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

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KATHERINE KELLY LENORE MORDOFF ROSE SIEGEL HIGH ONE CXASS Urkytsk, Siberia, was experiencing its usual long Russian winter. The snow covered the ground with a white blanket. Occasionally the soft tinkle of sleigh bells and the tolling of kolakols” were faintly heard. In the home of the Michaeloffs, two Russian girls were enjoying refresh- ments. On the stove, a samovar was humming a tune as the water bubbled. Nadejda, it would be fine to know about American girls,” said Tamara. That samovar could tell us all we wish to know if it were only able to speak. Has it not been with mama and papa in San Francisco and —” Listen, Nadejda!” exclaimed Tamara, as the samovar let out a burst of steam and its humming changed to a murmur. In some strange way,” began the samovar, I have received the power of speech and can tell you about Girls High School, San Francisco. While your mama and papa were refugees, they maintained a Russian Tea Room in which high school girls enjoyed eating your mother’s fish pie, bouillon, and tea. Their conversation was mostly about the High One Class; and from their talk, I learned that the High One Class is the finest in die school. This group surpasses all others in lessons, athletics, and social activities. The girls have proved themselves wise voters by electing Lenore Mordoff, president; Katherine Kelly, vice-president; Rose Siegel, secretary; and Amelia Baer, treasurer. Were you girls there, you would agree that this is a 'Do or Die Class’.” Then, with a last spout, the samovar was silent again. Tamara Marteanoff, June ’33. 23

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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.

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PEGGY ROMADKA MURIEL BURROWS sally McMillan LOW ONE CLASS PRINCHSS Tavi, the only daughter of the Maharaja of Tanyanka, was dying. The Maharaja paced the floor, anxiously twisting his hands and knitting his bushy eyebrows. Tavi was very ill of a mysterious malady. Not any of his gifts, white elephants, dancing girls, fakirs, or sacred water from the Ganges would bring a happy smile to her lips. Singh, the slave, was ordered to get the lama. The servant disappeared and, wending his way through the thick jungle, delivered the message to the lama, a priest, who hurried to the palace. With knowing eyes he gazed at the young princess. There is but one thing that will arouse her. A message from some typical American girls will make her happy,” said he. A wireless was immediately sent to the Girls High School, San Francisco. Sally McMillan, the secretary of the Low One Class, received the message. This is the reply the freshies” sent back: We are the Low One Class of Girls High School. Our president, Muriel Burrows; our vice-president, Peggy Romadka; our treasurer, Sylvia Berman; and our cheer leader, Jean Kirk, will broadcast for you our class play, And the Villain Still Pursues,” and will sing our class song. We excel in scholarship and sportsmanship. We are small now, but you just watch us grow!” The princess, hearing this radio program, was so happy that she recovered; the lama was given a great reward; and the fame of Girls High School was proclaimed throughout India. Frances Newman, June ’33.