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

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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.

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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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A rush to a seat, hood all gone too soon, A rush to get out , — That’s Garfield — at noon. Kenneth Coates, High Eight. The Happy T hi •ee Titter, Tatter, Titter, Tatter, 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 I love to gaze out of the window At my Grandmother’s garden so fair, Seeing birds and butterflies flitting Around the siveet flowers down 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.