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BERKELEY PUBLIC LIBRARY BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA REFERENCE COLLECTION FOR use in the library only Central History Room 373.236 T174w The target 31913018604881 BERKELEY PUBLIC LIBRARY f H E HIGH NINTH CLASS OF JUNE, 1917 Willard Intermediate High School, Berkeley VOL. II JUNE, 1917. NO. 2 Saved By Lightning The beating of the ’tom-toms an- nounced the arrival of the powerful chief, Smoky Face. Ordinarily his coming would have been an honor to the village, but today a decision was to be made. Smoky Face wished Chief Broken Branch’s beautiful daughter, Whispering Wind, and he had made it known to the other chief that he would go on the war path if he did not get her soon. At sunset he returned to his own village with the promise that Whisp- ering Wind should be sent to him in three days. This was rather an or- dinary occurrence and all of the In- dians, except the girl and one hand- some young brave, thought little of it. All the next day the warrior paced the shore of the placid river and pray- ed for some way to prevent Whisp- ering Wind’s departure. On the night of the second day he crept softly to the girl’s teepee and tapped on the side. She was awake and looked out to see what it was. When she saw Bending Bow she came out into the moonlight night and followed him to the river bank. “Whispering Wind,” said the brave, “you knaw that you do not wish to go to Smoky Face and that I do not wish you to. Come with me, and we shall fly far into the mountains where we may be happy together.” “Yes,” said the girl, “let us go now.” So they gathered together a few necessities, packed them into a canoe, and were soon paddling swiftly up the shining river. They paddled till daybreak, when they rested a little. Then the stream began to narrow and the water roared down the mountain side. They landed then, hid the canoe, and went on. They knew that by this time both Smoky Face and Broken Branch were following with all their braves. So they kept on into the heart of the mountains. Night came, and they turned their way from the course of the river and camped on a rocky ridge. When they awoke the next morning they saw far below them the pursuers, making a bright spot of color in the dull green of the trees. The smoke of their fire had been seen, so they knew there was no hope of escape, especially as the sky was overcast and a thunder storm was threatening. They hid and waited. The storm broke in great fury. The thunder crashed, the lightning flashed, and the rain poured down in torrents. , But when it was over they looked out upon a brilliant, twinkling world. “Hark!” said Bended Bow, as a wail floated below. “The death songs,” said the girl, “My father, have you been struck?” They cautiously crept thru the trees until they came near the In- dians. There they saw Smoky Face on the ground with his warriors about him. Just then Broken Branch caught a glimpse of his daughter. “The child!” he cried, and Whisper- ing Wind knew she was forgiven. MURIEL DURGIN. THE TARGET 3 A Modem Rose of the Alhambra For sometime the court of Spain had been at the Alhambra. One day Ruyz de Alcaron, one of the queen’s pages, was flying in his aeroplane, when the wing of his machine caught on the tower of the Infantas, once the home of the three beautiful Moor- ish Princesses. This was quite a predicament for the young page, and in his excitement he hurriedly blew his horn, as if crying for help. Presently his eyes were dazzled with the wondrous sight that ap- peared before him. He found him- self gazing into two of the most beautiful blue eyes in the world. They were wide with terror and seemed to hold great wells of sur- prise, for never had those big blue eyes seen such a great big bird. Where had this monster come from? What should she do? Quickly the owner of those marvelous eyes with- drew from the window. “Goodness what a beauty. I must see her again,” sighed young Ruyz. Loud and clear rang out the chal- lenge of his horn. Then shyly but with much less terror and surprise, the demure Jacinta reappeared. Off came Ruyz’s cap and, with pleasing voice, he begged Jacinta to allow him to go through the tower in search for help. She hesitated but finally granted the desired permission. Ruyz and Jacinta met several times after the accident. Their dream was soon interrupted, however, when the king decided to leave the Alhambra. When Ruyz left Jacinta, he told her he would come back for her. Ja- cinta cried so much when he left, that he felt he must give her some- thing to remember him by, so he presented her with one of the queen’s most precious perculators. Many years had passed, and Ruyz had not come for her. Jacinta mourned for him day and night. One night she was making coffee in her treasured perculator, when the steam made a rattling noise, and from the spout shot a black machine. Ja- cinta was very much frightened, but after she had overcome her terror, she looked on the front of it, and saw the name “Ford.” Then a deep voice way down in the bottom of the perculator said, “Wherever you go with this, you will make people happy.” About this time the king of Spain, who was a curious person, and occasionally had peculiar notions, decided that he was dead. He made the courtiers dress in black, and had himself put on a funeral bier in a room lined with black. When the queen heard of Jacinta and her wonderful machine, she sent for her. When Jacinta arrived, they put the king in the back seat with one of his courtiers. As they were riding on the boulevard, the attendant leaned forward and asked, “Are you not the little Rose of the Alhambra?” Jacinta turned and to her surprise, she saw her lover Ruyz de Alcaron, the page. Jacinta drove the machine in front of the palace. The king, who was thoroughly well by this time, jumped from the tonneau. Suddenly the page opened the throttle ,and Jacinta and he rode through life together. LILLIAN ST. JOHN. 4 THE TARGET Vanity! One night while we were sitting around the fire, everyone was speech- less until someone said, “Grandma, can’t you tell us a story?” As usual, grandmother had one ready, as she had crossed the plains when she was little. She hesitated a moment and then started. “We had crossed the river, marking the completion of about half of our jour- ney, and we had experienced no trouble Avith Indians. But ahead of us was a large forest in which many trains had been plundered and manj people killed. We stopped for the night on the outskirts of the wood so Ave might go through it by daylight. When, morning came I asked fwe of the girls to visit me. While Ave Avere talking I looked up, as if draAvn by some unseen force, just in time to see a dark face peer- ing through the trees. I said nothing of it to the girls and, as it did not appear for some time, I ceased to Avorry. “After a Avhile, however, I looked up and this time he Avas standing straight as an arroAV, looking into our Avagon. I screamed but he dis- appeared and nothing more of him A T as seen that day. We reached the other side of the forest and the order to corral Avas given, Avhich meant for all to bring their AA r agons in a circle in case of an attack. That night Avhen all Avas quiet A r e heard, ‘To arms!’ Everyone was there in a moment but no trace of the enemy Avas found, though a crackle of the leaves and a stealthy stride had been heard. One by one they all AA " ent to bed. “When we had left home, in my vanity I took a mirror, Avhich I hung on one side of our Avagon. The next morning, while preparing to continue our trip, I Avas combing my hair hair Avhen I felt a touch on my shoulder and Imard some grunts. To my horror, reflected in the glass Avas the face of the Indian. Those eyes! I Avas speechless, but my fear left me as I saAv him smile. He pointed to the mirror, from it to himself, from himself to six horses tied to a tree in the forest and then to me. It Avas clear to me that he Avanted my mirror. I gave it to him and made him understand that I did not AA ' ant his horses. Then I Avatched the cause of my terror glide into the woods, apparently A " ery Avell pleased A T ith the picture that met his vieAV as he gazed into the face of his new trinket.” MARION COWEN. A STREAM . The graceful drooping a u11oaa t s trailed their leaves in the rippling Avaters. Speckled trout darted here and there in the cool depths. The AA r ind fanned the surface into little ripples. The stream bubbled over the smooth slippery stones that lined the bottom. The SAAurling Avaters formed little eddies where tiny boats of leaves were A r recked. A feAv shy forget-me-nots peeped out along the bank. And the sunlight flickered through the leaves, mak- ing little bright spots on the Avater. MARION SMITH. Vivian Thaxter, hearing Edith Wieland stamp her foot on the floor: “She has pep in her heels.” THE TARGET Mr. Tracy’s Hobby It was a hobby of Mr. Tracy, a wealthy cotton mill owner, that it was better to have the children of the city tenements and hovels work in his mill, than to stay in their mis- erable homes, or play in the dirty narrow streets. Even though at times he admitted that the children were poorly paid and underfed, he stuck to his hobby, and accordingly he was opposed to the child labor law. But with his own beautiful daugh- ter, Janice, whom he loved very dearly, it was different. She was of the age of six, and lived in a beautiful home, just outside of the crowded city, surrounded with every luxury. One day while Janice was playing in the lovely park surrounding her home, she was kidnapped, and though the father searched frantically, it was in vain; he could not find her. Now, Mr. Tracy’s mill was better than many, but still the children that worked in it had a hard time and were very thin and worn. But Mr. Tracy knew that if the children did not work for him he would have to hire men and pay them better wages. So when the child labor ques- tion came up again, one year and a half after his child had been stolen, he was still opposed to it and riding his hobby, not only because of having to give higher wages, but because the kidnapping of his daughter had em- bittered him to the world. So he did all he could to prevent the law from passing. After a while the lawyers that were against child labor, persuaded Mr. Tracy to go through some of the worst mills, hoping to open his eyes. The last mill they visited was one of the very worst. Even Mr. Tracy’s embittered heart softened at the sight of the long rows of stunted, coughing, stooping little ones. “This is bad, very bad,” he said to the young lawyer next to him. They came to the end of a long row, when fleecy pieces of lint filled the air like a snow storm, and Mr. Tracy noticed with a pang the small- esth girl he had yet seen stooping over a loom. She was ragged and unkempt, and while he watched her she burst into a fit of coughing. Pity- ingly he put out his hand and touched her shoulder. She turned her face and lifted her dull reddened eyes. Mr. Tracy stared back, and then with a cry caught her in his arms; it was his daughter. Soon after this the child labor law- passed, finding Mr. Tracy highly in favor of it; and thus he lost his hobby. MARJORIE GIRVIN. AN UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL. Crack! The sound of a gun broke the stillness that had reigned over the farm all morning. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a chicken hawk falling to the ground. As it fell, something dropped from its claws. Running to see what it was, I found a little chick about four days old. As it was a peculiar kind, 1 realized it belonged to no one near but had been carried from some distance. At first, the gardener, Mr. Wyett, and I, thought the chicken was dead but we discovered it was simply suffering from a broken leg and fright. 6 THE TARGET As Mr. Wyctt was the one who shot the hawk, he claimed the chicken. He made a splint for its leg of two toothpicks and bound it. For a few days he was very careful in handling the chick and then turned it loose in his own garden, where he kept a pet pig. Imagine my surprise one morning, when I went to see the chick to see it run and jump on the pig’s back as if for protection. Ever since that day, two better chums can not be found. KENNETH FERGUSON. A BAREFOOT BOY. A ragged little boy sat on the creek bank, dangling his bare feet in th e running water. His face, tanned and sunburned, was wreathed with smiles, and his lips were parted, showing white teeth with the taste of strawberries still on them. His dirty pantaloons, frayed and wet at the bottom, were held up by one suspender, which, it was evident, had seen better days. The light fell across his face, showing the ring of straw which served as a hat, and the mop of brown hair under it. As he fished, a squirrel chattered in the walnut tree, a robin flew by with a worn, and a faint cheep-cheep of expectancy came from the nest where her young were waiting. Through the wood could be seen an orchard with ripe apples begging to be eaten. The sun was setting, so the Bare- foot Boy picked up his string of fish, and trudged cherrily along toward home, where he bowl of bread and milk was waiting on the back step. HELEN WOOD. AN INTERESTING INCIDENT. The district between Honkong and the Philippine islands is subject to terrific ocean cyclones or typhoons as they are called. These storms smash against the Chinese coast, doing great damage. Sometimes they turn south toward Singapore. It was one of these that I had the for- tune to be in. We had had an uneventful voyage from San Francisco to Honolulu, from there to Japan, and from Ja- pan to Hongkong. The day after we left Honkong a sticky warm mist suddenly appeared. This is the signal for a storm and so all movable things were made fast and the decks were cleared for action. Late that afternoon the sea began to get rougher, slowly at first then more and more so. At about eight o’clock the passengers were driven to their cabins, and still the storm grew. Finally the steamer, after pitching, rolling and jerking, de- cided to stand on its head and did so several times. Our cabin was on the third deck but even that was not far enough away from the water, for at about midnight a terrific wave crashed against our cabin, breaking open the porthole and flooding everything. Towards morning the storm abated and at about noon that day we were passing through a sea as glassy and slimy as that which Coleridge writes of in the “Ancient Mariner.” After two days of this we arrived at Singa- pore. When we asked the officers if we had been through a typhoon they laughed. We had only passed in the wake; the typhoon had been many leagues away. ADOLPHUS CHEEK. THE TARGET Governor Manco and the Chauffeur One bright summer morning a patrol consisting of the old gaso- line refiner, who had distinguished himself in the affair with the con- sumer, a horn manufacturer, and a factory worker, perceived, descend- ing a steep hill near the Alhambra, a man in the garb of a chauffeur, holding back, by a rope attached to the rear axle, a large and powerful touring car of a well-known make. The sight of a chauffeur engaged in such work, immediately put the patrol on the aert, and as the man drew near, the refiner challenged him, saying, “Who comes?’’ “A chauffeur just from the repair shop, with an empty gas tank and a broken emergency brake,’’ was the reply. “I have orders to take any sus- picious characters before Operator Manco, the well-known wireless expert, at this time governor of the Alhambra,” said the refiner. “What? ? Is this the Alhambra I see before me?” exclaimed the chauf- feur. “If so, I have strange things to reveal to the governor.” “You will soon have the chance,” responded the refiner, “for you shall this instant be conducted to him.” So saying, he seized the chauffeur by the arm; the manufacturer and factory-worker put their shoulders to the auto; and all proceeded to the governor. This worthy had only one arm, was dressed in greasy overalls, wore high boots with climbing-irons, and al- ways carried a large monkey- wrench in his belt. He immediately called for the chauffeur’s story. “Well, your Excellency,” began the chauffeur, “after leaving the repair shop, where 1 had been em- ployed to drive the cars in and out, I traveled for one day, and camped among the ruins of what appeared to be the ruins of a large steel mill, but which I afterward found was once a large gasoline refinery. “As I sat there crunching a bit of crust I had brought with me, I heard the chug-chug of a large au- tomobile, and soon a powerful tour- ing car appeared, driven by one who seemed to have been at one time a powerful oil baron. “I offered to share my crust with him, but he refused, and immedi- ately began to fill his gasoline tank. “I then asked for a ride, which re- quest he granted, taking me to a large cavern, where I perceived every conceivable instrument of peace and war scattered about. “When the car stopped, I asked the oil barron whom it might be that I saw upon a high throne at the far end of the cavern. “ ‘Now,’ replied he, ‘that you are in the presence of Mr. O. I. Squeezem, the well-known Wall Street magnate. “ ‘But,’ I exclaimed, ‘he was in his grave long ago!’ “ ‘So you think,’ responded he, ‘but know that he has been shut up here by a powerful enchantment. Watch, you, now my car, while I go and how the knee to Mr. Sqeeuem.’ “As soon as he had left me, I be- gan to debate with myself concern- ing my proper actions under the cir- cumstances. “ ‘Now, thought I, ‘shall I stay here and wait for him, and possibly be 8 THE TARGET carried where I do not want to go, or shall I take his car and make my escape?’ “My decision was soon made, and I concluded to borrow the auto for a time. So, getting into the driver’s seat I turned the car and drove straight forward, until my gasoline gave out, and I found myself here.” While he was speaking, the gov- ernor noticed a large purse which the chauffeur held in his hand. When it was demanded and opened, an immense treasure, con- sisting of two potaoes and an onion, rolled forth. The chauffeur was put in a steel vault, but escaped during the night. With him went a hand- maiden, as well as several of the gov- ernor’s potatoes and onions. The oil baron’s purse was also gone. Some may think the high price of onions and potatoes due to the war, but Manco and his associates know better. DANIEL NUTTING. “THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL.” (A Poetic Transcription.) ’Twas cold, dark and dreary, On this white New Year’s Eve, And a child, pinched and weary, A deep sigh did heave. The cold little form Trudged alone down the street Seeking shelter and warmth From the cold and the sleet. On a doorstep she crept To be near warmth and cheer, For she dared not go home, ’Twould be much colder there. As she lighted a match Her cold hands to warm, She imagined a goose Coming towards her in form. But the match then went out; She lighted another, And saw in the light Her kind old grandmother. The matches flared up, She held out her hands, In her grandmother’s arms Went to happier lands. When the town’s folk, next morning, Saw the still little form, They pitied the child Who could not keep warm. ELIZABETH SCHILLING. A DAY WITH GOVERNOR MANCO! (1917) Governor Manco took the elevator to the clubroom of the Alhambra where he was to play a series of games of pool with a friend. Arriving at his destination, he was met by a burly butler who took his hat and overcoat. Governor Manco played and lost, much to the enjoy- ment of his friend, Don Jose, who needed money very badly. The check payable to his friend, Avas Avrit- ten by Governor Manco Avho prom- ised to play another series soon. In the afternoon the governor Avcnt out riding in his automobile, finishing Avith a trip to the motion picture theatre of Granada, AA ' here he saev Jack Pickford featured in “Sev- enteen.” After returning to his home on Fifth Axenue, he put a record on his new Edison phonograph, Avhich played one of those entranc- ing Hawaiian pieces, “Yakka Hula Hicky Lula.” After this he ate a sumptuous dinner, prepared by his chef. Later the GoA ' ernor retired much exhausted from his day’s ad- venture. JAMES F. BENNETT. THE TARGET 9 The Wreckers A country wagon traveled slowly up a strictly rural road. It was filled with grain, and was bound for a flour mill. Tired by the irksome journey, two boys about ten years of age, jumped from the ragon, and taking a large and bounteous lunch with them set off at a brisk pace up the rocky roadway. Knowing that their father, driver of the wagon, would soon stop to rest and feed the horses, they planned to travel ahead and have a lunch in the woods. They ate their plentiful lunch in a shady forest nook. Only two hard- boiled guinea eggs were left. These they stowed away in their pockets until their appetites should return. After a short rest they walked on until the railroad crossing was reached. Here was a place to stop. The railroad always enthused the country boy, especially after riding in a slow jolting wagon. Playing about the tracks, something which would have brought punishment upon their head s or other parts of the body, were it known to the parents, filled the lads with joy and occupied much time. The younger boy suggested that they place stones and things on the rails; and on their way back they could see the damage the train would do the objects. Having placed very pleasing articles on the tracks, they caught up to their father, who had passed them long ago, when they hid in the willows along the roadbed. Conscience worked in the mind of the older boy, until it forced him to exclaim. “Say, John, what if the things we put on the tracks back there should wreck a train?” “I was just thinking that myself,” answered the young lad. They were not allowed to converse further, for a hail came from a neighbor driving along the road. “Have you heard of the train wreck?” he asked. “It’s over Spring- field way.” He talked with the father and neither of them saw the lads run- ning up the road. The tracks were easily a mile dis- tant, but the boys soon reached them. Panting for breath they approached the spot and there lay two guinea eggs, one on each rail, each care- fully propped up with earth. They knocked them from the rails, smash- ing them completely. The appetites were not appeased, but consciences were light. NORMAN TAGGARD. MARIE’S SWEETHEART. One day Marie awoke very early. The ' birds were singing and the sun was starting his daily course. Marie lived in California in the Coast Range Mountains. Her father owned a large tract of land consisting mainly of pine trees. The land was fenced and perfectly safe. Marie had a large collie. She loved him so well that she called him her Sweetheart (and Sweetie for short). One morning Marie decided to go for a picnic all by herself and not “wif Sweetie.” After breakfast Marie gave her mother a kiss, took a cookie and a banana and started for the woods. “Don’t go far and be back by noon,” called Mrs. Manning. “Better take Sweetie.” “I is goin’ all by mysclvcs,” said three-year-old Marie. 10 THE TARGET Marie slipped out the back door and ran as fast as her feet could take her. As she reached the pine trees and their gloomy height she wished for Sweetie. Marie walked farther and farther. When she became hun- gry she sat down and ate her cookie and banana. Soon she spied an open spot with green grass and pretty flowers. “It’s now half past twelve and she hasn’t come yet,” said Mrs. Man- ning. “I guess she went to Mrs. Smith’s for lunch. They will bring her home. Of course the dog is with her.” Marie spent the afternoon playing with the flowers and building grass huts. Suddenly the sun disappeared behind a large black cloud. “The clouds is goin’ to rain. I must go home,” thought Marie. Just then there was a loud clap of thunder and a drenching rain. Marie was very wet. She put out her hand to find her hat but instead she felt a rope. She followed the rope and came to something warm and bushy. “Sweetie,” hobbed Marie, “I is so glad you come.” After the rain Marie started home with Sweetie leading. It was quarter of seven and Mrs. Manning was frantic. She was fixing the dinner. She stepped out on the porch. Her eyes were red with weep- ing. As she looked up what should she see but Marie on Sweetie’s back and water dripping from her dress. “My child, my child. I thought you were lost.” “I was but Sweetheart come and bringed me home.” Mrs. Manning stooped, took the dog’s head in her hands and said, “You’re the best Sweetheart I ever had.” ELIZABETH WALTERS. BOBBY IN EGYPT. It was in the corner of the sum- mer house just where the large pink- rose seemed to be making a shelter for the bluejay’s nest that Bobby sat. He felt homesick and wished that he had never left England. The hot Egyptian sun was trying hard to find a way into the cool shadow of the summer house and just touched the tips of Bobby’s toes. A scorching wind blew from the desert, and Bobby saw a large bird, born on the wings of the wind, drop in the grass outside his hedge. Bobby crept up to it and put out his han d to catch it when, plop, his foot had touched a rock that rolled down the hill, frightening the bird away. Bobby saw a light in the crevice where the rock had been, and he crawled through. Inside was a long flight of stairs, and on the walls, which were of stone, were many carved figures. He walked down a narrow corridor. Suddenly turning a corner, he came into a beautiful room. On the walls shone glittering emeralds, and the ceiling was made of gold. All about stood the mum- mies of Egyptians clad in armor. But the most wonderful of all was a stone chest that looked like a coffin. It stood on legs with wings. Bobby walked nearer to it, but the mummies rushed toward him, scream- ing. Even as he gazed, the coffin flew out of the window. Bobby opened his eyes to find that he was still in the summer house with the blue jay cawing above him. VALENTINE McGILLYCUDDY. Margaret Rcsing: “I don’t think he’s lying but I don’t think he’s tell- ing the truth.” THE TARGET 1 1 All For Gratitude The hot intense heat of the noon- day sun had crushed everything; trees drooped, leaves withered, and the dry grass rustled and tossed in the hot currents of wind rising from the baked earth. An Indian boy, half hidden in the tall grass, watched fur- tively the far distant camp. There seemed to be no sign of unrest in it, which assured him that his people had not discovered his ab- sence. He crept on through the dead grass swiftly, but without a sound. At a distance, when his camp seemed only a speck, he rose and walked rapidly. Leaving the woodland and climbing a hill, he came in sight of a border settlement of a few log houses. There he stopped and looked back over the country he had just trav- eled. He left behind him his race, friends anl home; before him — what? He was an Indian, cruel, and al- ways would be. Yet under all this was the gratitude which never failed to repay a kindness. Had not the white man helped him in his trouble? Why should he not help the white man now? His presence in the sleepy hamlet was unnoticed and disregarded by everyone. Straight through the village he went, to a larger, more liveable cabin than the rest. He stopped before the open door and looked in. A kind-faced, white-haired priest sat writing, but as the Indian’s shadow fell across the doorway he looked up. He greeted him with some surprise yet kindly. The Indian spoke in his native language, “The Indians attack you to- night.” The priest started and turned pale. He asked the Indian for details, but all he could get from him was the repeated sentence, “The Indians attack you tonight.” The priest rose, placed water and food on the table, and departed to arouse the town. All was soon in a bustle. The set- ting sun found the houses vacant, and everyone safe in the block- house of the town. X- -X- -X- -X- •X The priest returned to his cabin. Across the doorway lay the Indian boy, one arm thrown above his head. The long gashes in the boy’s sides and legs told the story. As the priest lifted the lifeless body, he muttered, “He was followed.” FRANCES SCHLAMAN. THE WELCOME PUNISHMENT. “The Zapatistas, Senor, the Zapa- tistas,” excitedly called Manuel, “they are storming the hill of San Juan and it is thought that they will come down any minute.” “Go barricade the doors, and above all tell the factory men to keep off the roof,” ordered Mr. Wilson. As prophesied by the servant the bandits swept down from the hill, being brave only in the fact that they knew the city was unprotected, except for the handful of men they had met on the hill. For the cowardice of a Mexican cannot be overcome and the city had been abandoned, by the Carranzistas when rumors of the coming attack were heard. Mr. Wilson and his family were sit- ting in a back room when a loud knocking was heard at the door. As her husband moved towards it Mrs. Wilson tried to detain him but lie 12 THE TARGET wisely said that the greater the de- lay the more the suspicion. Mr. Wil- son was taken prisoner and would have been shot had he not been seen by a general who asked why it was being done. When the American said, “That’s what I would like to know,” he saw the injustice of it and thought it better to inquire. In the meantime Mrs. Wilson and the children were trying to convince the soldiers that they had no enemies hidden. The house was searched eight times because they were posi- tive they had seen some on the roof. It was done under this excuse, but it was also noticed that many things dis- appeared. Suddenly, in burst Manuel trembling as he said, “Senora, the men disobeyed, and they watched the Zapatistas’ victory. A few were shot before they could scramble down. The Senor was taken prisoner. I would have come sooner but the men would not let me knowing I would tell.” As Mrs. Wilson was .going to see the commander about her husband, he appeared. She explained about the soldiers, seen by them, who were really curious factory men. “He will have a fair chance, but it is really a very serious matter,” was his reply. The English consul worked as he had never done before, and it was through his efforts that Air. Wilson was proved innocent. The penalty was, however, a pass given to him, a sign that he must leave the country. As it was not posisble to travel with- out this necessary bit of paper, the Wilson family had not left before. When safely in the United States, Mr. Wilson said, “It was a pretty risky way of getting a pass, but cer- tainly more effective than our many other attempts. I wonder if they thought coming here, was a punish- ment.” THE ODYSSEUS OF TODAY. After the European war, Odysseus gathered the treasure belonging to him and sailed for home. His treas- ure consisted of one hundred and fifty tons of pigiron, fifty pounds of gold, two tons of copper, a Welsh rabbit, and a telephone with which to speak with Mars. Soon they arrived at the land of the Dough-eaters. Here they leveled the city to the ground with their large guns. Landing, Odysseus and his men divided the goods left in the city, and feasted until night on rarebit, chicken, doughnuts and wine. The Dough-eaters, who had escaped, went to their neighbors for help. In the morning when Odysseus and his crew awoke, they heard the throb of the motor trucks and air- ships bearing the friends of the van- quished Dough-eaters. In the battle which followed, Odysseus was de- feated and lost ten men from each shop. The rest of his men fled. A few days later, they sighted the Island of Batteries. The ships sailed into the harbor. Several went to Davy Jones’ locker on account of the electrified water. Those that had escaped, steamed away. One morning they arrived at the Island of the Meat Choppers. Here several men were killed by acci- dentally falling into the choppers. Having rested, the remainder sailed to Mars. Here Olysseus installed his telephone system, thereby con- necting Mars with Air. Edison. He left Alars and soon arrived at the cliff of the Talking Alachincs. Here Odysseus and his men, with the aid of their sound-proof suits, destroyed these wonderful instru- ments and used the steel from the machinery for a wireless tower. ELIZABETH JENKINS. THE TARGET On the homeward voyage, they were wrecked on a great iceberg that moved about the sea hunting for ships. Fortunately Odysseus was adjusting the anti-wireless engine of submarine, which was propped up on the deck, at the time of the accident. As the submarine floated from the deck of the large ship, Odysseus was astonished and frightened to see the white mass approach him. Start- ing the engine he dived under the ice mountain, and two weeks later ar- rived safely home. CLARENCE MAYO. A DAY IN A COUNTRY SCHOOL (A True Story.) The teacher came out on the porch of a small country-school house. She rang a large bell. The children ran talking and laughing into two single lines. They marched in, to the music of an old organ. Eight grades were in one room. Then the whispering began, that lasted all day. While the eighth grade was laboring over hypo- tenuse, the first and second were learning a new song. Little Arthur cried out, “I bet I can lick you, George Haskins!” The teacher pulled her whip off of the organ. On the end dangled a dozen lizards, tied on with “lizard snares” as the boys call- ed them. The teacher screamed, which delighted the children. She angrily exclaimed, “You big boys shall remain after school to-night, and write your spelling lesson fifty times!” Arthur smiled to see she had forgotten to punish him. At noon when they had eaten their lunches from the red and yellow “cut plug” chewing tobacco lunch cans, the boys tried to play rugby, about which they didn’t know much. The girls wanted them to pl?y baseball with them, so at every chance, one would throw the ball over the fence or kick it away. But the boys soon found a remedy for this, by threaten- ing to kiss every girl that bothered them. Tlmre was a general restlessness in the ;oom when it was drawing near four o’clock. As the lessons were finished, there was a bustle, and the itobm was empty. The teacher had forgotten to keep the boys. The boys and girls with their lunch cans, all climbed into a large grape wagon filled half full of pomace coming from a nearby winery, and slowly they dis- appeared down the road. JANICE BARTLETT. BUM. My brother and I had been camp- ing out. One early morning we heard an animal howling, as though in pain. We hurried up the valley and were just in time to see a large herd of cattle charging down on a a dog caught in a steel cayote trap. I drove the cows away while my brother released the dog. He was a fine big brown animal with large in- telligent eyes. After returning to camp we fixed his foot. It had just been caught between the toes and he was well in a short time. We named him Bum. Several days later the three of us, my Brother, Bum and myself, started on a hike through the snow-covered mountains. It was a narrow path, with a straight wall above, and a sheer drop of several hundred feet below. Suddenly while on the worst part of the road we heard a rumbling roar that grew louder each moment. Looking above we were terrified to THE, TARGET sec a huge avalanche hurtling to- wards us. We ran and narrowly es- caped being caught in the snow slide. Failing to see Bum, we started in search of him, but were stopped by the end of the path. We went in the other direction but after a walk of several hundred feet, were stopped in the same way. The path had been carried down. Bum was probably dead, but we would die a worse death, that of starvation. At the end of the first day we were beginning to feel hungry. We ate sparingly, how- ever, for we did not know when we would get more. That night we slept restlessly. Next morning I said, “We have about one chance out of a thousand for release because there is not a settlement closer than twenty miles.” At the close of this second day of torture, for our water supply was gone now, my brother became delirious. As I woke next morning I was hor- rified to see something wriggling down the clifT above us. I thought at first it was a snake, but I soon saw it was a rope. Then a man above me shouted, “We’ll pull you up.” I tied my brother on, and soon followed him. On arriving at the top I was astonished to see Bum, alive and hap- py- Then the sopkesman said, “Yester- day a dog came into our burg and seemed anxious to have some one fol- low him. He looked fagged out so we knew he had come a long way. We got up a searching party and he led us here.” Bum in some miraculous way had escaped death in the snow-slide and had gone forty miles to save our lives. GORDON INGRAHAM. A MEETING OF HORATIUS AND MACAULAY. “Why, who is this I see? Can it be Horatius?” He was a new arrival in the Dream Land of Flowers. “Yes I am Horatius, but who art thou?” said a strong looking man, who had been in the Land of Flowers, long, and was tired of the quiet life. At present he was conversing with Ulysses. “I am Macaulay,” was the brief re- sponse. “Not he, who hast written of my d eed ifi the glorious Roman days, long since past?” “Yes, the same. ’Twas a glorious deed, Horatius. Many are the chil- dren who have learned the stanzas whitch tell of it, tho’ but feebly ex- pressed. “I owe you eternal thanks. But thou pratest like a woman. Bah! Such foolishness. Modesty is a woman’s virtue, unsuitable in a man. Those stanzas which thou hast written are glorious. Without them the deed would long have been for- gotten, though great in its day.” “Methinks that many days from now your noble deed will still be famous. But come, we must eat and drink or else grow feeble like chil- dren.” The speaker was Achilles, and they slowly wended their way to the river’s brink, where Macaulay taught them what a picnic was. MARY HUGGINS. Teacher: “My liege, I hie. Define ‘liege.’ ” Jose Makalalad: “A souvenir.” Mansie Soo-Hoo: “Our High Ninth class looks so small, doesn’t it?” Ellen Marsden: “Yes, Erie Fon- taine isn ' t in it.” THE TARGET 15 HIS COMRADES. During the construction of a rail- way in England, a number of tunnels had to be bored. Shafts, some of them two hundred feet deep, were sunk from the hill-tops to the tunnels, for purposes of ventilation. Among the men employed on this work was a man by the name of Dan Graves, whose duty was at the top of the shafts. He had to raise the tubs filled underground, and return them empty to the other workmen. If any mishap occurred, such as the breaking of a chain, or the falling of a piece o. loose rock, he had to warn the men below, so that they could retreat out of danger. One morning, while he was thus en- gaged at one of the deeepst shafts on the line, his foot slipped, and he felt himself falling towards the nar- row channel, against whose ragged sides or whose rocky bottom he knew he must be hurled and killed. In that terrible moment, however, he did not lose his presence of mind. His first thought was of his com- rades. If he cried out for help, the men below would mob out of their shelters to see what was the matter, and even if they succeeded in saving him it would be at the tremendous risk of losing their own lives. So the man with a chivalry as great as that of any knight, gave in his usual voice the signal, “Look out be- low!’’ And, secure in their retreats, ignorant of what was happening, the workmen below heard the crash as their comrade fell to his death. FRED PETERS. Miss Christy: “To him this dun- geon was a gulf. Define ‘gulf.’ ” Aileen Strehl: “An abscess.” A MOTOR BOAT. A supervising teacher of a certain district in the central part of the Philippines had a motor boat which was noted for its great speed. It won three consecutive one-hundred-fifty mile races that were scheduled for championship of the middle islands’ sea water sport. One day during the Christmas vacation, he started out for a trip with his wife and son of six. Think- ing that the weather was very pleas- ant, he brought nothing that they would possibly use in case of emer- gency, excepting a few gallons of gasoline, just enough for the intended round trip. Owing to the fact that they had gone farther than the oil could afiford, on their way home the gasoline sup- ply was exhausted. They rowed the boat with the palms of their hands, but the current was so strong that a little later they were washed out to the heart of the ocean. After five days on the water the boy was dead thirsty and hungry. “Mama, mama, give me bread and water,” he cried. “Yes, my son, when we go home,” she said. Fortunately it rained. The man took off his coat and spread it wide so as to catch the raindrops. It being wet he squeezed the water out of the garment into his son’s mouth. In two weeks’ time they were pick- ed up by a government coast guard boat, bundles of skin and bones but with hearts still throbbing. JOSE MAKALALAD. Phyllis Harms to Alice Means: “How long is your costume?” Alice: “Nine inches.” i6 THE TARGET Musical Organizations THE BAND THE BAND. The band is far better this year than ever before as they are not only playing much more difficult pieces but they are doing all their selections better. The members have been hard at work polishing up the num- bers for the concert. They have not been heard in public since the last issue of the “Target” except at the Red Cross meeting of May 23rd. A few changes have occurred in the membership of the Willard Band. Murray Putman has succeeded Horace Davidson as manager of the bass drum and Ned Mfaher has taken over the baritone and will begin reg- ular work next term. Heber Gute one of our recent graduates, kindly consented to play the baritone at the concert. MANDOLIN AND GUITAR CLUB The club has, in spite of the many interruptions, been meeting regular- ly in the morning each week, in pre- paration for the spring concert. With Winston Petty as cello accompanist for “Metropole March,” two other pieces are to be on the program, “Le Voyage Gallop,” and “Home to Our Mountains.” They hope to play for us at the final exercises at the close of the term. THE ORCHESTRA. We always expect good work from our Orchestra and we have not been disappointed. They contributed to the success of the Seventh Grade pageant program and to the Ninth THE TARGET 1 7 THE MANDOLIN AND GUITAR CLUB Grade dramatics as well. Selec- tions were played by them the evening of May 18th when the Em- erson pupils gave “Snow White’’ in the Willard auditorium. They, too, have been preparing for the concert of May 25th, arranged for the bene- fit of the Red Cross work and the school treasury. THE GLEE CLUB. This organization has been very busy throughout the semester pre- paring for the spring concert. As the fifth period is used almost every day, there is only Wednesday left, and that is sometimes necessary for class meetings, so our work has been interrupted frequently. However, the members have done their best and very satisfactory work has been the result. PIANO CLUB NOTES. The second meeting of the Piano Club was held April 5th. Follow- ing is the program: Newland’s “Valse Caprice,’ by Elaine Rambo; Spindler’s “Romanze,” Alice Peter- son; Mendelssohn’s “Spring Song,” Lucile Landregan; Mortez’s “Pan- derous,” Joseph Fredericks; Wach’s “Ballancelle,” Marion Smith; Oust’s “Chansonette,” Zella McCreary; Schubert’s “Serenade,” Eugenie Schutt; Grieg’s “Ase’s Death,” Helen Gray; Chopin’s “Nocturne,” Irene Kelman. At the third gathering on May 7th Beatrice Pedler played Krogman’s “In Slumberland”; Laura Durkee, Cho- pin’s “Two Little Preludes”; Marion McCord, Schubert’s “Moment Musi- cale”; Valentine McGillycuddy, Bee- thoven ' s “Farewell to the Piano”; Gertrude Kendall, Chopin’s “Waltz.” i8 THE TARGET Both of these programs were as en- joyable as our Piano Club meetings have the reputation of being. The members of the graduating class will .provide the last program, assisted by two low ninth students. Those who will be heard are: Edith Landon, Sylvia Leland, Ellen Mars- den, Grace Greet, Joseph Fredericks, Kathrine Green and Irene Kelman. TOO LATE. Yung Lee and his mother lived in a province in Southern Manchuria. Yung was very disagreeable to his mother and often beat her cruelly. He worked in the rice-fields and his mother brought his lunch to him at noon. One day as Yung was going to work, he saw a mother bird feeding her young. Suddenly he thought, “My mother must have been as good to me when I was young as that mother bird in the tree. I am sorry that I have been cruel to my poor mother. Hereafter, I intend to honor and take care of her.” So saying, he went to work, thinking meanwhile of the mother bird. As noon came on, his mother pre- pared the lunch carefully and came out into the fields with it. While she was quite far away she saw Yung coming to meet her. Thinking that he was approaching to beat her, she set the lunch down and ran. Yung ran after her, wishing to make up for his past cruelty. He was a fast run- ner but fear lent wings to his aged mother’s feet. After hastening for a long time, she dropped down, dead. Panting from his great exertion, Yung reached the spot where his mother was lying. At first not seeing that she was dead, he said: “Mother, forgive me for having been so unkind THE TARGET l 9 THE GLEE CLUB to you.” Then, ‘‘Dead! and killed by me! I would that I had died the day I was born!” Yung carried his mother home in his arms and laid her on his bed. He had a magnificent funeral for her and built a monument over the spot where she died. MANSIE SOO-HOO. THE GREATEST GIFT. In the olden days of knighthood and chivalry, in a tall and grim castle, there lived a beautiful and gracious damsel, who was known as Lady Clare. This Lady Clare was wooed by three gallant knights; but she wished to test their love for her, so she said, “I shall marry the knight who brings me the greatest gift.” The handsomest of these knights brought her his African slaves laden with precious jewels. She looked up- on this gift in contempt. The wittiest of these knights of- fered her his large and wonderful collection of books and jokes. She laughed scornfully at the thought of accepting a gift from a knight whom she knew, did not think there was anything better in the world than his books and jokes. The bravest of these knights had nothing to offer her but his love. This she knew was the greatest of gifts as most women do now. VERA MOTT. Mr. Beardsley: “How long is the Columbia River?” Laverne Wear: “Twenty-two years.” Erato Dchmel translating Latin: “For a long time they heard silence.” 20 THE TARGET Did It Ever Happen to You? The night was dark. The wind wailed dismally. Far away coyotes howled. At the foot of a cliff three hoys sat and shivered. That morn- ing they had started out from the little village of Woodtown to be rob- bers in the rough country to the north. They hadn’t taken any weapons because they expected to make spears an d bows and arrows. They brought with them three rich layer cakes, two pies, and a bag of cookies. They had eaten one pie and almost finished two of the cakes. Dick had said, “We never have had enough ■ sweets before but now we’ll eat all we want.” When night came, they had stopped at the cliff. They had been walking all day, and reckoned they were about twenty miles from home. They planned to catch a rabbit or a bird and make a fire to cook it on. “Where are the matches?’’ asked Tom. “I didn’t bring any,” chorused the other two boys. This was a bad beginning. “Well, we don’t need any fire,” said Tom. “Let’s cat some cake and cookies. Somehow no one wanted any. It was quite late now. An owl hooted in a tree near them. The hills were filled with strange noises. " Listen! What was that?” whis- pered Harry. Some gravel came rattling down the cliff. They were sure the} ' heard some- thing. Leaves rustled, and a twig snapped! The boys huddled closer. “Maybe we had better climb a tree,” gasped Tom. “No,” said Dick. “If it ' s bear it wouldn’t do any good.” They were too frightened to move. Harry was whimpering now, and said he wished he hadn’t come. The THING moved nearer. The boys’ hair stood on end. Then out of the darkness came — “Oh, Harry, where are you?” The delighted Harry recognized his father’s anxious voice! They learned from him they were only five miles from home, having walked in a circle! When they ar- rived home they agreed that run- ning away was not very much fun after all. WINSTON PETTY. THE ADVENTURE OF KENOW- ASSEE GUNDRA. As the sun rose over the level plains it beheld a terrible sight. A camp in the southern part of the land was a wreck of dead warriors’ teepees and blood. The Kenournian tribe of Indians had overthrown their leader, Kenow- assee Puga, the elder. They had ex- iled him to the farthest end of the kingdom. His son, Kenowassee Gun- dra (junior) was, at one hour after sunrise, to run the gauntlet. “The time is fast approaching,” thought the lad, as he stood in the window of his tiny stone cell. “It will soon be here,” thought he. Just then a leaf fell at his feet. To many it would not be considered worth anything, but to this agile quick- brained boy, it furnished means of es- THE TARGET 21 cape. By leaning far over the wind- sill he could see the guard pacing to and fro. Climbing upon the window- ledge, he leapt one of the same kind of leaps that had won him distinc- tion in matches. He landed in the tree as he had hoped, and smiling to himself he gradually ascended to the top. How long he sat there he did not know, but in a little while he saw many of his people searching for him. Numskulls that they were, they did not look into the tree, but went for their horses and were soon gal- loping over the plains in pursuit of him. Laughing at their foolishness he mounted an unused charger and turning its head northward rode to the camp of the Genoguans, where he was welcomed and kindly treated. If one of his tribesmen saw him he failed to recognize him as the one for whom they were seeking. BARBARA ROBERTS. A COMIC-DRAMA. The whole dramatic division of the Star Film Company had arrived at the Desert Islands to make one of the most exciting pictures in the history of “movies.” A white man is supposed to be dying on a desert island when a cannibal comes along and picks him up, takes him home, and cares for him. Dick Sands was the white man and I was the cannibal. It was my turn to come on. I stared to run for Dick when I tripped and fell in the bushes. In the meantime, a reai savage ap- peared unexpectedly in the scene and seized Dick. The rest of the com- pany thinking I was the cannibal, yelled with approval. Climbing out of the bushes I explained the situa- tion as briefly as I could. “Everybody after the savage!” ex- claimed the director. Such a scurrying I never witnessed before. Two men ran ahead of the rest and finally captured Dick and the cannibal. Between breaths he explained that he had been a negro cook on a vessel sunk off the islands. He was so hungry he had captured Dick, thinking he might have food in his pockets. In gratitude he begged to be our servant. The director gave him a position as cook of our company. Ever since we have been eating food fit for kings. DARRELL DONNELL. MAGIC RINGS. Have you ever taken some pebbles and thrown them into the water, and watched them make rings? One night in the country I was stand- ing on a rustic bridge over a quiet lake, throwing rocks into the water, and watching them make rings, that appeared as if by magic. I picked up a stone that was smooth and shiny and threw it far into the water. The ring that it made was larger than the others and it seemed to be deeper, too almost like a hole. I saw something white swirling in the center and I jumped into O ' canoe that was in the water near by, and paddled out to the ring. I ex- pected it to disappear by the com- motion of the water as my canoe ap- proached, but it did not. I leaned out and caught up the white object in the center. To my surprise it was solid; it stayed in my hand. 1 pad- died to the shore. In my hand lay a beautiful shimmering pearl. Was that not magic? JESSIE WARWICK. pJl £ xik§© oHH©(Q6G4g5)(c e t® B5 If 1124 ®) @ o Cbe tars an b Stripes; May the banner of America, The stars and stripes so grand, Wave in triumph always, avc o’er our native land. May it wave for truth and justice. For pride and loyalty, May it wave for peace and plenty, For life and liberty. May it wave to cleanse this earth Of the bloody work of Mars, May it wave to bring to all This victory through our stars. ELEAXOR MEAD. THE TAR G E T 23 Our Flag By FRANCES B. SEYMOUR. See my country’s flag on high, See it wave o’er yonder hill. For that flag Fll live, and die, No other flag its place could fill. There’s a subtle dignity in its wave, Old glory’s honor can never lag; We’ll all stand for it,— the weak, the brave, Dear starred and striped, beloved flag. OUR BANNER. Hail, to our flag, which o’er us doth wave, Honored by all, for to us it gives Freedom, liberty and justice to all In the land of the free, and the home of the brave. Red stands for loyalty, blue for the brave, White is for purity, the stars for the states. Three cheers for the banner which always shall wave “O’er the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.” PHYLLIS HARMS. THE REASON. It’s not for any mortal’s gain. And not to brag of gore Which they have shed on the battle field, ' That true men go to war. It’s not to gain a well known name, As knights would do of yore, For wealth, or praise, or highest rank, T hat true men go to war. The true man doesn’t lose his life To be enrolled in lore; Because he loves his own dear land. The true man goes to war. WILLIAM WARREN. THE SPIRIT OF SEVENTEEN. Hark! do you hear the bugle s blast The drum beats’ echoing roll, The fiife’s shrill cry, as when in the past Men rallied to freedom’s goal? Can you see the flag afloat in the air The eagle above awing? Do you feel the pulse of a nation stir To war-time marching swing? The spirit of seventy-six, of old, Is born again today. We’ve pledged our faith — a faith we’ll hold, To “A World of Liberty.” EDWARD SCOTT. FOR THE FLAG. Toe, the flag bearer of his com- pany, was only nineteen years old and could still be called new to the service. As the boys were on their way to the front there was great con- fusion and crowding at the sta- tions through which they passed. They were approaching the trenches and they neared their destination they heard the roar of cannon and the reports of shells bursting, which became almost deafening. Suddenly the awful din ceased, and the silence which followed seemed 24 THE T A R G E, T almost deathlike, although every now and then the crack of a sniper’s rifle could be heard. When the boys left the train they learned that one of the most desperate battles of the war had just been fought here. They were stationed in one of the rear trenches where they were to wait for further orders. And orders, which thrilled even the dullest hearts, soon came, for their regiment was to relieve another which had been occupying the first line from time to time for the last two months. They soon were on the march, and brought up at their trench that even- ing. It was well protected by sand bags, and was not like some of them, muddy and cramped. They were hardly settled when they noticed movements in the enemy’s trenches which seemed preparatory to an- other attack. The inference was cor- rect for very soon the enemy rose from their trenches in absolute si- lence and formed their ranks with- out the least confusion. Then, si- lently and in perfect order, they made at double quick for Joe’s trench. In the meantime, however, things had been happening on our side. Ma- chine guns had been fixed in place, rifles examined, and even the big guns in the rear had been telephoned as to the position and movements of the enemy. Suddenly the Germans broke into a fast run and in an incredibly short time entered our trenches with a shout. Immediately the dim, which the boys had heard on the train, was renewed. Joe, as flag bearer, was attacked oftener than the other sol- diers and soon almost overcome by exhaustion. Suddenly he felt a stinging sensation in his right shoul- der, and on looking down found blood running down his chest. Now, with his right had disabled, he made a vain attempt to hold the flag and keep off the enemy with his left. As lie felt himself gradually growing weaker, he called a comrade, who was fighting near him, and said, “Will, I won’t be able to hold the flag much longer, for I caught a bullet in my right shoulder. Come quickly.” Will rushed up to him just in time to grasp the staff as Joe fell, gasping,, “Stand by the flag, Will.” JOHN ELDREDGE. SECRETS. Oh tall and stately redwood, Oh softly rustling pine, That whisper in the breezes Your secrets I wish were mine. Oh grand and solemn forest. Your secrets you ne’er tell, Save to the silent flowers Or the Dryads in the dell. DOROTHY BATTEE. MARY’S SURPRISE PARTY. “Croak, croak. My but that’s nice,” said Mr. Croaker Frog as he read an invitation from Fluff, one of the fairies who take care of the rushes that grow on the river bank. It had just arrived that morning by the Snail Express, and read: “Dear Croaker, Please come to my house at five o’clock to-morrow morning as I am going to give a surprise party in honor of Mary. The guests will meet at my house, and then go in a body to the oak tree in the middle of the meadow by the pond. Please wear your best clothes. “Your old friend, “FLUFF. “P. S. — Do not bother about re- freshments as they will be served at Dewdrop Inn by the old bridge.” THE TARGET 25 “Well, well; I must practice in or- der to live up to my reputation of being the best croaker in the land.” When the day of the party dawned, Croaker could hardly wait to put on his shiny new green dress suit. Finally the appointed hour arrived, so he gathered up his music and hopped off to Fluff’s house where guests were rapidly assembling. After exchanging greetings the whole merry crowd trooped off to the big oak. Here they saw, to their great delight, that the fairy carpen- ters had put up a wonderful dancing platform by order of the Fairy Queen, who just loved to spring pleasant surprise on her friends. They decided to hide under the platform and pop out suddenly on May as she passed by. Soon May ar- rived in her chariot drawn by but- terflies. She was simply overwhelmed by the delightful surprise. After greetings the dance was on. Croaker never had such fun in his life. He danced every dance though he became somewhat winded at times. At sundown they set out for Dew- drop Inn, where they had delicious refreshments consisting of butterfly sandwiches, elder-berry wine, huckle- berries with blueberry sauce, and frozen honey garnished with candied violets. It was so dark when they finally stared for home that the Queen or- dered her fireflies to light the paths for them. Mr. Frog, whose croak was more fascinating than ever, es- corted several ladies home and went to bed so happy, that he dreamed sweet dreams of all that had hap- pened during the day. BARBARA H. AMES. Miss Hartley in L. 9Music: “Go back to Heaven.” TROUBLE AHEAD. One night just before a certain train pulled out of the station, the engineer, who was noted for being very superstitious, told the crew that he had a feeling that something dreadful was going to happen. The men paid no attention to him as they had heard him express such fears on other occasions ,and laugh- ingly boarded the train. After traveling several miles, the engineer noticed that from time to time a flickering shadow suddenly appeared, kept a pace with the train, and just as suddenly disappeared again. He became very worried, as he could not account for it in any way. After the third occurrence he became so alarmed that he was un- able to run the train. Calling the crew together he told them what had happened. They tried to seem in- terested, but judging from the smiles on their faces it was evident that they did not take the matter seriously. Two of the trainmen, who knew the engineer’s failing, gave no heed at all to his words, and walked around a bend in the road to smoke. In a few seconds they came running back, shouting at the top of their voices, “The bridge is broken!” The engineer called back, “I knew it, I knew it. I told you something was going to happen.” When the excitement over this dis- covery was at its height, behold! the shadow appeared again. At this, the terror-stricken engineer lost control of himself entirely, but his more practical fellow-workers began an investigation of its cause, and found — a little moth caught in the head- ] ' g h t- ETHEL ALLEN. Mr. Beardsley: “President Taft is good in his way and he weighs a lot.” 26 THE TARGET TRACK NOTES. On Friday, May 11th, the annual field day was held on the University field. The first place was Avon by Edison with a score of 98 5-6. Wil- lard came second, gaining a total of 91 5-6. Garfield had 81 1-3 points and won the rooting cup. Our boys did excellent Avork and the folloAving contributed to our honors: G. Taka- hashi, R. Gaw, L. Dougherty, H. Kenny, R. Kanzee, T. Matthews, S. McKendrie, J. Bennett, C. White, O. Cameron, K. Paine, N. Taggard, G. Pearce, F. Hall, R. Moody, F. Plate. BASEBALL. The Willard baseball team has played a successful series this spring with LeAvis Bush for captain. Fol- loAving are the players according to their positions: Pitcher, Frank Hall; catcher, Clarence Texdahl; first base, Fred Plate; second base, Taylor Matthews; third base, Oscar Cam- eron; shortstop, LeAvis Bush; center- field, Gerald Pearce; right field, Wil- lard Garrison; left field, Everett Wood; substitutes, George GaAv and Edgar Connell. The boys defeated Garfield tAvice with a 3 — 2 and -1 — 3 score. Bur- bank beat them once, 7 — 3. Edi- son also won one 5 — 4 game. The finals Avere played AAuth Edison and Ave Avon the Berkeley intermediate basket-ball championship. BASKETBALL. Basket-ball has been an important game this term because of the oppor- tunity the boys have had to practice. Unfortunately the first team has lost a majority of its games, though all Avere close and Avell fought. The first game, Avith Gar- field, Avas 19 — 17 in their favor. Bur- bank yielded to us Avith a score of 2 — 0. The match Avith Edison Avas fought the hardest and Avon by them, 22 — 18. The semi-final game, with Garfield, resulted in their victory, 26 — 18. Our players for the season THE TARGET BASEBALL TEAM were Frank Hall, Edgar Connell, Fred Plate, Lewis Bush, Gerald Pearce. The second team won two out of four games played, winning from Burbank and Edison and losing to Garfield. The semi-final was in Edison’s favor. Taylor Matthews, Joseph De Bonis, Harold McAneney, Clarence Texdahl, Fred Swan, George Knoop and Gerald Pearce represent- ed the Willard School and did good work. The boys aren’t the only ones who enjoy athletics. At McKinley the girls had basket-ball games and ten- nis tournaments. We all know that it is hard to get an athletic field but the girls could either play some- times on the boys’ court or else have one behind the school. If the poles were erected, the girls would soon wear off the grass and we would have a fine basket-ball field. There would be no question as to the enthusiasm as almost all the girls want either basketball or tennis. YEAR AND HIS EMPLOYEES. Year was just moving into his of- fice building, which was in World Block. He expected to do a thriving business, but he was starting with only one employee. His employee’s name was Miss January. She was very cool and collected, but some- times she would get rowdyish when she was with Mr. Blizzard. It was at the end of the month when Mr. Blizzard had come to visit Miss Jan- uary that they were talking and she was neglecting her work. Suddenly Year came in. “You are discharged,’’ he cried. “I won’t have lazy employees around 28 THE TARGET BASKET-BALL TEAM The next to apply for a position was Miss February. She looked very cool and unfriendly, but Year needed her so she was given a trial. She had been with Year only twenty- eight days when they quarreled and Miss February left. Mr. Year then put an advertisement in the local newspaper and a rowdy named Mr. March saw it, applied, and received the appointment. He was continuously boasting and blowing about his achievements and Year reprimanded him. He resigned after just thirty-one days of very ir- regular service. The next day, Miss April answered the advertisement. She was a very emotional young lady, much given to weeping but she appeared to be a good worker. Sometimes, however, in the midst of her work, she would break down and cry, so Mr. Year did not keep her long. She served only thirty days. Miss May 7 Time next applied. She had a very sunny disposition. She loved the open air, but she could settle down and work if she chose. Year gladly appointed her to a po- sition and May joyously set to work. When she had nothing else to do she worked in Year’s garden. Unfortu- nately, she had to leave after but thirty-one days of good work, be- cause her family moved away. Mr. June was a very good worker but he had a hot temper. He worked only thirty days when he resigned “to pick asparagus” — as he said. Year was getting discouraged. He could not seem to keep anybody longer than thirty-one days. He gave Mr. John July a position without even inquiring about his personal character. John July had a very THE TARGET 29 fiery and stormy temper. He was discharged after thirty-one days, so he joined the army. Mr. Augustus August was very much like his predecessor, only more so. But Mr. Year was so des- perately in need of a helper that he employed him. But when Miss September came and applied for a position, Mr. Year was so pleased with her appearance that he dis- charged Mr. August and gave Miss September the place. Miss September was very in- dustrious. She helped Mr. Year in balancing the grain accounts. She was forced to resign after a month of hard work so that she could go to school. Miss Octavia October was quite as industrious as Miss September. She was valuable in recording the apple crop reports. As the weather grew colder she left to go, south. Miss November was Mr. Year’s next employee. She was a fairly good worker, although she would rather be snow-balling than working in an office. While Miss November was still at work (she had been working twenty-nine days), a pretty young lady named Miss December applied for a position. Mr. Year discharged Miss November the next day and Miss December filled the vacancy. Mr. Year grew very fond of Miss December, so on the thirty-first day of her service he said to her, “Miss December, will you marry me?” “No,” said Miss December, “I can’t. My real name is Mrs. Michael- mas. I am married.” Air. Year nearly fell over, but he was not so easily daunted. “Well,” he said, “we can elope.” “No,” replied Mrs. Alichaelmas. She hesitated, and then added, “Yes I will; my husband left me on the twenty-fifth of this month, and as he shows no sign of returning, and I have to support myself, I will go with you.” So at midnight they eloped and early the next morning, when Father Time came to see about his rent, he found the office empty. So he put up his sign, as he had put it up many times before — For Sale, Rent or Lease Apply Father Time 20 Century Avenue, Eternity. DOUGLAS KING. FOOLED ONLY ONCE. Jenny was hurrying home from school. Sc had stayed and played after dismissal and it was growing dark. “Surely,” thought she, “it can not be very late.” No, it was clouds that were hiding the sun. But she knew well it would soon rain. And she had no umbrella! She knew no one who lived around this neighbor- hood. There was a “cross old lady,” as she thought, who lived in the lit- tle brown house she was passing, but she wouldn’t lend her an umbrella. At this moment it began to pour. What should she do? Suddenly she heard a voice calling, “Little girl, come here!” She looked around. It was her cross old lady! At first she hesitated but finally ran up on the porch. The next moment she found herself eating cookies with a glass of rich milk. “Thank you very much,” she said. “By the way it is April Fool’s Day, and I haven’t been fooled once. Yes I have, do you know by whom?” And when the little old lady shook her head, she said softly, “By you, be- cause I thought you were cross, and you’re — you’re lovely.” SYLVIA LELAND. 30 THE TARGET PAGEANT PEOPLE A PAGEANT. On Thursday, May eleventh, pupils of the Seventh Grade gave a pageant called “Sunshine and Shadow.” It was composed by Constance D’Arcy, Mackay, and was written for the Na- tional Child Labor Committee. The story begins by the appearance of Ellen and Jane, her nurse. El- len has a picture in her hand of a little girl in a North Carolina mill. She explains to Jane that someone sent it to her father from New York, and that it’s something about little girls working. Jane asks her to stay in the park while she does her work. Ellen remains and falls asleep. She dreams about the sunshine and shadow children. The first part of the dream is the appearance of Joy. She invites the sunshine children to come and dance with her. When they finish the dance, Play and Knowledge ap- pear. Knowledge explains about a golden key she is wearing, that opens any door in the halls of life, and that if the doors are hard to open Aspiration, her sister (who then appears on the stage), will come and help. The sunshine children begin to dance again but are interrupted by a band of tired and ragged children led by Jack and Jill and accompanied by Fatigue and Ignorance. These children work in factories and mills. Jack asks Knowledge to give them a chance, but as he is asking, Greed steps in and forbids more speaking. Greed defies all the good spirits, but finally Knowledge awakens Pub- lic Opinion, who calls in Legis- lation, and breaks the fetters that bind him. The moment Greed sees that Legislation is unbound from his fetters he flees with his two com- panions. THE TARGET When the shadow children find that they are free they join with the sun- shine children in the merry dance. Ellen wakes up and begs the audi- ence to help her make the dream come true. MARGARET KING. RASTUS AND THE GHOST. This is the story as it was told to us boys by Rastus, who trembled even to think of it. It seems that Rastus was coming home late at night from a “colored celebration.” He was riding the old horse he owned, along a very dark road, the only one he could take near his place. Rastus was thinking of the ghost stotries he had heard. All of a sudden his horse stopped and began to tremble. Rastus, very much frightened, looked about but could feel rather than see someone. The thing seemed to be holding the horse’s bridle and Rastus was dumb with fright. Then the horse was given a resounding whack from behind, and off he started, racing dawn the road at a gallop. At one of the horse’s lurches Rastus was sent flying into the air. He found his way home, how, he doesn’t know. His horse, he found eating in front of his shack. We could hardly keep from laugh- ing outright, for it was we who played the trick on Rastus. One of us stooped down and grabbed the bridle, and the other hit the horse in back. We hope Rastus won’t find out, for then we will no doubt have a long race up the road. EDWIN ISAACS. Francis Howe in H. 9 Algebra: “I saw a graph showing the amount of pig you could buy.” 31 TRADE- RATS. Among the gold fields of Nevada, two young enthusiastic miners were seeking their fortunes. They lived in a cabin situated over a shallow shaft, which they used as a cellar. Extending from the bottom of the shaft, about ten or fifteen feet into the earth, was a drift, which they had never taken the trouble to ex- plore. Each morning, when the miners went down into their improvised cel- lar to get eggs for breakfast, they were extremely perplexed at finding one or two missing. The peculiar fact about this was that for every egg gone, was found a small stick. Not only eggs disappeared, but knives, forks and teaspoons, as well. But always in place of the missing article was found— a stick. So numerous were the articles missing, and so mysterious seemed their disappearance, that finally one of the boys conceived the idea of ex- ploring the old drift. By the light of a candle he proceeded slowly and cautiously into its depths. On near- ing the end there was heard a scam- pering of many rats. To his utter amazement, there lay all the lost articles, without even an egg being broken. These rats proved to be trade-rats, a breed peculiar to the desert. They have a keen desire for accumulating and trading, always leaving some- thing in place of what they take, thereby deriving their name. VIRGINIA MITCHELL. Albert Becker to Mr. Hughson: “Have you any clamps to glue my top up with?” Mr. Hughson: busy.” “No, they are all 3 2 THE TARGET Every successful business organi- zation takes an inventory once a year and renders to its stockholders a re- port on the amount and character of the business transacted. Our own intermediate school is a branch of an immense business or- ganization, in which the people are the stockholders. It is fitting there- fore that at the close of our first year we consider this question. Do the results of our year’s work repre- sent an adequate return to the tax- payers for the money they have in- vested for our benefit? If our tally sheet (office record card) shows a large accumulation of third and fourth sections, with mar- ginal notes referring to poor conduct, we are not justified in expecting the public to continue investing money in elaborate school buildings and equipment; any more than the stockholders of other business or- ganizations are expected to coiv tinue their contributions when the inventory shows a low rate of in- terest on the investment. Let each one of us therefore, as we inspect our tally sheet, resolve that the coming year shall show a high record of achievement. The public has availed itself of the opportunity several times during the past year to become acquainted with some of the phases of our work that have been manifested in the pro- grams for the benefit of the cur- tain fund, the Latin play, the English plays, the concert of the musical or- ganizations; and our excellent ex- hibits of the work of the manual training, drawing and domestic art departments. The expressions of appreciation by our patrons on these occasions for what the faculty is doing for the pu- pils, as well as for what the pupils are doing for themselves; also the words of commendation from those who have visited the less spectacular but equally important work of the THE TARGET 33 class room, causes us to feel that we are justifying the investment that has been made for us, and encourages us to look forward with confidence to a more abundant realization of our hopes for the future. W. B. CLARK. “TARGET” STAFF Editor Virginia Treadwell Manager .Ralph Beals ASSISTANTS Anita Avila, Albert Becker, How- ard Brown, Loraine Cleaveland, Mar- ion Cowen, Muriel Durgin, Frederick Fender, Katherine Green, Theodore Haseltine, Gertrude Hatch, Donald Honeywell, Fred Hurt, Helen Jack- son, Elizabeth Jenkins, Ralph Jensen, Dorothy Kinney, Evelyn Lewis, Al- bert Maas, Margot Mann, Lawrence Moloney, Joseph Moore, Marion Morton, Gerald Pearce, Felton Perk- ins, Natalie Raymond, Marion Settle- mier, Agnes Sherwood, Leila Shields, Elinor Stillman, Constance Traub, William Warren, Everett Wood. ADVISORY BOARD Mr. Clark Principal Miss Christy Teacher VICTORY AND DEFEAT. Two men stood silently on a high cliff beside a mountain pass that over- looked a broad plain. It was early morning, and as several peasants passed from a neighboring village, they stared at the curious strangers. A few minutes later another figure joined them. He seemed to be their leader for they both saluted him and listened attentively to his directions. He was dressed in a THE TARGET 3 i heavy coat of mail and wore a helmet on his head. The other two men seemed to be exactly alike in every detail, but their leader seemed to have no trouble in distinguishing them. Who were the three men? One was Mars, the other two were brothers. Their names were Victory and Defeat. Late that afternoon two armies met on the field for a battle. As the battle drew to a close, the appear- ance of the brothers became entirely changed. Victory rallied his side again and again, and his white ban- ner floated proudly against the sky. But his brother became tired, and slowly his tattered banner fell to the ground. Mars stood silently looking on. EUGENIE SCHUTT. THE PASSING OF MRS. WIN- TER. “It will be impossible for her to live much longer,” said Doctor At- mosphere to the nurse. “Here it is the twentieth of March and every- thing is beginning to look bright and cheerful; it’s too bad poor old Mrs. Winter is fading away so soon; she has had a pretty hard time this season, and she is beginning to show it now. Her face is wrinkled and she is as thin and white as a ghost. I must go now as I have other pa- tients to see this evening, but I shall call later. If there is any change, call me.” It was eleven fifty-nine by the old town church on Maple street. All was still. Down the street came a small child brightly clad with flowers, and sparkling with dewdrops. How beautiful was the picture. Nurse Time pulled aside the curtain that old Mrs. Winter might enjoy the sight. But she had passed with the coming of Spring. BERNICE LANDREGAN. THE CAMEO OF LORENZE DE MEDICI. That memorable August of 1914, when the world plunged itself into the awful black abyss of war, among the American students of music in Naples, was a young Californian girl, Dale Grey. At the first “extras” Dale hurried to the steamship office but found, to her dismay, that first, sec- ond, and third class cabins were en- gaged for five weeks ahead. In spite of the small, gesticulating Italian clerk’s insistence that American la- dies are so discriminating and steer- age would never do, Dale engaged steerage passage for the next day to the Land of the Stars and Stripes. The steamer sailed at two o’clock in the afternoon. One o’clock found Dale in one of the smallest and dirt- iest shops opposite the Piazza del Plebiscato, enjoying a last lingering glance at the curios and antiques on its musty shelves. Dale edged care- fully about among the dusty cases, littered with odd bits of lace, tapestry, chipped and cracked vases, tarnished bits of jewelry, rings and bracelets. Suddenly she stopped and gazed down into an ancient case. In its faded velvet lining nestled an exquis- ite cameo with such delicate carving and color, that even the laj ers of dust upon it could not conceal the treasure’s beauty which must have been wrought by a master hand. The withered little storekeeper seeing Dale’s interest, avariously rubbed his wrinkled hands and told her the price was but forty lira. Five minutes be- fore sailing time Dale hurried breath- lessly from the shop, the cameo THE TARGET 35 tucked in the place where twenty lira had previously reposed. The third day on board Dale crawled into a distant corner trying in vain to escape from the dirty foreigners of the steerage. She open- ed her bag to take out writing ma- terials when her eye fell upon the cameo. While examining it she heard a faint sound at her side. Turning, she saw a slim Italian girl with large sorrowful eyes and pale cheeks, reel- ing beside her. “Where did you get that?” gasper the girl, “It is mine, the Lorenze de Medici Cameo. Oh, please give it to me!” “I bought it in Naples. How can it be yours?” inquired Dale. The girl seemed to debate a question in her mind, then assembling herself visibly she said, as with great effort, “Al- though you are a perfect stranger I will tell you my story, listen. ‘My name is Carmelita de Medici. I am a descendant of the great Duke of Arundel, Lorenzo, a collector of precious gems and comeos. His won- derful collection has been the in- heritance of the eldest son of the de Medici family. My grandfather, in great poverty, was forced to sell a portion of it and three geins were all my father reecived. One of the gems was the famous one known as the cameo Lorenze de Medici. I am a violinist. When fifteen I played be- fore the king. It was my greatest de- sire to study in Russia but my father was unw-illing “One day I took the Lorenze cameo and ran away to Russia. There it was stolen from me. My father angry at my willfulness became furious hearing of the gem. He or- dered me never to return without it and to consider myself diowned until that time. I am now little more than a beggar. I have heard there are great opportunities for young violin- ists in America. That is why I am here.” The foreigners of the steerage had gathered about the speaker, listening to the strange story, mouths agape and round-eyed. Dale had long before pressed the treasure into Carmelita’s hand. “Now I may return to my father sadder but wiser” the young girl added turning to Dale, “for you have given me my key to happiness, the cameo of Lorenze de Medici.” ruth McBride. A NARROW ESCAPE. My mother and I were journeying down south, and we decided to take advantage of a stop-over privilege and remain at Pacific Grove. We reached the grove about three o’clock and wandered up town to find some place to stay. We at last were set- tled in a suitable cottage about two blocks from the beach. After getting something to eat we strolled along the beach, gathering moss and pretty shells until our pockets were overflowing. I became daring and started to climb the rocks around Lover’s Point. My- foot slipped from under me, and I fell to the water’s edge, and clung to the first thing I could get a hold of. I called for help but no one heard me. Catching hold of what I thought was a rock, I found my finger held fast, and dis- covered I had grabbed an abalone. My mother missing me, came to hunt me up. Seeing my condition, she took a hunting knife from my pocket and forced the abalone open. This let my finger free, but left a scar, which will make me remember Pacific Grove. MALCOLM EDGAR. THE TARGET 9 6 Dick’s Aeroplane Ride (A True Story.) One Saturday morning Dick and Jim started out for a hike over the hills. After having climbed several unventful miles they reached the summit of one of the highest peaks of the range. Dick was hot and tired and turning to his friend said, “Well, I’ve had just enough walking for now, and I’m dead hungry, so here goes.” He sat down and started opening his lunch when Jim, who was still spying the surrounding country came rushing with a shout. “Dick! Dick! come look here! Hurry, I can’t make out what it is.” “Why, it looks like a big mosquito, but I believe it’s a small aeroplane.” Down over the hills the boys dash- ed, lunches well forgotten. They ar- rived to find that their guess had come true and they made short work of hopping into the seats and, trying all the levers. “Why, here’s one that says, ‘Danger — - hands off’ — let’s try it.” “Oh no, don’t — cried Dick, grab- bing to stop Jim’s searching fingers; but already the deed was done. Up- ward they flew at a terrific rate and it was all they could do to keep their seats. When the first great fright had passed Jim was ready to speak. His tone was almost steady. “Well, we’re riding in a real — ” But just then the machine turned upside down, so Jim’s brave attempt at speech was cut short. Once again right side up, Dick howled, — “Try another lever, we must stop this thing.” “Well, I believe I’ve tried all of them, but I’ll take another chance at He pulled and jerked here and there and suddenly with a jolt the machinery stopped and the thing wavered in mid air. “Jump, jump!” cried Dick and with a grand bound he landed by his open bed-room door. “Yes, you had better jump,” cried his mother, “it is almost half-past seven.” ALBERT BECKER. THE HILLSIDE SENTINEL. Sh! ther’re very timid! “What?” you say. Why the antelope, of course; and they’re always watching; that is their sentinel. We will hide behind that chunk of sagebrush over there. Now that we are all ready, we will watch them. The herd is in a tiny valley with a high hillock at its head. The herd’s sentinel stands on this. How high he holds his head; scanning the hor- izon with keen eyes! Now he lowers his antlered head to munch the ten- der grass at his feet. A prairie dog jumps through the brush; the faithful guard stiffens, finds the disturber, and by his calm posture reassures the herd. We are to the east of the sentinel, and as the summer sun sinks behind the distant hills, and the l«ng gray shadows steal over all, the sentinel forms a beautiful silhouette against the western sky where the last flickering rays of the sun vanish, leaving us in darkness. ANCEL KEYS. Virginia Burrows: “You’re as graceful as a cantaloupe (antilope).” THE TARGET ■ , - 0 Hawthorne Gradjr translating La- tin: “They flew by foot to Utica.” Virginia Burrows eating -candy hearts: “My heart is in my mouth.” Carroll Steiner wr iting on board: “Grandma was always dressed in floundering silks.” Dorothy Atchison, looking franti- cally through her book: “What kind of soil does wool grow in?” Dorothy Dodge: “Come with me while I change my feet.” Florence Thaxter: “Define dogged.” Madeline Torrey: “Cowed.” Miss Christy: “What day of im- portance was May Day in ‘A Mid- summer Night’s Dream’?” Kenneth Wynkoop: “It was Val- entine’s Day.” Gertrude Hatch, aged three, at the zoo in Washington, D. C., watch- ing monkeys scratching each other: “Mother, what are they hunting for?” Mother: “What do you think?” Gertrude: “Splinters.” Gerald Pierce: “I never had any luck with those algebra problems.” William Warren: “I have plenty of luck but it is all bad.” Willard Garrison: “This is as light as the dickens.” David Sharpstein: “ I don’t know, I never lifted the dickens.” Willard: “Aw, go on, you are raising it all the time.” William Reiber in L. 9 Math : “Shall we perform the operation on the paper?” Man in store: “It is very hard to get graph paper. All the grafters are in jail.” Mr. Beardsley, after giving the class a lecture: “Now for the State Hospitals for the insane.” 38 THE TARGET Helen Heavey to Mary McRae: “What relation are you to Anita Foss?’’ Mary: “My ancestral monkey ate the nuts off her family tree.” Miss Allen, referring to drawing: “Now, you see, you put your chest right out in the mi ddle of the room.” Miss Young, speaking of feudalism: “A Ford (moat) ran all the way around the castle.” Mr. Beardsley: “Who founded As- toria?” Eleanor Bonner: “Jacob.” Sylvia Leland: “Miss Christy said that I read with a great deal of color.” Kathryn Ann Shattuck: “Of course, you always blush when you get up to recite.” Miss Christy: “What was the ra- ven’s dainty prey?” Esther Storie (misunderstanding): “Ellen was the raven’s dainty prey.” Frederick Fender to Everett Wood: “Do you know your Latin?” Everett: “Sure, I know all about it.” Frederick: “I don’t know mine either.” Brother: “What is space?” Esther Storie: “I don’t know, but I’ve got it in my head.” Bessie O’Brien, translating Latin: “They saw the enemy rushing at themselves.” Roberta Robinson, giving book re- view: “The time came to float the dogs (logs) down the river.” Gerald Pearce: “Why don’t you support the ‘Target’?” Harold McAneny: “What’s the use? It’s got a staff.” Loraine Cleveland: “Next week is ‘Be Kind to Animals’ week.” William Warren: “That means be kind to me.” Lawrence Maloney: “‘The Call of the Wild’ is easy to report on.” Albert Maas: “So is ‘Mrs. Cab- bage Patch’s Wiggs.’ ” Elizabeth Jenkins: “What are your reasons for reading the book?” Ruth Burson: “So that I wouldn’t get a four in English.” Leila Shields: “I am a fairy in two parts.” Joseph Moore: “Are you going to enlist in the navy?” Fred Plate: “Why?” Joseph Moore (looking at Fred’s feet): “Because you have ‘gun- boats.’” Gordon Ingraham: “Is there physi- cal culture this morning?” Miss Fisher: “Yet, but not for your mouths.” Mr. Beardsley: “You have no pigs wallowing around you as they used to have in New York.” William Hoselkus: “I have. Fran- cis Howe sits right across the aisle.” Miss Bergin: “Now when I ex- amine these lockers I don’t want to find anything in them that is miss- ing.” Mildred Bell: “May I get into my desk? I left my French book.” THE TARGET 39 Venerable Eastman quoting from “Sir Launfal”: “The little bird sits at his sun in the door.” Gordon Ingraham giving definition for weed, meaning garment: “Weed means tobacco.” Frederick Fender in H. 10 Latin: “Do you spell Helvitii with two l’s?” Miss Atkinson: “No, they’re not that kind.” Jean Scotford: “He was told to shoot the message over the walls, if the Gauls began to cut him off.” Erie Fontaine: “My head feels so heavy.” Herbert Briggs: “Yes, there’s enough ivory in your dome to supply buttons for all the B. V. D.’s in America.” Mr. Beardsley in L. 9 History: “Who were the Castilians?” Thelma Canavan: “People who use Castile Soap.” Fred Hurt, whittling a stick: “How long will I make this?” Howard Brown: “Oh! about a half-hour.” Teacher: “Is that your mother’s signature?” Joseph De Bonis: “Yes, as near as my brother could get to it.” Phyllis Harms at track meet: “They say it’s twelve to three in our favor.” Mariquita Davis: “No, it’s only ten minutes after two.” Hazel Baker in English: “His blood would be quenched in the fire of his house.” Anita Avila: “We said our poetry in chorus today.” Felicia Meikle: “Why, we always say our poetry in English.” Mr. Beardsley in L. 9 History: “What great thing were the people discussing during the revolution of South America in 1806? Three words will do.” Walter Crane: “Vote for women.’’ Kathryn Green: “Do you have kingfishers in the circus?” Constance Traub: “Yes, don’t you know, they have little tanks and everything for them.” Vera Mott: “If the Sacramento river water is muddy, how do they drink it?” Madeline Torrey: “They put it through pipes that fertilize it.” Elinor Stillman in L. 9 English: “Breathes there a soul with man so dead.” Miss Christy in L. 9 English (ex- pecting the answer to be, plaid): “What was Roderick Dhu wrapped in?” Gordon Ingraham: “Slumber.” Sleep, William, sleep! The teacher, the class will keep; Don’t bother your head about lessons, good friend, There’s time to spare when you wake again. Sleep, Sir Reiber, sleep! What Would You Do If—. Sheldon Schott didn’t have his French Grammar? You should see Lawrence Moloney in long pants? Fred Peters neglected to use Ban- doline? 40 THE TARGET WITH BARNUM’S IN 1930. Marion Settlemier as an interpreter will pose, When the monkey gets angry and tells all he knows. Fred Fender, faint fake, feigns faints about; All the boys like the dimpled darling till they find him out. Ding-a-ling, ching-a-ling, Maybelle’s on the run; Her darling crocodiles have choked on a bunch of gum. A wonder from Mexico is jolly Grace Greet : “I eat da flap-jack, the tortilla, and de small mosquit.” “Now mind your daubs, and paint more bright,” screams out the poster boss, “Oh, could you ever really think that this is prim Miss Ross?” You know the tiny peasant lass that we call Gladys Miller, Well, the rubes of Mlush Town still tell how they vainly tried to kill her. “The blacksmith hit ’er a blow, b’gosh, thet we all thought wud craze ’er But it bounced right off her dome, by heck, and didn’t even phase ’er.” Virginia Treadw r ell who sings into the funnygraph, has a career that’s slightly checkered; Still she stands high in circus fame, for the last time she broke the record. With rings on her thumbs and bells on her nose, As the “Last Rose of Summer” Flor- ence Hodgman does pose. Gerald is a famous, frisking, frolick- ing pup; That part ' s been his for twenty years, for he just can’t grow up. Bashful Jean just twirls her thumbs, and looks down at her feet In the information tent, where she reigns, so cute and sweet. Juliet Piutti, now’s a lion tamer’s wife; Hubby’ll seek the lion’s den to gain some peace in life. Virginia Wynkoop will sell nice pink pop-corn, When she calls out her wares she sounds like a fog horn. Kathryn Ann Shattuck the ladies will paint, And bring back their color when they fall in a faint. A. Sauer will be a canary bird trainer, But the first thing you know, the beasts will contain her. Taylor Matthew’s old-rose freckles increase, Till as a leopard he’ll live on the best of pork grease. Shaky Hall, a world famed juggler will become, Why, he can juggle lots of things upon he dainty thumb. Elizabeth Jenkins a prancing clown will be, Guiding portly porcupines in their mincing steps of glee. “Advice to the Lovelorn” is Willard Garrison’s trade, And puts Beatrice Fairfax into the shade. Rah! rah! rah! rah! Hats off, please. Dorothy Bennett is on a trapeze. THE TARGET 4i Betty Barrows, in the circus, will sell pink ice-cream cones, But after folks have eaten them we hear strange moans and groans. The baby in the audience will be our Robert Gaw, Who gets scarlet and does scream, “I want my ma!” “Now see modern Samson there!” This cry brings fame to Ralph Beal’s hair. Lillian Songey, famed Egyptian, says: “When Cheops and me were kids We pulled a lot of blocks around and made the pyramids.” Marion Coleman as Juliet makes love in accents of woe; The audience sympathetically cries: “Ha! ha! poor Romeo!” The talkative midget, Miss .Elizabeth Craig, Does a rag jig on the end of an egg. Elise Houghton in the side-show bravely puts forth, The cold and icy splendors of the far and distant North. Alice Effinger, in circus tragedy, makes the weeps of everyone blend, For Alice has that tragic voice that always dies at the end. Janice Bartlett sells some tarts that she herself has made, But all of those who eat them lie in the cypress shade. Little A1 Patton on a Caesar pony rides. He gallops ’round the ring till Miss Atkinson he spies. In a wire cage Ellen Marsd » will wail, ' For in the circus she’s a nightingale. William Warren as a Bihorn ed Am- phibious Bebalipus will pose, But he’s just a plain monkey dressed up in different clothes. K. Wynkoop will be a splangled rope climber, He’ll swing ’round the rat-tails like an old-timer. Horace Smith at the ringside we will probably meet, The silver-tongued announcer blush- ing like a beet! Norman Taggard is a native from wild African groves, He dances in a cage with a ring in his nose. A.n acrobat, so valiant, will be our friend, Karl Paine; The dips he makes and turns he takes we think he’s gone insane. At Elllington everyone surely will laugh, When he strides around the ring as a skinny giraffe. Lewis Bush sits with his ancestral brothers, Tending the apes instead of their mothers. Dear Arthur Hobson will be in troth, A very pepless, fat, old sloth. Our friend Will Hos- Hosel- Hosel- kus, He’ll start a fight with a hippopota- mus. Wallace Wylie a fierce wild lion doth rage; We miss the six keepers that entered his cage. Ruth Burson’s a pigmy in a side show, Dwarfed by musical study, her stature’s now low. 42 THE TARGET Eleanor Ellis with bumps and thumps, Will dance on top of a camel’s humps. Mildred Sommerlad will be a zebra quite cute, With stripes so bright they loudly hoot. Phyllis Harms chief musician will be, And play on her fiddle “Miserere.” Tt’s the Terpsichorean art that Sylvia Leland’s in; She revels in mush, it makes her so thin. Behold! Fred Paul as cheap as a cent, A painted Maypole in the center of the tent. Into the ring comes John Bennett, the cook, Dolled up so fine the girls will sure look. Our friend Herbert Briggs will lead a tin band; The people all take seats far away from the stand. Mariquita Davis in the side-show will perform, Demonstrating how fat people’s clothes should be worn. Caged up with his thoughts we see Edgar Connell; His head is so brainy your future he’ll tell. “Medusa, the wonder!” It doesn’t take quite three guesses. To see that it’s Drusilla of the mar- velous snaky tresses. The circus clown cop is dangerous George Knoop; From man-eater to polliwog he puts in a coop. Everett Wood’s the imported Irish- man, Who’s a dreadful splash on the scene. Oh, well, we all know that Everett Was made of the color that’s green. Boomie Bachrach as a bareback rider madly rushes ’round the ring, With bangs and biffs and terrible sniffs, she hits most every- thing. Ed Scott an expert dishwasher will be; His high aspirations are quite amaz- ing, you see. Fleige means “flea” in German we’re told; At charming his namesakes Hank’ll make bold. Dorothy Atchison as o cowgirl will perform, Catching bossy cows doped with chloroform. With a bound and a hop and a snort and a scowl, A laughing hyena leaps Arthur Mc- Howl. Lawrence Moloney whose head is quite bonj ' -, As the Missing Link he is extremely phony. David Sharpstein is a little trained dog, Who eats so much he should be a hog. Mansie Soo-Hoo, the magician, can turn a tomato, Till it looks and tastes like a pre- cious potato. Such a naughty little girl is Christine Staats, She decorates the people’s seats with shiny little tacks. THE TARGET 43 Everyone suddenly, “An earthquake!” will yell. Oh, no! only Ora just out of her cell. Florence Thaxter will lead a singing troupe, Composed of coyotes that all have the croup. Falling in love with wee, wooly yarn men, Alice Means, Amuses the audience, smacking their beans. Zerilda Wagner is an owl with stary eyes So big, people get hungry and think they are pies. As the perfect baby will pose our little Rufie; She never cried even when getting her first toofie. Edith Landon performs on the steam Calliope, And the audience enjoy it, for they’re all deaf, you see. Little Loraine flirts around so fan- tastic, That she rivals the shrimps in this jolly gymnastic. Lizzie Howe of the cornet is a fine tiny master; Every toot he gives makes the crowd leave faster. Irene Kelman goes up in a baloon; She makes bright goo-goo eyes at the man in the moon. When all are asleep down to the last pup, Dorothy Dodge, screaming “Snakes!” will make them all up. Miss Kelsey says, “In my tent a nickel will do, With a Willard eraser I’ll clean your white shoe.” The nuttiest guy will be Philip Noee, Pursuing grasshoppers, nimble and coy. “A good laugh for ten cents,” one old speeler will yell. “Miss Mead starts you off and she’ll do it well.” Frances Griffin ’ll be a second Caruso; It’s funny her voice and her squeak ever grew so. Jose will sit and gather the money; When he catches the sneakers they won’t think it’s funny. “One down! One lollipop!” Miss O’Brien will cry, As she watches a rag doll get hit in the eye. Fishes galore, my that one’s some beaut ! That’s Fred Peters, look, he thinks he’s cute. Tom McGuire with rare robe and desperate stare, Will drive a chariot so wildly he’ll lose his frown and false hair. Margot arrived in the side-show with a jar, And on the tent is the sign, “Fallen Star.” Dorothy Kinney playing “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” in the wild, Clutches a rag doll by the leg screeching, “Oh my chee — ild!” Edith Shaw as the ostrich struts around as she is fed, But w ' hen the audience look at her she demurely ducks her head. Molly Pepper the renowned Hindu curer, Had to leave her country as the people grew fewer. 44 THE TARGET Hah! Hah! Hah! who can it be? Why, it’s cunning Clarence Texdahl giving the circus “three.” A modern Buffalo Billcss will spin- ster Miss Cowen be; Her bucking steed’s a snorting Ford instead of a spry horsie. A double set of wisdom teeth will have this fidgety freak; “George Peters,” yowls the speeler, come take a look at his beak.” Ralph Jensen sells a drink that’s of . an amber hue, “Don’t blush so indignantly, gran’ ma, it’s only appleju.” Muriel Durgin’s in all the circus prizefights, tho’ she’s never one of the goats, For Muriel always appoints herself Official Holder of Coats. Mary Emery demonstrating how to sprout curls; Sings, “If you doubt this patent, look at my mop, girls.” Lctitia Archambault of the smarter set, Will display some high diving but never will get wet. With a loud applause, “Ha, Ha! whom have we so near?” Cries the crowd when Queen Lizzie begins to appear. At a glance from far off, she cer- tainly looks fine, But when they find it’s A. Sherwood bluff, they stampede for their dime. Sheldon Trenery’s, the largest whale; If it wasn’t for his head he could swim in a pail. Albert Maas the wondrous parrot, Will jabber and talk till you feed him a carrot. Lelia as a tortoise cries, “The more haste, the less speed.” After pursuing a hot dog on a veloci- pede. Gladys Cecil consumed everything in sight; the money came in showers. Poetically speaking, “She burst these earthly bonds; kindly send no flowers.” Frank Williams in the center was some ring master; By the crack of his whip he made the snails run faster. “Tubby or not tubby, that is my story,” From a side-show tent yells Madeline Torrey. COMPARISONS WITH THE TIME OF ZEUS. What would Zeus think? If he should see a bottle of red ink, Or a transcontinental train. How would he like a ride in an aeroplane? He could fight with a spear and sword, But never did he see such a thing as a Ford. Many battles he fought and won Never in his time, though, were there Such men as Burbank and Edison. There was many a brave bard, Though never a lady like Frances Willard. GARDINER JOHNSON. Since the price of preen paint has gone up our “acrobats” might desist from wearing the color off the fence. 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