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

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Miiieralo ical Pi The ardent mineralogist He labors all year round, Seeking types of crystals rare In mines deep in the ground. He spends bis time in digging eartb His u ork is really bliss. His alphabet is strange indeed, It runs along like this: An A. is Alabaster white, It ' s source some S02ithern places Beryl and Calcite, B. and C., With clear and clean-cut faces. For D. there is the Diamond rare And E. the Emerald green. Fhiorite bo u s and claims the E. As Gold, our G. is seen. While H. is Hydrocalcite, Iron Steps in next place for I. Jasper, J., is brightest red, And Kunzite, K., stands by. Limonite trails on for L. And Mica ' s silver sheen Shines out for M., and then for lY. Neptunite is seen. Opal ' s ever changing hues Eor O. are world reuou ued ; And Pyrite and it ' s many cubes Eor P. has next been found. Eor O. we have the crystal Quartz, The poor man ' s gem, ' tis said And next for K. and prized by kings Are dazzling Rubies, red. Sapphire note for S. is here In soft cornflou er blues, And for T. is T ourmaline With it ' s tri-colored hues. Urbanite is blue for U. And Valeite, pale, for V. W. is blue Wardite Erom Utah, as you see. Next for X. is Xenotime All crystalled in the ground, While Y. is Yttrocrasite black. And Z. as Zinc is found. Ami noic, my every reader, you Are someday sure to hear That every mineralogist Is sane, but very queer. Margaret Melhase, High Nine. THE JONESES PACKING UP Place: The Joneses bedroom. Mrs. Jones is packing toys, clothes, and necessary things for a vaca- tion. The room is littered with these things. A voice calls from off stage. Voice: Mildred, where is my shaving cream? Mildred: ' Tm sorry dear, but the children were using it to wash their dog ' s teeth. They looked so cute that I just couldn ' t stop them. Voice: Oh, and while they are looking cute what am I supposed to shave with? Mildred: Now, George, don ' t get sarcastic. Didn ' t you buy a new tube for the trip? Here it is. (takes it off stage) . (A child runs into the room, holding out his hand.) Child: Mother, Brownie bit me. (begins to cry) . Mildred: (running back on stage) Oh, did Mother ' s little sugar plum get bitten by the nasty dog? Sit down while I go find the medicine.

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Origin of the Cactus Apollo, deep in brooding anger, crossed lois sacred skies. Straight Joe went, straigtjt as ttoe hlue-hlacti. raven flies; As t oe day went into tiuilight, tloe twiligtot into dar i He entered in t oe forest ivloere the trees load purple barJi. He tooli in all tloe grandeur ivitlo one deep and loving breath And tloe silence of tloe forest was still — quite still as death. Apollo wandered tJoroiigJo tloe icood; he cJoanced to see a stream And seated by it tvas a maiden clad in a moonbeam. Apollo teas encJoanted witJo loer beauty and loer grace — Her eyes were blue, her loair ivas broivn and deep cream was loer face. He seemed to ivant loer like a child — a toy he cannot reach 7 love yon. Oh! I love you. Come luith me I do beseech! Sloe heeded not his gentle words; sloe fled from him in haste. He followed loer; he wanted loer, but wings loer feet replaced. They ran and ran ' til desert tvastes did take tloe place of pine And lo! no longer luas tloe girl, nor of her was a sign; Tloe desert held naught on it but a cactus, straight and tall. And deep within its spiuey arms a blossom, to enthrall Tloe heart of one who load been foiled and lost his own true love; For the maiden load been changed by Diana far above. MY FOREST The pine trees in my forest divide their day and night into six periods. They are so vain and love clothes so much that they change gowns for each period! The first starts about five-thirty or six o ' clock in the morning, when the earliest early bird in sleepy twitters tells his family he must be up and hunting that worm. Then he bursts forth in a spontaneous song of joy, the forest alarm clock. Others join him and soon the forest is wide awake. The trees, being very modest, feel that now the birds are up, they must clothe themselves in some manner. After talking together in sleepy swishes each tree in my forest reaches up to the heavens and draws down and around her a filmy garment of gray — FOG. Now, at ten o ' clock my trees array themselves in mauve-blue and gray, a most charming gown for early morning — SKY and FOG. An apron, of course, is appropriate for noon and as my trees are very sensible each one wears a little blue apron with a yellow design — SKY and SUNSHINE. For six o ' clock dinner they don gowns of changeable silk, purple, pink and gold— SUNSET GLOWS. At half past seven my trees are dressed, ready and waiting. Each wears a formal of blue — TWILIGHT. Now eight o ' clock and my trees slip on their black evening wraps and leave — NIGHT. Laurie Pilling, Low Nine.

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(returns with a bottle and bandages in her hand. Talks soothingly to the child while fixing the hand.) Now go play with Sister till I call you. (child leaves on left side, Mr. Jones (George) enters on right.) Mr. Jones: (his face and hands are all soapy, he throws his hands wildly around). Mildred! Where ' s the towel? Help! Mildred, where are you? The soap is getting in my eyes and mouth. Mildred! Mildred: Don ' t get excited, George. Here we are. (leads him off stage. Upon returning the phone rings beside the bed.) Why hello Mrs. Smith! (aside, Humph, the old cat. ) To Niagara My, I wish my husband would take me there again. Oh yes, we went there for our honey- moon. And he bought you some new vacation clothes? (aside, I knew she wanted to brag about something. ) You lucky thing, (doorbell rings.) I ' m sorry, my dear, but I think the expressman is at the door. Goodbye, goodbye. (runs off stage, returns talking with expressman.) Mildred: Could you wait a moment? (expressman stands fumbling with hat. Mrs. Jones hurriedly packs the clothes. She is just about to close the last trunk when a little girl comes in.) Girl: Mother, I want to carry my Teddy Bear with me when we ride. Mildred: I ' m sorry, dear. Mother has just finished packing the trunks and can ' t be bothered with your Teddy Bear. (girl starts to cry and whine, sits on floor and starts to kick. In desperation Mildred begins to unpack all the trunks.) Mildred: I can ' t seem to remember which trunk I put it in. (finally finds it in the last one, hands it to girl who leaves. ) Now please don ' t bother me any more, (to expressman) You don ' t mind waiting do you? Expressman: No, mum, but I don ' t think the train will wait. You only have twenty minutes left and it will take at least ten to get there! Mildred: (talking to herself) Oh dear, that old Mrs. Smith always makes me late. There, I think you can take these now. (expressman leaves with trunks. Mr. Jones walks in. Is all dressed except for pants. Has kimona on.) Mr. Jones: I ' ll be ready in a minute, now. Mildred: I ' m so excited I can ' t get my hat on. (puts her hat on backwards, doesn ' t realize mistake) . Mr. Jones: Where ' re my pants? I had them laid over this chair, ready to put on. (looks around with help of Mildred.) Mildred: Were they your gray flannels? Mr. Jones: Why yes. Mildred, don ' t tell me you — you didn ' t — oh Mildred! Mildred: I ' ve packed them with the other things and the express- man ' s gone. (both drop in respective chairs.) (Curtain) Frances Kaufman, High Nine.