St Rose Academy - Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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IN SAN FRANCISCOS CHINATOWN HFAVY mist hung low over the city that once had been a silhouette against an lllummated sky The streets were slippery the air damp and the light of the half dimmed street lamps tried to shed its comparatively feeble rays down upon the narrow streets that were very dark even in peace time Com1ng from down an alley was the strange hauntmg music of Chinatown music that IS rendered all the more penetrant when ll is 2 A M It was in this atmosphere that the slow steady steps of a man were heard His face was pale against the black native garb he wore and ll could be seen that he was no longer young As he approached the street lamp his features became more d1st1n guishable The skin of his face was shr1veled his little eyes seemed to have the power of piercing the depths of the soul and his lips were narrow and straight with a grayed mustache and goatee characteristic of the old world Chinese H1s name was Hwang Hwang was a cold shrewd business man but he had a heart full of love and sympathy for his fam1ly For a half century he had l1ved on Pacific Avenue just off Grant However in later years of his life he treated himself to lodgings much n1cer a few blocks farther west on Pacific H15 life was a full one He had worked hard but now he had the reward of his labor He had one son and a daughter His son he favored especially because the youth loved what Hwang as a boy had loved Hwang was very proud of him when he graduated with old man had centered his little world around this boy and lt had been gratify 1ng to him to see the youth absorb the old man s pr1nc1ples and make them his own Hwang had boasted that his son was in China lighting and planning the defeat of the N ipponese and although he was still proud he now felt a keen sense of privation The footsteps that echoed down the alley from where the Chinese music came were aimless They just kept going going with rhythm1 cal sound on the narrow sidewalks Hwang couldn t make himself go home The things which only this afternoon he had fondly touched with the thought of his son s return brought memories flooding upon his brain and these be came odious to him After all what were they without his son to return to them? He didn t want to see the house the rooms the furn1ture each thing brought before him his son He only wanted to walk walk walk He d1dn t care where He had done this now SIDCC nine P M when that fateful message had come Now all he knew was that he xx as tired terribly tired 'll 'lf Sk Il! is It was the hour before dawn and there were few on the streets The enveloping mist had lifted its shroud of depression The melancholy footsteps no longer echoed through the streets of San Francisco s Chinatown Hwang had gone home' JEANNE LOUISE CORKRAN 43 PACE in ENT1 roun I ' ! ! , . , y . . . - . . , D . . 7 7 I 0 , - ! 3 1 1 ' I . Y . ' 5 . ' , , . . , . ' I ! , l . , honors from U. C. and take finish course at University of Peking. Yes, the Y ! Y ' 1 1 ' , 1 D 1 ' ' ! 9 ' , , 1 ' . , , . l . . ., I . - . . , .

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great lunt unt1l a home could be found I he too perfett self eomposure and reseryt ney er broke down lNo matter what was done for her lt was always thank you and that was all -Ks the two sat tn the ln mg room one ey enlng Fdna happened to ask where the doll was Dldn thaye xt lost? No Broken? No Tlred of monosyllables and somewhat annoyed by the loss of the doll the woman sald sharply XVell then what haye you done w1th lt? I Gaye ll away to the httle glrl down the hall anet3 That was an odd thmg to do anet has many toys of her own She doesn t need your doll' If lt had been any other clnld than Randy to gnve sometlnng away Edna would have sard ll was sentlment that prompted her to do such a thmg but Randy was not a sentrmental ehlld Try as she mlght to get Randy to talk the Lllllfl refused and at last Edna gaye up Then lt happened' One day when Fdna was at work and Randy was at home wlth Aunt Pleanor the lllllldlllg caught Hre Fdna s Aunt Elly was IH her seventles and nearly bhnd She eertamly would have been kllled lf lt had not been for the tool and heroxe attlons of Randy The 1h1ld had led Aunt Elly down the burnmg stairs They had to go slowly for the elderly woman couldn t see but Randy made the h ualdous lourney and ney er let Aunt Flly know there was any danger Hours later when Edna had heard the story she erred Xvllll rellef and loy llow tan I ey er thank you Randy' she sobbed The ugly httle faee ht up and she laughed For the first tlme she sounded like my other normal ehxld She pllt her bony arms around Fdna s neck and hugged her Then at last Fdna understood the ehlld It IS more blessed to glye than to FCCCIXC But gn mg IS a real luxury and one that Randy had neyer been able to afford -Xlways she had to recerye charlty she had to be always grateful to another for all she had Now Fdna understood about the doll At list R andy h id a thmte to glue to hear someone say thank you to her to be tht I :dy Bountiful md not the charlty thlld It had been pride that m xde her so reserx ed and now equahty exlsted between the two Edna and Rlllfly were fflCllClS Iom. Iouxsox 43 IV F IXXENIX IHREE V1 V r Y V V v . V I ll VV V V V V - V' V 1 V 1 , . 1 V ' ' V ' V ' V . . 1 . . . . . V V V . 1 1 1 , . at - - VV V V V V , 1 1 I . rr V ' , - - V VV O ' U V V . ' V V V . 1 1 5 . . , ,, .. ' . . , . 1' ' D V V V V v. . . . , . - 1 . , . . 1 V . V V . 1 V . V ' ,V, . V ' V , 1 . . l . V v - l. VV . V - V V V , . . ' , . ' ' 1 . J x - 11 - . . V, . . . V V V V V V - A 1 V V V V V V . A , V V 1 . 1 . . - 1. VV , V V V . V V V V 1 1 1 1 , . , H .. ,, . . . V . , . , . . x ,1 1 1 ' . 1 1 , V ,V V , V V , V V 1 . 1 , . . 2 ' ' . V V. V ' 1 . . . . , . , . V V . . V , . -

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BEHIND THE MAN BEHIND THE GUN RIVATE Mark R Thompson yawned as the reporters left True he enjoyed the pubhcrty he was gettmg to the pomt of lovlng lt but stnll bemg the current hero of the natxon dld have 1ts dlsadvantages He had not recovered enough to go back xnto actrve servlce so for a tlme l1fe was one bormg vacatlon made up of photographers and mtervxewers He was not unaccustomed to thls A few years ago when he was chosen all American tackle hrs prcture was III ex erv magazme Later he agam made the papers when he became engaged to Lors ames the soc1al1te and agam when the engagement was broken off Now Mark R Thompson was xn the papers once more this tlme for kllllng and capturing a group of enemy soldlers True he had asslstance and when he remembered It he gave some credlt to the men but to the world as a whole and to Mark R Thompson especially Mark R Thompson was the hero He leaned back 1n the chalr at the rest home and thought of hrs early llfe rn the Army Inactlve servlcel Typrng' Of course when the Army reallzed 1tS mxstake of puttmg such a man as he lll such an unlmportant posltlon they removed hrm He wondered who the fool was sw ho was at hrs desk now Prob ably someone who could not meet the physlcal and mental requlrements ofthe Army He reached over and turned on the palr of earphones YVhat a novelty lt would be to hear a dance band agam' Howes er there wasn t any muslc on the two statlons hrs radlo was hmlted to Instead there was some patrxotlc program on the airwaves Wlth angry I'CSlgll21ll0ll Prnate Thompson llstened The mam event on the program was an lntervnew wlth a number of XV A A C s Prlvate Thompson groaned XVomen rn the Army' He hstened only out of CUTIOSIIY Strangely enough the program was comlng from Camp where he had served as a typlst The announcer began And now th1s young woman You are a XV A A C who has been sent here so that the soldlers can go 1nto HCIIVC serv lce aren t you? Yes Mr Cary er YVe YV A -X C s have been asslgned to th1s lob Her XOICC was the type Mark expected to hear It wasn t made for radxo and ll repeated the hnes dutlfully but wlthout CIIIllllS1'lSI11 The xonce ss as fannhar howex er If he Could only place lt' Nou xx here IYPISIS here Many of us have dlfferent jobs but we all know that for every one of us here there IS a man released for combat flghllllq It IS our duty as patr1ot1c Mary Ellen Gardener' I lke a flash the name and face came to hun She seemed the type who would be He hadn t known her well She hxed on one sxde ot tom n he ln ed on the other He moved ln flze Crowd of school she was a nonentrty Her people u Cl e poor and she got to college only through her own P-KKE TWENXTY FINE . . , 1 ! s 1 V , . , . , , ' 1 ' Y .I , , I ' 3 Y V V . , . . . . k . , V V . V , ' V ' ' - V - V r . , . . . . . , . y . A l T at ' , O . . . . A. . . . . , ,, , . V ra V - - - 1, - 7 ' V 7 , . . . .I . . . , . . V , V , 1 . . , . - ' V V 3 N . . . V V V V K - ' ' 1V s 1 l I K I - , . V V V V n - I n 4 I I 1 . V V , 1 . -