Berkeley Hall School - Yearbook (Beverly Hills, CA)

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SHEIK SHAKESPEAREANS by Kim Austin This year, with the help of Mrs. Dlouhy, the Ninth Grade has studied many interesting and renowned au- thors. We began our studies with Edgar Allan Poe's HTelltale Heart,H HThe Raven,H and HAnnabel Lee.H We found that Poe, besides being a poet and writer, was a critic. We produced the nMikado,H a famous comedy by Gilbert and Sullivan. We, then, came to Shakespeare. We studied HAS You Like Itu and acted out par- ticular parts of the play. Here we discovered our romantic actors. Next we studied Shakespeare's HA Midsummer Night's Dream.n This was a poetic comedy having much to do with fairies and explained many beliefs of past centuries. Homer's Odyssey finished our course. We followed the adventures of Odysseus and learned much of the Greek traditions, ways of life, and beliefs of the gods. This story proved to be exciting as Odysseus met monsters, ghosts of the dead, and traitors to his country. I'm sure it has been an interest- ing year for all of us and one we will never forget. The year has greatly enlarged our sense of litera- ture by taking us from the Greek writer Homer to the modern day Gilbert and Sullivan. PROGRESS OR BEAUTY? by Carol Mau Many years ago, Berkeley Hall's campus looked like a beautiful little English village. There were quaint Shakespearian buildings surrounding a lovely acre of verdant grass. On this oval of green, were only two objects. One was a magnificent fifty year old monkey tree. Nearby a darling birdhouse was filled with fowls of every kind and color. A flock of ducks roamed freely about the oval, admired and petted by all. At different times there were rabbits with pink eyes and ears, and chickens who, to the great delight of Memphis, occasionally laid an egg. On warm days, many French classes were held on this green carpet under the shady tree. These grounds were perfect for the English style of the buildings, and both the buildings and campus complimented each other. Strangers to Berkeley Hall would visit the School and leave, much impressed by the beauty and serenity of the campus. f Now, when one looks at the campus of Berkeley Hall, they see some grass, a wall of chicken wire and a parking lot, full of cars. People remark: HThe twentieth century is here. Everything and everyone must modern- ize and catch up with this progress.H Can't we progress and not lose our 9 beauty. HOW DO I LOVE MY FATHER? I 'How do I love my father? Enumerate the ways: I love him for his stature, strength, and smile, I feel his presence when he is away, I love him for his very words the while He seems provoked at my clumsy manner, For I know that his tenderness is there, To me an ever faithful, shining banner, Proclaiming love that is so staunch and fair. I love him for his firm and guiding hand That guides against the world's material wrong. I love him for a home more sweet than grand, Where life for me is one long tender song. I'll love him through eternity, for his spirit's grace, Locked in my heart and framed,-my father's face. Janalee Meyhaus, Ninth Grade

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y in HTHANK YOUH Among the various jobs that are done on the campus is the upkeep of the school grounds. The beauti- ful trees and flowers which flour- ish among the buildings are always well kept and clipped. Stop and think how Berkeley Hall would look if it had not the expressions of Mother Nature. Many schools are not so fortunate as to have the grass which we enjoy. The trees, grass, flowers, and shrubbery are evidence of all the love ex- pressed at Berkeley Hall. The gratitude for the effort of making the food often slips the minds of many. Though we may not be aware of the superb excellence of the food, we show our apprecia- tion by the servings we take. This article is only a small note of our appreciation to Memphis, Mrs. Thomas, and all who are in- volved with making Berkeley Hall as grand as it is. THE MUSICAL SUPERWOMAN! by Steve Arthur Many programs are given at Berkeley Hall during the year.Every grade enjoys giving a Christmas program. All students above the Fourth Grade take part in Commence- ment Day. And, of course, there are always the Intermediate and Junior High assemblies taking place during the course of the year. Without the music, none of these would express the beauty, care, and love sowed into them. Who,many ask, is the master-mind, the incredible superhuman, the brain who guides this complex labyrinth, delicate, always off-key operation? Why, Mrs. Purtle, of course. Who else can make the worst, most unbearable choir in the world sing on key? Why,Mrs. Purtle, Silly. Yes, Mrs. Purtle, many are those who understand that without you the beautiful tree of Berkeley Hall would be missing many of its leaves. STARDOM AT THE NINTH GRADE TEA by Christine Morse The doorbell rings! Suddenly silence reigns. Fifteen eager heads turn toward the hall leading to the front door of Mrs. Lewis's lovely home. The door opens..the room is filled with suspense..Then a little head peeps around the corner. Ohl It's a Seventh Grader and her mother Whewl we can relax. Now all we have to remember is to..ah..uh..oh! gosh! what are we supposed to say?-- Oh, yes, HHow do you do, Mrs. ---- . May I present ---- .H Here they come down the line now, help! ---- Well, that wasn't too bad, in fact, it was kind of fun. 1 Can't you remember that first invitation received from the Past Officers of the Berkeley Hall Mothers' Club? It was in Seventh Grade, and I know exactly how it is. You are excited and a little nervous about it for a whole week. Then the day comes and you dress in your very best. When you arrive you're filled with at the home, anticipation and try to remember your manners. Things rush through you ring the doorbell! your mind as Then the door opens..it seems as if you step into a magic land. All around there seems to be a blur of dazzling colors. Then you see a line of girls. Oh! those must be the ..Whatl They couldn't be the same girls we play baseball with?! But they are! They look like goddesses in their pastel formals and their faces are radiant with Joy. Then you walk on down the line and shake them. Oh! What hands with each of fun it is, and you are already next year, and looking forward to then the next when you will be in the Ninth Grade and it's your stage, and you are the star. Well, now that you've made it, how does it feel to be a star? This year our thanks go to Mrs. Lewis for her lovely home and to the Past Officers for the wonderful goodies and tea, and careful plan- ning which made May ll, 1963, a perfect day! .-..........1.....1