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

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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

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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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a. alight at the catnteetn, I ltavett't seett a wltite girl in a wltole year. said tlte corporal witlt wltont I was dancing. Tlte remark was ratlter unexpected. attd I wondered ltow to ttteet this new line. However. I was beginning to get ttsed to tlte ttnttsttal cottversatiott with tltese sol- tliers and sailors. They certainly ntade tlte war closer attd tttore realistic to ttte, Matty of tltettt ltatl already seen plettty ol' acliott. attd although no otte talked about it. ytttt cnttld see tlte resttlts in their faces: sottte ltatl even aged years. Time Olll now while we clear tlte floor for action. The Navy takes over, as tlte joke box swings ittto Glenn Miller's uKlll1llllIll00,h and tlte Navy certainly needs roottt. The gohs ltave their owtt exclusive style of jitterbttggittg. which tttost likely developetl front getting tlte kinks out of their sea legs. Why any girl tltittks herself a tuartyr for spending att evening like this I sltall never know, because everyone ltas fun. Tlte refreslttttettt cottnter is att especially good place to talk. attd tttttttlt titne is spent in porittg over snapshots of his fantily back ltottte, attd itt argtttnents about wlty his State is tlte ltest. Al twelve o'clock tlte tnttsic stops, attd tlte service tttett dash for tlteir coats to get back to their' bases before their valued leave is over. lVe ltope tltat tlte last few short hours have relieved a little of tlte strain and tettsiott tltat tlte tttett pttt up with. and tltat tltey will have something pleasant to retttetttber in tlte tttidst of tlte ltorrors of war. ll.-ttttt.-tim Ststrktttttta '43 the ttttttt in the rctatcl I-'rothy pink and white bttds burst into bloont: robitts, singing tttelodiotts songs, start building their nests: new blades of green grass push tltetttselves ottt of tlte dark riclt soil: and it is spring again. Yet to many it is at different springtittte than ever before. Even to tts, tlte thirty- eigltt seniors in tlte Hatttlitt school attd in ottr own stttall worlds. it is especially dif- ferent. because to tts it tttarks an end attd a beginning. Matty of tts have spent our high school years ltere, others tttore, and a few of us have ttaveled up tlte familiar steps sittce ottr first days in kindergartett. Every spring ltas marked tlte cotttpletiott of a year's work: trying tttontlts in algebra, history attd other subjects which have helped and will help to mold ottr future, a fottttdatiott that with each successive spring becattte firttter and sttrer. Each fall we returned a year older and ready for tlte next year wlticlt would leave its mark in experience gained. This june will be the last tittte we shall walk tlowtt tlte fatttiliar steps with a feeling tltat we belong, attd tltat we are a part of what we are leavittg. The door will close with solemn finality, and there will be tto returning for forgotten books. Matty of tts will attettd college, bttt most of tts will never finish. It will be tlte precious years we ltave obtaitted here tltat will be ottr ottly fortihcation against the otttside worltl. So we bid adiett to Hatttlin's and the life we ltave kttown here, tlte end of an era. And witlt this spring we go alone to face tlte new life that lies arottntl tlte ttext llll'l1 in tlte road. I.ot.a juNortt.tt'r '43