|lerseplpme presented in pageant farm by ttje Puptb nf % ^felpp £ ji>cfyaal ^ait ^Biego in tiffitr school garhens nineteen ijnnhreo anc fourteen Plritten for tlje school by Jsabelie Jftske Conant CO=Y.=ll5HT BY ISABELLE F13KE CONANT. -?&s*°- Committers Mrs. Charles E. Bentham, Honorary Chairman ' Costume Committee Mrs. J. S. Akerman, Mrs. L. L. Brentner, Mrs. C. W. Fox, Mrs. H. P. Newman, Mrs. T. H. Silsbee, Mrs. E. H. Williams, Mrs. J. D. Wood Music under direction of Mr. Chesley Mills Miss Marian Lynne, Director Miss Alice Andrews and Mrs. Bertram E. Bowler, Directors of Dances Faculty of School, Ways and Means Committee * (Jfyaraciers Student Inspiration Chorus Persephone Her Companions Daffodils Pan - Satyrs IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE PART ONE Dorothy Clowes Helen Williams Constance Vogt Katharine Ovvers Thetis - - - Katharine Spalding Persis - . . Katharine Lloyd Helen - - - Elizabeth Griffiss Vera - Dorothy Graham Alethea - - - Enid Owers Cecilia Lemon, Dorothy Lemon, Pauline Moore, Edith Moran, Kathleen Shannon Teynham Woodward Augustus Mack, Eric Pepys, Edward Post, Sherborn Shourds, Richard Williams Demeter (Ceres) Goddesses Cupid (Eros) Pomona - San Diego Sunbeams, Hera Athena Artemis Vesta Aphrodite Mary Wight Louise Fleming Lucy Clark Mildred Salmons Amelia Williams Marie Silsbee Pitts Mack J KAN MlLLEK Margaret Kew Lucile Brentner, Beatrice. Cowles, Flora Forward, Virginia Frost, Helen Post, Ruth Ramsdell Shadows - Ruth Campbell, Pattie Ferris, Margaret Williams. Carolyn Wood, Dorothea Seaver, Lois Seaver ©GI.A381587 (ttljantttes PART TWO The Periods of the History of San Diego Mexican Dance Spanish Dance Toreador - Father Junipero Serra Father Salviaderra Ramona Indian Convert Louise Kendall Dorothy Kendall Catherine Little Elsie Dunn Martha Wingate Thelma Hyde - Cecil Cullen Garden Scene Dryads - Alice Bartlett, Marjorie Ferris, Gertrude Myers, Helen Spare Breezes - Natalia Blair, Katherine Fox, Betty Gaddes, Mary Hoede- maker, Mary Osborn, Katherine Williams Poppies - Elizabeth Akerman, Florence Anthony, Constance Daney, Ella Norine O'Neall, Kathleen Woodard, Amy Klauber Lewis Akerman - Jack Hawley Annette Masten Cecil Bolton Elizabeth Allen, Vora Sumption Hilda Kraemer Elaine Sweet Elizabeth Griffiss The Procession Vere Dove Alice Wangenheim Cactus Road Runner Butterfly Quail House Finches The Atlantic Ocean The Pacific Ocean The Sun The Locks of the Panama Canal The Spirit of the Exposition Alumnae Dance of Juniors and Seniors - Epilogue Miss Marian Lvnne Costumes executed by San Diezo Costume Co. JJarf (©ttc prologue Well-known the old myth, sad and sweet, The story of the grain, How Ceres, grieving at the feet Of goddesses, came to entreat Her lost child back again. One after one, they turned away, Nor would to Ceres hark; Persephone, until the day Of summer, might not steal away From Pluto's winter dark. And in the tale are truths of spring And of the mother heart, Of human destinies that bring Unto each song of hope we sing Its deeper, better part. But here today an ending new We give this story old, Brighter and gladder and still true, For here the skies year-round are blue, And gray is turned to gold. Pomona, queen of fruitful trees, May save Persephone, For orchards, fragrant in the breeze, Bloom here year-round beside the seas, Nor Pluto fear to see. Here San Diego, summer's maid, Hath Ceres' child released, While mission bells are chiming, played, And ships have in the harbor weighed Their anchors from the east. Against the mountains rises, white, A city, dome and spire, Accomplished in a magic night, Lit with the future's westward light, A land of heart's desire. M I 1914 |JcrscpI|onc A student enters from the schoolroom, with a hook in hand. She muses. Inspiration appears in the door-way and stands behind her unseen, but enfolding her. Student: J ust now we reac * of sweet Persephone, And then I came to dream here, by the sea, All the old story over; of the grief' Of that fair goddess of the harvest-sheaf; Mother Demeter, kindest friend to man. And now 1 see the meaning and the plan Of that old tale; a whisper says to me That winter cold, and night-time shadowy, The fading leaf, and, after harvest, frost, And human grief, and all hopes that are lost, Were in this fashion told in classic metre, The story old—and new — of sad Demeter. Had that been here, the myth had not been sad, For here is always summer, bright and glad, And now once more, the myth seems taking place. 1 see each classic form and each fair face. Again it comes to pass; the ages fade, I see Persephone, that long-lost maid. With her maidens careless playing, Fair Persephone Near to Pluto's realm is straying, By a hidden sea. Persis, come, catch this ball! Thetis, now, you! Oh! You have let it fall! Play the game through! Too merry laughter hinders our play. Follow! Run after! Hasten this way! Come to the flowers, maidens! Golden they shine! Here are the hours laden with joy divine! Little bright suns of daffodils, Shine all at once on fields and hills! Dearest Persephone, leave us not, pray. We must keep watch of you all through the day. Though I've been bidden not far to stray I'll not be chidden on such a day. There is no danger, that 1 well know, 1 am no stranger where'er 1 go. To those Maying in this field Strange things straying are revealed. Inspiration, leaning o-ver her touches her, she rises, rapt and radiant. The Pageant begins to form in the distance. The chorus enters and sings. Persephone and her com- panions enter slowly. Persephone and her com- panions play ball. Their merry laughter is heard at intervals. Persephone runs off and the girls follow. The little flowers come dancing around Perse- phone. She sits in their midst and plays with them. The maidens come running up. The flowers run off: one is dropped and lies neglected. Pan is piping, hoofed and hairy, But beware! This stranger, With his satyrs, nature's fairy, Lures ye unto danger. The pipes of Pan are heard afar. Persephone follows. The satyrs come rollicking in, and draw the maidens away from Persephone. The Pipes of Pan come nearer and nearer. As he dances up the Satyrs draw the maid- ens away. Pan: Unto Pan hearken, lover of light, Ere the day darkens, when cometh night. Satyrs: To Maidens Maidens: Persephone; To Pan Pan: Persephone: Heard, Unseen Pan: Demeter: Folk that are furry, hoof, hand and horn, Never need worry since they are born, We, Pan's gay satyrs, know not of duty, To us, naught matters, but pleasure and beauty. Come, let us follow these fellows strange, Up hill, down hollow, where'er they range. Stay, once more smile to me; shaggy thy coat. Pipe here awhile to me; sweet is thy note. If thou come after, then I can play. Hear the brook's laughter! Follow this way. Pity! Pan, Pity! I am afraid! This is the city of darkness. Too Late! They run off laughing and calling. He returns. He leads her on. disappear. She screams. They Demeter comes running. The maidens return. Where is my daughter? What have you done? They search helplessly. Run to the water! Search one by one. They go with sorrow and Back whence ye came! Soon shall I serve dejection. Ye whom I blame, as ye deserve! Demeter, finding a withered flower that Persephone has dropped, picks it up and car- ries it tenderly away. The flower is a child. Its head falls back again, dropping. Demeter: Chorus: Demeter: Demeter: Hera: Demeter: Athena : Dear little bloom, with which she played. In what dark room can she have strayed. She cannot speak, and 1 must go To those less weak, who all things know. Pluto, with the darkness shrouded, Steals the summer weather, Now with storm the skies are clouded, Cold and dark together. Wearing winter's mourning white, Ceres comes, in loring Freedom from her winter's night For her child adoring. Come Aphrodite! Artemis, come! Come Hera, mighty, where dost thou roam? Vesta! Athena! Would it were shown her Where my child rests her. Come, dear Pomona! Spirits of water, air and the earth, Save my dear daughter, give me back mirth. She goes. The chorus appears, singing. Queen of the Powers of this heavenly city End my sad hours; on a mother take pity. Knowest thou not that over the earth After the hot days comes winter dearth? Thy child, the summer, must fade away, Till, a new-comer, once more shines May. Thou of the crystal mind, of the fair face, Demeter Can'st thou my daughter find, strayed from this i ng i y i0 Demeter returns, wander- ing and distrait. At last she calls upon the god- desses, and they enter, in answer to their names, each with her symbol of office and in characteris- tic fashion, through the windows of the facade, which represents their Olympian abodes. Kneeling to Hera, who is disdainful. place? Thoughts more bewildering busy my hours Than of lost children, gathering flowers. goes beseech- Athena, who turns away preoccupied. Demeter: Artemis, swift to run, search for my daughter Everywhere 'neath the sun, on land or water. Artemis is scornful. Artemis: Never with motherhood would I be laden. Mayhap some other could find thee thy maiden. Demeter: Maiden that tends the flame, night's gentle sun, Hark to the deed of shame Pluto hath done — Vesta waves her off. Vesta: ' nave my lamps to tend; ask me no more. Only so night 1 mend; go, I implore. Demeter: O, Aphrodite! Imploring Aphrodite: Aim, Eros, aim! Unheeding Thy shot is mighty; merry this game. Demeter: O, Goddess, hear me! Thee, I implore! Aphrodite: Come thou not near me! Eros, once more! Helen* Say, does he love me, or love me not? Love cannot move me! Oh! I am shot! Thetis* *> t00 ' am woun ded, but must not tell, Persis*. M V kne11 nas sounded i too! Comrades, farewell. Vera* Venus and Cupid shoot as they will. The heart is stupid that they cannot kill. Aiethea: Break thy bow, cruel boy, shoot not again. Love to me is no joy, but it is pain. Demeter: Thou art not goddess of loving, but scorn Naught thy heart's moving. Aphrodite : Back t0 th y corn > Let thy care harvest be, No more dare trouble me — Demeter approaches Aphrodite, by whose side stands Eros, who shoots arrows into the group of maidens, who are play- ing with flowers at some distance. Apart, the companions of Persephone tell for- tunes on flower petals; each is wounded in turn and runs o love is Aphrodite, She will never hear thee, Hast thou no friend that is mighty To stand strong and near thee? Everywhere apathy, Scorn and disdain, Yet cometh sympathy, Sharer of pain. Pomona.' Goddesses! Shame upon your powers that smite A grieving mother with long winter night. Her daughter was with Pluto all this while And, mourning her, she could not eat or smile. Naught but the pomegranate did she taste, And that has her in my protection placed. To Pluto his great realm, but unto me Full power in my small kingdom; of the tree Where pomegranates ripen under skies As blue and starry as this maiden's eyes For whom I plead; nay, for whom I command. For when she touched that sweet fruit with her hand Under my jurisdiction then she came, Demeter sinks down in utter discouragement. The chorus sings. Pomona comes slowly forward from her pome- granate-tree in the dis- tance, touches and raises Demeter. She speaks now to her; now to the god- desses. And I am merciful to her, and name Her free to meet her mother in what clime The pomegranate grows, at any time. The power of endless summer is my gift, And I have sympathy and love enough to lift From sweet Persephone her winter state And from a mother's heart its load too great. Thy daughter tasted pomegranates. She Is under their sweet spell and may go free Wherever pomegranates grow and bear. My hand-maid, San Diego guards them, where Thou mayst have thy daughter all the year Nor aught of cold or winter ever fear. But now we must to Pluto's realm take flight, And against darkness wage our war of light. The scene shifts and she leads Demeter to the pomegranate tree. Interlude, the Audience Follows Pomona and Demeter approach the land of shadows. Persephone is seen alone, with a hand mirror striving to catch some ray of outer sunlight. She is downcast, and closely guarded by shadows under the fines and shrubs of the court. Persephone: How have I changed! This mirror shows to me She sees her mother ap- Not one that ranged so happy and care-free proaching and holds her Here in the dark, where it is always night— hands out to her, but the What is that? Hark! Oh, see, it is the light! shadows hold her back. Demeter: Persephone: Demeter: Pomona: San Diego: Chorus: I cannot bear to have it so, Shadows, be fair and let her go. Oh! mother, 'tis my grief, not yours, is great 'Tis only dark since motherless I wait. Dear, light;is only thy warm hair of gold, I have been lonely through darkness and cold. Dear troubled sister, I with rescue come, Soon may'st thou lead thy daughter once more home. My hand-maid, San Diego, guards this tree And she shall rescue sweet Persephone. Come, sunbeams, from this city of the sun, And win the battle for me, one by one. Sunbeam with shadow and then all together, Win victory for Ceres and bright weather. Come, San Diego, call thine armies gay, Where thou art present, it is always day. Come, little rays of light, feared by the dark, Born where the days are bright, follow and hark. Leave your flower meadows, quick with me wend From the sour shadows save our sweet friend. San Diego, sunny region Marshals on her peaceful meadows All her sunbeam armies legion 'Gainst the onslaught of the shadows. Across the years, O summer city, Come, end her fears, Her grieving pity. Darkness, however, frown you With light, they drive you far With floods of light they drown you, With sunbeams win their war. Again the shadows hold her back. Pomona comes forward. San Diego appears and marshals the sunbeams: a troop of children in bright yellow costumes. The fight begins and is waged with -varying for- tunes until at last the sun- beams win. Mother Demeter, Sing with the lark, Light is the sweeter After the dark. As stars fade in light So dark fades in the sun. Fear now is delight And grieving is done. Demeter:, Mv prayers are strong and all is done. No dark or wrong can hide the sun. Pomona: Let all your poppies dance with every breeze To San Diego. While turquoise skies gaze on sapphire seas, Let mellow bells ring out from storied tower And toll as through the centuries, each prayer-hour Beads of the hours, a wondrous rosary That time still tells, beside the chanting sea. Demeter now hath her sweet child again And all her motherhood of ripened grain. And now Poseidon's sundered oceans meet In magic, east and west, and white ships greet The summer's child in harbor of the sun. The winning of Persephone is done. Pomona, Demeter and Persephone dance together rejoicing. Demeter and Perse phone, during the singing, kneel to Pomona, who raises them. The three. Part 3fom The scene shifts to the tennis courts, with the bay in the background, representing the city of San Diego. There follows an historical series of dances portraying the development of San Diego, from its beginning to the present time. Old Spanish dances, Come back again, Dark maids, bright glances, Castles in Spain. Soul-deep in visions, Knee-deep in bloom, Way for our missions, Reverence and room! From towers, age-yellow, Echo and chime, Lovely and mellow, Float down through time. Sapphires are sky and sea, Opals, the flowers, Ye are a rosary, Gems of the hours. Green cactus wardens, Armed with the thorn, Guard our wild gardens From night till morn. Sentinels single, Eucalyptus and palm, Keep our school ingle From harbor harm. One with its windy motion; One, with its sunlit spray, Ocean is met with ocean, Along a narrow way. A wide world's exposition At westering of the sun Declares the Soul's decision That light and growth are one. A Mexican-Spanish dance is- given. The Fathers enter, accompanied by their Indian converts and ring the bells of the Campanile. The poppies dance. The school garden is rep- resented. The thorny cactus is a refuge for the birds. The palm tree is shown and the eucalyp- tus. They blow in the wind and shelter the birds. The Atlantic ocean is shown, dressed in stormy gray, and accompanied by the breezes. The Pa- cific, dressed in blue, is accompanied by the sun- shine. There follows the dance of the wind and of the sun. The oceans, at opposite sides of the tennis court, then enter, each her end of the canal, which is made up of a series of locks, a double file of the whole cast, in costume of the different parts. Gates are opened and closed for the en- trances of the oceans to the different locks. The breezes are left drooping without and the Atlantic discards her gray robe for a blue one, matching that of the Pacific. The sunshine follows, and when the oceans have passed through the canal and come to the seated figure of the exposition, the sun dances. The procession then forms, marches and masses about the Exposition, in a final tableau. Then follows a dance between the Seniors and Juniors, the roses and the lilies. The Juniors present the Seniors to the Alumnae, who are waiting to receive them. The Epilogue is read. ^pUoigu* These are your daughters. Friends: She was no sweeter, Girlish Persephone, Dear to Demeter. Even so you love them; They are like flowers, Bright their school hours, Here by the waters, Blue heavens above them. Yonder, the blue sea. Love them the more, pray, For this our out-door day. (§axbm ^ottg Sing one and all within our garden, By sentinels of palm and pine, Beneath our eucalyptus warden, Our beacon and our sign. Campus-and court and study-arbor, Low, classic walls and chapel dim; Sun-golden breezes from the harbor Mingle with the morning hymn. Lily and rose and vine, sweet rover, Poppies and classes by the bay; Four years of school are quickly over, Like the bird's flight and away. More than our lessons we were learning By canyon deep and white arcade, Our thoughts shall oft be backward turning To these old friendships made. Then sing to all our school and classes, Juniors Give our Seniors each the cheer, sing alone. As she from Alma Mater passes; We shall follow them next year. As alumnae, may they ever Workers in the wide world be, Failing in their service never, Stronger for this memory. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS Hil 018 602 685 8 w