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

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Who sings before those gates of gold. There bright Aurora will unfold The brilliant sunbeams, one by one. And loose the horses of the sun. The trail creeps on among the trees. The poet walking down it sees Shv stretches winding far ahead. Where the pines, more widely spread Reveal above, a rosy sky And pearl-winged clouds that seem to fly. But look! One beam of glittering gold. The treasures that such mornings hold Will vanish like a fairy gift; The sun is rising, bright and swift. Eleanor Burgess, ’ 6. (Awarded first price Nads and Reeks Literary Contest. 1936.) I know not if her voice be harsh or sweet, 1 cannot tell the color of her hair. But this I know, that where her idle feet 1 lave passed or lingered, there is magic there. I know not what it means when all my heart W ill thrill and pause at a familiar tone; I only know that when I steal apart A something flutters with me not my own. These days have webbed a soft enchantment close. And still as Mem’ry’s golden tendrils run. They weave the bonds that will not let us loose While someone smiles and speaks beneath the sun. Yet something calls and throbs and fears in me That when 1 wake, there is none such as she. (Awarded first price Nads and Reeks Literary Contest. ) Betty Ford, 'j6.

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Moraiing §oeg Awake! 'I'lie joyous voice of Morn Rings sweeter than a silver horn. Awake! Arise I and view the earth In all her glory of new birth. Walk down the woodland paths with me Among the whispering pines, and see Such beauties at this morning hour. The coming of the sun will bring A mundane change to everything. There, swaying in her fern-grown bower Among the rocks, a fairy flower; And fluttering, when a breeze breathes by Like some bright, captive butterfly, Blossoms the mountain columbine. Her haven is the worshipped shrine Where comes the humming bird each day, To this sweet queen his love to pay. The dew, which gleams upon the grass, With jewels decks the feet that pass; Afar, there sounds a waterfall That rushes down its rocky wall In boiling foam and rainbow mist, By cool, sweet morning zephyrs kissed. Above yon ragged, snow-capped butte, Come strains of some wild piper’s flute.

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 if An Amxioes Momeimt |X a bright autumn morning when the air was gloriously J clear and a boisterous wind had swept away the purple haze from the low-lying hills, I went whistling down the lane. starting my journey to the village of G---------, some eighteen miles distant. Nor was the weather entirely responsible for the glow in my heart, for I was feeling very important indeed, having been offered a job which would mark my dehut into the world of business, after my graduation from college. As the hours and miles passed and I began to feel quite weary 1 asked the distance from chance-met passersbv. But each inquiry seemed to add a mile or two to the distance till finally, as dusk closed in the hills. 1 decided I was still five miles from my goal, at least, though I knew not how much farther it would be when next 1 inquired. So. coming over a hilltop. 1 was rejoiced to see a yellow light glim- mering through the gloom and hurried toward it. I found it shone through the window of a tidy. New Kngland farmhouse which was surrounded by a picket fence, and from which emanated an air of hos- pitality and cleanliness. An auspicious curl of smoke rose from the chimney and brought before my mind the picture of a kitchen hearth and bubbling pots. I knocked. 1 he door was opened by a young girl. To her I stated my plight and asked it I might spend the night there. I waited in an agony of suspense during a whispered parley behind the half-opened door. But I was at length admitted to introduce my- self to a family of two daughters, bright and healthy-looking, and their father who had a fringe of whiskers under his chin and a skull cap on his bald head. The two girls brought in the supper, steaming hot. and sending forth an aroma so tantalizing that I had to exercise some self-control in order not to appear over-eager for the contents of the dishes. 14