Garfield Junior High School - Gleaner Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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CHRISTMAS 1932 - Garfield Junior High School, Berkeleif, California 5 3n Eememfarance Hark — ivhat say they} — rumored fears and sighs, And bended heads and whispering and tears; Grave news has come to silence mirth and joy, And shoiv a glimpse of God ' s inevitable; To teach gay youth a lesson all must learn — Life ' s quiet ceasing in the arms of death. That tranquil rest, ere noontide ' s glotc was past. Has laid its peaceful hand upon the heart Of one we know, and rev ' rence, and respect. Our teacher, with a constancy serene. Has crossed the Great Divide, to meet the King. Lament and weep, that nevermore our eyes Shall light, in daily pleasure at the sight Of one who guided us, and ivas our friend. Oh, mourn the early loss of one we loved, But, through your tears, forget not gratitude That ive have happy memories of her. The e ' er-recurring thoughts, of pleasant days That are forever gone, yet ever nigh. Locked in your mem ' ry ' s golden treasury. Lament, and yet be glad that painlessly, In perfect peace, she left our ivorld of strife; Rejoice, that she has triumphed o ' er the grave. And now she liveth, more abundantly — Oh, shout triumphal anthems for she lives! — Frances Colby, High Nine. PRINCIPAL ' S MESSAGE ! With the opening of the new semester there will be missing at Garfield the faces of one hundred seventy-three boys and girls who are now our most prominent and act ive members. They will have taken the upward step that will place them in the ranks of the alumni, and will bring that great body of enterprising and capable young men and women to a grand total of four thousand seven hundred eighty-nine. Our Garfield family is never too large to prevent our taking a deep interest in the welfare of our former students. We bid Godspeed to our graduates of December, 1932. You have been a co-operative, ambitious, satisfactory class. May the happy holiday season which follows your Garfield graduation be an introduction to a happy life of wholesome accomplishment, service and satisfaction. — D. L. Hennessey. MESSAGE FROM G. S. A. PRESIDENT For the past semester I have had the honor of being President of the Garfield Student Association, that splendid organization which has helped to make Garfield the well-conducted school it is today. It has been a great privilege to serve the school in this capacity, and I sincerely express thanks to the teachers and students for th ir whole-hearted cooperation. I believe that many worth while things have been accomplished, and I hope that my successor will find the position of G. S. A. President as pleasant and satis- factory as I have found it. To the next G. S. A. President I wish all the luck in the world. I know he will strive to do his best for Garfield. For the rest of the graduates as well as myself I regretfully say good- bye. Yet we are happy, for we have just completed another lap in that great race, in which we all secured a good start, and in which we are all winners. We will always look back with pleasure to the three happy years that we spent at Garfield. — Jack Willis. FACULTY Hennessey, D. L . Principal Cannon, Ma Belle Secretary Archer, Mrs. Kate w. Mossman, tdith L. Arendt, Marion, Counsellor XT 1 TVT ' l 1 ■ C Nealson, Willis 5j. Bagnall, Mrs. rranklin O NeiU, Mrs. Dorah D. Barry, Margaret Patton, Bessie Bellus, Mrs. Ruth Patton, Elizabeth Boehne, Fred Perry, H. D. Brubaker, Emma Piatt, Mrs. Mona Skinner Brush, Charlotte Riley, Irma Collar, Gladys Rushrorth, Robert Corley, Harold P. Russ, Mrs. Helen, Counselor Davis, Mrs. Dorothy Smith, Mrs. Iva Dyson, Mrs. Margaret Stout, Harriet Flanders, F. A. Whitney, Roslyn Mae rraser, Annie Mills whitten, Martha Gavin, Mrs. Isabel Wilkes, Mrs. tmma Gay, Adella tVT ' l trl Wilson, rlora Goode, Beatrice SPECIAL TEACHERS Gray, Mrs. Minna A XTT A CCTCT A XTTC ANU Abblb 1 Ars 1 S Groersema, Christine ■» • 1 T 1 Minzyk, John, Grover, Harriet Band and Orchestra T T 1 A 1 Hamsher, Alice Robinson, Mrs. Ida, Piano T T 1 C 1 Hughes, Samuel Foster, Georgia P., Nurse Kelton, Genevieve, Couttselor Fullerton, Mrs. Helen, Kidwell, Ruth Playground Director Kilkenny, Mrs. Myrtle DeWitt, Carlton, Kleeberger, Mrs. Helen Playgrouvd Director Laurens, Helen Menefee, Mrs. Dolly P., Leland, S. J. Cafeteria Manager Lowrey, Mary Pettit, Mrs. Bessie L., Matron Mally, Alfreda D ' Olivera, Antone, Head Custodian Martin, Helen Souza, Joseph, Custodian Montagne, Mrs. Alberta E. Odom, Joseph, Custodian Morse, Blanche Hoag, Jack, Custodian THE DADS ' CLUB AND THE P.-T. A. The Dads ' Club have had a very successful year. October four- teenth they gave a dance in the cafeteria and had some refreshments. The Parent-Teacher Association entertained The Dads ' Club November ninth. Also there was the school orchestra, A Capella Club, and the Boys ' Glee Club. The Dads ' Club gave a theatre party November third and fourth at the United Artists. The name of the play was " The Cabin in the Cot- ton. " It was a success and the proceeds went for a payment on the bleach- ers. The officers of the club are Mr. Sandner, President; Mr. Ray, Vice- President; Mr. Williams, Secretary. The P.-T. A. has always been a dependable and helpful organization. This term its numerous activities have aided the school more than ever. The booth which they had on Library Day was very profitable. The Stu- dent Aid Fund has increased a great deal and many of the needy have been helped. The meetings have been carried on by the officers, who have served ably. The volley ball teams were given a bean feed by them which was enjoyed by all those present. An entertaining party was the closing event of a very full term. The students wish to thank the P.-T. A. for their assistance and helpfulness in making Garfield a better school. — LaVerne Burgess, High Nine. Adams, Velma Agathos, Frank Ammerman, Lois Ammonette, K. Anderson, Helen Andrews, Russell Aver, rilmon Bailey, Peggy Baird. David ' ' ' " ' " " ' ' ' ■ ' - =i- - -i Barnett, Jack Battle, Bob Becker, Richard Bickmore, Marian Bofinger, June Bolsiad, Herbert Bovd, William Biodrick, Jack Brodie, Earl Brown, Alice Browning, Darrell Bunte, Albert Burgess, Laverne Caldwell, Richard Carroll, Elizabeth Chambers, Lindsay Clymer, Frank Coates, Howard Colby, Frances Cooley, Evelyn Corbett, John Corey, Catherine Crum, Phvllis a ' f Mm A 1 E mar, armfcrT Currier, Betty Dalrymple, Mclver Dam, Francis Damon, Helen Darrah, Jack " Davenport, Frank Davenport, Gordon Davies, Arthur Dewey, Haddee Doty, Audrey Drew, Georgene DuFord, Allen Duncan, Louise Dunn, Florence Duttle, Robert Ebey, Kathryn Ilk J)i 14-1 Finkeldey, Alberta Folwell, William Fontenrose, John Ford, Leonard Foreman, Janet Foster, Donald Freborn, Alan Fujioka, Shund o Garner, James Gatewood, Mary Ann Gerling, Virgini G jolding, John Goodale, Tom Graham, Dorothy Graham, Olive Green, Barbara Hageman, Lillian Hamilton, Harrold Hansson, Louis Healy, Raymond in ■ ' , Hendrickson, Dean Henkel, Vivian Hickman, Doane Hinckley, Isabel i Hink, Helen Hostrup, Millicent Howard, John Howell, Brandon Huge!, Bennie Hunter, Carl Irving, Edward Jenkins, Jane Ran ar- f Jensen, Anna Johannessen, Elma Johns, Harold Johns, Winsor " s« Johnson,, William Johnson, Luella Johnson, Phyllis Jones, Barbara 1 Jones, Kathryn Karcher, Barbara Kelly, Corrine Kerner, Rose Kinzel, Edward Kitley, Dorothea Koford, Otto Kondo, Fumiko 2 . i Korhonen, Mayola Kramer, Margaret Larmour, Dorothy Lawrence, George Lee, Joel Leigh, Marjorie Lilly, Jane Lindsey, James Lisherness, John Malmgren, Jane Marshall, NeiU Mayer, Francis McConnell, Douglas McCulloch, Elsie McDonald, Erma Ruth McKee, Hazel McPherson, Evan Mecorney, John Merrill, Warren Merritt, John Mitchell, Clifford Monroe, Helen Montgomery, Mary Morton, Don Moses, Ruth Mugglestone, Bernard Mulholland, Marian Myatt, Albert Nelson, William Neyhart, Stanley Nordby, Burton Oda, Haruko Pauli, Tom Pepper, Barbara Peterson, Robert Phillis, Dorothy Pollock, Mary Potter, Rhoda Poppe, Peggy Ruth Potts, Harvey Prosscr, Edward Richards, Tressa Rodriguez, Leslie Sandner, Lois Sandow, Frank Saunders, Jack Saunders, William Sawyer, Gordon Scheibner, George Schuster, Heinie Sea, Muriel Seeburger, William Shane, Charles Sisterna, Arthur Slater, Jack Somers, Jean Stahl, Mildred Sthar, William Stoeckle, Edward Stuart, Odette Sturgeon, Ellsworth Swannell, Betty Thrall, Don Umberger, Dan .J Ilk M - Vickery, Arthur Wall, Sharman Watson, William Wagy, Jeanne Waller, Douglas Westphal, Mary White, Bob Whitehead, Mary 0 Whitlock, Nancy Williams, Betty Willis, Jack ' Wilson, Carl Wind, Marjorie Wisecarver, Phyllis Wiser, Gordon Zurilgen, Lois EDITORIAL " You CAN DO it! " what an inspiration those four words can be! They welcomed and challenged one hundred sixty young people to a new life, three years ago. We were surrounded by new things; new studies, teachers, new friends, and activities, new temptations, opportunities, and freedom. And we set out to master this environment. We had the example of the older students, holding offices, fulfilling responsibilities. They had done it. So could we! The faculty guided and encouraged us. New honors chal- lenged. Activities beckoned. The overcoming of temptations and obstacles strengthened us. " You can do it! " And we did! Today, we look forward to the future, wondering what it will be, away from Garfield. It will be just what we make it! When we bid farewell to these happy days, let us look forward, not with fear, but faith. Face life buoyantly. Fight your battles bravely. Faith, courage, and the will to win are heritages of youth, and they are yours. Keep pure and unsullied the standards and ideals which you defend. God will help and reward you. May the memory of Garfield and those who trust in you help to spur you on. Go forth. Dare, and achieve! " You can do it! " — The Editor. SENIOROSCOPE NAME IDIOSYNCRASY AMBITION " DESTINY Mrs. Kilkenny .... Honor Society .... Get some Latin into Keeping Bob Petersson our heads quiet Helen Anderson .... Did I burn? To travel To go through Berk. Hi. W ' ilmon Aver .... Supporting Hoover . . . Marine engineer .... Plumber ' s assistant Richard Becker .... Collecting pansies . . . Chief water boy .... Author of love stories Jack Brodrick .... Honor Society .... Giant in circus .... Champion wrestler Albert Bunte Bullying Jack Howard . . Fuller Brush man . . . Cell 39 LaVerne Burgess .... Wilmon Ayer .... Chew gum in school . . ? ? ? ? Mclver Dalrymple . . . Visiting Mrs. Smith . . . Sailor Cabin boy Frank Davenport . . . Second Lothario? . . . Bathing suit designer . . Xapa Georgene Drew .... Copying words of recent songs Jean Harlow Manicurist Florence Dunn .... Volley ball Girls ' coach Doll designer Leonard Ford Olive Graham .... Marry Olive Graham . . Marry Anna Jensen Donald Foster .... Big bass viol Sing soprano Posing for Sun Tan ads Tom Goodale Large mental capacity . . Electrical engineer . . . Opera singer? Olive Graham .... George Lawrence . . . Mrs. Lawrence .... Second Clara Baw Lois Hansson Talking in class .... ???? Don ' t ask us. Isabel Hinckley .... Studying Secretary Model wife Brandon Howell .... Handball Scientist Second Frankenstein Phyllis Johnson .... Laughing Wife Old maid Bill Johnson Studying Latin .... Bootlegger Federal agent Barbara Jones You old meanie! .... Marry a millionaire . . . Go through college Dorothea Kitley .... Big lips ...... Nurse Housewife Joel Lee I ' m shy Write second-rate novels . Seventh heaven John Lisherness .... Blowing bubbles .... Farmer Professional tramp Bob Mallary Leading jazz band . . . Hobo Second Paderewski John Mecorney .... Talking to girls .... Baseball player .... Censored Helen Monroe .... Keeping in the background None The same Mary Montgomery . . . Gosh! I don ' know . . . Unknown Scout Executive Donald Morton .... Red hair Mechanic Second James Cagney Alfred Myatt Perfect attendance . . . Second Laddie Gray . . . Second Jack Delanej ' Stanley Neyhart .... Anything in school afiairs . Second Bing Crosby . . . Politician Burton Nordby .... Shaving ...... Gigolo The missing link Barbara Pepper .... Falling down Commercial artist . . . Fanatic trip to Mars Tressa Richards .... Her name Algebra coach .... High tenth grade Lois Sandner Staying after school . . . Reformer Solid citizen Heinie Schuster .... His brilliance Gangster Lounge lizard Ellsworth Sturgeon . . . Spanish Making faces for Big Ben Clock Co. . . Should we tell? Betty Swannell .... Her dignity Lawyer Crooked politician Jean " agy Good gravy! Movie actres: Concealed Nancy Whitlock . . . Social affairs Get somewhere .... President Honor Society Jack Willis Tap dancing President U. S Janitor, " ' ' " hite House George Scheibner . . . Why? Second Yehudi Menhuhin . Street cleaner Miss Laurens Losing her boat .... To keep Corey from " No thanks, Corey, eating candy .... I won ' t have any. " Peggy Bailey Roosevelt Phi Beta Kappa .... Quien sabe? June Bofinger .... Posing A handsome man . . . Housewife Darrell Browning . . . Courtesy? Barrel manufacturer . . Barrel Lindsay Chambers . . . Shyness? Hermit Man-about town Howard Coates .... Filching lessons .... Cop Sing-Sing John Corbett . . . Blushing June Sousa II Catherine Corey .... Continuous eating . . . " A " for the day .... Candy tester Francis Dam Short pants Big " " E " man Janitor at " Cal " Gordon Davenport . . . Silence ? ? ? Nut factory Peanut vendor Alan Du Ford .... Axle grease on hair . . . Valentino II Detention Alan Freeborn .... Scratching head .... Ma Honey U.S. Treasurer Virginia Gerling .... Permanents Beauty expert .... Manicurist Harrold Hamilton . . . Drumming on desk ... To sleep Gent, of leisure Dean Hendrickson . . . Chewing nails .... Jelly bean factory . . . Algebra class Vivian Henkle .... " Miss Cannon wants me " . Business woman .... 8 lovely children Helen Hink That oboe voice .... Xurse Debutante? John Howard .... Hate for girls Mary Ann Gatewood . . Flagpole Harold Johns Stage fright Kreiser II Lion tamer NAME IDIOSYNCRASY AMBITION DESTINY Ed Kinzel Mrs. Smith Radio crooner v- lco ivorora .... Grocer Peggy Kramer . . A conductress IMtll jUi IC Lcign . . . Pestering people .... Teacher of Shelter . . iC ru ua L l-3mpc 1 1 r M c -3 7 JuitlCo lllUoay • « • c ■ I r»t " r 1 1 1 ir t ' ' itn 1 (JULUail Cd JLUllI .... ' fiin c 1 1 r Elsie McCulloch . Respected Rej ublican The dumb dame Grocer Ruth Moses .... " Gosh, how I hate S. " . Joel Marion MulhoUand . Librarian Harvy Potts .... Football star Warming the bench Leslie Rodriquez . Preparing all lessons Ingagi Bill Saunders .... Chewing gum .... " A ' ' in French .... More gum Bill Seeburger " I ' m a traffic cop " To fool the public Barnum 2nd Bud Sisterna .... " I ' m not Arthur " Butter ' n ' egg man . Sharman Wall Champ hog caller Mary Westpahl . A date with X . . . . Date with Y-Y Marjorie Wind Rolling her orbs .... Matrimony Matrimony Miss Brubaker Peter and Algebra Permanent wave Russell Andrews . In good with Miss Eraser Dough stacker in bakery Bob Battle .... Fighting with Bob White . Racketeer Earl Brodie .... Gangster Elizabeth Carroll Dyspepsia Frances Colby Nose and English Mother Goose writer Arthur Davies " Can I see your Latin? " News reel photographer False teeth adjuster Haddee Dewey Kindergarten teacher Kathryn Ebey Traveler Fuller Brush man BillFolwell . . . . Getting Bob to do Algebra Miss Collins ' assistant Barbara Green Horse trainer Manufacturer, toy horses Carl Hunter .... Black sweater .... Artist Cartoonist Jane Jenkins .... Parting eyebrow .... Shoe salesman Kathryn Jones Horse doctor Luella Johnson Candy salesman .... Garfield candy cage Corinne Kelly " Done your Spanish? " . Spanish teacher .... Miss Whitney ' s pest rt t c IV f n tf t " ivusc rvciiici t . • . A in t " 1 1 m r 1 t n f • iv lliLUlllUililX • • • L laiio wrecKcr " Nliclty ' A VI3tTlY A t " 3tlcr tr» Laiib iii A rc i1 " n cnf fT 1 ni nt ct " . IVii . JIlllLll jllCLU V, UC L. ) JJlllg V lUbUy 11 • • • . Linos n x nuy announcer 1 1 A A 1 1 rv» o t An 1 4 lie IViilllll l Cll • . Freckle ' A f " c c U sllcrcLLC r— T -1 v 1 " K t o I LdZ-Cl iVlCIVCC • . . • -3 n 1 c n iVdUlU Liuuiicr .... Static XJClIlillU iVi UggiCd lUllC • . L ICSlUClll. LxkjKJvCl ... Fa rmer A 1 1 1 ! ■ m 11 1 ivi 1 1 IV 1 1 1 a 1 u Tom Pauli Circus tall man Bob Peterson .... Asthmatic paroxysms . Keyhole magnate Locksmith Rhoda Potter .... Everything in general Lady Macbeth .... Audrey Dorothy Phillis . Football Inventor of self washing dis h Dishwasher Edward Prosser . What was the assignment? Inkspot Frank Sandow Ticket seller Gordon Sawyer . Wide open spaces Real estate man Charles Shane In bad with Mrs. Dyson Hobo Bill Stahr . .... Peach fuzz picker Odette Stuart ■ Giggling Ironing clothes ' Don Thrill . Band Dan Umberger Squirrel bait Bob White .... Recite " Theophilus Thistle ' Try all his days Mary Whitehead Circle " 32 " Lois Zurilgen .... . Hair Go to college .... A Scrub Miss Eraser .... Identifications .... To meet Breasted or Historical heaven Velma Adams " I have to get my Latin " . To be a Latin teacher To speak pig-Latin Frank Agathos Forgetting solo-day . To be something .... A tight-rope walker Lois Ammerman . . Art . President, Old Maid Society David Baird .... His violin playing Bachelor Jack Barnett .... Getting a red face when To be a Senator .... Soap-box orator William Boyd . . . To be a football player . Bench warmer Herbert Bolstad . . " We want 100% in Senator " Gosh! what a brainstorm! " To be a scholar .... A substitute teacher NAME IDIOSYNCRASY AMBITION DESTINY Frank Clymer Drawing football diagrams in English ... Model husband Evelyn Cooley Sophie Tucker Phyllis Crum .... To get to Hollywood Reno Betty Currier .... Saying ' " Ple-e-e-e-ease " . A horse laugh (at the Up in the air Helen Damon wrong time .... Author of joke book Stn dent leader, reform school Jack Darragh Getting started Louise Duncan " Gum! Gum! " .... Art student John Fontenrose . F for the day .... Detention Janet Foreman " What ' ll Miss Fraser say? " To be a Follies Girl .■ ' -.■ . Napa James Garner .... Opera star . . .■ ■ ' . Street-corner singer Mary Ann Gatewood Athlete ' s foot .... To be an athlete . ; - ' . Blowing up balls Dorothy Graham . Rl 11 s n 1 n Tn Iparn Frpnf n ict srav in (i rnpirl 1. J 3Lay ill V I a L Jll 1 i Raymond Heally . Volley ball A4iss Eraser s pet .... FTpr npsf Bennie F ugel .... To Kp nn n sKPtnall fPAm in 1 rn sun X 1111 U O LI ly Elma Johansssen . Color of her hair To be a " woman with a Ingenue past ' ...... Barbara Karcher . That which isn ' t between pi ' To be in the movies . In the circus Dorothy Larmour Win at tit-tat-toe t .. . Lost weight trying Pansy Wiggling his ears 2nd Jerry Cruncher Digging things up Francis Mayer Teacher ' s pet . . , . . To crash a gate .... On the outside Evan McPherson Going to operas .... 2 6-mile runner .... Teacher To be good looking . Romantic error French model .... Somebody ' s Stenog Peggy Ruth Poppe . To learn to sing .... Church choir Jack Saunders Why worry? " I have no idiosyncrasy " A French teacher Speaking English Jean Somers .... Football games .... Billy Boy Billy Boy Mildred Stahl . . . No certain thing .... Lead Camp Fire Group Follower " Want some gum? " Always chewing Bill Watson .... Bank clerk Phyllis Wisecarver . Singing teacher To quiet Douglas McConnell To shoot aforementioned person Adonis profile .... Divorcee Marian Bickmore Kindergarten teacher Richard Caldwell . . " Broadside " dispenser . Newspaper reporter . Musician Slumbrous eyes ... Circe or somepin ' Washerwoman Alberta Finkeldey Pug nose . . . ' - i ' . . Grave Shundo Fujioka . Seeker of knowledge Success John Golding . ■ . . Gals •.. Cutting school . . . - Detention Lillian Hageman . . ' . History ....... Music teacher Doane Hickman . . Pee Wee champion Edward Irving . .. . W. Huntington, Esq. Big silent man Dimpled knees . . . . Bathing beauty .... Deep sea bass Winsor Johns . . . Dunce cap Fumiko Kondo . Shy ! ! ! Costume designer 15c store clerk Douglas McConnell . Train announcer Erma Ruth McDonald . Place to match hair Warren, Merrill . . Mathematician .... Author William Nelson . . . • Legs Spring dancer . Shy ! ! ! Success Bacon grease Arthur Vickery . Why go into that? Douglas Weller . Chief manufacturer of left Mourning dove handed doves ' nests . Betty Williams . . . A crooked toe . . . . Golf champion .... Caddy Carl Wilson .... Al Capone II Gordon Wiser . Bashful? Housewife To get rid of ' em Keep ' em THE HIGH NINE HONOR SOCIETY Of the one hundred seventy-six graduates of December, 1932, fifty -seven are members this semester of the Honor Society. This is an un- usually high percentage. There are many others who were members of the Honor Society in Seventh and Eighth Grades, but succumbed to the dragon Algebra when in t he Low Ninth. Probably several of those will find themselves again on the Honor Roll at the close of this term. We hope so. A star is given to a student for each semester he is a member of the Honor Society. As Low Sevens are not eligible, five stars is the greatest number that can be given. The following is our High Nine Honor Roll: FIVE STARS Lois Ammerman, Peggy Bailey, June Bofinger, Jack Brodeick, Frank Clymer, Frances Colby, Betty Currier, Haddee Dewey, Janet Foreman, Mary Ann Gatewood, Brandon Howell, Phyllis Johnson, Kathryn Jones, Mayola Korhonen, Peggy Kramer, Dorothy Larmour, Douglas McCon- nell, Elsie McCulloch, Erma Ruth McDonald, Hazel McKee, Ruth Moses, Harukoda, Lois Sandner, Nancy Whitlock, Marjorie Wind, Lois Zurilgen. FOUR STARS Kay Ammonette, Jack Barnett, LaVerne Burgess, Robert Duttle, Olive Graham, Jane Malmgren, Warren Merrill, Robert Petersen, Mildred Stahl, Lillian Hageman. THREE STARS Howard Coates, Georgene Drew, Florence Dunn, Helen Hink, Marian MulhoUand, Alfred Myatt. TWO STARS Herbert Bolstad, Leonard Ford, Isabel Hinckley, Jane Jenkins, Luella Johnson, Fumiko Kondo, Edward Prosser, Odette Stuart. ONE STAR Russell Andrews, Kathryn Ebey, John Fontenrose, Rhoda Potter, George Scheibner, Jean Somers, William Stahr, Mary Westphal. THE HIGH NINE HONOR SOCIETY BANQUET On the evening of November tenth a very successful and en- joyable banquet was given for the High Nine members of the Honor So- ciety. It began at six-thirty with a turkey dinner, during which the dance orchestra and their soloist entertained the diners. After the dinner a num- ber of former Garfield students were introduced and several made speeches. Mr. MacDonald, the father of the G. S. A. Secretary, spoke also. Then a skit and a short play were given. The skit was composed of imitations of some of the teachers, one of which was an imitation of Mr. Hennessey given by Brandon Howell. While the tables were being removed to permit danc- ing the guests were taken to the auditorium to see the pictures taken on Library Day. They then returned to the cafeteria where dancing was en- joyed for the rest of the evening. — Olive Graham, High Nine. G. S. A. OFFICERS— HONOR SOCIETY OFFICERS Jack ' % " }LLIS President Naxcy ' hitlock. Social Secretary Ruth Jones Vice-President Mary Ann Gatevood Girls ' Athletic Manager Erma Ruth McDonald Secretary Bob Mallary Boys ' Athletic Manager Bob Doane Lou- Eight Director Mary Lou Bailey Catherine Cobb Vice-President High Eight Director GLEANER STAFF Editor-in-Chief — Frances Colby Assistants — Erma Ruth McDonald, Elsie McCulloch, Ellsworth Sturgeon, Haddee Dewey, Morgan Saylor, Frederick Kiddor. Literary Editor — Jane Malmgren Assistants — Brandon Howell, Haruka Oda, Douglas Weller, Lucille Dickson, Lois Sandner, Wilfred Kincaid, Dorothy Larmour, Douglas Forde, Elinor McCleer, Marvis Camp- bell. Poetry Editor — Iva Dee Hiatt Assistants — Joel Lee, Richard Fiemp, Lilian Hennessey, Rose Kerner, Noel Dill. Joke Editor — Alan Raftery Assistants — Mary Westphal, Bill Brock, Corii " " " ch Moses. Business Manager- -fel-t bertolerc Assistants — Frank Clymer, Tom Banning, " Wmiam Watson, JJean :itone, Gregory Hof- meister, William Rothlin, Loren Caflfee. Advertising Manager — Stanley Neyhart Assistants — John Montgomery, Warren Hink, William Rogers. Art Editor — Hazel McKee Assistants — Evelyn Hosmer, Walter Swedberg, Lois Ammerman, Barbara Pepper, Fumiko Kondo, Dan Umberger. Photography Assistant — Otto Koford. King Sun ' s lAnnouncement The king of the sky sends heralds forth, To announce his coming each morn. First come the servants in blue, ivhite and gray, To tell us the new day is born. Then come the fine ladies in rose, pink and gold Their skirts trailing out o ' er the sky. They seem so fine, with their rainboiv-hued goivns. Those beautiful ladies on high. Next come the king ' s private messengers. They ' re the sunbeams in yellow and gold. Then comes the king of the sky himself. The sun in all glory! Behold! — Betty Lou Howard, Low Eight. JINX A GROUP OF AIRPLANES Circled the airport. On the ground sat James Wilson, U. S. Army. He was speaking to a captain nearby about the beautiful precision of the manoeuvers of a cer- tain biplane. He said, " Say, Captain, I think I ' ll take that ship up tomor- row; I sure like the way it handles. " " I agree with you, Wilson, " was the rep ly, " her performance is mar- velous, but perhaps you should know she is a jinx ship; every man who flies her dies within a year. " " All foolish superstition, " returned Wilson, " I ' m going to take old X-13 up tomorrow. " " Have your own way, I ' ll not interfere, " answered the captain, " but I think it ' s a jinx and yet, have your own way. " So next day Wilson took up the X-13 as he had planned, and he was delighted with her performance. When he came down, he sought out the captain and said to him, " Say, captain, that ship may be a jinx, but it flies better than anything I ever saw and I ' m going to keep on flying her. " " Ah, but she ' ll get you in the end — that ' s her motto, you know, I always kill my flier. ' " " Enough of such foolishness! Really you get on my nerves, " said the irritated Wilson. " Get on your nerves? Well, it may, " replied his companion " but to change the subject, how do you like that new gas we ' re using? " " Fine, " was the very bored answer. Then one day he (Wilson) had a change of heart. His nerve was shat- tered. He feared the plane that had been his favorite, and he was in a ter- rible state of apprehension and fear. In fact, he even quit the air corps of which he had been a very enthusi- astic member. His nerve was completely shattered and he shunned any- thing with any risk to it. It was all because of that jinx ship. But, after ten months in this condition, he decided that if he was going to die, he was going to die, and once more joined the Air Force. He even went back to his old plane, the X-13. Then one day while he was warming up his deadly craft, she began to miss, and then backfire. " Just cold, " he said to himself, and gave her the gun. Wilson flew high that day; higher than usual. At a great height, his motor sputtered and then died. He thought of the jinx. Suddenly, the captain ' s voice came through the radio, " Your ship is on fire; take to your chute. " Wilson made all haste to do just that, but in his frantic thaste he pulled the ring too soon, and his chute caught in the tail surfaces of his plane. He shrieked in agony. So died the only man who ever flew this jinx and lived a year, and he Hved just three hundred sixty-six days. — Loren Caffee, Low Nine. {NO SHANGHAI DURING THE WAR Shanghai is divided into four main sections, the International settle- ment, the Chinese city, and Chapei. We were refugees in the French settlement within a mile and a half of the firing line. One night a bomb landed on the street on which we lived, but we were not in as much danger as one might think, for Japan knew if they started fighting in the International settlement the other countries of the world would be involved. The rattle of machine guns, the rumble of cannon reached our ears as we sat in the evening reading the newspaper or wondering what would happen next. Hundreds upon hundreds of the Chinese that lived in Chapei were fleeing into the International settlement for safety. The streets were thronged with people using all modes of travel, conveying them and their few belongings to safety. At ten o ' clock a curfew blew. Anyone found in the streets after that hour spent the night in jail. Every night for a solid month we could hear the bombs, shells, and machine guns, while every once in a while a French tank or armored car would go by our door with guns bristling patroling the streets of the French settlement. The ruin caused by the war was terrible, but that is another story. — David L. Weeks, Low Eight. T)ajfodil Deep in the woodland glade, Close by a rill, Sheltered in darkest shade. Blooms daffodil. Doom to Persephone Plucked she your bloom, Tool of Fate ' s destiny Lured by perfume. — Betty Stearns, Low Nine. A WILD RIDE Late one Saturday afternoon, on the fourth floor of a large de- partment store in New York City, a certain Miss Sophronia Jessup, amid throngs of pushing customers, suddenly happened to look at the store clock and found, to her dismay, that it was four-thirty. She remembered, still more to her consternation, that by five o ' clock she was expected to be at a hospital several miles distant to visit a sick friend. Since visiting hours closed at five, she hastily gathered up her purchases and quickly made her way to the elevators, only to see the top of one, downward bound, just disappearing. While she was waiting, another one passed, full to its capa- city, and not stopping to open its doors. In another minute, a white light twinkled down at the other end of the long row. She hurried to this and was about to step in when she heard the elevator starter say, " Going up; going up. " Her third attempt in getting an elevator, however, was suc- cessful. Down to the first floor in the crowded elevator, she rode, and you may be sure Miss Sophronia was the first to alight. By sheer force she man- aged to elbow her way through the throng of shoppers and squirm out the front door. She immediately summoned a taxi and her words to the driver were: " To Francis Hospital. Be quick, my man; most urgent. " (Miss So- phronia always spoke in sharp, jerky phrases.) And then the long re- membered ride began. Up and down hills and through tunnels, the cab raced, until a loud siren sounded directly behind them, and, in a second, a motorcycle, bearing an officer of the law, drew up beside them. " Shure an it ' s like a race horse you ' re goin ' . Why the speed, me man? " asked a huge, burly Irish policeman. " Oh, " said the driver, " I gotta very sick lady in the car here. I ' m atakin ' her to the hospital. " " Oh, well, ef thot be the case, nobody kin ever say Dan O ' Mera hin- dered any sick person from bem ' took to the hospital. Come along, then; let ' s git goin ' . " They started on their way again, going at a more terrific speed than before, the car careening so at times that it was nothing short of a miracle that it didn ' t turn over. Finally, Miss Sophronia in her fright, began to bang on the window which separated the driver ' s seat from the back seat, trying frantically to ask the driver what in the world the policeman was doing, going in front of them and blowing the siren, and why they were going so fast, ' ' hen the driver did loo back in answer to these frantic gesticulations, all he saw was a white, agonized face which spurred him on to increased speed. It was then that Miss Sophronia became hysterical and famted. W hen they reached the hospital, going straight to the emergency en- trance, attendants rushed Miss Sophronia up to the operating room where she recovered from her famt. She had a difficult time explaining that she came only to visit a friend. — Patricia J. Parrish, High Seven. Christopher Columbus I fonihJ bhu !u the street one night, A-shiv ' rin u ith the cold; I took him home and gai e him food , And hou nn nia did scold. She said he u eren ' t no decent dog, An ' so full o ' dirt and fleas, An ' Pa said he was doggone sure He had some queer disease. But finally , they both agreed That he could lit e u ith us; Noic sis, she got so blazin ' mad, She raised an auful fuss. But J just laughed at her, you see, I didn ' t care a cent, 1 kneu the pup uas safe, because whatever Pa said uent. I named him for Columbus, And called Ifim " Chris, " for short — Sis u anted it poetical — didn ' t like that sort. Pa grew to be quite fond o ' him, Ma loved him on the sly; Sis showed him off to all her friends, While pride glowed in her eye. One day he gamboled on the tracks, A train came whizzin ' past; I screamed to him in terror, But poor ' ' Chris " had breathed his last! Sis locked the door of her bedroom, And her eyes ivere red, that night; Pa couldn ' t read his paper, And complained of the awful light. Ma cried ivhile gettin ' supper. The smoke was fierce, she said. But I missed him more ' n they did, ' Cause he slept with me in bed. — Jane Malmgren, High Nine. MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY— " GOOD-BYE " I TRACE MY ANCESTRY back to the English, As a matter of fact, I was hving when the Mayflower sailed. You human beings who boast of having ancestors who came over on it have nothing on me. I came over on it my- self. When I was a boy, I didn ' t like my long name, " God-be-with-you, " so I shortened it to " Good-bye. " Much better, don ' t you think? My father and mother, " Fare-well " and " Adieu, " came from fine blood. Although I am used generally now, I was known by my old name until I was nearly a young man. My mother, " Adieu " descended from the French. My father, " Fare- well, " descended from the Anglo-Saxon. He used to have another name like mine only it was " Fare-you-well, " which means " go-you-well, " but he, like me, changed it. I guess it runs in the family. I think I shaU have to change my name again, or name my son, " So Long, " " See-you-later, " " Toodle-loo, " or some one of these slang names by which you call me. This would be a disgrace to my family, as we have permitted only good blood to enter it, and I fear this would mar our good record. I would rather be called by my old name, " God-be-with-you, " than any of the afore mentioned names. Take pity on a poor, abused, word! — Mary E. Rieber, Loic Nine. spring in the Embryo Feathery green tree, Background against the dijfident blue of the sky. Plebeian sparroivs chirp coarsely. A sprig of greenery pokes shy around the red brick luall, Clothing the soft red brick, Looping loosely around it. And entwines it, lovingly. The air hums absently, Considering abstract problems. A bird of doubtful origin and dusty, bedraggled feathers, Lights upon a telephone wire. Another darts beside him; They chat sociably. Then fly erratically aiuay. The air hums, Takes to itself rare perfume. Becomes laden ivith nectar, drugged with incense. The sun ivarms everything — . — Joel Lee, High Nine. NEVER AGAIN " Say, have you ever ridden in an aeroplane, Gertie? No? Well, take my advice and don ' t do it! Why, it ' s worth your life, such as it is. I went for a ride in one of those infernal bird affairs yesterday morning and have just now gotten up. I thought I would collapse if I dared to trust myself on my feet even for one minute. When we were over the lake I walked up to our pilot. I asked him what would happen if something went wrong in the engine. He said to me, ' Lady, we ' d never hear of you again. ' And then he said. And if a wing should fall off, you ' d never live to see my beaming countenance again. ' Then he made an awful grimace at me and told me to ' go sit down, ' I might fall out of the window! Imagine! Speak- ing to me like that! After that he proceeded to do a lot of summersaults with that bird of his. I was on the floor on my face half of the time! See my nose? It ' s all black and blue. What a man! " — Phyllis Wisecarver, High Nine. THE MAN WITH THE BLACK SATCHEL Edward C. Johnson was spending a week with his uncle, Mr. John J. Brinkwater, at his home in Fairview Highlands. Ed walked down the stairs toward the garden, but he stopped before he was halfway down. He heard a man say, " Be sure not to let any one know about this. Remember to be here at 9 : i 5 o ' clock this evening. Mr. Brinkwater will not be here then. " He then saw a mysterious man with a black satchel leave the grounds. When he saw his uncle alone the next time, he told him what he had heard and seen. " Well, it looks like someone is planning to rob us, " said Mr. Brink- water, " but I never would have thought that Henry would do such a thing. " Ed commented, " Do you think we can go to the Brown ' s and then come back and catch the robber in the act? " " My friend, Mr. Burns, the detective, may be able to help us in this. " That evening they went ot the Brown ' s house, but they did not stay. They and Mr. Burns went to the house next door to Mr. Brinkwater ' s house. They waited till they were very weary. Finally, the butler came out of the door and looked around. He then signaled to the man with the black satchel who went into the house. Later, Mr. Burns, Ed, and his uncle quietly went into the house. As they went up the stairs they heard a bang — the sound of a heavy piece of metal falling on the floor. Mr. Burns, with gun drawn, stepped into the room. Mr. Brinkwater and Ed followed him. To their amazement the butler was standing by the door very much startled. The other man had just removed part of the floor heater and was reaching down into it. The black satchel was lying by his side with a crowbar, wrench, and several other tools in it. " How can you explain this? " demanded Mr. Brinkwater. " I — er — ah — well, it was this way. I dropped your favorite pipe in the floor heater. I didn ' t want you to know about it so I had the plumber come when you weren ' t here. " — Fred Wood, Low Nine. The " Brooklet Rushing and gushing down the glen , Swirling and twirling ' round tJoe bend, Singing and ringing o ' er roctiy rill, Wanders tloe brootdet, down tloe hill. Lying tJoere in a pool so still. Now hurrying, scurrying toiuards tJje mill, Then out in the sunshine, and past the mill. Wanders the brooldet, down the hill. — Betty Garges. Homeward " Bound The roaring brook rns oed madly, Doivn to the wide spread sea, It gurgled and gushed and leaped In seeming joyous glee. It reached the first line breakers And mingling in the foam It nestled in the curling crests, Where at last it found its home. — Jane Armitage, High Seven. BELIEVE IT OR NOT! Gone! Gone! The words raced through my brain hke a cyclone. With icy fingers I clutched the bed for support. My throat was dry; I almost choked. " They can ' t be, " the words stumbled out of my mouth and formed the sentence. Over and over again I repeated it while the real truth kept pounding in my head hke a hammer. Once more I glanced at the small, black, leather box, but only the smooth, white satin lining of the box greeted my searching eye. It was true! The fear that had seized me only five minutes before had given way to reality. The jewels were stolen! After regaining my composure I searched frantically in every nook and cranny in a vain attempt to recover the beautiful diamond necklace. The search was for naught! I could scarcely comprehend this astounding acknowledgement. I stumbled blindly out of the cabin to get a breath of fresh, salt air. The motion of the boat sickened me. I felt giddy. I swayed mechanically as I groped my way to the rail. A small, dark ob- ject darted across my path causing me to stumble. The catastrophe, which might have happened, didn ' t occur as a Mr. Randall, a passenger on the ship, passing by at the crucial moment, steadied my arm and aided me to regain my footing. Mr. Randall gallantly tipped his hat and pointedly smiled at me. I looked around to see what had caused the disturbance. To my astonishment I saw the retreating figure of my pet monkey, Jocket, disappear around a corner. I could not suppress a giggle as I recalled the timely appearance of my benefactor. Then I recalled his apparent joviality. Something mysterious lurked beneath his mask of friendliness. This little incident, unimportant as it was, brought me down to earth with a bang and left me with a mind clear for action. The next most logical thing to do was to confide in Captain Whalton, explain the entire situation, and take his advice as to the next step to recover my stolen jewels. Tremblingly I walked up the stairs and knocked on a door. Large gilded letters, forming the word Captain, stood in sharp contrast with the heavy oak door. In answer to my knock Captain Whalton admitted me to his office. Captain Whalton was a large, portly man, having iron gray hair and a moustache. His Irish blue eyes were shaded by gray, thick eyebrows. The impression was altogether favorable. After relating my complete story. Captain Whalton ' s face relaxed into a quizzical smile. " I shall certainly do my utmost to solve this most baffling mystery, " again his smile broadened. " Now this Mr. Randall is but an acquaintance of mine. I have never had any reason to mistrust him; however, he will be closely watched. I deem it advisable to let the matter be kept from the public until we have a more definite light on the situation. The remainder of today will be spent to good advantage by my detectives. I am quite sure that your jewels will soon be located. In the event that they are not, however, we shall be right on the job, " his blue eyes twinkled, his delightful smile spread across his face, lining it with merry wrinkles. Confident and hoping that my worries would soon be over, I returned to my cabin with a somewhat buoyant step. Opening the door, Icarelesslv glanced into the room. My face froze; then the ice broke. I cannot recall how long I stood in the doorway and laughed. Jocket was sitting on my dressing table coyly powdering her face and daintily fingering the beautiful diamond necklace around her neck. Elaine West, Low Nine. The " Butterfly As down the garden patio I strolled, I sail ' upon tloe wall, A little loome of fairy mould, Wloich lay, so still and small. So day by day I watched it th ere, Until at last I saw ' . Instead of ugly greyish ivalls, A thing to fill with awe! A butterfly with painted wings. Upon a leaf nearby. Had left the now deserted home. Out in the world to fly. — Marjorie Larmour, High Eight. " By the Sea By the shore of the sea at fiuilight, I long to sit on t oe sand. While softly approaching conies t je night, Bringing peace o ' er all t oe land. I hear the leaves as they sing to me, Stories of vikings bold. Whose sJjips once sailed upon tloe sea, In days tJjat ivere of old. Then as the tide conies slowly in. Beating its waves ' gainst tloe sloore. Something stirs me deep wit Join — An urge to sail once more. — Dorothy Price, High Eight. (NO A DESERT SCENE The sun is hot upon this scene of stillness; of quiet. It is early in the morning and there is a slight crispness in the air as the sun peeks over the mesa and illumines the painted landscape with its golden luster. A lone giant cactus looms against the yellow fringed sky like a tall monu- ment to the supreme stillness of the desert. The ground is rocky and here and there is dotted with sagebrush and other hardy plants. In the distance lies a range of barren purple colored mountains tipped by a crown of orange where the sun ' s rays strike. A sky of deep blue fading to yellow-orange at the horizon blends with the range. High up in the heavens floats a vulture, a gliding scavenger of the desert, never seeming to flap his white tipped wings. There is a faint rustling among the parched bushes and a little lizard, who had previously been sunning itself, scampers off into a murky crevice in the rocks among the bushes. Wafted softly by the morning air a song is brought to our ears. It is a cowboy song and sure enough a mounted figure is seen approaching and pouring out his soul in jolly tunes. We see him more clearly and notice the bright colors of his outfit. He wends his way onward and, turning, is soon lost to view but his song is still ringing in our ears. It is still haunting us as we turn thoughtf uly back to our cabin. In a few minutes all is again still on the desert. The sun rises higher, shortening the shadows and casting a glare on the surrounding landscape. Such is the desert; the always changing, rest- less scenery that strangely produces the opposite effect on all that gaze upon it. — Brandon Howell, High Nine. 1 Farewell, Old Year The bells are chiming twelve o ' clock, It is your death knell that we hear; And soon will come the New Year ' s knock, Faretuell, old year. Your life ' s been filled with woe and pain, More room for sorroiv than for cheer; You ' ve but a moment to remain, Farewell, old year. A new-born heir ivill take your place, Your time to die is drawing near. I see death written on your face. Farewell, old year. — Lilian Hennessey, High Eight. THE MYSTERY OF THE BELFRY One bleak, January day a traveler was passing through the deserted town of Dublin. Suddenly, the sound of a bell echoed through the morning air. The traveler, knowing no one lived within miles, vowed he wouldn ' t go from Dublin until he ' d discovered the answer to this baffling mystery. The traveler, Jerry MacDonald, went to what was once the town hall where he knew the bell was located. He could find no clue there so he de- cided to stay near the bell day and night. In the night, Jerry had an inspiration. He thought it was only the wind ringing the bell. Suddenly the bell began ringing. " The mystery is solved, " he cried as he rushed up the stairs to the belfry. On his way, he noted the wind was from the east, but much to his surprise, when he got to the belfry, the openings were on the north and south! In the afternoon when he went to the nearest town for food he in- quired for someone who could tell him about Dublin. The city council directed him to the mayor ' s house and told him to ask for the mayor ' s son, Richard. He found the mayor ' s house to be of colonial style. It was a roomy house and richly furnished. A few minutes after he had rung the bell he found, confronting him, a handsome boy about sixteen. The head butler, he thought. But no, he did not wear the butler ' s uniform. Then he must be Richard. Jerry explained that he wanted to know as much as possible about Dublin. Richard surprised him greatly when he said, " We ' ll go there now, and I ' ll explain things. " After a pause, he said, " You don ' t mind going in my fliver, do you? " " No, certainly not, " replied Jerry. In a few minutes they were on their way. Richard opened the con- versation with, " I used to go there every day to see if I could find the jewels. " " What jewels? Perhaps they have something to do with the mystery. " By this time they were jumping up the stairs of the belfry. " Listen, the bell ' s ringing, " ejaculated Jerry. " And look, " he con- tinued, as they got to the top of the stairs, " the bell is ringing the opposite way from the openings! " When the excitement was over, Richard began explaining: " My great-grandfather was mayor of Dublin in its height. One night his wife ' s jewels were stolen. They hunted and hunted, but they never found the jewels. Gradually the people of the village went elsewhere and my great-grandfather left, too, and that ' s the story. " Jerry said, " Thanks, " and then started swinging the bell back and forth. Suddenly something fell and four objects ran across the floor. " Rats, " exclaimed Richard, " I wonder what fell? " But Jerry wasted no time and by then he had seen the whole story. " Richard, come here. I guess your great-grandfather ' s jewels are found. The rats made a nest in the bell with them and covered them with straw. " " But how did they get the jewels? " asked Richard. " The rats took them, my boy. When they ran back and forth the bell rang. " So the " Mystery of the Belfry " was solved. — Elinor Skimmings, High Seven. Campfire The sparks from our fire Flew into the night, Up to the tops of the trees. And there weren ' t any stars In the sky that night, Not any stars but these. The sparks danced out Of our fire and bleiv Merrily all about To turn into stars When the moon is new And our hemlock fire is out. — Isabel Morrison, Low Eight. iAtitiimn Ride xhe wild ivind sings as lue ride by, Alone on the trail, my horse and 1. Above lis slopes a hillside steep. Below Its yawns a canyon deep. We canter briskly ' neath the trees. Then out again to greet the breeze That swirls the leaves doivn to the ground, As we pass on, with rust ' ling sound. We round a curve, we ' ve reached the plain — Then swiftly on, with loosened rein. The keen air tingles in my face. As now across the fields we race. Then slowing down into a lope We reach again the upward slope. Tho ' steep the climb, we gain the crest, I draw the rein and pause to rest. Far, far below the city lies; Its ivindows gleam ' neath sunset skies, The air grows chill, we must descend. Our way across the fields to wend. — Lilian Hennessey, High Eight. THE RESCUE The campfire cast shadows on the faces of the men, as they Hstened intently to the stories of Jim, the scout. A ringing shot broke the silence of the dark forest. This was followed by several more. The men jumped up quickly and covered their fire. Jim knew by the sound that the shots came from the place where old man Nel- son had moved his traps. The men crept quietly along the shadows, wading the river edge. To their dismay they saw in the clearing the cabin bursting into flames. They were too late. The Indians had set the fire and killed the old trapper. From one of the bushes near the edge of the river, they heard a muffled scream. There Jim found a little, thirteen-year-old girl crying. He lifted her gently in his arms and they rode with his comrades at a rapid pace. " I ' ll save you or I ' ll die, " Jim whispered to the frightened child. The Indians were pursuing them. They rode all that night. The next morning they could stop with safety, for the Indians had been left far behind. " No, certainly not, " replied Jerry. In a few minutes they were on their way. Richard opened the con- versation with, " I used to go there every day to see if I could find the jewels. " " What jewels? Perhaps they have something to do with the mystery. " By this time they were jumping up the stairs of the belfry. " Listen, the bell ' s ringing, " ejaculated Jerry. " And look, " he con- tinued, as they got to the top of the stairs, " the bell is ringing the opposite way from the openings! " When the excitement was over, Richard began explaining: " My great-grandfather was mayor of Dublin in its height. One night his wife ' s jewels were stolen. They hunted and hunted, but they never found the jewels. Gradually the people of the village went elsewhere and my great-grandfather left, too, and that ' s the story. " Jerry said, " Thanks, " and then started swinging the bell back and forth. Suddenly something fell and four objects ran across the floor. " Rats, " exclaimed Richard, " I wonder what fell? " But Jerry wasted no time and by then he had seen the whole story. " Richard, come here. I guess your great-grandfather ' s jewels are found. The rats made a nest in the bell with them and covered them with straw. " " But how did they get the jewels? " asked Richard. " The rats took them, my boy. When they ran back and forth the bell rang. " So the " Mystery of the Belfry " was solved. — Elinor Skimmings, High Seven. Ca?npfire The sparks from our fire Flew into the night, Up to the tops of the trees. And there ivereyiH any stars In the sky that night, Not any stars but these. The sparks danced out Of our fire and bleiu Merrily all about To turn into stars When the moon is new And our hemlock fire is out. — Isabel Morrison, Low Eight. tAutitmn Ride x ' ' he wild ivind sings as lue ride by. Alone on the trail, my horse and I. Above US slopes a hillside steep, Belong us yawns a canyon deep. We canter briskly ' neath the trees. Then out again to greet the breeze That swirls the leaves down to the ground, As we pass on, with rust ' ling sound. We round a curve, ive ' ve reached the plain — Then swiftly on, with loosened rein. The keen air tingles in my face. As now across the fields we race. Then slowing down into a lope We reach again the upward slope. Tho ' steep the climb, we gain the crest, I draw the rein and pause to rest. Far, far below the city lies; Its ivindows gleam ' neath sunset skies, The air grows chill, we must descend. Our ivay across the fields to luend. — Lilian Hennessey, High Eight. THE RESCUE The campfire cast shadows on the faces of the men, as they Hstened intently to the stories of Jim, the scout. A ringing shot broke the silence of the dark forest. This was followed by several more. The men jumped up quickly and covered their fire. Jim knew by the sound that the shots came from the place where old man Nel- son had moved his traps. The men crept quietly along the shadows, wading the river edge. To their dismay they saw in the clearing the cabin bursting into flames. They were too late. The Indians had set the fire and killed the old trapper. From one of the bushes near the edge of the river, they heard a muffled scream. There Jim found a little, thirteen-year-old girl crying. He lifted her gently in his arms and they rode with his comrades at a rapid pace. ' Til save you or I ' ll die, " Jim whispered to the frightened child. The Indians were pursuing them. They rode all that night. The next morning they could stop with safety, for the Indians had been left far behind. Jim kept little Martha, whom they called Hazel-eye because of the color of her eyes, for one month. Her uncle then came to claim her and Jim had to give her up. Several years passed. Jim often recalle dthe midnight rescue of his little Hazel-eye and wished that he might see her again. Dreamily he sat on the mossy bank when he heard the dipping of a paddle and, looking up, he saw a maiden standing in the middle of a birch canoe with a rifle aimed at him. He took off his hat and said to her: " Drop your rifle, maiden. If you don ' t mind, I ' m not your game. " She came ashore and recognized her preserver of many years ago. Once more she felt strong arms around her. She, recalling that wild night, whispered, " I ' ll save you or I ' ll die. " — Lucile Dickson, Loil Nine, JOHNNIE LEARNS TO FLY " Hi, Johnnie! How ' s you and your airplane comin ' along, huh? " Johnnie had heard that so often in the past month he didn ' t know what to do. Of course, everybody in town knew of his ambition to learn to fly an airplane and, of course, they had to tease him about it. Well, he thought, they had good reason to, because he ' d never seen an airplane except ' way up in the air flying along. Of course, he had read all about airplanes in books and he felt he could almost fly one right off. It was a bright sunshiny day. Way off in the sky, Johnny saw the daily passenger plane. He was so used to seeing it pass over he could almost tell the time by it. But this time there seemed to be something wrong with the engine. Pop, pop, bang! The engine stopped. It seemed to have some- thing wrong with it. Nearby there was a large vacant lot that did not have any ruts or bumps in it. To this Johnnie ran and began to wave his arms about wildly. Luckily the pilot saw him. The plane landed and the pilot got out and began to examine the engine. Johnnie ran over to him. " Thanks, buddy; you ' re a pal, " said the pilot. " Glad I could help, " replied Johnnie. " Oh, say kid; come over here a minute, will yuh, please? " " Sure, what is it? " asked Johnnie. " Do you know anything about airplanes? " " A little, " acknowledged Johnnie. " Well, then, hsten. Come over here, see? Now put one hand here and the other one there, and pull, but don ' t get in the way of the propeller, " " I see. This way? " " Yeh. " The pilot jumped into the cockpit. The motor roared. Johnnie backed away and waved. The pilot waved back. The plane disappeared in the distance. A few days later an airplane landed on the vacant lot. Johnnie was there as usual. The pilot and the manager of the air line got out. The pilot stepped up to Johnnie and said: " Will you take us to your house, bud? " " Sure. Just follow me. " After a short walk they arrived at his home. After about half an hour ' s debate with Johnnie ' s mother they called him into the house. " Pack up your clothes. These men have a surprise for you, " said his mother. Twenty minutes later the airplane again took off. Johnnie, far up in the sky, knew his ambition was going to be fulfilled in the near future. — Philip Taylor, Loiv Seven. A PICTURE OF THE MADONNA It was Christmas Eve in the year 1930. The heavy snow lay Hke a blanket over the ground and rooftops, and glistened under the light of the street lamps. The shadows of the trees fell on the snow, making queer, long figures that danced and flitted about as the wind blew through the branches. Colored lights and holly wreaths could be seen in the windows of the houses along the brightly lighted streets. People with warm wraps and rubbers hustled through the streets carrying bundles and wreaths tied with red and green ribbons. On a bench in a near-by city park sat a young man. The collar of his gray coat was drawn up around his throat and a gray hat was pulled down over his eyes. This young man was obviously w atching the people as they scurried by. It began to snow. The man arose, drew his coat closer about him, shoved his hands in his pockets, and moved away. He turned down a side street and went up to a cosy little house with smoke curling up from the red, brick chimney into the still, dark night. The light pouring out of the windows surrounded the man as he stepped up to the porch. He brushed the flakes of snow from his clothes and then entered the house. As he stepped into the hall, his young wife came out of the kitchen to meet him. " Where have you been, John? " she asked anxiously. " It ' s so late and it ' s snowing again. " " Oh, just watching the people pass, " answered the young man wea- rily. " Searching for someone for my picture — someone who looks like the Madonna. " " And did you find that someone? " asked his wife, taking his coat and hat. " No, " returned the man. " None of them would do and I must have the picture finished by tomorrow for the art gallery. I can ' t seem to get the right expression in the eyes — that expression the Madonna should have. " " It will come to you, dear, " the young woman comforted with a fond pat on the shoulder. At that moment a curly-haired boy of three came into the room and ran to his father who tossed him into the air and set him upon his shoulder. The three went into a cosy living-room where a fire was burning merrily and a lovely Christmas tree stood gleaming with lights and ornaments. The man set the little child on the floor and went to a corner where stood the partly finished picture of the Madonna. He took up his brushes and palette and began to work on the picture. His young wife sat by the fire reading. Presently, the little boy at her feet, tiring of his play, curled up by the warm fire and went to sleep. The woman looked at the little tot with a smile. She then lifted him in her arms, kissing the rosy, upturned face. The man, glancing up from his work, gasped in amazement. " Why, Anne! Anne, you have that Madonna expression. I noticed it when you were looking at Bobbie just then. Now I can finish my picture. " And with that the artist set to work with a satisfied smile. As the young woman arose to put her small son to bed, the chimes of a near-by church rang out sweet and clear across the new-fallen snow and heralded the coming of Christmas Day. — Bernice Christensen, Lou Nine. iA " Bed-Time Story When Mr. Sim sinks to bis rosy bed, He over him draws a glorious spread. Deep blue is its color and sprinkled witJj stars, Many planets, the moon, Saturn, Venus and Mars, He ' s proud of his cover is old Mr. Sun, And so, in the ?norning, when the dark night is done. He folds it most carefully and puts it away, In the back of the hills till the end of the day. And so when we see near the sunset ' s red glow. The first peeping star, then iveWe sure that we knoiv That bright Mr. Sun is pillowing his head On a fleecy cloud and is going to bed. — Ruth Hurt, Low Eight. THE BOLT OF DEATH Jim Brown, the young and famed inventor, turned with a grim smile from his workshop. He had just completed a test of his latest invention, a projector capable of shooting a beam of lightning for many hundreds of miles. Although happy over the success of his work, Jim realized that the invention must be guarded with the greatest care, since it was the most powerful instrument of warfare ever invented. Now that his work was finished, Jim was most anxious to place the projector into the hands of the War Department as quickly as possible and he determined to fly to Washington the following day. As Jim left the shop, he saw a small coupe, with curtains pulled down parked on the opposite side of the street. Probably he would have thought nothing of this had it not been for his somewhat nervous feeling about getting the projector to Washington as soon as possible. He decided to walk past the coupe, and, doing so, saw through the windshield what ap- peared to be two Orientals. As Jim walked on toward home, he became more fearful that something was about to happen, and he determined to return to his shop that evening to be sure that all was well. Darkness had already set in when Jim again reached his shop. As he was about to open the door, he heard a plane overhead and saw a faint light moving through the sky. Entering the shop, Jim saw at a place that the large wall-safe was open, and he knew instantly that the projector had been stolen. He thought immediately of the two Orientals he had seen, and of the night-flying airplane he had heard but a moment before. Rushing quickly to a cabinet, Jim grasped a small object and dashed out of the shop. Shouting at the driver of a passing automobile, Jim jumped on the running board and was driven wildly to the Air Port. It seemed but a moment when the big red Mono, which he himself had per- fected but a month before, was hurtling down the run-way and turning upward into the sky. Remembering the direction of the plane he had seen in the sky a few minutes before, Jim took off in pursuit at his full speed of 400 miles per hour. At this terrific speed it was but a short time when a light appeared in the black sky ahead and Jim knew he was rapidly closing in on the other plane. His sole hope now was that his hunch had been correct and that the plane ahead contained the Orientals and his projector. Although flying without lights, Jim knew that his plane would soon be discovered by the occupants of the other, and he knew also that skillful use of the projector could quickly end any chase. A moment later a streak of lightning seemed to shoot into space from the plane ahead. It swerved and darted through the blackness of the sky and suddenly blazed an arc toward Jim ' s onrushing plane. A moment more and a terrific explosion rocked the sky. The chase was ended for- ever. The mystery of the night explosion remained unsolved for all but General Brower of the War Department and one young man. Jim told the story to the General at the time a newly-constructed projector was de- livered into the latter ' s hands. The young inventor ' s foresight in perfect- ing a beam-bending reflector at the same time he was building the lightning projector had not only saved his life, but also had resulted in blowing into atoms those enemies who had stolen the projector. — Kenneth Street, High Seven. The oQittle Cmpty House Nobody ever stops to see What flowers grow in there, Nor if the lilac tree is out, Nor what the ivindoivs ivear. And oh, the little house must look As if it didn ' t caret No fingers ever lift the latch Of such a rusty gate, Nor footsteps hurry up the path, Afraid they might be late. And oh, the little house must act As if it didn ' t wait I And when prospective buyers come And poke about and peer. And cry their caustic comment on The haloed things and dear, The broken little house must smile As if it didn ' t hear! — Irvin Muratore, Lou Nine. PALM CANYON Palm Canyon is located about sixty miles south of Riverside on the southwestern part of the Colorado Desert. It is so warm during the sum- mer that the resorts in this region are generally closed from May to Novem- ber. From Palm Spring, a very fashionable winter resort, you wind through the desert for six miles, crossing a wide stream with a rocky bed. At last you come to a knoll about a hundred feet high. From the top you get your first glimpse of Palm Canyon with its palms and rushing stream. The palms form almost a maze and grow together overhead so that when walking through them, many times you can not see the sky above. This is the only spot where this particular species of Palm is to be found in America. Scientists claim the seeds must have been dropped many years ago by birds, as there is no record of them ever having been planted. This same palm is found occasionally in Africa and South America. — Jane Ray Vaughan, Low Eight. CALENDAR AUGUST Aug. 15 — Vacation ends. Alarm clocks again in disfavor! 16 — Rules! Rules! Know your " Thou shalts " and " Thou shalt nots. " 17 — Here a scrub. There a scrub. Everywhere a scrub-scrub. They don ' t know their own minds. 18 — Handsome Tom Pauh, graceful John Merritt, bashful Billy Watson, quiet Bob Peterson, smiling Ed Stoeckle, and a dozen other noble High Nine boys, stand like unyielding oaks at the various traffic -posts. Beware the cops! 19 — Friday. One week gone. Too bad! 22-28 — Bucklin ' down to business. Teachers especially. 29 — Trip the light fantastic in the gym. And how! SEPTEMBER Sept. 2-4 — Tyrannical teachers glare at students. Don ' t get heart failure. 5 — Hurrah! Labor Day! Well earned rest. 6-8 — Do-re-mi. A Cappella and Boys ' Glee tryouts. Many song-birds discovered. 9 — Admission Day! Another welcome holiday. 12- 13 — G. S. A. Campaign. " Got 25c to lend me? " 23 — Jack Brodrick elected Honor Society President. 27 — B-rrr. Report cards. Gosh, look at them " F " s. Watch me study from now on. Yeah? 30 — Noon program. Here ' s to a " bigger and better Gleaner. " Buy yours now. OCTOBER Oct. 6 — Mme. Lhevinne and Laddie gave us a marvelous concert. Come again! 12 — Fire Prevention program. Some of those " hazards " look pretty warm. Be careful, they might blow off. ' Specially " Defective Chimney. " 13- 27 — Study! Study! Study! Are your brains swelling, too? 14 — Dads ' Club dance. Help pay for the bleachers. 28 — Library Day. Best ever. Boy, what fun! Moving pictures, too. 3 1 — Cabinet meeting. Millions donated to Garfield ' s " needy " from G. S. A. Fund. NOVEMBER Nov. 4 — " Cabin in the Cotton " theatre party. Buy your tickets. Help Dads ' Club. 7-12 — American Education Week. Fine programs every day. Many visitors. 8 — Election Day. The President comes to town. The Democrats stage a landslide! 10 — Honor Society banquet. Are we good? Teachers see th emselves as others see them. 1 1 — Armistice Day. Welcome rest! 14- 17 — Work! Work! Work! Especially the Civics classes. 17 — Low Nine Honor Society celebrates. 21-23 — Ah-ha. Teachers have institute. We have vacation. Vengeance, thou art sweet! 24 — Oh, that turkey! 28 — Back at school for the home stretch. It won ' t be long now! 30 — More Honor Society celebrations! This time the Seventh and Eighth Grades. Dec. 5-9 — Practice for graduation. Singing and marching. " Don ' t swing your arms! " 12 — Gee, beginning the last week already. Believe it or not, Gleaners tomorrow! 14 — Class Day! Wit and wisdom. Tears not far off. 15 — Graduation! New clothes, flowery speeches, fond parents, our " G ' s " which we will always cherish in memory of our school. 16 — Our last reports! Farewell to teachers and school mates. WE DON ' T WANT TO GO, but Progress is Progress. Goodbye! Erma Ruth McDonald, High Nine. GLEANER ACTIVITIES On September thirtieth the Gleaner campaign was launched by a very clever and amusing noon program. Mr. Corley and Mr. Perry gave an entertaining act, and a few pupils gave a humorous skit advertising the Gleaner. The jazz orchestra played a few selections and " Trees " was pre- sented by several girls with the aid of Mrs. Smith. The money received from this benefit program was the first funds ready for the publication of our Gleaner. Shortly after this a candy sale was arranged. The candy was sold at the Dads ' Club party, and also during the noon hour at school on Monday following the party. Several programs and activities are being planned for the future and by the time the Gleaner is published they will probably have been given and carried out. All these entertainments are presented through the efforts and cooperation of the members of the Gleaner Staff in the hope of offering you a bigger and better Gleaner! — Jane Malmgren, HigJo Nine. On Wednesday, December 14, the entire school will attend the en- joyable Class Day program, with its interesting music, statistics, and proph- ecy. Students who will take part are Jack Barnett, Brandon Howell, Bob Petersen, George K. Amonette, Elsie McCulloch, Frances Colly, and Jack Willis. Honors will be presented to the representative students, whose names are as yet unknown. On Thursday, December 15, the graduating exercises will take place. City Manager Hollis Thompson and Harland Frederick, a Garfield grad- uate, will address us. Jack Brodrick and Erma Ruth McDonald will be the student speakers. A fine musical program has been arranged. Our " G ' s " will be presented. In the afternoon the P. T.A. will give a fine party. Then we shall bid a reluctant farewell, carrying with us many happy memories of our " three bright years at Garfield. " HIGH EIGHT SCIENCE This year Miss Lowrey ' s Science classes enjoyed a " new deal, " inas- much as there was much more practical application of the sciences. For instance, in astronomy ( we not only looked at charts in books and read our lessons but we actually got outside and studied the eclipse. Beside doing this we made notebooks, collected clippings and read library books on the subject. We are also taking chemistry, another of the more complex sciences, but with the help of our instructors, who make the work very interesting as well as educational, we feel that we have gotten a great deal out of these two difficult sciences. — Robert House, High Eight. LIBRARY DAY A GLITTERING PAGEANT of shimmering costumes, a side-splitting parade of tattered rags. That ' s Garfield Library Day as it is to others. But to all loyal Garfieldites it ' s more than just that. It ' s a time of wriggling, squirming, and twisting. Your cap hurts your head and bits of fur stick to your back. But you have a good time " for a ' that and a ' that. " Library Day of 1932 was a greater success than any before. It set a precedent for others not only to follow but to live up to. For glistening finery and tattered raggedness it surpassed the best that Garfield has ever seen. Imagine the astonishment of a visitor from Canada upon looking into our yard. Tarzan and Mephistopheles play handball, while George Wash- ington and Tom Sawyer hammer on the Gym door for a basketball. In the main hall a bold, bad pirate converses sedately with Aunt Dinah — doubt- less asking for a recipe for plum pudding. That ' s Library Day — a hearty good time. — Joel Lee, High Nine. THE FIRE PREVENTION PLAY During Fire Prevention Week the " red headed " students of Gar- field under the direction of Mrs. Bagnall gave a little play entitled " Fire Hazards. " Mr. Hennessey selected the students with red hair to represent such fire hazards as electricity, rubbish, defective chimney, etc. The play was so well received that it was put on again during National Education Week so that our parents might enjoy it. — Carl Wilson, High Nine. THE GIRL SCOUT TROOP The Girl Scout Troop of Garfield is Number One, represented by a " Golden Poppy, " We have been meeting in the Girls ' Lodge this term, under the direction of Mrs. Kirk, our leader. Our activities vary. Some- times we go on Nature walks, play compass games, or else work for badges. We were recently visited by members of the Women ' s Relief Corps, who presented us our flag, and told us of the work they were doing. There is an over-night camp in the Berkeley Hills at a delightful loca- tion. Many times our troop takes a hike to this camp. Every meeting we play games and have instruction on different points of a Girl Scout ' s training. I am sure that any girl who wishes to join us will be welcomed. The Girl Scout organization offers a useful and entertaining line of education. — Lois Zurilgen, High Nine. SCOUT ACTIVITY The Scouts of Garfield have taken the responsibility of raising the flag in the morning at 8 o ' clock. The arrangements have been made by Mr. Flanders with the troops who have members in Garfield. The list of troops participating is: Troops 35, 4, 18, 19, 22, 40, 29, 30, 39, 32, 41, 3, 5, 8, 23, 24 and 28. — Gordon Sawyer, High Nine. GARFIELD ' S TRAFFIC POLICE Garfield ' s junior traffic police had a very successful term this fall. In the early part of the semester the force participated in a parade through the Berkeley streets with the traffic forces of other Berkeley schools. On November 4, a bean feed was given in the cafeteria for all the Berkeley Junior Police. This was very successful. The rewards for being a Junior Police officer are, free shows at the theaters, and in the fall term, admittance to most of California ' s football games. — Howard Coates, High Nine. EDUCATION WEEK During the week preceding Armistice Day, a program was given each morning in recognition of Education Week. On Monday the band played several selections and the Girls ' Glee Club sang two numbers. Tues- day we were ' entertained by a musical program at which several solos were offered by those who played musical instruments other than the piano. On Wednesday the Fire Prevention play was given again, and that evening the parents were invited to attend a meeting in the auditorium so that they might learn more about the work which their children were doing. On Thursday we were honored by the presence of Lieutenant Story, who told us of some experiences of the World War. We also held an athletic rally and were entertained by two vocal numbers. Education Week was very suc- cessful. — Janet Foreman, High Nine. ORGAN IZATIOHS GARFIELD ORCHESTRA AND BAND GARFIELD JAZZ BAND The Garfield Jazz Baxd has endeavored to present all the late popular dance numbers to the school. With Harry McElroy as the noisy trumpeter, Bob Mallary and Alfred as the talented pianists, Jerry Carpen- ter (our handsome blonde) puffing tunes out of the clarinet, and Morgan Saylor " banging " the drums, the result just has to be excellent. Of course there are others. The violin soloist claims recognition at any of the dreamy waltzes, and when any expert saxophone players are wanted John Merritt and Harry Metzler will supply the needs with music that will satisfy even Mrs. Smith ' s ear for discords. Let us send the graduating musicians away with three loud chords. Thanks. — Stanley Neyhart, Manager. At the first of the term it was decided that there would be no Garfield Girls ' Glee Club. This was determined because the former Glee Club teacher, Mrs. Nola Johnson, was transferred to another school. How- ever, so many of the girls were eligible for it and wanted to be in it, that Mr. Hennessey allowed the club to be started. Miss Posey, the new director, was chosen and so far has faithfully fulfilled her task. On November 6, 1932, they sang in the auditorium for Education Week. — Rhoda Potter, High Nine. Scenes from Library Day and a Bit of This and That SPORTS BLOCK G SOCIETY HIGH NINE VOLLEY BALL SQUAD HIGH EIGHT VOLLEY BALL SQUAD BOYS ' ATHLETICS The year 1932 was rather a lean one as regards city championships. The boys ' High Nine volley ball victory was the only one collected by Gar- field teams this term. This would be a very good record for other schools, but Garfield has set a very high standard for its teams, and one champion- ship seems a very slim record indeed after the two championships won earlier this year, and the four and five championships garnered by Garfield teams in the past. However, the High Nine boys ' volley ball team is to be congratulated on continuing the run of seven consecutive volley ball championships, and on winning every game on their tough schedule. THE ' ' BLOCK G " SOCIETY The " Block G " Society started out this term with thirteen mem- bers. They are: Jack Brodrick, President; John Mecorney, Vice-President; Bill Watson, Secretary, and Jack Willis, Treasurer. The other members are Bill Johnson, Marshall; Woodrow Hamilton, Assistant Marshall; Arthur Vickerey, Russell Andrews, Jack Barnett, Jack Saunders, David Baird, Bob Mallary, and Bennie Hugel. An initiation was held at the end of the volley ball season. Five new boys were brought in. The " Block G " has given several dances this semester. The money was used partly to pay for baseball uniforms for the Garfield baseball team. At the end of the term the graduating High Nines were given an Italian dinner by the other members of the society. — Russell Andrews, HigJo Nine. THE HEAD BANKERS OF GARFIELD There are three High Nine boys who are in charge of the school banking. These boys help the two women who come from the bank. They enter the amount of money in the bank book of each pupil. The slips and money are checked to see that there is no mistake. These boys are Jack Brodrick, Bill Folwell and Gordon Sawyer. You have seen these boys when they deliver the bank envelopes to each room. Each year three High Nine boys are chosen to do this work. Art Material for the Gleaner was selected from work submitted by the Art Staff. Dean Stone designed the cover and Fumiko Kondo, the frontispiece. Pupils who designed and cut the lineloum blocks or the illus- trations were: Barbara Pepper, Sports; Lois Ammerman, Graduates; Hazel McKee, Literature, Activities and Fun; and Dean Stone, Organizations. THE GIRLS ' VOLLEY BALL TEAMS This term the girls ' volley ball teams lost the city championship by a very small margin, the High Nines remaining undefeated throughout the season. The eighth grade girls fought hard, but were unable to defeat the Edison Eighth Grade, who won the championship. played our only game at home with Edison. The other two were played at Willard and Burbank. The teams were coached by our worthy teachers, Miss Stout and Mrs. Davis, to whom much of the credit is due for the games that were won. — Nancy v hitlock, High Nine. GIRLS ' BLOCK G The Girle ' Block G Society, of which Miss Stout is an honorary member, was started last year by some High Nine girls, but the first meet- ings were held this year. The society is made up of Eighth and Ninth Grade girls who have won their Block G ' s in athletics. The meetings are held every other Friday and the dues are five cents. The officers are: President, Nancy Whitlock, Vice-President, Jean Somers, and Secretary-Treasurer, Isabel Hinckley. The society so far has been very successful and those who are leaving, hope it will continue to be so. — Kathryn Jones, High Nifie. STUDENT HELPERS ' LIBRARY ASSISTANTS Edna Rankin, Thelma Nordby, Stanley Innes, Jane DeRoy, Geraldine Young, Phyllis Johnson, Wallace Macfarlane, Max Muller, Lois Sandner, Meadus Ruggles, Frank Wright, Shirle Bass, Marian Mulholland, Chandler Young, Ardelle McElhaney, Ruth Dibble, Devin Taber, Ruth Hamilton, and Lois Ammerman. SECRETARY ' S OFFICE ASSISTANTS Mary Whitehead, Rhoda Potter, Kathryn Ebey, Lydia Wene, June Bofinger, Bar- bara Libbey, Corine Kelly, Jeanne Wagy, Ruth Moses, Mildred Shore, Lucille Dickson, Jane DeRoy, Jean Somers, Georgine Drew, Stanton Williams, Vivian Henkel, and Eleanor McClear. BOOK-ROOM ASSISTANTS There are three students who are in the book-room with Mrs. Bellus during eighth period. They are Kegan Hines, Kenneth Owen, nad Ray Sears. BANKING ASSISTANTS Also there are three boys who assist Miss Collins with the banking every Wednesday in the cafeteria. They are Jack Brodrick, Gordon Sawyer, and Bill Folwell. MIMEOGRAPH ASSISTANTS George Scheibner, Albert Potter, Reed McDonald, Clyde Wilson, Lou Anderson, and Edward Prosser. COUNSELLORS ' ASSISTANTS The counsellors ' assistants are: Marian Scott, Douglas McConnell, Darrell Argu- bright, Iva Dee Hiatt, Jane Somers, Patty Jane Parrish, Sheila Chandler, Marjorie McKee, Herbert Bolstad, Alva Rosedale, and Mary Owen. DEAR FRIENDS, THE TIME has come FOR US to go; BUT JUST a word, ABOUT THE past— WHY I remember— BUT FIRST I beg FOR YOU to stop AND THINK HOW MANY happy days AND HOW many friends YOU HAVE met IN GARFIELD. THERE IS one friend WHOM I met outside OF GARFIELD— AND OWE MY DEEPEST gratitude— A DOORMAN. I WAS fond of a young lady NAMED ANITA— AND I decided TO TAKE HER TO THE show, AND I did! I CALLED for her IN MY best blue suit, WHICH HAD a spot ON THE left knee. AND SHE wore a dress WITH LOADS of frills, AND THE father offered TO DRIVE us to the theatre WHICH WAS ALL lit up WITH LOTS of lights THAT HURT the eye, AND A Doorman looked WITH A frosty glance at us, AND WE trembled. BUT WHEN I endeavored TO PRODUCE the tickets HE LAUGHED— BECAUSE I had lost them. AND I looked at the young lady AND SHE looked at me. AND I SMILED weakly AND SHE giggled, BUT WE GOT INTO THAT SHOW. BECAUSE THE DOORMAN LOANED ME the money TO BUY NEW TICKETS. WHICH ALL goes to show THAT DOORMEN have hearts. DAYS HAVE flown SINCE THAT sad night BUT JUST the same I REMEMBER AND BLUSH. AND, BY THE WAY, PLEASE THINK of MR. HENNESSEY AND THE faculty WHO LABOR daily TO MAKE you a success IN FUTURE life. AND A thought of them WOULD HELP a lot TO MAKE the day easier. AND IF you do — remember I THANK YOU, S. H. N. (Stanley Neyhart) with apologies to K. C. B. SIMILAR TASTE Margaret Stratton: Don ' t you like the lower crust of this pie? Jerry Carpenter: Oh, pardon me! I thought it was the paper plate. John Merritt: May I speak to you, Mrs. Kleeberger? Mrs. Kleeberger: Yes, if you make it snappy. J. M.: Can a teacher take money from a pupil? Mrs. Kleeberger: Yes, if she needs it. A cow sat chewing her cud. She said, it certainly feels gud, To have nothing to do But sit down and chew A substance that once was my fud. A girl who was lazy once said, This test is so hard I ' m near dead. If answers I knew. Mistakes would be few, " " ■ And in class I would be at the head. " Very appropriate, " observed the teacher as she wrote " Fair " on the blonde girl ' s theme. " Mine is a sad, sad fate, " Said the little piece of tin " I ' m on my way to the factory There to be foiled again. " Frances Colby : Should I stop writing poetry? Miss Morse: No — begin. . FiighNine: My birthday is in March. Scrub: Next March, or last March? Miss Colliar : And, class, this tooling leather costs an inch a square foot. JohnM: Do you know why my brother can ' t see with this eye? Jack W.: No! John M. : Because it ' s mine. Polite Host: Would you care to sit on my right hand during dinner? Equally Polite Guest: Oh, certainly; but are you sure you can eat all right with your left hand? Bickett ' s Military Band School WILL H. BICKETT Some of His Professional Pupils RUBE WOLF Trumpet Soloist, Mus. Dir. West Coast Theatres ARTHUR BANNER Asst. Cornet Soloist, Sousa ' s Band ED. BLACKBURN Trumpet, Blackburn Band School, Denver WALT ROESNER Trumpet, Mus. Dir. Fox Theatre, S. F. GUY GAUGLER Trumpet, Sousa ' s Band ARCHIE McAllister Dir. Joliet, III., H. S. Band Winners National Contests, 1926-7-8-30 JACK SPRIGGS Trumpet Soloist, Pryor ' s Band E. A. BETTS Trumpet, Betts Band School, Seattle AL. J. SMITH Trumpet, Chicago, 111. HAZEL GOFF Trumpet, Keith Procter Vaudeville Circuit WILBUR HALL Trombone, Paul Whiteman Orchestra 4 $ San Francisco SCIENTIFIC INSTRUCTION TRUMPET, CORNET, TROMBONE FRENCH HORN, BASSES Pupils Prepared for BAND, ORCHESTRA AND SOLO PLAYING Personal histrtictiou under MR. WILL H. BICKETT America ' s foremost teacher and recognized authority on tone production Mr. Archie McAllister, Cornet Soloist and Di- rector of the famous Joliet, Illinois, High School Band, which won the National High Band contests in 1926-7-8-30, is one of Mr. Bickett ' s outstanding pupils. Seven of Mr. Bickett ' s pupils have been mem- bers of the famous Sousa Band. George Wendt, Trumpet Soloist at the Fox Theatre, San Francisco, one very exceptional player, is also a pupil of Mr. Bickett. Beginners especially need correct instruction, as bad habits formed through faulty teaching keep the student from advancing in the school band or orchestra and discourage individual practice.. 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PENDLETON AShBERRY 6700 I Northbrae Grocery IMPORTED AND DOMESTIC { I GROCERIES ► Fresh Fruits, Vegetables y Household Utensils ► 199 5 El Dorado Ave., Berkeley i The following problem is given by the Bethlehem steel company, with two and three-fourths hours in which to solve it. However, it can be solved easily in five or ten minutes. There is no catch to it. Just observe closely. All the facts are relevant and must be considered. Here it is: A train is operated by three men, Smith, Robinson and Jones. They are fireman, engineer, and brakeman, but not respectively. On the train are three passengers of the same names, a Mr. Smith, Mr. Robinson, and Mr. Jones. Consider carefully the following data about all concerned, and then answer the question: Who was the engineer? 1. Mr. Robinson lives in Detroit. 2. The brakeman lives half way between Chicago and Detroit. 3. Mr. Jones earns exactly $2,000 a year. 4. Smith beat the fireman at billiards. 5. The brakeman ' s nearest neighbor, one of the passengers, earns ex- actly three times as much as the brakeman, who earns $ i ,000 annually. 6. The passenger whose name is the same as the brakeman lives in Chicago. Go to it! Telephone AShberry 4220 -i B. C. Rucker Grocery Company 1497 Shattuck Avenue berkeley, calif. R. L. REID H. L. REID The American Pharmacy (3 STORES FOR SERVICE) No. 1 — Telegraph at Dwight AShberry 5766 No. 2 — Shattuck at Bancroft BERKELEY 772 5 No. 3 — Hearst at Euclid AShberry 2822 FREE DELIVERY Records — Victor and Brunswick A Philco Radio for $19.50 Complete • TUPPER REED 2271 Shattuck Ave. BERKELEY 1378 Phone BERKELEY 5 260-J WALTER H. HARRISS Mouthpiece Specialist Band Instruments Repaired and Adjusted 1929 D WIGHT WAY BERKELEY, CALIF. It was evening and several callers were chatting in the parlor, when a patter of little feet was heard at the head of the stairs. Mrs. K. raised her hand for silence. " Hush, the children are going to deliver their good-night message, " she said softly. " It always gives me a feeling of reverence to hear them. They are so much nearer the Creator than we are, and they speak the love that is in their little hearts never so full as when the dark has come. Listen! " There was a moment of tense silence. Then — " Mama, " came the message in a shrill whisper, " Willie found a bed- bug! " An Oriental paper, having an English section, printed the following notice: " The news of English we tell the latest. Writ in perfect style and most earliest. Do a murder commit, we hear of it and tell it. Do a mighty chief die, we publish it and in border somber. Staff has each one been col- leged and write like the Kipling and the Dickens. We circle every town and extortionate not for advertisements. " McCurdy ' s Creamery 1467 Shattuck Ave. Ice Cream Delivered 1 qt. or more, 3 5c per quart Phone ASh. 7220 McHaffie ' s Drug Store Vine Street at Shattuck Ave. north berkeley Accuracy — Purity — Prom pt Service PHOTO WORK, KODAKS SCHOOL SUPPLIES AShberry 2520 BErk. 0933 FOR YOUR BANKING NEEDS I AMERICAN TRUST COMPANY ► SINCE 18 54 y Nine Offices in Berkeley ► CONVENIENTLY LOCATED i Member Federal Reserve System J NOT MUCH USE " Give up drink, now, my man, and you will live to be over eighty. " " Too late, mum. " " Never too late. " " Yes it is — I ' m eighty-two now. " In the hall. Bill Brock, scouting for Gleaner jokes, to Miss Morse: Give your classes some home work for a joke. Mistress: Did the fisherman who came here have frogs ' legs? Nora: I don ' t know, mum, he wore pants. Teacher: " Willie, can you tell me how matches are made? Little Willie: No, ma ' am, but I don ' t blame you for wanting to find out. Why, what do you mean? Mother says you have been trying to make one for years. GOOD BRAKES FOR " BLIND ' ' CORNERS To the Pupils of Garfield School — A long, happy and prosperous life to yon all, If you will but heed the junior Traffic Cop ' s call. DEPENDABLE BRAKE SERVICE FRANK W. WUAGNEUX Established Ten Years in Berkeley Corner Grove and Center Streets Berkeley, Calif. Telephone BErk. 6611 Autographs Autographs A y 1 V Autographs


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