Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

 - Class of 1916

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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

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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-



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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

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