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

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, - -s while she was reading just now There's a charm in her delivery, a magical art, That thrills, like a kiss, from the lips to the heart ?j 'And so the world has noticed it, too, and Anna takes turns giving pleasure to the people in the various parts of the globe. Our orator, Mabel Purdy, was no doubt traveling with the rest, for she is constantly called to distant states to take her place in the famous cases. Mabel, our student of Latin, arise-we'1l sing forth thy glory as high as the skies. The flowers were gone, but the music still sounded. and my reverie now brought before me two more of my classmates, Mary Landell and Helen Remington. Imagination played such havoc that I could see two adjoining houses, I knew not if in Washington or Wilmington. just then, Helen's daughter, Alice, ran in to Aunt Mary for the never-failing Graham wafer, and little Will sought protection of Helen from Mother Mary, just as the old saying, spare the rod and spoil the child was to be negatively demonstrated. ' A As the harp continued its contented melody, Eva Leslie happier, brighter than ever, rose before me, and I knew Eva's genial nature had found its happiness in giving to those who were in need,-for she is the head of one of the greatest charitable institutions in the world. Q The song which all Germans love- Die Lorelei -now came from the harp, and Louise Miekley arose. Ah, professor of German-so you have turned your knowledge of that language, ever a wonder to A7, into higher channels, and now you in your turn explain the analogy of German to English, as for instance, hat er in your -tongue means hot air or heated atmosphere in ours. I ' As a gentle hand fell upon my shoulder, my last glorious vision appeared before me, and I beheld the smiling countenance of my dear friend, Helen Levering. I knew' Helen had not been idling her time as I had been. No, her life is spent in doing good for others- a friend in need is a friend, indeed. She lives and glorilies her name, not only by the good she does, but by the way in which she does it-silently and well, thoroughly and beautifully. Gradually the music had become fainter and fainter-now slowly faded away. It ceased, I I 27 G' -

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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

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may wg-7-A VP' V f M ,,,,, ,lf . 1 V - 3:1 . 1 5- gagging ll ., . l ,ly ,...! ,Ing f 1,4 . -. We I the harp Was gone-the charm was broken, and I came back to this material World realizing 1 that Anna had returned and Was ready to go on. When We reached the door, I discovered 2' that While I had been musing, a storm had risen and passed and now a beautiful rainbow lilled the sky as a fitting climax to my reveries. But girls-- Whate'er your fatesumay be- p And time alone can tell,+ ff Day by Day may love enfold thee, lg Sunlight iill thy Way, Hands of tender keeping hold thee, Q Day by day. l c c , RosE S. LANGSTADTER. A 1 if 9 D D H399 shi if l I -l ,s 28 l 1 l 4 4, . P Mfg