Anna Head School - Nods and Becks Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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Think, then, our! are hzmmn laearts had cause to turn against, So violent is his desire for vengeance that he sinks to the lowest depths and slays Hamlet through deceitg a poisoned rapier in an apparently harmless bout. Not until he is dying through his own machinations, does he realize what he has done to avenge his father and sisterg how insane he has been, and how villainous has been the king's management. Witli his dying breath he begs Hamlets forgiveness. A truly noble youth! SALLY T.AXY'RENCIZ JAGGER, '3O. f f Twilight Qrchestra Twilight is an orchestra Her symphony is clear But only they who listen close Her fairy minstrels hear. The ear attuned to music And the music of the spheres And something that's immortal Is gained by him who hears. So silently and softly Tread on the grass at eve, And hark to slender melodies The twilight shadows weave. BETTY GERWICIK, '30, 20

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Where you look on zu clad in motley and timel, aczrtes: outh and Man .' Arr HE Huctuatin intensi of Laertes' character is one of the - v ... . 8. . . ' ,f if ' most fascinating things in Hamlet. Of the same general x., 'Q . . . class, although a little different in rank, Hamlet and - 1 Laertes can be compared throughout the play, Hamlet, E bitter, subtly and cynically humorous, not quite willing , 1- to act drasticall until he is sure of his round, Laertes, , .s i Y 1 . - gay, courtly, not too serious,.but 'capable of good reason- ' f ing, and wild and heedless in his fury. In my mind, Laertes is a character which can never grow out of date. Shakespeares fame has grown on painting such people. Laertes is hardly dif- ferent from a young man of the twentieth century. Well-bred, gay, a sports- man . . . if he were to be transplanted to this day, even with its different customs, he would soon be able to fit in. He is dutiful to his country, king, and father, but once his duty is done it does not hamper him, and he is off to gayer life than the court of Denmark can give. Like many a youth of today, any objections his father may have are tactfully overruled, and the asking of permission is little more than formality. The paternal attitude with which he gives his sister advice is decidedly typical of an older brother, but he shows quick perception and foresight when he warns her not to lose her heart to Hamlet: his greatness weighed, his will is not his own. W'hen Ophelia shows her spirit and questions his own behavior . . . well, his boat is waiting, and he must hurry! And yet, peculiar to that time, he respects and listens to his father's long and preaching sermon on manners, morals, and philosophy. Beside that courtly youth, whom we know as Laertes, stands the man Laertes. The man who sways the people, that Antiquity forgot, custom not known , they call him lord. He is not reasonable, he does not weigh his actions and their consequences as would Hamlet. I dare damnation! cried Laertes, which is what Hamlet is trying to avoid. Laertes knows that his father was murdered. Without reasoning he turns on the one in whose care his father rested, as the murderer. But his actions here show the impulsive youth even in the man. A little persuasive argument from the king, the realization that Ophelia's madness is due in Part to her love for the prince, and he is ready to believe the king holy, and Hamlet fit to have his throat cut i' the church. He forgets that he and Hamlet were once almost brothers, and Polonius and Ophelia were the last persons Hamlet 19

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Beating with passion of glaafqnerr or of woe. The Lurczo an rancisco ng AN FRANCISCO, with its melodious name, its glamorous 5 '-1. 'ig histor its wharves and shi s its man -colored o ula- . Y' . . . ' Y . P P . , ' -.s- tion, and its hill. streets, is as colorful as m sterrous and ,tl v. , 5 I 7 7 Ag as beautiful as it was when Spanish dons paced its few 't V 1-ff and dirt streets, when uitars were heard at ni ht in its ' -' .Q presidio, where Conchita, the daughter of the command- . r , ig . . .via L i ante, danced with gallant Resanov, or when white- winged clipper ships made their stately way into its harbor, and hoarse bits of old miners' songs floated from the saloons which lined its plaza. Now the streets of San Francisco are many and lined with tall buildings which cut white wedges in the blue sky, Conchita Arguello sleeps in a little cemetery, Resanov in a frozen grave, the guitars are silent, the boats which come into the harbor are huge liners and above them fly with keen cool speed steel-Winged, man-made birds, and now the plaza is a quiet peaceful square. All seems changed, and yet, hovering over all is a glamour as haunting as that of old. One may still smell the salt, bilgy smells of the wharves, watch stevedores unloading ships, and hear the swish of the water against the piles. sails of gray hue no longer deck Fishermans XWharf but the boats are still deep blue, the smell of fish remains, and the soft voices of the fishermen are un- changed. In Chinatown men with quiet, aloof, impassive faces, and women with embroidered coats, and jade-ornamented hair still walk to and fro, the shops still display their stock of deer-horn, sandal-wood, jelly-fish and evil smelling herbs. In Little Italy topaz-eyed, slovenly women still sit in the sun on their doorsteps calling soft-vowelled gossip to their neighbors across the narrow, cobble-stoned street, in the tiny stores, which are decorated with sausages, cheese, tubs of fish and olives, and huge crudely-colored pictures of the Bay of Naples or Garibaldi, shopkeepers greet one with the same smile and bow. Telegraph Hill is as 'trowdyu and bowdy as ever, and the little Mission Dolores is still a quiet haven from the tumult of a hot and busy world. The old charm is gone, but it has been replaced by a new, no less fascin- ating or compelling, and like a rich warm color, which in spite of its deep impression evades description in mere stiff words, San Francisco still retains the friendly, hospitable cosmopolitanism which is its heritage from the Span- iards. ANNE Hus, '5O. 21