Girls High School - Journal Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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fsill, i1l T' A Buttercup gurl A little yellow buttercup Stood laughing in the sun, 'l ,x1'Ki X lun The grass all green around it, X Nu The summer just begun., Its saucy little head abrim 'V Ui With happiness and fun. MF Near by, grown old and gone to seed, A dandelion grew, To right and left with every breeze His snowy tresses flew, He shook his hoary head and said, I've some advice for you. Do'n.'t think because youire yellow D The golden days will last, I was as gay as you are, once, But now my youth is past. This day will be my last to bloom, The hours are going fast. Perhaps your fun will last a week, But then you'll have to die. The dandelion ceased to speak, A breeze that capered by Snatched all the white hair from his head, And wafted it on high. His yellow neighbor first looked sad, Then cheering up she said: If one's to live in fear of death, 1 One might as well be dead. The little buttercup laughed on, And tossed her yellow head. JULIE WHITE, December, '19. :nal 059:15 leigh Qcbnnl Qlnurnal fj 1 Q J U N E, 1 9 1 9 Page Twenty-one

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Finally, as the room seemed fading away into oblivion and only the bright, star-like eye of his strange visitor remained fixed to his gaze, the masked man spoke in a voice that seemed to make a vast ocean of sound out of which only a word or two could be distinguished now and then. Have come from far awaylv the voice began and went on over endless rivers of sound while McArthur's tired brain tried vainly to follow his words. Into a great country- the voice went on. Here McArthur became more drowsy and, at last, as he was sinking into the delicious nothingness of oblivion, the final words of the masked figure stole into his cons'ciousness: will lead you there, and the voice ceased. McArthur turned over on his side, smiled a last weary smile, and followed the intruder to the Great Country of which he had spoken. The smile still remained on his pale face when his housekeeper and only friend, jolly Mrs. Polly Sands, entered the room and found him lying there. I FRANCES I. FRIEND, June '20. ' Q We're Like the Rest Oh, we are like the rest, And to Girls' High we're true, i Then though we were the best, Three-thirty made us blue. So thank you Dr. Scott, And Girls' High Faculty, We love you now a lot, For like the rest are we. 'T was three o'clock then, and many a sigh, A half hour more and many could die, Now three o'clock comes and sighs are no more, For at the three o'clock bell, we dash for the door. DOROTHY MORGENTHAU, '21 GEMS leigh Q: nnl I Page Twenty JDU N Ei ngtgraag

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,....-.--1' '? 5l 1 -H ' 1111 . 11 1 1 1 '1 1 1 f -11 '1 91 ll 2 I ?Qf7fe'f : 9 V's,t, fk:,fi . f 155 I v, Q 1 12.1 - T 1 I1 11 ,1 The PIay'5 the Tlzzngn ' RqyAs11'51y, 439 we 1111 mb Av! Have a Heart, Pollyanna. This Business Before ,2'M 5135 Pleasure? dOCS1l,t work when the paper says Fair 211, 1, 1 gm U111111- --ii 11111111.., Q and Warmer. Vacation comes soon, and Fm Going F U .11illlmmHHHHHHW! ,931 Upn to see my Country Cousin with De Luxe Anniej' er,r Fav HHH 4? who is a regular 'fPo1ly With a Past. She has a AAy jf-1' Canary Cottagev-only a Parlor, Bedroom and Bathi' C l 'Q' N - Twin Beds, of course. 'tChanticleer crows every 1 2233 morning, Daddy-Long-Legs crawl Upstairs and y i gif 111111. ..., ' mHmH ,.11f1VHH 04 Down, and you can wear a 'cPinafore with no Furs M1 4 - 5 and Frillsfi But take care to Watch Your Step? when L1 1 '3'5'111a if VK? Q.f,,,.'5Bf' you Come Out of the Kitchen, for you must Turn to , the Right to get a Peck of Picklesf' My cousin is I Katinka,', a Quaker Girl, who married 'fMister Antonioj' the Man Who Came Backi' last Maytime after visiting Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm? Theyire regular Newlyweds and believe in the High Cost of Loving as Lord and Lady A 'E Algyf' They ought to-they've had EXperience.,' l 1 l 1 1 V211 IEUIE. 1.11! 'liilff 'l , . 111K!' if ,1 .lf 111, 'ill 1 j1z.i J 1 1'21E, '1i:f1'i' N M 1 M 1. .U1 1, 1, .21 1. ill'fI 11,1 . 1 1 1 , I F, 2 - 1, ,Q11 ,A Oh, Dearli' give a Kiss to Cinderella for me and also give her our Blue 1 1 1 Birduwhich the Man From M,eXico, who is now in Arizona,',has. Good Gracious, 1 1 Annabelle, donit be On Trial - Let's Go -either Yes or Noi, Well, So Long, 11 Letty.,' Write us Nothing But the Truth about Mary's Ankle and Bill and 1 E1 Goo, As You Were going to do. What Nextf' you Boomerang ? ELEANOB RAAS, December, '21, 1 M111 V THERESE KUTNER, December, '19. 1 ii ' 3 If ' 1 n n 5121215 1 1111 11 T 11151 57 . 1 H ave You H mm'- That Helene Vosper plays the piano? 111151' That Anita Berendsen occasionally rides horseback? That Kathryn Morris hates school? A Qi ' That Gertrude Rosenthal edits our JOURNAL? 1 That Edith Wormser looks like Fanchon? That Bernice Waterman dreams about the JOURNAL? That Helen Perkins wants to get thin? I That Helena Zuckermann comes from Los Angeles? I1 1 1 SE J l c15irI5 leigh Scbnnl Qlnurnal Page Twenty-two J U N E, 1 9 1 9 H nb