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

Page 32 text:

W O R K S A N D D A Y S Nineteen Twenty-three-Twenty-four I hear. Beatrice. Williams held the position for a while. She is taking pictures for the Pathe News Weekly now. Wrote Beatrice to me: I've been taking a time exposure of Chief Ug-Ug-Gr-R for three and a half months. But then we cannot always have sugar in our coffee, and patience is a great virtue. Gertrude Gregory has been working very hard, too. You remem- ber how exquisitely she used to play for us in the chocolate room? I saw her in Chicago the other day, on the campus, playing for the Salvation Army. The little red and blue poke bonnet was ever so fascinating, and many a penny has she coaxed from those noisy college boys, I assure you. Trust Gertrude. Elsie Sullivan, poor girl, has been very ill. She was dining with the Prince of Wales, and alas! she dropped her salad fork. Picture Elsie, mantled in blushes, stooping for the fork! Brain fever fol- lowed, but when I stopped to see Frances Cahn at her Golf Shop and' Gymnasium, she told me that 'Elsie was convalescing nicely. Of Margery Loewe you probably know. She has been a most active alumnae, and is always bringing wonderful celebrities up to the school. Her acquaintance is very wide, especially in the realm of Drama, which is another fleld by the way that Esther Ehrman has invaded. All who see Esther as Lucia di Lammermoor in the mad scene are prostrated. I must have told you of nearly everyone. Our dear president, I-Iettie Stephenson, has a busy life now. She is matron of the North- western Pacific Ferry. She acquired a great love for the location in her early youth while commuting to Ross, and so is very well placed. She makes a very lovable figure in her spick and span cap and gown. Helen France has a very remunerative position as illustrator for Mr. Muzzey's history textbooks. I am afraid we never fully appreciated her work in the old days. Phyllis Meyer, besides her opera, has just published an extremely interesting book, Spanish at a Glance. Elizabeth Truby is in Chicago. The Tribune sent me an invitation to a newsboys' dinner that dear Elizabeth was giving on February zo-her birthday, you remember. However, there are two girls whom I have not heard from defi- E281

Page 31 text:

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

Page 33 text:

Nineteen Twenty-three-Twenty-four M I S S B U R K E ' S S C H O O L nitely-Louise Burmister and Claire Fennel. They were both such domestic girls, though, that I really suppose they are both happily married now. Louise is probably sketching sweetly by some one's fireside. Claire never painted much, but she was just the type for a Fireside, too. That is the history of the class of 1924, cherish their memory. And as for me4my story is short. I was in Thibet laying off a golf course for the Lhasians, but a handsome monk, and the high hills, caused heart trouble, and I am now but a poor gypsy fortune teller. Sincerely yours, I-IALLIE KEATING, 'z4. K. C. '28 gflhl ,K ' pi 'AJ AE, lu' . E291