Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

 - Class of 1917

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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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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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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

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