Katherine Delmar Burke School - Works and Days Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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g 1Qv+ 1. H E , A 2 aT' ' Y f 'ff'- I. 75 fa lll!'l.Q2'W'l ' pw I 1 A ' ll: 2-Q 'I ugh, A. 'f'ld 1 l , f wmiftieim 'W ,lf . -. f. l my L' U N J! 'B THE DANCING LADY OF THE POOL In tl1e first place, the gardener was worried. He was standing in the courtyard trying to remember which day it was that he had planted those pansy seeds. At last he gave it up in despair. He could not remember. Each little plant was trying to help him, for they all realized his trouble. One little redwood said, Wasn't it a week ago Wednesday? No, replied the gardener, that was the day I transplanted those two ferns. Yes, cried the ferns, that was the day he took us from the hot sunlight and placed us here, in the lovely cool shade. Wasn't i't last Wednesday? asked the heather. No, called three little green shoots, that was the day he planted us. These last three speakers were so tiny you couldn't tell what they were. Suddenly the fountain sprang into life, and, with a gurgling splash, she picked up her skirts and began to dance a merry waltz in the sunlight. I know what day it was, she cried with glee. What day? the gardener implored. The day little Connie tripped on my train andfell into my arms and got all wet, sang the fountain. Right! cried the ferns. Right ! called the redwoods. And the gardener was so delighted that he forgot to learn the real day. But the pansies didn't mind about dates. They came slowly up into the sunlight and now, robed in liveries of purple, green and gold they stood like little pages, bearing the train of the Dancing Lady of the Pool. BARBARA BENJAMIN, '22, Works and Days I29l

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they have thought and planned and begged and demanded that we make good-and we have made good. Today we are just as far along on the schedule of work as we should have been had we come to school every day during the month of quarantine. Of course, we made the record that brought us to this point, but the incentive and inspiration behind our efforts were what enabled us to make that record. Our deepest gratitude and sincerest appreciation are due to Miss Burke, the Faculty and the Ofiice for the patient and untiring efforts they so willingly and so gladly gave to us. This personal interest taken in each girl by the teachers is some- thing that has always characterized Miss Burke's. It is the result and interpretation of that wonderful spirit of mutual affection that is best known under the name of the Burke Spirit. This spirit we must keep as pure and as vivid as it has always been, and in thus keeping the faith we cannot fail in the part that is ours. Our athletics have been neglected and set aside by the press of work, our interclass affairs have naturally suffered, and our school activities, until recently, were greatly curtailed, but our school spirit has come through the trial. Let us continue building as those before us have built! The emblem of our school spirit is the redwood, upright and strong. Let us see that this spirit maintains its integrity and its strength, and in doing so we shall do our share in upholding our part of the inspiration that will win peace for all. ACKNOWTEDGMENT To all the Faculty, and to all the girls, whose ready response to our every demand has helped to make this Annual possible, we are indebted. EXCHANGES We have received and read with interest the following publications: Mills Quarterly. The Potter Shield. The Ransom Year Book. The Girls' High Journal. l28l Works and Days

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A MODERN GARETH HE last son of Thomas Balfour stood in the doorway of his -1 X father's store, looking down Fifth Avenue at tl1e continu- 2 N ous stream of khaki-clothed boys. A deep flush crept over A1 his face, his hand tightened its grip on the door knob, he YQX - ff, was bitterly aware of the two stars displayed by the 12333 service flag on the glass. Q' s H. t'And why isn't there a star for me?', he asked himself, il ' . but he knew the answer too well-he was not of age, he was the youngest, he was the baby. While he stood there a soldier passed with the crowd-one whose face showed anything but patriotic enthusiasm. He looks like a man who's been drafted,'? he thought, and who's afraid to go. And I can't go when I dream of it night and day. A soft hand touched his arm. He turned to find mother's sweet, old face, with that look of love, pride, understanding and fear he knew so well. Witliout speaking, he leaned over and kissed her lightly. Then, slipping his arm around l1er shoulders, they walked slowly through the store to his father's study. 'She seated herself by the open window. So I'm still your baby? he questioned, half teasing, and closing the door he came over to her. She nodded. And do you still love that child? This time she smiled. There was little need of speech between them. t'Then won't you grant your child that favor, mother? He pointed through the open window to a passing aviator, with the other he caught the little lady's tiny gloved hand. She looked up at him beseechingly. t'Oh, my darling, my dearest son, she answered piteously. The Government surely doesn't need all my sons, not you, my boy. See, dear heart, your father's not young now, he must retire soon. Who else is there to carry on this business he has made? You are so young, so bright, so capable now. We depend on you. You must look after us in our old age. Stay, be my comfort. She was openly sobbing now. Oh, when I think of all the dreadful things that could happen to our boys I haven't the strength to offer you as well. Oh, stay, my dearest, you are still more boy than man. Oh, mother, if you only knew how .hard you are making it for me, he exclaimed, almost crying himself. A far-off band was playing Over There. l30l Works and Days