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

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JAMES-But the book says to use one large lump and to out out the figure, see-fusing the butter knife to mould itj. MARY, overcoming the aversion produced by 'her olfactory nerves, picks at a piece at first gingerly, but soon goes at it in real earnest. Even Father becomes interested in showing the beauties of the Set to George, but his artistic abilities are limited to snakes of various stages of corpulence. George having become more and more bored by the performance, has discovered a set of tin soldiers and is contentedly playing with them when the nurse comes in and takes him of to bed. The rest of the family work on, with occasional ejaculations of Look at this, See mine, and the like, on the part of one or another of the embryo sculptors. To these remarks the others either pay no heed or, without looking up from their work, reply Uhu . UNCLE EVERETT fhaving completed a very wobbly elephantj. See, George, see Jumbo. Well, where is George-gone to bed? Well! Well! FATHER flaying down a terra cotta snakej. I guess Evelyn must have taken him. The little fellow certainly did enjoy his birthday. ELIZABETH POPE, '21. GOLDEN CALIFORNIA Dear California, loved State of gold, With rugged heights all crowned with silver snow, And lofty cliffs where dashing waters flow, And white-starred orange groves with globes of gold! Flame-like, the poppies rise from your rich mold, Gold are the million harvests your farmers sow, Your rolling hills are based on gold below, Rich treasure sought by pioneers of old. Fairer than sovereign ever seen before, With crown of all the treasures men adore, Enthroned in a mellow fruitfulness, Which all pervading, shall enrich and bless, O Queen of States, who rules with golden rod, Most loved by men, most blessed by God. GLADYS L. SGOTT, '20. 1281 Works andDays

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UNCIAE EVERETT. I saw something in the window of the Calico Cat the other day, they always have such novel toys there. It was a set of diiferent colored putties and a book of instructions about how to make them up into figures. Combines play and education and all that sort of thing. JAMES. Yes, I saw it, too. You mean the Messalot Plaster Mod- eling Set, don't you? A fellow, a little fellow, I mean, could have a lot of fun with that. MARY. But it smells so. MOTHER fignoring Mary's comment-mothers have a way of doing that j. Why, yes, that would be nice. I am sure George would like it better than that silly cowboy suit, but, of course, he really doesn't know what he wants. UNCLE EVERETT fto Fatherj. Coming now? No, eh? Well, I'll have to be going along. I'll stop in and get the 'tSet on my way home. See you later. Dinner at six, I suppose. SCENE II The dining room as before. The family with the exception of Uncle Everett are assembled. They are hovering about George who is unwrap- ping innumerable Eton ties and handkerchiefs. Most insulting of all, a rag doll or rather two rag dolls, black or white, depending upon which head is up and which is covered by the shirt, is unwrapped, bearing the card, Love from Auntie Julia and Uncle Paul. UNCLE EVERETT fbouncing inj. Hello, hello, hello. Well, George, what's all this? My! My! I'd almost forgotten. So it's your birth- day, is it? Well, isn't it luck I just happened to bring this along with me? fhanding George a large oblong packagej. GEORGE. Oh! Gee! I bet it 's a cowboy suit I tearing of the wrap- ping and disclosing the Messalot Plaster Modeling Set. Wit-h at puz- zled look j Where's the cowb-1 FAMILY fall shouting at once to cover up this unpardonable breakj. Ch, isn't it lovely? Oh, just what you wanted, George! Look, George, at the sweet little cat the book shows you how to make. MOTHER funder cover of the din, in a stage whisperj. George, go thank Uncle Everett for the lovely present this instant fa gentle shove sends him in the way in which he should goj. GEORGE I without convictionj. Thank you, Uncle Everett. UNCLE EVEEETT. Don't mention it, old man. Now just watch me while I show you how to make a pig trolling lumps of putty in pellets which he sticks together in a hgure which he fondly flatters himself needs only the breath of life to become a real pigj. Works and Days i271

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THE HISTORY OF THE REDWOOD TREE HROUGH aeons of time the Redwood's mighty tops have .1 X risen to the blue sky above. Rivers have changed their It courses, mountains have melted into plains, and the very 11.5, cliffs have receded, giving way to sunlit beaches, but the ygx- ,Qi Redwood tree has survived all the ravages of the ele- Z ments. The Redwood was a full-grown tree when the 748 , 1-if, pyramids of Egypt were being built and Rome came into 'L i' - . the full measure of her pomp and power. I On through the ages these trees have stood. Lightning has struck them down, fire has destroyed their mighty trunks, but always a lovely new growth has sprung from the heart of the parent- tree and in its turn rises above the tree tops and becomes one of the great Over-lords of the forest. This Redwood is the emblem we have chosen for our school. As it grows only in California what could be more appropriate than one of these beautiful trees planted here in the court? Here, in the years to come, its lofty branches shall slowly rise above the roof-tree, receiving daily the loving homage of generations of girls. A Redwood tree is the emblem on our school pin. It symbolizes to us the eternal steadfastness and undying courage that goes to make that wonderful something we call The Burke Spirit. FRANCES MACE, '23, ALADDIN The magic door had locked and all was still As death, yet, dazzled, thrilled, and terrified, He tried to realize the wondrous scene: The endless marble halls, the flowering trees Which rose at either side with precious fruits, Of opal, jade, and amethyst, the jars Of brass, the distant clouds of amber light, The perfumed air. He sought his way along, Shocked by the hollow echo of his steps, Till out upon a terrace paved in gold, He came. Here silent fountains played, and two Strange trees with ivory trunks and branches carved In grotesque shapes rose up to meet the earth, ' And here below, weaving about itself A mystic spell, staining the crystal niche Witli violet-tranquilly burned the lamp! MARJORIE EATON, '20. Works and Days T291