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©■dlR scare ago a fresbman class 
HrrlvcC' in SbortviCigc fatr,'' 
Co scch tbc fourtb Hoot's nigetlc pass. 
Ebc elevator's laif. 

Hs nineteen cigbtccn set tbc pace 

So sopbomoric stage, 
CbCB galneO In stature, hnowlccige, grace, 

B little, too, in age. 

TOttb junior stanOlng came great state. 

XLbc class it ncatlg t\ct>, 
IRIlitb sports. anO clubs, anC> Dances late, 

Hni> staJ>^ on tbe sif>c.- ,„ 

JBut eober seniors now are tbes, 

lit isn't ang tun. 
So soon, as tre«bmen once again, 
Sbes'll st^tt in t\ventB=one. 

Mitb sincere appreciation of tbe bonot 
Oone me b? tbc class ot 1921, 

jfrani? 3B. "WHa^e. 

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. 


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 


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! 



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. 


(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. 


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 


"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 

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. 

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"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 

"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.' " 


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. 


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." 


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. 



|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?" 


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. 



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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! 


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. 



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. 



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. 


-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 

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 


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 

"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 

"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." 


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 

"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 


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 


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- 

"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 

"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. 


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. 


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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. 


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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 


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 

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. 


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 

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! 



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. 


(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. 


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." 



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." 


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.) 


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 

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. 



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 

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. 


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. 



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. 


(Chosen to represent the Shortridge Alumni of 1920.) 


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. 



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. 



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. 


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. 




"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. 



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 

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. 


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. 






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- 

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 

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 ! 







s person in our school 

so dead 
TOlio nrucr had it in his 

To join a iShortridye 

dub nr tuio? 

HTIr haurn't srrn him yet; 
hauE you? 

CL^P^SS— P»C3Em 

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 

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 

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. 



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 

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 

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. 

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 

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. 


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 

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 

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' 

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- 

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, 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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. 

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. 

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 

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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 

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 

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 

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! 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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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 

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 




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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Washington and Pennsylvania :-: Indianapolis, Indiana 


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 

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

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. 



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 



Carter Shirts 

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



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

tTbe Carlin /llbusic Co. 

Indiana's Most Complete Music Store 



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 


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

— Thomas. 


Kindergarten and Primary 
Rural and Graded School 




Public School Music 

Public School Drawing 

Home Economics Special classes for teachers of 

sses for review of the common branches 


ELIZA A. BLAKER, President 

Alabama and Twenty-Third Streets 



High School Athletic Equipment 

Honor Sweaters~With Individuality 


A Real Sporting Goods Store 


Official Photographer to the Class of 1920 




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




"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. for more information. 


Annual Engravings Commencement Invitations 




« JSutler dolleoe 

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 


BUTLER COLLEGE, Indianapolis 


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 

If'our father made no mistake when h 
Ight his ring of Sipe. 

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