St Rose Academy - Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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GoLD AND WHITE 132------dl greatest standbys in the world. I have thought from my earliest youth that my brother possessed not only these qualities to a far greater degree than any- one else's but also that he was the brightest and most intelligent person in all the world. Whenever I was confronted with a question I immediately took it to him and demanded an answer. No matter how absurd the answer was, I was always satisfied. It must be right, for Buddy had said it was so and so. Unfortunately for me I would always ask a question when he was busily occupied in the process of shaving or tying a tux tie. For instance, one day I softly opened the door, peeped in around the edge and asked, Buddy dear, who crossed the Delaware? There he was standing before the mirror, legs apart, his face heavily lathered and screwed in the most comical manner, his right hand holding his safety razor aloft, his left hand pulling his ear in the most ungainly position. I received no response but a grunt and change of position. A pause and once again, more impatiently this time, Buddy, who crossed the Delaware? Not until the left cheek was smoothly shaven did he ask, I-Iuhf What did you say? I said, 'Who crossed the Dela- ware?' most impatient this time. Oh, I don't know: don't bother me now. Yes, you do know, I coaxed confldently. Tell me, who crossed the Dela- ware? Seeing no other way to get rid of me than by answering he responded, Oh, Napoleon. Now go and let me shave in peace. Thank you, I mur- mured and left. The next day I argued and dared, yes actually dared Sister to say George Washington crossed the Delaware when my Buddy said it was Napoleon. Do you see how it is? Thus I went through grammar school, relying on my brother for puz- zling questions, receiving absurd answers, and defying anyone to doubt or con- tradict them. Then came graduation and high school. The work of high school held no fear for me for was I not armed with my brother's knowledge? I at least thought so, but soon found I was mistaken. In the first place he frankly ad- mitted that he could not answer all my questions, and in the second-and this is the worst of all--no one in high school cared to hear about him or what he said. When a discussion was going on and I wanted to add my opinion, if I began with, A'Well, my Buddy says or A'lVIy brother says, I was immedi- ately cut short by unanimous looks of scorn, of disgust and moans. Oh, for heaven's sake, is she going to talk about her brother again? Who cares what he has to say? or If you think I'm going to listen to you rave about your wonderful brother again you are mistaken. At first I was hurt and indignant. My brother, my dear brother, whom I had held to be the highest and finest thing on this earth for fourteen years, was the scorn of everyone! Then I began to see that I was to blame. Everyone didn't think the same of him as I did. They had fine brothers at home, too. Mine wasn't the only one on the earth, So by degrees I began to mention him less and less and now hardly at all. I don't ask him any more questions and I do not believe that Napoleon crossed the Delaware. But I still and always will think of him as the finest and brightest brother in all the world. lmrfmf :rr

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1-Ml---A-,gf Go1.D AND WHITE Big Sisters By JANE MADDEN IG sisters! Mighty people who think they are so wise. Were they never little themselves? It hardly seems possible. They always manage to be in everything that does not concern them. Whenever you want a new dress they seem to pick it out, First the goods doesn't suit them and then the pattern is too old a style. They argue over whether it shall have pleats or gathers. It has gathers because the older sister thinks they look better, She takes you down town to purchase a pair of shoes. You have your heart set on pumps with high heels. Then your sister says, What, you wear high heels! Why, when I was your age I wore high shoes with low heels, not low shoes with high heels. And you promptly get low heels Conttarv to your heart's desire. You bring a new book home from the library, one by your favorite author and one you have been waiting a long time to read. You seat yourself com- fortably and start to read it, thinking you have a whole hour before dinner. Then your sister comes in. You've just been to the library? What book did you get? Let me see it just a minute? You know unless you give it to her willingly it will be taken by force. You grant her request. I-Ier minute be- comes minutes, then a half hour and finally, at the close of the hour she has Hnished it. Instead of returning it, she immediately goes to mother. This book isn't fit for your daughter to read, I wouldn't let her read it if I were you. If you accuse her of having read it, immediately on the defense she re- plies that she has just glanced through it. Ah, then! If your names both happen to begin with the same initial,- J, for instance-everything addressed to J or Miss J is given to her because she is the elder. She always manages to arrive home irst and then she gets the first look at everything. If she opens an invitation to a party beginning at nine o'clock in the evening, she highly disapproves. She never went to evening parties when she was young! Does she never realize that the object of her discussion and selection is to be worn by her younger sister, not by her? Or should sixteen-year-old girls be put in rompers and sandals and given a picture book to read? There are times I admit when big sisters are very considerate. But at such times we must realize that recompense must always be made. They take you to the theatre and during the short walk home they propose a seemingly inno- cent suggestion: They would just love to wear such and such tomorrow. May they? This is really just a matter of form for they would wear it anyway. How often I have wished that I were the oldest, but no, someone had to be the baby and I suppose I just happened to be that one. On Big Brothers-Partieulary Mine By JEAN HANNA IG brothers! A little thrill of joy runs up and down by spine at the very sound. They are not the pests and crabs and other uncomplimen- tary things that are said about them, but the best pals, the most helpful friends, loving sympathizers, the dearest but most annoying teases, and the Forty-three

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GOLD AND WHITE Qc----4- ? Going For Ads By DOROTHY DILLON ULL of enthusiasm and bubbling over with spirit, you start out, confi- dent of returning with at least ten ads. You have been told that business men always seem on the brink of failure when about to part with a small sum for your cause, but this cannot daunt you. Anyway it is a privilege to advertise in your year book and those given the opportunity will realize how fortunate they are and will immediately demand an ad. Yes, of this you are certain. With a companion you set out, carrying last year's journal under your arm, with several subscription blanks, and with a well-filled fountain pen. Now the question arises as to how you shall go about soliciting the ads. What demeanor shall you assume? You determine to take upon yourself an air of importance-of one who demands something and expects to get it. This method will surely be successful. You come to the first place-the Central Bank. But who will do the talk- ing here, you or your companion? She ought to for she's bigger than you, but she refuses and you must make the best of it. Inwardly trembling, but with a bold exterior to coincide with the importance you must assume, you enter the bank. You ask to be admitted to the president. He is in conference. No matter, you will wait. Finally you are ushered into the great office where an important man is dictating to his secretary. Of course your business is im- portant. You state it, but he doesn't think it so and refuses an ad without further ado. Dejected you leave and set out for the lnsurance Company. Here your companion will talk. But she must present a different attitude: the other didn't work. Experiential docetf' She decides to adopt a pleading tone to endeavor to impress upon the subscriber the need of an ad. Together you enter the great establishment where many men+all men-are busily engaged. Several eyes turn toward you, docile little maids, and you almost melt before the icy stares. But seeing a door with Manager inscribed on it you knock and enter, only to interrupt a meeting. Another wait and finally when the gentleman is ready to hear you, your chum pleads her cause with genteel meek- ness. Alas, however, you learn that the company's quota for advertising has long since been used up but if you will return in July they'll be glad to help you. Your journal goes to press in April! You try the shops but the keepers tell you how great their overhead ex- penses are or they say that they have just subscribed to the Community Chest, which includes all other charities. Imagine considering advertising in your journal, charity! Eventually as a last hope you go to the doctors. Surely they will grasp the opportunity. You assume a dignified, superior or rather condescending air to impress the professional man that you are merely allowing him to sub- scribe. But alas! in every office you meet the same reply, lt is not ethical for doctors to advertise, l'm very sorry. The next day you go to school to be met by a haughty senior who says sardonically, Why dOn't you juniors get busy? Your class has the least ads. After all your trouble! Of course every cloud has a silver lining and you continue your efforts on Forty-Hue