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

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MORNING Morning in the frozen Arctic waste, Witli its stealthy silent tread, Morning on the mountain, Coming like a conqueror to claim its own, Morning in the jungle, Stealing down the trees until it reaches the ground, Where it dances in and out among the tangled vines, Causing some beasts to skulk into their lairs And some to crowd forth with joyous noises, Morning in the purple desert, Bursting forth like a blast from the fires of the Titans, The parching sand beaten down under its merciless rays, Morning on the sea, A dance of wind-chased waves, A glowing lace-edged mist, Then-the sun! CLARA VAN Nnss, '20 AN INDIAN SONG The wind is howling round the tepee, Over the mesa whirls the sand, Come, come, my little Navajo, And near me stand. Hear the wails of the coyote From the rough, deep canyon bed, Come to me, my little Indian, The day is fled. Aie, the sand-clouds whirling, whirling, Are sent by angry gods to slay, Bow down before them, O my man-child, For mercy pray. CARo1. KLINK, '21. 241 Works andDays

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and the beloved rug, for she pledge her everlasting faith when she was young and sit by the side of her betrothed one. His story ended, Kulekian looked at me inquiringly. I will buy the Kabistan at once, said I in answer to his unspoken question. From the door I turned and asked the effusive little man where he had obtained the history of the rug. Oh, sir, he guilelessly re- plied, I am a very good inventor-ees that the word?-of fiction story! I cannot deny I was somewhat disappointed, for even a rich and staid old bachelor nurtures a secret love of romance. And I, carried away by Kulekian's tale, hoping if possible to restore the Kabistan to Aurora, faithful and ever eagerly awaiting the return of her lover, had just signed a check for two thousand dollars! VIRGINIA HANNA,, 21. THE MERMAID AND THE CYPRESS Once upon a time there lived in a castle at the bottom of the deep blue sea a Mermaid who had fallen hopelessly in love with a beautiful Cypress that towered on a rocky cliff far above the dashing surf. Each day she rose through the dark mysterious caverns of the deep, her golden hair glistening in the sunlight and her graceful body tossed on those huge breakers that bore her to the foot of the rocks on which stood the lonely Cypress, who scorned ever to look her way. On the crest of each foaming breaker she hoped to be lifted nearer to the one she loved, but her struggle was in vain, for each Wave, as the tide receded, drew her further from her goal. One night in the midst of a raging storm, when the sky was rent with lightning and the roaring breakers dashed almost to the foot of the Cypress, she felt that at last she would reach his side. Suddenly from out of the blackness darted a streak of lightning. It struck the scornful tree, which fell with a deafening crash into the sea beneath! At last he was hers, and together they disappeared into the darkness. AUDREY WILIIIAMS, '2O. Works andDays 1231

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