Philadelphia High School for Girls - Milestone Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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And as their bright lips sang they caught So beautiful a ray, s That, as I gazed, I almost thought The spirit of their lay Had left, while melting in the air, . Its sweet expression painted theref' Gradually their faces disappeared, and the music alone remained. Where had I heard those words before? Why were the strains of music so familiar? As I mused, the sweetest, most winning little girl took her place before me, and I knew who the author of the verses was, Alice Rodman, our poet- ' Thy fame the archives of the world do now unfold, and future times shall tell, too, of thy renown. s ' r As the harp continued playing the refrain of the song, I wondered again why the strains were so familiar, and at thethought, our great musician, Ida Orum, seemed to stand beside the instrument, and I realized that Ida's aim in life' had been the quest of happiness from music. . He who works in rhythm carries ever a song in his heart to lighten the burdens of life. The music continued, and Matilda McNasby rose before me. A foot more light, a step more true than hers we really never knew. On, still on, the harp played, and with its persevering, pure and precise rhythm I was carried along till I saw before me dozens and dozens of little girls and boys. Lena Rutberg -and Amelia Reeves, with true epitomes of school marms, purity, propriety and precision, were trying their best to show that I seen, you was and the many more such, are incorrect, and I beheld on their faces the assurance that keeping everlastingly at it might bring success. , I just then the harp gave forth a phrase of tremendous happiness, and the great chemists, Drs. Lavie, otherwise Estelle Levy, Jane Murrow and Blanche McNeill appeared, each holding in her hand a beaker of some chemical substance. Their happy faces seemed to say 25 . .

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9,0 - If , Q 'I I I Twill The Prophecy He who works in rhythm carries a song in his heart to lighten the burdens of life W1 'l A 11 e nna Ross and I were taking our much longed-for trip abroad, we were rambling l a ong a country road in England, and happened to come upon an old unoccupied house. It was an object of curiosity and we stopped to gaze. The early -part of the afternoon had been dark and h ' ' ' s owery, but it was clearing off now, and though sullen clouds still hung overhead, yet there was a tract of golden sky in the west, from which the setting sun gleamed through the dripping leaves, and lit all Nature into a smile. Stepping inside the house, I seated myself on a window-sill, and was musing, as oneiis apt to do at twilight, on past scenes and early friends, and indulging as Irving writes in th t k' d J, , , a in of melancholy fancyin g which has in it something sweeter even than pleasure. All l a one I sat, for Anna, now a world-famous scientist and artist, had left me to seek more treasure for her art-art which a reat cr't' h 1 ic as said resembles oetr for in each ! are numerous graces which no m th d ' ' e o s teach, and which alone a master hand can reach. I was suddenly startled by a harmonious droning rhythm vibratingthrough the air, and finally these words became audible- ' . She has come! Our watch is through, , Hear, Oh Prophet! Hear whats' true! Lo! By my side stood an enchanted Eolian harp, upon the strin f h' b . . . V gs o W ich the gentle reezes rose and fell, bringing forth melodies. And, as I looked I seemed to see a circle of girls standing where the sun beamed do 5 wn upon them, their faces rapt and happy as, singing, the beautiful strains accompanied them. Led by Edith McMullen, the sweet voices of Alice Pollock, Isabel Reilly Reba Russel and Ann M , a ae Schilpp delighted me so much, that I knew these girls were making the worldhappier' day by day with music. . ' O4 -1 Y V -M VL VJ A -Z Y AY- :ig 'I HT AV I H -H in g -ind' V Y H .ami-V

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that at last they had found the solution which, by the addition of any element, would produce the compound required bv any chemist at any time, at any risk, no matter how great. , A moaning, wailing harmony brought with it Edith Reynolds and julia Rogers, two nurses, as I could tell by the liniments and bandages they carried. But as the minutes passed the moaning harmony passed 1 away. With the cheerful refrain, I saw the bright, laughing faces of the two girls, as though their- gentle, quiet ways, as well as their medical knowledge, had brought relief to many sufferers. q Gay, yet soft and sweet music lingered now on the summer air, and with it came the fragrance of Nature after a refreshing rain. All around, I seemed to be literally held a prisoner by the hordes of flowers that hadso suddenly sprung up. And there among the blossoms, perchance sweetest of them all, stood' Ada Pendlebury and Mary Lafferty, the fine flora- culturists. Something, somebody was wanting-I could tell by the harp's melody-what, who could it be? I knew, for just then Bessie Kunkle appeared in view, and the circle was complete. I distinctly heard sounds of talking, and upon concentrating my attention in that direction, I heard Dr. Kunkle say something about starting tomorrow. I knew what she meant, for I had heard rumors while yet at the High School. Margaret Oliver and Elizabeth Quinn had contemplated, at that time, conducting tours to the birthplace of Burns, and other spots where mementoes of the Great were kept. I had no doubt their plans had been carried out. Then I heard Dr. Kunkle, who, by the way, always went along on these trips, to be handy in case of broken bones, say that she said the other girls were going out West to visit Haselwood Rust and Mildred Numbers, who had settled on a ranch. I knew who those other girls were,for while in America, I had travelled with them for some time. First of the girls was Emily Patman, our literary girl, who was taking this means of hunting up backgrounds and plots for her novels.. Next came Elsie Maier and Gladys Kilbourne, designers of such skill and fame, that the cities of the world vied with each other in the possession of their art. Then came Anna McGary, our elocutionist. CDid you notice . 26 Jininnnx l 1- as L Q H Q. 4 .4 f T- ' 'TY' , Titian. 5? P l 1 I