Girls Vocational School - Sun Dial Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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TALKLER WHAT IF: Robena were Write instead of Reid? Margarethe were Footman instead of Nieman? Doris were Anile instead of Young? Virginia were Dark instead of Light? Emily were a Cook instead of a Baker? Florence were Item instead of Book? Ruth Goes instead of Parks? Mildred Ran well instead of Tread- well? Mary were a Scalliwag instead of a Rosewag? Helen were a Seamer instead of a Tucker? Florence were a Private instead of a Ward? Helen were an Iceman instead of a Coleman? Dorothy were Bullion instead of a Bullen? Sarah were Wolfe instead of Fox? Catherine were Chills instead of Burns? Elizabeth were Original instead of Stenzel? Marie were Feminine instead of Manly? Virginia were Bogs instead of Moores? Edna were Libraries instead of Schools? GOODBYE G. V. S. By Anna Gufmmel Ten years have passed as ten years will Crowded with memories of goldg We shall try to make the next ten years As happy as the old. In G. V.S. this time was spent With loyal teachers true, Who helped to make each hour, there A happy one with you. Dorothy were a Farmer instead of a lNIiller? Dolores were a Chain instead of a Link? lNIatilda were Quiet instead of Yellin? Anna were Anemic instead of Nemic? Dorothy said Gimme instead of Getz? Elaine were Hamburg instead of Hum- burg? Doris were a Barn instead of a House? Agnes were Breezy instead of Airey? Marie were Smiling instead of Grim? Betty were Pale face instead of Rede- man? Vlasta were Careless instead of Kalas? Evelyn were Blunt instead of Keene? Julia were Happy instead of Cross? Elizabeth were Afraid instead of Kno- bel? Rachel were Pelt instead of Fleece? Frances were White instead of Black? Helen were Harlem instead of Hara- lam? Isabelle were Slope instead of Swope? Winona were Slate instead of Slade? Goldie were Cider instead of Snyder? Freda were Crying instead of Yellin? Mary were the Sun instead of a Starr? This school was started to help each one To meet the changing world today To struggle and strive as best we can To lead us on our way. We have worked hard at each new task And tried to do our best. Leaving the dear old school we ask Please, do not forget G. V. S. 27

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THE TRADE IJROPHECY QContinuedl Grace Sagle ........... Naomi Smit.h . . . Elvira Sebley Marie Shannon .. Helen Aident .... Margaret Andrews Martha Besz . . . Ida Altman ...... Helene Braffman . . . Marion Blanchard . . . Betty Baughman .. Nellie Corsalini Anna Doerfler . .. Virginia Keenan . . . Theresa Gaff ..... Esther Goldberg .... Catherine Gebhardt . . . Miriam Hoffman .... Jane Murawski Amelia Janata . . . Anna Kalminzer .. Miriam Kautter .... Marie Kelly ........ Francis Kropkowski . . . Lillian Linzey ...... Evelyn Litzau .... Vera lVIcDonnell .... Catherine McSorley . . . Matilda llalinowski Dorothy Markiewicz . . . Gertrude Horney .... Catherine Novotny .. Nadia Paranuk . . . Dorothy Petr ........ Dorothea Schaffeld Rebecca Childs .... Dorothy Sebeek . . . Genevive Smith .... Willniore Suydan . . . Marie Vacek ..... Annabel Waltrup . . . Carolyn Waskaski .. Lorraine VVatsic . . . Hazel Willianis ..... Gertrude Wielebski .... Dietician Poet Interior Decorator Bacteriologist Radio Announcer Moving Picture Director Teacher Aviator Social Worker Research Chiropodist Chiropractor Florist Proofreader G', Wonlan Biologist Typist Policewoman Seamstress Pharmacist Judge Criminologist Publisher Physical Culturist Naturalist Magician Printer violinist Lawyer Notary Public Journalist Scientist Astrologist Photographer Optician Inventor Explorer Press Agent Reporter Senator Columnist Stylist Architect Humorist Evangelist 26

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THE TRADE THE VOICE OF THE PAST By Ina Long A seer from the past came To me one wintry night. He was old, partly lame, And his hair was pure, snow whit.e. He spoke in a low and forceful ton This voice of the past. His eyes big and brightly shone 'Round the room they were cast. He looked about, then gazed at meg I felt a shock and shuddered. His voice, the rumble of the sea The words the strangest uttered. '4Ah,,' said he, in a voice of woe Which chilled me thru' and thrua. Your school-day joys are over And I suppose you're feeling blue. I looked and star Thinking back you'll remember The day of your first test When you entered in September Into the family of G. V. S. C Then you,ll think of the teachers, too, They were a blessing to you then, For you were strange and new And didn't know where to begin. Two years have passed and your time is up It is time to go almost- So, with memories Hll your cup And to G. V. S. give this toast. Here's to the school which I love best, It will always be first in my heart. It is up to me to do the rest For 'twas you who gave me my start. ed and gazed for long Where had the image gone? And as I looked I heard In the wintry blasts, a song. 28