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

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28 woRKs AND DAYS Now, close to the end of our Senior Year, we are coming slowly to the wider waters of Life's Great Uncharted Sea-twenty-nine of us-we await that night when we shall cross the Bar --with varied emotions. Glad to try the great adventure, sure that love and faith will guide us, secure in the belief that we have been so lessoned that we shall meet what fate may send us hereafter bravely and with content we go forth. But in those days that are to be, again and again shall our thoughts return to the Alma Mater that has sheltered us so tenderly and we shall live over again the happy days of our sojourn within its walls, and the peace and joy we have always known there will descend upon our souls. ELIZABETH ATKINSON, '23. 'S D X iw par ttwiW0x?f?jd1m QM wmgigfllyillrla - vc,

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MISS BURKE,S SCHOOL 27 ' A. t 'J F 'gulf' 'A .A ' i CLASS I-IISTORY little, short, stout girl with dark curls and dark eyes climbed up the steep hill to the old school on Brod- erick Street. The second member of our class soon arrived. She was as fair as the pioneer was dark, and together we watched our group grow to six. Owing, doubtless, to our superior minds we were allowed to skip a half grade and this brought us nearer to our beloved Seniors whom we adored, each one of us having her special idol. We grew in numbers as the years went on, finally proving too large a group for the dear little Old White House on the Hill, and when we were Intermediate III's, we moved to our ,beautiful House of Dreams, from whose doors we go out, in a few weeks, as graduates. It was in this memorable year that we won the scholarship cup and ourjoy and pride were boundless! As a class of twelve, in the next year, we met with a terrible disappoint- ment-we were not allowed to have a school paper of our very own-even the prospect of becoming Academic I's in the near future, did not soften the blow! But we found our reward in being the first class to have a formal graduation from the lower school into the Academic Department. Again we won the scholarship cup and had visions of permanent possession which, alas, were dispelled by last year's Seniors, who proudly carried it off! How we loved our play, our white middies and the daisy-chain that we wound about the statue of our beloved Joan of Arc out in the courtyard! Throughout our four years of high school work, we have remained a sturdy, self-respecting group. We have tried to mind our own affairs and have been a willing class, in that we have tried to manage as far as possi- ble the affairs of all the other classes, whenever they were willing to allow this. We have had our ups and downs, but in the main, life has been very sweet for us, our voyage down the River of Learning towards the Great Sea of Knowledge, a very serene one. . cw fl N a bright September morning twelveyears ago, a p ea s? ? 3' 4 . f i

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