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

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Fourth cousin to my bride}” It is, milord, and please accept My deep apology. We did but look for robbers here, And sadly mistook thee .” I’ve lost my interest,” said the King; For I’ve had such a scare That I’ve decided after all I’ll not go to the fair.” Elinor Skimmings, High Nine. THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF SAM, A CAT My real name is Samuel, but my mistress calls me Sam. My sister’s name is Sue. I am black with a white bib” and white paws. When my mistress’ brother takes a bath, he always thinks I should have one also. But I hide under the sofa, until he is done. One day as I was taking my daily walk through the house, I had a very scary adventure. I am very curious about things and like to inves- tigate. I saw a little hole in the wall; so I jumped in. Thud! I fell on a pile of clothes. I blinked my eyes to be sure I wasn’t asleep and dreaming about Alice in Wonderland,” which my mistress had been reading. I meowed but it did no good, so I sniffed around to see if I could find a way out. Soon I heard a voice crying, I can’t find my kitty. Where are you, Sammy?” I meowed more loudly than ever and I soon saw some light. My mistress came to my rescue, picked me up, and petted me so much I was rather glad I fell into the hole. (I later found out it was the clothes chute) . Another time, I fell into the fish-pond. I was watching the gold-fish and put my paw in to catch one, when I found myself struggling to get out. Once, I went riding in the car to a farm. At supper time, I went to the barn with my mistress. We watched the men milk the cows. When they were done, I had a bowl of milk. That reminds me, I must go to supper. I would like to write to any cat that has adventures as I do. Nancy MacCaughey, Low Eight. Night T he sun has set Beneath the sea, Leaving the world In ecstacy. A star appears In splendor bright,

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mind right then that no one was going to call me a dinky stuck-up dog. The things that happened after that are almost unbelievable, but when that feeling left me, and I had fought almost every dog in the neighbor- hood, rolled in every mud puddle, and chased all the cars, I, instead of being a petted lap dog, was a very battered, be-draggled, but victorious Pomeranian, who had had his day. Olive Clarke, High Nine. UNMARKED GRAVES One day this summer, during my vacation in the Mother Lode coun- try, I chanced upon two crude unmarked graves. After considerable inquiry, my curiosity concerning these graves was gratified by the oldest man in the countryside, who related the following true story: Two Swedish sailors, Ole and Lars, deserted their ships in the San Francisco Harbor in 1850, and went mining. They were fairly success- ful, but as soon as each had a bag of yellow dust, the gold started to burn their pockets” and they resolved to go back to San Francisco and have a good time. They felt very rich as they sewed the gold into their belts, slung their roll of blankets over their shoulders and grabbed a piece of bacon. However, after they had walked half a day in the hot Cali- fornia sunshine, they became weary. Upon seeing what they thought was a gray horse in the distance, they decided that, being such rich men, they should ride. They resolved to catch the steed, which looked rather wild. They pursued it up a canyon and, alas, discovered too late, that it was a Grizzly bear. Now Ole and Lars are buried, side by side, just a half day’s journey from their old diggings. Mercedes Stroube, High Eight. The King’s Mishap T he King was on his trusty steed, As he went to the fair. Alas! he did not know what fate Had sent to meet him there. Suddenly from the deep, dark wood The enemy’s army came. The King ’most fell from his trusty steed, As he clung to his horse’s mane. The battle ensued in wonderful style, But nary a man teas hurt-, Until the King fell off his horse And tore his silken shirt. r( Alas, Alack, and deary me,” The frightened monarch cried; But is it note the Baron Blimp,

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Heralding forth The coming night. The great round moon Comes o’er the hills, Lighting even The smallest rills. And then the stars Come one by one, Until the sky Is over-run. Allen Sugden, High Nine. The Loveliest Thing (A Girl’s Idea) T he loveliest thing I have yet to see, Although I don’t know just what it will be, Maybe a flower so perfect and bright, Or it may be sunset changing to night. I’ve often thought when I saw the sunrise, That this beauty must be like a Paradise; Could it be stately trees reaching the sky, Or the mountain’s white crests that divide heavens high The loveliest thing I think I do see, Lovelier than all is friendship to me. Friendship that’s staunch and sturdy and bold, Friendship like this God gave us to hold. Emily Stout, Low Nine. The Loveliest Thing (A Boy’s Idea) T’was a cold and blustery winter day, And the children entering from hearty play, Into the kitchen so ivarm and good smelling, With boisterous whooping and howling and yelling. Then there suddenly settled a hush o’er the kids, A hush so loud you could hear the pot lids Yammering and Hammering as though from below The devil’s oivn helpers were tv anting to go.