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

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A rush to a seat, Food all gone too soon, A rush to get out , — T hat’s Garfield — at noon. Kenneth Coates, High Eight. The Happy T hi •ee Fitter, Fatter, Fitter, Fatter, Down the winding street Came three little children, In spite of rain and sleet. Thin ragged coats scarce kept them warm, But they just laughed with glee, For love they had, the greatest charm Of all — the happy three. Barbara Grenelle, Low Seven. SUN ON THE DESERT It was a hot day, a hot day even for the desert. The burning sands quivered and rolled as they lay unprotected from the scorching noon- day sun. The sky, blue as the mountain stream, was stained only by a small cotton-like cloud floating lazily about, but in the distance the sand and sky seemed to blend together almost as one. The only thing that broke that endless line was a small clump of trees away to the south. Beneath this grove, a lake spread far out over the land, reflecting the blue of the sky. The cool shade of the tall palms protected the patch of green grass nestled close to the trees. Then lake, trees, and grass all were gone, like a faded dream. A mirage! Hinsdale Latour, High Eight. My Grandmother’ s Garden 1 love to gaze out of the window At my Grandmother’s garden so fair, Seeing birds and butterflies flitting Around the sweet flowers dozen there. She has roses and stocks and carnations, There are hollyhocks graceful and tall That bloom in the summer and springtime, And chrysanthemums gay in the fall. Paul Eiben, Low Seven.

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The cause of this silence was there on the table , Steaming and bubbling as best it teas able. From it was spreading in vapors so fine All through the room an odor divine. Though it may seem to you, so lowly to be, ’Twas as essence of beauty that moment to me. It may seem so common, so vulgar to you, But to me it teas heavenly, that good ol’ beef stew! John Brenneis, Low Nine. SOMETHING I LEARNED FROM A FOREIGNER This is a story of harvesting in the Caucasus as told to me by my father, who spent some of his childhood years in that country. His grand- mother lived in a little town called Gori. She owned a vineyard about five miles outside of this town. Every autumn she would take all of her belongings and pile them on an arba (a two-wheeled cart drawn by buf- faloes) . This done, she would climb up on top and sit there. Thus she journeyed to her vineyard. After she arrived, she unloaded and settled herself for a stay of about six weeks. A few days later, the harvesting began. When all the grapes were picked, they were put into a very large vat. His grandmother then washed the feet of the gardener, who immediately stepped into the vat and crushed the grapes, the juice running out from a spout and into a huge jar which was sunken into the ground. The grape juice was not allowed to ferment in this, so it was transferred into buffalo skins. Then they were placed on the arba and taken to Gori. It was then emptied into large earthen cracks buried in the cellar. After it had fermented, the cracks were capped until wanted. Grandmother always saved some of the juice to make a kind of candy called tschustschella. This is made by stringing nuts and raisins and dipping them in some grape juice that had been thickened with potato starch. This was allowed to hang up for a few days, and, when well set, put away to become a favorite sweet- meat for the children during the coming months. Thus ends harvest time in the Caucasus and my story. Sophie Zane, High Seven. At Noon A tray gives a clank, Down falls a spoon; A call for some food , — That’s Garfield — at noon.

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ACTI VITI E S OFFICE AND NURSE’S ASSISTANTS A number of pupils assist in the office and coun- selors’ offices. Each receives one point for the Honor Society. The following assist in the office: Jean Ger- wick, Roger Davidson, Harry Graham, Bob Hoffman, Margy Hinton, Miriam Bronstein, Lily Mabey, Gor- don Ashford, Margaret Dutro, Lorene Turner, Marion Sandner, Sheila Chandler, Geraldine Scheibner, Berta Kessing, Marjorie Newdomb, Carol Hofmeister, Sarah Ellen Mitchell, Jack Temple, Nadine Foreman, Helen Weyand, Barbara Biscomb, Howard Cook, Virginia White, Peggy Heine, Sue Colvin, and Robert Barker. Andrew Foreman, Patsy Feyen, and Patricia Llewellyn help the nurse each morning. Each receives one point for the Honor Society. Mildred Hand, High Nine. FIRE PREVENTION WEEK A fire!” It’s next door!” Let’s go and see it!” These were the exclamations of several talented boys and girls on October 9th as they heard the fire engine come whizzing down the street and stop at the house next door. Out rushed Marjorie KcKee, Patsy Feyen, Dorothy Heck, Noreen Higgins, Bob Busby, Bernard Wallace, Jerry Nelson and Bob Clark to see the fire next door. After they came in again, Dorothy’s mother consented to having Fireman Marshall Hunt inspect their home for fire hazards. Martha Webb, the mother, was surprised to find the number of things that could set fire to their home, so she planned to have a house-cleaning. This play was presented under the direction of Mrs. Schwimley, dur- ing Fire Prevention Week, which was held from October 7th to 13th. It was given for three assemblies, and at the Hotel Whitecotton the same evening. Captain Higgs also spoke at our assemblies and gave us the encour- ing report that Berkeley took first place for having the lowest fire loss and the best fire prevention activities in 1933. He asked us to try to help prevent fires in our own home and lower the loss by fires, which loss is five hundred million dollars in property and ten thousand lives each year. We can help Captain Higgs by keeping basements, attics, yards, and garages clean and free from rubbish. Sheila Chandler, High Nine.