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

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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

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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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Nineteen 'Twenty-three-Twenty-four M I S S B U R K E ' S S C H O O L and Claribel Rapp and jean Bailly were with her. jean is still as vivacious as ever, but-poor girl !-almost entirely dependent on a cane, she used one even in her schooldays, you know. Claribel has found her niche-caring for worn-out cab horses, misguided diatoms, and ill-assorted calories. Frances Stent has been helping her a great deal, but then, as she says, it is her duty. The years have dealt kindly with Frances, but their marks are there just the same. She has been busy, and there are silver threads amongst that golden hair. But she has accomplished more, perhaps, than any of us. She and Esther Ehrman have helped the suffering in this world, indeed! On Twin Peaks, far above the roaring city, and the madding crowd, where peace and plenty abide-they have built a beautiful home for de- crepit Mexican pups. Marion McAllister was associated with the home, but she has gone to Mexico to do research work for the de Young museum. Lillian I-Iuie has been appointed the art curator in the Legion Memorial gallery, as you already know, of course. And how happy dear Lillian is pottering about in the midst of her treasures! But it is strange how few of our girls have married! For instance, take Mary Searles. I thought that she, at least, would be happily married, but when I met her on the street the other day she assured me she had not deserted our ranks. Florence Bostwick was with her. Dear I-Iorsie received an offer from Flo Ziegfeld the other day, but she was too proud, and turned it down. When I saw her she was on her way to South America to help several revolutions along. Phyllis Potter was sailing with her. She is representing an automobile horn firm. She always did have a Hare for a siren. Marcia MacDonald received the same offer, but instead she went to Samoa, where she is teaching aesthetic dancing to the cannibals. I have the blithest snapshot of her, with her little brown-skinned darlings skipping in the surf in adelightful dance called Greeting the Sun, Will We I-Iave Martha or Mary for Breakfast? The position that Marcia holds has an interesting history -Helen Sargent had it for a while, but since the aborigines possessed a silly little habit of boiling the tenderest missionary at the most inopportune moment, she resigned, and is in a terrible nervous state, E271