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

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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,

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Miss BURKE,S scHooL 31 THE LEGEND OF BELLS OF ST. ANNE'S A . n fl HEY were once beautiful thin s, those bri ht bronze bells in the old church tower. g g . Time had robbed them of their beauty and had left them worn and dull. Worst of all, tiny cracks appeared in the bells, little seams as small 'as the tiniest veins in a leaf,-then-slowly, their tones lessened and their clarion notes lost their splendid ring. The old sexton loved the bells dearly, and, fortunately for him, he did not notice their defects. But, ah, the people, they realized what had hap- pened, but would not confess it, even to themselves. The Bells of St. Anne's to lose their tones? It was not posrible. At last, most unwillingly they de- cided to examine into the condition of the bells. They mounted the rickety old stairs, the men bare-headed in reverence to their church. The sleepy sexton greeted them, but as he was deaf, he asked them no questions. Not a word was said as the bells were tested-not a word was said until all the villagers arrived once more in the street. Then, they reluctantly agreed that the bells were damaged beyond repair and that a set of new bells must be hung in the steeple of old St. Anne's. just then the old sexton came slowly down the stairs, something told him what had happened. Do not take away my beloved bells! he faltered with trembling lips. They are only a little out of tune, just a little, due to their long service and hard use. You are deaf, old sexton, you cannot hear how badly they sound, one woman said. But the grief of the old sexton touched the hearts of the people and they went silently away. Time passed, and somehow or other the bells 'were never removed. The town grew larger, people lived and died, and still the bells hung there, silent and unrung. The old sexton went to his long home and no one remembered the old relics in the tower. One night when the snow lay like a white blanket on the ground and everything was still except for the howling of the wind, a long-drawn sigh arose, heavenly sweet and mellow, far away in the distance. People left their tasks and hurried silently into the streets. They listened in an ecstasy of delight to the wonderful sounds coming from the old church tower. 'Tis the bells of St. Anne's, they cried. Look, there is a light in the tower, the ghost of the old sexton has returned to see his beloved bells and to listen for their heavenly tones. if 1 i f ffl