basket  season  of  1920-21 
can  not  be  called  a  success  so  far  as  per  cent,  is  concerned.  However,  if 
the  insurmountable  difficulties,  surrounding  the  last  season's  five  are 
taken  into  consideration,  the  result  of  the  twenty-seven  games  is  not  so 
disappointing.  Inexperienced  material  and  the  best  teams  in  the  state 
as  opponents  are  the  major  causes  for  the  slim  average. 

The  seniors  won  the  school  basket  honors  by  defeating  class  '22,  27-26, 
in  a  bang  up  battle.  Ronald  Garrett,  hailing  from  Broad  Ripple,  was  the 
whole  works  for  the  winners  while  Litz  was  the  junior  mainstay.  Harvey 
led  the  seniors  while  Kilgore  was  the  losers'  captain.  It  was  a  real  game 
of  basket  ball  as  one  would  judge  by  the  score. 

Mr.  Watson  and  Mr.  Kuebler  of  the  faculty  are  credited  with  putting 
across  the  largest  tennis  tourney  that  was  ever  held  at  any  high  school 
in  the  state.  Over  a  hundred  men  signed  up,  and  of  these  Dixon  and 
Sagalowsky,  showed  wonderful  form,  while  Edson  Wood  and  Val  McLeay 
were  not  far  behind.  Dixon,  city  junior  champ  with  a  slashing  stroke 
and  dazzling  net  game  was  the  class  of  the  tourney.  The  matches  wera 
held  at  Fairview  and  Brookside  parks. 

Out  of  an  entry  list  of  seventeen  men,  Cooke  Coen  again  won  the 
golf  tourney.  Coen  was  "right"  when  it  came  to  driving,  and  his 
approaches  and  green  work  were  excellent  for  a  youngster.  The  juvenile 
players  of  the  city  were  entered,  their  game  being  pulled  off  at  South  Grove. 


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S  its  name  suggests,  it  is  the  object  of  the  Shakes- 
peare Club  to  make  a  thorough  study  of  the 
works  of  Shakespeare.  This  semester,  the  plays 
studied  by  the  club  were  Othello  and  the  Merchant 
of  Venice.  The  plays  were  read,  and  whenever 
possible  the  scenes  were  acted  out.  On  one  occa- 
sion a  theater  party  was  given  by  the  club  to  see 
Othello.  After  the  resignation  of  Miss  Brayton  as 
censor,  Mrs.  Thomas  was  elected  to  that  office.  The 
officers  are  :  Brooks  Blossom,  president ;  Jeannette 
Nunamaker,  vice-president;  Thelma  Smith,  secre- 
tary. This  is  one  of  the  younger  clubs,  but  it  has 
made  a  good  start. 

N  1909  the  Story  Tellers'  Club  was  organized  by 
Miss  Zella  O'Hair,  and  ever  since,  it  has  ranked 
among  the  leading  clubs  of  the  school.  This  year, 
in  addition  to  studying  the  classic  myths,  the  stu- 
dents have  dramatized  stories  and  written  some 
original  stories.  The  Greek  narratives  and  humor- 
ous stories  which  were  related  at  some  of  the  meet- 
ings were  also  a  source  of  enjoyment  to  the  club 
members.  The  club  is  open  to  all  English  Tig's. 
The  officers  this  semester  are:  Elizabeth  Hurd, 
president;  Hampton  Wells,  vice-president;  Almon 
Cobal,  recording  secretary;  Margaret  Woessner, 
enrolling  secretary ;  Dorothy  Peterson,  treasurer. 

HE  purpose  of  the  Physiography  Club  is  to  take  long 
tramps  in  the  out-of-doors,  in  order  to  make  a 
special  study  of  rock  and  earth  formations.  On 
account  of  bad  weather  and  other  interruptions, 
the  usual  number  of  meetings  were  not  held  during 
the  first  semester,  and  the  officers  who  had  been 
electe'd  for  the  fall  term,  were  reappointed  in  Feb- 
ruary. The  hikes  this  spring  have  been  well  at- 
tended and  quite  worth  while.  Miss  Washburn, 
assisted  by  Miss  Allerdice  and  Mr.  Hadley,  is 
sponsor  of  the  club.  Marion  Campbell  is  president ; 
Isabelle  Richardson,  vice-president,  and  Lois  Mon- 
aghan,  secretary.  Some  excellent  practical  instruc- 
tion has  been  learned  by  this  club. 

NDER  the  direction  of  Mrs.  Watson  and  Miss  Sar- 
gent, the  Latina  Sodalitas  has  become  one  of  the 
foremost  organizations  of  Shortridge.  The  club  was 
founded  by  Mrs.  Watson  for  the  purpose  of  ac- 
quainting Latin  students  with  the  life  and  customs 
of  the  Roman  people.  One  of  the  important  features 
of  this  year's  work  was  a  Latin  play  entitled,  "A 
Day  in  the  Roman  School."  Through  the  efforts  of 
Mary  Butler,  very  fine  programs  have  been  pro- 
vided at  all  the  meetings.  The  officers  are :  Edward 
Zwicker,  president;  Mary  Emily  Starr,  vice-presi- 
dent; Lorinda  Cottingham,  secretary,  and  Virginia 
Small,  treasurer. 


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HE  record  made  by  the  "All-Stars"  Girls  Basket 
ball  team  this  season  proves  the  suitability  of  their 
name.  Out  of  fourteen  games,  the  team  succeeded 
in  winning  thirteen.  The  only  game  lost  was  that 
with  the  N.  A.  G.  U.  whom  the  girls  had  defeated 
earlier  in  the  season.  Miss  Bowser's  able  coaching 
combined  with  excellent  material  was  the  secret  of 
the  success.  In  commendation  of  their  good  work 
the  girls  have  been  awarded  S's,  the  highest  athletic 
award  for  girls.  The  substitutes  have  been  awarded 
S.  H.  S.'s.  The  members  of  the  team  are :  D.  Trout- 
man,  M.  Martin,  R.  Benton,  L.  Caldwell,  W.  Farr, 
E.  Saxon,  D.  Poindexter  and  D.  Stephenson.  Sub- 
stitutes :  N.  Fike,  M.  Fay,  J.  Forbes,  N.  Miller. 

NOTHER  phase  in  girls'  athletics  is  hockey,  which 
has  had  a  good  season.  This  is  the  third  fall  that 
it  has  been  played  by  Shortridge  girls.  Inter- 
scholastic  games  and  a  few  with  the  N.  A.  G.  U. 
were  played.  Mrs.  Steichman  and  Mrs.  Rice 
fostered  the  games.  The  members  of  the  monogram 
team :  D.  Troutman,  M.  Martin,  R.  Benton,  L.  Cald- 
well, W.  Farr,  F.  Jones,  H.  Gwartney,  D.  Poindex- 
ter, E.  Hahn  and  A.  Pellett.  P.  Poe  and  N.  Morgan 
deserve  honorable  mention.  They  will  likely  form 
a  good  nucleus  for  the  hockey  teams  next  year. 

Mafalda  Martin's  team  won  the  intra-mural 
basket  ball  tournament  from  Wanda  Farr's  team. 

HE  only  sport  of  the  year  in  which  Shortridge  did 
win  success  was  bowling,  under  Mr.  Watson  and 
Mr.  Kuebler.  The  Blue  and  White  pin  smashers 
won  the  singles;  first,  second,  and  third  place  in 
the  doubles;  and  placed  first  in  the  city  five-man 
team  championship.  In  fact,  Watson's  proteges 
cleaned  up  everything*  that  came  along,  Tech  and 
Manual  having  not  even  a  look-in. 

Powers,  with  unerring  accuracy,  hit  the  ma- 
ples for  a  total  of  561  in  the  game,  which  netted 
him  the  singles  championship  against  the  other 
two  local  schools.  Powell,  pairing  with  Powers, 
copped  the  doubles  with  the  faculty  duo,  Watson- 
Kuebler  being  close  seconds. 

T  is  only  a  "kid"  army,  but  "the  boys  of  today  are 
the  men  of  tomorrow."  The  Reserve  Oflicers  Train- 
ing Corps  of  today  will  be  the  Army  of  Democracy 
of  tomorrow.  Though  little,  and  seemingly  unrela- 
tive,  the  Shortridge  R.  0.  T.  C.  is  a  branch  of  the 
U.  S.  Army  for  peace,  harmony,  and  justice  toward 
all  men.  They  are  but  high  school  boys,  yet  loyalty 
to  America  and  her  ideals  bids  them  do  the  tasks 
that  are  irksome.  Through  the  efforts  of  Command- 
ant, Sergeant  Frazer,  assistant  instructors,  and 
cadet  officers,  the  training  has  been  such  that  Short- 
ridge stands  high  among  the  schools  of  the  Central 
West  in  R.  0.  T.  C.  work. 


FTER  an  absence  of  thirteen  years,  football  again 
had  its  fling  last  fall.  Mr.  Julius,  former  Indiana 
University  pigskin  star,  was  obtained  as  coach. 
A  light  but  speedy  team  was  whipped  into  shape, 
the  lid-lifter  going  to  Bloomfield  20-0.  In  the  wick- 
edest battle  of  local  high  school  play,  the  Blue  and 
White  were  "loused"  out  by  Tech  7-3.  Manual  also 
dropped  Shortridge  to  the  tune  of  21-0.  We  also 
lost  to  Wabash,  state  champs,  27-0.  The  two  games 
won  were  over  Richmond  and  Brazil  by  69-0,  and 
47-6  scores,  respectively.  Stull,  Lotick,  Mitchell, 
Harvey,  Dunbar,  Churchman,  Bash,  Taylor,  El- 
more, Kilgore,  Ray,  Riley,  Dithmer,  Clark,  Lusby 
and  T.  Smith  were  the  season's  mainstays. 

HE  great  national  pastime,  sometimes  known  as 
baseball,  was  received  with  such  little  interest  by 
the  North  Side  school  that  it  was  difficult  for  Julius 
to  round  out  one  good  nine.  There  was  a  dearth 
of  battery  material,  a  condition  which  accounts  for 
the  club's  mediocre  showing. 

During  the  early  part  of  the  season,  the  Boys' 
Prep  School  and  the  Deaf  and  Dumb  school  were 
smothered,  but  as  the  season  progressed  and  strong 
teams  were  met,  many  games  were  dropped.  The 
men  who  showed  up  well  are  as  follows:  Harris, 
ss;  Dixon,  lb;  Vickery,  cf;  Ferris,  3b;  Litz,  c; 
Sagalowsky,  rf;  Brown,  If;  Riley,  2b;  Browne,  p. 

FEW  stars  are  all  that  kept  the  oldest  high  school 
in  Indianapolis  from  dropping  altogether  from  the 
track  and  field  calcium.  Kilgore  and  Captain  Lotick 
are  a  pair  of  stars  who  performed  brilliantly  all 
season  in  the  dashes  and  field  events.  Lotick  the 
only  Blue  and  White  cinder  path  artist  to  go  to  the 
state  meet  in  the  last  two  years,  was  a  consistent 
winner  in  every  meet.  Mitchell  in  the  hurdles. 
Young  in  the  high  jump,  and  Nichols  in  the  high 
hurdles  and  pole  vault,  are  other  men  who  helped 
bring  Shortridge  trask  honor.  If  ever  a  coach  de- 
served success,  Gorton  did ;  for  he  worked  with  his 
men  early  and  late.  In  the  annual  junior-senior 
track  meet,  the  graduates  were  victorious. 

ITH  only  one  veteran  in  the  list  of  aspirants  that 
reported  for  basket  ball  practice,  "Tubby"  Julius 
faced  a  mean  job  in  rounding  out  a  passable  team. 

The  mainstays  of  the  squad  were :  Riley,  Rich- 
ards, Kilgore,  Litz,  Kinzer,  Churchman,  Elmore, 
and  Lucas  who  was  the  eighth  to  take  the  floor 
during  the  sectional.  On  the  ofl'ense,  Kinzer,  Litz 
and  Churchman  went  big,  while  Riley  and  Kilgore 
were  a  host  on  the  defense.  Harvey,  Harris,  Vick- 
ery, Mitchell,  Moody,  and  Daily  all  deserve  credit 
for  their  work  during  the  season. 

The  curtain  for  the  basket  season  came  with 
the  23-12  defeat  by  Manual  in  the  local  sectional 
play. 


WENTY-FIVE  boys  sang  in  the  Boys'  Glee  Club, 
this  year,  making  the  largest  one  Shortridge  has 
ever  had.  Under  the  direction  of  Mr.  C.  E.  Palmer, 
they  sang  songs  of  the  college  glee  club  type,  pre- 
senting them  at  auditorium  exercises. 

They  also  sang  at  the  music  memory  contest, 
when  they  were  well  received. 

Some  of  the  songs  the  boys  have  used  are: 
"Until  the  Dawn,"  by  Parks;  "Yachting  Glee,"  by 
Culbertson ;  "Stepping  Together,"  by  Macey ;  "Ken- 
tucky Babe,"  by  Geibel.  They  introduced  our  "Pep 
Song"  to  the  school,  in  one  program. 

HE  Girls  Glee  Club  of  Shortridge  has  an  unusual 
collection  of  good  voices.  There  were  sixty-six  in 
the  club  during  the  second  semester.  At  Christmas 
time  they  gave  the  school  pleasure  by  serenading 
with  old  carols,  and  twice  they  sang  in  the  audi- 
torium. Some  of  the  girls  have  given  pleasure  to 
the  school  by  assisting  on  the  programs  of  the  all- 
girls  parties.  Margaret  Waters  who  won  in  the 
school  song  contest,  is  a  member  of  the  Girls  Glee 
Club.  This  year  the  club  has  been  under  the  able 
directorship  of  Miss  Ruth  Overbaugh. 

NDER  the  direction  of  Mr.  C.  E.  Palmer,  the  Short- 
ridge Band  has  maintained  a  membership  of  forty- 
two  players,  and  has  done  some  excellent  playing. 
The  band  has  played  in  the  auditorium  for  "pep" 
meetings,  at  football  and  basket  ball  games,  and 
at  battalion  reviews.  Our  boys  also  did  their  part 
in  the  massed  band  concerts  given  by  the  three  high 
school  bands. 

Nelson  Adams  was  drum  major  until  it  was 
necessary  for  him  to  leave  school.  He  was  suc- 
ceeded by  Paul  Beville,  in  the  spring  semester. 

In  addition  to  the  regular  band,  from  twelve 
to  fifteen  boys  have  received  free  instruction. 

HE  Orchestra,  with  Mr.  B.  P.  Osbon  as  director, 
has  maintained  its  usual  standard  of  excellence. 
Arnold  Davis  has  been  concert-master  during  the 
entire  school  year.  On  one  occasion  the  orchestra 
gave  a  delightful  concert  at  New  Bethel.  Numer- 
ous programs  have  also  been  given  in  the  audi- 
torium. These  have  always  been  of  a  very  high 
standard  of  musical  excellence,  and  have  included 
such  selections  as  Marche  Militaire  (Schubert), 
Light  Cavalry  Overture  (Suppe),  Selections  from 
"Floradora"  (Stuart),  Hail  America!  (Drumm), 
Processional  from  "Aida"  (Verdi),  Minuet  in  G 
major  (Paderewski),  and  others. 


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N  order  to  become  a  member  of  the  Fiction  Club, 
it  is  necessary  to  submit  an  original  story  for  the 
approval  of  the  club  members.  Any  student  of 
English  V  or  above  is  eligible  to  apply  for  member- 
ship. The  club  this  year  has  a  membership  of  about 
eighteen.  Instead  of  giving  the  customary  maga- 
zine reports  at  their  meetings  this  year,  the  mem- 
bers gave  reviews  of  books,  or  short  stories  by 
William  Dean  Howells,  in  addition  to  the  original 
stories  submitted.  Miss  Shields  is  the  club  censor, 
and  the  officers  for  the  year  were  Alexander  Bowl- 
ing, president;  Margaret  Jenkins,  vice-president; 
Henry  Lindstrom,  master  of  program. 


LTHOUGH  the  meetings  of  the  Press  Club  have 
been  few  in  number  they  have  been  of  great  value 
to  the  Echo  scribes  who  comprise  its  membership. 
At  two  of  the  meetings  very  interesting  and  in- 
structive talks  were  given  by  Florence  Webster 
Long  and  Thomas  Hendricks,  both  well-known 
newspaper  writers.  The  addresses  were  made  in 
order  to  give  the  young  writers  some  knowledge 
of  the  practical  side  of  journalistic  work.  The 
success  of  this  year's  Christmas  Echo  may  be 
largely  attributed  to  the  members  and  to  Mr.  Otto. 
Dorothy  McCullough  was  president,  Joseph  Furnas, 
vice-president,  and  Dorothy  Hatfield,  secretary. 


T  the  end  of  the  spring  semester  of  1921,  the  Senate 
closed  one  of  the  most  prosperous  years  in  its  long 
history.  The  presidential  gavel  was  wielded  by 
Sen.  Watson  (Wyant  Laycock),  Sen.  Beckham 
(Harry  Kimber)  and  Sen.  Knox  (Walter  Dithmer) . 
The  annual  Senate  trial  was  held  in  April.  Judge 
Anderson  (  Harry  Kimber)  presided  over  the 
court,  which  heard  prosecuting  attorney  Van  Nuys 
(Wyant  Laycock)  argue  for  the  conviction  of 
Eugene  V.  Debs  (Brooks  Blossom).  The  illness 
of  Miss  Laura  Donnan  caused  a  loss  most  keenly 
felt  by  the  Senate ;  but  at  no  time  was  the  influence 
of  her  noble  spirit  unfelt.  High  tribute  must  be 
paid  to  Mrs.  Mary  D.  Ridge,  who  took  her  place. 


HE  Therapon  Club,  the  one  honor  organization  of 
Shortridge,  enjoyed  its  usual  large  membership  and 
its  many  interesting  activities  during  the  past  year. 
Two  freshman  parties  were  given,  that  freshmen 
and  seniors  might  become  better  acquainted,  and 
also  a  get-to-gether  party.  The  latter  was  a  "little 
girls"  party,  given  at  the  home  of  Martha  Petty- 
john. Mrs.  Carey,  club  censor,  won  the  prize  as 
the  most  youthful  looking,  in  her  pinafore  and 
ribbons.  The  officers  for  the  year  were  Melba 
Donaldson,  president;  Elizabeth  Bertermann,  vice- 
president;  Claudia  Weyant,  secretary;  Catherine 
Cavins,  treasurer. 


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HE  Art  Appreciation  Club,  although  one  of  the  new 
clubs  of  Shortridge,  has  accomplished  some  splen- 
did work  since  its  organization.  The  purpose  of 
the  club  is,  "To  learn  the  eternal  principles  of 
beauty  common  to  all  art;  to  study  the  mastership 
of  all  the  ages;  to  know  the  art  resources  of  our 
community;  to  give  art  service  to  the  community 
when  possible,  and  to  enjoy  friendship  on  the  com- 
mon basis  of  high  ideals."  During  the  course  of 
the  year  the  members  of  the  club,  under  the  splen- 
did direction  of  Mrs.  Janet  B.  Bowles,  made  an 
intensive  study  of  the  Public  Library. 

The  office  of  president  was  held  by  Clarence 
Campbell,  and  Mary  Covert  acted  as  secretary. 

HE  Wireless  Club  of  1920  has  been  able,  through 
the  addition  of  a  detector  and  a  three  step  amplifier 
to  its  set,  to  obtain  the  highest  efficiency.  This 
set  has  proved  very  satisfactory,  as  the  radio  en- 
thusiasts have  been  able  to  communicate  with  many 
of  the  important  stations  in  the  United  States,  as 
well  as  to  hear  from  some  of  those  of  foreign 
nations.  Every  effort  has  been  exercised  in  order 
to  attain  the  most  effective  results.  The  officers  for 
the  past  semester  were :  president,  Kearsley  Urich ; 
vice-president,  Carl  Tuttle;  secretary-treasurer, 
Marion  Campbell.  Mr.  W.  P.  Crockett  of  the 
Physics  department  served  as  censor  of  the  organ- 
ization as  well  as  instructor  of  the  class. 


FTER  Robert  Conder  and  John  Ferris  had  captured 
first  and  second  places,  respectively,  in  the  district 
discussion  contest,  and  after  the  former  had  won 
second  place  in  the  state  contest,  the  team  of  Joseph 
Furnas,  Captain,  John  Ferris,  and  Henry  Lind- 
strom  defeated  the  Louisville  team  2-1,  while  the 
trio  composed  of  Theodore  Medias,  captain,  Silas 
Reagan,  and  Fred  Lees  took  the  measure  of  the  Cin- 
cinnati debaters  3-0.  By  virtue  of  the  two  victories 
Shortridge  became  tri-state  debating  champion. 
The  officers  are :  Robert  Conder,  president ;  Samuel 
Dinnin,  vice-president;  Joseph  Furnas,  secretary; 
Louis  Rainier,  treasurer. 

HE  Commercial  Club  was  organized  November  11, 
1920.  Its  purpose  is  to  promote  good  fellowship 
among  its  members  and  to  stimulate  interest  in 
commercial  pursuits.  The  first  officers  were :  Dor- 
othy Lambert,  president;  Martha  Jolliffe,  vice- 
president;  Eleanor  Mueller,  secretary;  Bessie  Bry- 
ant, treasurer,  and  Miss  Beasley,  censor.  In  addi- 
tion to  the  regular  meetings  held  twice  a  month, 
the  club  has  had  a  number  of  parties  and  excur- 
sions. The  present  officers  are:  Dorothy  Voshell, 
president ;  Edgar  Joseph,  vice-president ;  Leo  Kurz- 
rok,  secretary;  Velma  Danforth,  treasurer,  and 
Mr.  Weinberger,  censor. 


T  WAS  a  new  plan  tried  by  the  mathematics  depart- 
ment this  year  when  a  selected  class  was  organized 
for  Math  V  students.  Only  those  students  who  had 
maintained  A  or  A-|-  records  in  previous  mathe- 
matics, were  admitted  into  the  class.  By  this  meth- 
od the  best  students  are  not  restricted  by  the  slow 
progress  of  mediocre  class-mates,  but  have  the 
privilege  of  a  broader  field  for  expansion.  The  plan 
has  proved  very  successful  and  will  probably  be 
tried  in  other  lines  of  work.  The  class  was  under 
the  able  instruction  of  Miss  Adelaide  Smith,  and 
was  known  as  the  Math  Va  class.  Class  members 
have  done  excellent  work  this  year. 


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HORTRIDGE  mathematicians  have  enjoyed  their 
most  successful  year  in  the  history  of  the  mathe- 
matics club.  The  officers  were:  president,  Mar- 
garet Toye;  vice-president,  Grace  Wise;  secretary, 
Evelyn  Carpenter;  treasurer,  Margaret  Wingfield. 
Mr.  Gingery,  head  of  the  mathematics  department, 
was  censor.  The  meetings  have  been  devoted  to  the 
study  of  the  biographies  of  eminent  mathemati- 
cians, to  puzzles  and  games,  and  to  modern  ideas 
in  mathematics.  The  principal  feature  of  the  fall 
term  was  a  "wienie"  roast,  followed  by  a  trip  to 
the  Butler  observatory.  This  spring  the  club  went 
on  a  surveying  trip,  and  derived  a  great  deal  of 
interesting  information  from  the  work. 


LTHOUGH  one  of  the  most  recent  of  our  organiza- 
tions, the  Girls'  Discussion  Hour  can  look  back 
upon  an  exceedingly  prosperous  year.  Under  the 
able  censorship  of  Mrs.  Thompson,  dean  of  girls, 
a  number  of  new  ideas  reached  realization.  Fresh- 
man teas  were  given  for  the  incoming  girls  in  order 
that  they  might  feel  a  little  more  a  part  of  the 
school.  Perhaps  the  most  successful  venture  was 
the  Mothers'  and  Fathers'  Spread  for  the  girls' 
parents.  The  special  feature  of  the  club  was  a 
weekly  discussion  of  some  topic  in  which  girls  are 
interested.  The  officers  for  the  year  were  Daisy 
Schulz,  president ; Margaret  Waters, vice-president; 
Eleanor  King,  secretary ;  Delores  Vestal,  treasurer. 

HIS  year  the  Junior  Drama  League  has  presented, 
at  regular  meetings,  seven  short  plays  or  scenes: 
a  Christmas  play.  Pilgrim  scenes,  "Fourteen,"  "A 
Gentle  Jurj%"  "Six  Cups  of  Chocolate"  (directed  by 
Helen  Bedell),  "The  Medal"  (directed  by  Clemen- 
tine Phares),  scenes  from  "The  Revolt  of  Mother" 
dramatized  by  Hale  Shaneberger).  A  play  was 
given  at  the  Art  Institute,  for  grade  school  pupils. 
Officers  (two  semesters)  :  president,  Robert  Hart- 
man ;  vice-president,  Frances  Westcott,  Irma  Ul- 
rich  ;secretary,  Helen  Bedell,  Fances  Westcott ; 
treasurer,  Clarence  Campbell,  Martha  Stubbs. 
Director:  Miss  Love. 


September  12.  Back  to  school — the  place  where  you  see  everyone — 
and  everyone  sees  you.  Freshies  arrive  F.  0.  B.  on  their  Kiddie  Kars. 

September  20.  Football  returns  after  thirteen  years!  "Tubby"  to 
train  our  boys  for  victory. 

September  23.  G.  A.  R.  Encampment.  School  dismissed  so  we  can 
see  the  "vets"  parade. 

September  24.  Senior  election  set  for  November  1.  Candidates  treat 
their  fi-iends  to  peanut  clusters. 

November  1.  Vally  McLeay  and  Dot  McCullough,  president  and  first 
lady  of  the  class.  Many  soap-box  orators  and  hot-air  machines  put  out 
of  business. 

November  12.  Football— S.  H.  S.,  0;  Manual,  21.  "Sorta"  evened 
things  up  a  bit,  didn't  they? 

November  15.  Basket  ball  schedule  proves  great  front  page  filler. 
Published  for  sixth  time. 

November  19.  Manual's  new  $1,000,000  building  caves  in.  One  killed, 
four  hurt. 

December  2.  Annex  makes  second  attempt  to  burn  up !  I.  F.  D.  arrives 
too  soon.   We  don't  even  get  out  of  school  for  the  rest  of  the  day. 

December  9.  Grid  captains,  past  and  future,  chosen.  Mitchell  '20 
and  Kilgore  '21. 

December  11.  Dick  Wainwright  and  Mocky  Joseph  strike  against 
shaving,  but  Mr.  Dirks  puts  an  abrupt  and  sad  finish  to  it. 

December  14.  Junior  class  "picks  their  winners" — Dud  Shouse  and 
Mary  Seidensticker. 

December  15.  Mr.  Buck  calls  special  session  of  the  senior  class. — 
Everyone  will  remember  the  results. 

December  17.  School  dismissed  to  allow  us  plenty  of  time  to  hang  up 
our  stockings.   Money  conspicuous  by  its  absence. 

January  3.  Echo  staff  puts  out  an  appropriate  Blue  Monday  edition. 
Everyone  tired  and  sleepy. 

January  4.  Bob  Conder  wins  first  place  in  Debate  tryouts.  Con- 
gratulations. 

January  5.  B.  P.  0.  resurrects  "Wait  Till  the  Cows  Come  Home" 
for  us  to  warble  during  auditorium. 

January  19.    Mid-years. 

Januai-y  24.  New  semester  begins  to  commence  to  start.  Juniors 
and  seniors  pretty  well  pleased  with  the  hours  they  picked  out. 

January  25.  Shortridge  again  in  the  lime-light.  Donation  of  $1,900 
for  starving  Europeans. 

January  26.   George  Somnes  selected  for  senior  play  coach. 

February  14.  Valentine  Day  and  the  opening  of  Loew's  State !  Roses 
are  passed  out  for  nothing  and  real  movie  stars  parade.  Too  much  all 
at  once — school  not  so  well  attended. 

February  21.   Seniors  start  to  ruin  Mr.  Dexheimer's  camera. 

February  24.  Play  tryouts  begin — Vague  mumblings  heard  in  the 
North  Street  coiridor  of:  "The  quality  of  mercy  is  not  strained"  and 
"We  do  not  admire  the  man  of  timid  peace,"  etc. 


February  27.  Milton  Jaff e  trys  to  run  over  three  S.  H.  S.  people. 
Succeeds,  however,  only  in  branding  a  tree  on  Penn.  St. 

March  1.  Play  cast  announced — Bud  Dithmer  is  "Daddy-Long-Legs" 
and  Catherine  Gavins,  "Judy." 

March  7.  Sectional  basket  ball  meet.  "Defeated,  yet  Unbeaten" — 
that's  us! 

March  10.  Dr.  Clements  leaves,  to  the  great  disappointment  of  all. 
Mr.  Carpenter  arrives ! ! 

March  15.  The  little  juniors  step  out  with  another  presidential  elec- 
tion.  Taylor  Creighton  walks  off  with  the  political  plum  this  time. 

March  17.   Seniors  "slow"  juniors  in  annual  basket  ball  game,  27-26.! 

March  26.  The  school  is  shocked  to  hear  of  the  death  of  Miss  Virginia 
Claybaugh,  one  of  our  beloved  Latin  teachers. 

April  4.   End  of  vacation— test  week  looks  like  a  mountain. 

April  7.  Honor  Roll  blooms  forth.  A  girls'  landslide — only  four  boys 
listed! 

April  11.  Bob  Conder  and  John  Ferris  carry  off  honors  in  local  dis- 
trict discussion  meet.    Tech  doesn't  even  show  up! 

April  14.  Carl  Turpin  turns  into  an  auditorium  speaker,  and  orates 
about  Kenny  Church  wielding  a  wicked  broom  at  Camp  Custer  last  summer. 
Cup  presented  to  the  school.   Mr.  Palmer's  Pep  Song  "goes  big" ! 

April  15.  Some  kind  person  calls  all  the  city's  fire  departments,  mis- 
taking the  flash-light  smoke  from  the  M.  T.  place  of  business  for  a  real- 
for-sure  fire.   The  entire  school  sprints  down  Susquehanna  Street. 

April  21.  The  Senior  play  scores  a  big  hit.  Good  acting,  good  stars, 
good  flowers,  and  a  good  butler. 

April  26.  Senior  girls  who  wish  to  hear  a  speech  on  the  Normal  School 
are  excused  from  class.  Jack  Street  prances  out  of  Math,  with  about  25 
girls  following. 

May  9.  Class  day  officers  elected. 

May  11.  Senior  boys  throw  a  riot  scene,  determining  their  graduation 
clothes.   We  always  knew  they  were  as  vain  as  girls ! 

May  13.  Shortridge's  lucky  day  for  double  debate  contests!  Our 
famous  debaters  keep  the  bacon  here,  in  a  3-0  victory  over  the  orators 
of  Walnut  Hills,  Cincinnati. 

May  14.  Manual  wins  sectional  track  meet.  Shortridge  rates  fourth 
place.   Lynn  Lotick  breaks  a  state  record  quarter  mile  record! 

May  16.  "Strauss"  makes  snappy  advertisements  from  Echo  clippings. 

May  17.  A  firm  of  Louisville  jewelers  unexpectedly  presents  Short- 
ridge with  a  beautiful  silver  loving  cup  for  our  splendid  debaters. 

June  5.  Baccalaureate  sermon  delivered  at  the  Broadway  M.  E. 
Church  by  Dr.  W.  B.  Farmer. 

June  7.  Jolly  old  Class  Day!   Many's  the  time  the  hammer  pounds! 

June  8.  The  very  bestest  graduation  exercises  ever  held,  in  honor 
of  the  very  bestest  class. 

June  9.  Alumni  meeting.  The  ex-seniors  hob-nob  with  the  "profs" 
and  "old  folks." 

That's  all  there  is — there  ain't  no  more ! 


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ONIGHT  sweet  bonds  we  sever,  bonds  we  hold  most  dear, 
Ties  of  fond  affection,  enriched  by  time  and  tear, 
But  tho  the  golden  cord  we  break,  we  hold  an  end  in  hand. 
Wherever  we  may  wander  forth,  we'll  cherish  this  sweet 
strand. 

For  the  past  it  meaneth  memory,  with  days  of  life  enjoyed, 
With  holidays  and  pleasures,  and  honest  work  employed. 
But  deeper   still   the  real   truth   lies,   where   Gratitude's 

ablaze, 
The  things  of  worth,  beyond  all  price, — our  precious  High 
School  days. 


A  longing  lies  within  each  breast,  a  love  for  old-time  scenes, 
A  yearning  for  our  friends  and  class,  and  youthful,  fancied  dreams 
But  like  all  else  we  pass  and  go,  and  make  way  for  the  rest, 
What'er  the  future  way  may  have,  the  past  has  had  its  best. 

Out  to  the  world  each  one  must  go,  his  destined  task  to  find, 
And  for  that  task,  that  highest  aim,  each  life  must  be  inclined. 
Whether  it  be  for  home  or  state,  deeds  large  or  great  or  small, 
The  lessons  that  we've  here  received,  will  help  to  conquer  all. 

—ALEXANDER  BOWLING. 


Manapt-t^CL^L-. 


1.  McCullough,  Dorothy 95. 

2.  Smith,  LaVergne    94.673 

3.  Jeffers,  Beatrice   94.464 

4.  Baker,  Hester   94.038 

5.  Gerrard,  Eleanor   94. 

6.  Schoener,  Margaret   93.75 

7.  Kurzrok,  Leo 93.522 

8.  Seuel,  Irene 93.229 

9.  Chandler,   Mary    93.125 

10.  King,  Eleanor   93.103 

11.  Geisler,   Florence    92.884 

12.  Wishard,  Lois   92.5 

13.  Darko,  Laslo   91.851 

14.  Benton,  Rachel    91.634 

15.  Donaldson,  Melba   91.406 

16.  Stockman,  Thelma   91.346 

17.  Davis,  Dorothy   91.166 

18.  Bryant,  Bessie 91.111 

19.  Carrington,  Herman 90.8 

20.  Bamberger,  Caroline    90.322 

21.  Weyant,  Claudia  90.267 

22.  Reagan,  Silas    90.185 

23.  Hooper,  Florence   90.1 


Honor  Roll  of  Pupils  Who  Did  Not  Take 
All  Work  In  S.  H.  S. 

1.  Parker,  Robei-t   94.75 

2.  Carpenter,  Evelyn    94.00 

3.  Taylor,  Grace   93.75 

4.  Coulsen,  Ellen 92.105 

5.  Schulz,  Daisy 92.045 

6.  Brown,  Paul    91.75 

7.  Luten,  Granville   91.666 


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ADDY  LONG  LEGS,"  play  of  the  class  of  '21.  was 
staged  with  marked  success  Thursday  evening, 
April  21,  at  the  Murat  theater.  Through  the  effi- 
cient coaching  of  Mr.  George  Somnes,  every  point 
of  the  performance  was  worked  to  perfection. 
Catherine  Gavins,  leading  lady,  was  superb  in  her 
role  of  Judy,  and  Henry  Dithmer  as  Jervis  Pendle- 
ton carried  off  all  the  honors  of  the  part.  The  man- 
agement of  the  performance  was  in  the  hands  of 
Mr.  Otto,  with  Alexander  Dowling,  publicity  man- 
ager, and  George  Schumacher,  business  manager. 
Edson  Wood  was  property  manager,  assisted  by 
Wade  Dick,  Clarence  Badger,  George  Dailey  and  Fred  Carter.  The  cos- 
tumes were  designed  by  the  committee  consisting  of  Miss  Nora  Thomas, 
chairman ;  Barbara  Brown,  and  Dorothy  Wilhelm.   The  cast  follows : 

Judy   Catherine  Gavins 

Jervis  Pendleton Henry  L.  Dithmer,  Jr. 

James  McBride Robert   Hartman 

Sallie  McBride Lucille  Tyner 

Julia  Pendleton Helen   Bedell 

Miss  Pritchard Josephine   Likely 

Mrs.   Pendleton Marie   Boyle 

Mrs.  Lippett Bessie  Bryant 

Freddy    Perkins Robert    Hollingsworth 

Gladiola  Murphy Jeannette    Nunamaker 

Sadie  Kate Helen   Ciener 

Mamie   Florence  Hooper 

Loretta    Ella    Pope 

Mrs.   Simple Mary  Barnes 

Griggs    Silas    Reagan 

Watters    Kenneth   Church 

Cyrus  Wykoft Edson  Wood 

Abner  Parsons Clarence   Badger 

John  Codman Wade  Dick 


1.  LILLIAN  AERAMS— Lillian  spent  her  wee  years  in  Newcastle,  but  came  to  this 
city  to  grow  up  with  Shortridge.  A  charming  girl  with  an  attractive  personality.  A 
finished  dancer.    A  good  student. 

2.  VIRGINIA  ADAMS— A  girl  full  of  life  and  good  cheer.  Came  to  Shortridge  from 
Mooresville  High.    Is  very  interested  in  Purdue. 

3.  ROSELLA  ADDINGTON— "Rosie"  is  the  good-looking  girl  who  is  very  popular  with 
everyone.    "Pep"  personified. 

4.  WILMA  ALBERSMIER— A  jolly,  pretty  girl.  When  it  comes  to  describing  Wilma. 
words  fail  us.    Wilma  and  Dorothy  Merriman  are  inseparable  pals. 

.').  WILLIAM  ALDERMAN— Debater:  a  "chick"  of  Mr.  Otto's.  Convinces  all  that  he's 
in  the  right,  whether  he  is  or  not.  Appeared  before  school  in  discussion  contest.  Good 
fellow. 

6.  EMMA  ALLISON — Emma  is  naturally  a  quiet  girl,  but  she  lets  us  know  she  is 
here,  as  she  shines  in  all  her  subjects. 

7.  HAZEL  ALVERSON — One  of  our  serious-minded  seniors.  Was  in  Washington  last 
year  doing  war  work.    A  good  student.    Therapon. 

8.  VIOLET  ARCHER— One  of  our  little  "brilliancies."  Especially  interested  in  Butler 
this  year.   Always  wears  blue  and  white  dresses.   Smallest  girl  in  class. 

9.  ROBERT  ARNOLD— "Bob"  is  back  with  us  again  after  staying  out  of  school  a 
semester  to  work.   A  horse-back  rider  of  ability. 

10.  DORA  ATKINS— Dora  is  a  lighl  in  art,  and  she  glows  brightly  in  science.  A  strong 
advocate  of  good  times. 

11.  CLARENCE  BADGER— Regimental  adjutant  and  captain  in  R.  O.  T.  C.  A  keen, 
alert  fellow.  Track  man  and  good  marksman.  Senior  play.  A  warm  friend.  Hits  the 
point  whenever  he  talks.    "Him  and  .Melba  Donaldson." 

12.  ELLA  EAIN — Lisht-haired.  iolly  |)erpon  that  has  lots  of  fun.  Pretty;  plays  uke 
and  chums  with  Marie  Kantz. 

13.  HESTER  BAKER — A  splendid  student,  who  never  seems  to  tire  of  thorough 
study.  Stars  in  everything,  including  history.  Stood  tiptop  in  one  of  Miss  Donnan's 
hi::tory  II  classes.    Therapon.    Very  lovable. 

14.  ESTHER  MARY  BALL— Very  pretty  and  as  sweet  as  she  can  be.  Cares  more 
for  people  and  good  times  than  for  books.    Tells  many  a  joke. 

I.'").  CAROLINE  BAMBERGER— Great  friend  of  Krnnie  Solar  and  sister  of  Julian. 
Flirtatious  with  the  junior  vice-presidency.  Math  Club.  Girl  basket  ball  star.  Has 
lots  of  friends.    Therapon. 

16.  MARY  BARNES— A  touch-me-not  young  lady.  She  likes  to  talk  and  manages  to 
do  it  with  much  fluency.   A  good  student. 

17.  JANET  BASS— This  lively  senior  is  one  of  the  humorous  spots  of  the  class  of  '21. 
First  gained  fame  for  her  finger  demonstration  of  "Basketball  As  She  Is  Spoke,"  at 
the  Indiana  Deaf  School  game.  It's  said  she  vamped  the  forward  in  pig  Latin.  Funny? 
Oh  man!!  and — yes  she  has  "auburn"  hair. 

IIS.  CATHERINE  BASSETT— Has  pretty  blond  hair.  An  inseparable  friend  of  Virginia 
Jones.  Catherine  finished  S.  H.  S.  in  three  years  in  order  to  arrive  at  Northwestern 
before  the  attraction  graduated. 

li).  HORACE  BEAVER — Veteran  of  twelve  stormy  semesters  during  which  his  marks 
have  b(en  remarkably  consistent.  Hoi-ace  passed  up  two  other  graduating  classes  to 
give  the  class  of  '21  the  honor  of  having  his  picture  in  their  Annual. 

20.  HELEN  BEDELL — A  very  sweet  business-like  young  lady,  full  of  fun  and  sweet 
.smiles.  Wdl  liked  by  everyone.  Secretary  of  the  Junior  Drama  League.  Shakespearean. 
Senior  play. 


21.  LOIS    BELL— One  of  Miss  Cox's  angels  who  never  misses  Sunday  School.    Close 
friend  of  Violet  Archer  and  sister  of  Mary  Bell,  '18.   The  quietest  person  in  History  Ref. 

22.  MILDRED     BENEDICT — Mildred   is   "pleasing   pretty" — if   we  may   so   express   it. 
Very  much  interested  in  music  and  promises  to  be  quite  an  artist  in  that  line. 


23.  WILMOTH  BENSON— Wilmoth's  big  point  is  her  English.  Has  many  friends 
among  the  upperclassmen.   True-blue  Shortridger. 

24.  RACHEL  BENTON— Basket  ball,  volley  ball  and  hockey  star.  One  of  our  famous 
athletic  girls  who  stars  in  the  classroom  also.  Rachel  won  third  prize  in  the  National 
Guard  Poster  contest.   Full  of  fun. 

25.  BLANCHE  BERNSTEIN — Sister  of  Goldie  and  fourth  girl  in  her  family  to  graduate 
from  Shortridge.  Has  bobbed  hair  like  the  rest  of  her  sisters  and  is  equally  bright, 
which  is  saying  a  great  deal. 

26.  GOLDIE  BERNSTEIN— She  lives  near  Manual,  but  used  discretion  and  came  to 
this  school,  where  she  has  made  a  good  record.  One  of  Shortridge's  representatives 
in  the  Music  Memory  Contest.    Bobbed  hair. 

27.  ELIZABETH  BERTERMANN— Vice-president  of  the  Therapon  Club.  Elizabeth's 
charming  personality  is  attested  by  her  many  friends.  A  true  blue  Shortridger  who 
hails  from  our  classic  suburb,  Irvington. 

28.  ARTHUR  BERRY — A  Violinist  of  ability  who  has  always  been  an  important  par- 
ticipant in  Shortridge  musical  affairs.   A  fine  fellow  and  a  good  mixer. 

29.  JAMES  BIDDINGER— A  dandy,  high-class  chap.  Has  a  knack  at  writing,  an 
accomplishment  of  which  few  have  any  knowledge.    Good  athlete. 

30.  BUELAH  BLASDEL— Buelah  came  to  us  from  Akron  High  School,  one  of  the 
best  things,  according  to  our  way  of  thinking,  that  she  could  have  done.  Likes  basket 
ball. 

31.  DOLPH  BLASDELL — A  quiet  sort  of  chap,  reserved  and  earnest,  who  wins  the 
respect  of  his  teachers  although  he  has  little  to  say.  "Still  waters  run  deep,"  the  old 
proverb  goes.   A  sincere  worker,  with  a  supply  of  good  theories  usually  at  hand. 

32.  MARIE  BOYLE — A  tall  and  stately,  good-looking  girl.  Proved  her  ability  as  an 
actress  in  the  senior  play  tryouts. 

33.  TOM  BRADY — Everybody  likes  Tom.  Business-like;  always  to  be  depended 
upon  for  a  brilliant  recitation.  One  of  many  who  showed  their  good  judgment  by 
changing  from  Tech  to  Shortridge. 

34.  IRENE  BREWER— Irene  likes  Shortridge  so  well  that  she  travels  all  the  way 
from  Southport  every  morning  to  attend  this  school;  she  even  rooted  for  S.  H.  S. 
in  the  Shortridge-Southport  game.    An  A  number  one  friend. 

35.  CHARLES  BROCKMAN— Up  high  in  local  scout  work.  Good  athlete  and  student. 
Sincere  in  his  school  work  and  everything  else.  Heaps  o'  friends  in  every  class  in 
Shortridge  from  freshmen  to  seniors. 

36.  ARZELIE  BRODEUR— A  quiet,  conscientious  little  girl  and  a  true  friend.  A 
basket  ball  enthusiast  and  an  ardent  supporter  of  all  Shortridge  activities.  Stars  in 
commercial  subjects. 

37.  BARBARA  BROWN — The  first  question  we  ask  when  we  see  Barbara  Is,  "Where's 
Catherine  Cavins?"  A  zoology  enthusiast  who  is  fond  of  Miss  McClellan.  An  excellent 
student.    Therapon. 

38.  ELIZABETH  BROWN — A  quiet  girl  who  is  an  earnest,  hard-working  student.  One 
of  Monday's  Echo  scribes. 

39.  FRIEDA  BROWN— Sister  of  the  famous  Samuel,  '18,  who  is  trying  hard  to  keep 
up  the  reputation  set  by  her  brother.  Very  attentive  in  class  and  well  up  in  her  grades. 
A  loyal  supporter  of  S.  H.  S. 

40.  PAUL  BROWN— Not  many  know  Paul,  but  those  who  do  will  testify  to  his 
i-.incerily  in  everything.   Good  fellow  and  student.    Possesses  a  remarkably  cool  head. 


5ps.    Knows   Henry   Dithmer   pretty 

42.  MILDRED  BRL'NSON— Mildied  worked  mighty  hard  to  graduate  with  us.  and 
deserves  a  lot  ot  credit.  Well  liked  liy  all  who  know  her.  and  always  ready  for  a  jolly 
good  time.    Zoology  star. 

43.  BESSIE  BRYANT— It  would  be  difficult  to  say  along  what  particular  line  Bessie 
shines  most,  as  she  is  a  star  in  all  her  classes.  She  has  quite  an  inteiest  in  commercial 
work.    Sister  of  Pernie.    Senior  play. 

44.  PERNIE  BRYANT — Sister  of  Bessie.  Finished  her  course  in  January.  A  very 
sweet  girl.  Commercial  student.  Never  takes  a  book  home,  yet  always  has  her  lessons 
to  perfection. 

45.  -MADELINE  EYRKET— Pretty  and  popular.  Surely  can  danco.  A  very  good  student. 
English  star.    Still  likis  the  11I2U  class  pretty  well. 

4G.  EVELYN  CARPENTER— A  girl  who  has  made  a  name  for  herself  as  a  student  ot 
the  A+  rank.  .Math  Club.  Vergil  star.  Therapon.  A  sweet  smile  and  a  lovely  dispo- 
sition have  won  her  many  friends. 

47.  HER.MAN  CARRINGTON— The  best-known  fellow  in  the  class,  and  one  of  the  most 
popular.  Editor  of  the  1921  Annual  and  Wednesday's  Echo  for  two  years.  A  red-headed 
"lady-fusser"  and  "dancin'  fool."    Honor  roll.    Athletic  Board. 

4S.  EDITH  CARSTEN— A  mighty  fine  girl,  but  she  is  so  quiet  that  few  know  her  well. 
Siais  in  English.    Seen  in  and  about  Room  4,  live  periods  of  the  day. 

4M.  FRED  CARTER— Sure  you  know  Ted!  A  basket  ball  fan  who  is  also  a  good 
player.    Has  a  pleasing  personality. 

50.  JOSEPH  CASH— You  just  ought  to  see  him  in  his  uniform.  Major  in  R.  O.  T.  C. 
Has  business  ability  and  "push"  which  is  sure  to  make  him  succeed.  Business  manager 
of  Annual. 

51.  CATHERINE  CAVINS— An  A-|-  sHident  in  nil  subjects  and  a  "bugologist"  who 
is  fond  of  birds  and  hikes.    Leading  lady  in  senior  play.    Treasurer  of  Therajion  Club. 

52.  LUCILE  CHANDLER— Came  to  Indianapolis  and.  wi=ely,  to  Shortridge,  from  Hart- 
ford City.   .Made  lots  of  friends  in  a  fhort  time.   Unusually  pretty.    One  of  our  stars. 

53.  MARY  CHANDLER— An  excellent  student,  especially  in  Vergil.  Has  a  lovable 
disposition  which  has  won  for  her  many  friends.  An  especial  friend  of  Lorena  McComb. 
Therapon. 

54.  HAZEL  CHASTAIN— Always  in  for  a  good  time.  Especially  fond  of  athletics. 
Plays  basket  ball  and  volley  ball.   A  popular  student  in  the  commercial  department. 

55.  KENNETH  CHURCH— "Kenny"  is  one  of  the  best-looking  boys  in  school.  Captain 
of  senior  company.    One  of  the  members  of  the  Eternal  Triangle.    Senior  treasurer. 

5C.  STEELE  CHURCHMAN— A  brother  ot  the  famous  Henry.  We  think  he  is  going 
to  run  his  brother  a  clos*^  race  for  fame.  A  stellar  light  ot  the  gridiron  and  hardwood 
court.    Populai-  with  all  the  fellows,  but  is  too  baphful  to  be  known  well  by  the  girls. 

57.  HELEN  CIENER— It  may  be  truly  said  of  Helen  that,  as  a  mathematician,  she 
is  an  excellent  elocutionist.  You've  missed  a  treat  if  you  haven't  heard  her  recite, 
"Speak  Up,  Ike,  'spress  Yo-sef."    Senior  play. 

5S.  I.MA  CLAPP— A  quirt  little  girl  whose  interests  center  in  Cumberland.  She  lives 
ill  Irvington,  and  enjoys  the  privilege  of  having  .Mr.  Gingery  as  a  Sundav  School 
teacher. 

5(1.  GEORCK  CL.VRK  -A  man's  man 
imnter  in  the  state.  A  peach  of  a  fcUo 
ridge  student. 

M.    COOKE    COEN-   Nevrr  seen  willuiuf  bis  car     A  trood 
:niyoni>.    Likes  to  enjoy  hims.Mf  in   tlir  sludy  hall. 


61.  BEATRICE  COHEN — Surely  you  all  know  Beatrice.  If  you  don't  you  have  truly 
missed  something.    A  shy  girl,  but  popular. 

62.  JACK  COHEN— Jack  is  "right  there"  when  there  is  any  ticket  selling  to  be  done. 
Full  of  fun.    Black  hair  and  eyes.    What  we  call  cute.    .Math  student. 

63.  ROBERT  CONDER— A  good-looking  senior  who  makes  a  hit  with  the  ladies  and 
who  is  also  popular  with  the  boys.  All-around  student  and  debater.  Band.  President 
of  Debating  Club.  Orchestra.  Wednesday  Echo  in  junior  year.  S.  H.  S.  representative 
to  state  discussion  contest  at  Bloomington.  winning  second  place  and  a  silver   medal. 

64.  ALDEN  COOKE — A  crafty  but  honest  politician  in  class  elections.  A  popular 
student,  especially  with  the  boys  of  the  class.   Buddie  of  Edson  Wood. 

65.  ALDEN  COPELAND — After  Shortridge — then  the  West  for  Alden.  Work  and  success. 
Well  liked  by  all  members  of  class. 

66.  ELLEN  COULSON— Ellen  has  a  disposition  as  golden  as  her  hair.  Stars  in  every- 
thing, especially  English.    Honor  roll.    Therapon.    Greek  star. 

67.  MARY  COVERT — One  of  our  famou.s  science  stars.  Just  loves  .Miss  Bowser  and 
chemistry.  Survived  Vergil.  Secretary  of  the  Art  Appreciation  Club  and  a  member  of 
the  Therapon  Club.  Member  of  the  Girls'  Discussion  Hour.  Pretty  and  popular.  Fine 
dancer.   Has  a  keen  interest  in  Franklin.    What's  the  reason?   Therapon. 

68.  IRENE  COWGILL— Commercial  student.  A  mighty  sweet  girl  who  pulls  hard  for 
the  Blue  and  White.    Often  seen  with  Doris  Lynn. 

69.  GEORGE  DAILEY— George  hails  from  Public  School  No.  2.  where  he  acquired  a 
reputaltion  as  a  speaker,  a  reputation  which  he  hasn't  disgraced.  Substitute  forward 
on  the  varsity  basket  ball  team,  although  light. 

7(1.  JOSEPHINE  DANFORTH— A  most  charming  girl.  Rare  chemist!  Spoke  very 
favorably  of  Latin  after  she  had  finished  Vergil.   Full  of  life.   Good  friend  of  Laura  Hare. 

71.  VELMA  DANFORTH^Everybody  knows  Velma  because  she  is  the  cute  little  miss 
at  the  Rental  Library.    Ardent  supporter  of  the  Blue  and  White. 

72.  LASLO  DARKO — Was  just  a  little  fellow  when  he  started  in  school,  but  ha.s 
grown  up  to  Commencement  Day  dignity  as  fully  as  anyone.  Is  a  steady,  consistent 
and  reliable  pupils  in  studies.    Honor  roll. 

73.  PAUL  DARROW— Junior  partner  of  the  firm  of  Dinnin  &  D.arrow,  Ltd.  Paul  is 
a  debater  and  also  an  artist  of  note.    Knows  all  of  the  best  musical  comedies. 

74.  ANNA  DAUGHERTY— Sister  of  .Matilda.  Very  pretty  and  very  popular  with  both 
girls  and  boys.    Interested  in  Purdue,  .so  we  have  heard.    A  good  student.    Therapon. 

1^1.  REBECCA  DAUGHERTY— "Becky"  is  the  sister  of  Maria,  '17.  A  mighty  sweet 
and  jolly  girl.    Helen  Selvage's  "bestcst"  friend.    Therapon. 

76.  KATHERINE    DAVIDSON— The   red-headed   girl    from 
sport.    Has  numerous  secret  crushes,  that  she  really  keeps 

77.  CHARLOTTE  DAVIS— Charlotte  is  one  of  the  "Rynii^s"  of  the  commercial  depart- 
ment.   Her  ability  for  acquiring  pluses  is  equaled  only  by  her  pep  and  wit. 

75.  DOROTHY  DAVIS— A  good-looking  "gal"  with  all  varieties  of  pep.  Friday's  editor 
during  her  junior  year.  An  elegant  dancer  and  poiiular  girl.  Always  talks  with  her  hands. 

7(1.  MAXINE  DAVIS— Max  is  famous  for  her  prdly  curly  hair  and  her  Paige.  Though 
Ihey  haven't  much  connection- they  go  fine  togetlicrl    A  ixrreci   riot  of  pei). 

SO.    DOROTHY    DAY  -Dot's   one   of  Ih 
elocution  and  dancing.    We'ri    sure  slu 


81.  ELIZABETH  DeHASS— P.  P.  P.— Pretty,  popular  and  peppy— that's  Betty!  Take 
it  from  us — she  "goes  big"  wherever  she  is!  Doesn't  want  it  mentioned  in  her  liner 
that  she's  from  Irvington— but  she  is,  anyway! 

82.  ELFLEDA  DeLORA — Lots  of  artistic  ability.  Can  draw  anything  from  a  Hawaiian 
dancer  to  a  school  teacher.    Commercial  star.    Therapon. 

83.  ALBERT  DeLUSE — Albert  is  a  born  politician.  Can  argue  nine  teachers  out  of 
ten  into  giving  him  good  marks.  Good  friend  of  George  Schumaker,  judging  by  the  way 
they  hang  together.    Has  often  been  doped  out  an  S.  H.  S.  marble  champion. 

84.  NINA  DEPUTY — A  very  sweet  girl  who  surely  knows  how  to  study.  Never  will 
fuss.    Math  and  English  star. 

85.  WADE  DICK — Brown  eyes,  red  cheeks,  red  Marmon.  Always  changing  his  dance 
step  for  some  a  little  newer.  John  Codman  in  senior  play.  Side  partner  of  the  equally- 
famQus  Joe  Cash. 

^     86.    HENRY    DITHMER — Everyone  likes   Bud.    Well  known  for  his   green  vest,  curly 

■"^     hair  and  Betty  "Bru."    Among  the  S.  H.  S.  football  stars.    Good  at  asking  questions. 
Made  a  great  hit  as  leading  man  in  senior  play. 

87.  SAMUEL  DINNIN— G.  M.  K.  G.  C.  All  of  which  means  that  Sam  is  Grand  Master 
of  the  Knights  of  the  Green  Carpet.  Member  of  Friday's  Echo  staff  in  his  junior  year. 
Vice-president  of  Debating  Club. 

88.  OAKLEY  DOBBINS — Quite  a  musician,  playing  in  the  band  and  orchestra.  An 
accomplished  player  of  the  piano  and  also  the  saxophone.  Made  a  name  for  himself 
in  color  league  and  inter-school  basket  ball. 

89.  JEAN  DODDS — Tall  and  slender — that's  Jean — yet  not  too  tall  or  too  slender. 
Often  seen  driving  her  electric,  or  in  Mildred  Kennedy's  "Hudson." 

90.  MELBA  DONALDSON — A  very  sweet,  popular  girl.  Admired  by  both  boys  and 
girls.    An  all-round  star.    President  of  the  Therapon  Club. 

91.  ALEXANDER  S.  DOWLING— Editor  of  Monday's  Echo,  literary  staff  of  the  Annual. 
President  of  the  Fiction  Club.  Very  literary.  Professes  to  be  a  woman  hater,  but 
nobody  believes  him.  A  fine  fellow  who  may  surprise  us  all  some  day  by  writing 
a  book.    Publicity  manager  of  play. 

92.  ELIZABETH  DRULEY— Betty's  a  "meeyun  dollar"  girl.  Has  the  reputation  of 
talking  faster  than  anyone  else  around  school.    Particular  friend  of  Mary  Seidensticker. 

93.  JUANITA  DUNNING — An  excellent  student,  possessing  a  quiet  reserve  and  an 
enviable  disposition.    Is  studying  to  be  a  botany  teacher. 

94.  JOHN  EDELEN— John  is  small  but  he  knows  what's  what  in  athletics.  Has 
received  several  "S's".   John's  great  ambition  is  to  become  a  public  speaker. 

95.  SOLOMON  EDWARDS— From  his  name  he  inherited  a  goodly  porUon  of  gray 
matter.  A  light  in  Latin.  One  of  Mr.  Hughes'  prodigies. 

96.  JOSEPH  EISENHUT — Never  yet  has  been  seen  to  look  serious.  Artist  and  car- 
toonist.  Joseph  is  a  geology  star  and  a  good  student  generally.   Liked  by  Mrs.  Carey. 

97.  MARGARET  ETTER — Known  as  Peg.  A  very  sailorly  girl,  so  to  speak.  Sail  ho! 
Once  went  to  a  meeting  of  the  Math  Club — "live  and  learn,"  says  Peg.  A  good  note- 
writer  and  is  often  heard  to  remark,  "Katy."   Junior  Drama  League. 

98.  THOMAS  EVANS— Tom  was  our  efficient  class  treasurer  during  our  junior  year 
A  good-natured  and  friendly  classmate.  Originator  of  "Keeno  Frank,  from  Filbert 
County."   Handsome,  and  bright  as  a  dollar. 

99.  TITUS  EVERETT— Left  in  January  to  go  to  Butler.  Titus  is  the  sort  of  person 
who  will  make  a  mark  some  day.    Interested  in  library  work. 

100.  ALBERT  EWBANK — Ambition  is  to  be  governor.  Long-winded  economics  star. 
Miss  Zeis'  pet.  Holds  class  record  as  chemistry  equipment  breaker.  Nearly  as  hand- 
some as  John  Ferris. 


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101.  JULIUS  FALK— The  little  boy  with  the  big  Cadillac  touring  car.  Always  up  to 
some  "fool  trick"  or  other.  Fine  fellow. 

102.  MARIAN  FARMER — A  worthy  little  senior  who  has  majored  in  commercial  work. 
Often  seen  with  Myrtle  Johnson.  Stars  in  Advanced  Grammar. 

103.  WANDA  FARR — One  of  our  girl  athletes.  Plays  hockey  and  is  a  member  of  the 
All-Stars  basket  ball  team.   A  jolly  good  friend. 

104.  OREN  FIFER^A  "regular  guy"  who  has  made  a  hit  with  everyone.  A  yell  leader 
of  ability  and  a  good  basket  ball  player.  A  lady's  man  who  is  also  popular  with  the 
fellows. 

105.  GORDON  FISCUS— Gets  some  hot  harmony  with  Don  Irwin  on  the  mandolin. 
Has  been  known  to  serenade  the  Teachers'  College. 

106.  ROLAND  FISHER— Roily  is  never  seen  by  himself— always  with  Lindabelle. 
More  fun  than  a  three-ring  circus,  and  clever  to  boot. 

107.  LOUISE  FLEMING — Very  jolly  and  full  of  pep.  Interested  in  athletics,  dancing 
and  boys.  Always  ready  for  mischief. 

108.  WALTER  FORSELL— One  of  the  big  boys  of  the  class.  Inclined  to  be  rather 
quiet.    Plays  in  the  orchestra  and  band. 

109.  CONSTANCE  FORSYTH— "Small,  but  mighty."  One  of  our  stars  from  Irvington. 
Is  an  intimate  friend  of  Julia  Brown.    Has  hosts  of  friends.    Therapon. 

110.  KENNETH  FOX— Aspires  to  be  a  doctor  of  medicine.  Showed  up  well  in  studies, 
especially,  science.  Chem  star.  Not  much  for  the  ladies,  but  knows  lots  of  the  boys. 

111.  HENRY  FRENZEL— Sure  you  know  Hank!  One  of  the  most  popular  fellows  in 
school.   Always  ready  for  a  good  time.   Has  a  new  stunt  every  time  you  see  him. 

112.  FRANK  FURSTENBURG— Proved  himself  to  be  the  champion  apple  picker  of 
Indiana  last  fall.  Is  quite  fond  of  bluffing  and  trying  to  appear  very  ignorant.  A  good 
student  and  splendid  fellow.    Especially  interested  in  science. 

113.  NANNIE  MAE  GAHN— Nannie  Mae  is  the  neat,  severe  little  senior  who  is  always 
seen  gracing  our  corridors  far  before  class  time.  She  has  never  been  known  to  suffer 
from  "C"  sickness. 

114.  HELEN  GANDALL — Oh  boy!  Stunning  is  a  word  that  surely  applies  to  her. 
Very  pretty  and  has  lots  and  lots  of  friends.  A  good  student,  especially  in  English. 
Interested  in  art. 

115.  FLORENCE  GEISLER— A  dependable  sort  of  a  girl  with  a  marvelous  record  in 
her  studies.  Is  planning  to  be  a  botany  teacher,  in  which  capacity  she  will  assuredly 
be  a  success.    Therapon.    Honor  Roll. 

116.  ELEANOR  GERRARD— A  splendid  student  and  loyal  friend.  An  especial  friend 
of  Margaret  Wingfield.  Spends  her  winters  in  Florida  but  always  returns  to  Shortridge 
in  the  spring.    Therapon. 

117.  HAZEL  GILMER — Won't  we  miss  Hazel  next  year  though!  However  we  are  going 
to  be  unselfish  and  let  some  other  school  enjoy  her  presence  as  we  have. 

118.  SUSANNA  GOEPPER— Susie  plays  tennis  almost  all  summer.  A  tall,  quiet,  dark- 
haired  girl.    An  ideal  chum  and  all-around  Shortridge  girl. 

119.  EDNA  GRAVES — Edna  has  spent  a  jolly  four  years  here,  but  believes  in  the 
slogan,  "Keep  Moving."    Noted  for  her  dry  humor. 

120.  ELETHA  GRAY— Probably  you  don't  know  Eletha.  She  entered  S.  H.  S.  as  a 
sophomore.  A  wee  girl  with  a  wee  voice;  but  she  has  an  abundance  of  brains. 


121.  HARRY  GREEN — ^A  very  promising  orator.  Has  attained  great  distinction  as 
an  officer  in  the  R.  O.  T.  C.  Finished  his  course  in  February  and  entered  Butler  right 
away. 

122.  WILLIAM  GUTHRIE— Bill  is  the  Shortridge  "long  legs."  He  reminds  us  of  the 
boy  who  wore  the  Seven  League  Boots.  Good  old  Bill  looks  as  solemn  as  a  judge — but 
"You'd  Be  Surprised!" 

123.  HELEN  GWARTNEY — Helen  likes  to  dance  and  really  enjoy  life.  "Dot"  Trout- 
man's  inseparable.  Wrote  "Sister  Jane  Observes."  Wednesday  Echo  scribe.  Interested 
in  basket  ball.   Friend  of  the  team.   Drama  Lague.   Irvingtonite. 

124.  ANNA  HAJEK — A  care-free  sort  of  person.  Blue  eyes  and  black  hair.  Physiog- 
raphy Club.    Friend  of  Willeta  Work. 

125.  MARGARET  HALE — Margaret  believes  in  the  young  men,  especially  those  from 
Shortridge.    Is  seen  much  In  the  company  of  Loretta  Keller.    Beautiful  eyes. 

126.  HOWARD  HAMILTON— "Buddie"  of  Dale  Livengood,  and  Knight  of  the  Ten  Pins. 
Howdy  worked  in  Nitre,  in  W.  Va.  during  the  war,  but  his  temper  is  far  from  explosive. 
One  of  the  few  who  survived  astronomy. 

127.  GERALDINE  HANKS — A  mighty  sweet  girl.  She  has  the  reputation  of  never 
"high-toning"  a  single  person — and  we  know  for  a  fact  that  that  is  the  absolute  truth. 

128.  KATHERINE  HANNA— "Kay"  will  always  be  remembered  for  her  happy  smile 
of  greeting  and  her  bright  and  trite  sayings.  Has  pretty  rosy  cheeks.  H.  S.  G.  C, 
Drama  League,  basket  ball  fan,  Therapon. 

129.  HAROLD  HARLEY— Studious,  good  natured— fond  of  telling  jokes.  Liked  by 
both  boys  and  girls.   Never  seen  without  Bernice  Burris.    Basket  ball  enthusiast. 

130.  ROBERT  HARRIS— Despite  the  fact  that  he  was  light  in  weight,  he  was  made 
a  substitute  on  the  varsity  basketball  team.  Bob  is  known  by  everyone  because  of 
his  winning  smile. 

131.  ROBERT  HARTMAN— Playwright  and  actor.  A  local  Shakespeare  and  Robert 
Mantell,  both  in  one.  In  the  senior  play.  Musician  along  vocalistic  lines.  Story-Tellers' 
Club. 

132.  FRANK  HARTWELL— Basket  ball  player  of  no  mean  ability.  Possesses  lots  of 
friends  among  the  gentlemen  around  school,  and  also  among  the  ladies.  Has  a  good 
disposition  and  a  cheery  word  for  all. 

133.  JUSTIN  HARVEY— One  of  the  best-liked  fellows  in  school.  Wednesday's  Echo. 
Well-known  sport  writer.  His  Shortridge  writeups  are  a  feature  of  the  Star  sport 
page.    Handsome  but  versatile  lady-killer. 

134.  DOROTHY  L.  HATFIELD— Wednesday's  Echo;  Annual  staff;  Therapon;  secretary 
Press  Club;  secretary  Physiography  Club;  Girls'  Discussion  Hour;  secretary  High 
School  Girls'  Club.  Stars  in  English.  Active  and  enterprising.  Would  rather  dance 
than  eat.    Democratic  and  popular. 

135.  EULA  HAYES— Eula  doesn't  say  much;  so  we  don't  know  much  about  her  ideas. 
However,  we  are  sure  she  will  do  wonders  with  her  smile  that  doesn't  rub  off. 

136.  CLARICE  HAWKINS— Known  by  her  fondness  for  futurist  drawings  and— sh!  — 
by  her  "parties."    Lively  and  attractive. 

137.  WILLIAM  HENDERSON— A  Math  star  and  chemistry  student.  Tall,  dark,  lady- 
fusser. 

138.  HARRIET  HESTER— A  quiet  girl  with  a  friendly,  happy  disposition.  A  loyal 
Shortridger  in  every  sense  of  the  word.    Is  fond  of  all  studies,  especially  English. 

139.  ELIZABETH  ANNE  HILLS — This  youthful  senior  spends  hours  at  a  time  in  the 
company  of  half-a-dozen  youthful  nephews  in  order  to  ward  off  old  age.  Just  as  cute 
as  she  can  br — and  she  sure  shakes  a  wicked  tennis  racquet! 

140.  KATHERINE  HILLS— Sister  of  "Betty."  A  great  enthusiast  over  all  athletics, 
especially  tennis.    Is  interested  in  Crawfordsville  for  some  unknown  reason. 


141.  FOREST  HINDSLEY — Looks  the  ideal  vicar.  Orchestra  and  band  bass  "hornist." 
Favorite  occupation,  "accompanying"  a  noted  singer. 

143.  CHARLES  HENDERSON — Sworn  friend  of  Herman  Selka  and  James  Lambert. 
Owns  one  of  the  few  "tin  lizzies"  in  town.  Serious  half  of  the  time  and  full  of  fun  the 
other  half. 

143.  ROLAND  HOCKET— Came  to  Shortridge  last  semester  from  Richmond.  He  is 
an  able  musician,  playing  clarinet  in  both  orchestra  and  band.  A  good  student;  inter- 
ested in  all  Shortridge  athletics. 

144.  FLORENCE  E\':ERETT  HOOPER— Therapon;  Mathematics  Club.  An  A+  student. 
Florence  is  one  of  our  active  Shortridgers  whose  scholarship  and  spirit  uphold  all 
standards  of  the  high  school.  Sincere  and  unassuming.  A  cheerful  companion,  a  true 
and  devoted  friend. 

145.  JOHN  HORNER— Everyone  knows  jolly  Johnny.  Tried  French  and  tackled  "trig." 
We  just  know  he'll  succeed. 

146.  CHRISTINE  HOUSEMAN— Plays  the  piano  in  the  Shortridge  orchestra.  Surely 
knows  how  to  play  wonderfully  well.  A  lovely  disposition  and  a  pleasing  personality 
make  Christine  stand  out  as  one  of  our  finest  Shortridge  girls.  A  member  of  the  Girls' 
Discussion  Hour.   Formerly  prominent  in  the  Story-Tellers'  Club. 

147.  IRENE  HOWARD— Brown-eyed  and  full  of  pep.  Is  she  good  to  look  upon?  Well, 
rather! 

148.  DONALD  HOYL — Umpty-steen  pounds  avoirdupois.  First  period  study  hall  mis- 
chief maker.     Pecks  of  fun.    His  clothes  fit  him  perfectly. 

149.  GERTRUDE  HULS— Another  prominent  Irvingtonite.  A  charming  friend  and  a 
loyal  Shortridger.  Interested  in  dramtic  art.  Intends  to  go  to  Butler.  Friend  of  Meta 
Morris  and  Lois  Wishard.    Therapon. 

150.  ROSAMOND  ISRAEL— "Pete"  came  to  Shortridge  in  her  senior  year,  and  by  her 
winning  smile  and  happy  disposition  has  made  many  friends.  Possessor  of  some  pretty 
black  "go-get-'em"  eyes.    Survived  Physiology. 

151.  LEON  JACKSON — When  there's  mischief  brewing,  Leon's  there.  Has  an  intimate 
acquaintance  with  Mr.  Buck  and  Mr.  Dirks. 

152.  HARRIET  JAEHNE— Full  of  fun  and  mischief.  Sister  of  Fred,  '20.  Has  many 
friends.  Possesses  a  mass  of  beautiful  golden  curls.  An  ardent  basket  ball  supporter. 
Senior  secretary;  H.  S.  G.  C;  Junior  Drama  League;  Therapon. 

153.  MAURINE  JACQUITH— Good  looking?  You  bet  she  is.  And  her  disposition  is  as 
charming  as  her  looks.    Friend  of  Amy  Graham.     Therapon  Club. 

154.  BEATRICE  JEFFERS— Originator  of  the  famous  Royal  Rooter  Kazooists.  A 
graceful  little  blonde,  possessor  of  lovely  curly  hair  and  an  enviable  complexion.  Active 
in  everything  that  concerns  Shortridge,  and  especially  the  class  of  '21.  Therapon  Club, 
Fiction  Club. 

155.  EDITH  JENKINS— A  very  sweet,  quiet  girl  who  is  interested  in  girls'  athletics. 
Volley  ball,  hockey  and  basket  ball. 

156.  MARGARET  JENKINS— Vice-president  of  the  Fiction  Club.  Stars  in  English. 
Won  the  first  prize  in  the  1920  Christmas  Echo  Story  Contest.  Writes  stories  that  malte 
all  of  her  many  friends  proud  to  know  her.  A  very  pretty  girl  who  has  a  lovely  dispo- 
sition.  Therapon.   A  member  of  the  Girl  Reserves.    Second  prize  for  Annual  story. 

157.  HELEN  MURPHY— Came  to  us  in  her  senior  year  from  Champaign,  Illinois.  A 
splendid  and  attractive  girl.  Loves  to  read  good  books  and  has  a  great  deal  of  literary 
ability.   Stars  in  English.   A  member  of  the  Girls'  Liscussion  Hour. 

158.  JAMES  JOBES— Debating  star  of  '20  and  vice-president  of  Debating  Club.  Regi- 
mental sergeant  major  of  Cadet  Corps  in  its  first  year.  Member  of  the  "Royal  Rooters"; 
even  goes  so  far  as  to  bring  his  two  kid  sisters  to  the  basket  ball  game. 

159.  MYRTLE  JOHNSON— Myrtle  is  no  exception  to  the  rule,  that  "still  water  flows 
deep."  However,  every  stream  has  shallow  places,  and  when  she  comes  to  these,  she 
smiles. 

160.  MARTHA  JOLLIFFE— One  of  our  very  good  looking  Seniors  and  a  mighty  fine  girl. 
Naturally  has  a  host  of  friends  because  of  her  charming  and  unassuming  manner.  Occu- 
pied an  important  place  in  the  Commercial  Department.     Therapon. 


161.  WILLIAM  JONES— Speed,  pep,  and  vigor— that's  William  in  a  nutshell.  A  special 
feature  with  the  ladies. 

162.  EDGAR  JOSEPH — "Mockey"  almost  won  a  wager  once!  He  and  Dick  were  pro- 
gressing famously  with  their  nice,  long  whiskers,  'til  Mr.  Dirks  announced  "no  shave,  no 
school."   Lots  of  fun. 

163.  DOROTHY  KAUFFMAN — Pretty;  dark  hair  and  eyes;  one  of  the  small  members  of 
the  class.    Jolly.    Interested  in  Purdue.    Therapon. 

164.  HELEN  KEEHN— Shadow  of  Margaret  Stowers.  Worships  science.  A  clever, 
original  girl,  and  a  true  Shortridger  in  every  sense  of  the  word.  Therapon  Club,  Math- 
ematics Club,  Camera  Club. 

165.  LORETTA  KELLER— Stars  when  she  studies.  Has  a  memory  by  actual  measure- 
ment three-eights  of  an  Inch  long.    Believes  in  walking— but  not  alone. 

166.  FLORENCE  KESSLER— A  leaf  from  the  Shortridge  fashion  book.  Is  quite  popular. 
A  lovable  girl,  possessing  a  iriendly  disposition.    Senior  play  committee. 

167.  MARJORIE  KETCHAM — ^A  very  sweet,  splendid  girl.  Appreciates  good  books. 
The  possessor  of  two  enviable  dimples.    Junior  Drama  League.    Therapon. 

168.  GERALD  KILEY— Erstwhile  Major  of  the  Shortridge  R.  O.  T.  C.  Gerald  came  to  us 
from  Tech  in  his  Senior  year.    Fashion  plate,  with  wavy,  patent  leather  hair. 

169.  HARRY  KIMHER— Friday's  Echo  editor.  Senator  Beckham  in  the  Senate,  and 
Judge  of  annual  Senate  trial.    Doris  taught  him  not  to  be  a  woman  hater. 

170.  ELEANOR  KING — An  enviable,  sweet  disposition.  Lots  of  friends.  Eleanor  always 
makes  a  brilliant  recitation.  Tuesday  Echo;  Annual  staff;  secretary  of  G.  D.  H.; 
Therapon.   Vice-president,  once,  of  "Story  Tellers." 

171.  PAUL  KNIGHT— Quiet  and  dignified.  Always  delivers  the  goods  in  his  work  and 
in  his  play.    Plays  saxophone. 

172.  RUTH  KRIEGER — ^A  sweet  girl  who  always  has  a  cheerful  smile  for  every  one. 
Was  once  known  to  be  almost  cross. 

173.  LEO  KURZROCK— One  of  the  fellows.  Not  so  much  for  the  ladies,  but  a  top- 
notcher  among  his  masculine  friends.  Member  of  Senate  and  Shapespearian  Club.  A 
good  chess  player.     Honor  Roll. 

174.  CELESTINE  I.ABAT— Celestine  is  the  lovable  little  senior  who  speaks  French 
as  well  as  English.  We  are  sorry  to  lose  her. 

175.  HAZEL  LATTA — A  good-looking,  dark-haired  young  lady  who  specialized  in  the 
Commercial  Department.   Has  "rare"  eyes. 

176.  ROBERT  LAKIN— Musician  under  Mr.  Osbon.  Aspires  to  reputation  of  J.  Ham 
Lewis.   Likable.   Good  student. 

177.  DOROTHY  LAMBERT — One  of  our  Titian-haired  young  ladies.  Always  seen  in 
company  with  Dorothy  Voshell. 

178.  WYANT  LAYCOCK— Was  president  of  Shortridge  Senate  for  several  terras.  Ability 
along  Demosthenic  lines.  Friend  of  many  of  those  who  haunt  the  sacred  recesses  of 
Room  37. 

179.  BETTY  LEE— A  la  Bebe  Daniels  Black  shoes,  dress,  and  hair,  that's  Betty's  usual 
costume.     Ask  Otis  Bradway;   he  knows. 

180.  KATHARINE  LENNOX— Sister  of  Dick,  '19.  "Kay"  is  one  of  the  prettiest  and 
most  popular  girls  in  the  class.  Is  full  of  fun,  and  has  a  dimpled  smile  for  everyone. 
Blushes  adorably.    Therapon.    Ex-president  of  Discussion  Hour.    Annual  Art  staff. 


181.  RACHEL  LEOPARD— A  most  charming  girl  with  a  host  of  friends.  Chemistry 
star,  especially  in  the  second  semester  with  Mr.  Wade.    Therapon. 

182.  GERTRUDE  LEWIS — She  is  the  envy  of  the  class  in  possessing  a  pleasing,  charm- 
ing manner.  Good  in  French,  and  stars  in  most  of  her  classes.  Popular  with  all 
who  know  her. 

183.  JOSEPHINE  LIKELY— Has  lots  of  "pep."  and  red  hair  to  go  with  it.  Good  looking, 
good  dancer,  good  student,  and  drives  a  Ford  that  is  a  Mooresville  terror.    Senior  Play. 

184.  AGNES  LINDAMOOD — One  of  our  Greek  stars  and  a  devotee  of  Miss  Marthens. 
Always  cheerful.    A  girl  who  is  well  liked  by  all  her  classmates. 

185.  LUCY  LINDLEY — ^A  cute  little  blonde  with  bobbed  hair  and  lots  of  pep.  Guaran- 
teed to  make  more  witty  remarks  and  comments  per  minute  than  any  other  lady  of 
the  class  of  '21. 

186.  VIRGINIA  LINDSTROM— Member  of  Fiction  Club,  Therapon  Club,  and  Senate. 
Tennis  player  of  quality,  and  likes  watching  basket  ball  games.  Stood  high  scholas- 
tically.     Loyal  Shortridger  in  every  respect. 

187.  JOHN  B.  LITTLE— "Johnny"  has  made  good  with  everybody,  including  M.  T.  and 
the  ladies.  His  star  shines  brightest  as  a  Math  student,  especially  in  Trig.  Tip-top 
dancer  and  general  society  chap.    First  Lieutenant  in  R.   0.  T.  C. 

188.  DALE  LIVENGOOD — Dale  has  one  of  these  "after  me,  Oswald"  strides!  A  mighty 
good  sport,  though.    Often  seen  in  the  North  street  corridor. 

189.  LYNNE  LOTICK — High  pacer  in  track  squad.  Only  representative  from  Short- 
ridge  in  State  track  meet  in  1920.  Football  squad.  Promising  artist  and  well  developed 
athlete. 

190.  GRANVILLE  LUTEN — A  rare  fellow  with  an  acute  sense  of  humor  and  a 
Lincoln-like  drawl.  As  brilliant  as  he  is  tall;  and  he  pierces  the  ozone  for  something 
like  six  feet. 

191.  DORIS  LYNN — One  of  the  charming  members  of  the  firm  of  Lynn  and  McKee. 
Staunch  disbeliever  in  evolution.  Therapon.  Basket  ball  and  music  enthusiast.  Likes 
Harry. 

192.  EDITH  McALPIN— Edith's  one  of  Shortridge's  liveliest  "pep-bombs"!  Well 
acquainted  with  every  one  in  school.  Been  down  here  long  enough  to  own  stock  in 
the  place. 

193.  BERNICE  McBROOM— A  pretty,  well-behaved  young  lady.  Does  beautiful  work  in 
the  Art  Department.    Annual  Art  staff.     Therapon. 

194.  JEANNETTE  McCARTY— Leave  it  to  Jane!  Came  to  us  from  Urbana,  Illinois,  in 
her  Sophomore  year.    Fond  of  Philadelphia.    A  good  friend  and  a  true  Shortridger. 

195.  KATHLEEN  McCLURE— Kathleen  is  the  stylish  Senior  who  is  noted  for  her  coif- 
fure.    Sister  of  Cubena.     "Enough  said." 

196.  LOUISE  McCORMICK— Stars  in  Math;  also  an  Astronomy  enthusiast  A  friend  of 
Mr.  Gingery.  Louise  has  made  up  her  mind  to  be  a  school-marm.  A  very  sweet  girl. 
Secretary  of  Girl  Reserves.    Secretary  of  Math  Club.    Therapon. 

197.  DOROTHY  E.  McCULLOUGH— Vice-president  of  our  class.  Literary  staff  of  the 
Annual  and  first  on  the  Honor  Roll.  Also  president  of  the  Press  Club  and  secretary  of 
the  Fiction  Club.  Has  been  vice-president  of  the  Senate  and  president  of  the  Math 
Club.  Therapon.  Possesses  the  ability  to  star  in  everything  she  undertakes.  Full  of 
fun.    One  of  the  finest,  best  loved  and  most  popular  girls  in  Shortridge. 

198.  HELEN  McGAHEY— A  merry  little  colleen— a  breath  of  the  Auld  Counthry.  Helen 
is  a  shining  light  of  the  Commercial  Department. 

199.  JUNE  McKEE — A  Science  star  of  the  first  rank.  Possesses  a  sweet  smile  and  a 
very  pleasing  personality.    She  and  Doris  Lynn  are  never  seen  apart. 

200.  ROBERT  McKEE — An  excellent  student  and  fellow,  especially  in  History  and 
Vergil.  But  his  interests  al^^o  lie  some  place  else.  He  is  intending  to  enter  Indiana  next 
fall. 


201  VALLOROUS  McLEAY— President  of  the  class  of  '21  and  captain  of  the  Blue  and 
White  basket  five.  Most  popular  fellow  in  school.  Everybody  likes  Val— especially 
sundry  of  the  fairer  sex.  Main-spring  of  Shortridge  athletics.  A  happy  combination  of 
officer,  athlete,  gentleman,  friend. 

202.  CORNELIA  MARSHALL — One  of  our  prettiest,  sweetest  and  most  attractive  Senior 
girls.  Possesses  lovely,  dark  brown  eyes  and  golden  hair.  A  splendid  artist.  Very 
popular. 

203.  MAFALDA  MARTIN— The  peer  of  any  girl  hardwood  court  artist  in  any  of  the 
three  high  schools.  Led  her  team  to  the  championship  in  basket  ball,  and  also  plays  a 
bang-up  game  at  hockey  or  volley  ball.    Very  modest  about  her  accomplishments. 

204.  NOLA  MARTIN— A  pretty,  demure  miss  with  a  pair  of  "jazzy"  eyes.  Has  a  charm 
for  winning  friends.    Known  for  her  musical  ability  and  sweet  disposition. 

205.  ELIZABETH  MABTZ — ^A  dark-haired,  quiet  but  popular  girl  who  is  a  charming 
friend.  She  is  a  good  dancer  and  an  excellent  student.  Ask  her  what  she  is  most  inter- 
ested in.  A  close  friend  of  Loretta  Keller,  Jeanette  Nunamaker,  and  Margaret  Hale. 
Therapon. 

206.  ISABELLA  MATTHEWS — Small,  peppy  and  a  good  dancer.  She  is  seen  wherever 
you  find  Dot  O'Brien.    Always  in  for  a  good  time  and  popular  at  dances. 

207.  MARGARET  MATTHEWS— Better  known  as  "Peggy."  Appears  rather  shy  at 
first  but  when  you  know  her — oh,  mercy!  Has  a  decided  interest  in  Purdue,  which  is 
frequently  responsible  for  her  loss  of  appetite.  Expects  to  attend  that  college  next  year. 
Therapon. 

208.  CHRISTENA  MAURER — Christena  is  a  sure  cure  for  the  blues  because  of  her 
jolly  disposition.     Has  two  very  mischievous  dimples.     Chum  of  Zelma  Smith. 

209.  MARY  MEDDERS— Mary  is  a  History  star  and  human  dictionary.  She  is  planning 
to  utilize  these  assets  by  some  day  becoming  a  teacher. 

210.  CAROLYN  MEIKEL— A  pretty  girl  who  came  from  Tech  in  her  senior  year.  A 
splendid   dancer  and  a  good  student. 

211.  THEODORE  SIDNEY  MEDIAS— Thursday's  Echo,  Annual  literary  staff,  and 
Debating  team.  Was  president  of  Physiography  Club  and  vice-president  of  the  Story- 
Tellers'  Club.  Has  remarkable  ability  to  get  A-plusses.  A  booster  of  everything  worth 
while.    Most  clever. 

212.  BEATRICE  MEYER— A  splendid  student  and  a  member  of  the  Therapon  Club. 
Very  sweet,  and  just  as  friendly  as  she  can  be.    Generous  and  dependable. 

213.  WILLIAM  MILES — Among  the  famous  ones  in  the  study  hall  the  seventh  period. 
Loves  to  tease  Miss  Denny.    A  good  friend  of  Paul  Pontius. 

214.  GEORGE  MILLER— Scientist,  student,  and  philosopher,  that's  George  in  a  nutshell. 
During  his  hours  as  Chem.  assistant,  he  works  on  a  way  to  evaporate  light  and  obtain 
a  temperature  lower  than  absolute  zero. 

215.  MARY  MARGARET  MILLER— An  all-round,  jolly,  good  girl.  She  is  a  Virgil  and 
French  star,  and  always  stand  in  well  with  the  teachers.  Likes  "Taylored"  things.  We 
ask  the  gentle  reader  to  notice  that  "Mary"  rhymes  with  airy,  fairy,  dary,  and  wary. 
Has  a  very  fascinating  blush.     Therapon. 

216.  CHARLES  MITCHELL— An  all-round  athlete  who  stars  in  the  classrooms  also. 
Charles  participated  in  track  and  basket  ball,  and  was  captain  of  the  '20  football  team. 
Always  has  a  joke  to  tell. 

217.  ELSIE  MITCHELL— If  it's  fun  you  want,  Elsie  is  the  girl.  Full  of  life  and  laughs. 
Quite  a  little  dancer. 

218.  MARIE  MOON— Just  as  sweet  as  she  is  pretty.  Has  a  host  of  friends.  Is  often 
accused  of  being  a  "B.  V."  Is  still  very  fond  of  "dolls."  Finished  her  course  in  Febru- 
ary and  entered  Indiana  University.   Therapon. 

219.  LILLIAN  MOORE— She  is  quiet  but  always  on  the  lookout.  An  excellent  art  stu- 
dent. It  is  said  that  she  professes  to  be  a  man-hater  but  we're  not  so  sure.  An  all- 
round  Shortridger.     Therapon. 

220.  NICHOLAS  MOORE — Very  much  interested  in  newspaper  work  and  writes  the 
school  notes  for  the  "Star."  Coming  from  the  "Windy  City,"  he  has  stirred  up  quite  a 
dust  in  Indianapolis.    A  loyal  Shortridger  and  a  credit  to  us. 


221.  META  MORRIS— One  of  our  true  blue  Shortridgers.  Full  of  fun  and  always  ready 
for  a  good  time.    A  good  student.    Therapon. 

222.  FRED  MUELLER — In  his  junior  year  he  deserted  Manual  for  Shortridge's  halls  of 
fame.    Wireless  bug.    Son  of  our  esteemed  History  instructor.    Fine  fellow. 

223.  ELEANOR  MUELLER — Secretary  of  our  class  in  its  Junior  year.  A  member  of 
the  Therapon  Club,  the  Junior  Drama  League,  and  the  Girls'  Discussion  Hour.  A  fine 
student.    Has  lots  of  vivacity  and  charm. 

224.  KATHERINE  MULLIS— One  of  our  popular  Shortridge  girls.  A  good  dancer; 
sweet  disposition;   extremely  good-looking. 

225.  KATHERINE  MURBARGER— One  of  our  scientific  stars  who  took  Chem.  Ill,  and 
is  an  ardent  admirer  of  Mr.  Kuebler.  Popular  with  both  sexes.  She  has  a  wonderful 
disposition  and  is  a  good  student. 

226.  CLEON  BURGER — A  prospectitve  member  of  the  "red-head  club."  One  of  the 
"town  cut-ups"  in  M.  T.   A  live  wire. 

227.  VIOLET  MUSE— An  admirer  of  Miss  Brayton,  Miss  O'Hair,  Miss  "Mac,"  in  fact 
all  of  them.  She  is  quite  literary  and  we  expect  great  things  from  her  some  day.  Was 
a  successful  contributor  to  the  Christmas  Echo.  Ask  her  why  she  has  a  keen  interest 
in  France.    Therapon.    Winner  of  two  Annual  prices — best  story  and  best  poem. 

228.  RUTH  MYERS— Some  people  have  brains;  some  have  beauty;  some  have  both 
brains  and  beauty.    Ruth  is  a  bright  star  in  Commercial  work. 

229.  RALPH  NELSON — A  hard-working  student,  highly  recommended  by  all  of  his 
teachers.  One  of  the  sensible  boys  of  school.  Has  a  genuine,  sunburnt  complexion,  and 
a  fascinating  smile  which  lights  up — not  too  frequently — his  face. 

230.  HENRY  NESTER — Boys'  Debating  Club.  Shows  promising  talent  In  all  lines  of 
art.  An  earnest  worker,  and  a  fine  student — one  who  has  done  much  to  make  Short- 
ridge what  she  is. 

231.  CLARENCE  NICHOLS — The  funniest  boy  in  school!  A  born  wit  and  a  regular 
fellow!     Invariably  seen  with  Margaret  Welsh.    Answers  promptly  to  "Honey." 

232.  JAMES  NICHOLS— Brings  honor  to  S.  H.  S.  by  running.  On  state  track  team. 
Also  excellent  golf-player.    Breaks  three  clubs  per  hole. 

233.  JEANNETTE  NUNAJMAKER— A  happy,  vivacious  little  miss  with  a  pleasant  word 
and  a  smile  for  everyone.  No  Shortridge  affair  is  complete  without  Jeanette.  An  active 
member  of  the  Therapon  Club,  Girls'  Discussion  Hour,  Shakespearian  Club,  and  Junior 
Drama  League. 

234.  DOROTHY  O'BRIEN— Very  popular  with  both  sexes.  Everybody  knows  her; 
everybody  likes  her.    Can  she  dance?    We'll  say  she  can! 

235.  ELIZABETH  O'HARA— Betty  is  a  peach  of  a  girl!  She's  a  pretty,  blue-eyed  Irish 
colleen,  who  has  ever  been  a  delightful  combination  of  comedy  and  tragedy.  A  Greek 
and  Latin  star.    Therapon  Club. 

236.  GEORGIA  OSBORN — Those  who  have  had  the  pleasure  of  knowing  Georgia  have 
found  her  endowed  with  the  sweetest  disposition  imaginable.  A  good  student  and  a  loyal 
booster  of  basket  ball  and  football. 

237.  ROBERT  PARKE!R— Bob  has  raced  his  way  through  the  classics  at  an  A  -H  gait. 
Fine  personality.  An  earnest  worker;  sincere,  unassuming,  democratic  in  every  way. 
One  who  will  always  carry  high  the  standard  of  Shortridge  and  the  class  of  '21. 

238.  MAE  PARSLEY— A  shy,  pretty,  little  girl  with  dreamy  eyes  and  ripply,  blonde 
hair.  Very  modest  and  shrinking,  but  adds  savor  to  any  gathering,  just  like  her  vege- 
table namesake. 

239.  NORA  PATTON— A  pleasant  young  lady  who  possesses  unusual  musical  ability. 
Splendid  Commercial  student  and  a  quiet,  popular  Senior. 

240.  ELEENE  PEGG — A  pretty,  attractive  girl.  Has  a  very  charming  personality.  In- 
terested in  athletics.    Friend  of  Ruth  Thomas. 


241.  ALBERTA  PELLETE — "BRICKEY"  is  a  winsome  lass  whose  complexion  and  hair 
are  the  envy  of  all  her  girl  friends.  Interested  in  art.  Is  very  fond  of  all  athletics  and 
Lynne.    Junior  Drama  League.    Art  staff  of  the  Annual.    Therapon. 

242.  FLORENCE  PERKINS — One  usually  thinks  of  Florence  as  "Miss  Perkins."  One 
of  our  dignified  Seniors  who  liked  Chemistry  and  starred  in  it. 

243.  CLEMENTINE  PHARES— Although  Clementine  has  been  in  Shortridge  only  a  year, 
she  has  made  quite  a  number  of  friends.  A  prominent  member  of  the  Junior  Drama 
League.     Talented  in  Expression. 

244.  LARO  PIERCE — Star  in  politics.  Ran  for  junior  vice-presidencey  under  cognomen 
of  "Sahara."   Dandy  fellow.  Lieut.,  R.  O.  T.  C.   Went  to  Camp  Custer. 

245.  KENDALL  PIERSON— One  of  the  quiet  sort  of  fellows  who  means  business. 
Biology  assistant  and  "buddie"  of  Hillis  Howie. 

246.  DOROTHY  POINDEXTER— One  of  our  most  interesting  girls  and  most  enthusi- 
astic gymnasts;  always  seems  to  have  up  her  sleeve  a  plan  for  a  good  time.  Vice- 
president  of  the  Physiography  Club.  All-star  basket  ball  team,  '21.  All-star  hockey 
team,  '20.    Girls'  Rifle  Corps. 

247.  VIVIAN  POLLARD — Possesses  stick-to-itiveness  enough  for  two,  as  well  as  lots  of 
common  sense.  A  very  attractive  girl  with  many  friends.  A  girl  glowing  with  health; 
delights  in  helping  around  the  house. 

248.  PAUL  PONTIUS — A  corking  good  fellow.  One  of  the  creditable  veterans  of  Short- 
ridge. Popular  with  all. 

249.  ELLA  POPE — "Shorty"  liked  S.  H.  S.  so  well  that  she  came  back  to  spend  her 
Senior  year  with  us  after  quite  a  long  absence.  A  cute  little  girl  whose  good  looks 
and  personality  seem  to  captivate  many  of  the  sterner  sex. 

250.  DOROTHY  POWELL— A  beautiful  girl  of  the  Gibson  type.  Ran  a  mighty  close 
race  for  vice-presidency.    Just  as  popular  as  her  well-known  brother,  Maurie. 

251.  ALAN  POWER — Does  he  like  the  ladies?  Oh,  boy!  You  bet  he  does.  Popular  with 
the  boys,  too.    A  prominent  member  of  the  Wireless  Club. 

252.  SARAH  PRENTISS— A  pretty  bobbed-haired  miss  who  possesses  one  of  those 
much-envied,  musical — is  it  eastuhn  or  suthuhn? — accents.  Close  friend  of  Helen 
Gandall.    Forsook  Tudor  for  Shortridge. 

2r)3.  LOUIS  RAINIER — The  boy  who  is  easily  fussod.  Has  the  failing  for  saying  funny 
things  when  he  doesn't  intend  to.    Basket  ball  league  team.    Debating  Club. 

254.  RUTH  FOSTER  RANKIN— A  pretty  girl  whose  sweet  disposition  has  won  her 
many  friends.  One  of  the  literary  lights  at  Shortridge.  Made  high  school  in  three  years. 
Friday's  Echo;  Annual  staff;  Fiction  Club;  Art  Appreciation  Club;   Therapon. 

255.  BERNICE  RATCLIFFE— Commercial  star.  Bernice  is  reserved  and  dignified  in 
her  classes  but  enjoys  a  good  time  outside  of  school.  An  enthusiastic  basket  ball  and 
football  fan.    Well  liked  by  all  her  fellow-students.     Therapon. 

256.  SILAS  REAGAN — Some  live  wire!  Did  anyone  ever  know  Si  when  he  didn't  have 
something  to  do?  Has  lots  of  business  ability.  One  of  the  most  popular  fellows  in  the 
class.    Honor  Roll.    Cincinnati  debating  team.    Senior  play. 

257.  ELEANOR  REESE— A  pretty  little  girl  with  extremely  mischievous  brown  eyes. 
Always  ready  for  a  dance  and  a  good  time.    Always  seen  with  Ella  Pope. 

258.  WILMA  REESE— An  accomplished  musician.  Played  first  violin  in  the  orchestra. 
Wilma  is  quite  proficient  in  helping  certain  young  men  with  their  studies.  Therapon, 
Junior  Drama  League,  Art  Appreciation  Club. 

259.  FRANCIS  KATHRYN  REID— Often  seen  with  Gertrude  Lewis.  Hails  from  School 
No.  50.    Interested  in  school  activities.   An  attractive  blonde. 

260.  ROBERT  RENICK— Bob  is  a  fellow  of  unusual  capabilities.  Steady  and  sure  in 
his  studies  and  popular  with  the  ladies.  Active  in  social  life,  in  and  out  of  school.  A 
gentleman. 


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261.  FRED  RICHARDS — The  boy  of  basketball  fame.  Was  made  famous  by  his  under- 
the-basket  shots.    Also  a  good  student. 

262.  HENRY  RICHARDSON— Henry  came  to  Shortrid£e  in  his  senior  year.  If.  in 
Law  School,  he  lives  up  to  the  reputation  which  he  made  in  high  school,  we  are 
sure  that  he  will  succeed. 

263.  LUCILLE  RIGGS — After  knowing  Lucile  we  are  firm  believers  in  the  old  adage 
"Good  goods  is  done  up  in  small  packages."    A  close  friend  of  Katherine  Seibert. 

264.  MARY  EVALYN  RILEY— Mary  Evalyn  is  noted  for  her  collection  of  frat  pins. 
"A  new  one,  every  year"  is  her  motto.    Well-known,  well-liked,  and  "well-dispositioned." 

265.  EONLYN  ROBERTS — ^A  happy  combination  of  humor  and  wisdom.  Stars  in  com- 
mercial lines.  A  lively  little  brunette  with  lots  of  "pep."  Junior  Drama  League;  Com- 
mercial Club. 

266.  PAULINE  ROBERTS— A  bewitching  little  girl  with  mischevious  brown  eyes  and  a 
wonderful  smile  which  has  won  her  a  host  of  friends.  The  merriest  lass  in  school! 
Commercial  student.    Drama  League. 

267.  MARIE  ROBINIUS — Very  pretty  and  sweet,  and  a  good  student.  Likes  to  argue  and 
never  gets  angry. 

268.  GEORGIANA  ROCKWELL— Often  seen  driving  about  in  her  Ford  coupe.  Rather 
quiet.  Possessor  of  a  very  lovable  disposition.  Has  many  friends,  the  chief  of  whom 
is  Georgia  Osborn. 

269.  ALTA  RONEY— Alta  is  the  girl  who  never  stops  smiling.  A  regular  potter.  We 
think  she  is  very  fond  of  English  as  she  has  ten  credits  in  that  subject. 

270.  LOUISE  RUNDELL— A  real  Shortridger.  Quite  interested  in  Science  as  she  had 
the  courage  to  tackle  Chem.  III.  Louise  has  left  S.  H.  S.  for  the  South  several  times, 
but  she  just  couldn't  stay  away. 

271.  BYRON  RUST — "Rusty's"  right  there  when  it  comes  to  having  a  good  time.  Knows 
what  he  wants  and  gets  it.  One  of  the  big  men  of  the  Senior  class.  One  of  the  "hottest" 
saxophone  players  in  the  band.   Orchestra. 

272.  BEATRICE  RUTHART— "Bee"  enjoys  life.  A  tall,  brown-eyed  coquette  who  danceS 
her  way  through  school. 

273.  BANJAMIN  SAGAXX)WSKY— One  more  of  the  famous  tennis  and  basket  ball  play- 
ing Sagalowskys.  Extremely  modest,  reserved,  and  studious.  Long  sideburns,  and  black, 
wavy  hair. 

274.  SARAH  SAGALOWSKY— The  girl  who  makes  everyone  laugh.  Can  she  dance,  can 
she  play  tennis,  can  she  make  friends,  is  she  witty?  Well,  we'll  say!  Champion  tennis 
player  of  '21. 

275.  HORTENSE  ST.  LORENZ— Hortense  is  the  kind  of  a  little  girl  we  all  love  to  know, 
besides  being  a  shining  star  in  all  subjects.    Is  on  the  Honor  Roll  of  Room  7.    Therapon. 

276.  BEATRICE  SATTINGER— One  of  the  first  Shortridgers  to  have  her  hair  bobbed, 
a  la  Greenwich  Village.  Ravenswood  lost  one  of  its  loyal  subjects,  and  Shortridge  lost 
an  attractive  and  well-liked  girl  when  "Bea"  went  to  Toledo  last  term. 

277.  PAUL  SCHALLER— Proprietor  of  the  famous  "Schaller  Ford."  Likes  the  ladies. 
Red-headed  but  good-natured.    A  good  mixer. 

278.  MARGARET  SCHOENER— Peggy  is  not  so  quiet  as  many  people  think  she  is.  Has 
a  never-failing  ability  for  acquiring  perfect  marks.  Possesses  big,  brown  eyes  like  those 
one  reads  about  in  novels. 

279.  GEORGE  SCHUMACHER— George  is  well  liked  by  the  many  who  know  him.  A 
good  violinist  and  a  first-class  student.  Custer  man  who  wears  three  silver  buttons  on 
his  military  shirt.     Business  manager  of  Senior  Play. 

280.  DAISY  SCHULZ— Art  editor  of  the  Annual;  president  of  the  Girls'  Discussion 
Hour;  Therapon.  Stars  in  everything,  and  is  one  of  the  most  popular  workers  in 
the  school.    A  splendid  speaker  and  an  unusually  lovely  girl.     Very  pretty. 


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281.  CATHARINE  SEIBERT — "Then  since  the  color  of  her  hair  is  England's  cruel  red." 
Likes  Chemistry,  and  especially  "the  instructor."   Tall,  beautiful.    Popular,  we'll  say. 

282.  ALLEN  SELLS — One  of  our  good  looking  boys  who  blushes  beautifully.  Noted  for 
his  brilliant  remarks  in  class.  Physiography  Club,  Wireless.  Interested  in  circuses  and 
monkeys.    Geology  student. 

283.  IRENE  SEUEI^Cousin  of  Gladys  Sudbrock.  '20.  Tall  and  very  good  looking. 
Popular  with  both  boys  and  girls.  Has  quite  an  interest  in  Culver  and  its  affairs. 
French  star.     Therapon. 

284.  FRANCES  SHEARMAN— One  of  our  budding  artists  who  is  always  well  represented 
in  every  artistic  enterprise.  Popular  with  all.  Possesses  a  winning  smile  and  bobbed 
hair. 

285.  ELSIE  SHELLEY — As  pretty  and  sweet  a  young  lady  as  you  will  see.  Golden  hair 
and  charming  blue  eyes.  Also  something  of  an  artist  as  her  "Toots  and  Casper"  pictures 
show.    Math  Club,  Therapon. 

286.  MARGUERITE  SHERWOOD— A  dear,  pretty  little  person  with  auburn  hair.  Mar- 
guerite likes  to  dance  better  than  anything  else.  A  student?  Perish  the  thought. 
Physiography  Club. 

287.  VIRGINIA  SHOWALTER— Came  from  Hyde  Park  High  of  Chicago  in  her  Junior 
year.    When  we  asked  her  what  she  ever  did  she  said,  "Nothing."    Cute  'n'  pretty. 

288.  ALBERT  SHUMAKER— Latin  and  English  star.  Has  a  real  Shortridge  "fighting" 
spirit.    If  the  admiration  of  his  classmates  counts  for  anything  Al  is  a  success. 

289.  EDNA  SIMPSON — A  cute  little  girl  who  boasts  of  many  A-pluses.  Member  of 
Therapon  Club. 

290.  BERTHA  SIMS— Jolly!  We'll  say  she  is.  Tiny?  Well,  she  is  Sadie's  sister. 
Knows  all  about  jewelry.     One  of  Mrs.  Bowles's  standbys. 

291.  VIRGINIA  SINES— One  of  the  smallest  girls  in  the  class  and  one  of  the  best- 
looking.     Virginia  always  has  a  crowd  of  admirers  wherever  she  goes. 

292.  CARROLL  SIPE — Contagious  smile.  Friend  of  the  faculty.  Commercial  student. 
Likes  to  talk  with  Miss  Denny.  Will  be  remembered  by  his  courteous  manner  on  all 
occasions. 

293.  PERLE  SMALL — Is  going  to  make  a  good  business  man,  although  he  aspires  to  be 
a  short-story  writer.  Likes  Chaucer.  "Perle,"  a  young  lady  once  remarked,  "has  an  old 
look  for  his  age." 

294.  COMBIE  SMITH— Everybody  knows  him.  Not  quiet;  neither  is  he  loud.  "There" 
every  time.     Greek  and  Latin  constellation.     Likes  the  ladies.     Good  student. 

295.  HUNTER  SMITH— Popularly  known  as  Doc.  Takes  great  pleasure  in  carrying 
around  twenty-dollar  checks  and  then  returning  them  to  his  Pater.  Knows  all  about 
sunny  California,  where  he  spent  last  summer. 

296.  KENNETH  SMITH — Fascinating  eyes  and  a  smile  that  won't  rub  off.  A  veteran  of 
the  baseball  team  and  a  catcher  of  smiles  as  well  as  balls. 

297.  LA  VERGNE  SMITH — Story  Tellers'  Club;  Girls'  Discussion  Hour;  Physiography 
Club,  Commercial  Club;  Therapon.  An  excellent  student  who  made  her  course  in  two 
and  one-half  years.  La  Vergne  is  a  lovely  girl  with  high  ideals  and  aims  and  has  good 
prospects  for  reaching  them.  Second  on  the  Honor  Roll.  Made  it  in  two  and  a  half 
years. 

298.  MABEL  SMITH— A  nice,  quiet,  smallish  red-headed  girl.  Sister  of  Temple,  the 
football  star.    An  absolute  Shortridger  in  every  sense  of  the  word. 

299.  TEMPLE  SMITH— Has  reputation  of  being  the  best  baseball  man  in  school. 
Played  shortstop  on  baseball  team  and  made  another  record  as  quarter  on  football 
team.   Fond  of  all  athletics.    In  addition  is  a  fine  fellow. 

300.  THOMAS  S.MITH— A  Tuesday  Echo  scribe.  Attended  two  other  high  schools  before 
he  finally  selected  Shortridge.  ClPims  to  be  the  discoverer  of  the  fact  that  the  earth 
revolves  around  the  sun.    Full  of  fun. 


301.  WALTER  SMITH — "A  peach  of  a  fellow,"  as  some  would  say.  Popular  with 
the  boys  of  the  class  and  also  high  in  the  estimation  of  one  girl,  especially.  If  you 
don't  believe  it,  ask  Betty. 

302.  ZELMA  SMITH— Tall  and  good  looking.  Is  the  possessor  of  golden  hair  and  a 
wonderful  complexion — 'n  it's  all  her  own!  Devotee  of  basket  ball — guess  the  reason! 
Therapon. 

303.  KENNIE  SOLAR — A  cute  little  thing  with  chinky  eyes,  charming  smile,  and  puz- 
zling coiffure.   Great  dancer  and  star  student.    Peppy  and  lots  of  fun. 

304.  FLORENCE  SOLOMON— One  of  the  most  popular  girls  in  the  class,  especially 
with  the  stronger  sex.  Classy  dresser  and  owner  of  a  service-worn  electric.  Member 
of  spelling  class. 

305.  LOWELL  SPARLING — From  St.  Louis,  Mo.,  but  doesn't  leave  it  to  others  to  set 
the  pace.  Rather  tall  and  good  looking,  and  booster  of  all  of  Miss  O'Hair's  charity 
drives. 

306.  CHARLES  GLENN  STEWART— Well  known  and  liked  by  all  who  know  him.  A 
good  student  and  not  a  bad  athlete. 

307.  GAYLORD  STEWART — "Gay"  is  a  boy  with  a  happy  disposition.  Member  of 
various  clubs.  Only  thing  that  kept  Gaylord  from  being  a  star  track  man  was  his 
abbreviated  height.    Business  manager  of  Annual.    Wonderfully  capable. 

308.  THELMA  STOCKMAN — Ghosts  of  budding  genius!  Thelma  won  first  prize  in 
both  the  Floral  Telegraph  and  National  Guard  poster  contests.  Has  black  hair,  brown 
eyes  and  a  bewitching  smile.  Therapon. 

309.  JACK  STREET — The  kid  who  always  has  something  to  play  with.  A  popular 
fellow  with  lots  of  "snap."  An  English  and  a  French  star.  Very  clever  writer.  In 
Annual  contest,  his  humorous  sketch  won  first  prize. 

310.  CALEB  JACKSON  STRICKLAND— In  the  summer  Jack's  regular  "hangout"  is 
EUenberger  Park,  where  he  plays  tennis  with  all  the  pretty  girls.  Some  popular  fellow 
with  the  boys,  too.   Has  lots  of  dramatic  ability. 

311.  MARGARET  STROUD — Not  much  noise  in  a  crowd,  but  when  you  get  her  alone, 
"You'd  Be  Surprised!"  Came  to  us  from  Mooresville  in  her  junior  year.  Our  only 
regret  is  that  she  didn't  come  sooner.  Bright  and  attractive.  Won  second  prize  tor  best 
essay  in  Annual. 

312.  FRANCIS  STULL — Brought  Shortridge  honor  by  being  picked  for  the  all-state 
football  team.    Team-mate  of  James  I-ambert  and  allied  trouble-maker  in  gym  classes. 

313.  LORETTA  SWEET — A  lovable  girl,  a  good  student,  an  aspiring  individual.  Inter- 
ested in  zoology,  Shakespeare,  and  everything  worth  while. 

314.  ALBERT  SWIFT— Chief  mischief-maker  in  the  senior  company.  A  likable  boy 
with  lots  of  friends.    Full  of  pep  and  ginger. 

315.  ALICE  TALBERT— An  amiable  friend  with  a  happy  disposition.  Takes  a  great 
interest  in  all  school  activities,  including  athletics.  A  good  student.  Girls'  Discussion 
Hour.    Pretty. 

316.  ESTHER  TANDY— "She  never — but  you  oughta  see  her  now."  Great  friend  of 
Beulah  Wright,  who  attends  all  of  the  musical  affairs  to  hear  Russel  play.  Appearance 
of  a  saint. 

317.  GRACE  TAYLOR— Therapon ;  Math  Club.  An  excellent  student,  in  fact  one  of 
our  A-plussers.   Attractive  and  likable. 

318.  HEBER  TAYLOR— Known  better  as  "Hebe."  He  is  a  football,  bowling  and  golf 
bright-light,  besides  being  a  ready  hand  at  digesting  text  books. 

319.  MARGUERITE  TAYLOR— Marguerite  came  to  us  from  Albany  High  School,  the 
latter  half  of  her  junior  year.    Knows  all  about  English.    Star  in  almost  everything. 

320.  RUTH  THOMAS— A  girl  who  always  has  a  joke  and  is  sociable  with  everyone. 
Noted  for  her  curly  hair.  Likes  exciting  games,  such  as  Mississippi  Marbles,  Galloping 
Dominoes,  African  Golf,  etc. 


321.  LINDABELLE  THOMPSON — One  of  the  best-looking  and  best-known  co-eds  in 
school.  \\'e  don't  know  where  she  learned,  but  we  do  know  that  she  makes  a  good 
"Fischer." 

322.  MILDRED  THORNTON — Tall  and  good  looking.  Wonderful  dancer  and  wonderful 
girl.   Mildred  certainly  "went  big" — authough  she  came  to  Shortridge  only  last  fall. 

323.  HARRY  THURMAN— A  good-looking,  dark-haired  fellow.  He  appears  dignified 
but,  confidentially,  we  think  he  is  bashful.  Has  tried  to  be  a  woman  hater,  but  has 
failed. 

324.  ONNEY  TIERNAN — A  daughter  of  Ireland.  A  girl  possessing  unusual  persever- 
ance and  a  noble  character.  Makes  excellent  grades,  and  is  interested  in  all  of  her 
studies. 

325.  JOHN  TINDALL — Aspires  to  be  everybody's  friend  and  he  comes  very  near  suc- 
<.■'(  ding,  John  has  pulled  down  some  very  creditable  marks,  besides  being  a  splendid 
athl6te. 

326.  MERLE  TORBET— Merle  deserted  us  for  California  a  year  ago,  but  Just  had 
to  come  back  and  graduate  from  S.  H.  S.  A  former  member  of  the  Senate  and  Monday 
Echo  staff.    Personality  plus,  and  a  mighty  plucky  girl  besides. 

327.  MARGARET  TOYE— One  of  our  star  mathematicians.  Has  the  ability  to  get 
A-plusses,  something  which  we  should  all  like  to  have.  President  of  Math  Club;  presi- 
dent of  Girl  Reserves.    Therapon. 

328.  HAZEL  TRABUE — Hazel  is  not  really  as  serious  as  she  looks.  If  one  looks  closely 
he  can  find  all  sorts  of  mischief  and  fun  behind  her  large  black  optics. 

329.  DOROTHY  TROUTMAN— One  of  our  hardwood  artists.  "Dot"  can  sure  agitate 
the  meshes.  Everybody  likes  Dorothy  and  she  likes  everyone,  Including  Louis.  Friend 
of  Helen  Gwartney. 

330.  JOSEPHINE  TURNEY— A  quiet  girl  who  Is  an  excellent  student.  Sister  of  the 
famous  Katheryn.    Has  a  sweet  voice  and  an  attractive  slight  drawl.    Therapon. 

331.  LUCILE  TYNER— The  girl  who  made  blond  hair  famous.  A  very  good-looking 
young  lady  who  takes  an  interest  in  Tech  bowling.    We  wonder  why. 

332.  WILLARD  ULRICK— It  is  hard  to  say  what  Willard  does  best;  he  is  such  an 
all-round  fellow.    Member  of  the  basket  ball  squad. 

333.  KEARSLEY  URICH — Claims  one  of  the  most  unique  names  in  the  whole  school. 
President  of  the  Wireless  Club  and  lieutenant  in  the  R.  O.  T.  C.  His  firm  jaw  leads  us 
to  believe  that  a  great  future  is  in  store  for  him. 

334.  JEAN  VELSEY — A  great  big  peach,  and  lots  of  fun.  Looks  a  lot  like  her  sister 
Mary.   A  bit  of  an  artist,  "doncher  know" — and  not  at  all  rummy  either. 

335.  WARD  VICKERY — A  diminutive  basket  player  of  note.  Oodles  of  brains  and 
still  fond  of  nursery  toys. 

336.  BERTHA  WAGNER— A  jolly  girl  and  a  true  friend.  Holds  the  Shortridge 
championship  in  giggling.    Good  student. 

337.  DORRIS  WALSH — A  quiet,  dependable  girl  whose  strong  character  and  capability 
have  marked  her  way  through  Shortridge.  A  charming  personality.  Girls'  Discussion 
Hour;  Junior  Drama  League;  Therapon;  Annual  art  staff. 

338.  EDITH  WASHINGTON— Edith  is  one  of  our  standbys.  Rrfuses  to  get  low  marks 
on  her  card.   Staunch  to  the  finish.   Fine  disposition  and  good  friend. 

339.  CHARLES  WATKINS— A  senator  of  no  mean  ability.  Charles  knows  oratory 
from  A  to  Z  and  thtn  somo.  Has  the  firm,  deliberate  confidence  that  always  convinces 
an  audience.    One  of  Miss  Donnan's  many  admirers. 

340.  DOROTHY  WATKINS— Dot  is  some  kid,  we'll  tell  the  world!  A  firm  believer  in 
the  good  old  adage.  "Better  latrr  tlian  never,"  as  Mr.  Dirks  will  testify.  Never  known 
to  take  life  seriously.  Descendant  of  a  long  line  of  distinguished  Shortridge  ancestors, 
and  she  has  surely  kept  up  the  good  work. 


341.  MARGARET  WELSH— "Ask  Nick,  he  knows."  A  dandy  girl,  witty  and  clever. 
Lots  of  fun;  always  ready  for  a  good  time;  a  perfect  peach! 

342.  CLAUDIA  WEYANT — Vice-president  of  our  class  in  its  junior  year;  present 
secretary  of  the  Therapon  Club.  Loves  chemistry  and  stars  in  it.  Very  pretty  and 
very  popular.    An  excellent  student  and  a  splendid  girl. 

343.  HELEN  BEAVER — Sister  of  the  famous  Horace  Beaver.  Not  many  of  us  know 
Helen  well,  as  she  was  not  in  Shortridge  all  four  years,  but  she  is  a  mighty  fine  girl. 

344.  DOROTHY  WILHELM— Dot  came  to  us  from  Tech  last  fall  and  is  one  of  the 
best-looking  and  most  popular  girls  in  the  class.  Wonderful  dancer.  Has  a  particular 
liking  for  our  yell  leaders. 

345.  SALENA  WILLIAMS— "Bawn  and  bred  in  Old  Kaintuck,"  and  has  a  Kaintuck 
accent.  One  of  the  famous  Irvingtonians.  Spends  her  afternoons  playing  "hello  girl." 
Enterprising  and  attractive. 

346.  MARGARET  WINGFIELD— Peg  helped  to  put  the  short  in  Shortridge.  One  of 
the  famous  Royal  Rooter  Kazooists  of  the  football  season,  and  the  life  o'  the  bleachers 
at  every  game.  Active  in  everything  that  concerns  the  old  school.  Has  auburn  hair 
but  denies  all  charges  concerning  the  fire  in  the  annex  last  fall.    Therapon. 

347.  GRACE  WISE — One  of  the  mainstays  of  mathematics  and  the  Math  Club.  And 
some  chemist!  A  striking  brunette,  full  of  vim  and  vigor,  and  a  world  of  fun  at  any 
Math   Club   outing.    Therapon. 

348.  LOIS  WISHARD— Therapon  Club.  A  good  student  with  the  true  Shortridge  spirit. 
A  jolly,  friendly  girl  whom  everybody  likes. 

349.  ELMER  WOHLFELD— It's  all  the  same  to  Elmer  whether  he's  thrilling  his 
friends  at  fifty-five  miles  per  in  his  Peerless,  or  whether  he's  thrilling  'em  at  a  dance 
with  a  saxophone.   A  different  pair  of  specs  for  every  day  in  the  week. 

350.  EDSON  WOOD— Quite  a  society  man  about  town.  Sidekick  of  Cooke  Coen.  Friend 
of  Alden  Cooke.  Spends  most  of  his  spare  time — when  he's  not  monkeying  with  science 
— dodging  traffic  cops.  Very  much  interested  in  athletics.  A  dandy  fellow  to  know. 
Quack  doctor  in  1920  French  play. 

351.  ORLA  WOODY— Wow!  The  skid-chains,  Watson!  HERE  comes  Orley  Woody!! 
The  big  sensation  of  every  basket  ball  game.  Good  dancer,  good  sport.  Funniest 
fellow  in  Shortridge — and  he's  right  there  in  the  gentle  art  of  yell  leading. 

352.  KATHERINE  SWICKER— A  lively  girl  and  a  good  friend.  Favorite  sport:  dancing. 
Favorite  pronoun:  He,  singular. 

353.  WILLETTA  WORK— A  jolly  and  likable  girl.  Fond  of  good  times.  Takes  a 
delightful  interest  in  a  certain  member  of  the  so-called  sterner  sex.  Willetta  is  quite 
a  chemist. 

354.  BEULAH  WRIGHT— Good  looking?  Full  of  fun?  And  she  has  two  of  the  deepest 
dimples.    One  of  the  best  violinists  in  Shortridge. 

355.  DOROTHY  WRIGHT— A  bright  little  blonde  who  "lives  to  learn  and  learns  to 
live."   Full  of  life  and  the  spice  of  living.    Starred  in  mathematics.   A  fine  girl  to  know. 

356.  NELLIE  WURTZ — Nellie  doesn't  have  much  to  say,  hut  what  she  does  say  is 
worth  while.  Has  a  lovable  disposition  as  all  her  friends  will  aflHrm.  Interested  in 
Purdue. 

357.  ESTHER  YANCEY— A  fine  dependable  student— one  who  has  not  only  lived  Short- 
ridge ideals  but  has  also  helped  to  form  them.  Loved  by  all  who  know  her.  Greek 
star;  Royal  Rooter;  editor  of  Wednesday's  Echo;  Annual  staff;  Press  Club;  Therapon. 
"Small  but  mighty." 

358.  PAUL  ZART.MAN— Famous  as  a  captain  in  the  R.  O.  T.  C.  and  ex-president  of 
the  Wireless  Club.  Good  looking?  We  once  mistook  him  for  one  of  the  fellows  who  pose 
for  the  collar  advertisement. 

359.  VETHA  ZIEGLER— Cheerful,  jolly— a  peach  of  a  girl  to  know.  Therapon.  Her 
charming  complexion  is  the  envy  of  all  her  friends. 

360.  ELIZABETH  ZIMMERMAN— "Small  but  mighty."  A  good-looking  girl  who  always 
has  something  to  say!    Good  dancer.    Fond  of  butterflies. 


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There  are  many  to  whom  appreciation  should  be  extended  for  the 
excellent  assistance  they  have  given  to  us  in  publishing  the  1921  Annual. 
The  efforts  of  these  people  have  combined  to  make  our  book  a  success. 

The  art  work  has  always  had  a  very  high  standard  and  this  year 
it  has  not  only  lived  up  to  it  but  has  set  a  higher  standard  for  the  years 
to  come.  To  Miss  Rhoda  Selleck,  art  censor,  too  much  credit  can  not  be 
given. 

Our  contributors  are  to  be  congratulated  on  the  exceptional  brand 
of  literary  material  published  in  the  book  this  year.  The  literary  section 
is  of  such  high  calibre  that  we  are  proud  of  it.  The  articles  have  been 
carefully  chosen  and  they  represent  the  literary  talent  of  the  school.  Miss 
Zella  O'Hair,  literary  censor,  is  greatly  responsible  for  such  an  excellent 
selection  of  material. 

Mr.  Otto  and  Mr.  Weinberger,  along  with  the  two  efficient  business 
managers,  Joseph  Cash  and  Gaylord  Stewart,  have  ably  assisted  in  han- 
dling the  business  of  the  class  year  book.  Mr.  McKee,  of  the  Echo  Press, 
has  been  more  than  just  printer  of  the  Annual ;  his  experience  in  publish- 
ing Shortridge  Annuals  has  been  of  great  value  in  putting  this  one  before 
the  school. 

To  the  members  of  the  staff  we  owe  very  special  gratitude ;  for  their 
pep,  ability  and  willingness  to  work  have  been  a  wonderful  help  in  times 
of  need.   At  no  time  was  their  spirit  of  cooperation  lacking. 

We  also  thank  any  others  who  have,  even  in  a  small  way,  made  the 
task  a  little  easier,  and  who  have  assisted  in  putting  the  1921  Annual 
"across." 


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Move  On=Success  Awaits  You 


You  are  to  be  con- 
gratulated upon  com- 
pleting the  high  school 
course.  Now,  you 
should  "move  on."  Con- 
tinue your  education 
until  you  are  definitely 
and  unquestionably 
qualified  for  some  spe- 
cific line  of  endeavor. 
Add  to  your  general 
education  a  training 
that  will  make  you  a 
"top-notcher"  in  your 
chosen   line. 

If  you  expect  to  follow  a  commercial  career,  your  first  step  should 
be  to  attend  an  active  business  college.  That  would  enable  you  to  pre- 
pare specifically  for  an  office  position.  You  could  then  start  as  stenographer, 
bookkeeper,  accountant,  or  secretary. 

For  you  to  serve  a  business  firm  in  this  capacity,  unlimited  opportunity  for 
promotion  and  advancement  would  unfold  to  you.  You  would  be  called  upon 
daily  to  assist  in  handling  the  more  vital  affairs  of  the  business.  Your  respon- 
sibility would  gradually  increase,  which  would  be  attended  by  a  corresponding 
increase  in  salary. 

It  is  probable  that  a  larger  percentage  of  the  business  managers,  executives, 
and  proprietors  of  today  made  their  start  in  this  way  than  by  any  other  route. 
It  is  just  a  natural  result. 

This  school  specializes  in  the  training  of  young  men  and  women  for  office 
positions  and  conducts  a  FREE  EMPLOYMENT  DEPARTMENT  tor  its  gradu- 
ates. It  is  one  of  the  thirteen  schools  comprising  the  INDIANA  BUSINESS 
COLLEGE.  The  others  are  at  Marion,  Muncie,  Logansport,  Anderson,  Kokomo, 
Lafayette,  Columbus,  Richmond,  Newcastle,  Vincennes,  Crawfordsville  and 
Peru. 

To  appreciate  this  school,  you  should  see  it.  But  if  not  convenient  to  call, 
just  drop  us  a  line,  or  telephone,  and  "BUDGET  OF  INFORMATION"  will  be 
sent  to  you.     See,  write,  or  telephone  Fred  W.  Case,  Principal. 


Pennsylvania  and  Vermont  Sts.— First  Door  north  Y.  W.  C.  A. 
Indianapolis,  Indiana 


Saxaphone  School  of  Music 

H.  VIRGIL  MOORE 

122  PEMBROKE  ARCADE  :  :  PHONE  CIRCLE  4436 


REEDS,  ACCESSORIES,  AND  REPAIRING 
OF  ALL  INSTRUMENTS 

Studio  Hours  Colonial  Theatre 

8:00  A.  M.  to  1:00  p.  M.  2:00  p.  M.  to     5:00  P.M. 

5:00    P.  M.  to  7:00  p.  M.  7:30  p.  M.  to   10:30  P.M. 

Eat  a  Dish  of  Ice  Cream  Every  Day 


Furnas  Ice  Cream 

''The    Cream    of  Quality'' 

Feeds  Mind  and  Body 


Is  a  Healthful,  Nutritious  Food,  Delicious,  Pure  and  Appetizing. 


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STUDIO 


NINTH  FLOOR.  ODD  FELLOWS  BUILDING 


Washington  and  Pennsylvania  :-:         Indianapolis,  Indiana 

INDIANA  DENTAL  COLLEGE 

Our  new  home  at  the  corner  of  Pennsylvania  and  Wtlnut  Streets  is 
complete  in  every  detail.  It  faces  the  Indiana  Memorial  Plaza  which  is 
to  be  constructed  within  the  near  future  and  is  in  the  center  of  the  best 
part  of  the  city. 

We  offer  a  four-year  course  leading  to  the  degree  of  Doctor  of  Dental 
Surgery. 

The  same  high  standards  of  teaching,  equipment  and  efficiency  that 
have  characterized  this  school  for  the  past  forty-two  years  are  constantly 
maintained. 

Our  graduates  are  successfully  pursuing  their  profession  in  every 
State  in  the  Union  and  in  every  quarter  of  the  civilized  world. 

Dentistry  is  a  profession  that  offers  wide  opportunity  to  the  wide- 
awake young  man  or  woman. 

Write  to  the  Secretary  for  our  catalog,  which  gives  full  information 
concerning  this  College  and  the  practice  of  Dentistry. 

FREDERIC   R.  HENSHAW, 
Dean. 
CORNER  PENNSYLVANIA  AND  WALNUT  STS. 


FRESHMAN  WORK  IN 

ITnMana  TTlniversit^  Classes 

If  you  cannot  go  away  to  college,   study  in  the  evening  classes  held  in  Indian- 
apolis by  the  Extension  Division.   Complete  courses  carrying  certificates  in— 

Accounting,   General  Business,  Advertising, 
and  Secretarial  Work 

INDIANA  UNIVERSITY  EXTENSION  CENTER 

120  NORTH  SENATE  AVENUE 


Carter  Shirts 


Have  a  reputation  for  superior  quali- 
ty and  perfect  fit  at  popular  prices. 
Do  you  wear  them?    If  not,  why  not. 

CARTER 

THREE  STORES 

24  N.  Pennsylvania  St.,  159  N.  Illinois  St.,  22  E.  Washington  St. 

tTbe  Carlin  /llbusic  Co. 

143  E.  WASHINGTON  STREET 
Indiana's  Most  Complete  Music  Store 

SHEET  MUSIC  INSTRUMENTS  PHONOGRAPHS 

PIANOS  AND  PLAYER  PIANOS 


MISS  SHIRLEY  NATAUE  COLEMAN 
Graduate  of  Shortridge  and  Sanderson  Bus 
ness  School  Graduate.  Now  a  student 
Franklin  College  where  her  knowledge 
Stenogiaphy  and  ability  as  a  Repoiltr 
highly  ■        ' 


Our  Graduates 

are  100  per  cent,  efficient.  Their  success  is 
assured  by  our  thorough  training.  Shortridge 
Graduates  should  attend  the 

where  individual  lessons  and  personal  atten- 
tion bring  rapid  advancement.  Enroll  now. 
There  is  no  premium  on  procrastination. 


We  are  in  session  all  the  vear.     Every  day 

is  Entrance  Day,  and  every  day 

we  nil  positions. 


Oldest  Commercial  College  in  Indianapolis 


MERCHANTS  BANK  BUILDING 


\V7E  wish   to   thank  the    Shortridge 
*^    Students  for  their  generous   pa- 
tronage of  our  Shortridge  lunch  room 
during  the  past  school  year. 

— Thomas. 


THE  TEACHERS  COLLEGE  OF  INDIANAPOLIS 


Kindergarten  and  Primary 
Rural  and  Graded  School 


Special 


ACCREDITED 

OFFERS  THE  FOLLOWING  COURSES: 

Public  School    Music 


Public  School  Drawing 

Home   Economics  Special  classes    for   teachers   of 

experience 
sses  for  review  of  the  common  branches 


SEND  FOR  CATALOG 

ELIZA  A.  BLAKER,  President 

Alabama  and  Twenty-Third  Streets 
INDIANAPOLIS,  INDIANA 


WE  ARE  SPECIALISTS 

IN 

High  School  Athletic  Equipment 


Honor  Sweaters~With  Individuality 


SMITH  -  HASSLER  -  STURM    CO. 

A  Real  Sporting  Goods  Store 

212-221  MASSACHUSETTS  AVE.  :    :  INDIANAPOLIS.  INDIANA 

Official  Photographer  to  the  Class  of  1920 

C.  B.  STONE 

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PORTRAITS 

STUDIO  OPEN:     8  a.  m.  to  6  p.  m.      Sunday   10  a.  m.  to  5  p.  m. 
Other  hours  by  appointment. 

STUDIO,  14-16  E.  WASHINGTON  ST.  INDIANAPOLIS 

HOWARD'S  ENTRANCE  PHONE  MAIN  2143 

I  TRY  TO  PLEASE 


"0/;  Jimmy  —  your  book 
is  just  splendid!" 


Will  your  Classmates  say 
your  Annual   is  splendid? 

Getting  out  an  Annual  is  a  big  job — but  one  you'll  Write  for  thi',fr„ 

enjoy  too.  If  your  book  is  a  good  one  you'll  win 
sudden  popularity  and  the  compliments  of  every 
one.  You  can  afford  to  put  your  best  efforts  into 
the  work  you  have  been  chosen  to  do. 

But  you  don't  need  to  do  it  all  alone.  Here's  help 
for  you.  The  Service  Department  of  the  Indian- 
apolis Engraving  &  Electrotyping  Company  will 
help  you  get  out  a  better  book  and  solve  your  hard- 
est problems.    .4.sk  for  more  information. 

INDIANAPOLIS  ENGRAVING  & 
ELECTROTYPING    COMPANY 

Annual  Engravings  Commencement  Invitations 

222  EAST  OHIO  STREET,       INDIANAPOLIS,  INDIANA 


1855 


921 


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A  standard  co-educational  College  in  ^^  ^     ,  >.„^-  -■ 

Courses  may  be  taken  leading  to  acaaemTc-^  '  ^  %-~Lj       ^  ^  oi^^ 
Q  .         degrees,  A.  B.,  B.  S.,  A.  M..  M.  S.  ^' 


Accredited  by  the  State  Board  of  Educa- 
tion for  tlie  training  of  teachers. 

New  courses  in  the  Department  of 
Business  Administration. 


Big  Athletic  Program  under  Prof.  Page. 

Summer  Session  -  June  20,  August  12,  1921. 
Fall  Semester  begins  September  13,  1921. 


Call  at  the  College  in  I rvington 
or  at  our  downtow^n  office 


FLETCHER  SAVINGS  &  TRUST  BLDG. 


BUTLER  COLLEGE,  Indianapolis 


JNDIANAPOLIS 


Physical  Education 

Offers  young  men  and  womsn  splendid  opportunities  as  teachers.  Hundreds  of 
well  paying  positions  are  now  open  The  demand  for  physical  trainers  will  in- 
crease every  year.  The  work  is  also  very  interesting  and  healthful.  The  Normal 
College  offers  the  most  thorough  training  for  this  profession. 

Write  for  the  Illustrated  Catalog. 

Normal  College  of  the  American 
Gymnastic  Union 

415  East  Michigan  St.,  Indianapolis,  Indiana. 


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Our  Congratulations: 

Graduates  of  our  own  fair  Shortridge 
May  your  future  years  be  bright  and 
rosperous. 

If'our  father  made  no  mistake  when  h 
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