Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

 - Class of 1917

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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.”

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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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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.”

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