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

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A' Page of O. Henry All is not gold that glitters, but it is a wise child that keeps the stopper in his bottle of testing acid. . ' - - A story with a moral appended is like a bill of a mosquito. It bores you and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience. i......l-.-l-l- The greatest treat an actor can have is to witness the pitiful performance with which all other actors desecrate the stage. j,. There are two times in a man's life when he gets into bad company-when he's dead broke and when he's rich. I'1n not much fond of New Yorkers and Manhattan is about the only place on the globe where I don't find any. I . , .1...i . East is East and VVest is San Francisco, according to Californians. Califor- nians are a race of people. They are not merely inhabitants of a State. They are the Southerners of the West. 1 Fortune, Chance and Adventure are given as synonymous in the dictionaries. To the knowing, each has a different meaning. Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is a road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the road- side. The face of Fortune is radiant and alluring, that of Adventure flushed and heroic. The face of Chance is the beautiful countenance-perfect because vague and dream-born-that we see in our teacups at breakfast while we growl over our chops and toast. 'I A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking any- thing else. ' If there is one thing on earth .utterly despicable to another, it is an artist in the eyes of an author whose story he has illustrated. ' In the tropics the seasons, months, fortnights. weekends, holidays, dog-days, Sunday-s, and yesterdays get so jumbled together in the shuffle that you never know when a year has gone by until you are in the middle- of the next one. A When women want a hero, they can make one out of even a plain grocer the third time he catches their handkerchief before it falls to the ground. ' . Some students of human nature can look at a man in a Pullman and tell You where he is from, his occupation, and his stations in life, both flag and sooialg but I never could. The only way I can correctly judge a fellow traveler is when a train is held up by robbers, or when he reaches at the same time I do for the last towel in the dressing-room of the sleeper. d5ivI5 lamb Scbnnl Etnurnal Page Twenty-six J U N E, 1 9 1 Q

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I.. lil frlll FYI'- xx Ill limi hu- NN all lilo- -nux that for Cllgl 'ing I ix 'ur- hx' Ufll Vis, Will- UID nf I- 1'- ' XY S of ris- md ril- md uf- vill ity ifr- lys Ulf' on al fl Prominent Members of tlze 4B Class ANTOINETTE DI NOLA. GERTRUDE ROSENTHAL ROBERTA HAXVXHURST ...... HELEN PERKINS ........ . . . EDITH WVORMSER. . .. HELENE VOSPER ..... GLADYS MARX ....... DOROTHY ELLIOTT.. ........ HELENA ZUCKERMANN ..... DORIS HANDMAN .......... . Who Who is always afraid of losing her voice. advises all aspirants to the Journal editorship to forget it. Who Who Who Who Who has held the presidency for two terms. hates the boys and doesn't care who knows it. always has a delicious time. is the inyenue of the class. is going to wear her hair up for graduation. Who is Mrs. Prag's chief executive. .Who is always knitting sweaters. Whose hair is .04 mm!. thick, denoting brilliancy. Q Can You Imagine MAROELLA LAMEY. ......... As a ballet dancer? KATHRYN MORRIS .... . ...n.With a first sections? VERA MCKNEW ....... ...In the Detention Class? HELEN PERKINS ........... Without water wave? ROBERTA HAWXHURST ..... D . With a 4? ANITA BERENDSEN ..... . . ..With black hair? ' JANE SILVERBERG. 4 . . EDA CHICHIZOLA .... . . ..In a convent? . . ..As a chorus girl? ELIZABETH LYNCH .... . . .As a movie queen? EDITH CAVAGLIA. .......... Not wanting someone to buy a Journal? GERTRUDE PIOSENTHAL ..... .Without a worried expression? GLADYS MARX ............. Pale and languid? ' DOROTHY ELLIOTT AND MARION HARRIS. .Not together. 050:15 leigh Bnbnnl 3Ium:naI J U N E, 1 9 1 9 Page Twenty-five

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l K lr CX' is ll. lil- ed Si' wl SL 5. ET Atl l: 'n JC ul 'a S om eh ow Dzjjrerenz' . Q' . - , - . - I - ' V HE guns had ceased firing, but battles of hatred still raged i11 many an unsatisfied.American heart. Captain if Clyde Hill, one of the first to enlist when the clarion QQ call came, had not set foot on French soil until one kt Q - day before the armistice was signed, and when he h' 'H learned that the world's greatest war was to end with- gi r 0 K I' out his even experiencing the thrill of fighting for his ' 0 Q1 . flag, he wept like a child. He was a bitter man, indeed, l 9 A H when sent to command the troops in occupation of a gn-. .h - Q m GSl'll12111.V1ll2lgC, for.the' very air beyond the Rhine ' ' ' ' seemed impure to him, and the sunniest of German skies seemed filled with leaden clouds. One day, as he walked along the street, comparing in his mind's eye the neat pavement before him with the torn ways of some desecrated Belgian -village, l1e'was attracted by the small figure of a woman carrying, with difficulty, a basket of provisions. He smiled grimly. How many women of France had been forced to carry sacks of Hun provisions, five times as heavy! Suddenly the figure halted and swayed a little, as if about to faint. Captain Hill hurried to her side, more curious tha-n sympathetic. The woman was very young, very beautiful, very pale, and as he stood, undecided as to action, she smiled faintly. H Pm all rightf' she said in English. I haven't'had time to eat much lately. Her voice was tired, but not complaining. Upon hearing English spoken, Clyde was all sympathy. He offered his arm to the girl for support, and lifted her weighty basket with ease. She thanked him quietly, and they walked on, without speaking. You are Captain Hill, I believe, she finally said. I am Gretchen Schwartz? Clyde stiffened. Gretchen Schwartzj' he repeated slowly, pronouncing the words with marked distaste. When you spoke in English I thought you weren't German. I am sorry. He placed her basket on the pavement, saluted haughtily, and walked away. G The weeks passed, and Clyde saw Gretchen often. He thought his attitude towards her had been perfectly proper, yet he felt strangely ashamed. Once as they passed on the street, their eyes met, and he was relieved to see that she looked at him reproachfully, rather than coldly. ' As time slipped by, he thought of her more and more. He wondered how' a simple villager spoke English with such ease, a-nd why her manner seemed foreign from the others about her. She was somehow different. One evening, after a slight disturbance between soldiers and villagers, a Woman, frenzied because Clyde had placed her husband under arrest, hurled a stone at him. It struck his temple, and he fell tothe ground. A score of irate villagers grasped missiles of every sort, but the clear voice of a girl forbade further action. If you all want to be shot, she said rapidly in German, you can kill him. If you want to live, I advise you fnot to harm him. The villagers drew back. With the slightest effort any one of them could have thrown her aside, but her cool voice and flashing eyes compelled the atten- d5i1:I5 leigh Sthnnl Blnurnal J U N E, 1 9 1 9 Page Twenty-seven