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

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N ineteen Twenty-three-Twenty-four M I S S B U R K E ' S S C H O O L The past year has been marked by such notable events as the Senior Dance and Senior Day, both of which we shall always recall as among the happiest in our school life. The curtain is about to fall on our girlhood days. With what eagerness we have been looking forward to this time! Now that it has come, a feeling not unmixed with sadness and regret comes upon our hearts. We ask ourselves what have they all meant-these joys and sorrows and strivings of our school life! Who can say? One thing stands out clearly: through it all we have felt the inspiration to greater zeal, the generous help in times of trouble, the gift of kindly sympathy and understanding leading us ever to greater effort and to better achievement. That wonderful influence will always be felt no matter what our future in life may be. Miss Burke has planted in our hearts a devotion to this school and a faith in its traditions which will endure with us long after we have passed through its portals into the world and the problems there awaiting us. ESTI-IER EHRMAN, 'z4. 4 2 YL 3. ll ea- T r T417 Wea-N, ' E253

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WORKS A N D D A Y S I Nineteen Twenty-three-Twenty-four ix qs 60. ,K- 'X ! 54 CLASS HISTORY S' THE time approaches for our graduation a flood of pleasant memories sweeps upon me. As one of the oldest members of the class of '24, it is my privilege to record its history. The role of the historian is to adhere strictly to the truth of eras past and present but as the end of our journey draws near I can see the past only through rose colored glasses I i - ' . . . Down the long vista of years I see the little white schoolhouse on Broderick Street. It appears wrapped in a mysterious charm and dignity, which I am sure it really possessed. There, trem- bling in the awful shyness of the new girl, I met the other originals of the class, Marion McAllister, Frances Cahn, Florence Bostwick, Louise Burmister and Margery Loewe. We were greeted by Helen Sargent, the pioneer. After our sojourn of two years on Broderick Street, Miss Burke felt, possibly because of our presence there, that a new school build- ing was an imperative need. We participated, therefore, in the year IQI7, in the memorable dedication of our House of Dreams, and the inspiration of that occasion has remained with us since. Installed in our new home, our class was prominent in the many activities into which our school was plunged during the years of the Great War. , Three years later we reached a milestone in our history, for it was then that we attained academic standing. Our graduation to this new dignity was marked by an innovation which took the form of a play, which met with much success and in which we represented the various studies we had pursued in the grammar grades. No former class had ever held graduation exercises on a like occasion, and our Daisy Chain, therefore, retains a special significance. By this time the class had grown considerably in size, and each succeeding year brought us new members, so that now at graduation time we are thirty strong. The girls of ,24 have always been prominent in all school activities, and although we may not rank brilliantly as a class, we have some students of whom we can justly feel very proud. E241

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W O R K S A N D D A Y S Nineteen Twenty-three-Twenty-four THE CLASS PROPHECY OF 1924 PRESIDENT ALUMIWE ASSOCIATION OF MISS BURKES SCHOOL: DEAR MADAM: - You wrote me some time ago that your records of the class of 1924 were incomplete. Accordingly I have done a good deal of research work, and while I do not promise you that everything I say here is correct, I am sure that a good part of it is true. - I heard Mildred White last week sing Oskey Wow Wow, the mad heroine of Phyllis Meyer's new opera, and she was really divine in the role. She has grown much stouter, but you can still see some of the old Mildred in her face. At the end of the first act she came down to the footlights, and in such a natural way, gave us that musical giggle that so often delighted the study hall teachers in the old days! Then Virginia Phillips came out from the wings, and bowed. She was in blackface, which was a little peculiar, but genius will be tempermental. She wrote the saxophone obligato for this opera, you know. Who could have guessed our little Virginia would become so fond of a sax ? The joy of the occasion was a little dampened because jean Leonard was not there. She is in France winning a swimming cham- pionship, I believe. She had planned to go to Mars in the Balcom experimental rocket, but Olive couldn't find room for jeans tennis racket, and so that trip is off. Olive has been doing some astounding things these last years, and great things are expected of her. I-Iow many of our girls have taken to scientific fields! Look at Dorothy Coburn! She owns the largest factory in the West for making cracked glass. 'Do you remember what an adept in the art she used to be years ago, in our Old chemistry class? And then there is Clara Ophijls, the most prominent bacteriologist in the country. She is a trifle in- disposed at present, because the other day in her laboratory while observing some measles bacilli, gently stroking the little beasties with a blow pipe, she blew in instead of out. I-Iowever, after quaran- tine she will soon be in our midst again, I hear. ' Louise Zeh had a prominent box at the opera before mentioned, E261