Berkeley High School - Olla Podrida Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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Berkley iftgf) cfjool Krroemher, 1910

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©Ha JJatoitot v.c VOL. XXIV NOVEMBER, 1910 No. 3 Nothin to Do A small boy leaned on the front gate and looked longingly up and down the dusty road. The elms swung lazily in the fresh morning breeze and the rustle of their leaves was the only sound that broke the calm summer serenity, except the distant crackle of something that might be either a locust or a mowing machine. Though it was the perfection of peace, the small boy ' s soul w r as by no means attuned to his surroundings. He looked bored and miserable as he hung over the gate and ran his chubby fist through his mop of red hair. At sight of a yellow dog which crossed the road some distance away, he was sufficiently aroused to look lazily around for a stone to throw at the unoffending canine, but no stone presenting it- self, he had not the ambition to hunt for one, and the dog passed through a hile in a fence without a bombardment. The small boy yawned. Aw golly, he said, they ain ' t nothin ' to do. The next instant he leaped into the air with a shrill and startled Ouch! and clapped his hands to the seat of his patched blue overalls. A bee, by crickety! he exclaimed, and turned to look for the insect. Something struck a picket in the fence with a resounding whack. Then the small boy knew, and he dashed for the protection of the well-house. As he neared it, some- thing whacked loudly against the planks. Cautiously then the touseled head appeared above the well-house, and at last an accusing finger was pointed at the hedge by the barn. 3