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

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Oh Mother! You had better get that half inch of string hanging from Chornie’s mouth. Even a little string is bad.” Did you say a ' little?’ After all, three and a half yards is only a small part of a ball of string.” At last school is over and one hurries home to find the note. What could it be this time worse than another washrag?” Here’s Mother, at last, grimly clutching a rather gloomy little dog. What was it?” I ask. The pink washrag?” No! Good heavens! The bath-tub stopper!” Betty Ricker, Low Nine. Sanctuary When cares surround me like a pall And days are gray with myriad ills, 1 turn my back upon it all And seek my cabin in the hills. ’Tis there I find my antidote For worry of the sort tJjat kills — Heartache and strife are both remote From that sweet refuge in the hills. Kay Mitchelson, High Niue. SUPER-COLOSSAL Bill Chapman and his publicity agent friend, Jeff Hardy, were deep in thought. You could tell this because their heads were close together, and they spoke in solemn voices. You could also tell that they had been in conference for quite some time, for the dense blue smoke hung in stagnant spirals above their heads; they were speaking on that eventful day, of Bill’s chances in the movies. They were in fact formulating that plan, which, in later articles, was to be known as William Chapman’s Sensational Entrance Into the Movies!” That afternoon the Super-Colossal Movie Production Corporation was on location at an old ranch, which was the setting for a new Super- Colossal picture, The Heart of the Cow-Puncher.” There was a little flurry among the actors and actresses as the star, De Lancey Cabot, approached. The Most Romantic, Swashbuckling Hero Ever Seen on Stage or in Private Life” came hurrying up, apologizing for his tardiness, explaining that he had been a little late with his afternoon tea. Then came the terrible part of that momentous afternoon, for Cabot’s double could not be found, and the scene had to be taken before dark. It was necessary for Cabot’s double to ride a horse in the scene, but the double was not there, so Cabot must ride! But Cabot could not and would not do this, and finally had to be lifted, volubly protesting, to the saddle. All this time Bill and Jeff had been regarding the scene with amused smiles, for they were frequent visitors to the Super-Colossal set,

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The boy leaps; there is a slight struggle. A low menacing whisper! Something glints in the hands of the intruder — then silence. The visitor stands and strides swiftly to the hall. He walks a few steps, then, turns and enters another room. He closes the door softly. Then he laughs, a low, nervous, shaky laugh, and mutters, Whew! I made it! I am sure not going to stay out until twelve when dad tells me to come at ten again, and I’m sure glad Jimmy took that nickel. He won’t tell.” John Brenneis, Low Nine. CHORNIE Hello! Anyone at home?” I wonder where Mother can be.” A note!” Oh dear, oh dear, how could that dog have swallowed another wash- rag. That will make the third this week.” If anyone had told me that one small Scottie pup could possibly encompass the number and variety of things that Chornie does, I would have doubted his veracity. But one learns! Take for example today. The first cheep of the bird brings a little black head to the crack of the door. Then a flash and a bounce — a very wet, warm tongue and a wet, cold nose play indiscriminately from ear to ear, while four, small feet beat a joyful tattoo on your stomach. It’s morning! and of course you get up. You reach for your shoes and socks, put beside the bed the night before. One shoe may be under the desk but one will surely be half way down the stairs. And the socks? Look at them! If it were only the toes the mend would not show, but it’s alwavs the heels which seem to be the choicest morsels. So the red socks seek their fellows in the ragbag. You make a mental note to put the shoes and socks on the bureau hereafter. Hair combed; dress on at last. Down to breakfast? No. Where’s the belt? The back door slams. Across the muddy garden you see a flash of red trailing on the ground — the belt, but in no condition to wear. While you are at school, there are, of course, many things that need attending to at home. Mother collects the laundry first. I’ll do a little helpful sorting of laundry,” thinks Chornie. Then — Far too many corners on most towels.” So he co-operates, assiduously taking off the corners, giving the laundry the opportunity to take out the middle. The next interesting thing to be done is the mopping of floors. Both parties expend great effort on this. What matter if the poor mop is nearly bald at the end of the procedure? No bits of mop are to be seen. What happened to them?” I wonder.

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although Bill came more often to see the leading lady, Gloria Furness, who repeatedly snubbed him, than to see the shooting of the scenes. But to return to Cabot. Down the trail the horse galloped, with Cabot on his back, cutting an ungainly figure. The camera men were following their flight with the cameras, and everyone on the set was watching them. Bill and Jeff watched, too, more interestedly, perhaps, than the others. At the bottom of the hill was a pool. The trail went close to the right of it, but today, to Cabot’s horror, there was a large pile of brush in the center of the trail. The horse swerved sharply to the left, but Cabot went straight on, into the pool. He waded sputtering to the shore, for the pool was shallow. This was lucky, for Cabot’s swimming was as poor as his riding. They brought him back to the ranch, the director complaining that the scene must be shot” that very day. Perhaps, you have guessed the rest. Of course, Jeff suggested Bill for Cabot’s part, and the director, willing to try anything, did notice that Bill was a very presentable young man, did notice that he rode and photographed very well. In fact, he noticed these so much, that he mentioned them to Bill, and told him also to come to his office the next day and they would see about a contract. The director moved away, followed by cameramen and extras, one of whom said to Bill, The Big Boss is stuck on you; you’re in luck!” And Miss Furness, in passing, gave him a sweet, sweet smile. Said Bill to Jeff, Wonder who could have put brush on the trail!” Said Jeff to Bill, with a grin, Come up to my house for dinner and we’ll try to figure it out!” Marjorie McKee, High Nine. Hidden Faces Under the grasses after the snow There do the modest violets grow; Hiding their delicate beautiful heads Out of the sunshine , in soft mossy beds. Touched by the fairies , as blue as the sky, Sweet as a rose, the violets lie, Hiding their faces to never be seen, Only the leaves know where they have been. Janice Pape, High Nine. Before Datvn The spider’s web is the jewelry store of nature, The clouds are fleecy lambs grazing in a meadow of blue, The trees are spectral sentinels in the gloom, The grass is a velvet carpet laden with dew, Apollo is preparing to draw his chariot Across the sky, as the icorld becomes bathed in light. Emily Stout, Low Nine.