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

Text from Pages 1 - 84 of the 1939 volume:

Nulla Dies Sine Linea! JUN 9 1939 EX LIBRIS D f'C2E'LL'Y VVORKS AND DAYS WORKS SL DAYS 1,734 I I lg v f Y - 59 I , M em -. , -' 3 ,. J .4u'2.n,L ph ..ir if , '.c 'bB!tu' -Pi ' W1 rf, 'I mf I . ,X . , . Ain ' hh Am. Yi I A MISS BURKE'S SCHOOL SAN FRANCISCO CALIFORNIA DEDICATION To MLLE. EMELIE LASSALE WHOSE FRIENDSHIP THROUGH THE YEARS HAS MEANT FOR US AN UNFAILING SOURCE OF UNDERSTANDING AND KINDNESS, WE LOVINGLY DEDICATE THIS BOOK. BARBARA BURKE MONICA AIDKINS . ANNE ANDREASON . OLIVE BALCOM . MURIEL O. BALL JEAN G. BROWN MAIQGARET N. BROWN . LELAH CRAIG BROYVN . MARY ELIZABETH BURKE GERTRUDE CHARRUAU . AIMIIE DRAYEU'R IRENE DAMKROGER . HAZEL G. FIsH . EVELYN G. HAYDOCK HELEN HANVKES . JANE BERLANDINA HOWARD . EMBLIE I,ASSALE GRACE MACDUFF MARGARET MARSH . VIOLET SAUNDERS . MARY LOUISE SMITH LEA TRAINA . MADELAINE IVADDELL . FACULTY . . Principal . Primary, Music, Choral . German, Bookkeeping, Typing . , Latin . . . Art, Sewing . Kindergarten and Nursery School . Kindergarten and Nursery School English History . French . . French . Intermediate I Intermediate III . Mathematics . Primary and Scouts Art History . French . Intermediate IV, Speech, Dramatics . Intermediate II . . Handcraft Primary I and II . Italian . Science FACULTY ADMINISTRATION KA'l'IIlillINPI BURKE . . Librarian l'ilT.I?ITN D. lVlCCiRA'I'lI . . Secretary MYRA SIIAN NON . . Secretary HEALTH AND PHYSICAL EDUCATION DR. VV. PALMER LUCAS . . School Physician E'l'I--IEI. M. ICELSEY' VERA B. LoE1zER IQUTI-I I-IE'I I'INGER PiVEI,VN XVENGER IVVILLIANI Dom: . ILXNNE SEARLS . BARBARA TIGI-IT IVIARGARE1' FULLER VIRGINIA CORDES SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS . School Nurse Physical Education Physical Education . . Dancing, . Tennis . President . Vice-President . Secretary . Treasurer SENIORS 1 l Anne Searls President Lisa Adams Janet Goodloe Bruce Sally Burbank K . Gem-:Ile Colston Virginia Duyle Cordes Nancy Ann Curran Barbara Stoney Davis Joan Frances Epstein 1. '. Margaret Ann Fuller 1. -,W . V -1- uv L , A---- Polly Ghirardelli Nancy Allen Griiiin 1 fi., rl , iF Eleanor Margaret Gruggel X iw. Kathlene Marie Holser Rose Kathryn Kendrick 'V Ffflfi. j.g3gif7x'.. Sophia Kent Natalie Meredith Kitchin Frances Marie Lilienthal Barbara Ann Little ,! r' x.- , W , V , Polly Rollins Luchsinger Mary Jeanne Ludekens . I Patricia Reddin Lynch Phyllis Claire Lynne Je2m-L0ui5g Naffziggr Dorothy Alyce O'C0nnell ,.v , une Frances Powley Betty Jane Sanders oyce Searls Mary Brnck Smith Barbara Jane Tight Jane Triest TO THE SENIORS It is my hope that you will take with you from the school far more than lessons learned. I hope you will take lasting friendships with students and teachers, happy memories and, most of all, I hope you will take the ability to think through your problems logically and come to independent, sound conclusions. I hope that you will take a lively interest in the world about you and that you will have a keen sense of social responsibility. I hope you are certain of the value of individual eifort. The Redwood tree is the oldest of living things and so the symbol of enduring life. For this reason it was chosen as the emblem of our school, and it is my hope that, like the Redwood, the influence of the school for good in your lives will endure always. BARBARA BURKE HAIR . . . EYEBROVVS . EYELASHES . EYES . . NOSE . VOICE . MOUTH . . INTELLIGENCE SMILE . . PROFILE . . COMPLEXION COLORING . HANDS . HEIGHT . FIGURE . CHARM . . FEMININITY GLAMOUR . VIVACITY . YOUTHFULNES GENEROSITY S THE PERFECT SENIOR SENSE OF HUMOR . HEALTH . . CHARACTER . GRACE . . SVVEETN ESS . STYLE . LOYALTY . KINDLIN ESS . CONSCIENTIOUSNESS . FRIENDLINESS . . Janet Bruce Dorothy O'Connell . Patricia Lynch Mary jean Ludelcens . june Powley . Lisa Adams . Nancy Grifhn . Anne Searls ean Louise Naffziger . Sophia Kent Betty jane Sanders . Genelle Colston . Sally Burbank Polly Luchsinger Kathryn Kendrick . Natalie Kitchen . Phyllis Lynne . Joyce Searls Polly Ghirardelli . Nancy Curran Frances Lilienthal . Joan Epstein Mary Smith . Barbara Ti ght Margaret Fuller . Barbara Little . Virginia Cordes . Barbara Davis Eleanor Gruggel . . Jane Triest Kathlene Holser LITERARY L IN MEMGRIAM Barbara Louise Cook Academic II Doomed to know not Winter, only Spring, a being Trod the flowery April blithely for awhile, Took her fill of music, joy of thought and seeing, Came and stayed and Went, nor ever ceased to smile! ENVIRONMENT Clang, clang, clang reverberated 'round the room, dull, measured thuds, each resounding with a ring. By the faint glow of smoldering embers from a pit the surroundings were vaguely distinguishable. Close to the edge of the pit a figure stood with firm legs wide apart, and in the blackness above the rest of the body seemed to bend-methodically rising and sink- ing-and with each descent the sound of iron against iron re-echoed and a few sparks, yellow, blue and White, flew out. Though the light of the fire was almost out, its reflections on the cold wet store walls showed the room to be round and small Qbut with a height that extended up foreverj-given over solely into darkness with its bats and spiders, creatures that are nour- ished in little hells. Suddenly the pounding ceased and the figure, turning towards the fire, raised an object from its side-the bellows. A moment later the fire leaped up, flames danced in rings, encir- cling each other in the bowl-like pit. The human form, the room and all its details were now clearly visible. There was a young boy, only a youth with close cropped golden curls, who stood kindling the laughing tongues of the devil. He was dressed in the innocent garments of a Squire, but by his side on an anvil lay a suit of half forged armor and not far distant was a sword, its un- scathed blade gleaming with a fierce wild shine. SOPHIA KENT, Ac. IV EXCERPT FROM THUNDER The wind blew cold, too swift to breathe, the sky was dark and dim and wreathed with sodden clouds of ashen gray and further, further, far away the army marched with subtle tread. Yet thunder followed to Wake the dead. The wind blows cold, but there's none to breathe 5 the sky is dark and funeral wreathed, the clouds are heavy lumps of gray and further, further, far away . a dove flies, lonely, wounded, scared at all that man has craved and dared. JEAN-LOUISE NAFFZIGER, AC. IV It seems there are so many ways of looking at a blade of grass. One man sees within the slender spear the love of God. Another sees the doom of man when he lays waste with war and hate the very life bestowed on him, and sinks beneath the tiny blade. Some say, As rock is rock and sea and sky are sky, so grass is grass. VVho can dispute? It seems a minute is a myriad thing. It is an hour or a second. Yet measured by water or sand shadow or hand, a minute is simply so long no more no less. A child is told that this is green and this is blue-he learns the name. But who can tell just what the essence is to him? VVell then our fears, our hopes, our joys, our hates, distort the very simplest things. VVhy what is beauty then we ask5 Is it grass or flowers? Is it blue or green or red? and we are told Beauty is truth, truth beauty- that is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know. ,ANNIE Si'5A1u.s, Ae. IV NEW FRONTIERS FOR AMERICAN YOUTH In the pioneer days of America the West was regarded as an outlet for the adventure- seeking men of the East. It was more than that, it was the solution of many of the problems which confronted the early Americans. Search for religious freedom, clamor for new and richer lands, the eternal lust for gold and treasure, and even the mere lure of excitement and adventure, were among the many reasons why the colonists pushed on to the West. No matter the cause of the movement, the result was the conquest of the VVest, the surmounting of seem- ingly unsurmountable difficulties, and the victory of Man over Nature. Of course, it was not easy, not a matter of a few years, and many lives, fortunes and loved ones were forfeited to pay the price of a civilized VVest. Today, the West still offers frontiers for the youth of America to conquer. As in years past, when outlaws swarmed these regions to block the way of the settler, or to take from him his rightful possessions, so today we find arising in the VVest, as well as elsewhere in our sacred country, usurpers attempting to alienate from us those possessions of freedom which are law- fully and rightfully ours. However, the problem is now even more serious than it was in the Frontier Day, and the consequences more foreboding. Since the physical barrier to the VVest, and to greater things, has largely disappeared, there remains a moral frontier which must be conquered if We are to continue to hold our country as the international park for the preservation of democracy. In the more liberal western states today are arising those whose activities are rapidly becoming an imposing threat to our own cherished ideals. Masquerading under the very name they propose to wipe out from America, groups of these invaders are found penetrating the United States, especially in the West. Communism, fascism, nazism, or bolshevism or whatever cause they represent is entirely antagonistic to the ideals of democracy as set down by our forefathers. And one of the most urgent problems arising out of this situation is the abuse of our most cherished American ideals-the right of free speech to all those living within our bounds. How shall we solve this pressing problem? Shall we let foreigners, or even radical Ameri- cans, continue their practice of making public their plans for the overthrow of our type of government? Or shall we, against the very principles we are trying to uphold, condemn these insurgent groups, and prohibit them from delivering further invocations advocating the adoption of another form of government in these United States? It seems to me that since we, the present youth of America, are soon to become its leaders, we had better consider carefully this growing influence which is rapidly becoming a menace to American democracy. So it is in this capacity that I state that I think the prohibition of the right of free speech to any person, foreigner or citizen, who is in the United States, would be the beginning of the establishment of a fascist form of government, an occurrence we above all wish to avoid. Of course, there must be some way out-some way to overcome this increasingly ominous influence. If our forefathers overcame mountains and smoothed our nation into a vast but unified stretch of land, we, too, can surmount the difficulties obstructing the road of democ- racy. The mountains and deserts confronting the pioneers of the early 19th century are still there, but through our own ingenious inventions they have become merely a part of the scenery along a flawless road across the country. In years to come, when we have solved our problem, we will be able to look upon our present difficulties as part of the sure and safe road of democracy. In future years these situa- tions-such as the omnipresence of alien orators and of influences opposing our form of government- may still be in existence, but through the efforts of the youth of America we may be in a position to ignore these interests, which very likely will be in the process of killing themselves by the very strength of the phrases they pronounce. However, these assumptions will be true only if we soon reach a solution of the problem concerning free speech, and then only if the solution is put immediately into practical use, and proves itself timely. As I have already stated, I think the consequences of the abolishment or even of the limita- tion of any of the liberties given us in the Bill of Rights would be disastrous to the Welfare of the nation. But since a satisfactory clefzouemerzz must be achieved, something must be accom- plished to alter the present conditions facing America, in view of the overflow of conspirators attempting to talk their way into the hearts of America. Since we cannot practicably stop or change the affirmations being made against our government, one way in which to achieve our end is to attempt to change the attitude of the American people toward such theories. As a general rule, today in America, if a person chosen at random is asked what he thinks of fascism he utters some statement showing his distaste for the word, possibly because he feels that the system is so undemocratic. Fascism is indeed undemocratic, and there the atti- tude of the American public is generally quite satisfactory. But on the other hand, in reply to a similar question concerning communism, or socialism, or even bolshevism, one sometimes receives an answer indicating more sympathy toward these theories than was the case regard- ing fascism. I believe that the reason for this reaction is that the majority of the people believe the theory behind these other isms is democratic-even to a greater extent than is our present government. Perhaps these convictions are sound-perhaps the fundamental prin- ciples of these isms are democratic, but the fact which many Americans fail to distinguish is the fact that when put into practice, these theories, democratic as they may be in purpose, cannot remain so for any length of time. They must eventually develop to such an extent that the enforcement of these principles ultimately requires dictatorial powers such as are em- ployed in Germany and Italy, to which system Americans have such an aversion. One of the surest and most thorough ways to save America from the fate she does not anticipate is to let young America find out for itself the true meanings of communism, fascism and the other isms through an open-minded study of the operations of these theories in other countries. However, before any such feat could be attempted, it would be absolutely necessary to eradicate from the American schools those teachers, or those acting in the capacity of teacher, who have fixed ideas concerning communism, fascism or even aristocracies. By this I mean the riddance of all teachers who lean in their teachings either to the left or to the right. The American youth should be taught to appreciate the opportunities afforded him by his country, not through the use of propaganda, such as is employed in Germany, but through the study of true conditions elsewhere. More should be done to make the youth think seriously about his own good fortune in living in America. Insects choose the younger plants to feed upon, because they are the ones not yet sturdy enough to withstand the attack, and thus are easier to devour, similarly, youth is more suscep- tible to radical pressure than are older, more hardy Americans. So it is, then, with youth that we must place the weapons to repel such onslaughts, and surely education is the safest and most practical means by which to conquer the frontiers and on to new and brighter Wests. BARBARA BADGER, Ac. III ggi. l i IM, SUICIDE IN THREE LETTERS On the Ioth of September Miss Elizabeth Spencer, a proud and reserved gentlelady of a very distinguished and honorable old Boston family, had committed suicide. Though for a long time there had been a great deal of discussion, the fact remained that no one really knew why she had done it. However, had anyone read all of the three letters received by Miss Spencer during the week previous to her death the whole affair would have been clear, especially to those who were well acquainted with her high-strung nerves and her devoted reliance upon her brother George. Only Miss Spencer's maid had read the first letter, but thinking nothing of its contents she had thrown it back into the Wastebasket. Received by Miss Spencer on September 5th from Le Fleur Parfume Co. in New York: My dear Miss Spencer: We regret to inform you that we will be unable to send your order of Violet Parfume until a future date. Due to an unfortunate robbery our complete stock has been wiped out. Therefore, orders cannot be met until an entire new ship- ment is sent from our main office in Paris. As soon as this arrives we will rush your order out. Yours truly, M onsienr B lane New York Manager. The second letter Miss Spencer had read with delight to a close friend on September 7fl12 Dearest Elizabeth: The rnost wonderfal thing in the world has happened to ine. George and I were niarried last week. I owe it all to yon who jirst introduced ns. Thank yon again and a gain. I ani fvery, faery happy. I ani so excited and hasy now that I really don't know where or what I ani. Bat I prornise to write yon a long ' letter as soon as we are settled. I don't know exactly where we will efuentitally end ap, hat for the tirne heing George insists on living in Australia. Please give rny love to all our old friends. Love, Phyllis The third and last letter that makes this series complete was received by Miss Spencer on September 9th. N 0 one read it but the garbage man and it soon was lying under two feet of refuse. Dear Elizaheth .' I with to thank you very much for the lovely handker- ehieff that you .vent me for my hirthday, hut you really fhouldn't he Jo hind to your old aunt. Oh, hut I mutt tell you what your darling hrother George gave me. He Jent a note Jayin g how awful it wat of him to have forgotten my hirthday for so many years and that now he wanted to make up for it-and would you helieve it-he rent me .fix large bottles of my favorite perfume which you can only huy in Pariy or at the hranth office in New York. It wax dear of him hut really much too expensive a gift, in fact I wat very much Jurlbrired and al mort fhothed at the prohahle tort of the perfume. I nzuxt cloie now hut I'm coming up to virit you toon. Your l ovin g, Aunt Bertha. SOPHIA KENT, Ac. IV There was a boy and he lived on a farm. He loved the sun and the hills, and he loved the tickle of the wet grass on his bare feet in the early morning. His dog was a little yellow mon- grel, and when the boy ploughed and fished and worked in the barn, his dog was there too. The boy laughed when the little dog chased the chickens or sneezed at butterflies, and when he laughed his eyes scrunched up, and his teeth looked white because his face was so brown. His mother was a quiet plump woman, and his father was a philosopher. In the wide fields under the hot sun they worked together, the boy and his father, and because the fields were so wide, and the hills so bright, and because his father knew so much, the boy's heart was full. But this father who knew so much wanted his son to learn more than just ploughing and fishing, so he sent him away to school. The boy left with excitement flushing the cheeks his mother had kissed. Perhaps the boys at school knew more than he, perhaps they laughed at him because his eyes were wide and serious, perhaps they laughed at the picture of his little yellow dog. But when the farmer boy returned home, the hills were not quite so bright, the fields were alittle too wide, and he found that his father didn't know-some things. His father wondered too, for the little dog chased and sneezed, and the boy looked beyond the horizon. Then one day suddenly the little yellow dog was still and stiff. f'Poisoned wheat, the boy's father said, and the boy couldn't say a word. He only bent his head, and his heart choked his throat. That night he lay awake in bed and the round moon shone in on his thoughtful face, and when he closed his eyes he saw his father who knew so much, ploughing in the wide fields. ANNE SEARLS, Ac. IV TRANSITION I think I see them standing Majestic on that hill, their fir clothed limbs extended, their arms with pine cones filled. Swaying, sighing, listening, alert to every breeze that scurries through their branches or goes moaning past their leaves. But Wait-the scene is changing. Soot coated Walls appear, and a cry for timber, timber! I re-echoes in my ears. I hear the shouts of men, the roar and clash of steel, I hear a blasting screech that means the noon day meal. I see a hewn trunk lying prone, naked in the sun, and a foreman slaps a shoulder and booms a loud WELL DONE! So one by one they perish and one by one they die, and in their wake some empty stumps rise vanquished to the skies. KAY KENDRICK, Ac. IV Slowly, stealthily it creeps through the Golden Gate Announced by a booming chorus of loud horns. Denser and denser it grows, As it softly smothers the City. Like a blanket of eiderdown, Creeping through cracks between buildings, Settling low over City streets, Dimming automobile headlights and street lamps, Cold, grey, damp, and gloomy. The City struggles for life and air Under the smothering cover of fog. ELIZABETH ST. GOAR, Ac. III FEAR Trees loom through the darkness in huge vague forms. A motionless moon quietly dissolves itself into mist. The branches stir, and from the masses of drenched glistening leaves falls a sudden cascade of loose glittering raindrops. There's a long silence5 then the fog shifts and shivering, the figure runs quickly back, leaving black footprints in the sodden grass. JOYCE SEARLS, AC. ATOMS The living atoms never die, They never had a birth 5 They are the legions of the sky, The growth upon the earth. They correlate, co-operate In every form and guise5 They carry law and regulate The Way they organize. They are the chemistry of life, The cause of every change 5 They enter into every strife And live to re-arrange. SALLY BURBANK, AC. ETERNITY Eternity has passed. Oh, what We've lost! U He Wailed-I laughed. Each day a million sunbeams vanish. After a storm a million raindrops hide But I will Hnd them in eternity. .IEAN-LOUISE NAFFZIGER, Ac. IV IV IV THE TOMB OF RAMESES Speak, oh! speak, ye lifeless blocks, ' The life interred within thee knocks, And thou Wert for this purpose reared To praise the proud one who Was feared And hated, yet he, fearless, hurled Such power through his desert world That thou by sweaty slaves in hate VVert built to scorn both time and fate. Say-did he not before thee stand VVith copper face and suppliant hand, And there invoke his pagan lord To aid him 'gainst the hostile sword? Or just before the drifting night VVhen desert sands gave back a light Imbibed in the white hot noon, Beneath the orange evening moon Did he not with his dusky bride Ride past thy half completed side? Or are these merely thoughts that grow From ways and customs we half know From learned books and distant climes And colored haze of remote times? ANNE SEARLS, Ac. IV SONNET Oft do I wander on the misty strand, dreaming, musing, on N eptune's lovely world, and his subj ects, creatures of every land, living in a haunt all coral pearled. There, a place of beauty everlasting where starry minarets of crystal rise pinnacles receding, then recasting myriads of light from glittering skies. Where blue-green grottos loom through tilmy mists and castles all with seaweed are entwined and fairy woods of fern and moss exist Where the sea god and his trident are enshrined. When the soft waves lie lapping at my feet I wake to hear old Ocean's mighty beat. .CAROLYN IJERRY, Ac. III -v TEACHERS They've gone to school these many years, Though not for non-promotions, For they are those who show us dears The mountains and deep oceans. They're patient when We shun our work, But try to make us learn, And mindful of our every quirk, They're strong but not too stern. We must seem hopeless, day by day, Fooling 'roundn and chatting, Leaving lessons 'long the Way To start our endless catting. VVhat must you teachers think of us When all your questions floor us, VVhen We're discovered scribbling notes, VVhen all our school books bore us? But all in all We hope itls Worth Your labor and your pain, For though We seem just full of mirth VVe've really made some gain, VVe hope, but all I have to say's Pd soon as be a preacher, But please, dear Lord, be kind to me And don't make me a teacher! BARBARA BADGER, Ac. III A DIRGE She laid the still White form beside those that had gone before. N o sob, no sigh, forced its way from her heart, throbbing as if it would b 'eak. Suddenly a cry broke the stillness of the place, one single heart-breaking shriek 5 then silence but for the guttural murmur which seemed to swell up from her very soul. She left the place. She would lay another egg to- morrow. JEAN Moizeczom, Ac. III NONSENSICAL NOVELETTE OR THE SATIRICAL SLEUTH The GREAT DETECTIVE sat happily in his oflice. He wore a long burgundy bathrobe bristling with secret badges. Around him were souvenirs from his sensational and spectacular cases, the sole from the shoe of VVeird Wil,l. ta three time loserj, a hat worn by Horace the Horrible tthe phantom of the nightj and the watch chain of Roland the Ruinous. These and many other equally valuable and scientific objects gave the room an air of impressive dignity. There was a knock at the door, and before the GREAT DETECTIVE had time to adjust his long, black false whiskers, something entered. The face of what might have been a man poked itself around the door, and then threw itself Cof course a body followed-one usually does? at the seated sleuth. As quickly as someone who doesn3t want to lend five dollars, the GREAT DETECTIVE was on his flat feet, gun in hand. VVell, what do you want? he snarled at the figure wrapped around the telephone wire on the floor. Then again, with decided emphasis on the VVell - Well, what do you want? Slowly the figure got to its useful feet and faced our hero. The piglike eyes of the face darted ravenously around the room. Slowly the drooling mouth opened and words dripped forth. I've come to take them away. The figure gestured comprehensively around the room towards the beloved treasures on the wall. Upon cross-examining the intruder the GT. DICK learned, to his dissolving grief, that this creature held pawn tickets on every one of his stirring memorials of conquest. This was truly a ghastly calamity! Convulsively the GREAT DETECTIVE threw himself sobbing on the floor. The wily villian was not at all moved by this touching display of grief. - Hours Passed - VVhen the GREAT DETECTIVE regained a comparative consciousness the room was bare. Not one terribly treasured trophy remained. Dramatically he pulled out his trusty little automatic from the folds of his glamorous gown, put the muzzle to his manly temple and pulled the curved trigger. It was justifiable homicide, of course, and his funeral was effective. POLLY GHIRARDELLI, AC. IV NOSES Noses are strange affairs. They come in all shapes and sizes. In my extensive study of noses, I have found that most noses are the same color, they all appear between the eyes and the mouth, and everyone has one. The noses I have encountered in my research usually fall into three categories. They are either normal, pug, or Roman. The nicest of these shapes, I think, is the pug. I have a pug nose, and through the fourteen years that I have worn it I have found it very comfortable. The Roman nose probably is the most beautiful. Anyone who has a Roman nose should be proud of it. The normal nose varies. It is neither a pug nose nor a Roman, and there are so many different varieties of the same shape that it cannot be given a name. Our noses sometimes reveal our character. A long, thin Roman nose, I have found, usually belongs to a stern person. A person with this type of nose usually has pince-nez glasses. A small, plump nose ordinarily is the mark of an easy going person. A nose like this wrinkles when the person laughs, and the effect is very pleasing. A person with a small, thin nose is the type who will talk about you behind your back. In the summer, noses have a tendency to become freckled and sunburned. In about the second week of summer vacation, my nose gets sunburned and begins to peel. Then after a cycle of sunburning and peeling it becomes freckled and I carry a memento of my summer vacation on my nose all winter. Another time when I find a nose most annoying is in the instance when I have a cold. My poor nose becomes so red and sore. In times like the above I wish I didn't have a nose, but then the gap that would result would not be particularly beautifying. Powder manufacturers must adore noses, because nothing is better for a shiny nose than powder. No one wants a shiny nose, so they buy powder. Think of the hundreds of people employed to disguise the shine on one's nose. You see, noses are becoming a national problem. The nose drop people, the handkerchief and Kleenex manufacturers are interested in noses. Still the nose does not receive much attention in social centers. The next time you want to be particularly boring talk about noses. I think I have gone far enough now, so farewell, dear readers. PATRICIA WALKEIQ, Ac. I All history repeats itself, a proverb says, I've heard, but when in class Pm called upon it never says a word! JEAN MOREGGIA, Ac. III Live poetry sparkles and glitters with the fresh gems of thought it contains, And lights up the face of the reader like foliage after it rains. SALLY BURBANK, Ac. IV ADVICE Sing the song ofa blind man seeing good in the World. Shout the tune of a deaf man hearing the music of the World. VVarble the melody of a dumb man singing of beauty in the World. and you will have a song. JEAN-LOLTISE NAFFZIGER, Ac. IV MY BUNNY I have a darling little bunny VVho's as sweet as sugar honey. His funny little pink nose Quivers when he meets his toes. ELAINE XATALTON, INT. I GRANDMOTHER Twinkling blue eyes, Gnarled old hands, Soft white hair, Sitting in her rocking chair- Dear grandmother mine. KA'1'1eiL1312N ANN HOSFORD, INT. II PROMISE Got a soldier, I-Ie's got a broken arm. Papa promised to fix it. Oh Well! Forgot, I guess. My soldierls brave, he didn't cry a bit Like I did when I hurt my knee. I wish papa would Hx him. Oh well! Forgot, I guess. MARY SHAW, INT. IV ,Q ss an ss fm a mam mn a THE WELL IN THE DEIL There was quiet in the river, There was noise in the town, All because Philip, the king, Had fallen down. He had fallen way down In a deep, dark well, He had fallen down, down In a well in the dell. Every single lady And every single knight Looked down in the well, But the king was out of sight. So they lowered down a ladder And they lowered down a rope, They wanted someone to speak And guess who spoke. It was the wife ofthe king, The queen of the land, VVho spoke up and said, I'll go down in the sand. So she stepped on the ladder And went down in the well, VVay, way down In the well in the dell. So she climbed down, down To the water's edge, And she picked up the king And put him on a ledge. The town was very happy, The queen had saved the king, And the queen was so happy That she began to sing. JANET RAISCH, INT III MY DOG Up on the shelf of the big corner cupboard, There's a china dog. Not a big dog nor yet a small dog, just a middle-sized dog. I-Ie's blue. I-Ie's covered with nice thick dust, Dust of the past, nurse says. He's got a chip off one ear, got no tail either, And his eyes look so sad. Oh, he's not a big dog, nor yet a small dog, just a battered little middle-sized dog. I-Ie's blue and I love him! MARX' SHAW, IN'r. IV THE RAIN I hear a noise against the pane, I look and see that it is rain. Poor little sparrows on the lawn, While Pm in the house so cozy and warm. I feel before they go to bed I should throw some crumbs of bread. Poor little sparrows on the lawn, While I'm in the house so cozy and warm. IVIARY ANNE lVIooRE,PR1M. IV THE LITTLE VALENTINE There was once a little girl who wanted to send a Valentine to Ferdinand. Now this little girl had a little aeroplane, so she wrote a little Valentine and this is what it said: Pd like to have you for a playmate, so will you be my Valentine? She tied the little Valentine to the aeroplane and out the window it went. Now instead of the aeroplane going to Ferdinand it went to a little lame boy. The little lame boy said, VVho has sent me a Valentine? After a while the little girl wanted to see who got the Valentine, so she Went out and saw the little lame boy with the aeroplane. VVhen the little girl saw the little lame boy with the aeroplane she said, Oh, are you the little boy that got the Valentine? D Yes, said the little boy. They were Very good friends for years and years, but after all, Ferdinand did not get a Valentine and was Very sad. Mimi Du'r'roN, Plum. IV ACTIVITIES ATHLETIC COUNCIL Kathlene Holser . . . . Presinlenzf lflrzmces Lilienthal . . . . Vice-Presirlenzf Jane Triest . . S ecremry ami T7'B!l.S'7A7'B7' B L O C K B I-IONORARY SENIOR ATHLETIC SOCIETY Polly Luchsinger, Presidefzzf Frzmccs Lilienthal Nancy Curran Kathryn Kendrick Jane T riest C I R C L E B HONORARY JUNIOR ATHLETIC SOCIETY Anne Bloomield, Presialent Virginia Hobbs jane Newlands Elaine Parker Elizabeth Naffziger Nlargene Johnson Team: -4-hi HOCKEY Frances Lilienthal, M mm ger Georgiana de Ropp Polly Ghirardelli Frances Lilienthal Natalie Kitchin Elizabeth Naifziger Tia Kent Virginia Hobbs Jane Triest Polly Luchsinger Virginia Cordes Sally Van Sicklen Pat Law Jean Louise Naffziger Marjorie Heller Lisa Kent Pauline Cramer 5? . Q Q M ,.Q B A S K E T B A L L Kathryn Kendrick, illzuzagef' Team: Margene Johnson Joan Willis Marie Louise Schwabacher Dorothy Boyd Virginia Hobbs Georgiana de Ropp Pauline Cramer Mary Ludekens Barbara Tight Nadine Herrmann Polly Ghirardelli Barbara Badger GANIES PLAYED: I. Castilleja . . . . Won Miss Burke's . . . Won 2. Dominican Convent . . Won Miss Burke's . . . Won 3. Miss Branson's . Won Miss Burke's . . Won 4. Miss Hamlin's . Won Miss Burke's . . Won 2 games o games 2 games O games 1 game I game 2 games O games . v pu: T E N N IS Elizabeth St. Goar, Managef' Team: Dorothy Boyd Eleanor Roe Janet Bruce fsubstitute for cloublesj Virginia Hobbs Marie Louise Schwabacher Natalie Kitchin Elizabeth St. Goar GAMES PLAYED 1 I. Castilleja . . . Won 2 games Miss Burke's . won 2 games 2. Anna Head . won 4 games Miss Burke's . won O games jg. Bentley . . won O games Miss Burke's . Won 2 games 4. Miss VVallace's won I game Miss Burke's . won 3 games PRIMARIES INTERMEDIATE ,it or PENGUINS HONORARY LITERARY SOCIETY V , ,....... rw l E l - i .i l . yr' ii t- lax. U' ifli 'l -WA P' A X Kathryn Kendrick . . Patricia Lynch . Virginia Cordes . . . Sally Burbank . . . Jean Louise Naifziger Polly Ghirardelli Elizabeth St. Goar Pauline Cramer STAFF OF Sophia Kent . . . Polly Ghirardelli . . Jean Louise Naffziger . Kathryn Kendrick . Joan Epstein Lisa Adams . Sally Burbank Lisa Adams . Patricia Lynch . Barbara Tight . Polly Luchsinger . . . . Presiflefzt . Vice-Presizlent . . . . . S ecretary . . . . . . Tffeczsmfef' Anne Searls Sophia Kent Jean Moreggia Barbara Badger THE YEAR BOOK . . . . . . . . Etlitof . . Busihexf lllahager . . . Litemry Editor A ssisttmt Literary E tlltor . . . Art E dimi- . A Jslstaht A rt Editor . Photography Editor . S chool A ctlfuities . S chool Notes School N otes Alumnae BABY GRADS Q 'Q wg? ' , Q if J S- ' 1, 1 I X ,V . .. pg W - ' - COMING SENIORS w xii 'A t 1 W si.. Mews QW l 3 ,-' 2522 'Q I X1 Q? n X f . K' X A W iw '-,Nxt 1, Q X .rj J, ll 'J' 82. Q ,iq ' r :S Q, -Q sv-u - DRAMATICS Jean Moreggia . . . . . . . . President Jacqueline Sinclair . . Vice-President Prudence Burtis , . .... S ecremry Emily-Louise Howard . ..... Treasmfer Mary-Louise Sutton Barbara Little Marilyn Lowrie Barbara Bates Barbara Brooks Marjorie Heller Patricia Walker Elizabeth Brush Rhoda Birch Margene Johnson Lillian Dillrnan Jane Finnell Margaret Belgrano Sally Burbank, M amz ger Marylyn Dennis Marie Luise Graham Geraldine Kennedy Jess Porter Nini Eloesser Marybelle Follis Rosemary Lawrence Helen Searls Betty Moore Phyllis Dennis Conde Lee Benoist Peggy Bowes Elaine VValton Betty Cramer Carol Parker G u ua 4-wvifk Carroll Baymiller Pauline Cramer Barbara Little Nadine Herrmann Elaine Parker Elizabeth Brush Ann Ashley T CHORAL lNz1ncy Curran, MHI'ld'g'Bl' - Bertc Alden Nancy Curran Georgiana cle Rupp Pat Law Barbara Cook Barbara McGill SWIMMING TEAM J oan VVillis, fllafzager Prudence Burtii Georgiana de Ropp Harriet Holt - Barbara Cook SCHOOL NCDTES PPP PPT! .PP FFP PMP I1l1rl rw., 2 F15 ,J :Q I N'- XL: 'Il IME 1- yqx VVhen asked to write a message for VVoRKs AND IDAYS I wondered what words of wisdom an alumnae president was supposed to offer. After making several unsuccessful attempts I decided to forego the message and instead point out a few pertinent facts concerning our Alumnae Association. In the Hrst place it seems to me we have a rather unique organization as we sponsor no cause, give no benefits or parties with the exception of a spring lunch honoring the seniors. Last year out of a possible 750 alumnae, 205 attended this lunch-a very gratifying percentage. Many of the alumnae come, no doubt, to renew those dear and formerly close friendships of under- graduate days. Others are more interested to note the splendid progress and the new activities sponsored by the school. Still others are deeply appreciative of the fact that while the school is advancing with the times, nevertheless the same fine traditions and loyalties are being observed and taught now as were in the first years of the little house on the hill. The proof that the alumnae approve and are fond of their alma mater lies in the fact that 52 youngsters of the second generation have been intrusted to Miss Burke with the confident knowledge that their education will be of the best. And so I finish with this thought: That in this age of changing standards and conflicting loyalties to return home, to renew old friendships and ties, gives a sense of security needed by all of us-old alumna as well as youngest graduate. T KATE BOARDMAN lNIGH, 322 Ijresiflenzf SENIOR DIARY 1938-T939 Mfomiay, September 12-School again! Tzieilvday, Seplember 13-Mrs. Chadwick Collins, with a talk about Bryn awr. Friday, September I6-UI18IlimOLlS election of the Senior President. lflfezlnesrley, September 2 1-This afternoon Mrs. Veazie read Lightnin' to the high school. Friday, October 7-Miss Olsson-Seffer's lecture on 4'The Barber of Seville and Coq D'or while Miss Spence sang to the accompaniment. Zllormbay, October io-From the Penguins to seventeen year old Polly Ghirardelli, a surprise party, complete with red bow and overgrown sucker. Frirlay, October I.j-MTSS Olsson-Seffer and Miss Spence here again. This time it was Peleas and Melisandef' Friday, Oelober 2 1-Miss Olsson-Seffer gave us the stirring tale of c'Electra. Thursday, October 27-Our Peasant Festival at Playheld. WVe did better than ever before, to our great surprise. fiWho did the counting? J lflferirzesfiay, November 21MT. Clifton very kindly brought Mme. Stigani, Mr. Merola and Senor Baccaloni to school. VVe were all very excited be- cause Joyce was able to translate the conversation. Mme. Stigani sang, with Mr. Merola accompanying, from Carmen Friday, November 4-A Panel, consisting of Mrs. Page, for the Infant Shelter, Miss Roeding, an alumna, for the Golden Gate Kindergarten Association, and Miss Kelsey, our school nurse, for the Visiting Nurse Asso- ciation, gave short talks on their own agencies and the Community Chest. U erZ11esday, November 9-Mrs. Veazie read Prologue to Glory,', a play of Abraham Lincoln's youth. Friday, November I1-Armistice Day and a long awaited holiday! Vlfezinesalay, November 23-Community Chest meeting at Calvary Church. Anne Searls, Marie Louise Schwabacher, Virginia Lee Hobbs, Mary Bowes and Patricia Gilboy spoke for our school. Annie had a few anxious moments but came off with flying colors. Vlfedrzesduy, November 23, to Morzdayi, November 2cS,1Th21l1kSgiViI1g Holi- days! I One-two-three-four-live days! Nlonriay, November 28-The Chemists, Physicists and Senior Biologists, accompanied by Miss VVaddell and Miss Brown, went to a Television Exhibit at the Merchants Exchange Building. i Thanksgiving being over, Joanie went on a six day diet and Sally has retired to Stanford Hospital twith a sad talej. lVe1l11e51Zz1y, NOT'l?lllbHl' 311 ithree days later!-Joanie went off her diet. .7VI0111lay, N O'UBHZbt3I' 28, 10 Friflay, December 2-Ghir on the rampage. .M'o111Zay, IJ6l'871l'L61'-STMlSS Dorothy VValker, an alumna, exchanged a talk of her work on the San Francisco News and her experiences in the Orient, for tea with the Penguins. Tlzmzfziay, December 5'-Block B Initiation-Kay Kendrick looked none the worse for wear the next morning. Thumifzzy, IJt3l'07l7bt3l' 15-Flunky was presented to the Senior Class as their mascot K he jus' grewl. The Juniors gave the annual Living Pictures at the Century Club. I 1'i1lf131, Defe111be1' 16-Silllfil Claus visited the school and left a present for each of the babies. 1 1'i1l11y, IQIBIIENYIGEI' 1 6, 10 Tuesday, Jz1111m1'y 3-Christmas Holidays! T939 Tizexflzzy, J afzimry 3-School opened-recuperation begins-Nancy returned with her ankle neatly bandaged. She fell Christmas Day in her hurry to answer the telephone! ! ! ! 1W0111Zay, .l11111w1'y 16, fo Friday, Ja111m1'y 20-A gloom has descended over all-MIDTERMS. Tf11z11'51Zay, Jrmmzry 19-The Athletic Council, plus twenty of the Senior Class, monopolized Yosemite for the weekend. fl40ll1!!Iy, Jllfllldlfy 23-Caroline Clifton took time off from her desk at the Call-Bulletin to drink tea with the Penguins and answer their innumerable questions. VVe1Z111:sfZ11y, I a11m11'y 25-Beanie returned from Palm Springs with a huge box of salt water talfy in recompense for kidnapping Flunky. Mrs. Veazie read The Octopus in the afternoon. Vl'e1!11fz.v1Zay, 1 eb1'1m1'y I5ilQCSL1.l,fS of Lincoln Holiday-Jane and Cordes on Crutches-Tia and Kay down with Poison Oak. .Mo111lz1y, lf'eb1'1m1'y eo-In Chemistry Lab. Tia asked her partner to pass her two or three pieces of oxygen, please! Tuesffay, lf'eb1'1m1'y 2 1-M rs. Veazie read a play based on Shakespeare's life. Irfitllljl, M111'ifl1 31 , lo Moizffay, flpril 10-Easter Holidays! l iVIo111lay, rlp1-il 1 o-Baby Day-VVhee! ! I'VefZ111f.v1Jz1y , .May 2 4, I0 1 1'ifZay, J 111119 2-PINALS! ! l Th111'.v1Z11y, ,May 25-PZIIISY Day. Tuesilay, June 6-Intermediate IV Graduation. l'Vez!11e51Z1zy, June 71A.lLlI'l1l121C Luncheon. Tl1u1's1!z1y, J 111112 S-Senior Graduation. BETWEEN THE LINES Dear Ferdinand: It has BEN a real TREAT for me to be the mascot for the senior class of Miss BURKE's School on JACKson street between LYON and BAKER. FRANKly now that all our BILLS are paid I feel much FRAIR so why don,t you come over to IVIY-YARD to play? By the way, did you get my last letter about the NEVVLANDS Cnear EUGENE, Oregonl that I explored? It was so Wild I even had to take a GUNN. However I hear your BLISSful adventures were quite EDifying II found that Word in the DICKionaryl. How time does Hy: CI-IRIStmas is hardly over before the spring BUDS begin BOBing up. y Oh VVELLs I've got to go now, I hope you underSTANd it all tif you don't 'toss-a-coin' a la M. LJ Lovingly, Flunkie. SCANDALS FRESHMEN: VVhy did T. T. make B. B. blush when the lights turned on-New Year's Eve? It seems Lillian is quite attached to the View from her window. The windf PD Was so strong it made the tree rustle and a cone fell. They say Alice fell in the middle of a lon of snow but it was only for art's sake. VVe wonder how many boys had backaches after the coalman's ball. Can you guess which was the first little freshman to go to the Mark un- chaperoned tilVIarch twenty-fourthj? I SGPHOMORES: VVhat certain sophomore has shown a sudden interest for sports at Tam. We know that big brother isn't the only forward on the basketball team. Why so much enthusiasm over walking the dog through Sea Cliff towards midnight? Poor Curly! Have you heard, one Ac. II has been occasionally paid a visit over a big, white Wall, bringing a RAY of sunshine into her life. VVhy is it We can't get VVest 5 I I6 any night between eight and nine? Can it be the same reason that the sofa is so worn out? And Whose best friend recently went down the drain pipe while taking a bathlf JUNIORS: Jane has been in a STU for a few months over her much waited for ARCH- ery lessons-this is against all rules and REG-ulations. VVhat's happened between H and the FRENCH language? Qlf you notice she hasn't taken it up this yearj We notice that Pru has been gathering together quite a collection of Scotties lately. Has B. M. picked up the German language-or has it just been the GER- MAN S? F F BOO-kays to that gal who has made such a bosom friend of a certain gal named P-, I wonder why? Tch, tch, will Jane and Betty start in calling each other cousin soon? Mutt and Jeff are Pat's favorite comic skits. D. can't kid us, she hasn't lost her appetite for NOODLES. M. L. M. seems to be riding around in RED FORDS quite a bit of late. Poor A. she's been lying AWAKE for nights and nights waiting for HAPPY DEYS to come again. No MOORE of that for the present. NAME Lisa Adams Janet Bruce Sally Burbank Genelle Colston Virginia Cordes Nancy Curran Barbara Davis Aloan Epstein Margaret Fuller Polly Ghirardelli Nancy Griflin Eleanor Gruggel Kathlene Holser Kathryn Kendrick Sophia Kent Natalie Kitchen Frances Lilienthal Barbara Little Polly Luchsinger Mary Ludekens Patricia Lynch Phyllis Lynne .lean Louise Naffziger Dorothy O'Connell june Powl ey Betty jane Sanders Anne Searls Joyce Searls Mary Smith Barbara Tight ,lane Triest SENIOR MCKNAME Li Sally Genelle Cordes Nancy Barbara -loanie Margie Ghir Nancy Gruggle Kay Kay-Kay Tia Nat Frannie Ba-ba Lulu Ludi Patsy Phyl Beanie Doey Powlcy Bee-jay Annie Surlz Smythe Tight PROPHECY AS sm-1 woUr.n Lucia 'ro APPEAR Smooth loo pounds Cool, calm, collected On time Formal Of age ln satin Natural l l l l Personality plus ldealist Studious Quiet Bad Different Lily white Friendly and kind Sweet Blase Sophisticated Superior Blond Sandra A wowl Conscious There Herself lndifferent Exotic Without freckles A know-it-all as sim is Rugged Welll Hysterical at time Sometimes I n formal Sweet sixteen ln chiffon Funny l l l l Wild Definite Not very! l Silent Good Odd Brown Both Sweeter Give her time Cute Dignihed F Beanie Wowl Unconscious Not there Swell Concerned Healthy With Curious wiiaicnicss Skiing Numisinatist Red nail polish The neighbors Antique jewelry Pink and blue Traveling Horses llowes and heaux Speed A good argument 'lixtra holidays Sunday breakfasts Important ceremonies Peppermint ice cream Tennis -lan Carnations and men The car Hearts Shoes Clothes Glamour Funny talk Frills and liurbelows Orchestra leaders The Cedars Nail biting Stuffed animals Silly stories Cameras SENIOR PROPHECY AMBITION Ski instructor Interior decorator Size iz George liiditor of Vogue Second Jenny Lind First class passenger Horse book illustrator lvlake the headlines CCensoredJ Landscape painter Shock the public Spread eagle Noted pianist To get East lilsa Maxwell, Jr. Doctor Prima donna Own a bow of every color Another Schiapperelli Perfect example Remain abed till I2 Belle of San Francisco 3 I ,ooo,ooo,ooo Blues singer Hollywood Discoverer of F120 Artist Cartoonist Old maid Child psychologist PROBABLE EN D Hula dancer Helping Walt Disney Coca Cola hartendress Georgia Ranch hand Crooning lullabies Stewardess Candy taster China The morgue Nonitch girdle inventor First woman cop. Growing daffodils Climbing hills Stuck in the snow House mother Veterinarian Third row at lVIinsky's Only two big blue circles Ye Olde Antique Shop Girl Scout leader Sewing .litterbug Belle of Petaluma 5 8: IO salesgirl Ecstasy girl Mud Hat, Arkansas Ballet dancer Model Pres. of Bug Exterminator Co Child bride Napa .1'J FOwLEY