Katherine Delmar Burke School - Works and Days Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1920 volume:

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LANGUAGES . . . . .History . . . . .History ............English . . . . . . . . .Mat-hernatics . . . .Science and Textiles . . . .Science and History . . . .Latin R. M. Cox .......................... Mlle. A. Decourt .... ........ i ..... .... F r ench Mine. Aimee Lloeeunatntigyeltlt .... ...... F 'rench Senorita Maria Ybarra ................ ..... S panish INTERMEDIATE A. G. Wright Miss Barbara Burke M. Osterhaus Miss Helen Kennedy PRIMARY Clara Durbrow Miss Mabel J ob Miss Monica J. Adkins SPECIAL Mrs. Mrs. Miss Miss Miss Mrs. Mrs. Miss L. K. Burke .... M. F. Price . . Vesta Bradbury .... Frances Revett, '19 . . . Mabel Job .......... B. Purrington .... Clara Noonan ....... Lillian Sherwood .... Miss Marie Milliette ......... Mrs. Helen Baker Reynolds . . . Mr. J. Casad ......................... Miss Miss Miss Miss l4l OFFICE T. M. Buttner .................. Anne Hamilton, A'18 Mary J. McCone, ,18 . Maude L. Fellows ..... ................Si4per'Uisor Stenography and Typing ..................Drawing Assistant Drawing Folk Dancing Accoinpanist Folk Dancing Choral Accoinpanist Orchestra .Enrythinic Dancing . .............. .Tennis . . . .Druniniing ...Secretary Assistant Secretary .. . . . . .School Clerk Librarian, Coaching Works and Days Editor ............ Literary Editor ..... Business Manager ..... Assistant Manager .... Art Editors .... Post Graduate. . . . . Alumnae .......... School Activities .... Jokes ............ Assistant ...... School Notes .... DEDIOATION FACULTY SENIORS ............. . . . CLASS HISTORY ............ HTHE SENIOR DAILY ROUND EDITORIALS ................ LITERARY ................. ACADEMIC I, II, III ......... INTERMEDIATE AND PRIMARY . POST GRADUATES ........... ALUMNAE .............. SCHOOL ACTIVITIES ....... SCHOOL NOTES AND JOKES . .1 Works and Days 'STAFF QQQW CONTENTS . . . MARJORIE EATON, '20 RUTH WHITLEY, '21 HELEN HAWKINS, '20 ISABEL SHERMAN, '21 KATHRINE STONEY, '20 ANITA CHADROURNE, '20 GLADYS SCOTT, '20 ALYSSE ALLEN, '19 DOROTHY ROLPH McKEE, '17 CLARA VAN NESS, '20 NANNETTE DOZIER, '20 ELINOR NIELSEN, '20 DoRcAs JANE POWERS, '20 PAGE 2 . 4 . 7 ...15 ...16 .20 21 40 41 46 47 51 ...57 I51 MY DEAR GIRLS : In tl1is, the most disturbed and strenuous year in the history of the school, your quiet, steadfast purpose has won my loving respect and the sincere esteem and regard of the Faculty. Illness and consequent absence among the teaching force multiplied your difficulties and upset the routine of your lesson plans, and still your little group has forged bravely ahead-working faithfully every day. It may interest you to learn that the average of your daily attendance is far ahead of that of all other classes in the school. This regularity and purpose have made possible the good work you have done. Down through the wee people the classes have followed after you- and the school spirit, so strong in you, has held them up so that they, too, have risen above the tribulations of the days and all are coming to the year's end optimistic and on schedule. This is the spirit so much needed in these times-the spirit that fixes its purpose above and beyond the trials of the present and sees only the goal of accomplishment. Self-denial, self-restraint, the desire to help one another and the will to do-all these are here-the blessed uplift, making possible for me these difficult days. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote of those who, always looking upward, see only the stars above and of those who always, looking downward, see only the mud below. In going back over our association in work and in recreation, I know you will go on as heretofore, with your eyes uplifted, bent on achieving those ideals you know to be worthy, making no compromise with yourself, doing no injustice to others. For all that you have done to keep the faith, for the line, brave spirit you have shown throughout this trying year, dear girls of mine, I long to thank you as you deserve. But when the heart would speak The lips are dumb. Your friend, f wMaM4m 161 Works and Days Works and Days A DE I ,AIDE G1iII l l'1' H CLASS PRESIDENT Works and Days Works an d Days NAS N r:'r'lTE AIYEHRTAINT DOZIIZR A NITA CHADBUYRNI-I MARJOIIII: EATON HEI,IEN VIRGINIA HANN'KINS mol Works andDays I MARGARET LEE EVLYN MCTJAUGHI.IN E E Works andDays Ill Do HCAS JANE GAT.l,A'l'1N Po W NRS Emxou l 'Im1s'r1xrz NllCI,Sl'lX Works and Days GLADYS L0 WELL SCOTT BA1m.xlm CUNNINGHAM SESNON SWF .V K UI: E. ' Q Works r111dDays II3 fi' IQATHRINE STONEY C LARA X7AN NESS 1 W , 141 WorksandDays CLASS HISTORY As the oldest inhabitant next to Miss Burke, in tl1is House of Dreams Come True, the pleasant task of the pioneer's reminiscence is mine, and the story of my school life here is the story of my class. Twelve years ago in the sunny schoolroom at Pacific Avenue and Steiner Street, I took my first steps along the paths of wisdom. There were but twelve of us then, and I was the youngest of all. Very closely were we related in those days of affection and intimate understanding. Our numbers grew, and at our Valentine party we learned we were to move. Move we did that summer to the Little White House on the Hill. My tiny suitcase by this time was better filled-the pencil, and rubber, and primer, and pad of my early days had given place to a pen and a ruler and an envelope full of paper dolls, some keys, some beads, a penwiper, a Second Reader, a 'rithmetic book, and a 'jography. There was also a book in which were recorded such truths as: I live i11 San Francisco, San Francisco is on San Francisco Bay -written in my own hand, and quite legible to Miss Burke and Miss Durbrow, though to others they might seem to be in code. My class had grown by this time, but the others could read and write when they came and were not like me, a Charter Child. The new school seemed so large at first, the pergola so spacious, the hill so steep! By this time I had come from the Primary into the grades and with me came a group of happy little people. Only Barbara Sesnon of that earlier group up from Intermediate remains, and awaits with me our graduation night. In tl1e Academic I year our class had grown to its present size. It did not seem long before the new school became as crowded as the old one on Steiner Street. One day Miss Burke showed the girls the plans for this beautiful I-Iouse of Dreams Come True. Shortly after that the whole school marched up to witness the placing of our fiagpole. Before very long this beautiful building was completed and we girls had great fun moving books and such things as we could carry. Graduation night will have a special meaning to 1ne. It will mark twelve years of close friendship, twelve years that will be counted always as the happiest and most carefree of my days. When I have stood for the last time as a school girl beneath the arches of the pergola with my diploma in my hand I find myself wondering how far the uplift of my happiness in the possession of that long sought parchment will carry me from the heartache that is sure to come, when at last this beautiful House of Our Dreams Come True shall shelter me no 1nore! IIATHRINE STONEY, '20, Works andDays I151 THE SENIORS DAILY ROUND YVe 'deprive Clara, The Fairy Lady of Shalott of l1er mirror, lest sl1e endanger her future. Editor, School Activi- ties, 'WoRKs AND DAYS,, '20 Choral, '20, Publicity Commit- tee, '20. The Duchess , Elinor's War career makes her the rightful heroine of the Amazing Interlude . In '17 she deserted Oakland High for us. Manager Red Cross Cafe- teria Luncheon, '18, Manager Junior Cabaret Cafeteria, '19, Associated Joke Editor 'Woiuis AND DAYS,, '20. Guardian Angel ' ' Dorcas is singing Oh, Moon of My Delight quite prettily. She transferred from Rose- mary Hall, Greenwich, Conn., and joined us in our Senior year. Editor School Notes, CXVORKS AND DAYS ', '20. Inspirations ! 16 Works and Days Works and Days Yes, Tl1at's Her Hobby, to be sure. Gladys transferred from Tamalpais Union High, Mill Valley, tin 1918. Stunts Committee, Junior Cabaret, '19, Associate Art Editor LVVORKS AND 1jAYS,, '20. Little Raphael 'tVVl1en Barbara comes the world doth stand At gaze till she goes by. Publicity Committee, '20, Snap Shots 'WORIKS AND IJAYS, '20. 7 7 ' ' N ,9VQ1'ytl1lI1g'H Margaret has a violent time conserving her pep , Pub- licity Committee, '20, Head of Hospitality Committee, '20. Our Peter Pan H Helen stars in Puppets of Fate While the Universe pleads Justice , Class Treas- urer, '18, '19, Assistant Busi- ness Manager Woaiis AND DAYS, '19, Business Manager, 'VVORKS AND 12AYS,, '20, Class Vice-President, '20, Sir, slie said! l17l 'tTl1e Hours Steal By while Marjorie dreanis her dreams. Class President Spring Term, '17, Class President, '18, Stunts Connnittee, Junior Cab- aret, '19, Editor AVVORKS AND IYAAYS ', '20, H Buddha A Modern Tantalus is Adelaide, although entirely by personal preference. Tennis Manager, '19, Class President, '19, Class President, '20, '4Cur Little Muvver Nannette's talents are not liinited merely to the type- writer. Manager of Orchestra, '18, '19, '20, Class Secretary, '18, '20, Joke Editor 'WORKS AND DAYs', '20, Publicity Coin- rnittee, '20, ' ' Permanent VVaVe-wNatural Katl1rine Kathrine let down ! I 7 your hair! Treasurer, '16, '17, Senior Class Treasurer, Associate Art Editor AVVORKS AND DAYs', '20. Charter Cl1ild Works and Days e leja, Palo Alto, in September, '19. Basketball Captain, '20, Her ambition to become a brain specialist is soon to be realized. ' ' Little Sherlock There is a certain demure quality about Anita that merits the name Prune1la. Trans- ferred from Girls High in '18g Associate Art Editor 'WORKS AND DAYs', '20, Little Mouse Mnuonrn: EATON, '20, Works andDays E191 Evelyn arrived from Castil- EDITORIALS t'Let us then be up and doing,- T snnius as if this should be our text. Add to it Do it 3 Now, and you have the two forces that lie back of the fl: real Burke girl. After all our tribulations and absentees K: .N and patient substitutes, we are sailing into safe haven. . ,EIL Graduation Day is coming perilously close-records are LAWS truing up to standard and down to the very wee ones we ygx , 4- rg, are holding up, holding on, and going on! In athletics we have taken our usual defeats i graciously, sweetening the record with some rare tri- umphs here and there, 'tmost hardly won. We are great believers in the triumph of 'fmind over matter, however, and it is in our scholar- ship standards that we aim to excel. Mindful of our many blessings and grateful for the happiness that is about us here, we send out to our friends and fellow-workers this, our edition of Wonxs AND DAYS. If in its pages there is even a passing pleasure for you, its mission of affectionate greeting is fulfilled. ACKNOWLED GME NT To the girls throughout the school who have given us the abundant material from which to select, to the staff, to the ollice force, and to the teachers-whose never failing efforts, enthusiasm, and earnest co- operation have made this book possible, the editor offers her sincerest thanks. EXCHANGES We desire to express with appreciation the receipt of the following: The Potter Shield .................................... Potter School The Lowell-December, 1919 ........................... Lowell High The Lincoln Green-December, 1919. .Lincoln School, Providence, R. I. The Girls' High Journal ................................ Girls' High l20l Works andDays I o1'l.'sr111dD11ys I2 KULEKIAN'S TALE X kian is extremely attentive to am a rich old bachelor with bachelor hasn't a hobby?-for finest texture and design, rugs .5 X r-N K' . is ' le- - 251 Qs s G54 3 Q A I HE other day I chanced to drop into old Kulekian's little Oriental rug shop, where I have been attracted so often of late. In the first place, Kulekian has an extraordinarily good collection of rugs, then, too, he makes Turkish coffee such as would rival the nectar of the gods. Kule- me, for he knows that I a hobby-what rich old rugs, rare rugs, rugs of whose exquisite blending of color has been attained only by the mellowing hand of time. The eager Kulekian, showing me rug after rug, confident that I would buy before departing, had become very garrulous. And I, posi- tive, with a man's assurance that I would not be persuaded to purchase any more rugs at present, was enjoying myself immensely. As the loquacious dealer saw that my interest was lagging he said, Ah, sir, always the best come last, ees ett not so? I haf kep' my prize rug, prize, you understand, to the last. Eet ees my joy, thees Kabistanf' Indeed the rug was the most beautiful in design and texture I had ever seen, its pattern so delicate and yet so bold, its color so mellow and yet so rich. Where did you ever pick up such a rug? I inquired. t'Sir, eet ees a sad story about thees rug, very sad. I poured out a fresh cup of Kuelkian's delicious coffee and settled back more com- fortably in my chair to listen to his tale. Eet ees more than feefty years since Aurora and her lover sat tying in the last knots of a great Kabistan. 'Aurora,' said thees boy, 'You will put in a strand of your hair for mef' Thee-s young girl she cut a piece of her wonderful black hair and weave in corner of the rug. As you know, sir, eet ees a sign of undying love and faith when a girl weave her hair in the rug she and her lover fineesh. But one sad day come when the boy ees ver' poor and mus' go find some way to make a living. VVeeth heem he takes the Kabistan, but promise not to part weeth eet onless he get more poor. H 'Leetle Aurora,' he say, 'eet may be a year, eet may be more, but you know I return to you and I pray I bring back rug, so wait for me, leetle one.' Maybe Aurora cry leetle bit for rug, too, for many years eet haf been in her family, thees gorgeous rug, and each genera- tion add to the beautiful design. At this point the ever solicitous Kulekian offered me a fresh cup of steaming coffee and continued: A few weeks ago a very old man bring me thees Kabistan, and tell me an old man give eet to heem and say, 'Send eet to Aurora, my leetle Aurora, tell her not to be hard on me. My life, eet es a failure! The old man he die then, but who know but what Aurora, all white hair now, still wait the return of her lover l22j Works andDays and the beloved rug, for she pledge her everlasting faith when she was young and sit by the side of her betrothed one. His story ended, Kulekian looked at me inquiringly. I will buy the Kabistan at once, said I in answer to his unspoken question. From the door I turned and asked the effusive little man where he had obtained the history of the rug. Oh, sir, he guilelessly re- plied, I am a very good inventor-ees that the word?-of fiction story! I cannot deny I was somewhat disappointed, for even a rich and staid old bachelor nurtures a secret love of romance. And I, carried away by Kulekian's tale, hoping if possible to restore the Kabistan to Aurora, faithful and ever eagerly awaiting the return of her lover, had just signed a check for two thousand dollars! VIRGINIA HANNA,, 21. THE MERMAID AND THE CYPRESS Once upon a time there lived in a castle at the bottom of the deep blue sea a Mermaid who had fallen hopelessly in love with a beautiful Cypress that towered on a rocky cliff far above the dashing surf. Each day she rose through the dark mysterious caverns of the deep, her golden hair glistening in the sunlight and her graceful body tossed on those huge breakers that bore her to the foot of the rocks on which stood the lonely Cypress, who scorned ever to look her way. On the crest of each foaming breaker she hoped to be lifted nearer to the one she loved, but her struggle was in vain, for each Wave, as the tide receded, drew her further from her goal. One night in the midst of a raging storm, when the sky was rent with lightning and the roaring breakers dashed almost to the foot of the Cypress, she felt that at last she would reach his side. Suddenly from out of the blackness darted a streak of lightning. It struck the scornful tree, which fell with a deafening crash into the sea beneath! At last he was hers, and together they disappeared into the darkness. AUDREY WILIIIAMS, '2O. Works andDays 1231 MORNING Morning in the frozen Arctic waste, Witli its stealthy silent tread, Morning on the mountain, Coming like a conqueror to claim its own, Morning in the jungle, Stealing down the trees until it reaches the ground, Where it dances in and out among the tangled vines, Causing some beasts to skulk into their lairs And some to crowd forth with joyous noises, Morning in the purple desert, Bursting forth like a blast from the fires of the Titans, The parching sand beaten down under its merciless rays, Morning on the sea, A dance of wind-chased waves, A glowing lace-edged mist, Then-the sun! CLARA VAN Nnss, '20 AN INDIAN SONG The wind is howling round the tepee, Over the mesa whirls the sand, Come, come, my little Navajo, And near me stand. Hear the wails of the coyote From the rough, deep canyon bed, Come to me, my little Indian, The day is fled. Aie, the sand-clouds whirling, whirling, Are sent by angry gods to slay, Bow down before them, O my man-child, For mercy pray. CARo1. KLINK, '21. 241 Works andDays Ur J PARADE OF THE FLAGS THE DRUM CORPS IVIQSIIIIII Days I251 HIS BIRTHDAY SCENE I The small dining rooin of an average, Oh, a very average fainily. There are live ordinary dining rooni chairs and one high-chair. ENTER FATHER, rattling a newspaper, followed later by inother, who puts little George in the high-chair. Mary and Janies, hfteen and sev- enteen respectively, take their places. Uncle Everett takes the last vacant chair. You know the type-he is about thirty-eight, and although both the niirror-like surface on the top of his head and his girth are increasing daily, he has never lost his inerry habit of surprising one in deep nieditation by a resounding thunip on the back and a jovial Well, how's the old man? UNCLE EVERETT. Gtmorning, everybody. All alive and happy, eh? Well Well well Well fdrawing the chair up to the table 'with a bunip at each successive well, wellj. And hOW's the little man over there? He 's a big man now, isn't he? A Whole year older today. Well, Well, Well - Well land as an afterthoughtj hm, well, Well. GEORGE, having just stoked his niouth with Post Toasties, reinains silent perforce except for a few gurgling sounds indicative of a desire to reply. MOTHER- Yes, GeOrgie's a big boy now. Five today. Everett, try to be home early tonight so that you will be in time for his birthday dinner. ' l UNCLE EVERETT. Yes, yes, surely mus'n' miss that. K To George 2 That Wouldn't do at all, would it, George? And what does he Want for his birthday? GEORGE fwho has regained control of his vocal abilities with an effortj. Gulp, I Wanna cowboy suit. UNCLE EVERETT. Well, well! Fuzzy trousers, picture hat, and all. We 'll have to see about that. GEORGE I having finished, and wiped the encrustation of egg and inilh of his mouth, turning at the doorj. 'N I Wanna pistol, too. fGoes outj. MOTHER. No, indeed, Everett, George must not have that suit. He would tire of it in no time and then it would just be kicking about the nursery and adding to the general mess. And as for the pistol, it is simply out of the question. Why, only the other day I was reading that a Scandinavian scientist said that the habit of training children to play with firearms had made this last War possible. I personally think a set of the t'Book of Knowledge would be the thing for him, for While he may not be able to read them now, he would so enjoy them later and one al-- FATHER fernerging froin the paper for the hrst tiniej. No, no. Get him anything but books. Books as a gift for a boy of his age are an insult. f261 Works andDays UNCIAE EVERETT. I saw something in the window of the Calico Cat the other day, they always have such novel toys there. It was a set of diiferent colored putties and a book of instructions about how to make them up into figures. Combines play and education and all that sort of thing. JAMES. Yes, I saw it, too. You mean the Messalot Plaster Mod- eling Set, don't you? A fellow, a little fellow, I mean, could have a lot of fun with that. MARY. But it smells so. MOTHER fignoring Mary's comment-mothers have a way of doing that j. Why, yes, that would be nice. I am sure George would like it better than that silly cowboy suit, but, of course, he really doesn't know what he wants. UNCLE EVERETT fto Fatherj. Coming now? No, eh? Well, I'll have to be going along. I'll stop in and get the 'tSet on my way home. See you later. Dinner at six, I suppose. SCENE II The dining room as before. The family with the exception of Uncle Everett are assembled. They are hovering about George who is unwrap- ping innumerable Eton ties and handkerchiefs. Most insulting of all, a rag doll or rather two rag dolls, black or white, depending upon which head is up and which is covered by the shirt, is unwrapped, bearing the card, Love from Auntie Julia and Uncle Paul. UNCLE EVERETT fbouncing inj. Hello, hello, hello. Well, George, what's all this? My! My! I'd almost forgotten. So it's your birth- day, is it? Well, isn't it luck I just happened to bring this along with me? fhanding George a large oblong packagej. GEORGE. Oh! Gee! I bet it 's a cowboy suit I tearing of the wrap- ping and disclosing the Messalot Plaster Modeling Set. Wit-h at puz- zled look j Where's the cowb-1 FAMILY fall shouting at once to cover up this unpardonable breakj. Ch, isn't it lovely? Oh, just what you wanted, George! Look, George, at the sweet little cat the book shows you how to make. MOTHER funder cover of the din, in a stage whisperj. George, go thank Uncle Everett for the lovely present this instant fa gentle shove sends him in the way in which he should goj. GEORGE I without convictionj. Thank you, Uncle Everett. UNCLE EVEEETT. Don't mention it, old man. Now just watch me while I show you how to make a pig trolling lumps of putty in pellets which he sticks together in a hgure which he fondly flatters himself needs only the breath of life to become a real pigj. Works and Days i271 JAMES-But the book says to use one large lump and to out out the figure, see-fusing the butter knife to mould itj. MARY, overcoming the aversion produced by 'her olfactory nerves, picks at a piece at first gingerly, but soon goes at it in real earnest. Even Father becomes interested in showing the beauties of the Set to George, but his artistic abilities are limited to snakes of various stages of corpulence. George having become more and more bored by the performance, has discovered a set of tin soldiers and is contentedly playing with them when the nurse comes in and takes him of to bed. The rest of the family work on, with occasional ejaculations of Look at this, See mine, and the like, on the part of one or another of the embryo sculptors. To these remarks the others either pay no heed or, without looking up from their work, reply Uhu . UNCLE EVERETT fhaving completed a very wobbly elephantj. See, George, see Jumbo. Well, where is George-gone to bed? Well! Well! FATHER flaying down a terra cotta snakej. I guess Evelyn must have taken him. The little fellow certainly did enjoy his birthday. ELIZABETH POPE, '21. GOLDEN CALIFORNIA Dear California, loved State of gold, With rugged heights all crowned with silver snow, And lofty cliffs where dashing waters flow, And white-starred orange groves with globes of gold! Flame-like, the poppies rise from your rich mold, Gold are the million harvests your farmers sow, Your rolling hills are based on gold below, Rich treasure sought by pioneers of old. Fairer than sovereign ever seen before, With crown of all the treasures men adore, Enthroned in a mellow fruitfulness, Which all pervading, shall enrich and bless, O Queen of States, who rules with golden rod, Most loved by men, most blessed by God. GLADYS L. SGOTT, '20. 1281 Works andDays THE HISTORY OF THE REDWOOD TREE HROUGH aeons of time the Redwood's mighty tops have .1 X risen to the blue sky above. Rivers have changed their It courses, mountains have melted into plains, and the very 11.5, cliffs have receded, giving way to sunlit beaches, but the ygx- ,Qi Redwood tree has survived all the ravages of the ele- Z ments. The Redwood was a full-grown tree when the 748 , 1-if, pyramids of Egypt were being built and Rome came into 'L i' - . the full measure of her pomp and power. I On through the ages these trees have stood. Lightning has struck them down, fire has destroyed their mighty trunks, but always a lovely new growth has sprung from the heart of the parent- tree and in its turn rises above the tree tops and becomes one of the great Over-lords of the forest. This Redwood is the emblem we have chosen for our school. As it grows only in California what could be more appropriate than one of these beautiful trees planted here in the court? Here, in the years to come, its lofty branches shall slowly rise above the roof-tree, receiving daily the loving homage of generations of girls. A Redwood tree is the emblem on our school pin. It symbolizes to us the eternal steadfastness and undying courage that goes to make that wonderful something we call The Burke Spirit. FRANCES MACE, '23, ALADDIN The magic door had locked and all was still As death, yet, dazzled, thrilled, and terrified, He tried to realize the wondrous scene: The endless marble halls, the flowering trees Which rose at either side with precious fruits, Of opal, jade, and amethyst, the jars Of brass, the distant clouds of amber light, The perfumed air. He sought his way along, Shocked by the hollow echo of his steps, Till out upon a terrace paved in gold, He came. Here silent fountains played, and two Strange trees with ivory trunks and branches carved In grotesque shapes rose up to meet the earth, ' And here below, weaving about itself A mystic spell, staining the crystal niche Witli violet-tranquilly burned the lamp! MARJORIE EATON, '20. Works and Days T291 THE SURE AFFLICTION OF THE SENIORITES 1. And it came to pass in the land of Missburke that one Adelaide, leader of the tribe of Seniorites, rose up and spake unto her comrades thus: 2. Verily, I say unto ye, a ring shall be the symbol ,H mx 1 of this, our order, and it shall be gold bordered in black, and ye shall cause it to be carried upon your fingers. Q x gc : - Q 5 n 3. And the rings shall be made by the hand of one Shaw, for he is skillful and just and will deliver them unto us speedily. 4. And her followers deemed her words wise and arose and called her blessed. 5. But woe unto the Seniorites, for their rings came not, and great sorrow fell upon them, and they murmured among themselves. 6. And once more did their leader arise and speak in this wise: 7. Be not disconsolate, my beloved people, for the cunning artificers of Shaw have been sorely smitten by a plague, which is called strike. 8. And it hath afiiicted many people, but soon shall it pass away and then surely shall our rings be delivered unto us. 9. And the people deemed her words true and murmured no more. 10. After many days of patient waiting when still they possessed not their rings, they raised their voices in protest and loudly mourned: 11. Wliat hath become of our symbols? For behold! They have been promised unto us each day and we yearn for them mightily. 12. Then sadly spake their leader, for her breast was heavy Within her. 13. Woe, O Woe! Our symbols have become lost in the delivering. The good Shaw mourneth greatly and even now doth prepare others. 14. Then was there wailing and gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair and considerable cursing against Shaw. 15. And it came to pass that the ruler of the land of Missburke was summoned unto the disconsolate tribe and she opened her mouth and spake thus: l301 Works and Days 16. Verily, my chosen people, ye have been dealt with in manner most abominable, forthwith shall I chastise this Shaw by heaping coals of lire upon his head, and he shall be made to rush thy symbols unto thee. 17. Great was the rejoicing among the people for they knew she did act as she spake. 18. And it came to pass on the two hundredth day that it was noised abroad that the rings had come into the land. 19. Great was the crowding about the Seniorite leader who held the rings in her palms. 20. And when she opened her hands, the people gazed upon them. 21. But lo and behold, the shapes of the rings were not like unto one another, but some small and others great. 22. And the Seniorites felt sorely aiilicted and, refusing all com- fort, mourned without ceasing through many days. MARGARET LEE, '20. DIANA AND ENDYMION Diana, ever soorning love's delight, Looked long upon Endymion, shepherd lad, And though her vows of maidenhood forbade, She kissed him, then she vanished from his sight, Again she came and watched him night by night, At last she knew love's power, her heart was glad, Nor reok d the day when it would be as sad, Wlien high J ove's wrath would fall with all its might. Doomed to eternal sleep on Carian shore, On golden sands where wild waves ever roar, He lies, while oft she leaves the gods above, And wanders o'er the hills to seek her love, His nibbling flocks she guides with silver beams, In tender memories wrapt, as he in dreams. HELEN HAWKINS, '2O. Works and Days l311 WHY THE CHURCH BELLS RING A golden star shone in the clouds, And angels filled the sky in crowds 3 Noel, Noel 5 they sang Noel, Tonight is born Immanuel. The shepherds wandered in the cold, They put the sheep into the fold, And climbed the hills to find the one, Who was God 's only Son. In that stall this winter day, A tiny babe in white clothes lay, Good Joseph stood beside the child, And his Mother meek and mild. This was the first sweet Christmas day, In Bethlehem far, far away, This is what the angels sang, This is why the church bells rang, And this is what we all shall sing: Worship now this heavenly King. CHARLOTTE B. NICHOLS,,25. THE DESERT The mighty desert fades into the night, So vast, so deep, so full of mystery, It seems a thing long dead, where none may live, And yet through rustling palms the tiny sparks Of Arab fires, afar upon the wastes, Tell plainly life is there, and as the moon's Soft beams illume its darkened sands, they lend An awful quiet and a peace serene, And lonely souls find happiness and joy. HELEN HAXVKINS, '20, 321 Works and Days HGW FIRE-FLIES WERE MADE in rnzsr, only grown-up people and babies still in their car- -1 riages were allowed in Kensington Gardens, because 2 N grown-ups won't swing on the gates, or walk on the grass, 1 .K or throw stones at the ducks, and babies can't. After the Q55 . ,Eh babies went into short dresses they were barred from the gafden?' . . . . . ?J' S Ka During tl11S time the fairies enjoyed themselves, they 'ii'-. had their balls and weddings in the daytime and went . about their affairs boldly, because the men and women were much too busy to see them. And l1ow could the nurses know what tl1e babies saw when they shrieked with laughter and stretched out their plump, dimpled little arms imploringly? When the babies abandoned baby carriages and began to walk and talk, they remembered something extremely pleasant fthey could never tell exactly what it wasj every time they passed the gates of the gardens. So they begged their mothers and fathers to let them go in, until the mothers and fathers became indignant and wrote to the Mayor, saying that it was outrageous that children were not allowed in the gardens. The Mayor became so tired of opening letters of this kind that he finally decreed that the gardens should be open for all. And on the day that the children flocked into the gardens the fairies' troubles began. Queen Mab was surprised by two small girls, as she was dressing for a wedding, and she had to hide in a hollow tree all day. The longer she hid the more infuriated she became, so that at nightfall when the gardens were closed, she was ready to behead any fairy who so much as looked at her. Queen Mab felt that something should be done, so she called a mass meeting of all the fairies. The moon was behind a cloud and in the darkness one fairy could not be told from another. A saucy street fairy mistook Mab for an apple vendor and called out, 'tHow are you, old girls? The Queen fell over backwards, in a dead faint, and when she revived, in a royal rage, she ordered the royal guard fwho had been searching for her all over the gardensj to capture the offender. But the royal guard couldn't see in the dark any more than anyone else, and they threw the Lord Chamberlain into chains entirely by mistake. This, of course, made him very angry and spoiled l1is temper for the rest of the evening. The Queen did not know what to do so she went into hysterics. All the other lady fairies, being in the same predicament, followed l1er example. The gentleman fairies tore their hair and tried to think of what mortals said when things went wrong. Just as they were about to remember, the moon came out from behind a cloud, the ladies stopped having hysterics, and all was again serene. Works and Dalys i331 Queen Mab, having found her dignity, but not her temper, made a short speech. The sum and substance of it was that she didn't know what to do about it, and that if anyone did, he could say so then and there. The Lord Chamberlain, now released from chains, suggested that they pretend that day was night and vice-versa, sleeping in the daytime and attending to their business at night. e Where will the light come from, idiot? demanded tl1e Queen. 'tWhere is it coming from now? returned the Lord Chamberlain. ttVVhat about the nights when there is no moonlight, simpleton? The simpleton sat down quite crushed. 4'Any more suggestions? asked the Queen. After a little while a small fairy whose ears and mouth were too large to allow him to be handsome, stepped out of the crowd and made a low bow to tl1e Queen. I have an idea, your Majesty, said he. t'You're the only one who has, said the Queen, glancing at the Lord Chamberlain. Q VVhy doesnlt your Majesty order a few fairies to go up to the moon and get a few buckets of moonlight? We can dye our clothes and paint our houses with it, andthen we shall not only be perfectly able to see each other at night, but we shall also be invisible in the daytime, which is just what we want. 1 When the fairy finished speaking he received great applause. 'tPrecisely what I was going to suggest myself, said the Lord Chamberlain, but nobody believed him. ' The Queen followed the suggestion and made the small fairy Cap- tain of the Expedition to the Moon . They brought back so much moonlight that the fairies scarcely knew what to do with it all. Finally they painted many beetles with moonlight and used them for horses. But scientists do not know this, so they call them fire-flies. MARIE WEI,CH, '22. IN MEMORIAM Cn Wednesday morning, December 17, 1919, to the beat of mutiled drums and with flags drooped low, we marched out and were 'drawn up in a hollow square. As the flag slowly ascended, raised by our Charter girl to half mast, we said the Twenty-third Psalm she so loved, to honor the memory of Dr. Florence Nightingale Ward. In her passing we have lost a kind friend, the world, a rare and wonderful Woman. I341 Works andDays ' wi 'V f, fii OPERATIC STARS OF INTERMEDIATE IV Pagliacci Luvizl de- IAl!IlIIl?l'Hl00!' Ln Boheme Thais Faust Robin Hood Mme. Butterfly Roxneu zu nd Juliet Carmen Works and Days ORPHEUS AND EURYDIOE Her span of life snapped by the serpent's fang, Eurydice was doomed to shadowy plains, Where Orpheus sought her with his yearning strains, And all the underworld with wailings rang. He grasped her hand, his heart within him sang, As home they wandered through mysterious lanes., He turned! He heard the roar of hurricanes, And hell's relentless gates between them clang. Forever lost the wife of his desire! And lost forever his beloved lyre! And gone the golden days of magic power,- All for love's weakness in one dizzy hour. Yet shall his music be remembered long, For nightingales still trill it in their song. MARGARET LEE, '20. LINES ON THE SETTING OF THE SUN No thoughts into my head would come About the setting of the sun. I pulled out all my yellow hair, Still in my head no thoughts were there. Dear teacher, if you are so bright, Please describe that sunset right! A new description have I sought, But all my thoughts have gone' to naught, The sun has set a million times, It runs in all the poets' rhymes, Poets great and poets small, They 've described it, one and all, So if there's anything that's new, Oh, Mrs. Pope, that's up to you! JUNE CLEMENT, '21, 361 Works and Days DIARY OF A DOG 11 :00 A. M. I stood around the breakfast table and raised my plead- ing brown eyes to my mistress for something to eat. No success. My mistresswas too hungry to spare even a bite. Noon. I jumped into the bathtub expecting to find it empty but found it full of hot water. I jumped out quickly and tore all around the house, upsetting the furniture. Shook water on my mistress and made her shriek. I also sneezed and made the whole family think I had the ilu 1:00 P. M. Had lunch. That is, the family did, I did not. But I got even with them. I went into the kitchen and stole the cook's lunch. 1:30. Taken for a walk with master. I got into a fight with two dogs. My master gave one of them a resounding kick in the ribs which would have broken them only that his foot slipped and he fell flat on the sidewalk. He used language I have never heard before. When the light was over, I shook myself, and hair flew all over the landscape. 2 :00. I arrived home and was patted by the whole family. Hugged rather hard by my mistress which made me yelp. Hugged some more to see if I would yelp again. I obeyed, I always do. 2:15. Asleep. 2:55. Bit the grocery boy. He gave me a cookie to quiet me. I think I will bite him again. 3:00. I went around the block to pay a visit to my German friend, Mr. Dachshund. Limbs very queer. I studied them with interest. Think he is on his last legs. He asked me if I believed in reincarnation. Said I did, that I love every kind of flower. 3:15. Examined sewer. Queer odor. 4 :00. Got home in time for my daily meal. Biscuits. Beastly stuff. But I ate them and the family said, How he enjoys them. 8:00. I went into my mistress's room, and chewed her Bible. Nasty stuff. 9:00. Turned in. , MARIAN SCOTT, '22. Works and Days I371 8 THE FAIRY OF THE COURT I wandered through our courtyard, late One glorious summer day. I looked beneath the graceful ferns, To find the garden fay. From under the great acanthus leaves I heard a merry song, But when I reached that mystic tree The laughing sprite was gone. I searched until the shadows fell, She still eluded meg But yet I know she's dwelling there, By many things I see. The little goldfish in the pool Have seen a sight that's rare, For when the moon shines white and clear Her face is mirrored there. She touches every tree and shrub, And all their gay escort Of fern and flower, charmed all By the fairy of the court. And that is why the goldfish here Are such a happy band, And why the flowers in our court Are brightest in the land. CAROL IQLINK, '21, I SPRING Oh, Spring is coming and is here, The lark is singing in the sky, Among the ferns we see a deer, With his head held high. The songs of' other birds greet my ear, And some are nesting in a tree near by. Oh, Spring is here. M1GNoN IVILLARD, Primary IV Works and Days TO THE CITY OF THE FINISHED SWEATER HE Knitting Girl cast longing eyes toward tl1e City of the .3 X Finished Sweater, where all were clad in garments of V2 , wondrous beauty. The way was long and beset with dan- K1 gers but finally the Knitting Girl decided to start. Qg' . ,152 She began the journey armed with two long staffs, 3 pointed at one end, and with a gay bag on her arm, con- ygf , Jw, taining five big balls of wool. No sooner had she left her own city than she came to the Road of Casting-On, a 5 rough, treacherous way, with many by-paths which at times took one back to the start. She had gone some distance along the great Highway when she came to a place where the road branched. One was the broad, straight Road of the Armholes, the other was the Lane of the Sleeves. The Girl chose the prettier but longer way, and started gaily enough, but alas! the way grew more and more difficult and monotonous, when suddenly she fell into the Whirlpool of the Dropped Stitch. In this Whirlpool she found herself carried far back to travel sev- eral miles of the way over again. She avoided the Whirlpool this time. and came to the River of the Neck. Here she took a boat, and was swept into the Current of Adding Stitches. In the land of the Sleeves this current was twice as broad and swift as in the Armhole route, but finally she left tl1e Lane of the Sleeves, when the Current narrowed, and the difficulties lessened. At last the Knitting Girl left the River of the Neck, and found her- self on the broad Home Stretch, which led straight to the City of the Finished Sweater, so it seemed. The Girl went gladly, and was in sight of the gate when the road turned, and she looked down into the Chasm of Binding-Off. She tried to get around it, but it was impossible, so with the aid of her staffs she managed to cross it. There on the other side stood Giant Sew-up-Sides, and he carried her to his castle of Waitawhile, where she languished many days. Escaping from the Giant, she passed the Gate of Finishing Touches, and found herself in the City of the Finished Sweater, her sweater look- ing more beautiful than any there. CAROL ICLINK, '2l. Works and Days E391 Frances Baruch, Treasurer Kathleen Musto, Trvasurer Suzanne Daniel, Treasurer 401 CLASS OFFICERS ACADEMIC III Josephine Drown, President ACADEMIC II Frances Ames, President ACADEMIC I Mary Elizabeth Beedy, President Mae Leichter, Secretary Marion Scott, Secretary Stella Stevens, Secretary Works and Days orksandDays I41 THE BARREL OF APPLES - Brownie was a very thoughtless little boy and did many things that got him into trouble because he didn't take the time to think. He lived with an old friend of his mother's, whom he called Aunty Jen. Une day he went into Aunty J en's cellar to play. There was a large barrel of apples. Brownie took one and bit 'a large piece out of it, their he laid it back on the other apples and went on playing. Then he picked up another apple and took a bite out of it, and every time he wanted a bite of apple he took a fresh one without thinking of what he was doing. Presently Aunty Jen came down to get some apples. Imagine her surprise to see all the top apples bitten into! Se looked at him and said, Brownie, who did this? I did, said Brownie, but I didn't mean to. Land sakes, child, why did you bite a piece out of so many apples? Why didn 't you eat just one at a time? You know Aunty Jen doesn't object to your eating as many as you wish, but you must not waste them. I'm so sorry, Aunty Jen, but I didn't think. Aunty Jen said nothing, but that night when they had chocolate cake and ice cream for dinner, Aunty Jen didn't give Brownie any. Brownie waited and waited, everyone was served but Brownie. When they were leaving the table, Brownie could stand it no longer, so he asked, Don't I get any cake and ice cream, Aunty J en? Oh! Didn't you get any, Brownie? Why, I must have forgotten, I wasn't thinking. Tears came into Brownie's eyes, but he said bravely, 'tAunty Jen, if you 'll please remember now, I promise I will never forget again. CATHERINE CHAPIN, Int. I. A BABY BLUE EYES Early in the spring I was walking in the woods, when I happened to see a tiny Baby Blue Eyes. It was peeping out to see all it could of the world. Its little face was turned up to the sun, and the blue of its petals was like the sky on a summer day. It is the first flower in the spring, and makes everyone happy with its coming. CAMILLE GUITTARD, Int. II. I-421 WorksandDays THE NEW TOOLS A It was Willie's birthday, and one of his presents had been a set of tools. Willie liked his new tools best of anything, and decided to go to work at once. He started in his Inother's room, and began by pulling down the table and breaking a tea set. He then began to saw off the table legs, and, just as he had tinished, his mother opened the door and came into the room. Willie! she said, what are you doing? EXperimenting with my new tools, -mamma. It's all right, he continued, I'll glue it on again. You naughty little boy, said his mother, you deserve to be pun- ished and if it wasn't your birthday I would do it. Anyhow, stop it this minute. Just then she discovered the broken tea set. Goodness! she said, you certainly are a destructive carpenterf ' BARBARA CLARK, Int. I. MY BIRD In our room there is a bird, Never a note from him is heard, This is plainly to be seen, For he is on a black silk screen. . MARGARET HINES, Primary IV. TO A YOUNGER SISTER You dig inside my closets, and in my dresser drawers, Your dolls lie on the Inantel, and your coats upon the floors, And when you come upon me with your horrid four times four, I feel like simply dashing your book upon the floor. But then when you are older and leave off baby things, I'm sure you 'll find out then what age upon one brings. CHARLOTTE NICHOLS, Int. III. IN THE GARDEN ' In the garden where the flowers grow, In the garden where the sun sinks low, There the children romp and play In the sunshine through the day. YNRZ GHIRARDELLI, Int. I. Works andDays l431 THE LITTLE FAIRIES One day I was walking in my garden. I saw something white dash before me. I looked all around but could not see anything. Then pretty soon I saw something again dash before me. I looked to one side, and there was a little fairy smiling at me, and there was a little crown on his head. In a moment I found millions of little fairies just exactly like the first one I saw. Right away they began bowing to the one with the crown on his head. Of course, the one with the crown on his head was the King of them all, and I thought I would bow too, so I did. Pretty soon we were very good friends and I found out that they were taking a little trip to the country to water the plants, so they asked me if I would like to go. Of course, I thought we would have a nice time, so I consented. They brought out a cloud which they called a carriage and told me to get into it. I didn 't see how to get into it, because there were no doors of any kind and I said, How am I to get in? The King laughed and said, Why, walk right into it. And I did and I found that it was nothing at all. I got into a very comfortable seat and then they got in and the minute the last raindrop's foot touched the carriage, it gave a whirring sound and started off. I found it very pleasant riding in the carriage for I could see through the cloud and saw beautiful country. There were so many little raindrops that I was sure that we would fall. I was quite right too, for pretty soon I felt myself gently falling downwards. I was just about to land when-puff!-I found that I was at home and had fallen out of bed and it was raining. I ran to mother and told her all about the dream, and she laughed Very much. LEAH LUCY EDSELIJ, Primary III. VIOLET Violet, Violet, here as of old, Here you are growing out in the cold! Why come so early? Don't you think you 'll freeze Out here among the plants Underneath the trees? ADRIENNE HEDGER, Int. III. I441 WorksandDays EVENING The sun was sinking in the west, Each bird was flying to its nest, The shepherdess was homeward bound, And everywhere night did resound. The sun had sunk behind the west, Each bird was sleeping in its nest, The shepherdess was home at last, Before her was a good repast, The sheep were in their fold till light, And all the world had said t'Goodnight . MARCELLA GUMP, Int. I. MY HORSE Once upon a time there was an old mother work horse. She had a darling little colt which was all black with his left back foot white. When the little colt was big, everybody loved it just as much as when it was little. It was sold to a kind man who owned many beautiful horses and sulkies. His name was Mr. J ohnburg. The horse's name was Starry. Starry had a best friend horse whose name was Klinka. Klinka was sorrel with a white mane and tail. They all were happy until one day there was at great fire in the house and stables, which killed everybody and every horse. Which was a sad ending indeed. I J ANE Kosrnn, Int. I. AUTUM N Brown and red and yellow, Fruits so ripe and mellow, All that comes in Autumn weather. Over all the mountains, Purple clovers grow, And the green and yellow grasses Spring up at your toe, And the grapevines hang in masses, For it's Autumn time, you know. NELL WALTER, Primary IV. Works andDays l451 PROBLEMS OF THE POST GRADS What to do or not to do, that is tl1e question. Whether it were better to take a privilege Or to stay to law and rule, we wot well of. Whether in the 'daily round, to wear our best, Or in respect of those of lower rank than we, To wear our middy blouse, to show that pride And pomp and proud display of pow'r is not in us! Whether from off the tree of Knowledge We do choose to pluck the fruits of science, The ballad, tale, or lore of those Who do indite fair poesie, The tale of love, adventure, or the modern play. Or seek to drive our tongues in effort to acquire The languages of France or Spain or of that older time When Rome did rule, and Latin Was the speech polite of all the world. Large bounty of our store of sweets we may bestow, And largesse too, of pasty, cake and tart, Upon those under-grads who do attend With eyes all worshipful, upon our steps When, forth from our domain do issue out, Sweet odors of the feast within. Rare fabrics do we stitch with needles Sadly sharp we wot, when pricked fingers do attest That by the point, all thimbleless, We strove to drive the steel. Banquets we spread, and do invite to these Those relatives we love not, or those belov'd Who large insurance carry 'gainst all risk, These do partake of all that we prepare, And sweetly praise and bravely eat, and do survive! What Life doth hold in store for us Who knows-here, happy and content Within this sheltered haven, we do wait The issue, sure that in the days to be We shall be ready, Whatsoe'er the Fates shall send- To front all bravely, and with courage high To win our way along the road of life. ' ALYssE ALLEN, '19, i461 Works and Days pr- fi mg -fe r F l rw Gladys Lowell Scott, '20 ALUM N AE LOOKING FORWARD To us who l1ave emerged into a middyless world, shorn of the glories of an all too short seniorhood, the temptation is always to look back. Those gorgeous days when we were in school! At first we were just Hbabiesn and romped at recess in whole-souled unself-consciousness. How gay it was to dance to the violin on sunny mornings out on the pergola at Broderick Street. After that there followed days when slightly lengthened skirts and some variation in coiffure announced to a respectful and astounded world that we had entered the Intermediate. Our deportment was tinged with a certain dignity and reserve which was intended as a suggestion that we should no longer be considered children. Then we rushed through the merry years of Academic I, II and III, and suddenly one day we were Seniors! All of us who have achieved that exalted sphere know the heights and depths, the tragedies and comedies of that ' 'Wonderful Senior Year. Graduation was the climax and the end, and after the manner of all the Seniors ever graduated, we wondered What will it be like without Us? But that was a passing vanityg we take joy in remembering our joys, but now as in the old hymn, Forward Be Our Watchword it is to be Forward , too, With Steps and Voices Joined. It is all going on without us and yet with us. It is a strong and living spirit that makes us feel so. That spirit and our vision of the future will help to make possible for our two newest little sisters the same happiness during their schooldays and the same firm foundation for happiness in after days that we have known. We are looking forward and marching forward steps and voices joined with Miss Burke to make the dream come true for them as it did for us! IIOROTHY ROLPH MCKEE, '17, WorksandDays l47l ENGAGEMENTS Ruth Finn, '16, engaged to William A. Marcus. Sara d'Ancona, '15, engaged to Linsey Crawford. Pauline Simon, '14, engaged to Dr. Jacob Scharz. Adele Chevalier, '17, engaged to Theodore A. Rethers. Justine McGrath, '18, engaged to Robert Honesworth. Dorothy Stone, '15, engaged to Henry Wolff. WEDDINGS Dorothy Rolph, '17, married to Donald McKee, 1919. Elsie Booth, '15, married to Dudley Bates, 1919. Ruth Heller, '17, married to Richard Shainwald, 1919. Ellen Hindes, '16, married to Leroy Krusi, 1919. Mary Louise Black, A'13, married to Allen H. Lowery, 1919. Barbara Wells, A'18, married to Henry Davis Bigelow, 1919. Clara Goodloe, A'13, married to Malcom C. Bruce, 1919. Florence Burleson, X'13, married to Herbert Miller, 1920. Doris Kellogg, '15, married to Herbert Miller, 1920.' Rose Sahlein, X'13, married to Dr. E. Green, 1920. Margaret Barker, X'13, married to Paul Kingston, 1920. Frances Edminson, '16, married to Otis Earl Dunn, 1920. Frederica E. M. Otis, A, married to Warren Smith, 1920. . Miss Burke's School Miss Burke's School REGISTRATION CARD REGISTRATION CARD NAME: Florence Ward Erskine. NAME: Barbara Davis. AGE: Two weeks Cborn October 8, 19181. AGE: 4 months fborn October 30, 19202. FATHER'S NAME: Morse Erskine. FATHER'S NAME: Charles Henry Davis. HOME ADDRESS: 2611 Divisadero Street. HOME ADDRESS: 2000 Vallejo Street. BUSINESS ADDRESS: Attorney - at- Law, BUSINESS ADDRESS: Girvin ff Miller Humboldt Bank Building. fBonds1. TELEPHONE: Fillmore 2840. TELEPHONE: West 2528. DATE Ol ENTRANCE: Autumn of 1924. DATE OF ENTRANCE: Fall semester, 1924 OTHER SCHOOLS ATTENDED: None. OTHER SCHOOLS ATTENDED: None. GRADE: Primary I. GRADE: Primary I. BIRTHS To Janet Thompson Newlands, '15, a son, in 1919. To Florence Stoney Davis, '13, a daughter, in 1920. To Frances Stoney Arnold, '15, a son, in 1920. To Enid Kohn Ransohoff, '13, a second son, in 1920. To Marion Doe Shores, '15, a second son, in 1920. To Ruth Heller Shainwald, '17 , a daughter, in 1920. To Paula Leichter Watt, A'13, a daughter, in 1920. To Eleanor Haas Koshland, '17, a son, in 1920. SERVICE Mary Boardman, with the rank of Lieutenant in the United States Army, is doing reconstruction work at the General Letterman Hospital. The P. G. girls sent a huge case of homemade candy and cakes to her boys at Camp Bayard, Texas, when she was on duty there at the tuber- i481 WorksandDays culosis camp, and they are planning to help her out with some more whenever Mary sends out the call. COLLEGE AT CALIFORNIA Margaret Cheney, '19, ' Helen Catherine Deamer, '19. Helen Belle Head, '19. Annette Reid Rolph, '19. Evelyn Victoria McGaw, '19, Margaret Monroe, '14, Antoinette Tucker, '16, Martha Anne Stanyan, '15, Elizabeth Terry, '17 . AT VASSAR Lucia Kittle Sherman, '19, Carroll Cambron, '16, AT BJILLS Gladys Tekla Muscio, '19. Katherine Simon, '15, PosT GRADUATE COURSE AT Miss BURKE 's Alysse Wyatt Allen, '19, Carol Andrew, '19. Virginia Chadbourne, '19. POST GRADUATE COURSES AT EASTERN ScHooLs Geraldine Grace, '19, Miss Spence's. Rosamonde Lee, '19, Miss Spence's. Katharine Sesnon, '19, Finch School. Helen Brack, '19, Finch School. Frances Lent, '19, Miss Williams' French School. Marjorie Dunne, '19, Mt. Vernon Seminary. Rosalee Grunbaum, '19, Mt. Vernon Seminary, ' AT HOPKINS INSTITUTE OF ART Frances Griffin Revett, '19. Her work has been especially commended. OFFICERS FOR 1920-21 President .......,.................................................. Elizabeth Terry Secretary ........... ........................................... E linor Klink T1'eaSm'e1' .................................................... Marie Luise Meyer ' Directors Suzette Chadbourne, Sara d'Ancona, Pauline Siegfried. . ENTERTAINMENT BALL FoR THE SENIORS On the evening of January 24, we gave a dance for the Seniors .of 1920, and our joy in the festivity is complete when we remember what a good time our guests were having. It was a perfect night, and tl1e dancers wandered out into the courtyard and gazed at the stars or into the crystal mirror of the pool, between dances. ALUMNAE DINNER We are looking forward to meeting our new sisters, the girls of '20, on our night, the Wednesday of Commencement VVeek. lVe shall then, with proper ceremonies, welcome them as of our company. Works andDays i491 J THE MASQUERADE PRIZE VVINNERS L50j Works and Days Works and Days l51 SCHOOL ACTIVITIES BIAY 28. The first formal graduation of the Intermediate IV class was a very attractive ceremony. The class danced around the fountain with a daisy chain, recited poems and sang. Then they received their diplomas. MAY 28. Sixty-five girls of the Alumnae Association had as their guests at the school the members of the Senior class. This Annual Senior Reunion has become one of the dearest traditions of the school. NIAY 29. The Senior Class presented a very beautiful and suc- cessful pageant written by Carol Andrew, one of the graduates. An Aztec Idyll was the theme, and the stage setting and costumes were vividly beautiful, much of the artistic success of the play was due to the efforts of two of the graduates, Frances Revett and Elizabeth Magee. SEPTEMBER 3. School opened after a most delightful summer for everyone. SEPTEMBER 18. Mr. Hutchinson, otherwise known as the Bird Man, gave us a delightful talk on birds. His imitation of the bird notes is wonderful. OCTOBER 2. This afternoon Miss Lilian Amnialee gave us a delight- ful hour of music. She is considered one of the best pianists in the country. OCTOBER 21. An inter-scholastic tennis meeting was held. DECEMBER 4. An alumnae meeting was held. The Countess d'Ursel, who is a Belgian by birth, gave us a heart- rending account of the sufferings of the Belgian children. She told us of their wonderful help to their country's cause, stirring everyone of us to sympathy and the wish to help. DECEMBER 12. The school gave a bazaar, the proceeds of which went to the school paper. Among the attractions were dancing, a flower sale, and a fortune telling booth over which Mademoiselle Decours presided. Mle all learned some extraordinary things about our most melodramatic futures. DECEMBER 17. The primary children gave a delightful little per- formance consisting of a number of songs which they acted out, and a Christmas play. DECELIBER 18. This morning we had a tree for the little people tdressed in Christmas fruits and candiesj. The Choral sang a number of songs typifying the Christmas spirit. DECEMBER 19. School closed for the Christmas holidays. Hurrah! i521 Works and Days JANUARY 5. School opened again, sending everyone back to Work after two Weeks' play. JANUARY 17. A lovely little Chinese pagoda Was given to the school by Margaret Fuller. It is placed in a corner of the patio. Birdseed is scattered upon it to attract the passing birds Qand still they passj. 1 JANUARY 22. This morning Professor Lyman, of the University of California, gave us a most interesting lecture on Celtic literature. He also read us some stories and poems. JANUARY 24. The Alumnae gave the Seniors their annual dance, at which everyone had a ripping good time. The court was lighted and many a couple sought out the cool shadows. JANUARY 28. Mrs. Diana Watts gave a remarkable demonstration of the vital importance of the diaphragm in connection with Greek art. MARCH 26. Our beloved Dorothy Rolph introduced to us President William Allen Neilson, of Smith College. He talked on the merits of college for girls, and the type of girl fitted for it. MARCH 31. Today the Post Graduates gave the Seniors a picnic at Crystal Lake. It was the treat of the season. APRIL 17. The Seniors gave the Upper School a masquerade. We had supper at 7:30 and danced until 12. The court and gardens made an attractive setting for the costumes. Prize winners for the most beautiful costumes were Josephine Drown and Leslie Van Ness. Best sustained characters were Mary Elizabeth Beedy and Francis Mace. The most original costumes Were those of Carol Klink and Margaret Fuller. THE CHORAL Our Dramatic Club of last year had hopes of giving a performance of Everyman, which necessitated a chorus. It was discovered that the voices were so promising that the dramatic efforts were abandoned and the time was devoted entirely to singing under Miss Burke's super- vision. , THE ORCHESTRA The School Orchestra has often been of great help to us when we have given an entertainment. We Want to thank the girls for their excellent music on several occasions. They charm Cali our ears twice a week Qpractise daysj. Works andDays l531 gg.-A 15 Mi J 'iii T lv. fy! IL H L 'L , fi. 5 l , 2 L. s nfl The Tennis Team Rose Marie Thi- lialskm-tlr:1ll'l'1-'aim Kathrvn Seniors to Be 'I'lle Duo N Harriet and Camille The Throc Fates Sovnml Doubles S1lc-nve, ll!'llII1lIl91'Sl' The P. G. Picnic Our Orclivstrn of Avvurdion and Banjos 541 Works and Days EURYTHMIC DANCING Every Vllednesday tl1e little people assemble in the playroom for an hour of dancing. Last year a good many of the older girls took lessons but now it is principally the primary babies. BASKETBALL Our first game With any outside High School was with Miss Ran- som 's, on Tuesday, March 9. Sad to say We were defeated by a score of 36 to 4. On Tuesday of the same Week We played Miss Head's and won, the score being 24-11. Dominican College Was played on Saturday, March 20, and We were defeated, 63 to 6. We played several games with grammar schools but were defeated each time. , The Burke spirit is such that even though we Were defeated, we made it seem a. victory. VVe try to keep this policy in everything. TENNIS As usual, the first of last term a good many girls signed up for tennis,,but since Christmas some have dropped out and at present only a few girls practice regularly. The first game was with Miss Ransom 's, on the sixteenth of March. We Were defeated. - On the thirtieth of March, Miss Head's played us. We Won the first and second doubles. On April tenth Palo Alto Was played. We Won the first doubles. We played Miss Harker's next and Won the Hrst doubles, and then Horton 's and Won everything but the first singles. APRIL 21. This afternoon in the courtyard Brother Leo talked to us on Who is An Artist? As usual he delighted us, and we felt that WE too, had been listening to a great artist. APRIL 22. Today We had a unique afternoon. Vachel Lindsay chanted and recited some of his poems. As the audience had never heard anything along the same lines, a feeling of astonishment perhaps best describes the general feeling over the queer syncopated rhythm. The school Wishes to give a vote of thanks to Margaret Deahl, manager of the Tennis, Carol Klink, manager of the Basketball Team, Evelyn McLaughlin, captain of the Basketball Team. Evelyn is a new girl who entered in her Senior year, and in spite of the difficulties confronting her, she has perhaps done more for the team than any other girl. Works andDays l551 - APRIL 29. Thrills and more thrills! Professor Pascal, the Univer- sity Examiner, came today! He was charmingly kind and While some of us expired , exploded , and otherwise Hsimply died , we were able by nightfall to take our evening meal. APRIL 30. What a wonderful day this has been! We were enchanted by the exquisite witehery and melody of Mr. Witter Bynner's readings of his own poetry, he put a final glory upon our joy by singing some haunting, beautiful negro melodies. This indeed will always be to us a memorable Visit. NVe paraded the flags and gave a final rally for our tennis team, and sent them off to Claremont to meet defeat in all matches save second singles when Katherine Burke, '21, saved the day by winning a place in the final game to occur May Hrst. Tonight the dance given by the underclass girls will be the first grad- uation event to be gratefully inscribed in the books found at the spider- web's ends by the Seniors. JUNE 1 and the Intermediate IV's graduate into the Academic De- partment. JUNE 2 and we have our wonderful Alumnae Night. JUNE 3. The great night of graduation. How far it seemed until now, and now-how tragically near! l561 Works andDays s and Days 157 THE ETERNAL FEMININE Lee felt perfectly awful to have to surrender at Richmond. Margaret Lee-Julia, I feel cold. Let 's go and ask Miss Burke if we may get an excuse to go Walking next period. Got a comb, Anital' ' No, wearin' a net. Anne-How many of you are there down there? Chorus-Three. Anne-Well, half of you come up. WANTED-Some efficient and convincing person to teach Margaret Deahl not to pronounce Charles I as Charles one. ' Young Romantic-Can you give me a good subject for an essay? Mrs. Price-Why not write on Sir Thomas Lipton? QAfter some details, ete.J: Young Romantic-And is he a brunette? Helen Hawkins-I am reading Silas Marner. Marion Scott-Oh, I was going to read it, but I didn't know what the title meant. Helen-Why, it is the name of a man. Marion-Oh, if I had known thatil A LAMENT Gone are silk stockings, and gone are plaid skirts, too. Gone powdered noses, and the high-heeled, Frenchy shoe. But saddest of all, our treasures we have lost Our 'fblobs' ' are now forbidden, and our ears exposed to frost. No more with mincing steps we trip the streets along, To hold our heads up proudly with the stylish, well-dressed throng, For tight skirt are taboo, alas, we wear them wide And our red and shining noses in vain we try to hide. CAROL KLINK, '19. LOST-One wad of hair nets used to stuff out hair over the ears. Valuable to owner be- cause of efort exercised in collecting them, therefore, if found, kindly return at earliest opportunity to owner. In weighing for Gym it has been found necessary to ask the girls to remove their coitfures. The vast amount of hardware often makes several pounds diiference. We suggest that standing room in front of the mirror be reserved beforehand in order to avoid the rush. HEARD IN THE COURTYARD Sweet and Low-Little girl, I've been waiting a long time for this moment---. She Qintuitivelyj--Yes, I have been expecting it all evening. I581 Works and Days A . ' l . - - QQ' . 53,5 if :df 52 , V , ' ' ' ' 7:7ff1fvCF5 Z fn ,Lug-frlflf i lf i i' M iii Jef-r if you must at the enrless head, Ties that Bind But spare our pupils' blobs, she said. SEEING THE SIGHTS AT THE SENIOR SOIREE Madge fenthusiastically to a Gallant, who is trembling in the winter moonlightj-And there are our darling Poplar Trees which Miss Burke planted to hide the ugly neighboring houses from our view! THE DISCOVERY We were having a wonderful time, But something was missing. Our throats were dry. What's that crowd? Ah! Punch! And . . . . . . The party was a great success. CON FIDENTIALS ADVICE TO FUTURE HUSBANDS Honor thy wife and her dog that thy days may be long and thy years be blest in the home she giveth thee. I I' I If you can 't be original, be natural. Originality, nowadays, seems sorely buried beneath too many layers of veneer-or perhaps, bandoline. THE DEFINITION OF A BEAU One who Hpussyfoots' ' to perfection, who takes you to the California on Friday evenings, and who rings the telephone during the dinner hour. Exasperated teacher-Is there anything you can do welll Virginia-Yes, I can read my own writing better than anyone else. I W -I BARNYARD DAYS France, after the many days of anarchy and strife, once more enjoyed a stable government. if -X' 'I' Before Napoleon received the title of Emperor he turned and crowned his wife, Josephine, with his hand. Kathrine-My father 's a Mason. Barbara-Oh, do tell, I didn't know your dad was a bricklayer. A new version of Col. C0otie's Victory at Wandewash was given when it was said that Col. Cootie fought at Want-a-wash. Mrs. Pope-Stand straight and on both feet, please, Barbara. Barbara S.-I can only stand on one, Mrs. Pope, I have an excuse for the other one. Works andDays 1591 ,-- - ,W X A S. ' , fc, ': 5' ,, Ty A Ju f -, 'JV . ,A ' X Ji Q 41 K fiqflf ' , .15 fyrxr' t' Q., I' Qs:-i1A'r.',i I r P 211 i ' i ,sg - .. 5 fs ,A ,ii ii X.. , It i 2? V Pee' 'Fi F A 4 5 Ai. ' W- .V ,N X , , I, , qv, I - V .jff.',7 it ' X, L' I fQ'! X r' I l V- gif., V 3 , V fl, A, L lf, Y , N Afy 4 ,f X ' ,. 1 f , X I , .' its---, , Xe I, I .f X l o 1 J I ' I I . gk ,no f--- -ifzj ,,,.X I A. ' . ,1 4 - runs, X . ,' .fin L ffffffrb J fs, ,, X ,Q J ff? we Q f 5-T - -1 5 .-.,. I Ur, eg, 5-pe is - iffg, Poor Mrs. Pope! X-Ray of Miss Stewart's Brain-Average pupil's. An Academic II in pursuit There was a young teacher named Pope, VVho had always been filled with some hope, When the Three's she did teach, She ran off with a screech, And strangled her hope with a rope. There was a young lady named Slater Who always said I'l1 do it later. But she had so much fun That it never was done, And all she could be was a waiter. of a mirror. A chubby young girl named Virgin Developed a much-terraced chin, They said You must diet. She sighed, I will try it, But I do not know where to begin. A rosy cheeked damsel named Kate, Who often arrived rather late, Gave us all quite a shock When we looked at the clock, To find she had walked in at eight! Adelaide found it diiiicult to omit Trite Expressions in rearranging her Essay on a Dieter. It's just impossible, girls-there are so many trite expressions in dietingfl GETTING FAT, MADGELB Any hour, you may see Marjorie disappearing around secluded portals in an attempt to consume the south end of a sandwich before the bell rings. YVho wore silk stockings in the morning, and appeared at recess in glaring woolen ones? We wonder who wore HER silks While she wore the woolen ones! The price of soap has gone up since girls at Miss Burke 's have had to show their cars. Some girls take things easy in school-especially books and middys. NO POWDER NOR NOTHIN' A little Primary has made the alarming discovery that even though prohibition is supposed to be enforced, the upper grade girls still have red noses! In order that the Study Hall may accomplish more work and less woolgathering, we car- nestly ask the passing tradesmen to desist from whistling Venetian Moon. At school, highest heels are taboo Powdered noses, and jewelry t00. And e'en a silk stocking Is decidedly shocking, Pray! WVhat are we poor girls to do? CUPID There is a young god they call Cupid, Some think he is bright, and some stupid. At his altars they bow, But at Reno they row, And all on account of young Cupid. L60l A new little Freshman though WVood In Latin 's amazingly good, She conjugates loco ' ' Right out of her coco, Which the rest of us would if we could. .IUPITER The king of the gods was named Zeus, And with women he sure was a goose, But Juno, his wife, Fat, jealous, and blithe, Used to make him exclaim, Oh, the deuce! Works and Days QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS A NEW VERSION OF PARADISE LOST Mrs. Pope-Commencing with Book IV?Why was Raphael sent down into the Garden of Eden, Gladys? Gladys-Why-why, to marry Adam and Eve. Teacher-Is Maeterlinck a good recent author? Brilliancy Itself-Wlihy, of course not. I've heard of him all my life. Hard question-Give, for any one year, the amount of steel exported by the United States. Soft answer-1492, none. SPEAK MORE DISTINOTLY, BARBARA Barbara-What was the tenth amendment? Mrs. Knox-I'n1 not sure. Honor thy father and thy mother, isn't it? NAUGHTY SAMUEL Mrs. Pope-Can you tell me something more about Samuel Johnson? Katherine B.-He was the greatest satyr of his time. Mrs. Pope-Tell me something more about Samuel J ohnson. Josephine D.-VVell, he assembled at the roadhouses. VVhere was Dickens born? In poverty. Charlotte Bronte died in her forty-eighth year of consumption. ' BOOK REPORTS DUE FRIDAY 13TH Ghosts of Gloomnz A telling tale of vanquished credits. -K' 'X' The WinningS of Barbara Worth' ':RA story of love, strife, and the great West. The Naughty Pekinese : A tragediy of tlomesitic life in the first chapter. -ii if I' Mona Liesure, or The Cramped Sole. 5 Insense, an appeal to the intellectdal slsiicl-:ere His Wife Used the Same Pcrfumzfu +A tlierilling, realistic, and detailed drama of married life-disclosing the Eternal Triaiiigle it itsxmost harrowing angle. if if 46 Has anybody read The Candle That Went Ont, by Rudyard Kipling? + if -ll' When Ink Fermentsn-then will the dear old school days be appreciated. WHAT ABOUT YOUR REPORT CARD? WVe were crowded in the school room, 'Tis a fearful thing in school time Not a soul would dare to speak, T0 have read aloud 0119's marks? One hundred, seventy, sixty, It was noon and every scholar Spell dread solitude, or larks. Found both knees were very weak. So we 131:22 d the God of Learning, And we sat in perfect silence, , cheer For the dullest really cares- And re f?lt a feeling dreari I have failed, each girl did whisper, AS We Sauled home to luncheml As Miss Burke came up the stairs. With a conscience free and Clear' full of fear. KATE, '22. Works andDays H311 Vive lu France! Tower of St. Margaret Tlic- Halo Ladies Secrets Forbidden Fruit lntvrmvdite II Primary Pastimes The Long and Short of It The Follies of '20 A Family Affair The Punishment Holding the Mirror Up to Nature 621 Works and Days PENMANSHIP IN STUDY HALL Mrs. Price has distant hopes of graduating future penmen Professors Palmer and Zaner. This idea has been evolved to frustrate the plans of those sinners who have used Study Hall for Day Dreaming or as a fitting place for vocalization. At the same time it benefits those who do not exactly write, but merely shed ink. Some girls complain of dizziness from making circles. The Jackson Street car is a vital part in the life of every Burke girl. You see, every one of us has undergone some detaining tragedy, and the street car generally figures in the make-up of a good excuse. But lately both girls and teachers are imploring the motormen to discover some new possible accident. ' 'Misplaced trolleys,' ' H turned back ears,' ' ' 'hot boxes,' ' slipped off the tracks, are so threadbare. We want something new-something vague. Alas! street cars, like bicycles, have their limitations. The non-Coeducational schools have taken radical steps in raising women to the level of men. Women Judges and Congressmen are past issues compared to the popular schoolgirl institution of adopting upper-grade girls for sweethearts. In fact, it is proven that the fair sex make much more sympathetic and intelligent lovers than ordinary boys-not to mention the convenience of eliminating the chaperon. Witness the various affaires de cour at the masquerade. BOOKKEEPIN G BALAN CES Instructor-Define bank note. Budding Bookkeeper-Bank in the side of a stream. Note is to set down. Bank note is to set down by the side of a stream. Angelic Audrey-What do you think, Gladys, dear? Our bookkeeping instructor always seems so kind and yet the other day she told me to strike my March balance! Instructor--What is money? Idealistic Isabel-Money is a universal provider of everything except happiness and a universal passport to every place but heaven, and as happiness and heaven are the only two things I am in quest of, I have no use for money. A SILENT EMOTION Snip, snip, went the gardener as he promptly shattered all rejuberance of growth from the border around the fish pond+ and so-Oh, Mrs. Wright-and so who knows that thou, too, doth shatter my very soul by impelling me to correct this most faulty and impossible journal! Mrs. Pope-Class pronounce P-s-y-c-h-e three times. Chorus-Fishy, fishy, fishy. Nip-Why is a Post Grad. like a greedy little boy at a Thanksgiving dinner! Tuck--Because after he's finished, he comes back for more. ANOTHER CRY OF THE SOUL Awake, Oh soul of mine, Awake, strike back! Alas, bound down, pinned down With shackles of the beastly day It vainly moves, a skeleton Chained by past unaccomplishments, Stained by red ink, Labeled with impoverishing Debits And miscalculated Credits! I should worry and be a Bookkeeper, to sit on a high stool and lose my Balance. Works andDays f631 GEMS OF YOUTHFUL THOUGHT I received a unanimous letter yesterday and I'm trying to find out who sent it. A RIDDLE Old Mother Twitchett has but one eye And a long tail which she lets fly 5 And every time she goes over a gap She leaves a bit of her tail in a trap. A Needle and Thread. ANNE Kosrnn, Primary IV. THE LINE OF DEMARCATION Primary Person-Friday I had a birthday party. Interested Teacher-Oh dear, and you didn 't ask me. A Primary Person-Oh no, my mother wanted only ladies so we didn 't ask any teachers. Dana DlllllI'Jl1f'-113ll6lllOlS8ll8, is Edith Dohrmann an Epidemic? Mlle. Decour-Why, Dana--a what? Dana-You knovvg one of those Epidemic Qi-Xcademicj girls. Teacher-VVhat is the feminine of Monk? Pupil-Monkey. Teacher-No, none QNunj. A copulative verb is a couple of verbs. Teacher-Finish this sentence with a di- rect object coinplenientx Wise men avoid in 77 Pupil-Women I The ducks made a great CHARLATAN when they heard the noise. QSee Webster 's Unabridgedj Mrs. Knox fholding up a page containing a mapj-Now girls, this is a diagram show- ing Sherman is march to the sea. Doctor 's daughter C just waking upj-Oh, what part of the anatomy is that? Mrs. Price-Look out for that ink, Fran- cesca. Francesca-Oh, that 's all right. I have on a dark blue skirt. M. Lee-Elinor's poem isn't bad if you don't analyze it. Mrs. Pope--Yes, it's wonderful if you don 't read it at all. Nan Qsearching through Palgrave 's Gold- en Treasuryj-I beg your pardon, Mrs. Pope. Mrs. Pope-Your attention isnlt very good. Nan-No, I was looking for True Love. Mrs. Pope Cconclescendinglyj-You'll find that a little later. Nan Qthoughtfullyj-I think I'll take up toe dancing. Elinor--do tellg that WOULD be up lift- ing. Very young child to mother fwho is sort- ing out old clothes-Oh, mamma, what are you going to do with all those clothes? Mother-I'm going to send them to the poor Belgium children. Child-Oh, hasn't Mr, Belgium any work? Mrs. Pope-Class pronounce Hp-s-y-c-h-e' ' three times. Chorus-Fishy, fishy, fishy. HCTOMIXG EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADONVS BEFORE. , Ex fy gigs W Q7 FEI- Qixx W QM swim Q ll i lx. ,v .....i f .fy -.- Qs lea, v y l pf' If ,Q XT, Elizabeth Pope, '21 llill Works and Days I3 as wg 51 5 fs it 5: if 'Q ff 5 ,, S ,51 ii E Z7 if -.1 ki 'i E E43 ff lf . , he E im 51 3 fl: .lf iw. H F? is rf S U1 is 753 H 3 ga 5 rr 25 5 if HQ 2:3 ,L