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

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HELEN SKL1RIS CAROL FRANK JANICE JAMES HIGH TWO CLASS IN the Bavarian village of Oberammergau, near Munich, Gretchen and Gretl were watching a rehearsal of the famous Passion Play. Suddenly the loud throb of motors was heard, and the two girls rushed into the open just in time to see a packet drop from one of the gondolas of the Graf Zeppelin.” On the canvas cover, the words Oberammergau Mail” were clearly printed. Seizing the packet, Gretchen and Gretl ran to the postmaster, who opened the case and extracted a letter which came from Girls High School, San Fran- cisco and which read as follows: Dear Gretchen, I received the message which you wrote to the International Club, and I am as interested in Oberammergau as you are in the High Two Class of the Girls High School, San Francisco. While you are rehearsing the Passion Play, the High Two Class is pre- senting, in an Inter-class Play Contest, None Too Good for Dodo,” a play which is causing favorable comment throughout the school. Our class surpasses all others in initiative and in scholarship. The High Two Class shows a splendid co-operative spirit in all club activities. The president, Carol Frank; vice-president, Helen Skliris; treasurer, Frances Duffy; and cheer leader, Athy McCarley, are very anxious to write to girls in Germany about Girls High School and its splendid Student Body. Sincerely, Janice James, Secretary Beverly Hoffman, June ’33. 21

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DORIS BAUMBERGER GEORGINA KNIGHT ADA MARSH LO-THREE CLASS The dark and mystic River of GI-RLS-HI still flows over the same course it has followed for countless ages. Upon its warm and sandy banks lies Ancient City of LO-THREE. Down through long decades, this stupendous metropolis has thrived. No one knows whence it sprang. No one knows what strange power had created it to awe the universe. Pharaoh GE-OR-GI-NA of the KN-I-GHT Dynasty rules with an iron hand. 1 he gorgeous Palace JU-NI-OR houses the Pharaoh's imperial helpers; DO RIS BA-UM-BER-GER, who ascends the royal throne when GE-OR-GI-NA leaves it to survey her massive kingdom; A-DA MA-R-SH, w'ho keeps the daily records in hieroglyphics; AL-MA GRACE, who guards the coffers con- taining the immense wealth of LO-THREE; ED ITH HLJR-T-GEN, who keeps the fire of patriotism aflame in the hearts of all loyal LO-THREEANS; and SO PHIE PRES-COT-T, representative of Pharaoh’s people. In the shadow of the age-old pyramids, the world-famed JU-NI-OR RA-LLY was enacted and passed into history. This w'as such a glorious success that even the Sphinx, w'hose inscrutable countenance has regarded the desert solitudes for centuries, parted its stone lips to add to its praise. Doris Baumberger, Dec. ’31. 20

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MARY MAYER ELIZABETH JACOBS IDA MERRILL LOW TWO CLASS POOR Dirk! Wilhelmina's starched skirts were so voluminous and stiff that he couldn't sit nearly so close to her as he would have liked, but he was heartbroken anyway. The United States was so far from Holland, and San Francisco and Girls High School . . . well, that was even worse. Dirk broke the ominous silence with the morose remark, And you won't see the tulips bloom next spring, either, Wilhelmina!” Oh, well,” said that young lady, complacently smoothing her apron, I am sure there are tulips in California; and, though I’ll miss you. I’m sure to like Girls High and the splendid girls who go there. It must be a wonderful place! Listen to this! Their Journal says: The Low Two Class—that’s the one I’ll be in, Dirk—has always been known for ability and initiative. The girls in this class are very enthusiastic members of various literary clubs and sport organizations. This term they have surpassed all their previous efforts and have attained universal fame. The offi- cers are as follows: Elizabeth Jacobs, president; Mary Mayer, vice-president; Ida Merrill, secretary; Gloria Hamilton, treasurer; and Catherine Jacobs, yell leader. It is a certainty that this class will maintain high scholarship and leadership all through its school years.” ”Hm . . . ”—this from Dirk. Well, it can’t be so bad! Can it, old grouch?” No-o, I guess not . . . but I’ll send you some tulips anyhow, Willie, so that you won’t forget Amsterdam and me.” Dorothy Kapstein, Dec. ’31. 22 Mary Mayer, Dec. ’32.