Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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$mo 2 THE TARGET McKinley Intermediate High School, Berkeley XXV. JUNE, 1916. No. 2. When The Third " Don ' t " Failed " Now, Frederick, there are three dont ' s I want you to remember. Num- ber one is don ' t take other people ' s word, in business; two, don ' t let friendship interfere with business, and three, don ' t take chances in loaning money. " So concluded Mr. Warren to his little six-year-old son. This New York banker ' s main enjoyment was such talks with his boy and he insisted that though Freddie didn ' t understand it would make an impres- sion which would be remembered later. " Why do you waste your time like that? " sighed Mr. Warren. Mr. Warren dabbled in stock a great deal and usually won. Th e next morning wheat dropped and he lost. This took his money at hand; leaving him out three hundred thousand dol- lars which meant that if he could not raise it immediately, the bank of which he was president would fail. He would lose all. Four hours were spent in telephoning and telegraphing for money. Finally he gave up in despair. He told his wife about it, not no- ticing the intense interest which Fred- die showed. By and by he disappear- ed but no one missed him. Finally with lagging steps Mr. War- ren climbed the stairs to his room where he dropped to a chair. No mat- ter how much he fought it, his mind kept wandering toward the revolver in his desk drawer. It would be so nice if it were all over. He absently picked up a note on his desk and be- gan to read. It was written with a great deal of pains though almost il- legibly. " Deer Dady — i fel that i am takking chanses inn lendding u thise mone. Howevr iff u wil bee careful off it i wil ask know enterest as it iss thee last i hav inn thee wurld. UR CARE FUL SUN. " Mr. Warren picked up the ten cents which lay on his desk. He decided to try again for if his son could trust him with all he had in the world surely someone would loan him what he needed. Putting on his hat he strode out. He turned to look at the home he had almost given up. Now he gazed at it fondly as though it were already recovered, like a mother who appreciates her child the more when it has been at death ' s door and returned. That afternoon Mrs. Warren an- swered the phone and her husband ' s voice came joyfully over the wire. " It is all saved Laura. Mr. Traeger has loaned me the money. I ' ll tell you more when I get home. Good- bye. " As his mother hung up the phone, Freddie asked what it was. " You wouldn ' t understand dear, but your father has got a loan of a large sum of money which means a great deal to us. " Freddie smiled tolerantly as much as to say, " Oh, wouldn ' t I understand, I guess I knew about that loan long before you did. " That night Mr. Warren woke sud- denly to feel a cold little hand clutch- THE TARGET 3 ing his like a drowning man grasping a log. " Da-ad-dy is you there? " piped a thin, little, frightened voice out of the unfathomable darkness. " Yes, " uttered the man as he emerged from troubled dreams to the realization that all was safe once more. " Forgive me, Daddy, for loaning on chance, " came the voice a little more assured. " Yes, son, " said Mr. Wairen as he gathered the shivering little body in the bed beside him. " If it hadn ' t been for that loan I would probably still be sitting in my chair thinking, that all were fools, who enjoyed life. The third " don ' t " failed for once. " CAMILLE HAYNES. A HIDEOUS MONSTER I was startled by a rustle in tli£ bushes, followed by a horrible roar- ing and hissing sound. It loomed into view, a terrible looking, green- eyed monster. As it drew near I could see a sharp, glistening pair of eye-teeth, each nearly a yard in length. Too frightened to scream, I stood there dumfounded. It was drawing nearer and nearer at a slow, tantal- izing pace. It grinned wickedly. To my greatest terror, ilt was now crouching as if to spring at me. What could I do? I was glued to my tracks! I had just decided to turn and run, when it pounced upon me, sticking its huge, sharp claws deeply into my ribs, and shaking me terribly. " Get up for breakfast this minute, " scolded my mother, " or I will have Yama clear the table. " RALPH POWELL. THE KNIGHT OF THE GRAY CASTLE In England, long ago, there lived a young knight in an old gray castle, on the bank of a river. Tiring of fighting and tournaments, he decided to go out in search of other adven- ture. Attired in his steel-gray armor, Sir Kenny mounted his coal-black charg- er, and set forth to seek an adven- ture. He rode into the gloom of the for- est, and after many days, came to a miserable little cabin on its edge. Sir Henry being tired and hungrv, stopped at the hut to ask for food and shelter for the night. The door flew open, and there stood an ugly little gnome. " Enter, enter, " croaked the little gnome. That night as Sir Henry was lying awake in the little hut, suddenly a horde of ugly little gnomes sprang at him out of the darkness. They beat him with thorny sticks, pinched him, and pulled his legs and arms, but Sir Henry uttered not a sound Then there was a noise like distant thunder, the gnomes disappeared, and Sir Henry sprang to his feet and looked around in a dazed manner. In- stead of the miserable little hut he had been in, he was now in a beauti- ful castle. He went to the banquet hall, and there stood the most beautiful prin- cess he had ever seen. She had been put under a spell by her wicked step- mother, and had to take the form of a little gnome, until some knight came by who was brave enough to endure the treatment of the gnomes without making any outcry. Sir Henry and the beautiful prin- cess were married, and lived happilv in the Gray Castle. ALICE MEANS 4 THE TARGET The Legend of the Prince and the Priest Father Pepio ' s name suited him very well, as he was as round as a butterball, for the good people of the city kept him very well fed. Indeed, I don ' t think he had had more than a dozen meals in his own home, all of his life. When Father Pepio was well out of sight one of the boldest men of the village, to whose house the Priest used to go more than to any other place, described the Priest as being " most the fattest man he ever saw, with cheeks that anyone would mis- taken for big red juicy apples. " But there was one thing that the Priest lacked, and that was hair. Anyone could easily count the few little bris- tles that stood up on his head. Father Pepio had often said he was never afraid of anything or anybody, and not many days ago he had been telling the village folk of all of his brave deeds, so when the village heard that near the city lived a man who was so fierce that " he ate people alive, " they all turned to Father Pepio for help. How the few poor little bristles on Father Pepio ' s head stood on end when he was told what was expected of him! But he could not have the villagers think him a coward. So on the day appointed the Priest started out with a sack over his shoul- der. All the village folk laughed heartily when they saw him on his old mule. But this did not disturb the Priest in the least; he was think- ing that if he caught this terrible mon- ster, he would be treated with more respect, and get better meals than ever before. So off he rode. Father Pepio had forgotten to ask the villagers to describe the wild man, so when he came to where he was told this fierce person lived, he got off his mule and began to creep about, trying to find him. From the distance the Priest heard the galloping of hoofs, and nearer and nearer it came, until Father Pepio could see quite plainly a beautifully dressed man on as gorgeously arrayed a horse. " This, " thought he, " must be the wild man; no roy al personage would come through the wild country of Spain unguarded. " Father Pepio thought, " Maybe he has stolen this beautiful horse and these clothes from some very rich knight, and he is on his way to Gra- nada. He will then pretend he is some lost prince, and before the peo- ple will know what to do he will have begun his deadly mission. " Nearer and nearer the steed came, until poor scared Father Pepio jumped behind a big clump of bushes and hid. The horse stopped and, to the dis- may of ' he Priest, this monster alighted. Then the strange man walked right over to where Father Pepio was hid- ing. Father Pepio, gaining some con- trol, reached for his bag, and just as the Prince (for he was really a lost prince), drew near, Father Pepio threw the sack over his head, tied it very firmly around the Prince ' s legs and arms, and started for Granada. Much to the dismay of the people was it when the sack was opened, to find a Prince! The Prince told his story, how he had strayed from his guards. " And THE TARGET 5 when I stopped on the road to rest a few moments, I was caught and brought here before all you people, " said the Prince, out of breath. He pardoned Father Pepio, on con- dition that he would be more careful in the future. The Priest lived to an old age, but he never again told the village folk of his deeds of valor. LEILA SHIELDS. THE GARDEN As I first opened the massive iron gate, I stepped back in surprise, for I had not expected the garden of this deserted house to be so wonderful. The tall, stately hollyhocks reached almost up to the front windows of the old-fashioned house. A large elm tree shaded the left side and on the right was a patch of green lawn sprinkled with daisies. A fountain, which I could see had not been used for years, stood in the center of this patch. As I walked around to the back of the house I saw there were wonder- ful beds of old-fashioned flowers — peonies, foxgloves and syringa. The roses were in bloom, too, yellow, red, white and pink ones. Climbing over the back porch was a Cecil Bruner and the well was covered with dusty ivy. A small summer house almost covered with morning glories invited me. As I stood in the garden alone, I thought of the city and the build- ings so near. I walked slowly to the front again and passed through the gate. A FLOCK OF ANGELS. After a short period of West Point life, George Grayson found it no bed of roses. He was precisely the type of plebe that the yearlings took most delight in tormenting and he got more than his full share. Before his first guard duty he was carefully crossquestioned by " Pete " Bennett, the ringleader of his tor- mentors, as to just what he would do were every conceivable emergency to arise on his post. When he arrived at his place, how- ever, all was quiet, and, he reflected, " At last I ' m rid of those pests for a little while at least. That Pete is officer of the guard to-night, though, and I suppose he ' ll be able to find something to do to me. " Several times during the evening he thought he heard peculiar noises in the great elm tree at one end of his beat, but decided it to be only the summer breeze. Promptly as the clock struck eight, fearful noises, moans and se pulchral groans issued from the tree-top, mak- ing his hair stand on end. Wh-wh-oo-oo g-g-oes there? " he chattered, his knees trembling and his face ashen. Clear and sweet came the answer, " A flock of angels descending on your post. " At that two ruffians rushed out from behind a hedge, took his gun away and left him stretched flat upon the ground. Crash! Smash! Thump! came the sound of a heavy falling body. With a final crash " Pete " appeared out of the elm and gave poor Grayson five demerits for " not saluting an officer when he appears on your post. " MARJORIE LEVIN. KATHARINE WILDER. 6 THE TARGET The Though it has been over twelve years since " The Target " made its first appearance in print it seems but 3 r esterday that a joyous, strong, intel- ligent body of twenty-seven boys and sixteen girls, whom I was privileged for three years to call mine, con- ceived the idea of its publication. Whatever success it achieved at that time was due to the loyal, enthusias- tic service of every member of the " June Class of 1904, " who never tired in their efforts to make " The Target " worth} ' of McKinley School. Had the venture failed, we shoulG have felt the effort worth while, for arget we grew in the doing, better than we knew. That " The Target " has lived on through so many years as the of- ficial organ of McKinley is very grat- ifying; that it has attained such a high standard among school produc- tions is evidence that the same fine spirit of endeavor that characterized the class that launched it still per- vades the school life of your school. That " The Target ' has become an im- portant factor in the school and com- munity is very pleasing to those who have loved it longest and best. ELIZABETH MILLER. THE TARGET 7 " Here ' s Rosemary — That ' s For Remembrance It is good for a graduate to look back upon the years that are gone, to cast up the accounts of his mem- ories, to think of those days of be- ginnings when the seeds of am- bitions and ideals were being set in the garden of his life. It is good to remember because the memory fills one ' s heart with gratitiide. Shall I tell you the manner of my remem- brance? Just two weeks ago I wandered thru an old garden that is spread be- neath great gnarled oaks beside a happy singing stream. It was very late, and dark, for only the blue star- shine lit the garden paths. I paused in passing to watch the water break in hurried spray over the brown stones, but hardly had I bent to look, when out from a clump of ferns, pushing aside the damp fronds in his hurry, plunged an elf — hand high, dressed all in green with a flower cap tilted back from his smiling face, and a spray of Rosemary between his lips. I remem- ber noticing a book, almost as big as himself, strapped under his arm. Without a word of warning he clam- bered up beside me, and I, astonished, felt myself shrinking to his size. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, he had spread the book out on his knees and was smiling at the pictures there and talking half aloud with now and then a smile. As [ looked over his shoulder, the night and the starlit garden seemed to van- ish quite away. Only I heard his gay little whispering voice crooning a song that I half remembered. Let us off and away, while the mem- ories stay, To that far land the elf children made, To the land of recalling, where dream petals, falling, Bring thoughts that are never to fade. Let us pause as we skim o ' er the dream pages dim, Where the old days by magic are shown, Let us look and be glad, for the dear days we had Still live — yea they never have flown! Beneath his hurrying fingers the pictures seemed alive. They showed me those happy hours seven years ago when McKinley school was home to the ' 09 class. Again I hurried into the building with its wide, cool halls and its shuttered windows, in and out of the familiar class rooms. Now the " Target " staff was gathered in Miss Fisher ' s room discussing plans for the last issue — for stories and poems and the prophecy. Then, as the elf turned the heavy pages, I saw the old assembly hall. It was Lin- coln ' s birthday and we were gathered together to sing and speak of the man whom we had grown to love. I heard the songs again and felt the uplift of the assembly as we sang to- gether. I saw Miss Ellerhorst at the piano leading and singing with us, for our enthusiasm was hers. Before I had time to linger over the picture, he turned the pages with a chuckle. It was graduation day. We were hurry- ing to and fro from Wilkins ' Hall 8 THE TARGET busy making garlands, decorating for the afternoon, wreathing the lights with greenery and flowers. Then, in a moment, the picture of the last ex- ercises opened before me. A group of familiar faces on the platform to- gether for the last time, the sweet strains of familiar music, and words rehearsed for many weeks; the sad thought of parting, all lived before me again. As I bent over the last picture, the elf ceased crooning his song. He looked at me for a mo- ment, and his eyes asked whimsically, " How much did it all mean to you? " I found myself thinking in answer to his query, " Why all the best gifts my life has known had their beginning in those days! There were those whose faith set me to work, to strive for life ' s deepest treasures. There the seeds of ambition were set well and wisely in my heart. The love of beauty, of art, and of music was first awakened in these class rooms, and there the love of teachers and school mates came first to teach me the wonder of friendship. All that I have grown to hold highest, I owe to those dear days of planting — the days at McKinley school. " I turned to look again at the curi- ous book, to tell the elf of its meaning. He was nowhere to be seen! At my elbow a wild columbine swung, bending from the fern bed. Somewhere out in the night a wild bird whistled as tho to mock my thought of the elf — but do you know, close in my fingers there lay three leaves and a stem that I had not seen before — I held the fairy ' s charm — a fragrant sprig of Rosemary. DORIS McENTYRE. HAPPY THOUGHTS By Edith Hilles WONDERINGS I wonder where the waves go to When they run back from land — I ' ve often watched them do that way When playing in the sand — I wonder where the dark comes from And how it lives all day. I wonder how the fire feels When the sparks have gone away. I have so many wonderings, At night, when lights are out, That early in the morning I forget to ask about! OUR DOG Sometimes I ' d like to be our dog — He has such lots of fun! Just playing all the morning through, Or sleeping in the sun. And while I have to sit and learn Whole rows of A B C ' s, I see him through the window there, As happy as you please — And when at night my mother turns The nursery lamp down dim, And kisses me — why then I ' m glad I ' m me, instead of him. SONG OF THE ROAD Give me the road that winds up hill, With the valley ' s green below me, And the friendly gossip of little cart;, As they clatter to and from me. Give me the clouds of changing blue, And the wind to blow beside me — And when at night the world is still, A star or two to guide me. DISTANCE The cool of wind, the blue of sky, The mist of white clouds drifting by, The stir of leaves, the breath of rain — I stand on hills above the plain — And faint, like echoes from the sea, The sound of worlds floats up to me. THE TARGET 9 IN WINTER In winter time I always hate To get up out of bed. Sometimes I think I ' ll shut my eyes And play that I am dead — So nurse will be quite fooled, you see, And after while stop calling me. GREETINGS TO " THE TARGET " Full well we of the class of 1910 remember the great interest we took in our edition of " The Target " in which our greatest event, our Cali- fornia Day, was recorded. We were the first class to graduate from the eighth grade after the installation of the Introductory High School sys- tem and our celebration, while not really a graduation, took on all the interest, solemnity, and excitement which before we had expected to ex- perience. The whole theme of the exercises was praise for our " Golden State " which was expressed in the addresses, songs, and decorations of California poppies. It was a true California Day and one which stirred our patriotic feeling for our state, — ■ a day which will not be forgotten by those who witnessed it. MARY E. LIPMAN, VASSAR AND DEMOCRACY As I have talked with people out- side of. Vassar about the college I have been both amused and discour- aged to find that more people have heard of its " Daisy Chain, " than of any other feature of the college life. And it seems to me a great pity that our one undemocratic custom should be thus emphasized abroad. For we are essentially a democratic col- lege and we live a community life. There are no sororities to separate us and cause rivalry and bitter feel- ing. We do not need the sorority unit for our social life because the college is so limited that practically all the girls can live in the campus dormitories. So I think it is this feeling of unity which is one of the best things in the life of the college. Although there is a strong class spirit, there is a still stronger college spirit. Whenever we meet, whether it be in the more serious moments ot chapel and self-government meet- ings, or in the glad ones of " College Singing, " we are conscious of our- selves as a college, not as individuals or groups of individuals. MARGARET MILES. Vassar College, May 11, 1916. Dusk The breathing dark creeps ' round me; on my hair Dim forms grow dimmer, but still, sweet upon my hair Its odorous tendrils cling, damp, The mist is clinging, and the dark faintlv sweet; sky nears; Its incense, borne upon the soft, A crushed rose gives its perfume to warm air the air; Stirs the still throbbing flowers at my The night is Peace — and yet, O won- feet. ter! tears! GRACE MADDOCK. 10 THE TARGET From (Mrs. Perkins has kindly permitted us to publish this extract from a let- ter received from her son, a grad- uate of McKinley and Annapolis, — Lieutenant Whitley Perkins.) U. S. S. GALVESTON, Shanghai, China, February 3, 1916. Dear Mother: I haven ' t written you since the day before leaving on our shooting trip up-country; since then I have been away for a week and found your let- ters of Dec. 13th and 30th upon my return. Our trip was a huge success from every point of view so I will tell you about it from start to finish. Five of us started out — the chief engineer, three bluejackets, and I. We had already made arrangements with a German friend to plan the trip for us from Nanking. Leaving on the 11:00 p. m. train Friday, Jan. 21st, we readied Nanking the next morn- ing at seven — that is three of us did, for the other two missed the train. Our German friend met us at tlic station and took us out to his place where we spent most of the day waiting for the other fellows who finallv came up on the afternoon train. It was snowing hard — the first snow of the winter, and we all felt the cold too much for comfort. How- ever that didn ' t keep us inside, for all hands bundled up in sweaters and heavy clothes and rode out to the lake outside the walls to try our luck with the ducks. We got out in little sam- pans and poled around the lake in the China blinding snow, but met with very lit- tle success. There were plenty of ducks and geese but it was impossible to get near them. One mallard was all T could account for. We finally gave it up as a bad job and returned to the house, nearly frozen, where systematic applications of hot " chow ' ' and hot rum put the bunch back on their feet again. The next morning found us off bright and early on our start for the mountains. We had a lot of bedding and chow, and the start, with a dozen or so yelling coolies was far from quiet. We rode in carriages about five miles to the South Gate of the city, where everything was trans- ferred to donkeys — even us. Before I go further, I may as well say a word about the city of Nan- king, if you have never been there. Tt is an enormous place — covers much more territory than the city of New York. For a couple of thousand years it was the capital of China — giving way to Peking when the Man- chus overthrew the government about five hundred 3 r ears ago. The city is surrounded by an enor- mous wall, about fifty feet high and forty-six miles long. It is over seven miles across the city. A very large part of the place was destroyed by the rebels during the Taiping Rebel- lion in the 60s, and some very good pheasant shooting may be had right in the city out near the famous Ming Tombs. Well, to continue my story, wo headed for the mountains on don- keys, but we walked most of the THE TARGET 11 time, for it was too cold to ride. ]t bad stopped snowing, and the coun- try was beautiful with about four inches of snow over everything. We left the donkej ' s about six miles out snd struck out across the fields and hills, with the hopes of picking up some game on the way to our camp. The donke} s followed the main path. No one had much luck — I saw only one deer, and being rather soft, we were pretty tired when we reached our temple perched up on the top of a 2,000-foot mountain. We had a fine place to stay; we had a big room in an old temple; a good cook, couple of boys, and the Chinese priests were very accommo- dating. There were a couple of other Germans stopping there who had been there for a week or so be- fore, and all eight of us messed, slept, and had our being , in the one large room. Someone said it looked like a " ten cent Dago flop-house " with eight bunks laid out side by side in the straw; it was comfortable and all hands kept warm and happy any- way. They all envied me my fine sleeping-bag I had made in Shang- hai; I wouldn ' t have parted with it for a lot. It was made of heavy, water-proof khaki, lined inside witii two horse blankets; ins ide of that was a bag made of two goat skin rugs, hair inside; a bag made of a sheet fitted inside cf that, and you slept like a " bug in a rug " in it. The next morning we started out on our first day ' s real hunting; six of us, each with his coolie, and two dogs. It was clear and cold — just perfect weather for shooting, everything be- ing covered with ice and snow. We would work down the hillside and ra- vines in line, the cover not being thick. We had been out less than half an hour when someone on the left put up a fine grey fox. It was a pretty sight— the dog at its heels as it came galloping over the snow. I killed it with the shotgun at about thirty yards. A few minutes later someone fired at a pheasant and put up a deer in the cover near a farm house; it ran across a small orchard and 1 killed it at about the same dis- tance. That was a propitious start, but in reality, it was only the begin- ning. That day, we bagged five deer and twenty-six pheasants, besides the fox and several rabbits. I wish you could see a Chinese pheasant cock up from the cover; it is truly a beautiful sight, and hard shooting, too, considering the large size of the bird. He makes a noise like a dozen quails rolled into one, and usually gets up so close and at such unexpected times that you are startled into a miss. I did some rot- ten shooting at them when I was up at Shiasu before, but I ' ve learned how to get ' em now. We were really too far up the mountains for good pheasant shooting, but deer was what we wanted and we certainly got them. The next morning we were off again and the bag was five deer also; I got two that day. We bagged very few birds after the first day. We didn ' t try to start too early any morning; always took plenty of time for a good breakfast, filled our can- teens with coffee, a little chow in our pockets, and a frying pan. In the middle of the day, we would go over to some native house or temple, fry some bacon, warm beans and coffee over the little charcoal fires and en- joy a good lunch, returning for din- ner about four-thirty. After that the more enthusiastic members would go up to the old ruined pagoda near by, 12 THE TARGET and get some good evening wing shooting at the wild pigeons that made their home there. The third day Otto started back for Nanking, and we went out that morning five strong. As usual we got five deer that da - also, of which my share was one. four pheasants, and two woodcocck. The next day we planned to return to Nanking, but went out for a short hunt in the morning. I got one deer and one of the others bagged one. After lunch we strung out all our game on a rack to take a picture of it — it was a fine sight, believe mv. Here is what was on the rack: 17 deer, one fox, one porcupine, 36 pheasants, six rabbits, two wood- cock, 18 doves, 6 teal ducks. I will send you a photo when the} " are fin- ished. One fellow beat me on the deer — he got six e ' eer and seven pheasants. I got five deer, one fox and eleven pheasants. I also shot another fox with the rifle, but the beast dropped into his hole in the rocks and I lost him. Much of the snow was gone and the riding was fine coming back. We rode the donkeys most of the way, arriving at Nanking about dark. It took ten donkej r s to bring our bag- gage and game back. We w ere due to catch the 11:00 p. m. train back to Shanghai, but our baggage didn t show up. Later we found that it had arrived at the gates after sevjn o ' clock and the soldiers wouldn ' t al- low it to enter. That made it necessary to leave one of the bunch behind to look out for it, and he came on the next morn- ing. We came aboard ship last Fri- day morning with nothing. Of course the gang all began to run us about being " fire-side " hunters, etc. We just let them rave on, saying that we had had bum luck and didn ' t bring a thing back, but you should have seen their eyes open when the boat came over that afternoon about half full. The doctor, who had been away by himself, came back the next day with 18 ducks and a goose and we cei- tainly have a cold storage full of game now; been living on the fat of the land, believe me. ANOTHER DREAM Ah! Fate, 1 stand upon the precipice; And who shall dare to spurn thine offering With more tear-laden sigh, and who shall spring With less of gladness back from the abyss Than 1? And yet, if dreams can hold such bliss, And warm blood flow, and sad heart yearn to sing, By vision of the best the world can bring, Then, Fate, 1 seek another dream than this! A deeper hope, a fuller love, shall grow, Until the very fetters that I scorned Gird with a binding bond, so that I fain W ould linger when the clear call come to go — Knowing, that I had not died un- mourned, Knowing, that I had not lived in vain. AUDREY DAVIES. THE TARGET 13 Main O ' Dreams Through the warm scented air of a cloudless June day, Sir Gawain, mounted on a coal black charger, rode down the broad highway which led from Camelot -to his Castle of the Crags. " ' Oil ' s wounds! " he grumbled be- tween snatches of song, " this mid- day blistereth ! Would I had ne ' er set out upon this quest that I begged our Lord Arthur to grant me. Sooner would I follow the deer in the cool, dim aisles of the forest; aye, or pur- sue some fair maiden through moon- lit paths of my lady queen ' s rose garden. Why, oh why didst thou leave Camelot, Gawain thou fool! " With a softly muttered oath, the knight flung himself from his saddle and sank upon the cool grass in the shade of an old elm. The way sim- mered dustily in the blazing sunlight. " And thou hast come all this dis- tance because of a dream. Ah, but what a dream! What lustrous eyes and mocking lips like the red pome- granate flower, that beckoning snow- white hand, that silvery laugh ming- ling like the rippling of a woodland stream with the sweet music of her voice. And these things I dreamed to see in the frowning, gray old court- yard of my castle. Heigh-ho! a good- ly distance traveled in search of my Maid o ' Dreams. But if the dream be true " Once more he mounted to the sad- dle and with a blithe song on his lips, galloped onward tow r ard the distant goal. At eventide he reached his castle and with his sword-hilt knocked on the heavy gate. " Open! ' Tis thy master, Gawain. Open at once, " he cried. The gate swung wide, the drawbridge fell with a clang and the young knight rode with a clatter of hoofs into the court- yard. There were his few servants and retainers drawn up to welcome him. He flung his bridle to the groom as he dismounted and turned abruptly to the porter. " Hast been entertaining a maiden in the castle whilst I was absent? A maiden young and fair to look upon? " " A maiden, sire? " The porter ' s mouth fell agape. Gawain laughed and swung away toward the hall of the castle. " Thou ' rt a sly fellow, " he called back, and laughing the more disap- peared in the shadow of tht doorway. Shaking his head sadly, the porter returned to his lodge. In the great dining hall lit by many torches sat Sir Gawain alone, attired in crimson velvet and gold. " Bah! " he muttered, " dream maiden indeed! Quests! By Our Fair Lad , back to Camelot I go this very night ' " Oh, not to-night. " The sweet voice mingled with rippling laughter came from the hall. The voice of the dream maiden! With a bound Gawain reached the doorway and pushed aside the dusty curtains just in time to see a maiden ' s figure running down the dim hall. Without a second ' s hesitation he darted in pursuit. The mocking laugh- ter drifting back to his ears, made him tingle with desire to catch the elusive damsel before him. Out into the moonlit courtyard she sped, and after her, Gawain. Then he stopped in dismay; she had disap- peared! 14 THE TARGET " By my halidom! ' Tis strange I am so harassed, " he exclaimed, and frowning, turned back to the dining hall. Here a new surprise awaited him; the room before so brilliantly lighted was now in darkness save for the moonlight which streamed through the barred windows. As he hesitated in angry wonder on the threshold, the sound of a lute reached his ears and a sweet voice singing the words of a love song. Then he saw the object of his dreams, a slender figure in a carved chair by the window. Clad in white, with jewels flashing in hair and gown, she looked almost wraith-like in the moonlight. But even that white glow could not dim the brightness of her starry eyes nor change the crim- son of her lips. Her teeth flashed in a smile at his look of dismay, and to the accompaniment of the lute she sang: " Love is a will-o ' -the-wisp that lures. Ah, but ' tis passing sweet. Follow it, lad, if thy faith endures, Follow with flying feet, For ' tis sweet, sweet, bitter and sweet, Sweeter than all things sweet. " " Aye, that I will, lady fair, " cried Gagain, and leaped suddenly forward, arms outstretched to grasp her; but his fingers closed on nothing, for she had sprung unheeding to the window ledge, a quaint, ghostly figure, a very spirit of moonlight, she stood, and sang on. " Wait, I am coming! " But she did not wait. While the last note quiv- ered on the air she vanished into the night. Gawain leaped after her, plun- ging into the abyss of silver moon- light. Down, down, down, he fell. ijf. " dp. . " Jp. With a start he awoke. Before, the way still simmered in the blazing sun- light. " F faith! what a dream, " he ex- claimed, stretching stiffly in his ar- mor. " Farewell to dreams; they ' ve played me tricks enough, I trow. " He rose and swung into his saddle. Turning his horse ' s head toward Ca- melot, he rode slowly, his eyes bent on the ground. Then, suddenly rous- ing himself from his reverie, he spurred his horse to a gallop. " ' Od ' s wounds! I go no further on this quest. It pleaseth me not; back to Camelot I go, where maids are more substantial if less fair. " So rec- onciled, he was soon lost from sight. CAROL EBERTS, ' 09. Reprinted from ' The Aegis " of No- vember, 1911. THE ILL-FATED BARUNDA BIRD (A Fable from the Sanskrit) Creatures that have two separate necks Which differ when they dine, W ill die like a Barunda bird, Unless the necks combine. In a certain pond hereabout there lived birds called Barundas. They had a single stomach and two necks apiece. Now as one of these birds was wandering about at its own sweet will, one of its necks got some am- brosia somewhere. " Give me half, " said the second neck. But the first refused. Then the second neck was angry and found some poison some- where and ate it. So the bird died, because it had a single stomach. MARGARET BUCKHAM, ' 04. THE TARGET 15 Just A Glimpse A rare old manuscript, somewhat browned by time, and neatly tied with a bit of gold-colored ribbon, re- cently came into our possession. We opened it with interest and found it to be the carefully written essay of Marie Riley, who was a member of the class of 1902, which held its simple graduation exercises in room four of McKinley school, and con- sisted of thirty-nine boys and girls, pupils of Miss Eleanor Smith. The following extract is just a bit taken from this review of the Eighth grade work of the class: " As we recall the hours spent in the school room, and dream of the happy past, strange forms appear before us. What is this dark-robed figure dart- ing here and there, richly dressed In clauses, phrases, and sentences, with flowing locks bound by conjunc- tions? " ' Grammar! stand you forth and give reasons for the torture j ' ou have caused us! ' " ' Torture I have caused you ! Rather pleasure. Hoav could you give the synopsis in the second person sin- gular, solemn style, passive, inter- rogative, negative, or conjugate any verb in the English language without me? Little you may now realize what I have done for you, but as you grow wiser you will recall how T shared with you, rather than you with me! ' " But who is this tern man of for- bidding aspect that now approaches? He is dressed in Arabic costume, his head ornamented with a wreath of decimals. He stoops to pick up an apothem that hs dropped from his hand, and see, he has under his arm a bundle of Partial Payments, Stocks, and Prisms, and I verily believe he is slyly chewing. " I can endure no more! ' Hence, vul- gar fraction of a man! Begone, and at your own multiplication table mas- ticate alone your cube and square roots. ' " How we have sunk this year — up scale and down scale, sharps and flats, bass and tenor, high soprano and con- tralto; sometimes on the key, and sometimes off, with high notes and low notes, round notes and full notes, yea, and cracked notes, all with an accompaniment of jangling keys, not to speak of hemi-demi-semi-quavers. But oh! the joy of it all! " On rainj ' days we hold receptions in the halls, but the teachers often have to act rather as guardians of the peace, than as the reception commit- tee. On sunshiny days we jump rope in the yard. We can all jump French, Dutch, and Spanish, but foreign rope is not allowed as our principal thinks that English is the foundation of a good education. A high fence sepa- rates the girls ' yard from the boys ' but in spite of this barrier their base- balls fly over faster than we can throw them back. Some of the girls are fine pitchers from such continual practice. " Some days, when we return from our luncheon, we hear of great times having gone on in the teachers ' lunch room when Mr. Aitkin, the sculptor, or some other important personage, is being entertained. We 16 THE TARGET hear of ice cream and cake, salted crackers and olives, and we wish we could take a peep into the pantry, but one o ' clock comes just the same on those days and Ave grind on. " Well may we have great expecta- tions of the coming years, but as we bid each other good-bye, let us keeo a warm spot in our hearts for our dear teacher who has labored so con- scientiously and faithfully to lay for us the foundation of that priceless treasure, a good education. " A FOUR YEARS ' STAY IN EUROPE Miss Ellerhorst has asked me to write a brief account of my four years ' stay in Europe. I arrived in Bremerhafen, Ger- many, early in November, 1910. The first impression of Germany was a very pretty one with its flat green shore and the red-tiled roofs of the town. This part of the country is very much like Holland. From Bremerhafen we took a short ride to Bremen, a very quaint old city. Everything about the place was extremely clean, in fact the buildings are painted every year. From there Ave Avent to Dresden Avhere Ave spent the winter. Quiet Dresden, where the main topic of con- versation Avas the Opera, and the street-cars were decorated with elab- orate signs as to the proper -Avay to get off. These last make a very good Avay to learn German, however. If you feel adventurous you can try to talk German to some of the women dragging carts loaded with Avashing through the streets, sometimes assist- ed by a dog. With their strong dia- lect, and one or tAvo teeth, it is not an easy proposition. We spent the next three Avinters in Berlin, most of which is as neAV and modern as any American city. One of the interesting things there to see or rather hear, for they make a lot of noise, Avas the daily flight of a Zeppelin over the city. The trip started from Potsdam, fleAV over the Spree and the Havel with their canals, on over Berlin lasting tAvo hours for the price of fift} ' dollars. They have never had an accident AA ' ith their pas- senger Zeppelins. I haven ' t space to Avrite about ou; trips to other ' countries, so I shall only tell about Germany. We saw the big Fall Parade in Sep- tember, when the Kaiser reviewed 60,000 troops of Berlin and Potsdam. They made a brilliant spectacle with their bright uniforms and flashing helmets. There is so much to see in Europe that one could go again and not touch a single toAvn visited before. But the most interesting part is the people themselves, the types you see in the streets and those whom you learn to knoAA r better. I hope this rambling account has been of some interest to you. RUTH BURCHARD. DEAR OLD McKINLEY SCHOOL To McKinley School for many years We ' ve gone in rain or sun, But now those happy days are o ' er, They ' ve built another one! Oh, stately Frances Willard School! We know Ave ' ll love you well, But to dear old McKinley School We ' re loath to say farewell. MARYALLEN BENNETT. THE TARGET 17 Prayer in Summer A summer ' s day: — thruout the hol- low, heat; Above, a sky all hazy in mild blue, Its even round broken by seraph shapes That sail and brood and sail like fantasies ; The buzz of insects ' mongst the live- oak leaves, The lazy call of distant chanticleer, The whirr of quail, the wind-drawn harmonies Across the hill-top where the wild- oats bend A-shimmer, with Ithuriel ' s-spear be- tween And there a half-hid hare-bell; — what are we That Thou shouldst hearten us with gifts like these In measureless abundance? Grant us more Even than glads the eye or thrills the ear, TRAINS Our school life is something like the railroad tracks we used to draw in perspective, except that we begin them at the vanishing point. As Ave grow older, and more experienced, they become wider and wider. But at the same time the ties or stumbling blocks become larger. So far we have only come a little way, but re- member that as we go on we must meet other " trains, " some bound in the forward direction, some in the other. Let us always be on the right track, going in the right direction, through schoo l, university, and life. RANDOLPH VAN NOSTRAND. Dec. ' 13 Whereof we, child-like, may partake this day: Some humble sharing of Thy spirit ' s power; Thou knowest our hunger for it, yea, our thirst, Albeit we call for other food than this. Let us not sink indifferent in our sloth, Or lose Thy nearness in the race for gold, Forgetful of our kin bowed down by toil, Forgetful of Thy work that all must share. Grant us Thy peace, and grant us, too, O Lord, Some larger vision from Thy firma- ment. LORRAINE ANDREWS. McKinley School, 1904. THE ALPS. The Matterhorn has not been scaled, Though many times men tried, Who sought for sport and wealth and fame, But all unknown they died. Oh green and fair are many slopes, And there the herders live; The tinkling bells, and fragrant flowers A peaceful aspect give. And high, oh high, those mountains tower, Up through the clouds and mist! Their sides are steep, their crests are white, Their peaks by heaven kissed. JACK WITTER. 18 THE TARGET McKINLEY CITY OFFICERS. Upper Row, Left to Rieht: Ashley Hill, William Beckett, Harold Gee, Harold Woolsey, Richard Dunn, Nelson Chick, John Perkins. Lower Row, Left to Right: Helen Maher, Isabel Avila, Jane Reilly, Alice Gibbs. Helen Maslin, Marian Woolsey, Dorothy Gibbs. One on the Indians Men who spend their lives on the frontier have many interesting expe- riences. Seven or eight years ago, when automobiles were novelties along the Canadian border, a sheriff was driving across a prairie in one of the great northwestern provinces with a friend at the steering wheel. When some distance from any me- chanical aid the machine stopped, due to the long grass of the prairie catch- ing the petcock on the radiator and letting the water out. This caused the cylinders to heat and the bearings to become tightened. No sign of habitation was seen ex- cept a couple of Indian tepees. Upon nearing them two squaws, one with a papoose on her back, were seen pick- ing up chips for their little fire. An old horse, their sole possession in the live stock line, was grazing nearby. A horse was what the men were seek- ing, for they knew that if they could get the car started after the radiator was full of water again, it would con- tinue to run as well as before. " Where horse? ' ' asked one of the squaws. " He run away, " answered the sher- iff, not wishing to alarm his prospec- tive helpers. THE TARGET 19 When the strange equipage was un- der way, one Indian at the horse ' s head, the other walking stolidly be- side the running board, the gears were shifted into mesh to see what would happen. Bur-r-r went the engine. The In- dians were startled out of their accus- tomed composure. The men looked straight ahead as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. After an inquiring glance or two, the In- dians settled down to their usual gait, gait. Bur-r-r-r-r went the engine again as the gears were engaged once more, this time with success, for the car gave a bound forward and hit the horse, who was not used to such treat- ment. Immediateh - he broke the ropes and bolted across the prairie, the squaws following him as scared as he. Wishing to recompense them for their trouble, the sheriff set out after them on foot, shouting and waving a dollar bill. But although the records may never be written, Jim, the sheriff, is willing to admit that notwithstand- ing the fact that he held the record for a mile among his townsmen he was no match for that pudgy squaw burdened as she was with a papoose tied on her back. EVELYN BARBER. MAY May, we greet thee, lovely queen, Fairest of the months e ' er seen, To you good Nature gives her best, Your reign is just one glorious fest. You bring the cherries ripe and red, And robins chatt ' ring overhead, And flowers, arrayed in colors gay, Are loveliest in your month, fair May. BEATRICE PEDLER. LEGEND OF THE FOUNDING OF MEXICO CITY In the northern part of Mexico lived a tribe of Indians known as the Aztecs. They were a wandering tribe, and misfortune followed them. At last a medicine man told them that in order to gain prosperity they must find a lake in the middle of which was an island with a lone cac- tus growing on it. Perched on the cactus was an eagle, holding a milk snake in his talons. The Aztecs started in search of prosperity. They wandered for years without success. Finally, in the south central part of Mexico they found Lake Texcoco with the sign of pros- perity as prophesied. Accordingly on this island was founded the present City of Mexico, the emblem of which is an eagle on a cactus, holding a snake in his talons. LOUISE LAWTON, WINTER. The maple tree is bare and brown, And scattered ' round upon the ground Her scarlet dress is lying. The wind has tried with many a stroke The stately pine and sturdy oak To strip of all their branches. The dark ' ning clouds are hovering o ' er And send as from another shore Their messages of white. W hen in the morning we arise There ' s not a cloud in the clear skies; The snow is on the ground. LOUISE RUNCKEL. 20 THE TARGET McKINLEY ORCHESTRA. Upper Row, Left to Right: Warren Burke, John Brothers, Ralph Beals, Neal Klemgard, Kendrick Bell, Sheldon Trenery, Walter St. John, Harold Woolsey, Lowell Schultze, Clarence Mitchell, Winston Brasfield, Charles Whitworth. Second Row, Left to Right: Muriel Peiser, Erato Dehmel, Eleanor Weber, Helen von Ende, Winston Petty, Jessie MacMillan, Marjorie Bond, Phyllis Harms, Henrietta Peiser, Lois Brock. Lower Row, Left to Right: Herman Jockers, Scott Elder, Sheldon Schott. Our annual concert, given by the musical organizations of the school under the direction of Miss Etta El- lerhorst, took place on the e vening of May 27. It was a very great success and the result of marked talent sup- plemented by much faithful labor on the part of each and all of the partici- pants. The program follows: 1. (a) March " Our Nation ' s Pride " H. C. Miller (b) Serenade, " The Evening Star " W. S. Ripley McKinley Band. 2. (a) " Serenade " Schubert (b) " Deutscher Tanz " ... K. D. von Dittersdorf Phyllis Harms and Marjorie Bond. 3. " Gloria " McKinley Glee Club. 4. " Like the Lark " F. Abt Neal Klemgard and Ralph Beals. 5. (a) " Slumber Song " R. Schumann (b) " Minuetto " from " Eb Symphony " Mozart McKinley Orchestra. THE TARGET 21 McKINLEY BAND. Upper Row, Left to Right: Warren Burke, Neal Klemgard, Ralph Beals, Clarence Mitchell, Walter St. John, Walter Clark, Lowell Schultze, Allan Ingalls, Norman Taggard. Lower Row, Left to Right: Robert Dunn, Arthur Bellman, Ford Barrett, Raymond White, Hartley Hathaway, Hubert Kenny, Scott Elder. 6. " Sextet " from " Lucia " ....Donizetti Clarence Mitchell, Walter St. John, Ulysses Patchett and Scott Elder. 7. (a) " Marche Des Mandolin- isto " Mezzacapo (b) " Florentine Gavotte " R. J. Carpenter McKinley Mandolin and Guitar Club. 8. " Walzer Marchen " (1st move- ment) Edw. Schutt The Gunderson Trio. 9. " The Spanish Dance " Tschaikowsky McKinley Stringed Orchestra. 10. " Priest ' s March " from " The Magic Flute " Mozart McKinley Brass Quartette. 11. " Romance " Beethoven Helen von Ende. 12. (a) " Miserere " from II Trova- tore " G. Verdi (b) " The American Favorite " H. Prendiville McKinley Band. 13. " Papillon No. 11 " Schubert Helen Maher (Representative of Piano Club.) 14. " The Evening Star " ....R. Wagner Clarence Mitchell accompanied by Stringed Orches tra. 15. " Carmena Waltz " ....H. L. Wilson McKinley Glee Club. 16. Selections from " Prince of Pilsen. " McKinley Orchestra. 22 THE TARGET m THE MANDOLIN AND GUITAR CLUB. Upper Row, Left to Right: Evelyn Denham, Jane Reilly, Mabel Avila. Lower Row, Left to Right: Tom McGuire, Allan Hargear, Elizabeth Mclndoe, Muriel Durgin, Anito Avila, Kenneth Wvnkoop, Dudley Underhill. PIANO CLUB. The Piano Club met for organiza- tion on January 6th with 44 members. The officers elected were: president, Clare Lenfesty; vice-president, Paul- ine Elder; secretary, Fred Peters. The plaj ' ers now enrolled are: Pauline El- der, Camille H nes, Kathryne Hall, Louise Lawton, Laura Bolton, Doro- thy Ellingwood, Lillian Leland, Ade- laide Kibbe, Irma Ridley, Helen Maher, Louise Runckel, Hazel Bar- ton, Gertrude Seaver, Margaret Gies- ler, Clare Lenfesty, Marjorie McCul- lough, Hazel Niehaus, Amybeth Pay- son, Grace Scrantom, Eleanor Mead, Edith Landon, Grace Greet, Muriel Durgin, Blanche Eastland, Jean Scot- ford, Lorena Edwards, Sylvia Leland, Fred Peters, Roberta Holmes, Ira Herbert, Albert Becker, Natalie Ray- mond, Anita Foss, Helen Heavey, Ernest de Reynier, Florence Biddle, Virginia Peck, Esther McCullough, Billy Heine, Richard Dehmel, Zella McCreary, Helen Gray, Alice Peder- son, Elaine Rambo, Charlotte Arnold. Three very satisfactory programs have been arranged, one for each month. At the January meeting Paul- ine Elder played " Harmonious Black- smith, " by Handel; Camille Haynes, " Venetian Boat Song, " by Mendels- sohn; Lillian Leland, " Twilight Sere- nade, " by Heins; Kathryne Hall, " Sil- ver Star, " by Bohm. The program of the February meet- ing was composed of the following numbers: Chaminade ' s " Flatterer, " by Laura Bolton; Heller ' s " II Pensero- THE TARGET 23 so, " by Louise Runckel; Rameau ' s " Sarabande, " by Helen Maher; Nol- let ' s " Elegie, " by Dorothy Elling- wood; Rogers ' " Etude No. 10, " by Margaret Geisler; Leo Delibes ' " Piz- zicati, " by Gertrude Seaver. On March 31 another attractive group of selections was given. Ade- laide Kibbe rendered Godard ' s " Au Matin " ; Grace Scrantom, Chopin ' s " Mazurka " ; Hazel Niehaus, Lang ' s " Flower Song " ; Marjory McCullough, Poldini ' s " Birds of Passage " ; Clare Lenfesty, Chopin ' s " C Sharp Minor Waltz. " GLEE CLUB. Our Glee Club is one of our strong- est organizations, composed of some of the best vocal talent of the school. They are studying " Gloria " and " Car- mena, " with excellent results, assist- ed by the accompanist, Clare Len- festy. The sopranos are: Dorothy Armstrong, Evelyn Denham, Lulu Foss, Imogenc Hall, Tay Cutler, Grace Greet, Mary Ames, Lois Pearce, Maybelle Irvine, Ivy Mehrten, Bessie O ' Brien, Phyllis La Shells, Anna Love, Virginia Wynkoop, Katherine Wilder, Grace Conzelmann, Camille Haynes, Esther Schenkel, Emma Quillinan, Anita Foss, Miriam Mack, Vivian Thaxter, Helen Jackson, Eliz- abeth Thompson, Edith Wieland, Elizabeth Lee, Gertrude Montgomery, Marjorie Merriman, Henrietta Pey- ser, Florence King, Eula Lee Smith, Gladys Wann, Genevieve Jefferson, Lois Brock, Alice Gibbs; altos, Paul- ine Elder, Leda Van Haren, Dorothy Blean; Charlotte Arnold, Anita Avila, Elise Houghton, Florence Thaxter, Marjorie Moore, Elizabeth Mclndoe, Natalie Raymond, Edna Wheeler, Glory Howard, Dorothy Perkins, Jean Scotford, Louise Lawton, Elinor Stillman, Evelyn Lewis, Marian Woolsey, Maxine Davis, Adelaide Kibbe, Alice Queen, Helen Maher, Isa- bel Avila, Jane Reilly, Leitha Hatha- Elizabeth Roberts, Louise Runckel, way, Dorothy Manasse, Ada Minifee; bases, Charles Whitworth, Francis Kelsey, Clarence Mitchell, Donald Goss, Thomas Harris, Raymond Gil- man, John Daly, Edward Ritson, Fred Paul, Teddy Michels, Edward Gunn, Walter St. John, Frank Hall, Leigh- ton Dyer, Edward Barnard. SWIM — SWIMMING — SWUM, SWUM Now it ' s Spring, most beautiful; Soon it ' s Summer, not so cool; Then we swim from noon right on Till at four our clothes we don. Later, though, our backs we feel; At our mothers ' skirts we kneel, Pray to her our backs relieve. Soon from her relief receive. Weeks and weeks we hardly go From the house, our backs burn so. Lounge around, we have no vim, Wish we ' d never learned to swim. " Swim, " the verb I used to hate, Worst of all, it had no matt. Now IV learned to hate it more. ' Gainst that word I ' ll wage a war. Later, when the summer ' s gone, When I lie or walk or yawn, " Swim, " the verb that spoiled the best Time of the year, the time of rest, Comes to mind, I think it o ' er. All the time dislike it more. Never did a word sound so Cruel as " swim. " I think I know! WILLIAM HOSSELKUS. THE TARGET 25 The Art Course m the Ninth Grade The world ' s activities are grouped in terms of art: the industrial arts, the liberal arts, the mechanical arts, the domestic arts, the manual arts, the fine arts. Art is the skill, taste and judgment with which we adapt things in the natural world to our personal needs. The value of a strong course in free hand drawing is recognized in all schools of high grade. It is a pre- requisite for many of the advanced courses in High School and Univer- sity, and students of the Ninth Grade cannot afford to disregard it in the serious consideration of their future course. The plan in the Ninth Grade is- a very practical and broad one, which aims to give the students a glimpse into many fields, and to develop in each an individual power of expres- sion. Criticisms and discussions which bring out individual tastes and judgment are a vital part of the work and are considered co-equal with the technical problems. The work is related very closely to the other subjects which the students are studying, and to their school and civic activities as well. Ideas are drawn from English, History, Me- chanics, Architecture, Music, Ath- letics. Original designs in posters are encouraged, and the illustrations and cover designs of the school maga- zine, " The Target, " are the work of students in the drawing classes. Skill in the use of pencil, pen, brush, crayon, charcoal and water color is gained and with it the more vital thing, — the fine control of hand and arm which is necessary in every line of work. A thorough study of color is made by laboratory method, by which stu- dents analyze and create colors, with given pigments. They are given op- portunities of judging colors in pic- tures, in textiles, and choosing from them pleasing combinations. Their color sense is strengthened and bet- ter taste and ideas developed along this line. This course then, stimulates imag- ination and keener observation; de- velops skill in hand and arm control, enables one to have greater power of individual expression and teaches the broader meaning of art. A LIVELY IMAGINATION Ellen, who loved to read mystery stories, and tales of adventure, was in the largest and oldest apple-tree in the orchard, lost in the pages of her exciting book. But in a few minutes her mother ' s voice interrupted her, " Ellen, dear, will you go to Aunt Lucy ' s now? " So Ellen climbed down, reluctantly, and started on the half-mile walk to Aunt Lucy ' s house, which nestled in the hills just above the little valley. As the day was warm, she walked slowly, still thinking about the book she had left behind in the apple-tree. She fell to wondering what she would do if an exciting and mysteri- ous adventure sought her out. " Of course, I don ' t think anything unusual would happen, " she mused, " but if it did, I ' d like to be ready for it. " 26 THE TARGET The hills were covered with pop- pies, so brightly colored that they almost dazzled the eyes, and Ellen stopped to pick a big armful to take Aunt Lucy, who was an invalid. Soon she came to a little path, winding away into cool, shady woods. Suddenly she heard a most curious noise, half-way between a grunt and a growl. Looking around, Ellen saw a big creature coming toward her from out the bushes. Ellen, who had been wishing for an adventure, and whose lively imagina- tion had been inventing daring feats, gasped out, " A bear! " and with great bravery flung her armful of poppies straight at the " bear. " She fairly flew over the path to get to the house. But she tripped and fell and before she could get up, the creature was upon her. Ellen felt a fur coat toucii her cheek and looked up. A big, shagg} ' dog, with poppies hanging on his rough fur and drooping around his head, was gazing at her, with as- tonishment clearly written on his good-natured face. " And to think, " she said afterward, " that I wasted all those poppies on j. plain dog! " DOROTHY BENNETT. APRIL SHOWERS Pitter, patter falls the rain On the dripping window pane; The crocus and the daffodil Lift up their heads to drink their fill. The sun, from out his hiding-place, Peeks through and shows his golden face; Then a rainbow gleaming bright Makes the heavens a glorious sight. ALICE PEDERSEN. THE SECRET SPRING John Scott suffered from a curious disease. Often he fell into a deep sleep lasting many days, from which he could not be wakened. Fearing that people would think he was dead, he had a coffin made which might be opened from the inside by a spring. Scott ' s business took him to many many countries. He usually took his coffin with him on his travels, but once on an ocean voyage he left his precious box at home. The second day out he was overcome by sleep. When he awoke everything was dark and still. He feared he had been buried alive. He reached to touch the spring, but it was not there. He suddenly remembered that he had left his own coffn at home. He became terrified and reached his hand upward and touched — wood. He reached to his left and touched — wood. He felt below him and touched — wood. The sweat gathered on his forehead and cold chills ran up and down his back. Would he ever be able to get out! He then reached to his right, but he could feel — nothing. He began to gain hope. Then he crawded slowly in this direction. He had not gone far when he felt him- self suddenly fall. He landed with a bump and grop- ing around in the darkness he touched what seemed to be a v all. Eagerly he felt along the wall; he touched a button. He pressed this and the room was suddenly flooded with light. The ship ' s bells struck four. He laughed nervously as he found he was still on board the ship and had only fallen out of his berth just below the light switch. FRED PETERS. THE TARGET 27 The Prince In the forest of Birkshire in Scot- land, there lived a lad and his grand- father in a small cottage. One day Robert chanced to be sit- ting on the front step, when horses ' hoof-beats sounded a little way off. " Whar ' ar ' ye, Oliver? " came a low voice through the trees. " Here, sir, " was the reply. Then two horsemen came riding through tl e trees, and stopped in front of the cottage. " Know ye whar ' we ar ' , Oliver? " " Nay, sir. These parts ar ' strange to me. " The riders were dressed in hunting garb. Robert thought how big and strong they looked. " Can ve tell us th ' way, laddie, to Birk? " " That I can, " replied Robert. " First ye take th ' path ye see to your left, sir, an ' ga ' until ye come to a small stream. Cross th ' stream an ' take th ' highway. When ye come to th ' cross- roads take th ' one to your right an ' that will lead ye to Birk. " " Thank ye, laddie, " replied the horseman and threw Robert a shilling. Then the two horsemen turned their horses around and started down the path. " Will ye not tarry a moment, sirs? " called Robert after them. " Will ye not tell me whar ' the festival of Birk- shire will be held this year? " " Ah, yay, " returned the first horse- man, " in the town o ' Birk. " " Thank ye, sir. " The horsemen were soon out of sight. Two days later Robert and his grandfather came out of the cottage to start for Birk. Robert had begged so hard to go to the festival that his grandfather had at last consented. They started for Birk on foot, over a dusty stony road. " O, grandfather, wha ' a fine time we shall have at the festival, " cried Robert as they went along the road. " Yay, Robert. ' Twill be very gay a ' th ' festival. " And so they came to Birk and the streets were decorated and the houses. The people were all dressed in their best and walking about. Robert and his grandfather walked in the crowd and enjoyed the excitement. Then trumpets sounded and the trumpeters came marching down the street. After them came a chariot decorated for the festival. In it was a man who Avas tall and dark. " Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Prince! " shouted the people. Robert gazed in astonishment. The man was the horseman who had asked him the way. Before his grond- father could stop him, Robert ran up to the chariot a nd knelt before the Prince. " Rise, my laddie, " said the Prince. Robert obeyed. " Your highness, I am the lad you asked the way of in the forest. Do you not remember me? " " O, yay, lad. Would ye not like to have a merry time on this festal day? Come jump up behind, lad. " " Thank ye, your highness. " When the sun went down Robert did not want to leave the Prince and the gay festival, but he was very sleepy, and at last: " I thank your highness for the gay time ye have 28 THE TARGET given me, " Robert said, making a low bow. " I have enjoyed making the time gay for ye, laddie, " returned the Prince. MARTHA WEBB. THE GOSUMORE The " Gosumore " was beating alons: the eaves of a wooded island which did not appear on the map, nor had it any population. On the eastern coast was a large jutting rock that was painted white. The " Gosumore " had a very suit- able name, for though small it could cut through the water at a high rate of speed. At this time she was com- ing nicely around the point when she ran into a heavy fog. The rock was white and could not be seen through the fog, but the dark island was vis- ible. Therefore the captain, thinking he was safe, and being in a great hurry, forced on through the fog without a pilot. Soon the inevitable happened, and coming onto the rock with a crash, the " Gosumore " was rammed right through the bulkhead. The captain ordered full speed ahead and then quickly steered for the nearest beach. Now there was a rush for the life- boats. Trying to subdue the crew, the captain got into a free-for-all fight. Rolling over and over one another they pounded and punched. Finally the captain was on top, landing blows on his opponents thick and fast. " Rogers, what is the matter? " said a stern voice. Looking up, Rogers, the " captain, " found himself among pillows, torn sheets, blankets, and a smashed alarm clock. DE FOREST GILMAN. Mrs. Colmore: " What kind of verb is this, strong or weak? " Ray Gilmore: " It ' s neutral. " Elizabeth Woodworth: " Did you notice that noise out there? I looked out and a lady ' s hat blew off. " Miss Ellehorst: " See all those souls (sols) on the line, boys. " Miriam Mack to Natalie Raymond: " Are you the only two children in the family? " Airs. Coleman in German: " Now who can tell me what part of speech ' as ' is in this sentence? " Evelyn Denham: " Oh! that ' s a sim- ile. " Ethel Bonner , going by fire-house: " Oh! look at that nice fire-place. " Mr. Beardsley: " What can the city do to regulate noise? " Lois Brock: " Regulate the roost- ers. " Teddy Michels in German: " King George fell off his saddle while he Avag walking. " Jack Witter, translating German: " I will gladly accompany you, if you will sing a pair of songs. " Clarence Mitchell, don ' t blow your horn, That keeps all your neighbors awake ' till the morn. Why can ' t you sleep like the rest of us do? Instead of emitting that awful moo- moo. THE TARGET 29 TENNIS NOTES. On April fifteenth we were permit- ted to use the Berkeley Tennis Club courts for doubles. The champions now are: Katherine Burke and Cor- nelia Morris for the Seventh Grade; Elise Houghton and Elizabeth Jenk- ins of the Eighth Grade; Helen Ma- her and Helen Maslin in the Ninth. The school champions have not been determined. Miss Head ' s School challenged us for a doubles match which was played on their courts, Tuesday afternoon, May 9th. Katherine Burke and Cor- nelia Morris met Harriet Parsons and Adrienne Leonard. McKinley ' s rep- resentatives were victorious by a score of 5-7, 6-1, 9-7. The match was a spirited one and we should be pleased to arrange other games next semester. their own grounds. It was very in- teresting and although we were beaten by two points we all had a good time. The score was 16 to 14 but it was the best work of this term. The Seventh and Eighth grade teams have had their regular prac- tices but have held no match games. GIRLS ' BASKET-BALL. On account of interruptions the bas- ketball teams have not accomplished very much. A long-planned for game was finally played with Richmond on TRACK AND FIELD MEET. The second annual interscholastic track and field meet was held on the L niversity oval, Friday, May 12. The bleachers were filled with over a thou- sand spirited rooters whose yells and McKinley ' s band gave a great deal of " pep " to the scene. The meet was under the personal supervision of Mr. Seawright, commissioner of ath- letics in the schools of Berkeley. Hard luck for us Edison beat; but the score was so close it was anybody ' s meet. The result was 78 4 to Edison ' s credit and 77 for McKinley. Students from Garfield, Lincoln, Le Conte, Franklin and Washington also did good work. Jack Melville did espe- cially well, taking the hundred with ease in :10 4-5 and the 220 in :24 1-5. 30 THE TARGET HANDBALL. Tack Melville and Ben Boasburg are handball champions for the season, having defeated Charles Whitworth and Harold Weaver in the finals. BASEBALL. Owing to a late start the McKinley baseball team did not get enough practice and so Avere not as fortunate as usual. The games were played at San Pablo Park where we met the other three Intermediate Schools of Berkeley — Garfield, Edison and Bur- bank. , In the first game with Edison, we were defeated by the score of 9 to 4. Hall and Perkins were the batters for McKinley. The next game, with Garfield, was captured by Garfield, by the score of 5 to 4. Dunn and Perkins were bat- teries of the day, but Dunn went out of the box about the middle of the game, and Hall took his place. Against Burbank. McKinley won the honors, victors by th e score of 11 to 10. Hall and Barnard were the successful batteries. On low per cent for semi-finals, our opponents were from Burbank. Ow- ing to the absence of some players, who were deficient in their studies, we were defeated by the simple score 3 to 2, thus dropping out of the race for the championship. The members of the team were: Frank Hall. John Perkins, Ray Moody, Ed Gove, Dick Dunn, Mor- rill King, Francis Kelsey, Ray Gil- man, Ed Barnard, Oscar Cameron, Ben Boasburg, Donald Goss. THE CHILD WHO BELIEVED Evelyn Dexter strolled into her gar- den one morning wondering whether the stories her father had told her about there being a fairy in every flower were true. First she examined a beautiful pink rose, then a pansy, and next a poppy, but there were no fairies in any of them. . At last, very disappointed, she sat down and looked wonderingly at the pink rose. The petals seemed to move gently. Suddenly there appeared two glittering wings, and within a few sec- onds a real fairy emerged from the flower. " Why didn ' t you show yourself be- fore? " asked Evelyn. " Because at first you doubted your father ' s stories, " replied the fairy. " I waited and rustled the petals just to strengthen your belief. Now, just sit still, and I shall call the other fairies from their flowers. Be very quiet for they are easily frightened, and at the slightest sound they scamper back into their hiding places. " Evelyn nodded, and watched the rose-fairy fly from one one flower to another summoning her companions. The fairies danced, played, and sang while the amazed child gazed on the scene in silence. So enraptured was she that she unconsciously sneezed, and lo! the fairies disappeared. Not even the rose-fairy waited a second to wave good-bye. She sat motionless a min- ute, and then jumped up to tell her mother of the wonderful visit of the flower-fairies. After that experience Evelyn was so sure she had seen the fairies that she never doubted them again. That night she begged her father to tel! her about the moon-fairies hoping they would pay her a visit some night. ERXA ERBE. i THE TARGET 31 THE KIRMANSHAH. Far off in the Persian country, Iko- bore ,with his beautiful daughter Ary- anibar, lived a solitary life in the des- ert, with no friends for company. Aryanibar was a beautiful rug maker, but she, on attempting to steal a pat- tern of a rug from a peddler, was exiled with her father into the desert. But she still wove rugs and now she was completing a dowry rug of sur- passing beauty and of finest wool. One constant visitor and friend of these people was Akbar, a youth who loved Aryanibar. The rug was now finished and Ikobore said, " Now, my daughter, with this dowry rug you may marry whom you please, but without it, you shall never marry. Name the man, and I will consent. " " With all my heart, dear father, I ask to marry Akbar. " Thus she announced this to Akbur, and the three prepared to go to Bag- dad for the marriage ceremonies. On the way, they stopped at a little town for water and then went on. But lo! and " behold! when they arrived at Bagdad, where was the dowry rug? Aryanibar was inconsolable, and a crowd having gathered about, Ikobore said thus, " Since the rug is lost, you cannot marry Akbar now, but if he or anyone else finds that rug, he may have the hand of my daughter. " Five years later after the incident of the lost rug in Persia, way off in America, Mrs. Jones, a wealthy widow, walked into an oriental rug store, looking for a rug for her living room. She asked the price of this and that, until she spied a handsome one for a thousand dollars. She took this one, and next day found it in her house. Akbar, looking all places for the rug, came one day on an old shrivelled man, and asking him if he had seen or heard of this rug, learned something in his favor. The man said, " Yes, I found a marvelous rug lying in the road, and seeing the value of it at once, I took it to the dealer in Bag- dad. There I received five hundred dollars for it. The dealer said it was a fine article and that he would take it to New York City, in the United States. This is all I know of it. I found it there lyong on the street, it having probably fallen out of some wagon. " At this Akbar set out to America. By smuggling himself as a stowaway on board ship and undergoing many privations, he at last arrived in New York. 1» H» ¥ Mrs. Jones, coming home from the opera one night, was startled to see that her living-room rug was gone. She phoned the police, but it was no use, for Akbar lay in the bottom of the ship " Oceanic, " bound for Persia, with the precious dowry rug beside him. He had traced it to the home of Mrs. Jones and had carried it off. Ten years had now passed and Ary- anibar despaired of ever seeing her Akbar again. But a week later, he came in their house, worn out and haggard from lack of food and drink. Seeing him so, Ikobore said, " Well you are here at last, but I see that you have not found the rug, have you? " Akbar smiled faintly, left the room, and returned with a suitcase. To the astonishment of Aryanibar and her father, there lay the thousand dollar Kirmanshah, and with the Kir- manshah the reward came, too. MORTON WALLLACE. 32 THE TARGET " THE TARGET " STAFF. TARGET " STAFF Lois Brock - - Editor Charles Whitworth - Manager Assistants: Charlotte Arnold Louise Lawton Isabel Avila Helen Maher Lindsay Campbell Helen Maslin Nelson, Chick Lois Pearce Norman Cleaveland John Perkins Lorena Edwards Jane Reilly Frederick Fender Gertrude Seaver George Francis Eloise Selleck Alice Gibbs Leda Van Haren Bernice Huggins Morton Wallace Hermann Jockers Katherine Wilder Adelaide Kibbe Harold Woolsey Marian Woolsey Advisory Board. MR. CLARK - Principal MISS CHRISTY Teacher THE TARGET 33 Editorials The McKinley intermediate de- partment was organized in January, 1910. At the close of the preceding term forty-one pupils had received their eighth grade diplomas. Of this number thirty-eight came back and completed the ninth grade, and of these, thirty-six entered the hig ' i school. The records in the office will show that these proportions have been maintained. Carrying the investigation on through December, 1914, wc find that of the seven hundred and ninety-two pupils who have finished the eighth grade, seven hundred and fifty have returned and completed the ninth grade, and seven hundred an four- teen of these have gone on to the high school. This means that ninety-five per cent of the McKinley pupils remain in school after completing the eighth grade and ninety-five per cent of these enter high school. Probably this record can not be duplicated by any other school in this country. Two of the many contributing fac- tors that enable us to produce such a record are worthy of special emphasis. One is the painstaking, conscien- tious work of a corps of teachers who can always be relied upon to render a service that stands for the best interests of the school and its pupils. The other is the willingness of the pupils to assume responsibil- ities. One often hears this remark from teachers and visitors: " It is wonderful what these young people can do, it matters not what the task may be, they always rise to the occasion. " With many years ' experience ui school work, I have never been as- sociated with a body of people where the school atmosphere has been as ideal as the quality that abounds at McKinley. I am proud to have had a part dur- ing the last four years, in the Mc? Kinley life and spirit. In a few days the intermediate de- partment will leave these surround- ings and to us the name McKinlev school will be but a pleasant mem- ory. We congratulate the elementary de- partment upon its opportunity to de- velop unhampered by the presence of an overwhelming intermediate school. We charge its pupils to be true to the McKinley traditions; and we bid its principal and teachers God speed in their work for the welfare of the future citizens of Berkeley. W. B. CLARK. It gives me great pleasure to have this opportunity of saying a few words of God speed to the teachers and pupils of the McKinley School. I have been deeply interested in the school since its beginning eighteen years ago. First as the father of sev- eral children attending the school, then as principal for eleven years, and since as the principal of the high school which receives a large part of its students from this school. During all these years the school has maintained a very high standard. It began as a small ward school. Al- 34 THE TARGET most from the beginning departmen- tal work was started in the higher grades. This was a new thing in those days and open to much crit- icism. The school maintained its policy, however, and proved so suc- cessful that other schools were glad to follow. The teachers were always progressive and so interested in the study of school problems that they were all ready for the introduction of the Intermediate school idea when that was introduced in January, 1910. The McKinley School and another school in Berkeley were the first schools in the State which were or- ganized on this basis. The idea tooK immediately. Los Angeles, Oakland, and San Francisco followed, and al- though the details have not yet been worked out, it is rapidly becoming the system of the State. It is my sincere wish, as you close this chapter of 3 r our existence and start again in a new building, that you will maintain the traditions and standards of the old school and that you will make the new Frances E. Willard school one which the com- munity and the educational world will recognize as a leader in all things good, a place where young people will be happily trained for the best kind of life. C. L. BIEDENBACH. The cover design for this issue of " The Target " drawn by Gerardus Wynkoop, is the choice made from plates submitted, in competition by Ninth Grade students, in the Free Hand Drawing Class. The plates were all of high standard and repre- sented the splendid response which the class made to the suggestion for a new cover design. Designs of great merit were submit- ted by Florence King, Harold Wool- sey and Kenichi Yamada. The one by Harold Woolsey appears as an in- side illustration. Others deserving great commendation are Laird Will- iams, William Beckett, Clarence Texdahl and Amybeth Payson. THE LAND THAT WAS WORTH SOMETHING Andrew McKenzie ' s piece of land was the most barren and uninviting in Willow County. It was a good piece, a valuable piece, but utter in- difference on Andrew ' s part had not improved its appearance. Andrew lived alone in a shack he had erected on the northern border of his prop- erty, lived alone with no interests in the outside world. People in the vil- lage thought him a most unpleasant character. He rarely came to town, and when he did it was only because he was out of supplies. One afternoon in June, Andy sat out in front of his shack, contentedly smoking a corn-cob pipe, when sud- denly around the bend of the road appeared a man on horseback. As old Andy speculated, he was a good rider, but " kinder cityfied. " He rode up to the shack, a thing rarely done by any- one who had met or heard of Andrew, and dismounted, walking slowly to- ward Andrew, who eyed him curi- ously. " Good evening, my dear sir, " he said as a greeting. " I ' ve come to see about this property of yours. " " Wall, now, " snarled Andrew, re- moving his pipe with gre»t delibera- tion, " yew ken jist clear out o ' here ; this is my land, and I ' ll hev none o ' you snoopin ' around. " The stranger assumed and air of ex- treme politeness. " But, " he protest- THE TARGET 35 ed, " I have heard that this land of yours is worth considerable, and I am willing to buy it, although it isn ' t much to look at. Will you sell? " And}- became interested, and after haggling over the price, he agreed to sell, still without any idea of what he was giving away to the stranger. Con- tented with his small profits, he built another shack, where he lived for the remainder of his life. But the stranger — he notified the company he represented, and forth- with they sent him an outfit and some men, and people soon were aware of the fact that Andrew McKenzie ' s piece of land had been sold to a stranger, and was now converted into a great oil-field, from which fine oil was extracted and sent all over the states. Old Andy soon discovered his great mistake, and when anyone asked him why on earth he sold his property for such a paltry sum, he sould reply sharply, " I can ' t see as how it ' s any o ' your business, but bein ' as how you ' re so cur ' us, I ' 11 tell you it war becase I had a mind to do it. " VIRGINIA BURROWS. A GOLD HUNT In the southwestern part of Alaska on the banks of a small creek were two rudely-built cabins. Their occu- pants were John Parker, his brother Sam and his son Dick. They had once been wealthy, but one misfortune after another led them to want, and unable to secure work in the United States, they went to Alaska to achieve wealth again. The first winter, suffering from ig- norance of life in the wilderness, con- tending with the snow and ice which they had not been accustomed to in the sunny south, they endured many hardships. With the returning of the prodigal sun from the south, bestowing to the earth most shining rays of sunlight, bringing the birds back from the south, awakening the sleeping squir- rel in his dead stump, and encourag- ing the weary gold hunters to go out and seek the shining substance, all summer the trio with man}- disheart- ening moments labored on unceas- ingly. It was on a quiet day; the still warm summer was speedily fading in- to autumn, which meant the departing of the birds and the gentle flakes of snow falling in a white mass from the heavens. Dick had found a nugget worth about five thousand dollars. He knew that he had struck a rich place in the creek; summoning his father and uncle, they worked in silence, their splashing pans dipping in the swift streamlet. By night they had found more nuggets and they saw tiny yellow specks in the water. Knowing that they were rich and had many more dollars in the creek, they hur- ried home. They moved back to their old home, which they had deserted a year before from lack of money. There a big ball was given to them in honor of their splendid luck. The next spring they returned to their old mining place with up-to-date implements and they became prosper- ous indeed. ROZEL McBURNEY. Weston H. and Henry Wood Agreed to have a battle, ' Cause Weston H. said Henry Wood Had spoiled his nice new rattle. 36 THE TARGET BLACK-LEGS. " My name is Seigier. It has been reported that the dreaded black-leg is existing about here and I am au- thorized by the government to inspect it. " The person addressed was a short stocky man, well tanned and rather past middle age. His one pride was his shrewdness, and he instantly de- manded papers to show Mr. Seigler ' s authority. They were produced, and the inspector took up quarters in the ranch house which was over a hun- dred miles away from the nearest town of any consequence. Mr. Kingston rather resented the other ' s intrusion because he had plan- ned to make a trip to E the next day to cash a large check he had re- ceived in payment for a shipment of cattle. However, he was soon drawn by the stranger ' s personality, who proved very agreeable and affable. In a few days a second visitor ap- peared. " Is there a tall, light complexioned individual staying here? " Mr. Kingston replied that Mr. Seig- ier had left early that morning for an inspection of a distant outpost. " Why that man ' s the biggest crook in the country. If you ' re not already robbed you ' re lucky. " The rancher searched his safe, only to find that everything of value was missing, including the check. The stranger showed a badge. " I will notify the sheriff and bank at E . It will take him at least six hours more to arrive at the bank. We ' ll get him when he cashes the check. That man has bothered me for some time but I ' ve got him now. " After warning the cattleman to keep quiet about his loss, he drove off hastily to a nearby railroad sta- tion, where there was a telegraph op- erator. A week elapsed and Mr. Kingston determined to go to E and in- vestigate. Yes, two gentlemen had cashed a check for that amount about a week ago. He went to the sheriff, and found out that he had been robbed by two of the cleverest thieves in the country. CLARENCE MITCHELL. A GREWSOME DISCOVERY. In the latter part of October I rum- maged the attic for my old hunting suit and shotgun. The great hunting season had just begun, and the weather was warm and fine. On the outskirts of the city of Van- couver there stands a mountain, a great forested dome, called Berry Mountain. Tall fir trees cover it with a dense growth of never-changing green. About ten in the morning I reached the summit of Berry Mountain where there were grouse in great abundance. After thoroughly enjoying the day ' s sport I started home late in the after- noon with thirteen grouse in my bag. Suddenly a red parrot flew past me and settled on a nearby branch. It startled me considerably, for I could not understand how it came to be in that part of the country. After vain efforts to catch it, I decided to shoot it. As the shot rang out I though I heard a weird, stifled cry. I listened. There was no sound except the twit- tering of the birds in the trees. I looked about and noticed a peculiar rounded mound a few feet away cov- ered over with ferns and blackberry vines. A narrow passage leading up THE TARGET 37 to it seemed, upon close investigation, to be an underground tunnel. I was starting toward it when I saw a small, white, wrinkled face peering out among the ferns. Suddenly it disap- peared. Terror-stricken, I made tracks for home, and notified the police 1 . They were intensely interested and decided to hunt down the mysterious creature the next day, with me as their guide. When we arrived at the spot the next morning everything was changed. The ferns were trampled down and the place was in disorder. We all agreed that some hermit had lived there, and had deserted it when he thought he was discovered. That evening I read in the news- paper that a Chinese leper had escaped from Port Townsend Leper Island, and was supposed to be in hiding in the woods for the last five days. From all accounts the " hermit " I had seen in Berry Mountain was he! Let me add, for your peace of mind, he is not still at large, as he was caught later trying to smuggle him- self on a ship bound for Australia. GERTRUDE LETVINOFF. A STORMY NIGHT The night was still and lonely. The stars shone clearly against the deep blue sky. In the distance could be heard the faint whistle of a train passing through the town on its mid- night journey. What was that? A short, vivid streak of lightning, and then a faint rumble of thunder. The rain beat fiercely against the windows. Large sheets of lighting broke in the air, followed by long rumbles of thunder. The thunder grew nearer. The lightning served as a warning to the terrific crash that was to follow. The storm was now in its fury. Trees could be heard crashing to the ground. The thunder grew fainter and fainter, the lightning less vivid. The rain stopped, and a few lonely stars pushed their way through the dark clouds. All was calm and silent and the town was lost in sleep. ELIZABETH SHILLING. Miss Smith in L 7 English: " Give a sentence containing the word ' beacon. ' " David Rankin: " The beacon takes up the collection at church. " Miss Smith: " The largest city in California is . " James Barrett: " The largest city in California is Portland. " James Ames, reading: " It is de- lightful to slaughter among those limpid streams. " Chester Winningstadt ' s definition for " victuals. " ' A part of an animal. " Sam Letvinoff in H 9 English: " Menelaus prayed to his ditty. " Miss Smith: " Will you please ask Miss Christy to send me Eloise Sel- leck? " James Colling: " Send it or bring it up? " Lucy Anderson went a ' fishin ' For to catch T. L. ' s. She madly rushed about the yard, And didn ' t stop for bells. Chester Winningstat in yard: " Where is Odysseus Patchett? " 38 THE TARGET Arthur brought his goat to school, That Audrey might after him bound. Helen, SAveet, did slip and fall, So the goat ' s in his " |happy hunt- ing ground. " Seen on board in German class: " William Hicks or the donkey will have eaten the grass. " Teacher, reading notice: " The mu- sical organizations be sure and bring their instruments. " Teddy Michels: " The Glee Club too? " Charles Whitworth, rushing around in the wings before the play: " Where ' s Adam ' s apple? " Loraine Cleaveland: " Have you ever heard of Stoddard lectures? " Elizabeth Clark: " No, but I ' ve heard of Stoddard Mater. " Norman Cleaveland: " I was raised on goat ' s milk. " Jane Reilly: " You weren ' t raised very far. " N. C: " No, the goat died. " Ulysses Patchett in H9 Latin: " There are three fowls in that word. " Miss Chirsty in English, expecting to receive leg for an answer: " Alice, what was Atalanta ' s better part? " Alice Queen: " Hippomenes. " Marjorie Merriman in H9 History: " There is a subway between New York and New Jersey. " Tack Melville: " She made a mistake. She means a submarine. " Miss Christy: " You didn ' t finish your special topic. " Harold Gee: " It was too sad. " Hippidy hop to the Barber Shop, where " Next! " is sounding hard. A short hair cut for both you and me, And a shave for old Barnard. Mrs. May: " How do you stand in a slouching position? " Evelyn Denham: " Stand on one hip. " Teacher: " What are the three most used words in school? " Tom Harris: " I don ' t know. " Teacher: " Correct. " Kenneth Carnahan: " They secretly gave the sails to the ocean. " Tay Cutler, holding her side and looking for a hair-pin: " Oh! I lost a bone. " Dorothy Manasse, meaning that the men let their beards grow in Ger- many: " The men all wax their beards. " Sam Letvinoff: " I was afraid I would be the only girl there. " Helen von Ende: " The old man was no longer able to sail himself. " Camille Haynes, kicking the leg of a chair: " OhI I beg your pardon. " John Nicholson in A9 English: " Firm and irrevocable is my dome. " (meaning doom.) George Francis: " The city protects people from being sent to the pound. " THE TARGET 39 NURSERY RHYMES Dottie, Dottie, quite contrary, How does your motor go? With ringing bells, and shocking smells, And cylinders all in a row. Kelsey had a little team- Who tried at basket-ball. Strange as this is sure to seem, They lost games nearly all. While Harry P. and Issie A. Were practicing, in fake, Said Issie A. to Harry P., " Wear this, now, for my sake. " Our " Touch " Tommy Cleverdon is in a great stew; He has so much work he doesn ' t know what to do. He grows very thin that his brain may be stored, While all during study, he sits and looks bored. Helen Goebel: " I like that play, ' Midnight Summer ' s Dream. ' " FORWARD FANCIES Upon a lone and rocky patch Our stately president named Hatch A driving bugs, all hoppy and green, Off of his cucumbers may be seen. A mad dog loose! Who will catch it? The official pound man, Ulysses Patcheibt. Frank Cornwall will pose for Hart, Schaffner Marx, And will flourish his cane in Munici- pal Parks. " Is he beating the carpet? " the neigh- bors all call. Brownie Francis is trying to bat the ball. With a bucket of water and shoes on his head, Allan Hargear will serenade neigh- bors in bed. A new Latin " Pony " Jeff Roberts will edit; He feels that his old one didn ' t bring enough credit. A lean, lanky farmer will be Her- mann, the fair, Chasing the chickens and combing their hair. With a Splash! Splash! Splash! and a Glug! Glug! Glug! Glug! Neal will go to the bottom pursuing a bug. Ash Hill, like " Teddy, " will be a natu- ralist of fame, Hunting in South Africa the big and hungry game. William Hicks the world ' s speed run- ner will be, When paced by a cow and stung by a bee. Aylwin Probert will be a boss, big and fat, But from his looks now, he ' ll be lost ' neath his hat. " Fare, please! " is the slogan Lowell Schultze will cry out; While he rings in the fares, he ' ll for- get his old pout. Across the stage to a tune that ' s most sweet, Bee Barton will dance with twinkling feet. In far-away Shanghai, beside the sea, A Chinese yodler Miss Von Ende will be. 40 THE TARGET Ed Gove will lead strikers in Tim- buctoo, And kill all the bosses in Kalamazoo. When with a bald dome and a white beard we see Bob, He ' ll be yarning, and puffing an an- cient corn cob. Pacing the streets we ' ll find Jill Gil- lett, Tending the babes for some suffra- gette. Ed Barnard will probably spend the day Sleeping around on a load of hay. Punk Whitworth a sandwich man will be; He ' ll advertise " Ridgways, " the ladies ' best tea. " Zip! " goes the swatter. Thomas Cleverdon cries, — " Ah! now my invention ' s caught twenty-three flies. " Jack Melville a grocery wagon will drive; So on the " left-overs " his family will thrive. Ken Carnahan will a society bug be — Here to a dance, there a pink tango tea. Julian Prosser has said he ' ll be a cow- puncher, But before he is done he ' ll be a free luncher. " Adonis " West Havens in a very tight suit As a Fashion Show Model thinks he ' ll look quite cute. Well armed with a big can of Camp- bell ' s best soup, Dot Lyman will jiggle poor babes with the croup. Elizabeth Mclndoe is our clever man- dolin player, But some day she may be " Chicken- luma ' s " mayor. Eleanor Weber, so dreamy and shy, Will soon spend her time vending burnt apple pic. Our friend Harold Weaver, we ' re sorry to say, Will go to the electric chair for kill- ing time some day. Agnes Cole in years to come Will charm green, gilded snakes with a big bass drum. Phil Murphy will knock the champion cold, Take his belt from him bold, and most of his gold. Anna Love will punish the typewriter keys When not nibbling sweetmeats and reading at ease. Sam Letvinoff a Math, whiz will be With numbers as large as one, two and three. David McCullough will run a Barber Shop But he hasn ' t the nerve to cut his own crop. " Any rags, bottles, socks? " Arthur Leonard will say, While driving ' bouts streets in an old one-horse shay. THE TARGET 41 John Beckett ' s real profession will be without a doubt, To drive a little jitney around the laundry route. W ith a tray on his thumb piled high with a tater, Fred Denison will answer to the call of " Here, waiter! " Henry Wood on the corner will stand, Playing the horn for the Salvation Band. A diggin ' with a tooth-pick to find a hunk of gold, Walter will earn the inucha de mon, if his feet do not get cold. Dorothy Ellingwood, our pretty little Coz, In her 1920 " Henry " around the world will buzz. Armed with grandmother ' s warmer well-filled with hot coals, Miss Carter will save the poor Africans ' souls. Helen Denbigh well wrapped up snug from the cold, As an Arctic explorer will be very bold. " Chick " Chick has decided a jeweler he ' ll be; Engagement rings then will be cheaper, you see. Thomas Harris, the circus runaway kid, Will get caught by the constable and banged on the lid. Louise Runckel (for we hear her feet finally grew) Will be ranked as a pipe-organist number two. " To provide dyes for my country, " Laird Williams bravely cries, " I ' ll bleach the color from my socks and my ties. " Tay Cutler will be the first presiden- tess, So the tariff on powder ' ll be consider- able less. Ruth Harrington will play on the Girls ' Bloomer team, But to see her play catch is simply a scream. At Roberts ' soda fount we ' ll see fair Eliz; She ' ll make ' em bubble and sizzle and fizz. Sylvia Wollett will preside o ' er a church, — Yea! a lofty pulpit will be soon her perch. Dot Armstrong will be a 2nd Jeanne d ' Arc; In training her soldiers she ' ll make each a shark. A deaconess gray, L. L eland became And her pious acts have brought her much fame. Florence Knig, Ave are certain ere very long, Will be world ' s champion at ping pong. Dorothy Dyer in future days Will demonstrate a new kind of mayonnaise. Eula Lee Smith will make her debut As a Tetrazzini and Pavlowa too. Mocking the air with colors idly spread. — Blanche Eastland. 42 THE TARGET Dotty Perkins won ' t be very far away, She ' ll sell lemon drops at Stephano ' s some day. Marjorie Merriman ' s contagious laugh Will split the show-goer ' s sides in half. Harry Preiss on the corner will stand Selling pencils, shoestrings and fake rubber bands. When you have a stiff neck to Doc Maher you ' ll go; She ' ll give you a punch and then her bill show. Kathryn Hall whom we know as an expert herself, Will hand out Bandoline from the hair dresser ' s shelf. Helene Sleep round our little old town will soon race Selling books, till you slam the door in her face. A cure-all or kill-all will easily sell When Lois spiels and rings her big bell. Alice Gibbs, the landlady, will sit calmly at table. And give second helpings to all that are able. When Divine Sarah in the ground is laid Her successor will be sweet Adelaide. Hazel, dramatic readings will fre- quently give, Which quickly will filter through our sieves. Louise Lawton to the state of a mis- sionary ' s grown, Her famous lecture being " Tough Savages I ' ve Known. " Clarence Mitchell will work in some swell shoe store, He ' ll sell ladies tens, and tell them they ' re fours. William Eveleth will yell in a rubber neck bus And he ' ll earn the name of old Gloomy Gus. In an orphan asylum Jane will be matron And count out the prunes and wear a starched apron. Maro Thompson will preside at a Juvenile Court And fine all the kids after Hallowe ' en sport. Isabel Avila will try her name to see On the ballot box for Vice-Presidency Blissfully chewing a large puppy- cake, Lindsay demonstrates that " Spratts " leave no ache. Irma Ridley with mop and bucket of suds Will chase dusty microbes from off our fine duds. In Jenny Jeff ' s journals there ' ll be something quite new, All about the wanderings of Pussy- foot Sue. Laura Bolton will be exceedingly pert With tortoise shell glasses and a polkadot skirt. THE TARGET 43 " My motto, " says Grace, " is ' Laugh and Grow Fat ' " Now if it won ' t work, I ' ll sure eat my hat. " " The Ghost Walk " for Somnus, Pauline will play If near the river Lethe she does not stray. Maxine Davis is training her abundant tresses That she may exhibit " Vogue " hats and chic dresses. Vera Arnold as a milliner will remodel old hats, But on looking upon them you ' ll surely go bats. For boys and girls who play silly pranks Glory ' s the official to administer spanks. Evelyn Denham will surely deduce mystery stories And hatch fake evidence to add to her glories. Gladys Wann will throw people out though they squeal, When in cafes and restaurants they don ' t pay for meals. Dr. John Perkins will use his patent serum On the unfortunate inmates of Nut Grove Sanitorium. With mask and sword Dorothy Andrews will fence, And knock in the quintain one or two dents. Isabella ' s future ' s as clear as mud, — She will be a society bud. Under David Belasco Miss Woolsej ' will rise; She ' ll make a great hit with those cute baby eyes. Our dear, little, sweet little friend Alice Queen Will increase farm products by in- venting a new bean. William Stearns an ambassador in distant lands will be, And he ' ll entertain all potentates with book reviews, You ' ll see! John Perkins ' to be an expert hashslinger, Until he invents a patent clothes- ringer. When you go to the circus the first show you ' ll see Will be Norm Cleaveland, the giant of long pedigree. Helen Maslin will manufacture coy side curls For all the dear, little straight- haired girls. Eloise Selleck will hot dogs hand out To the starved little orphans one reads about. After the popular chorus girls ' bonny, Kendrick Bell will be a stage-door Johnny. Francis Kelsey the signals ' ll think he knows for certain But on the heads of the actors, he ' ll suddenly drop the curtain. The stern and studious Harold Gee At Chief Vollmer ' s desk some day will be. 44 THE TARGET Don Goss will superintend a Sunday School And teach all the kiddies the Golden Rule. When society buds give high-class pink teas, Camille will design dainty wreaths of sweet peas. All crazy cubist paintings of fantastic emotions, Will be found in Ethel Kellner ' s store of latest notions. A driver of a Jitney Bus will be Gertrude Letvinoff, And the riders in excitement say, " Don ' t forget to let me off. " No more cats will yodel on the fence As Dorothy Manasse ' s trade ' s to chloroform them hence. When the Kaiser does hear of that big German one, He ' ll send for Edna to come on the run. Margaret Maxwell, dark men and muddy water deep, Will see when into our palms she doth peep. Margaret Willey will jabbler French To the wounded soldiers home from the trench. William Beckett will be a manufac- turer of Limburger cheese. Let us hope when we pass there ' ll be a change in the breeze. If you ever have trouble with an aching " dent " Leitha will help the doc poke in the cement. An opera singer will be Doris Barr, — You can hear her coming both near and far. " Ham and eggs. What will you have? " We hear Kate Wilder scream, As she pours more sand into the salt and water in the cream. Miss Ruth Willey as sweet as can be Will play the " Euk " at Waikiki. Paul Steindorff ' s successor in Hen- rietta we see; Then Pop concerts possibly cheaper will be. Harriet Shafsky will compile a bril- liant history tome And for a flood of anachronisms it ' s sure to be the home. We ' ll hear Charlotte as a kindergar- tener in future years Saying, " Don ' t be afraid, — sing H louder, dears! " S. Searby will keep a pop-corn stand, If she can ' t join some adventurous globe-trotting band. Evelyn Barber at her Woman ' s Gymnasium will please By swinging the clubs while on the trapeze. Phil Brown ' s " Matrimonial " will mend broken, hearts, For persons subject to Cupid ' s gold darts. Esther Shenkle will be a profes- sional ice-skater But when the ice breaks, — " I ' ll see you a little later. "

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