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

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THE SUN-DIAL X556 33, The long frozen days slowly drag by and as they near their end the snow be- comes slush and the river foams by carrying huge lumps of fast melting ice. The earth has turned to slacken her rigid joints and yield to thousands of rivulets that cover her surface. Then, there is a sweetness in the air and with a few warm rain drops the word of spring has come. Soon the boughs of the trees are dotted with tiny green bits of life and the newly arrived red-breasted bird waits to build a nest in their foliage. Tiny stems push through the soft coating of earth and turn their buds upward to catch the warmth of the sun that soon they may cover the plains with a profusion of blossoms. The sky has grown azure blue and the gentlest of breezes fan the dark clouds into Heecy whiteness. The population of flowers increases with the lengthening days. Their lovely blossoms carpet the Helds and fill the air with fragrance. It is a dif- ferent world, warm and happy and filled with new inspiring life: Spring is glorious! Her magical beauty rules Heaven and Earth with a gentle sweetness. RUTH HOLLAND WHAT CHRISTMAS REALLY MEANS Christmas isn't for what you get, Said wee Jeanetteg It's for what you give Went on the mite. If Christ would talk to you to night, I think He'd say- That He wished us to- Keep it that way. I can give the baby a day of fun, I can take my plant to that poor lame boy, I can do Motherls errands-every one, And my old kite 1 can mend for Roy, When this busy day is done and I creep to bed, I'll remember I have no toys, But I'll have one thing-lots of joys Running through my tired head. CATHERINE DEEGAN 4l

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THE SUN-DIAL ?i,556:955:5f5,:956i556.556.i355:5fS.i955,i556.fif5.556,595Y5te Riff ima rms man mn mm mn mv xml mn mu was mv mv was Nnq-K A ROOM Do you have a room,-one that you can call your very own? A place where you may find solitude,-may be alone, dream those golden dreams of fancy, look far off into the future, ponder over happenings of the day, wondering why you did this or that or failed to do some little thing? How unimportant it seemed at the time! How you suddenly realize it would have mattered-would have made someone else happy. Do you have a room-a place where you can express your own personality? The pictures, your choosing. Crisp curtains caught back to reveal the winding road- way or better, to see the flowers gaily blooming outside the window. A boudoir chair of chintzg its petticoat immaculate. Fluffy little pillows on the bed, all so un- conscious of the part they play in your life. Have you not lain awake nights, listening to the rain's stacatto-the wind's shrill howling through the trees which cast grotesque shadows on the wall, content within the warmth of your', room? A room's a haven of refuge-Shelter! Great women have often sought the seclusion of their rooms, shutting out the world and facing their greatest problems alone. Such was the practice of Louisa Alcott. She had her room, -loved it, sought it. Today it stands much as it was when the writer lived. The desk by the window, looking down upon the spacious grounds of Orchard House-The spray of purple Iris Amy painted for her beloved sister when jo was ill and Amy too poor to buy flowers- I like to think of my mind as a room in disorder and I had to put each thing in place, wrote Louisa Al- cott. She tried hard to dust out the cobwebs and put each little thing in its proper place but somehow cobwebs got in. 'Tm not a good housekeeper, Miss Alcott concluded. A room's an essential of girlhood. One cannot grow well without one. There must be space-space to live in, breathe in, think in. Life becomes too crowded! Yes, every girl should have a room to live in. SPRING There is a sudden stillness in the air. The gray sky is dotted with white flakes that float and drift to lie on the fast shrinking earth. Slowly, the ice forms, smooth- ing out the rugged edges of the land into soft roundness. The sun has grown dim and out of place in these cold, barren regions. The world is devoid of life, except for the snow birds that haunt the empty fields in great flocks. The drone of the wind rises with harsh bitterness, whipping around dark and gaunt trees. Winter has come and is ruling the barren lands with a relentless force. 40

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THE SUN-DIAL SENIOR FAREWELL It is the way of life to leave unsaid as the days go by, many of the lovely things we could say-to leave undone, many of the things we have desired to do-to fail to show and express appreciation for the many things given us in life and to realize fully just how much what we have means to us until it is gone. And so it is that we of Girls Vocational School who are going from our Alma Mater this year, turn our thoughts backward with a more serious vein and as in life, when our two short years of school have ended, recount the happy days and the benefits we have received. It is with a feeling of sadness that we find those two years ended. As juniors we looked forward with great anticipation to graduation. Two years' time was too long for the impetuous girlish mind to compass. But two years have passed and quickly, and we are loathe to see them go. Now, we must say Farewell. Somehow Farewell means a summing up--a totaling of happy school days and work well done,-a meek declaration of the love we bear the students and the faculty of G. V. S. Let us not say Farewell-Let us go forth into the world confident in our prepara- tion, realizing that we have a beginning upon which we can build-must build! Nor must we forget that principle embodied in our own Student Council the behavior of the individual, governs the behavior of the mass. And let us then take with us so much of Girls Vocational School that we shall through our own selves meet with it each day in others. We need not then say-Farewell! SENIOR CLASS OF '38 QSIGNEDJ A WASTE OF WORDS Farewells are such a waste of words They carry tears and sighs They're filled with gloom and heavy hearts Why can't they be denied? We cannot say farewell For each day we shall find We've brought so much of school with us . We canlt leave it behind! if 42