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

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Worksdailays 'A' EBB TIDE With her white face full of agony Under her dripping locks, I hear the wretched restless sea, Complaining to the rocks. Helplessly in her great despair She shudders on the sand, The dull weeds dropping from her hair, And they pale shells from her hand. It is sad to see her lie in the dreary deep, With her beating, heaving breast, Sobbing herself to sleep, Here where she seeks her rest. Alas! for the sea, tired and lone, Why was there none to say The wave that strikes on the water-worn stone Must unfold and fall away. BETTY JEAN SHANEDLING, Ac. II .-49. Dark waters on a moonlit night, My only thought is that I should sink beneath your cool Glitter and find what is hidden In that billowing carpet . . . Every movement tells of The enchantment and the Mystic beauty, lying on the Other side of that Liquid sapphire wall . . . HERMINE KING, F -:fix-:ff I Zfi'-'f EBRUARY, Ac. IV

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W 0 r la 5 da D a y s H .... qt -..ri .... e ev.. -..cn Some people believe in miracles, but this one was certainly a hard one for Ramon and Maria to believe. Ramon had received an offer from an art critic to serve as an apprentice to a prominent artist in Rome for a year. The art critic had visited the school which Ramon was attending, and had been very much impressed with Ramon's work. This news was rather hard on Maria for she had never dreamed of such a thing, but she managed to show enough enthusiasm for Ramon, and besides, one year wasn't so very long, at least it didn't seem so, then. Well, preparations were started, for Ramon was to sail out on those unknown waters for Rome and the beginning of his career, in two weeks. During those last two weeks, Ramon and Maria began to realize how much they meant to each other, Maria felt this especially. What a faithful friend, and pleasant diversion from her rather monotonous sewing, Ramon had been, and yet if she hadn't set up the business, maybe they wouldn't have met. And so the day arrived for Ramon's departure. It was with a sad and longing gaze that Maria watched Ramon's ship sail out through che Golden Gate! When Ramon arrived at his destination, he took up his position right away and soon gained esteem. He wrote frequently and regularly to Maria who received his letters with eagerness. As time passed, however, Ramon's letters grew farther and farther apart for he had wrapped himself up in his work and he could think of nothing else, not even Maria. Meanwhile, Maria had made enough money to finance the building of a nice comfortable home, which was soon nearing completion. Her brother had married a young girl, who had become heiress to a large fortune in the oil industry, so he was taken care of g but her father had grown too old for workg therefore., she was the sole support of her father and mother. It was with great excitement that the three of them had planned the new home on a beautiful site on the same Telegraph Hill. In spite of all this cause for happiness, Maria knew that something was lacking. No matter how hard she tried, she could not keep the thought of Ramon out of her mind. He was famous now, a great painter with a large studio of his own, with crowds of distinguished people thronging his home and demanding his services, receiving medals from the nobility of all parts of Europe. He lived in a world entirely different from hers-across those waters, no longer unknown to him but which would be forever unknown to Maria Parietta. LUCY E. BALLENTINE, Ac. IV. -XX '-12 -Qt' iS

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Works Cv- Bays i' LAF CAD IO The sound of excitement Hlled the air as the ruddy faced men prepared the nets and baskets at Fisherman's Wharf, for today the fishing fleet was to sail for the first catch of the season. Lafcadio D'Annunzio, the best beloved of the young fishermen, stood by the door of his rude house, a few blocks away, bidding his wife Ilena goodbye. He was tall of stature and his usually gay, black eyes had a tinge of sadness in them. Don't worry about me, Ilena. I'l1 be all right. Really. Oh, but Lafcadio, look how black the clouds are and how murky and sullen the sea is. Although he knew the sea and sky were threatening in appearance, and a bad storm from the south was brewing, he feigned innocence of this knowledge. There, Ilena, let's forget about it, and remember, when I return I promise to go to Halfmoon Bay with you. Tenderly he kissed her and then strode quickly to the wharf, where he climbed into the hatch of the Golden City. The small crafts, with their gasoline engines sputtering, tugged vainly at their hawsers. Finally the word was given and they sailed, one by one, out of the harbor. No sooner were they beyond The Heads, than the storm struck. Tor- rential rain beat down against the craft as it pitched and rolled in the tempestuous sea. Look out! Here it comes . . . but before he could finish, Lafcadio was hurled unmercifully into the seething water. Frantically he groped about in the darkness and grasped at a piece of driftwood that lunged toward him from the battered boat. His bruised and slippery hands took hold of it and with a last spark of energy he clung to it. Frantically he held on, but his battered body could stand no more. His grip loosened and slowly he sank from sight. Early the next morning, as the sun was rising from behind the eastern hills, the fishing fleet came slowly into the bay. With heavy hearts the men fastened the hawsers and walked slowly to the fish exchange, for Lafcadio, their Lafcadio, had gone into the West, never to return again. ANITA RODIEK, Ac. IV. H-1:-' -'IG' ,fee QSX-