Berkeley Hall School - Yearbook (Beverly Hills, CA)

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History...Continued kings of the Intermediate Depart- ment and found new interests such as dancing, learning the simple rules of decimals, and being in- vited to the Sixth Grade Invita- tional Dance. The author of our adventures here was Mrs. Henry and the new adventurer was Jim Wait. All were nervous about the large jump between departments,but every- thing seemed to go smoothly. In our new chapter, grade, and department we were met by Mrs. Warne and Ken Crow. We were also met by the fortnightlies, picnic days, and our Fourth Grade friend, penmanship. Mrs. Dlouhy joined us for three years to lead us through Shakespeare, Hawthorne, and Longfellow. We also had the privi- lege of singing our own song on graduation day directed by Mrs. Purtle. Our eleventh chapter began a year of hard work introduced in the form of square roots and Constitution notebooks. The author was Mrs. Hall and the new adventurer was Nancy Kohler. We found it hard to work for our studies were interrupted by a day at the Disney Studios, another at the Huntington Library, and still another at the McMahans'. After a wonderful year we leave to begin our final year, the Ninth Gfadex Here eagerly awaiting us was Mrs. O'Connor with algebra book, gold pencil, and a slip of paper in hand. David Drake joined us in our final chapter and found himself along with the rest of us involved in algebra and French tests. We found ourselves making a shield, being hosts and hostesses at the Shield Dance, and writing articles for the annual. The girls attended a formal Tea given by the Past Officers of the Mothers' Club. Of all the books some of us have as yet to write, I do not think any will be remembered like the experi- ences we have had at Berkeley Hall. O Golden Morn by Beth Hill O Golden Morn, Lends spice to Birds soar and Enlivened with thy fresh and sweet perfume flowers now blooming everywhere, sweep the sky of winter's gloom, the heady springtime air. Your vibrant breeze betokens earth's awakening, As tiny seeds and tender shoots push through The warm brown crust where you were want to cling. Inspired, you paint our land with every hue. And man, now seeing, hearing earth's new rhythm Shakes off the shackles of a hate-torn world, Declares for peace, for harmony sans schism. Startles the sleepers with pure plans unfurled. What spark of truth has kindled this fresh scope? 'Tis the eternal spring! Our Maker gave us hope. Xiff N ZZ' 5' '---- 1 ' ' Y :af gf 1-:ir -ar --AA ff ' :anna 5-Ag ,