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

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1935 volume:

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Principal Primary, Music, Choral . . German, Shorthand, Typing . Intermediate IV, . . . . Art,Sewing . Intermediate II . Nursery School . . English . French . Latin . . . French . Intermediate I . Intermediate III . . . Mathematics Ass't Nursery School . . . . French . History . Dramatics Science . . . Primary I, II Bookkeeping . Spanish W 0 r le s dv' 73 a y s P if ADMINISTRATION KATHERINE BURKE . Librarian TII,.I.IE MAY BUTTNER . . . Secretary MYRA SHANNON . . Assistant Secrefary HEALTH AND PHYSICAL EDUCATION DR. WILLIAM PALMER LUCAS . FLORENCE DUGAN ANDREWS . RUTH HETTINGER . DOROTHY KILPATRICK LAURINE KUHN . SARAH STEPHENSON MARY KEAST . . FRANCES TUM SUDEN BARBARA BROWNE JANET DAVIS . SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS . School Physician . . School N ursc' Physical Ealucafion . Tennis Coach Physical Ed ucafion Physical Education . . President . Vice-President . Secretary . 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I, 'r A -, V, 5'-- 'Z ' ' . , . - , V-, ,. 9, Sf h, F, , ,A Works 49- Days i' EDITCRIAL , THIS CLASS of '3 5, are about to sail out onto the sea of life. We will feel strange waters lapping at the sides of our craft, and often we will be in doubt and will not know which way to steer our vessel. We will meet storms as well as fair weather on our journey. But, as we stand here on shore and gaze out on the waters, we are not afraid, for we know that we have been in a safe harbor, we have learned the ways of navigating, our craft has been made watertight. We will not sink as we sail out and on. HERMINE KING, '35 -fs? -At' Worfks 69' Days i' THE UNKNOWN WATERS T ALL TOOK PLACE in one of those little brown houses along that winding road up Telegraph Hill, which look right out on San Francisco Bay. There were two children, Manuel, about nineteen years old, and Maria, a young girl about seventeen, in the. Parietta family. Oh yes, and I forgot to mention that Mr. Parietta was doing moderately well in a macaroni factory on the waterfront, while good natured Mrs. Parietta kept the home fires burning. The Parietta family did not possess any too much money, but they managed to get along quite comfortably, with Manuel working in the winery and Mr. Parietta in the. factory. Then too, Maria, who had only about three more months ahead of her before she would be out of high school, was expecting to set up a business of her own as a seamstress, having already gained local fame in the art. As a seamstress, Maria could easily provide for her own needs, although she lived at home. The day finally arrived when Maria decided to hang the sign on the front door of the Parietta home reading in large black letters, Maria Parietta--Expert Se.amstress.', Her business was very successful and she made many new acquaintances, among whom was a Mrs. Fiaschi. Mrs. Fiaschi had a son, Ramon, a young art student, who grew to be very fond of Maria. After their Hrst meeting, Ramon and Maria found themselves spending a good deal of their time together. As time passed Ramon and Maria were often seen walking along the waterfront. As they watched the. big liners and other ocean vessels coming in and out of the Golden Gate, they would try to imagine what lay beyond the long horizon line and picture themselves sailing out on those unknown waters. Ramon however, knew that his future should lie beyond this horizon and he had secret hopes of some day seeing them fulfilled. On the other hand, Maria knew that her life would always be centered around the hill where she had grown up. Frequently, Ramon would speak of his aspirations to Maria. All they could ever hope to do would be to dream about a wonderful career for Ramon, for there was no possible prospect for its realization. Ramon, however, was making a good deal of progress in his art studies, in which he was rapidly becoming an outstanding student. 4 Q N. EJ? QQX4 W 0 r la 5 da D a y s H .... qt -..ri .... e ev.. -..cn Some people believe in miracles, but this one was certainly a hard one for Ramon and Maria to believe. Ramon had received an offer from an art critic to serve as an apprentice to a prominent artist in Rome for a year. The art critic had visited the school which Ramon was attending, and had been very much impressed with Ramon's work. This news was rather hard on Maria for she had never dreamed of such a thing, but she managed to show enough enthusiasm for Ramon, and besides, one year wasn't so very long, at least it didn't seem so, then. Well, preparations were started, for Ramon was to sail out on those unknown waters for Rome and the beginning of his career, in two weeks. During those last two weeks, Ramon and Maria began to realize how much they meant to each other, Maria felt this especially. What a faithful friend, and pleasant diversion from her rather monotonous sewing, Ramon had been, and yet if she hadn't set up the business, maybe they wouldn't have met. And so the day arrived for Ramon's departure. It was with a sad and longing gaze that Maria watched Ramon's ship sail out through che Golden Gate! When Ramon arrived at his destination, he took up his position right away and soon gained esteem. He wrote frequently and regularly to Maria who received his letters with eagerness. As time passed, however, Ramon's letters grew farther and farther apart for he had wrapped himself up in his work and he could think of nothing else, not even Maria. Meanwhile, Maria had made enough money to finance the building of a nice comfortable home, which was soon nearing completion. Her brother had married a young girl, who had become heiress to a large fortune in the oil industry, so he was taken care of g but her father had grown too old for workg therefore., she was the sole support of her father and mother. It was with great excitement that the three of them had planned the new home on a beautiful site on the same Telegraph Hill. In spite of all this cause for happiness, Maria knew that something was lacking. No matter how hard she tried, she could not keep the thought of Ramon out of her mind. He was famous now, a great painter with a large studio of his own, with crowds of distinguished people thronging his home and demanding his services, receiving medals from the nobility of all parts of Europe. He lived in a world entirely different from hers-across those waters, no longer unknown to him but which would be forever unknown to Maria Parietta. LUCY E. BALLENTINE, Ac. IV. -XX '-12 -Qt' iS Worksdailays 'A' EBB TIDE With her white face full of agony Under her dripping locks, I hear the wretched restless sea, Complaining to the rocks. Helplessly in her great despair She shudders on the sand, The dull weeds dropping from her hair, And they pale shells from her hand. It is sad to see her lie in the dreary deep, With her beating, heaving breast, Sobbing herself to sleep, Here where she seeks her rest. Alas! for the sea, tired and lone, Why was there none to say The wave that strikes on the water-worn stone Must unfold and fall away. BETTY JEAN SHANEDLING, Ac. II .-49. Dark waters on a moonlit night, My only thought is that I should sink beneath your cool Glitter and find what is hidden In that billowing carpet . . . Every movement tells of The enchantment and the Mystic beauty, lying on the Other side of that Liquid sapphire wall . . . HERMINE KING, F -:fix-:ff I Zfi'-'f EBRUARY, Ac. IV Works Cv- Bays i' LAF CAD IO The sound of excitement Hlled the air as the ruddy faced men prepared the nets and baskets at Fisherman's Wharf, for today the fishing fleet was to sail for the first catch of the season. Lafcadio D'Annunzio, the best beloved of the young fishermen, stood by the door of his rude house, a few blocks away, bidding his wife Ilena goodbye. He was tall of stature and his usually gay, black eyes had a tinge of sadness in them. Don't worry about me, Ilena. I'l1 be all right. Really. Oh, but Lafcadio, look how black the clouds are and how murky and sullen the sea is. Although he knew the sea and sky were threatening in appearance, and a bad storm from the south was brewing, he feigned innocence of this knowledge. There, Ilena, let's forget about it, and remember, when I return I promise to go to Halfmoon Bay with you. Tenderly he kissed her and then strode quickly to the wharf, where he climbed into the hatch of the Golden City. The small crafts, with their gasoline engines sputtering, tugged vainly at their hawsers. Finally the word was given and they sailed, one by one, out of the harbor. No sooner were they beyond The Heads, than the storm struck. Tor- rential rain beat down against the craft as it pitched and rolled in the tempestuous sea. Look out! Here it comes . . . but before he could finish, Lafcadio was hurled unmercifully into the seething water. Frantically he groped about in the darkness and grasped at a piece of driftwood that lunged toward him from the battered boat. His bruised and slippery hands took hold of it and with a last spark of energy he clung to it. Frantically he held on, but his battered body could stand no more. His grip loosened and slowly he sank from sight. Early the next morning, as the sun was rising from behind the eastern hills, the fishing fleet came slowly into the bay. With heavy hearts the men fastened the hawsers and walked slowly to the fish exchange, for Lafcadio, their Lafcadio, had gone into the West, never to return again. ANITA RODIEK, Ac. IV. H-1:-' -'IG' ,fee QSX- Works Ctr Days I 'A' SEAL LULLABY Hush-a-bye seal, Sleep in the bay, Do not awaken 'Til the end of the day. MARISA TRAINA, PRIM. IV l0T Who fashions Waves? Teaches them to play, To dance and sing? Who tells them When 'Tis time to leap and roar, To dash upon a rocky shore- Or when to lie serenely still, At peace with all the world, A mirror for God's heavens? LOUISE HENLEY, AC. IV .LGT THANKFUL I'm thankful that I run and play. I'm thankful that I see. I'm thankful for my mouth and ears, For all that God gave me. LUCY HARRISON, PRIM. IV. 'JE' iii Works 49' Days SM mv 'k SUNSET ON THE PACIFIC A cool, brisk, yet soft wind sweeping through the cypress trees and the rush of the Water are the only disturbances in the still afternoon air. The clear blue winter sky, with a few soft white clouds floating high and the green-brown hills across the water make an appropriate background for the farewell kiss of the setting sun. On the far-off horizon the flaming disk sinks lower and lower every second, until only a thin line of Vermilion remains. The green-brown hills change to a soft mauve, then to a deep purple and the filmy clouds grow coral, seeming to have a golden lining, the very heavens are in their greatest glory. All at once the horizon loses its spot of color with only a screen remaining behind it, like the reflection of a great fire. Slowly the hills become darker, the coral and gold of the clouds disappear, the sea changes to a deep ultra-marine and the salt tang in the air increases. Little twinkling lights appear and before a few minutes have elapsed, darkness envelopes the entire picture. By degrees more lights ap- pear until it seems as if man-made power were trying to obliterate the beauty of God's little crystals in His deep blue heaven. ELENA ROLANDI, Ac. IV. Q,. PANORAMA OF THE SEA A lonely, dejected figure . . . a flock of sea gulls soaring high . . . a rush of friendly wind . . . the incessant pounding, roaring of restless waves on the cold, hard, rocky coast . . . how close the pale blue sky seems . . . the salt spray falls as softly as dew . . . why is the Water so blue? . . . and yet . . . yonder it is green . . . a gull dives . . . the w-aves sparkle with a thousand tiny rainbows . . . why does the water foam? . . . when I reach to touch it, it fades away . . . queer . . . wild . . . savage . . . kind . . . the wind is rising . . . cold . . . hard . . . beating down on the small waves . . . it hurls foam and spray higher . . . higher . . . once small waves become huge, battling break- ers . . . how deafening they are . . . every sound is drowned by the booming, crash of water upon the rocks . . . the blue sky . . . grey now . . . swept clear and free of soft, elusive, cloud banks . . . rain . . . tide . . . changeless . . . time. ' X I fig' -dnt' SALLY STOKES TYLER, Ac. II. ,X fx if Jw QE 55- Works 49' Days i' NIGHT There is a glamour walks abroad at night Aloof and strange, not evil and not good. It muffles common sounds in a deep hood Of living silence, tangible and bright. It cloaks the trees in misty armor white, Wrought by a spell in some old shadowy wood Whose secret aisles have stubbornly withstood The cruel curiosity of light. Though I should lose day,s beauties were I blind, Yet should I keep the night's sweet mystery. I should still hear the plain song of the- wind, And the unquiet tree's soft litany. And in the wild wastes of the sky I'd find The stars I knew, feeling them smile on me. JUSTINE MCCARTHY, Ac. IV. -4,- THE COMING OF THE ENTERPRISE The messenger ran swiftly down the street calling out the news that the Enterprise,' had just entered the harbor. After his task was finished he entered the town saloon to chat with his cronies. In the biggest home in town, a beautiful girl was repeating the tidings to herself. It had been so long and at last he was back to claim her as his bride. What matter the days of waiting. What matter the scarcity of letters. Muse on, lovely lady- be happy while you may. Sorrow is coming on swift feet-and the messen- ger sped on. In a little. shack bereft of comfort, lay a dying woman. Her wrinkled, pain-filled face lit up with a smile. She would see her son once more before she lifted the dark curtain and dropped it behind her forever. And the messenger sped on. A young mother looked tenderly down at her first born, sleeping in his cradle. She. awaited her young husband's return. How happy he would be. And the messenger sped on, little dreaming of the joy and sorrow he was bringing to others. LUCRETIA HOUGHTELING, Ac. II. K2 if i5 ff gif-1 Works Cv- Days i' SHADOW ON THE SANDS 'Twas many, many years ago My grandmama told me, A gallant weathered sailing ship Set out upon the sea. A round full moon was in the sky, But clouds had gathered low, A maid stood on the silver sands And begged him not to go. The bells rang clear from out the sea, He waved a fond goodbye. He couldn't see the salty tear Nor hear her lonely sigh. 'Tis many moons full long agone The sea did take its toll Whilst now the bells from out the depths Still sing their dismal dole. The maid now lies in peaceful death Beneath a carven stone, No longer need she. watch the sea Forever all alone. But old 'uns say when winds do moan And waves are breaking high, A pale form flits across the sands, And softly does she sigh. DOROTHY WALKER, Ac. IV. ...QT THE END OF THE DAY It was sunset on the bay. The last golden hues of the sun were shining on the sails of a small boat. The boat left ripples behind it as it slipped into its dock. A large steamer rolled majestically out of the port, and glided along in the cool gray water. Then, like a great white ghost the fog enveloped the bay. Stars twinkled and the moon was the master of the night! PATRICIA LOWREY, INT. III. 'qi' f -as-' ,fi fix. Works GDN 'Days 'k DARK SHIP ROM OUR small cottage by the sea, I often wander down from the cliffs where it is situated, to the very edge of one of the abyss that forms the hem on the tumbled skirt of the ocean. It is strangely restful to me to sit and feast my eyes on the deep green and shadows of the rocks, and the water dashing into the caves that it has worn itself during countless dashings. There is one cave in particular that holds a fascination for me. For tangled in its slimy black rocks are the gnarled remains of a ship's rigging. It serves as a veritable puzzle for me to muse on how and why these lone spars have drifted in here. Where were they severed? How did they happen to come loose, and how far did they drift before they found a final resting place here in my small obscure cave, where they remain to be dashed to pieces in years to come by the grinding force of the foam and waves? It makes one see perhaps, a dark night, heaving, billowing waves, the sky roaring and dashing down water and still more water to mix with the already terrifying supply surging over the decks of a small schooner, wallowing in the agonized, clutching grip of waves that howl with mad fury in their awful desire to swallow, to devour the trembling, defenseless little ship. The water seems to say, What are the feelings of this bundle of wood to me? What I want, I take. And the pleadings of the ship have no effect upon the greediness of the ocean. The gluttonous appetite of the water seems unending. Nothing, nothing can satisfy this fiendish, grasping, terrifying monster. The wind, brother of the sea and partner in her plan to devour the boat and thrust it down into the very depths of her maw, howls and plucks at the bones and sinews of the tiny boat. The sailors, too puny for the gulping waters to even heed, are rattled about like so many old dice, and when occasionally one rolls off the table. into the darkness, no one bothers to search for him. These futile pawns, thinking to ease the burden of the sea's pathetic quarry, cut off the rigging and spars, and cast them overboard into the roaring darkness. But even this is not enough. Surely and tenaciously the sea Wins her unequal struggle against this makeshift of man, and the mass of the boat sinks, drawn by the sucking, insistent vortex below it, carrying with it all evidence of its being, except the few spars cut off in a moment of despair. By now the ship has been long sunk and lies at the bottom of heavy waters. No sound disturbs it as it lies hidden in the silence of years. It has a beautiful resting place made more inspiring by the awful quiet and still- 4 txt Jef' QQ4 Works if Days ' if ness. Small creatures glide softly, paying tribute to this manmade thing now gracing a God created region from whence none return to cell the beauties. This I see in my thoughts as I gaze into my cave by the now quiet un- dulating ripples. The water is patiently still, waiting for another chance to grasp some helpless boat far at sea. All this is clear to me as I laze there. And so I leave and wander thought- fully back to the cottage, watching as I go, the sea stretching far out before me-leading, to where? HERMINE KING, Ac. IV. -31 SEA Blue above, Blue below, Unbounded Liquid Miles. Salt wind blowing, Running ride, Skies of clouded tiles. Distant, grey, unchanging shores: Inletsg Crystal creeks. Freshening sea and dashing spray A ship besprinkled bay. Thunder, Lightning, Bursting tide, f Destruction, Falling rain. A fierce and foaming, fighting ocean, A billowing, mocking main. PEGGY SLoss Ac. II ,Ag X A '-'EE' -fi' ff ff xx Works Za' Days 'k COOL WILDERNESS I floated down a watery road Through a cool, green wilderness. Pearly shells and radiant fish Lined this path of oblivious rest. Floating weeds, like phantom wraiths, Waved their arms at devil fish. And grotesque coral trees arrayed, Shelter for the smaller fish. I thought of far-off tropic isles, On seeing the lovely colored flowers That decked the grottoes, deep and vast, Fairy places, the mermaids' bowers. My heart was soothed by the cool, deep green, And as I wandered ceaselessly Through the wilderness of the sea, It seemed that time had ceased to be. MARY KEAST, Ac. IV. .lit A LEGEND OF THE RHINE Long ago all the gods were assembled in Valhalla. A very important question had been brought up. The gods were planning to give man a gift, but what would it be? All the gods were very perplexed. Suddenly one god jumped to his feet with a shout. Give the men water! he cried. This suggestion was received with great pleasure. Give man WATER, the very thing! The next day, on the flat surface of the earth shone a sparkling river. One by one the gods deposited their gifts to it. I, said one, give it brightness and beauty. I, said another, give it power and wealth. And I, said still another, give it folklore and mystery. The gods went back to Asgard and Valhalla well content, for they had given man a wonderful present, The Rhine. VIRGINIA VINCENT, INT. III. pkg Lfxy QQ4 Works da' Days 'k COWARD The band playing, confusion, noise, screams rent the air. The radio operator tried frantically to put an S. O. S. through, but it was useless. The wires were broken. He stumbled out on the deck of the lurching ship. The milling passengers, shoved and knocked him down. Picking himself up he braced himself against the door. He, Peter Rosson, thirty-one and near death. As these thoughts passed through his mind, he found that his teeth were chattering. Taking a cigarette from his case he tried to light it with shaking hands. But the wind blew the flame out. Surely he was not afraid. Suddenly the ship gave a sickening lurch. Madly he fought his way through the mob. Oh! for a life belt, he must find one. A small old woman was clutching one in her worn hands. Madly he grabbed it and pushed his way through the terrified passengers. He could hardly adjust it for his trembling hands. Finally it was on. The women and children were in the life boats. Only the men were left. As he pushed his way over the rail, his broad shoulders jostling, he stumbled over a small heap. Quickly he picked it up. It was the old woman. Suddenly he knew -he knew he was a coward. That was why his teeth were chattering, his hands shaking. Why, he was not worthy to live. He had taken a life belt from an old woman who could have been his mother. Slowly his head sinking, his huge frame seemed to wilt. He who had always prided himself on his strength, his daring, the lowest of beings, a coward. But, he must do something. Quickly he removed his life belt and gently raised the shivering frame and adjusted the belt around her. Carrying her to the rail he tossed her to a sailor in the lowering lifeboat. The first rays of dawn enfolded the sinking ship, the band was playing Nearer My God to Thee. Slowly he raised his head, his whole frame straightened, his eyes were brave. He had redeemed himself in the eyes of his Maker, and he was near to Him. MAXINE Dow, Ac. IV. ff K ii -. ' .,f'Xx X, Works Cas Days 'A' TO THE MACON O queen of land, of sky, of all our hearts Caressed, by the wind and gently rocked And warmed by the sun, whose rays enhanced Thy beauty, ne'er surpassed. O why must Fate Destroy the pride of e,v'ry patriot's heart? One morn from out the fog a ghost-like form Might steal and cause the watching world to gasp With awe, but soon thou would return into The mist--where thou art now forever-for Fate Destroyed the pride of eviry patriot's heart! Apollo's beams at close of day might strike Your silv'ry shield and make it gleam and glow Like embers o'er our lovely Golden Gate. A sight we,ll ne'er again behold-for Fate Destroyed the pride of ev'ry patriot's heart! O queen of land, of sky, of all our hearts Caressed, by the wind and gently rocked And warmed by the sun, whose rays enhanced Thy beauty, ne,er surpassed. O why must Fate Destroy the pride of ev'ry patriot's heart? AUDREY JONES Ac IV Works Cas Da y s wk . THE SEA Qone is the clipper ship of old Gone are the men, who on her deck Braved the gale, the storm, the cold. And now in the midst of this poor old wreck Here I stand, on this reef of sand, Gazing and wondering at this great sea This sea of wrath, this sea of sorrow, So fierce today, so calm tomorrow. POLLY GHIRARDELLI, INT. IV. L31 WISH I WERE A SAILOR I wish I were a sailor To sail out on the seag I do not Want to stay around When there's such a lot to see. LOUISA JENKINS, PRIM. IV. AQ.. MY LOVE I go cruising in peaceful waters, On the blue and dashing sea, But I would never be content Unless you were with me. BARBARA MALTBY INT. I '-fl' -vie' , . fi fr Works das Days i' THE WRECK A scattered hulk between the rocks Lies dismal, torn, and gray. A tattered hulk between che rocks Lies moulding with decay. Mournful winds go sweeping through Its masts so tall and bare. While curling 'bout its faded flag The fog, its only snare. Spreads like a blanket o'er its shape Hiding it from view. While in the fog there seem to float Ghostly images of its crew. MARY DE SURVILLE, INT. II. -45.- The endless seas stretch far away, A dazzling, monotonous blueg In the wake of the ship little wavelets play, Dancing the ocean through. They race and curl so quick and free, In never-ceasing whirls, Above the mermaids in the sea, Who use their foam for curls. But as the little wavelets play, The traveler's heart is wrungg His native land is far away, His island's song is sung, And he will wander on today, To foreign lands and new, The endless seas stretch far away, A dazzling, monotonous blue. IVIARY KEAST, Ac. IV iflxif: .QQ4 - , V fi- -H ,,- ' , 4 ff -PZ,-b--2 Y- -5 ,Y -:-- gi - f Xx -H ,f X . ff fav ,fgff I I ffl, X! .T ' ,f J' 1 f , ,f!,,,7j f f , W7 if f V' f f f X P, f , I, V, ,' f If ' 1 f ' X , f ff fff ' 1 X 1 X ff' fffff X ml? Q1 H14 , 4 AETlVlTlE5 Works dow Days 5 , . 5 WORKS AND DAYS STAFF HERMINE KING . LOUISE HENLEY . ELENA ROLANDI . GABRIELLE DETERT . DOROTHY WALKER . JUSTINE MCCARTHY . YVONNE SBARBORO . . CATHERINE JANE ROLPH HELEN DAVIS . . . ANITA RODIEK . . . . Editor . . . LiteraryEctitor Assistant Literary Editor . . . . Art Editor . Assistant Art Editor . Business Manager . School Notes . Activities . Photographs . Alumrzac' W 0 r la s if 73 a y s -7enM,.--- wk PENGUINS The Penguins have held their meetings regularly every Monday after- noon, during the past school year, from 3 to 4 o'clock in the Library. The informal gatherings have been enjoyed by all the members and we thank Miss Brown for her excellent advice. ELENA ROLANDI ..... . . President I-IERMINE KING . . Vice-President CECILY RAY . . . . Treasurer JUSTINE MCCARTHY . . Secretary W orles Q'9s Days 'A' THE ATHLETIC CCDUNCIL This has been the fourth year of the Athletic Association. There. IS a meeting once a month, or oftener if necessary, to discuss the athletic activities of the school and to plan for future sports days. This year the Council plans to give a bridge tea. We hope it will be as great a success as it was last year. President . . Vice- Presid ent . Secretary . . . Recording Secretary Tennis . . . Basketball . . Hockey . S peed ball . Baseball . Archery . Riding . . Valley Ball . . . Pictures . . . junior Representative MEMBERS . JOANNE LEWITT . AUDREY JONES . . MARY KEAST . FRANCES TUM SUDEN . . HELEN DAVIS CATHERINE JANE ROLPH . . KATE LAWRENCE . DOROTHY WALKER . . ANNE EATON ADELE RODENBAUGH . . HERMINE KING . . . PEGGY SLoss MARJORIE LIVINGSTON . . POLLY LAWRENCE Works Gr Days Aid will 'A' CHORAL This year our choral has done much toward learning more about music. In April we gave our annual operetta. This year it was a charming story called Maid in japan which we greatly enjoyed producing. We feel, however, that all our accomplishments are due to Miss Adkins, thanks to her untiring efforts in our behalf. ALISTAIRE MCDONALD, President. Works Cas Days i' BLOCK B HONOR SOCIETY This year the girls in the Block B Honor Society enjoyed many pleasant Saturday mornings horseback riding in Golden Gate Park and on the Beach. Following these rides there were lovely breakfasts served at the girls' homes. One weekend of May was spent at Woodside, where the girls went riding and enjoyed some wonderful California sunshine. The members of the Block B Society are: Helen Davis, Audrey Jones, Maxine Dow, Hermine King, Joanne Lewitt, Catherine Jane Rolph, Dor- othy Walker and Frances tum Suden. The girls together with Miss Kuhn had a splendid year and regret that this will be their last. FRANCES TUM SUDEN, President. 149, CIRCLE B Six girls were initiated last year, three freshmen and three sophomores, so we have eleven members in the Society. It was difficult to get all of them together at the same time, but We had a lot of recess meetings at which most of the members appeared. In the early part of March We had a delightful party. We had supper at the Women's City Club and went to a good movie afterwards. Most of the members this year were very active out at Playfield and in all the school sports and the older members may have earned enough points to become Block B's next year. New girls will enter the Circle B's and I wish them lots of success. KATE LAWRENCE, President. WflVk,S ive Pays E is siesi EAW , Y ei ,, EE, BASKETBALL We all enjoyed the basketball season under Miss Kuhn's guidance. Won- derful cooperation and hard work were the two essential factors which resulted in making the season the successful one it Was. Practice began immediately after mid-term finals, and continued until the twenty-ninth of March. We had a very pleasant day with Anna Head School at our Playfield on February sixteenth, and played inter-class basketball from the seventh grade up. We also had a delightful basketball day at our Playfield with the Sarah Dix Hamlin School on March thirtieth. CATHERINE JANE ROLPH, Manager. Works ivy Days ir an TENNIS This year tennis has a very bright future. More than thirty girls have come out for practice under the excellent supervision of Miss Kilpatrick and Miss Fitch, our coaches. We have arranged three preliminary matches for this year with Anna Head, Miss Wallace's and the Sarah Dix Hamlin Schools. We hope the season will be a victorious one. HELEN DAVIS . . . . Manager Miss KILPATRICK . . Coach Miss FITCH . . Coach Works 69' Days nm- 'k HOCKEY We began our hockey practice. this year at the end of September. Thirty- two girls came out for the sport. After several weeks we selected two teams and six extra. The teams were not first and second in rating, but two teams as even as we could make them. Our first inter-scholastic game was over at the Dominican Convent in San Rafael. Anna Head's School was also there and our two teams played the two teams from each school. We played each game off in fifteen minutes without resting. Our first team tied with Head's and Dominican's teams. Our second team won both games. We challenged our alumnae down at Stanford to a game, but we waited until too late and they were all through with their hockey season and didn't accept our challenge. We had hockey games open to all at Playfield on Sunday mornings for two months. We were usually short a few players on each team, but we had a lot of fun. KATE LAWRENCE, Hockey Manager. Works 6 Days 'k SPEEDBALL The interest for this new sport has increased tremendously during the past two terms. This year we had hoped for one or two inter-school games, but unfortunately no satisfactory dates could be arranged. However, the Intermediate III and IV classes played on a Friday afternoon, the Inter- mediate IV class coming out the victor. D DOROTI-IY WALKER, Manager. BASEBALL As yet our team hasn,t started practice. But now that spring is here, and under the coaching of Miss Kuhn, we hope to have a fine season. ANN EATON, Manager. VOLLEYBALL This year volleyball was not played during class at Playfield. However, when we went over to Dominican with Anna Head School we took two volleyball teams. Everybody had a fine time and we hope to play more volleyball next year. PEGGY SLOss, Volleyball Manager. ARCHERY This year as last year, the archery class met on Friday afternoons. On November twenty-fourth we played the Dominican Convent. It has been a highly successful season and We hope there will be as much interest in archery next year as there has been this year. ADELE RODENBAUGH, Manager. RIDING This year we have enjoyed riding immensely. It is a new sport for us, and an activity to which we have long looked forward. The three classes a week are well filled and keep our instructor, Mrs. Warren Burke, very busy. We are sure that every year riding will become more firmly fixed in the list of school activities. HERMINE KING, Riding Manager. orks if Da ir BA BlES'Ol.D AND NEW' orks C9 73:1 , Tk COURTYARD PRIMARIES Works Cv' Days ' if SCHOOL LOG-1934-1935 1934 TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 4. Opening of school. FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 7. Class officers elected. Athletic Council tea at the Playfield. MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 10. Admission Day holiday. FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 21. Reception to the new girls and buffet supper at the Playfield. SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 30. Fathers invited to the Playfield to play tennis with their daughters. WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 3. The drummers were Miss Burke's guests at Reinhardt's production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. MONDAY, OCTOBER 8. Catherine Jane Rolph and Frances tum Suden elected song leaders. SUNDAY, OCTOBER 21. Athletic Council Marin County hike and picnic. TUESDAY, OCTOBER 30. Annual Hallowe'en Festival at the Playfield for Works and Days. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 3. Frances tum Suden represented Miss Burke's School on Community Chest broadcast. FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 9. Mass meeting of Private Schools for the Community Chest held at Calvary Presbyte- rian Church. MONDAY, NOVEMBER 12. Armistice Day holiday. FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 16. Playfield Sports Day for Mothers and Faculty. FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 23. Community Chest Luncheon attended by Miss Burke and Academic Class officers. WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 28. Special program by Primaries for their parents. THURSDAY AND FRIDAY, NovEMBER 29-30. Thanksgiving holiday. WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER S. Block B initiation of two new members at Playfield. SATURDAY, DECEMBER 8. Tennis and Hockey games at San Rafael with Dominican Convent, the Anna Head School and Miss Burke's. Woarks dew Days 'A' MONDAY, DECEMBER 10. Through the courtesy of Mr. W. G. Swigert, Miss Burke took the Academic II Class to see the construction of the Golden Gate Bridge. THURSDAY, DECEMBER 13. Marilyn Dotyis violin recital. FRIDAY, DECEMBER 14. Basketball match between the Seniors and Juniors. The Juniors were victorious. THURSDAY, DECEMBER 20. Living Pictures were posed by the Academic III's at the Century Club. FRIDAY, DECEMBER 21. The Senior Class entertained the Primaries. Santa Claus and a Christmas Tree. Christmas Carols at the school by the Choral. SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22. The Choral sang Christmas Carols at the San Francisco Nursery for Homeless Children and at The Crocker Home. Miss Burke entertained them in her home afterwards. FRIDAY, DECEMBER 21 TO MONDAY, JANUARY 7. Christmas vacation. 1935 MONDAY, JANUARY 7. School reopened. FRIDAY, JANUARY 11. ' Emporium visited by Intermediate II and III's to see the exhibit of the toys of children of other lands. WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 16. Mrs. Leonard W. Kronkhite, the Dean of Radcliffe College, talked to the Seniors and Juniors. MONDAY, JANUARY 21 T0 FRIDAY, JANUARY 25. Mid-year Hnal examinations. THURSDAY, JANUARY 31. The Cotton Blossom Singers sang negro spirituals. The Junior Class assumed the financial responsibility. TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 5 . Mr. Frederic Stover's reading on Peer Gynt. FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 8. Dr. Willard Smith of Mills College addressed the academic classes. THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 14. St. Valentine's Day celebrated throughout the school. SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 16. Basketball at Playiield. Castilleja School, The Anna Head School and Miss Burke's School participated. Works ive Days 'A' FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 22. George Washington'S Birthday holiday. MONDAY, MARCH 4. Mrs. Esterly of Scripps College at school. THURSDAY, MARCH 7. Mostyn Thomas, baritone, of the San Carlo Opera Company visited the school and sang. Reciprocating, the Primary Orchestra performed for him. FRIDAY, MARCH 22. Tennis with The Anna Head School at the Palace of Fine Arts tennis courts. THURSDAY, MARCH 28. June Ames gave a program of songs. FRIDAY, MARCH 29. Allen Lane showed his Alaskan pictures. Basketball at Playfield with the Hamlin School. SATURDAY, APRIL 6. Athletic Council Bridge Tea at School. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 10. Japanese Operetta by the Choral. FBIDAY, APRIL 12 TO MONDAY, APRIL 22. Easter vacation. MONDAY, APRIL 22. Seniors went back to childhood days at annual Senior Day. Picnic at Frances tum Suclen'S at Woodside. TUESDAY, APRIL 23. Miss Mary Yost of Stanford University, visited the school. FRIDAY, APRIL 26. Dramatics Group performed Twelfth Night. SATURDAY, MAY 4. Annual Private Schools Tennis Tournament at Mills College. WEDNESDAY, MAY 23. Senior Pansy Day with mothers in attendance. MAY 24-31. Final Examinations. WEDNESDAY, MAY 30. Memorial Day holiday. THURSDAY, MAY 31. School closes for Summer vacation. . TUESDAY, JUNE 4. Intermediate IV graduation and Lower School closing exercises. WEDNESDAY, JUNE 5. Alumnae Luncheon at Mark Hopkins Hotel. THURSDAY, JUNE 6. Senior Commencement and Dance. FRIDAY, JUNE 7. Report Cards. Goodbye to the home port for Seniors, and au revoir for Academics, Intermediates,- and Primaries, until September 3. orks cf Da , , ,, ,ik,, ,,, , BABY GRADS FUTURE SFNIORS Works ive Days af ff wifi' 'E-A Mm - .- -1-if-'11, - '43-N Q-, L- , 1' N IE l i l 'S - 'H-N dl ALUMNAE MESSAGE Greetings to the new members of the Alumnae, we extend you a hearty welcome, and hope you will find as much pleasure in the Association as We have. At the last annual meeting of the Alumnae, it was decided to establish a Scholarship Fund to send a girl through the last two years of high school. The school donated half the amount, and to raise the remainder, the Alumnae were asked for a contribution of about one dollar each. I want to take this opportunity of thanking those of our members who responded so generously. Their help is deeply appreciated. Although we have not as yet reached our goal, we hope to do so in time to establish the fund for next year. LOUISE DOHRMANN NASON, '27. Works day Days 'A' ALUMNAE 1 9 1 4 Lois Eldridge James had a daughter. 1915 NGTES Elsie Booth Bates and Josephine Moore Dillman are on the Board of the Children's Theatre. 1 9 1 6 Helen St. Goar Gunther is now living in Palo Alto. Helen Horst del Pino had a daughter. 1 9 1 7 Dorothy Rolph McKee married Edward Harris. Marjorie Lovegrove Pischel had a daughter. 1 9 1 8 Betsy Payne Geyman had another daughter. 1 9 1 9 Annette Rolph Symes had a son. 1 9 2 0 Clara Van Ness Denman has been visiting in San Francisco from her home in Seattle. 1 9 2 1 Eleanor Morgan Virden has just returned from a trip abroad. 1 9 2 2 Ruth Snyder Morgan had a son. Kate Boardman Nigh had a son. Florence Hellman Dinkelspiel has been appointed to the Education. 1 9 2 3 jean McLaughlin Doolittle had a daughter. Louise Nichols Jonas had a daughter, Charlotte Nichols Jonas. 1 9 2 4 Clara Ophuls married Edward Gordon Sutherland Griffiths. Virginia Philips married Marquis Rolando Dalla Rosa-Prati. Beatrice Steele Williams married Lionel Larson. 1 9 2 5 Mary Elizabeth Clark married Walter Bronson Gibbons. Rose Marie Brunn Holt had a second child, a daughter. Emily Kuhl married Martin Hughes Gerry III. Frances Behrend Rowell had a daughter. board of Works das Days WEEE i' 1926 Ethel Glenn married Shubert Inch. Marylyn Hastings married Judson Bardell. Grace Hamilton Kelham had a daughter. Virginia Wallis Miller had a daughter. Harriet Brownell Pope had a second child, a son. Beth Sherwood married Rudolph Walter Samson. Gladys Thomson married Turner Ashby Moncure. 1927 Virginia Boardman Baker had a son, Cleve. Mary Frances Burrage exhibited at the San Francisco Art Association. Gladys Gillig Moore had a daughter, Marylyn. jane Moore married John Edmunds Mock. Louise Dohrmann had a son, Frederick. 1928 Rosemary Cutter married Thomas Harold Werdel. Margaret Hines is engaged to Dr. Harold H. Linder. Peggy Roeding Moore had a daughter. Virginia Webb Morford had a son. Elena Musto married Neill Lilley. Linda Vincent married Kendall Barnes and lives in New York. 1929 Frances Stock Golden had a son. Lisette Koster married Hilaire Hiler. Patsy Lyons is engaged to Walter Claus Zwieg, Jr. Patsy McCoy married Neil Brown. Dorothy Spreckels married Jean Dupuy and lives in Paris. 1930 Ann Ackerman married Lester Sawyer. Marjorie Walter Bissinger had a second child, a son. Elizabeth Forderer Charleston had a second daughter. Maud Sutton Cobbs had a daughter, Maud 3rd. Jane Galgiani is working under the SERA. Mary Elizabeth Stewart Kuechler C30 Associatej had a daughter. Phoebe Seagrave received the degree of M. B. A. from Stanford University Works da Days 'k 1931 Dorothy Cahill married William T. Hess. Dickie Kahn Elkus had a son. Mable Marie Horton is engaged to Benjamin Summers Blair. Elizabeth Lilienthal married James Gerstley. Virginia Rinehart Miller married Kenneth Geissler. Jane Neylan and Dorothy Walker are members of Prytanean at California. Margaret Shaw had a son. Sally Sperry married Sterling Robert Newman. 1932 Alexandra Field is engaged to Robert Girvin. Barbara Fowler married Albert Landers Hoogs and will live in Honolulu. Elise Guyer was elected to the Phi Beta Kappa in her junior year at Mills College. Happy Hamilton is engaged to Phil Neill. Jane Newhall and Virginia Woods were awarded Block M's at Mills College for excellence in sports. 1933 Flo Bentley was elected president of the French Club and Assistant Editor of the year book at Sarah Lawrence College. Harriet Lewthwaite attended the Portland Art Museum and is soon leaving to visit the Orient. Nancy Matthews married Dr. John Dunn, Jr. Leonie Weeks' C33 Associatej book of poems was published by John Henry Nash and is engaged to Richard R. Stewart. Louise Steinhart married Henry Loeb. 1934 Arden Law is engaged to Edward Throndson. Antoinette Grau is giving volunteer service at the University of California Hospital. Valenie Henley has been taking the U. of C. extension course in writing and is going to Mexico. Works Cav Days AT COLLEGE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA Jane Neylan, '31 Miriam Cutter, '31 Elma Day, '31 Dorothy Walker, '31 Dorothy Tuck, '31 Frances Kaetzel, '31 jane Bryan, '31 Anne Dray, '32 Clotilde Vincent, '32 Mary Heath, '32 jean Kennedy, '32 Kathleen Cutten, '32 Louisiana Draper, '32 Patricia Smith, '33 Alison Thomson, '3 3 Anne B. Kidd, '33 Janis Kent, '33 Charlotte Johnson, '33 Elizabeth Currier, '33 Margaret Hooper, '33 Caroline Clifton, '34 Jean Corse, '34 Mary Holden, '34 Barbara Sutton, '34 Helen Kennedy, '34 Emily Kidd, '34 Jane Parker, '34 Lillian Sloan, '34 UNIVERSITY OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA Harriet Jane Buck, '32 Elizabeth LilienthalGerstley 31 CALIFORNIA INSTITUTE OF ART Roberta Searls, '32 Antoinette Grau, '34 Virginia McMullin, '33 Elise Guyer, '32 Virginia Woods, '32 Nancy Burt, '34 MILLS COLLEGE Elizabeth Rosenblatt, '3 Jane Newhall, '32 Isabel Wiel, '34 VASSAR COLLEGE Marie Towne 33 Jane Plummer 33 WELLESLEY COLLEGE Virginia Pigott, '34 Works day Days ir STANFORD UNIVERSITY Helen Hannah, '29 Zoe Dorn, '33 Susannah Ward, '31 Alverus Clark, '31 Adela Gantner, '31 Jeanne Keesling, '32 Joan Rapp, '32 Dorothy Lyman, '32 Elizabeth Lyman, '32 Mary Elizabeth Burke, '33 Frances Beedy, '3 3 Mildred Livingston, '34 Francesca Young, '34 Helen Dohrmann, '34 Katherine Burrage, '34 Betty McQuaid, '34 Willma Richardson, '34 Frances Palmer, '34 Josephine Player, '34 SMITH COLLEGE Marjorie Gunst, '33 Madeleine Haas, '33 Helen Louise Newman, '34 SCRIPPS COLLEGE Frances Lawrence, '31 SAN MATEO JUNIOR COLLEGE Margaret Stewart, '33 Sydney Beatie, '34 SARAH LAWRENCE COLLEGE Florence Bentley, '33 Cynthia Towne, '34 COLLEGE OF THE SACRED HEART M6l11l7dfIfd711!ill6, N ew York Marion McCarthy, '33 LUX SCHOOL, SAN FRANCISCO Rosamond Ballentine, '34 Eleanor Wiel, '34 THE BENNETT SCHOOL Margaret Coleman, '34 Aimee Field, '34 THE VVHEELOCK SCHOOL, BOSTON Elizabeth Piggott, '32 THE GARLAND SCHOOL, BOSTON Margaret Field, '31 Isabel Janet Goldthwaite, Mary Stuart Motherwell, '33 '34 Works 49 Days T 'A' sa Q, s M... ' 'W 'K y t' i 1 I JJ , JJ SHIP'S NEWS HAT IS IT that seems to attract so many of us to the Navy? Perhaps the three outstanding interests are prompted by a patriotic instinct to their school book. The Sophomores are well represented in this group, their representative corresponds with two members of Uncle Sam's Navy. COne of the corre- spondents is still in training to be an admiral or something, maybe this is her inspirationj The Junior representative appears partial to the Spanish Navyg that doesn't seem very patriotic but she tells us that he is very tall, dark and handsome, and that does make a difference. You'll have to pardon the Senior representative, she has never even reached first base and everybody is justly ashamed of her. Of course she has had a few invitations here and there but that must be due to her nearsightedness! Is a certain Senior's face red to find her secret about Morgan Hill is out, or is she too perfectly poised to ever get embarrassed? Another very aquatic remark was one that should be remembered. The hockey team were being informed that they should drink 8 glasses of water a day to keep in trim, when Pat Lynch chirped brightly: I can't Works be Days ir drink too much water, it will rust my iron constitution. Well, Pat, you're responsible if that isn't original. We hope the Senior with the unusual executive ability doesn't have such a very difficult time finding corned beef the next time she goes to the barber's. We've certainly had our share of rain this year. Does anyone remember the Jamestown Flood? If she had forgotten her memory certainly would have been refreshed that unforgettable Sunday the Athletic Council spon- sored a hike to Marin. However, they neglected to tell the participants to bring along their canoes. Is there an unknown interest that draws our quick-witted Senior to Sarah Lawrence when her supreme ambition in life is to marry and have an enormous family in no time at all? The Freshmen seem rather unruly this year, untidy to say the least, everyone certainly would appreciate it if they would keep their room in order and they really should after one morning of severe practice. One of the frosh had a little difficulty maintaining her class standard one morning, we've heard that she also gets into difficulty outside of school ruining her hostesses' furniture and things like that. Thank goodness our Editor did a better job on the book than she did comprehending the dedication of a certain poem one morning in English period, when she caused everyone much amusement and embarrassment, but then everyone makes mistakes. Whose Senior's theme song is Love Thy Neighbor? Then, too, there is the Sophomore who seriously thinks of drapes and draperies on a dance floor. Two Seniors have quite an interest in the medical profession! What with one interested in a dentist-to-be and another in a doctor-to-be, this par- ticular profession should profit. One of these girls can be identified by her sincerely hearty laugh and the other by' her rather famous last words: I guess I won't be seeing you girls this weekend,', and somehow she never does. Two of our rather inseparable Juniors seem to be only jack-high, but under the circumstances that's really not so bad. Keep up the good work girls. Also, the newcomer from Salt Lake is rumored partial to Jacks herself. W orks ies Da y s 'A' NAUTICAL NONSENSE CREW NAVIGATING PAPERS Mary Keast, Captain. . .excellent disposition . . . Frances tum Suden, lst Mate Barbara Brown, . . . 2nd Mate janet Davis .... 3rd Mate Lucy Ballentine ..... Viola Bosschart . . . Helen Davis . . . Marjorie Delhi ....... Gabriele Detert ..... Maxine Dow ........ Louise Henley .... Dora-Jane Isenberg. . . Audrey Jones .... Hermine King ...... Frances King ..... Joanne Lewitt ....... Margery Livingston Anne Luchsinger. . Justine McCarthy. Frances McCormick Cecily Ray ......... Louise Robertson .... Anita Rodiek . . . . . Elena Rolandi ....... Catherine Jane Rolph. Yvonne Sbarboro .... Eleanor Speyer ...... Dorothy Walker ..... Carol Walter ........ Barbara Winslow .intense vivacity . .... . . .singing voice ........ . .naturally wavy bair . . . conscientiousness ...... .speaking voice. . . . . . . . . naturalness ..... .artistic ability . . . .dreamy eyes . . . .lovely bands .... . tbougbtfulness ....... . responsiveness ........ . executive ability ...... .literary ability ........ . bospitality ...... .sportsmanship . . . .perfect poise .... .stability ...... .intelligence . . . . politeness ...... . musical ability ........ . that certain skin ....... . general knowledge . unusual interest ....... . personality plus ...... .good clotbes ..... .borsemansbip . . . . naivete . . ...... .sense of bumor ........ .sweetness ....... . . . . . - - . . . . . . . . DESTINATION practical bousewife Cbildren's Hospital Tbe Metropolitan book reviewing Paris, clotbes designer interior decorator any atbletic field well-known dress designer some art center successful early marriage intellectual bousewife Paris, dress designing scientific researcb lab. a newspaper office Woodside Marine Hospital Morgan Hill famous dietician just graduation equestrienne path musical centers marriage, of course Hawaii, under a coco palm a sbip, outward bound teacbing kindergarten Broadway, torcb singing Hawaii on borseback Surrey Manor, England anotber happy wife . art centers Works das Days i' COMMUTER'S NIGHTMARE Hurry! With gathering momentum the jostling, uneasy crowd surges across the gangplank and onto the ferry boat, in the usual evening rush. Man, woman, and child coming at full gallop and stopping at nothing. There is no particular reason for this vulgar display of animal spirits, yet it is characteristic of ferryboat crowds, and particularly of regular commuters, who obtain their sole daily exercise charging at a defenseless boat, and leaving a trail of bundles, crushed toes, and ruffled feelings be- hind. And rather than trouble to concoct a good, bloody revenge against these public enemies, the wiser thing to do is run right along with them, and if you are a star sprinter, having won the 6:60 at dear old Podunk in 1906, why so much the better for you. Having arrived on the boat and by sheer luck, courage, determination, grit, or mistake, finding yourself squeezed into a seat certainly not planned just for you, a smile of contentment and satisfaction escapes you, and you happily pretend to look comfortable and as if you now were going to rest up from the weary day, which was certainly a snap compared to this. Of course, if you are stout, encumbered with bundles and several children, we will leave you with a sad, sympathetic backward look and turn to less disheartening spectacles. Ah! Wait a minute. What is that swelling, sym- phonic wave of sound, like honey to the ears? Now, who would have hoped for such good fortune? It is the phonograph playing Love In Bloom. Just look at those happy faces. Before that wild gleam in our eyes gets too noticeable, we better just step outside for a minute. We wanted some fresh air anyway. With brisk steps we are out in the air in just no time at all, if you don't count the little misunderstanding with the door, which was in no mood to change its invariable habit of not opening, but we finally win the round in a new low of 10 minutes, and are now outside. We are left in the quiet to muse on our luck in being alive to watch the waves and the darkness. MARY KEAST, Ac. IV. Works das Ways ir . LIFE DOWN UNDER Oh, to be a mermaid, And swim around the sea, Midst coral rocks and cockle shells, How happy I would be. To wake up every morning In silken seaweed down, Play gaily with the bubble balls, And wear a sea-scale gown. My chariot a sea-horse, My home a pirate's cave, Where I could float and glide with ease, While music softly swayed. The water quiet, calmly Sweeps me on my way, And as I pass 'neath ships above, I'd wonder what they say. I wouldn't see the world above, How strange it all would seem. I'd like to be a mermaid, yes, But only in my dreams. HERMINE KING, Ac. IV Works 69' Days if ADVICE Just this thought I bring to you: Be virtuous, faithful, good and trueg Be helpful and always gentle, Careful, kind and sentimental, Never sharp or mean or pert, Never causing pain or hurt, Except when dealing with a man- Then be as brutal as you can. VIRGINIA COGHLAN, Ac. III. MQ- POOR FISH They had the most beautiful ship with lovely carved corners and nooks. Of course those big black shadows hurt terribly when you bumped into them, and those little sparkling colored bubbles! Well, they almost killed you when you swallowed them. But Mr. and Mrs. Personality Fish and all the little Fishes did not realize that those black shadows were great iron chests, and the colored bubbles were beautiful jewels. One day the little Fishes, Bumpy, Swishy, Jumpy and the twins Flip and Flop, were playing tag in and out of the portholes, when they saw a huge monster coming toward them. They had never seen anything like it before, it neither floated, nor swam, but it blew enormous bubbles. Well! They just got inside in time to tell Mama Fish when it walked right in. The Fish family was paralizeid with fright. The monster kept coming back for so long that Mrs. Fish had a nervous breakdown. She could only sit in a corner and blow bubbles. One! Two! One! Two! The children counted them. Soon Mrs. Fish was so ill, that Dr. Balloon Fish prescribed a trip to the sea shore, and more sun. Slowly Mrs. Fish recovered, and at last it was time to go home. But when they got home there was no ship. It was gone-absolutely gone. Needless to say Mrs. Fish promptly had another breakdown, and the family moved back to the sea shore. On land a poor diver had become rich on his discovery of the old Spanish ship, but he had robbed the poor Fish family of a most beautiful home at the bottom of the ocean. DORA JANE ISENBERG, Ac. IV. Works das Days 'k SAD LIFE OF THE WOEFUL SENIORS Of all the riddles I have heard By far the worst I feel, Is where a senior gets her strength? And where is the New Deal? Who said that this is fun we cry? In accents weak and drawn. ' We've studied almost every night Until the crack of dawn. Our English and our Chemistry For hardness are renowned. And when it comes to History IV My heart goes down and down. Now at Playfield, hockey practice Used to be just twice a week, But now three times upon the field We stagger thin and weak. Our lot is hard, we cry aloud, And make a great ado, When people curiously stare, You'd think we were a zoo. But, however, we are brave, Still strong and full of dare, And if we seem a trifle rash, That's cause we've much to bear We wish you'd be unconscious of The things we say and do. For if you'd try it, you'd End out- Come on, we dare you to. HERMINE KING Ac IV A N on A O A 0 O nn AWUAVQGEQEMW ltllvululll nl! -1- .......1- S I 1-...l-T.-. i- ti , I l ---'-1 1 N X xx , X X X --...2 f x X W 'M tin , M, M, .LV nt jill?