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

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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.

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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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Battleships As I was sitting on tloe Joill, I Joappeued to see one day, A fleet of d eat to- gray battlestoips Afloat n pou tloe bay. T ' was evening time, and as I ivatcJoed TJoe Sun dropped sloicly doiun, Ke fleeting from ttoe dreadnoughts ' sides To San Francisco Town. Hoiu peaceful, yet Ijow terrible Tloese steel sea monsters seemed. Lazily tloe smotie porired out, yet Deadly guns from turrets gleamed. War ' s grim actions ttoey portrayed — Destruction, waste, and flglot. Tloen darlz.ness, litie a curtain fell. And blotted all from sigJot. Bill Grannell. THE SHOT Slowly, sedately, with her blond head erect she walked down between the lines of grim guards and took her place. As to any person about to drown or die, little incidents of her life came to her mind all in a rush and jumble. How her mother, dear soul, had tied up her sleeper sleeves to prevent her thumb sucking. The awful feeling of first putting her foot on the principal ' s threshold only to be complimented on her good behavior. Then the unforgiveable and unforgetable day when — A crisp voice barked out two crisp words, Ready — Shoot! It was all over! She had rung the basket and won for dear old Gar- field. Fog TJoe fog drifts silently in Over tloe ivater in long streamers. It lies in a luloite banli above tloe town. Only tall towers and spires of clour does Stand clear of it. If fills tloe canyons and Joangs wtoite wreatJos About tloe hill tops. Gordon Harding Low Seven.