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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30 WORKS AND DAYS EDITORIAL . O my dismay I have been informed that an Editorial 'rj is expected from me. I capitalize the stupendous word I because the task it involves seems so monumental. tj As this is my first experience as an editor I do not T 5- know quite what is expected of me, but I have just ' ' been informed that the use of the pronoun we is L I Q, Q r the proper thing! , W q f To o back and iluralize this rolo ue which I have hewn gut of my vciiy soul is quse imiossible, and so, dear friends, indulgent critics and casual readers, I shall leave this foreword unchanged, ending with the classic we as follows: We have been very grateful for the zealous help of our Paper Committee, highly appreciative of the splendid drawings the girls have submitted and for the varied snap shots, and we are deeply indebted to our faculty, whose indulgence and interest has helped to make this issue possible. Go-forth wee hook and Htlzou lfring to any one A pleasure even passing swift, thy work is done. EDITH DOHRMANN, '23. TO MY MOTHER Bright star, would I were as steadfast as thou art, ' Whom homely virtue ealls her very owng Small seeds cy' gentle kindness have you sown Over the hopeless yield ey' some sad heart. With hravery have you stood each smart Without a single murmur or a moan. Oftimes for others' deeds, did you atone But from you courage never did depart. Perhaps with you always hefore mine eyes And my ship piloted hy your hright light Through many ehartless seas with hidden shoal, Will I my greatest longing sati.y y. To always he somewhere within your sight Content to die in vision mf my goal. JEAN MCLAUGHLIN, '23,