Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

 - Class of 1917

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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

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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.”

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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.

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