Sarah Dix Hamlin School - Epilogue Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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poetry OUR SYMBOL M'hat is more clear to us than our flag? Long may it wave. and ne'er may it drag In shame or disgratte: then let us be true To the red, and the white, and the blue. Bravery is shown in our flag by the red, Then let us remember brave deeds of our dead, Ylfho so gallantly fought for the things they held true, Yvhiclt we symbolize now in the red, white, and blue. Blue is for loyalty which we must show To our flag and our country when Hghting our foe. This loyalty proved now by me and by you lVill always protect our red, white, :uttl blue. l'm'ity gleams in our flag through the white. Its noble truth we'1l defend with our might: Though after a battle those left are but few, Who still do uphold our dear retl, white, and blue. These are the things for which Old Glory stands, And no matter the course taken by other lands, All good Americans e'er will be true To the ideals upheld by the red, white, and blue. NIARY En DAvts '43 TROUBLES I took my troubles to a windy hill one day, M'h-e-e. blew the wind, and took them off to l waited for trouble to come back to me- But God sent peace to keep me company .... IsAuEI.I.t: DE Rose '43 play. JES' SUPPOSIN' Jes' supposiu' you were here Or I was there with you. And we could get together As we often used to do. And sit :t while and talk and smile XVithout no pomp or posin', Or frills or fuss, but just be us- Doggone it! Jes' suppusin'! JUNE LEE '43

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Nobody complains around here. Ifyou do, it won't do any good. Sometimes yott are going to wislt you were dead, bttt no one cares. We're going to be a happy family. lVe have our own house, nice comfortable beds. antl stt mer food. XVe're all 'oin r on . . . . l S is picnics together tn the lovely country. For a wlnle yott're going to school to learn about essential things in this business. Maybe if you're all good boys, we'll go on a big trip. That's all for now. The rest is up to yon. So straighten up that line, said the sergeant. You're in the army now! l'a't'iucta Etmxmn '-I3 an ttsibute te a hemmthe fatrtagttt fThere is a 1 1ll'l'Ilgllf still afloat. The Farragut of the following story symbolizes litany brave ships as gallant as she., The throb of engines, the warning of fog ltorns, the clanging of the buoy, gentle seas, rough seas, calms, and the onward rush of hurricane-like windsg the glowing of the sky at sunrise and the inky blackness left by sunset: the flashing of guns in battle, the moaning of dying tncn. tlte screaming of downward-headed planes. the swirling of hlark smoke, and red blood creeping over the decks. All this antl much more the destroyer Fnrrnguf ltatl seen attd heard. The stories that she could tell were numerous. They included those of Pearl Harbor, Midway. Coral Sea, and the Solomon Islands. Yes, tlte Solotnon Islands-a place of which we ltear little, httt here the valiant lfnrrogttl fought her last battle. The first glowing rays of early dawn rose over the group of ships anchored near the shore of a tropical island. Small boats, loaded down with men, could be seen dashing toward the shore. As ifa whip had been cracked to command the scene into action, events started taking place. The landing barges were beached, and swarms of men raced np on the hard-packed sand. The ships opened fire antl planes were catapulted off from nearby cruisers. The Fnrrngttl did her share in protecting tlte scattered nten running on the beach. She kept up constant fire against the enemy. From morning to night the battle went on without stopping. The men grew weary httt did not feel it. They were immune to atty sort of feeling. It was on the third day of battle that our story comes to a glorious end, Firing had slowed down. bttt the japanese were still there, making their presence known. Their planes were flying over the little ship as if they knew the deadly weapon she was. The ship fought one attack after another antl was still holding her own. As fate would have it, luck was against her. Ten planes that had assembled in the sky above. headed at the ship, hring continually. lt was too tntteli for the brave destroyer-she was rrippled. The last plane carried the hnal blast. It was a direct hit! Huge volumes of billowing smoke issued frottt her hold. Men could he seen leaping over the sntoke-grimed sides. The water was soon dotted with little specks trying to reach other ships or rafts. A rnntble was heard, and the Ftll'fllg1lf smiled once more and then was gone from sight. Tears ran down the saved n1en's cheeks-for they had lost :t sweetheart and a pal, That night, as the last few rays of the setting sttn left the sky. a group of American planes fiew overhead, attd each flyer dipped his wings in tribttte to the ship that ltatl helped play her part in the battle for freedom. Fttamrus BRnN1'oN '43

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ptotettm TO MY FEET Oh most patient feet, That bein' the hurden of the day ln vibrant darkness rlosetl :away From sun and light: Feet, why suller so? Why cling to earth? For once. with wings and freedom. You bore Mercury aloft. FRANN Stfamzrztt '43 OVER HERE AND OVER THERE lKl:n't'hing feet as the bugles blzxre. Great guns crash 'neztth rockets' glare, And some return with a blind man's stare. 'l'hztnk God l'in here-not over there. Sonic light lor glory, some for laune. They paint in blood their t7ountry's uznne, And they mztrch not well, for some are lame flint those who suller are not to blzune.j May God have lnerq' on those to blame! May ztll the world have peace again. When truth and justice do onre more reign, Over here and over there. Wan' is at banquet and Death is host, And often the pair :nuke good their hoztst 'I'o take the youth that we vztlue the IUOSI. l'nt glad l'm :tlire :uul not their tonst. May the truth e'er triumph over might And liud its way to l'reedoni's light. When truth prevails, so will the right. Over here and over there. l'At't.A Lmkti '13 TIME Time is something that when lost run never be regained. lt canutot he seen, touched. or heard. The course ol' time is never cltztngetl. lor it llows onward into eternity. FRANN Svunemt '43 C l 1