Anna Head School - Nods and Becks Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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DITORIAL Hx icniTORiAL, SO Webster says, is that pertaining to or written by an editor. Now, since maidenly modesty prohibits indulgence in the first attack, we find by the process of elimination an editorial is merely that written by the editor. There is no hint as to what that should cover nor discuss, you notice. ' ell, perhaps it was this very indiiTerence which caused the present-day situation, for you know, surely, that the editorial now (especially in student publications) is almost completely ignored (especially by student readers). It is. therefore, with not one rosy illusion on the subject of our importance that we take pen in hand — inspired to do our duty. Ah, duty ! Unconsciously the keynote of these last few vyeeks in school is touched. A time has come for the seniors when there are moments of genuine thought and reflection. What ha e we gained — what ha e we gi en to our school days? And, then, what are we to gain — vyhat are ye to giye to the future days? Seldom do we let oursehes use that word duty (it sounds so unfash- ionable!). But now, in the midst of dressmakers ' appointments, class-play rehearsals, and vague plans for isits with those girls who live far away and are in such danger of slipping out of our li es — in the midst of all this bustle comes a feeling that it is our duty at this time to pledge oursehes in some way for this coming change in our lives. ' ell, it is our duty. It is our immediate duty to board the Twentieth Century Unlimited called Service and to tra el with the real people of today who arc trying to make the world just a little more liveable for everyone. Our oppor- tunities have been exceptional ; our aims and ideals should be exceptional, too. And so, dear readers (few, but faithful), our editorial that is a sincer , ' plea for a pledge to Service. [ I

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Rditor-iii-Chief Phyllis Clark Business Manaqcr Ruth McBriiik Art F.dilor Phyllls (iuAHAM Athletic Editor Hklhx Cakk Society Rdltor Rmiax-A Guav Calendar I ' .ditor Rovvkna Stkirly Joke Editor Aduiknm-: Lkoxauio Alumnae Editor Ramoxa SrHACHT Senior Editor Rop.kkta Holmics Junior Editor Bkth Shilling Sophomore Editor...- Lii-:f.ik Liccarf. Freshman Editor LouiSK Wilson l l «• ' r

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F i f t y -F i f t y I ' usT A MiNUi ' E, old fellow, broke in Conway Thurston; do you want me to prove to you that there are things to write about here at home .■ ' That one doesn ' t have to be an opium fiend to write about one? And that Paris and the Orient aren ' t the only places strange things happen? I didn ' t mean that, burst out Tom West. Of course strange things happen here in America, but in Paris or in the Orient one — Listen, Tommy, interrupted Tliurston; what do you want to bet me that from here to New York we don ' t come face to face with a story — a bully good one? Fifty dollars, cried West, eagerly. Righto, Tommy. And the two men shook hands solemnly and started down the road toward the train. Thurston looked down at the boy by his side, an amused yet thoughtful look in his eyes. This son of his dearest friend, clever with his pen when the spirit moved him, had suddenly grown restless. He wanted to go away somewhere, to new places for new inspirations. At Thurston ' s suggestion they had ridden out to the country, the wdiile talking the whole thing over to this result — fifty dollars if they ran across the theme for a short story on the way back to New York. Thurston smiled to himself. He hoped Fate would be good to him. A sudden gust of wind sent a sheet of paper fluttering from the side to the center of the road a few feet in front of them. Thurston ' s eyes brightened. That, he said, might be the missing sheet of a will or a page from the diary of the girl who lives in that picturesque farm down the road, ' ou know, the one who loved the summer boarder who promised to — It might be, interrupted West, dryly, as he examined the paper. But it happens to be a receipt for an incubator. Romantic, isn ' t it? he added, ironicall} ' . as he crushed the paper in the dust beneath his heel. 181 -fe