St Rose Academy - Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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l----ral GOLD AND WHITE Je-im Auf Wieder-Sehenl Till We Meet Again! By ESPERANZA RUELAS HE June sun caressed the broad blue Rhine, disclosing a row-boat which was disturbing the river's quiet with the ripple of its passing. The dip, dip of the oars mingled with the cries of herons and the rustling of the leaves whispering to the trees, made a fitting accompaniment to the rhythmic lapping of the flowing current and the echoes from the Black Forest. Now a strange appealing tenor joined in the symphony with the wild, barbaric Cossack song which seemed strangely out of place in the calm dignity of the surroundings but which perfectly htted the singer. His slim body was leaning back carelessly in the stern of the boat. In one hand he held a Russian guitar, a balaika. With the other he was strumming vigorously a colorful battle-song which his Tartan blood had taught him to love. Impatiently he shook from his dark brow a lock of hair as black and as sleek as any khan's. His companion, a tall, powerful, blond young German, now began the gentle reverie-like melody of Die Lorelei, and pulling easily at the oars brought the boat to the bank and stepped out. This was their last trip down the deep waters of the Rhine, for on the morrow they were returning to Heidelberg. They had spent their vacation journeying through the Rhinelands together, as was their custom, and now they would return to school together-Karl, the blonde German giant, and Theodor, his slim Russian chum. With a fond goodby to their friend, the river, they both turned slowly down the path just as the last rays of the sun gilded the Lorelei-rock with glowing beams. On registration day the two friends saw but little of each other. Finally when taps sounded, Karl and Theodor rushed to their room to tell each other everything that had happened during the day and to make plans for the year. Long after taps had sounded they were talking and planning, yet when sleep stole over them there was still much to be said. Finally Karl's tired eyes closed and he mumbled Auf wieder-sehenf' The sun had just risen above the high stone walls of the building when someone, without warning of reveille, knocked at the door. Karl climbed lazily out of his cot and opened it. A military messenger was stilfly holding out two envelopes. One was for Theodor, and on the back of it were the Imperial arms of Russia. The other was addressed to Karl von Stolzen and on it were the Imperial arms of Germany, Puzzled, each opened his envelope. A large circular fell out of Theodor's to the floor and there it lay between them. Germany Declares War on Russialu Each had been called to the service! At first a ire of barbaric wrath kindled Theodor's eyes, but Karl jumped up, and embracing him said earnestly: Theodor, We part as friends: when we meet again it will be as enemies. My God, my Kaiser, and my Fatherland are calling me. Quietly Theodor turned and both started dressing and packing, Karl Thirl gf - six

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?--e-:gt GoLD AND WHITE fs-U----F- The Eternal Question By ESPERANZA RUELAS Alone but for a pine that swayed near by- As man hath done in every age of yore- He did not heed the breakers on the shore, But stood and hurled his question to the sky. Else in the waves had found his own reply. O tell me what it is that men adore! O silence in my heart, the awful roar Of doubt! The universe sends back the cry And wonders how a man could be so blind With all those works before his very eyes. The answer trembles back from every sod. At last into his unreceptive mind From beauteous earth and from the spacious skies, Doth come the grandeur of its maker, God! if Thoughts By GRETCHEN LINS Wonderfiil, fleeting, fanciful dreams, Echoes and calls from the past, Wz'll 0' the wisps, bright, unserene Coming. going, slow and fast. Never ending, on they fly, Sad or happy, what care they? Never being born, they never die, On they dance, on they play. if Spring Song By BETTY LAUGHLIN When the apple blossom spreads its perfume in the air Each dainty skirt aflutter and bathed in misty dew, Then we know that spring so fair, with garlands in her hair Has come to banish winter and dress the world anew. Thirty-Eve

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GoLD AND WHITE l3f-Q---- was ready first and as he sadly opened the door he whispered: Auf wieder- sehen: but may we never meet on the field of battle! Some months later, Karl was in his trench, but as there was a temporary lull in the lighting, he took a stub of a cigarette and had just lit it when he heard a moan and a muffled cry. Slowly he lifted himself out of the trench and dragged himself over 'Ano man's land in the direction of the voice. lt was near him now. Where had he heard that voice? The men in his trench were all accounted for. There ahead of him he saw a slim form lying face downward in the mud. Gently he turned the dark head and just then a shell came whistling overhead. Karl knew that the shell was a messenger of death for him and the boy lying there: but in that moment, by its glare he recognized-Theodor! The shell exploded and beneath the terrific noise the winds might have heard a faint sigh that sounded strangely like, Auf wieder-sehenl id Carmel By The Sea By FRANCES DUNN Like the tolling of a silver hell Upon the evening air ,' Carmel lVith melodious cadence rings, And to eternal starlight sings Of crescent moons and silver sand. Of waters blue from fairyland: Of pirate coves within a bay, Moon curved and titled Monterey. It choruses of galleons old, Westward bound in quest of gold: Of Spaniards and the Spanish main: Of gentle Padres and their mission train. It signifies the April showers Carpeting the world with flowers: Of artists and their lordly boast That heaven must he Carmel's coast. It whispers that the cypress trees Keep love trysts with the vagrant breeze. There wild flowers to hillsides cling, And riot in the wealth of spring. Harkenl There's a silver lzelll Soft . . . melodious . . . Heaven? No .... Carmel. Thirty-seven