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3o t jer£ y %$ S± J2 3? e 3 t jy Ho f JU -v Ac 1 J. I 0 i 7 Willard Intermediate High School, Berkeley VOL IV. MAY, 1918 No. 2 Little Red, White and Blue One early morning a stork flew over the top of the adobe house down on the border of Mexico. This little house was the home of a cap- tain in the army. The stork flew into the window and gently ' laid a tiny baby into the arms of the captain ' s wife. Every one at the fort rejoiced over this little baby. Even the Mexicans came from near- by plantations and brought the baby presents. This little baby was the only baby at the fort. They christened the infant Carn- arissa after its grandmother. They soon began to call it Narrissa for short. Narrissa lived at this fort till she was four years old. Then her father was ordered to a fort on an Indian reservation in North Dakota. Narrissa spent much of her time there play- ing with her dolls. She had many beautiful dolls but the dearest to her was her rag-dolly Katie. One afternoon Narrissa took Katie for a walk to the general ' s headquar- ters. He was holding a very im- portant meeting but he allowed her to come in. He held Katie on his lap and talked to her just as Narrissa did. This pleased the child very much. The next day when Narrissa was playing hide-and-seek with her In- dian friend " Soapsuds, " she hid her Katie in the mouth of the big can- non which was in the center of the fort. Her father soon came and took her with him up to the stables and poor Katie was forgotten. After a while she though of her dolly. The sun was setting. The band was playing the " Star Spangled Ban- ner " and they were just about to shoot off the cannon when Narrissa ran up to the general, stamped her foot and said, " Don ' t you dare shoot my Katie! " .. The general couldn ' t see the doll but when Narrissa show- ed him where it was he took it out of the big cannon and gave it to her. After a couple of months at the fort Narrissa ' s father was ordered once more back to civilization. There in the great city Narrissa seemed lost for she had no friends and no one spoke to her as they did at the fort. One day her mother took her down town to one of the big toy shops. Her father had said she might buy a toy. But when she went to the store instead of buying a toy, she bought an American flag. When she brought it home, her father was very glad to see this mark of patriotism in his little girl. Narrissa was then old enough to go to school. One afternoon when she was in school, the teacher asked the whole class to give a short story of their younger life and to tell in what kind of house they were born. When it was Narrissa ' s turn to recite she told them she didn ' t know but she would ask her mother that night when she went home. She found her mother very much interested in a book and she did not pay much attention to Narrissa when THE TARGET 3 Narrissa asked her in what kind nf a house she was born. Her mother answered her saying that she was born in a mud house. Narrissa be- gan to cry because she was ashamed to say at school that she was born in a mud house; others were born in mansions and other beautiful places. Her mother was sorry she had made Narrissa cry and soon ex- plained to her more definitely where she was born. The next day when Narrissa went to school she stood up on both feet and said, " I was born in an adobe house in Mexico under the Stars and Stripes. " No one had taken much interest in her when she first came to school but not since they heard that she was born " under the Stars and Stripes " and in a fort they all were mighty proud of her. MARGARET THOMPSON. Over the top, for you, for me And over the top he ' ll go. We ' ll save our bits to buy Thrift Stamps And help him kill the foe. Potatoes to hash, Potatoes to mash; Let ' s do the same to the Kaiser. ONLY A GIRL. I ' m only a girl and a young one, too, But I ' m doing my bit for the Red, White and Blue. Many a scarf and sweater I ' ve knit To put in a soldier boys ' comfort kit; I own a Liberty Bond and Thrift Stamps, too, And President Wilson, I ' m for you. VIVIAN HIGGINBOTHAM. WHICH DID HIS BEST? Jack Bradford was the son of a president of a bank in Wilkes Caree. He had one favorite chum, Bob Webster, who was not so wealthy as he. Jack lived in a fine large mansion while Bob lived in a cottage nearby. Jack ' s uncle was a lieuten- ant in the army, and one day he ask- ed Jack why he did not buy a Liberty Bond. " But, uncle, " said Jack, " I am go- ing over to John ' s house on the beach for a month, and I need some money to spend while there. " " That is not helping your coun- try, Jack, " said his uncle. " I want to have a good time while there and it will take money to have it, " argued Jack. The conversation went on for a while and Jack ' s uncle persuaded him to buy a Liberty Bond although he was unwilling. One day Bob was over at Jack ' s house and, as they were talking, Jack said, " I bought a Bond and I helped the Government. " " I couldn ' t afford to buy a Liberty Bond but I bought Thrift Stamps and War Savings Stamps from the money I earned on my paper route, " said Bob, " so I guess you helped the government more than I. " It happened that Jack ' s uncle came into the room and heard the con- versation and said, " The Govern- ment would rather sell Thrift Stamps to a boy who bought them willingly than a Bond to a boy who is not willing. " EDWARD MILLER. A Liberty Bond has the same ef- fect on the Kaiser as the mumps. It makes him keep his mouth shut. THE TARGET The Spirit of Her Ancestors The tiny white-haired lady sat perfectly rigid. Before her stood a man in servant ' s garb. He was speaking excitedly. " Madame, you must leave this chateau at once. You cannot stay here. Do you think for a moment they would spare you? " " Jules, you are very thoughtful, but I am firm. Did not the brave Duke Reneau, my ancestor, stand against the enemy in this very spot until his life was taken? Did not my honorable and brave husband also once hold his ground here when there was an uprising? Ah! it shall not be said that his wife left the old Chateau Reneau in time of clanger. " " But, Madame, — your heart! and will you not be afraid? You have always been weak at the sight Madame Reneau shot the servant an indignant look. " You refer, per- haps, to my fear of mice. That is nothing now. I should stay and } r ou shall stay with me. " " Of course, Madame. " The noise of battle resounded from the distance. Supply trains also could be heard rumbling along the narrow road. A rumor was about that the Germans were plan- ning to strike one great blow and break through. This could be easily done because the French forces were very weak at this point. The windows of the old chateau were heavily curtained, and the doors all bolted. Now news had been brought that the battle was in full swing. It was only a questio-n of a little while before the Germans would be devastating all the sur- rounding country. Frail little Madame Reneau sat very quiet — waiting. It was almost impossible for help to come now. Soon a steady tramp was heard. Madame Reneau jump- ed up. The Germans had broken through. Jules ran in. " Come, Madame, you must seek safety at once in the wine cellar! " " Jules, you astonish me. That is the first place those Huns would go, and I have told you that I will not leave. " Then she added with a touch of sarcasm, " I must be here to receive my guests. " Now the tramping ceased. The sound of the knock er announced the coming of a stranger. Jules ran into Madame ' s room. " Madame, these soldiers are not dressed like Germans. They do not look like Germans. One of the officers asks that he and his men be allowed to come in and have food. " Soon a tall youth appeared before Madame. He informed her that his regiment was on its way to re- enforce the French at this point. A little later Madame was talking to Jules. " Ah Jules, I would not have missed talking to that young officer if I had lost my whole estate. These brave and honorable Ameri- cans! Think if they had found me in such an undignified place as the wine cellar! God bless these Ameri- cans that have come to save France. " DOROTHY RITCHIE. Have less wheat flour in your bin So the Sammies may soon reach Berlin. THE TARGET 5 A Puritan in the Twentieth Century " And in 1630 John Winthrop led nearly a thousand Puritans to Salem, " drowsily mumbled Anne who was comfortably seated in a large armchair by the living-room window. It was a hot, sultry afternoon in September and Anne was trying to learn her history lesson. " Oh, how I wish I could see a real little Puritan girl, " exclaimed Anne. Just then a light knock was heard at the door. Anne jumped up to open the door, and a little girl about twelve years old, entered the room. She wore a light blue dress which reached nearly to her ankles. It had a large white linen collar, and cuffs to match. Entering, she said: " Prithee, art thou not Anne Endi- cott? " " Why-ee yes, " answered the sur- prised Anne. " Then thou art the person I have been seeking. My name is Patience Endicott. When I lived in Salem, my mother prophesied that I would have relations in the twentieth cen- tury. That time has come, and 1 have traveled far to see thee. " Then with a puzzled look, the Puritan girl picked up Anne ' s his- tory which had dropped on the floor. " What is this? " inquired Pitience of Anne. " Oh, " said Anne laughingly, " that ' s my history book. I was studying it when you came. " Solemnly Anne read aloud, the paragraph which she had been study- ing. " That ' s about us, isn ' t it? " asked Patience. Suddenly without any warning. Patience shrieked and sank back into a chair. " Oh, what was that? " she gasped. " What? " asked Anne. " That red thing. Oh, here it comes again, " cried Patience, cover- ing her face with her hands. Anne looked out the window, but saw nothing but her big brother Bob in his red racer. " Yes, that ' s it, " excitedly said Patience, " Oh Anne, don ' t look at it, it ' s wicked. " Then in an awed voice, Patience whispered to Anne, " It isn ' t the — , " and the rest was so faint that no one but Anne and Patience could hear it. Anne burst into a fit of laughter. " Oh, you silly little goose. That ' s nothing but my brother Bob in his racer. Come on out and see it. " " No, no, no! " protested Patience, pulling away from Anne. Remembering her manners, Anne asked, " Wouldn ' t you like to go up town with me? " Patience agreed. The two little girls went out of the gate and up the street. After walking several blocks, they came to the moving picture theater. " Marguerite Clark in the ' Seven Swans. ' Let ' s go see it. Come on Patience, " said Anne eagerly. Patience hadn ' t any more idea what moving pictures were than the man in the moon. She couldn ' t un- derstand them. Anne could see Patience ' s face and it was very pale. Tears, trickled down her cheeks al- though Anne explained that it wasn ' t real. 6 THE TARGET The next thing thrown on the screen was some war pictures. " What war? " inquired Patience who was greatly puzzled. " The great war in Europe, " ex- plained Anne, " Look at the tanks, Patience. " Patience didn ' t know what tanks were, but she saw some peculiar looking objects moving directly to- wards them. " Hurry! hurry, Anne, they ' ll crush us! " screamed Patience. " No, they ' re just in the picture, " said Anne beginning to feel morti- fied. Let ' s go, " she added. It was not quite dark. Anne ran home pulling the reluctant Patience after her. Everything was so strange to her, the little Salem Puri- tan girl. A large electric train came thundering along all illuminated. Patience thought certainly that was Satan. Everywhere automobiles sped along honking. This twentieth century life was so different from the quiet Puritan life of the seven- teenth century! When they reached Anne ' s home, Anne turned on the electric light. As the bright light filled the room, Patience smothered an exclamation of surprise, and stood still in amazement. All of a sudden Patience cried, " Oh, my mother is calling me. Dost thou hear her? I must go. " Anrte listened and it seemed as though she could hear a voice cry- ing, " Patience, thy supper is ready. Hurry, child. " Other sounds reached Anne ' s ear. She could hear the lowing of cattle and the tinkling of sweet-towned cowbells. The sounds grew louder and the voice, also. Anne jumped up, rubbing her eyes. " Why, where ' s Patience? " question- ed Anne of her mother who was standing near her. " There isn ' t any person named Patience here. You have been dreaming, " said Anne ' s mother. But it all seemed so real to Anne that she never could quite believe that it was a dream. EDITH LILIAN JONES. THE DUMDEREE. I ' m bound to the land of No-where- at-all There, wondrous things to see: In a golden coach with a snow- white steed; To see the Dumderee. Oh, the Dumderee is a wonderful bird, As wonderful as can be, With long red feathers in his tail; And bright green wings has he. And as he flies his bright green wings Flap far o ' er land and sea. His wings are fifty miles across. This wonderful Dumderee! And as he flies, he gaily sings; Sings ever, " To-weet-to-wee. " And his wonderful voice like the nightingale sounds; This wonderful Dumderee! Oh! the Dumderee is a wonderful sight! As wonderful as can be; I ' m bound to the land of No-where- at-all, To see the Dumderee. MARJORIE CLUTE. Give the Hun no quarter; But a L T . S. Thrift Stamp. THE TARGET 7 Farmer Higby and Liberty Bonds " No, " said Farmer Higby decided- ly, " I don ' t want to buy any Liberty Bonds. Good day, " and he pushed the agent out of the door and closed it. " Well, there ' s another one got- ten rid of, Ma, " he called to Mrs. Higby. " Well, come in and set down to supper, now, " she answered. " I guess we had beter eat now even if Tom ain ' t home yet. He ' ll probably come in after we ' ve finished and expect me to warm up supper for him. " When they had finished supper Mr. Higby sat and read the paper while Ma washed the dishes. At nine o ' clock Mr. Higby got up and announced his intention of going to bed. " Don ' t you go and set up for Tom now, Ma, " he ordered. " He can fix up something to eat for him- self. You better come to bed now, too. And don ' t go leaving the lamp lit cither. Coal oil costs money these days. " Ma sighed and obeyed him. When he had gone upstairs she sneaked into the pantry and cutting a large slice of pie she left it on the kitchen table for Tom. In tbe morning when Mrs. Higby went into the kitchen to light the fire she noticed that the pie was still there. " Hum, " she said to herself. " 1 never knew Tom to leave a piece of pie yet. Well, I might as well put it away because if I don ' t it won ' t last long. " Sh e went to call Tom, and receiving no answer, she opened the door. The room was empty and the bed was untouched. Evidently Tom had not come home that night at all. But when Pa went out to feed the chickens he found an envelope under the door addressed to " Mr. and Mrs. Higby. " Together they opened it and what was their sur- prise when they found that it con- tained a note and a check for fifty dollars! The note was scribbled in pencil and read, — " Dear Ma and Pa, " I have decided to enlist in the army, so good-by. Enclosed find fifty dollars with which to buy a Liberty Bond. This is the money I earned picking fruit this summer. When I get off for a few days I ' ll try to come and see you. Good-by, " TOM HIGBY. " There were tears in Pa ' s eyes as he finished reading the note. " Well, Ma, " he said, " I ' m going to hitch up Susy and we ' ll go down to the bank as quick as she can go. " In a few minutes he came in and found Ma already to start. They set off at a brisk pace for the bank. " How much money on my ac- count? " Mr. Higby inquired of the clerk. " Five hundred and forty-three dol- lars, sir, " he answered after consult- ing his books. " Put it all in Liberty Bonds, " commanded Pa, " and here are fifty dollars more to be put in my wife ' s name. " . MARJORIE LEW IN. Get behind our soldiers, Fight against the Huns, Save your dimes and nickels, Save your country ' s sons! 8 THE TARGET Only a Song Stealthily the leader of the " Idle Hour Gang " crept on. At last he reached the hedge, and from here on he knew his way perfectly. He " was a very tall man — which is sometimes very inconvenient for a burglar — and rather handsome, but no matter how clever was his disguise the hard lines on his face always indicated his terrible life. To the " Gang " he was known as " D. D. " — otherwise Dare Devil. Really he was Arthur Treble, but no one save the police and him- self knew this. He allowed one little gleam to escape from his flashlight so that he might make sure he was taking the right path. It proved to him what he had already supposed, that he was at the foot of the Maynard ' s back stairs. Slowly he ascended them, noiseless as a cat, until at last he reached the top. Suddenly from somewhere out of the silent house music was wafted down to him, beautiful music, and also a wonderful voice singing mel- odiously with it. Now it trembled, then burst forth in all its glory once more. Arthur Treble stood petrified, straining his ears, marveling, won- dering. Some unknown feeling had entered his heart. Fascinated and bewildered he stole nearer and nearer to the room from whence the music came. When he reached the door he stood silent, his heart throbbing within him. Silently he listened to what seem- ed to him sacred music. " Good-bye, my dear old mother, don ' t you cry, Just kiss your grown-up baby boy Good-bye, Somewhere in France I ' ll be dream- ing of you You and your dear eyes of blue; Come, let me see you smile before we part, I ' ll throw a kiss to cheer your dear old heart, Dry the tear in your eye, don ' t you cry, don ' t you sigh, Good-bye, mother, kiss your boy good-bye. " Through the mist in his eyes the burglar saw a vision of her, that wonderful mother who had guided him right and taught him to play fairly. If she had lived perhaps he would have been square but ever since that little green mound had grown straggly, he had gone wrong. Oh, what would she think of her boy — a burglar! Hysterically he clutched his throat, then ran wildly from the house, never minding the frightful racket he created. " Wuxtra, wuxtra, Metropolitan Bulletin, " hoarsely shouted a small newsboy the next mornin. " D. D., criminal, escaped convict, enlisted in U. S. Marines! Wuxtra, here, lady, mysterious Mr. Treble in the Xavy an ' b ' gosh M ' am the cops ain ' t even gonna ' rest him! " ELIZABETH DENBIGH. Grow potatoes, Cook potatoes, Eat potatoes, WHY? Mash potatoes, Hash potatoes, By a good ally. THE TARGET For the Love of iMike In a trench the men were silent, and each one was wrapped in medi- tation. The sky was turning- gray, and in a moment the command would come. Alike, a young Irish soldier, held a small, black dog on his knee. Perhaps it would be the last time the chums could be to- gether. " Pep " seemed to realize that something new was to take place, and he gazed into his master ' s eyes. Mike gave a faint smile, and whis- pered, " You ' re all I got, me boy, but you ' re enough. I may not be a-comin ' back to you, and you won ' t know why. But it matters little. It ' s for the cause, me boy. Better a little dog than a lass a-pinin ' her heart away, back home. " The word came, — " Over the top! " Into the face of the enemy rushed the men, and staggering forward, they fought desperately. A bomb burst near Mike and he fell un- conscious into a shell-hole. The day broke and looked upon a scarred field dotted with bodies of the dead, the dying and wounded. Still the fighting raged on. Night brought relief and the trench was captured, but Mike lay motion- less. Across the field crawled a small black figure, pausing at each body to smell, and whine, and then go on courageously. Finally there was a bark of joy. " Pep " had found his injured master. He barked wildly, and ran a short distance away. There was no response, and the little animal became more ex- cited. Another figure moved upon the field. It was the stretcher-bearer. Instinct told " Pep " that help was near and he ran toward the moving object. Whining and crawling he approached the Red Cross man, and in dog-language informed him that he was wanted. At last they came to the hole, and " Pep " jumped upon his master. Barking, and licking his face he tried to express his thanks and joy. " Well, for the love of Mike! " ex- claimed the stretcher-bearer. " This is the pluckiest little fellow I ever saw! " A few weeks later, when Mike was in the hospital, he called for " Pep. " The dog was brought in for a moment. " You did it ' cause you were lovin ' me; didn ' t you, me boy? " he said, stroking his pet ' s head. " Pep " wagged his tail joyfully, as if to say " Yes, master. I did it for the love of Mike. " MARTHA HANNA. PLANT FOR OUR BOYS. All hail, to the hoe, ye boys and girls ! Glad Spring is calling all, Think not of play, of dress, of curls, But plant to glean this fall. Our boys over there are calling for wheat They care not for sport and dance; Plant vegetables to save the meat Remember our boys in France! MARIE LOUISE WIEDERSHEIM. You eat potatoes Give our boys the buns; They need the wheat So they can get the Huns. to THE TARGET Marjorie ' s Parade " Mother did Daddy buy any Liberty Bonds? " said Marjorie in an anxious voice. " No, dear, he has a foolish idea about buying bonds. He believes that the rich should do the financing of the war. " " Oh, Mother, but that isn ' t right, and I must explain it to Daddy be- fore the bond drive is over. " That night Mr. Maxwell came home tired, and Marjorie saw that he was in no mood to discuss bonds. After supper he was in the habit of working in his war garden, and Marjorie was his little helper. " Daddy, may I help you plant this evening? " " Yes, but do be careful about the seeds. They are very small and you must not lose any of them. " Soon Marjorie and Mr. Maxwell were busy, but Marjorie didn ' t have her mind on the garden. She could not hear to think that her father was not patriotic. Suddenly she drop- ped the envelope containing the tiny carrot seeds. She began to pick them up quickly and as she sat on the ground she was attracted by a number of ants which were running to and fro. There was one large ant, while the others were all quite small. She watched them for some time, and soon saw the large ant stop and pick up one of the carrot seeds. He was having a hard time, as it was a heavy load for him. The other ants weren ' t concerned about the difficulties of the worker. They seemed to think that they were too small to help. " Daddy, come here. You must see these queer ants. " Mr. Maxwell, though busy, stopped his work and came to see this wonderful spectacle. " Daddy, you are one of those ants. You are letting the big ants of your country carry the burden of war while you sit by because you think that you are too small to help. " Mr. Maxwell looked perplexed, but said nothing. The next evening, however, when he came home he had a Liberty Bond. To be sure Mar- jorie was proud of her father and pleased with her success in helping her country and her father at the same time. MILDRED BAIN. Money you lend Ships you send; Money you keep Means defeat. THE DIARY OF A WAR DOG Last night, after dark, I was sent out into the battle field with pro- visions for the men that had been injured in the recent battle. The first man I saw was very severely wounded. He was very weak from hunger and thirst as well as from loss of blood. He was very glad to see me and what I brought. After supplying him with w r ater and food, I left him and went to give aid to some other wounded man. Later I went back to the man whom I saw first, for he was suffering so much. With the help of two slight- ly injured men, I managed to bring him back to our trenches. Im- mediately word was sent down the line that their noble commander had not been killed, but was back in the trenches, saved by a war dog. FLORENCE W. OLNEY. THE TARGET HOW LIEUTENANT BROWN WAS MADE CAPTAIN . In the front line trenches situated near the city of N- a group of officers were talking to a German prisoner. He told them of a liquid fire attack to be made the next day. As the English had no reserves, the officers knew that they could not withstand an attack of this kind. They were informed that the Ger- mans had but four of these tanks, and that if they could destroy those they could check any other attack. So the officers called for a volunteer to try to destroy them. A Lieuten- ant called Brown volunteered. Late that night Brown went into " no man ' s land " accompanied by a squad of " snipers. " They cut a passage through the barbed-wire entangle- ment and then left him. When the snipers had left, Brown crawled along as best be could. After awhile he saw the liquid fire tanks looming up through the night. He shot the tanks and destroyed them. A Ger- man sentry espied him, and turned in the alarm. Almost instantly the machine guns opened fire. Just as Brown leaped into his trench, a bul- let caught him in the arm. The next day there was no attack by ' the Germans, but there was a certain Captain Brown who had but one arm. WILLIAM ABERNETHY. MAY TIME. A thousand dainty, tiny plants Are growing o ' er the land; A thousand joyful, happy birds Sing now, on every hand; Ten thousand shining poppies Each gay with golden heart, The Maytime joys impart. BARBARA AMES. K. B. Clarence Wycoff who lived in the country was an orphan. He had no relatives and no friends except a small black dog. The dog was originally named Andrew Jackson but was called K. B. by his master. K. B. meant Knight of the Bath because K. B. was so afraid of water. Clarence hadn ' t any keepsakes but a small iron chest in which was a photograph, a letter and a bronze statuette of Lincoln. The letter was from Lincoln to Clarence ' s uncle who had been awarded a medal for brav- ery. When the war broke out Clarence enlisted, and, as he could not take the statuette he buried it in a chest by an old oak tree. As he left the farm he laughingly told K. B. to keep watch over the statuette. The new tenants that lived on the Wycoff farm noticed that K. B. always stayed by the oak tree. One day the children tried to dig where the dog was standing, thinking it might be a bone. But K. B. wouldn ' t let them dig there. The children called their father who dug up the chest. When he opened it, K. B. took the statuette to the shed w here he slept. When Clarence re- ceived an honorable discharge and the V. C. for being gassed while doing a daring and brave task, he returned, found the statuette, and was glad that he had done as his uncle had. ELROY FULMER. If you waste potatoes and wheat, The wicked Hun we ' ll never beat. Save the wheat. People ask " why? " They ought to know. Wheat saves the ally. 12 THE TARGET The Spirit That W ms It was black night in Flanders. In a dugout of the first line trenches a group of men were huddled. It was useless to think of sleeping. Mars alone could rest through the mighty thunder of a thousand can- non. The men sat in silence, some with their faces supported in their hands, others idly chopping up pieces of wood with their bayonets, while some stood looking with unseeing eyes at the little candle that flicker- ed to and fro at every discharge of the guns. All were thinking, think- ing of home and the dear ones whom they might never see again, for on the morrow they were to go over the top at the Germans. This meant death for many. Suddenly a shell burst close to the dugout; some of the men started and looked up but none spoke. Pres- ently a little Australian, who had left home, country, and sweetheart to fight the Hun, got up, walked over to thh candle, watched it for awhile, and then said, " Men, when I enlisted I expected to fight and per- haps be wounded for the cause, but I did not realize that I might have to lay down my life before the war god ' s throne. Tonight I have thought a long while, for I feel that this is my last night. I have asked myself, ' Is it worth it? ' I have an- swered that question, ' It is. ' The Allies are fighting for all that ' s right against all that is wrong, and fellows, we ' re bound to win, and when we do, it will be the dawn of a new day. A day when Right shall stand forever over Alight, when war will be abolshed, when man shall eternally be friends with his fellow men. So we who die beating down the Hun will not die in vain. " sj: s{c i£ sjc sjc s|c %z ' s}c sje sj; :jc It was after the battle. The Eng- lish had attacked and crumpled the German line. A stretcher bearer stopped by the body of a fallen hero and stooping over took from his hand a crumpled piece of paper. On the paper were written those lines which have made all who have read them wonder as to their origin. Here they are: " Ye who have faith to look with fearless eyes Upon the tragedy of a world at strife And know that out of night and death shall rise An ampler life " Rejoice, whatever anguish rend thy heart, That God has given you the price- less dower To live in this great time and play your part In freedom ' s crowning hour. " That ye may tell your sons, who see the light High in the Heavens their heritage to take, T saw the powers of darkness put to flight, I saw the morning break ' . " ADOLPHUS CHEEK. Our poorest rations, Luxuries of other nations. THE TARGET You Never Can Tell 13 " The way some of these fellows pull down fat Y. M. C. A. jobs, and leave the fighting to us, gets on my nerves, " complained Jimmy Bur- nett, a young, inexperienced aviator who had just finished his training course. " For instance that fellow Craig down at the hut. Why isn ' t he fighting, I ' d like to know, he ' s a husky looking young fellow. " The next day Burnett made his first battle flight. He managed to keep his place in the patrol till they met some thick clouds, when he became hopelessly lost. While he was flying aimlessly, trying to get his bearings, he heard the popping of a gun behind him, and felt a stinging pain in his shoulder. It was a Ger- man plane which had slipped up behind him. He turned his ma- chine, darted toward his opponent, and was able to chase him away, because, although he did not re- alize it, he was in French territory, and the Boche wasn ' t taking too many chances. Then his shoulder began to hurt him terribly, and it was all he could do to make a landing before falling into un- consciousness. When he opened his eyes he saw that he was in a hospital, and that Craig, the " Y " man, was at his bed- side. " What happened? " he asked weak- ly. " Well, " replied Craig, " you landed right by a road that was being shelled, a pretty hot place. I had happened to see you fall, so I got an ambulance driver to take me up as close as he could get. Then I crawled over to you, started your machine, and flew back in it. You see I ' d had a little experience as an aviator in the Royal Flying Corps, but I got shot up, and now I have only one good lung, so they won ' t let me fight. " Say, you aren ' t the same Craig as the British " ace " who brought down four Germans in his last fight, and then was invalided home. " " Yeh, I guess I ' m the fellow you mean. Well, I ' ll have to be running along, but I ' ll be around again to- morrow, " and he went out, followed by the awe-stricken gaze of a young, now very humble, flyer. CURTIS WRIGHT. PALS. Pat O ' Brien was mushing his way to Dawson as fast as his team of seven dogs could travel. Pat was the trailer for the Northwest Mount- ed Police, and was on one of his greatest cases. He had heard from the miner with whom he had spent the night that the United States had declared war on Germany. At Dis- covery Pup of Hunker Creek he saw a notice asking all Americans to en- list. Pat was a loyal American, al- though he was not a native-born citizen. When he reached headquarters he was undecided whether to resign from the police and enlist with the Americans at Forty-mile or to joins the Canucks. It was not left for Pat to decide that question for him- self. As a member of the North- west Mounted Police he was under miltary rule, and was subject to or- ders to report for duty anywhere his government might assign him. Consequently he received immediate notice to go to France with the men 14 THE TARGET who were to leave on the following day. As Jack, the leader was his own property, he asked permission of the officer in command to take his pet along. This was granted. After weeks of training Pat ' s com- pany was order to take its position beside the veterans of France. Bark- ing joyfully at his master ' s heels came Jack, the mascot of the com- pany. Within a few months every man was eager to take Jack over the top with him, because he was a great help to his trooper friend. With his keen scent he was far more successful in routing a con- cealed Hun than the soldiers them- selves. Once, when Pat was trying to re- turn to his company from which he had been separated, he was stop- ped by two Germans. He called to Jack who was close by to get one, while he made a lunge at the other. Pat easily killed his man, but poor Jack, flying at the throat of the other, was pierced by the cold steel of the Prussian ' s trench knife. Pat ' s Irish blood boiled at the sight of his plucky little pet, and with one powerful blow with the butt of his pistol he killed the Hun. Pat car- ried his dead little pal back to camp where he was buried with all the honors of a soldier killed in action. NORTH YOUNKINS. THE SONG OF THE POTATOES Plant us, Grow us, Sow us, Please ! We are good to eat! And we ' re really truly good As a substitute for wheat! CLARA HOFF. THE SEA. The sea, the sea, the wild, wild sea, Thou art free, thou art ever free! So far beneath that cold, dark sky, Against steep cliffs, thy waves dash high. Down underneath those dark green waves, Down underneath those rocky caves Stretch far and wide, thy endless wastes, Where seaweeds grow, all interlaced. The sea, the sea, the wild, wild sea, Thou art free, thou art ever free! ROBERTA HAYNES. AN ORIENTAL SURPRISE. The air was hot and heavy, a dark cloud was settling around Kioto, and the lights of the uchi through the fog gleamed like fire-flies. The heat drove me into the street and I called for a ricksha, thinking to cool myself with a short ride. " Where to? " inquired my coolie. " Anywhere! Anywhere! from this terrible heat! " I answered impatient- ly. And so he set out at a quick pace, and soon we were plunged into darkness. I began to be alarmed for I had not been in Kioto long, and was not acquainted with its many winding streets. Within a few moments, however, I saw the lights of Hongawnji Temple ahead and felt relieved, as I knew he would stop there to rest in the gardens. But no, he did not stop, and again we were in darkness. Being now thoroughly frightened I call for him to stop. But to my utter dismay he merely quickened his pace. Now all was silent except the patter, patter of his soft kutsu. THE TARGET 15 Horrible tales of kidnapping and murders came rushing into my brain at once. My wild imagination had me stolen, executed, and devoured in the short space of a moment. What should I do? It was im- possible to jump out as we were traveling too fast for that. I dared not call for help as my coolie might have choked me, and anyway, who could have heard me? I could only be as calm as possible and take things as they came. In the morn- ing the news of my murder would be spread, my friends would weep and bemoarn my fate, my funeral — " Hotel, Missy. " " Why, " I exclaimed increduously, " the hotel! I ' m at my own door! " FRANCES B. SEYMOUR. Let the flowers give their place That Capt. Spud may have more space. SPRING. Before us stretched the beautiful plains. The sun had just risen in the distance from behind the moun- tains above; there was nothing but the blue sky with spotless white clouds floating in the south. On earth, the fresh little blades, of green grass were seen coming up. As one looked, one beheld all the colors that Nature had given to flowers. The birds were singing their beauti- ful songs. The ground squirrels ran from hole to hole and talked to their neighbors. The little cotton- tails who hopped about to get their breakfast would turn to listen, and look as if in fear. Everything seem- ed happy and beautiful, because it was Spring. ELIZABETH SAFFORD. THE SPY. Jack Jones was intending to go out to the aeroplane factory in a few moments and was fixing up a light lunch to take alone with him. He soon finished, and seizing his hat and coat was off on the run. When Jack got almost to the factory, he was halted by a guard whom Jack knew very well, and was soon ushered into the foreman ' s office. Jack asked for a job but the fore- man said, " I am very sorry, Jack, but at present I haven ' t a single thing you could do. Every- shop is crowded. I will let you know when I find a good job for you. Would you like to see a trial flight? There is one of the best aviators going up soon. " " Thank you, " said Jack. As he got there one of the work- men was working and Jack saw that he had filed the supporting wires almost through. " Stop that, " said Jack jumping at the man. The man drew 7 a pistol and shot at Jack. The guard was attracted by the shot and soon cap- tured the workman. The latter was taken to court and it was found that he was a German spy. He was sentenced to serve fifty years in prison. Jack was given a reward for sav- ing the life of the aviator who would have fallen to his death if Jack had not discovered the spy. HUGH FALCONER. Potatoes we ' ll eat To save the wheat. If you love the U. S. A. Buy War Savings Stamps today. Save lead, save tin, Save the wheat that ' s in the bin. if. THE TARGET " A Little Child Shall Lead Them " " Buy a tag, sir, and help the Junior Red Cross, " questioned Muriel, a bright-eyed girl, of a laboring man, just about to board the train for the city. " Only got a nickel, or I ' d buy one, sure, " said the man. But upon being informed by Muriel, that he might borrow it, he cheerfully did so, and Muriel, with the merry jing- ling of the money in her pocket went joyfully over the road to meet the next person. Later on in the day a prosperous looking gentleman was seen waiting for the 9:30 train. Everything about him seemed to suggest wealth, from the top of his new panama, to the tips of his highly polished shoes. Muriel went smilingly across to him, confident he would purchase several tags. " What, more of these bother- some things? What with Liberty Bonds, the Y. M. C. A. and the Red Cross, life ' s made a perfect misery. No, certainly not, I have better use for my money. " With that the portly old gentleman savage- ly thrust a cigar into his mouth, and turned his back on the astonish- ed girl. " Wha ' d yer call them things? " said a voice. Muriel turned, and saw a ragged newsboy regarding the tags curiously. It did not occur to her, that the little chap might buy one, but she ex- plained all about the coming pageant. Sammy put his hand thoughtfully in his pocket, and pulled out some very grimy pennies. He looked wist- fully at them for a while, then said, " I was agoin ' t ' git Rosie, that ' s my sister, yer know, " he explained confidentially, " a doll. She ' s just crazy about ' em, but I guess it ' s my duty, " and here he drew himself up proudly, " to help my country now, so here, " and he held out to Muriel ten hard-earned pennies. The wealthy old gentleman had been an interested onlooker, of this little scene, and the patriotism of the little lad, had made him think, how meager was his share in the great Avar. " How many tickets have you left? " he said. " Just seventeen, sir. " " Well, I ' ll buy them all, " and he gave Muriel fiv e dollars, telling her not to mind about the change. It was nearly train time, so giving the tags to Sammy, he said, " Take all your little friends to the pageant, and God bless you, my boy, for you have taught one old slacker, the true meaning of the word patrio- tism. " URSULA HOWARD. A MAY-HAPPEN TALE. Cecilio yawned. It was very pleas- ant to sit in the sun outside the colonel ' s tent overlooking the slug- gish Rio Grande. Since he had been rescued by the colonel from starva- tion and made the mascot of the American ' s regiment he had been very happy. He had had nothing to do but loaf, and for the fourteen years of his life his watchword had always been " to-morrow. " Just at present the. regiment was wrought up by the news of a great war. Cecilio was mildly amused. Why should they bother over that? It was clear across the ocean. To him loyalty and patriotism meant noth- ing. In his lazy Mexican life he thought, as did most of his country- THE TARGET 17 men, only of the source of his next meal. Suddenly the telegraph instruments inside the tent began to click. He heard the colonel go over to the table. A moment later he came out of the tent, holding a slip of paper in his hand, and with such an ex- pression of joy on his usually- grave face that Cecilio glanced up in amazement. " Cecilio, " exclaimed the colonel, tomorrow we leave for the coast, and from there for Europe. " " Oh, senor, " cried Cecilio, " what to me will happen? I too must go. " " I am sorry, " replied the colonel, " but we can take you no farther than the coast. There we will leave you in a home. When I come back, if I ever do, I will take you north with me. " Cecilio made no comment. He was stunned. The colonel went ofli to tell the good news to the boys. Cecilio heard them laughing and shouting. Suddenly he realized how much he would miss his friends, and with that realization came the first resolution of his life. He would go to the mythical place called " Eu- rope " with his regiment. Three weeks later the colonel ' s cabin on the transport was invaded by an irate sailor dragging with him a not-at-all abashed Mexican boy. The colonel started in amazement. " Why Cecilio, " he cried, " how on earth did you get here? " Cecilio grinned. " I ran away from the home, " he answered. " I want to go to Europe. It not hard to get aboard. " " I should think you would be half starved, " the colonel exclaimed, " but, " surveying the boy ' s rotund figure, " you don ' t look it. " " No, senor, " replied Cecilio with a reminiscent smile, " I hide in the — what you call him — galley. " Two summers later the bench out- side the colonel ' s tent overlooking the Rio Grande was again occupied, this time by the colonel himself. He and the remainder of, his men, a mere handful, were recovering from gas and shell-shock at their old camping-ground. The colonel glanc- ed up to see the tall, slender form of a boy in khaki approaching. The colonel watched him, thinking what a change the sight of the heroism of the battlefield had wrought in him. " Colonel, " said the boy, in per- fect English, " I want to resign as mascot. " " Why, Cecilio, " exclaimed the col- onel with a smile, " are you going to seek your fortune? " " No, colonel, " answered the boy, gravely, " I go to teach my people the meaning of this, " and suddenly on the wind, out-floated that toward which he pointed, the red, white and blue of " Old Glory. " PHYLLIS HARROUN. AWAKE, AMERICA! Awake! America, Awake! Stamp out these lawless, shameless foes, Who seek to desecrate and take, Away our hard-begotten homes. Their loathsome thoughts exter- minate, And flourish in their stead the right Instead of savage, fiendish hate, Forever man ' s worst bane and blight. Americans, the sword unsheath, Democracy must thrive and live; That we may freedom ' s sweet air breathe, Ten million men their lives would give. PAUL ALBERT. i8 THE TARGET Willard Baseball Team WILLARD ATHLETICS. Great events occur daily — Berkeley went " over the top, " the Kaiser started his great offensive, and sports galloped unceremoniously back to Willard. Someone, who has taken care to hide his name and headpiece from the violence of those who persist in taking the part of Rip Van Winkle in the heart-racking drama of " Ever- lasting Sleep, " decided that it was time to come to earth, and forgetting for the time the, fair maidens of the northern section of the terrace, deep plots were laid to start things. The bomb exploded with the elec- tion of Bob Kanzee as Commission- er of Athletics, and after it, events followed rapidly. Hawthorne Grady whose voice might easily be heard from here to New York was chosen yell leader, and more than once he cracked his voice and our feelings with his mighty screeches — but alas! ' tis all for naught. Edison and Gar- field have refused to try out for track, which means no track meet. Ah, but gaze fondly upon the pictures of the noble braves, who dared the trials and troubles oi joining a baseball team. From 1 c f ' . to right in the top row they arc Sherman Bishop, right field; Ray White, first " " base; Adolphus Cheek, catcher; Delmont Hennion, utility man. In the center row they are Jonny Newson, pitcher; Art Hiscox, whose eyes watered during the fatal moment of camera thrills, shortstop; Lawrence Weisel, pitcher; Edward McEnearny, left field; Dick THE TARGET 19 Cleverdon, third base, and our fam- ous yell leader, Hawthorne Grady. Along the bottom are Robert Kan- zee, who plays center, George Gaw, second base, and Carroll Steiner, catcher. In our first game with Edison we were defeated by the close score of 4 to 3. The batteries were Weisel, Newsom and Steiner. The second game, with Garfield, was won in the seventh inning when White singled and was followed by Hiscox, who also singled. The score was 12 to 6 in our favor, and the batteries were Newson, and Cheek, Steiner. We hope next year to have a good baseball, basketball, and track team. THE CAT ' S DREAM. (Exercise in verbs — lie, lay, sit, etc.) " Just as soon as I catch this gopher I will lie down. I ' m so tired, " said the cat sititng by the gopher hole. After he had sat there a long while he caught the gopher. He laid it down and lay down to rest. When he had lain a short time he sat up. The gopher which should have been lying there was gone. " I have laid a gopher down only recently. Who took it? " said cat number one. I have been sitting here ever since you have lain down. I don ' t believe you did lay any gopher down, " said cat number two who always lay by cat number one when he (cat one) slept. It was at this juncture that he awoke to find cat two just ready to make off with his gopher. MARY CHAMBERLAIN. Food fights for freedom. THE GHOST IN THE ATTIC. Jimmie Butler was coming home from a picture show one night in November. His family had gone to a theater to hear John McCormack sing. The night was very dark and on account of this the arc light shone out with greater brilliancy than before. As Jimmy neared home, he thought he saw a light in the attic. He wondered why a light was on with nobody home. As he same nearer he saw the light was large and oval-shaped like a face. Jimmy had been reading ghost-stories the night before and he imagined that this thing was a ghost. At the thought he stood still and wonder- ed what he would do. All of a sudden he saw the thing sway back and forth. That settled it. ■ He would wait until the rest of the family came home before he would go in the house. After about an hour of waiting Jimmy got tired and decided to in- vestigate for himself. So he un- locked the front door and went up- stairs to the attic. As he came near the room where the thing was, he expected to see anything from a skeleton to a monster in the room. He silently opened the door about an inch and peaked in. He nearly fell over with laughing when he- saw what was in the room, for the awful ghost was nothing but his brother ' s punching bag with the arc- light shining on it and the wind making it sway back and forth! WESLEY CARNAHAN. Keep the home soil turning Plant, and save the wheat. Eat some more potatoes, The Hun we must defeat. 20 THE TARGET THE CONQUERING MOTTO. Whether at work of whether at play, We ' re bound to do better than every today For each little bit that is earnestly done Is a part in an edifice of liberty won. Your work is the block that must be had. Give it with heart that is joyous and glad; Give it all perfect and be warmed by its rays, For your structure is built in no haphazard way. ' Tis by pebble on pebble the founda- tion is laid, ' Tis by rock upon rock the pyra- mid ' s made, ' Till on the topmost block of your work, mine, all Is written, " United we stand, divided we fall. " ELIZABETH BARNDT. PRIVATE FEARIN G. The sharp statement of Lieutenant Jackson broke in on the medita- tion of Private Fearing: " Time ' s up! " One hour before, the men had been asked to volunteer to mend a pathway which the enemy had made in the barbed-wire outside of the trench. But Fearing, heretofore considered the coward of the com- pany, Avas not startled. Everyone in the dugout was sur prised to hear, " I ' m ready, Lieuten- ant! " from him. He had caused all to dislike him, and yet now they readly realized there was little hope of his returning. At precisely 11:30 Fearing started out. He was nervous and pitched forward in the inky blackness where only two of the enemy ' s searchlights broke the gloom. He tripped and fell into the entangled mess of barbed-wire, cutting his hands and arms. Finally he gained control of him- self and settled to the task at hand, yet even as he did so, a light almost struck the spot where he crouched. He stopped as if paralyzed. The light passed. He moved on, and in an instant a sharp report broke the silence of the dark night. He wait- ed terrified. Not more than three yards to the left the deadly missile exploded! He did not stir. The light was again dangerously near him. The beads of perspiration were on his forehead and he hardly dared breathe. It seemed hours before the enemy seemingly satisfied, turned the light in another direction, and Fearing, losing no time, completed his work. He started swiftly toward his own lines just in time to escape death again, as the Germans renewed their search. The light moved toward him but doubling his speed he ran and fell exhausted but unhurt into the group of now admiring com- rades. MURIEL ENGLER. " A FRIEND IN NEED " The Third Liberty Loan Drive was nearing a close. Most of the cities had gone " Over the Top. " The few remaining stragglers were rapid- ly securing their quota. It was the last week of the drive and the Boy Scouts had just been notified that they might begin their work. To quote one enthusiastic little fellow, " O.h, gee, kids, we ' re turned loose at last, ain ' t we? Say, won ' t old Kaiser Bill feel sick when he hears about it? " THE TARGET 21 Jimmie and Murphy were tender- feet in rank but not in spirit and thought. All day they had tramped from door to door only to be met with a curt, " We have all we can afford, " or a short " Don ' t care for any more. " The patriotic little fel- low ' s idea that everyone was just like his own dear daddy and mother was rudly shattered. His hand thoughtfully stroked his fur coated friend ' s back. " Murphy, old pay, " he wailed, " Jack has sold six bonds an ' he ' ll getta go on the hike next week. " Murphy ' s tail wagged and his soft nose buried itself comfortingly in Jimmie ' s hand. " Just wait and we ' ll see what will happen, " he seemed to say. Next day a sad Jimmie started on his campaign again; Murphy had dis- appeared in the night. Jimmie wan- dered disconsolately through the streets until he came to old man Streeter ' s home. Streeter was the most close-fisted man in town with his money. He cared for no one but his taciturn housekeeper. As Jimmie resentfully peered through the iron-railings of the fence surrounding the garden he saw Murphy calmly strolling by old Streeter ' s side. Streeter ' s low- spoken words just reached Jimmie. " Murphy, you ' re only a dog but you are a better citizen than I am — or was, " he corrected. " This will be our little secret, won ' t it? " he chuckled, " of how you brought that poster to me last evening and plead- ed with your soft brown eyes with me. Here just take this $10,000 bond back to that little master of yours and we will see who gets to go on a hike. " PEARL JOHNSON. A DREAM. The morning sun was filtering through the high trees and the wild flowers were just lifting up their drowsy heads. Among them were beautiful Fritillarias and shy Mist Maidens, also the sweet Hairbells and Shooting Stars. Softly to the tune of tinkling bells, the fairies came winding through the trees. They formed a circle about their queen who stood in the center. She softly waved her tiny wand, and as she did so, from out of the shy wild flowers came fairies, and from the trees, dryads. Then as these new fairies joined the ring, they lightly danced round and round their queen. The vision grew fainter and fain- ter and suddenly, I awoke finding my beautiful adventure, nothing but a dream. KATHERINE COLE. THE BIRTH OF A NEW DAY. Slowly the glittering stars winked, blinked and went out. Tile east grew light; first a dull red, then pink, then gold, as the sun rose. The soft tiny clouds turned a golden color. As the sky grew bluer and the horizon lighter the clouds turned pure white again. The tip of the sun peeped over the crest of a pine-covered mountain, flooding the earth with a golden light, causing the dewdrops hanging like jewels from the faces of the delicate spring flowers, to sparkle and shine. Suddenly all the birds of the woods burst into joyous song, their notes floating far on the gentle breeze. A new flay had been born. ROSALIE LOUBENS. LOYALTY. Fight ior the Red, the White, and Blue, Live for all that it means to you, Give for its strong- support abroad, Work for its cause, help lift War ' s load. Then when sweet Peace shall reign once more, Proudly will come our Flag to the fore, To stand for all that ' s right and good, In just the way it ' s always stood. ELIZABETH MUNSON. OUR GUIDE. Oh flag that floats in sky of blue, Our hearts to thee shall e ' er be true; Thy colors bright our guide shall be, To fight the foe across the sea! And when our boys will aid the French, And join our friends in hut or trench, n The Allies all will bless thy stars; And we ' ll thank God that you are ours. MARY PARHAM. THE TARGET 23 An Exempted Man ' s Reward " Rejected. Tuberculosis, " said the examining physician. The waiting room was filled with recruits and every minute counted. Nevertheless the look of bitter dis- appointment in Harry Wellman ' s eyes aroused a feeling of sympathy and he added, " I am sorry, my boy, that one who is so eager to go to the front has to be disappointed. " Harry ' s eyes snapped and his voice said huskily, " Do you mean I am not to go? " " Yes, " said the physician. As Harry passed out of the office, a flash of bright color at the City Hall caught his eye. Pausing to look he read, " Food will win the war. " Harry ' s father owned large wheat fields in Montana, but Harry had never wished to spend much time there. But as he passed out of the office and saw the poster he thought, " Why not raise wheat for the gov- ernment since I can ' t go myself to war? " " I am leaving for the farm, father, " announced Harry when he reached home. Harry left as soon as he was able, as the sight of the boys in khaki and blue made him downcast. Not long after he reached the farm, he noticed a young man hang- ing over the fence and looking around. As the man looked suspic- ious, Harry walked over and asked him what he wished. " Work, " said the man looking Harry up and down. As Harry was short of hands, he said, " Very well, report at 5:30 in the morning, and we will see about some. " Next morning the young man ap- peared and Harry gave him work. He sent him out to a large granary on the edge of the farm to sack grain. Looking around to see if anyone was watching him, he struck a match to set the place on fire. But more quickly still a revolver was pointed at his head. " I though you looked suspicious so I decided to follow you and see what kind of work you really would do, you sneak! You are another one of these men the government is itching to get a hold of, " said Harry. " Follow me to the house. " With a sneer on his face he turned and followed. Then Harry tied him to a tree till help came. Soon he was taken to prison and was found to be guilty of burning wheat fields in the south. He was sent there, tried, and shot as a spy. i£ % % % % % ifr i£ % % % Men of the third draft were be- ing examined. Harry Wellman again stood in line. After two years on the farm, he was now a strong sun- burnt man. " Accepted, " announced the physi- cian. Harry hurried home to tell his people the news, and to make pre- parations to leave for camp. MARY MANSELL. Fight the Kaiser, Fight him hard; Plant a war garden in your yard. Let Parsnip the Kaiser, Let Artichoke the Hun, Lettuce all turn up the soil Until the war is won. 24 THE TARGET THE FLOWER OF LOVE. Once in a every beautiful valley, surrounded by his court and with everything to make him happy, there dwelt a selfish king who was un- happy because he knew not how to love. One day there came a fleet mes- senger who declared that some- where in the world there bloomed the flower of love that brought lovt and happiness to whoever found it. The king searched far and wide for the flower but with no success, and returned to his kingdom broken- hearted. Years went by and the once young monarch was an old man, but still he thought of the flower of love for which he was too old to search. As his last days drew near he sat often in his garden. One day a frightened dove chased by a hungry hawk dropped fluttering at his feet. He gently stroked the wounded bird. At last he was, instead of the quivering bird, a snow-white flower. With a glad cry he clasped it to his bosom and sank to rest happy, for he had found the flower of love. VALENTINE McGILLYCUDDY. A TRUE STORY. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson lived in Texas. On account of the great heat many people in the south spend their summers away. This man and his wife with their six- months-old baby decided to come to California. They brought the baby ' s " old black mammy " Lizzie. Lizzie was slow but honest and faithful. At the hotel where they were staying babies were not allowed in the dining room, so Mr. and Mrs. Jackson would have their dinner, leaving the baby with Lizzie and then Lizzie had hers when they had finished. Friday night as usual Mr. and Mrs. Jackson went for their dinner. The night before Lizzie had been up a good ' deal with the baby, so she was tired. While waiting for her dinner, she fell asleep. The baby was restless, also, that night, rolling and tossing about. Mr. Jackson and his wife were late in getting back from dinner and found Lizzie sound asleep. Mrs. Jackson woke Lizzie and went to look at the baby. The baby was gone. Mrs. Jackson was frantic. She tore the bed to pieces looking for the baby, but, she was gone. She was angry at Lizzy because she had been careless. Of course they thought that the baby had been stolen because you know every mother thinks every- body wants her baby. Mr. Jackson started down to telephone to the police. When he opened the door, he noticed that it didn ' t go back. He looked behind it and there the baby was sound asleep. ' She had rolled off the bed and behind the door. ELENOR THOMPSON. Miss Ellerhorst: " The lily of France is called Fleurdelis, " the rose signifies England, the thistle Scotland, and the shamrock, Ireland. If " Over in France There ' s a Lily " had been written before we entered the war, what would have been the flower of the United States? " Truman Lawson: " Yankee Doodle. " Don ' t forget that a potato hill Will help to down old Kaiser Bill. THE TARGET How I Killed a Bear 25 This particular day was specially fine and warm and my friends kind- ly gave me a six-quart pail and ask- ed me to go and get wild black- berries. I started out with the pail, and, to make it more romantic I took my friend ' s big ten-balls-to-a-pound rifle. As I neared the pasture where the berries grew, I left the rifle and fell to work. As I worked I was making up a story of a kind bea ( taking a little girl and raising her on bear ' s milk and honey. As the girl grew older she escaped to her father in the valley, whom she identi- fied. She led her father to the bear ' s den, where the father shot the bear. When I suddenly looked up and saw a real bear a little ways for me, I was surprised, and so was the bear. Then the bear started ambling to- wards me. I set the pail down and slowly retreated. The bear, not used to eating berries out of a pail, tipped the pail over, and began eating the berries. I put my head down and ran. I reached the rifle none to soon, however, for the bear was coming on. I debated where was the best place to hit him. And the bear was coming on. I though of my past life, which seemed very wicked just then. Then I thought what a ridiculous head- stone this would make, " Here lies eaten by a bear, 19 — . " And the bear was coming on! Then I raised my rifle and fired at his chest. I turned and ran. While I was running I thought I had bet- ter load the gun. As I did so I glanced back and saw the bear lying on the ground. He was resting peacefully in death. That he remain so I put a bullet through his brain. Then I went home. " Where are your blackberries? " someone asked. " A bear ate them, " I said. Cries of " Gammon! " are heard. " Go up in the woods and see for yourself, " I cried. When they saw the bear, they were envious. My sportsman friend needlessly remarked that a cow ' s horn might have made the hole in the bear ' s chest. WILLARD SERVICE. A MORNING IN SPRING. Faint streaks of light showed in the east and the world was clothed in grey hues. Suddenly the sun ap- peared from behind the wooded hills and bathed the surrounding country in light. The twitter of birds was heard in the trees and the whole country seemed to waken. The mea- dows were abundantly covered with green grass and the trees were masses of white blossoms. Through the orchard ran a brook reflecting the sun ' s brilliant rays, and the meadows and hillsides were dotted with wild flowers of many colors. Soon the songs of birds were heard and people began to walk along the meadow paths to market. Every thing on earth seemed to be awake, it was spring. ISABELLE HUPP. Grow potatoes in your yard Help the soldier now on guard. 26 THE TARGET Barbara ' s Reward Barbara Gordon sat in her wheel chair, looking- out at the garden glowing in the sunlight. The day before when the doctor called, he had asked her to try walking, as he thought she was growing strong- er. But feeling quite sure of her in- ability to comply with his wish. Barbara did not attempt it. Mrs. Gordon had gone to church leaving her invalid daughter in the big sun porch until her return. As the morning was warm, Barbara soon fell into a doze which lasted about half an hour. She was awak- ened by a strong smell of smoke, and as she looked over the railing she noticed a bright light in the basement windows of the new school, which was being built next door. She called loudly for the neighbors, but received no answer. She called again, but heard no reply. What could she do? Every minute the flames seemed to grow larger. The telephone! if she could only reach it! Barbara rolled her chair to the top of the stair-case. She did not hesitate, but got out and with the assistance of the bannster, started down. A sharp pain shot up her leg, but as she went on, she gained more confidence and finally reached the telephone. With trem- bling fingers she turned the leaves of the directory looking for the num- ber. After a useless search Barbara took down the receiver and gave the warning to central. In fifteen minutes the fire was out and the whole building saved. That evening a happy family sat around the fire. Mr. and Mrs. Gor- don were smiling, and Barbara was actually seated on the floor. Sud- denly the door opened and their friend the school principal entered. After a hearty greeting, he turned to Barbara and asked, what she would like as a reward. " Thank you, " she said, " but I have received a much better gift than any you could give me, I am able to walk again. " EUNICE LEHMER. A SUNSET IN MASSACHUSETTS On a hill bordering a beautiful lake in Massachusetts, three children were seen slowly climbing to the highest point of the hill. They were soon lying flat on the ground, sup- porting their heads with their arms; they were watching a beautiful sun- set. There was not much talking but steady gazing across the lake, over another hill, towards the sinking sun in the west. The sun was large, round and red. There were many white clouds floating in every direc- tion. The sun was soon back of the hill flashing a dark and light pink, on the passing clouds. As the sky was of dark blue, as the eastern skies are, it was a very beautiful sunset. The white clouds of all shapes were reflected by the light from the sinking sun for nearly two hours. The children watched the sunset till the last ray of light in the west had faded and the ev ening star was shining in the east. The children were later seen, by the faint light of the moon, walk- ing slowly down the hill and they disappeared into a tent. EVELYN KENDALL. THE TARGET 2; FOR VALOR. There was a lull in the fighting and Charles Bristol, a private in the British Infantry Co. 3, sat in the dugout, thinking. A picture of his old home and mother came before his mind. He recalled one deed after another, deeds he wished he could blot out. He saw himself " caught with the goods " by a policeman after a rob- bery. He had been going with a crook. Charles, without any thought of anything wrong, let the crook lead him to rob a house. The real thief escaped but Charles was caught. His mother, broken-hearted and disgraced, had seen him before he went to jail. In his cell he had vowed he would do something to cover that disgrace. The very day he got out of prison he enlisted in the infantry. Not even his mother knew because he im- mediately went away with his com- pany. Absorbed in his reverie he did not know what was going on until his " bunkie, " said, " Get ready. We are going to charge over the top. " At the signal the British went over the top firing as they went. Bristol was fighting beside the cap- tain of his company when he heard a bang, and saw the captain fall. He struggled up and led his company into the fight that drove the enemy back. Then he staggered and fell into a shell hole. Charles had been shot also during the encounter. Af- ter a while a single stretcher came along. They were about to pick up Charles. After a mental struggle he gasped, " Get — the — Captain. He ' s — in — the shell— hole. " The men carrying the stretcher obeyed and taking the captain, went away. Had Charles made amends for his disgraceful actions? RUSSELL McCONNELL. Help defeat the Kaiser, Help defeat the Hun; Do not be a miser, Sammies need you mon. DOING HIS BIT. James Burton was a successful engineer in Montana. When America entered the war he enlisted and was soon promoted to the rank of lieu- tenant. He was among the first to reach the battle front in France. In the battle of Seicheprey the Germans attacked the first line. The French and Americans put up a hard fight but they were forced to re- treat to the second line. The next day the Germans were seen at a dis- tance approaching by thousands. James Burton fought side by side with the color sergeant. At last the color sergeant was killed and Burton injured. Hundreds of Huns were approaching with fixed bayo- nets. He picked the flag up and kissed it and handed it to a com- rade. " Hold it high! " he said, " for God ' s sake! Hold it high! for the soldiers will follow it. " He quickly turned around and rushed to a machine gun near by and mowed down the first line of rushing Germans. He turned again but alas! the bullets were gone. He was wounded in several places, but he died with a smile on his face, for he had helped to send the flag ahead, which had won the day. HENRY TAKAHASHI. 28 THE TARGET TARGET " STAFF Editor Helen Wood Manager Curtis Wright ASSISTANTS. Paul Albert, Elma Auze, Mildred Bain, Elizabeth Barndt, Emily Brown, Margaret Druehl, Robert Dunn, Jean Dupont, Muriel Engler, Erna Erbe, Evelyn Flaherty, Grace Foster, Jack Gompertz, Olga Grooms, Martha Hanna, Phyllis Harroun, Evelyn Holcomb, Ursula Howard, Pearl Johnson, Evelyn Keehner, Ancel Keys, Dorothy Lenehan, Marjorie Lewin, Conrad Lutgen, Anna McLaughlin, Elizabeth Munson, Daniel Nutting, Mary Parham, Josephine Peoples, John Railton, David Rankin, Irene Reid, Ernest de Reynier, Dorothy Ritchie,- Eugenie Schutt, Frances Seymour, Marion T. Smith, Lillian St. John. ADVISORY BOARD. MR. CLARK Principal MISS CHRISTY Teacher Our boys are proving themselves true patriots by taking their physical culture with zest. A garden or a gun. If the girls would take care of their lunch bags as carefully as they do their knitting bags, there would be less drop-stitching in the school harmony. THE TARGET 29 Some one should explain gently to the babies of the school that if they have to manufacture ammunition out of school materials they should send it to the soldiers instead of using it for civil wars. Save wheat! Conserve food! Eat rice-bread with cheery mood. TRUSTY, RED CROSS DOG. The battle for the village of Le Sonne had raged for seven hours and the wounded lay stretched along the road and fields, moaning and crying for water. The village had changed from German to French hands four times and the wounded were unable to be reached. On a distant part of the field lay Lieutenant Henri Leroux, who had been wounded by a German sniper concealed in a tree, on his way to the commanding officer with valuable information. Lieutenant Leroux had been sent from headquarters to in- terview a French spy, who was con- cealed in a neighboring village. The Lieutenant was returning with re- ports of great importance, as they related the coming activities on an important French supply base, the loss of which would seriously ham- per the present campaign. As twilight came on, the Lieuten- ant as he lay helpless on the ground with a bullet hole in the thigh, at the same time wished for water and bandages and wondered how he was to get his dispatches to head- quarters. The steady drone of rifle fire wore on as the combatants fought for the upper hand. Drop- ping off into a troubled doze, he was awakened by an object licking his hand. Opening his bewildered eyes he tried to rise and was sharply reminded of the wound in his leg, so he fell back with a moan. Then sud- denly he realized that beside him was one of those Red Cross dogs that do such noble work on the bat- tlefields. This particular one was an Airedale. Lieutenant Leroux, be- ing familiar with the kit carried by these dogs, felt on the left side of " Trusty, " as the brass plate on its collar bore that inscription, for the aluminum canteen. He found and unhooked it easily, and took several drinks and felt very much refreshed. On the inside of a leather pouch, carried by " Trusty, " were bandages and iodine, with which he dressed his leg, the dog meanwhile standing patiently. Then Lieutenant Leroux was struck with a happy though. He quickly placed the dispatches inside of the pouch and hastily scribbled a note telling he was wounded and how to find him. Then he placed the dog ' s head in the direction of headquarters and gave him a gentle pat, and the dog started off in the given direction. " God grant that he reach head- quarters safely, " he muttered out loud, " for if he doesn ' t the supply base and I are lost. " However, the Lieutenant now felt at ease in his mind, for he knew that the dog had been trained to carry dispatches also. Having found the road, " Trusty " traveled along at a steady loping pace, and by and by arrived at the vicinity of headquarters. There one of the guards called " Trusty " to him and felt inside of the pouch for a note he felt sure was there. Upon finding the note and dispatches, he immediately turned them in at head- quarters. The commanding officer of that sector was very much pleased to have the papers, but he felt anx- ious for the Lieutenant. So he had a searching party form- ed and they set out in the direction 3Q THE TARGET given by Lieutenant Leroux. After searching for an ho ur without suc- cess they were ready to give up the search when " Trusty " took the lead himself. With his keener sense of smelling, he soon picked up the trail and quickly led them to the place where Lieutenant Leroux was lying. The doctor said to the Red Cross stretcher bearer on the way back to the base hospital, " Had it not been for that dog we would had reached Lieutenant Leroux too late, for he is in a serious condition from ex - posure. " But thanks to " Trusty " the pro- posed raid on the supply base was repulsed and Lieutenant Leroux ' life was saved. The next day the men of Lieuten- ant Leroux ' company received per- mission to adopt " Trusty " as their mascot. And ever after " Trusty, " who proudly bears the Croix de Guerre on his collar, remained the much-petted mascot of the company he had saved so well. EDWIN ISAACS. TO OUR BANNER. See the soldiers marching by, Banners flying in the sky, Flags of every shape and hue — Flags of red, of white and blue. But the flag that I love best, Though I honor all the rest, Stands for truth and loyalty, Freedom, right and liberty. So from harm protect us all, Lest our nation downward fall. Banner, may you ever wave O ' er the noble and the brave! EVELYN HOLCOMB. A BIRD TRANSFORMED. The sun was just setting, when suddenly over the top of a huge pile of rocks appeared a bird of most unusual plumage. The feathers upon its back were pointed upwards as its tail, and were of many differ- ent colors. This did not appear startling as in the rugged wilds of the Sierra Nevada mountains there are many beautiful birds. Suddenly the bird moved upwards, and before us stood an Indian in full war array. He had apparently been hiding behind the rocks, and his crest of feathers had been mis- taken for a bird until he arose. His dark red-brown skin had been dyed in patches with bright red paint, and his jet-black eyes peered suspicious- ly out from beneath his straight black hair. He wore a blouse and leggings of deerskin fringed with the same, and dyed many colors. Over these was a large Indian blanket thrown carelessly across his shoul- ders. Fastening his blouse in place was a broad belt of rushes woven closely together, with various de- signs; this was stuck full of knives and hatchets indicating that he was a warrior. As he stepped from be- hind the rock we noticed that he wore finely beaded moccasins. But when he saw us, he folded his arms over his blanket, turned on his heel, and disappeared among the pines of the forest. EUGENIE SCHUTT. THE SAMPLER. Dorothy was sitting before a cheery fire looking at the framed sampler that hung over the mantel- piece. This was a beautiful piece of work that her grandmother had made many years ago. Dorothy was glad THE TARGET 3i that she herself had not had to make these little stitches, for it had taken many of them to complete the sampler. The little girl had examined minut- ely the exquisite piece of work many a time but it looked different today. The house with a tree on either side, the dog, the fowl, all seemed to move. Really, the letters of the alphabet were taking sides and be- ginning to play ball. The dog and the rooster were fighting and Dorothy was amazed beyond expres- sion when the chanticleer stepped out of the frame and flew at her. Im- mediately the letters came running down the path and in a moment more they were all sitting on Doro- thy ' s face. One was tickling her, one was pecking at her eyes and another was pulling at her hair. The child was extremely frightened when she heard a loud noise that woke her up. She found that she had been dreaming. HELEN E RICHTER. Buy some thrift stamps every week, ' Twill help to win the war; The Kaiser will feel mighty weak As we rake them in galore. A PREDATORY CHIPMUNK. I had paused to bathe my hands and face in a trout brook. A tin cup of strawberries which I had gathered going through the field was placed on a rock beside me. Presently unconscious of my pres- ence came a little chipmunk. He hopped up on the brim of the cup and proceeded to eat the choicest berries — two, four, six, eight, until the little vagabond ' s cheeks were bulging. Then he lost no time filling his pockets. When he seemed to be satisfied he hopped off the cup and along the rocks and disappeared into the woods. In a few minutes he came back and ate some more berries. Then he went away again. In a few minutes more, appeared a bob-tailed chipmunk who hopped around finding it very hard to hit the right place. I feel confident that the first chipmunk had told him of the delicious strawberries he had found down by the brook. He ate a few and then disappeared into the woods. In a little while came the first chipmunk the third time. He was very fastidious now for he began to bite into every berry to taste the quality. I then proceeded on my journey with my supply of straw- berries appreciably diminished. HELEN PINE. HOW THE TRAIN WAS SAVED. In a lonely part of Virginia there lived in a hut, an elderly woman and her daughter. There was no one else living within five miles of this modest little home. One stormy day in March, the lit- tle lady and her daughter had been sewing. When night came they did not feel inclined to go to bed be- cause of the terrible storm raging without. They finally gained cour- age and concluded to get some sleep. About midnight they were awaken- ed by a crash. Mother and daughter crept down the stairs. Neither could make out what the noise was. Sud- denly the daughter cried out, " The bridge. " About a quarter of a mile from the house was a railroad bridge. The two rushed out into the storm. Sure enough the bridge had fallen into the river. Both cried out, " The one-forty-five train. " There was only one thing to do — 32 THE TARGET get some wood to burn. Time was short. They hurried as fast as they could. Arriving at home, they looked for something to burn. The only dry wood available was a chair and their only bed. They wasted no time but set to work chopping the bed. They hurried with the pieces to the tracks and built a fire. To their joy the wood burned. They did not have long to wait, for around the curve came the train full speed. The old lady took off her red skirt and waved it franti- cally in the air. The daughter tak- ing a piece of barning wood did like- wise. The train came to a stop. The passengers jumped out into the storm and crowded around the heroines. The old lady had fainted. The daughter could only utter the words, " The bridge. " But they had saved many lives. VIRGINIA GIMBAL. OUR ASSEMBLIES. On April third for the promotion of Liberty Bond Day the following patriotic program was given in the Assembly Hall: 1. Chorus, " America. " 2. " The Demands of War, " by Jean Dupont. 3. Chorus, " Keep the Home Fires Burning. " 4. " Loans and Thrift Stamps, " by Howard Elms. 5. " Efficiency, " by Curtis Wright. 6. Chorus, " Over There. " 7. " How We Must Defeat Ger- many, " by Jack Gompertz. 8. Chorus, " Battle Hymn of the Republic. " 9. " The New Liberty Bond Posters " by Miss King. Mr. Fratez gave us an interesting lecture one afternoon on Thrift Stamps, War Savings Stamps and Liberty Bonds. He explained how very much they were needed by L T ncle Sam and put it up to us to help our parents " do -their best " by not asking for parties but for a bigger thing in a Liberty Bond. Mr. Charles Keeler, who is remem- bered for having given us a delight- ful recitation of his poems some time ago, on Tuesday, April twenty-third, addressed us at a twenty-minute as- sembly. He spoke on pet shows and gave an interesting story about John Muir and his dog, Stickeen. He also told us about his personal adventures with pets in India. He ended his interesting talk by inviting all of us to the pet show given for the Red Cross on May eighteenth. He parti- cularly asked us to exhibit our own pets. A very interesting lecture, well illustrated by lantern slides, was giv- en on April twenty-fifth by Professor Kearn. His subject was " War Gar- dens. " The pictures aptly illustrated the fine harvests of both vegetables and money gleaned by different schools and individuals. Professor Kearn impressed upon us that here was one way to accomplish " practical patriotism. " During War Organization Week an interesting program was given for the school: 1. Chorus, " Keep the Home Fires Burning. " 2. Chorus, " Over There. " 3. A short address by Dr. Fisher urging us to go to school as a Patriotic Duty. 4. A half hour of amusement con- ducted by Mr. Snyder. 5. Mrs. Perry on " Our Duty Is To Serve. " 6. " Flag Salute, " Assembly. THE TARGET 33 The Mandolin Club The Mandolin Club played at the meeting of the teachers and assisted at one of the noon plays. The pieces played at the teachers ' as- sembly were: " The Bluebird, " " La Virginia, " and " The Presidio March. " They also played for the McKinley School Mothers ' Club. The members number twelve, ten mandolins and two guitars. They will give two selections of new music at our an- nual concert. The Orchestra There were so many applicants for orchestra work this year that Miss Ellerhorst had to organize two orchestras, a Junior and a Senior. The Senior numbers 44 and the Junior 21. The Seniors entertained the peo- ple at the first meeting of the Berk- eley Defense Corps. They also play- ed at one of the Hawthorne School concerts Sunday, May 19. Both orchestras took an important part in the annual concert given by Miss Ellehorst. Some of the selections were: " The Crusaders, " (Senior), " Heavens Resound " (Junior) and " March lone " composed by Miss Brightman and dedicated to the Frances Willard School. They have also assisted at some of the noon plays we have been having this term. THE BAND. The band is making very good progress this term with its twenty- five members. It would have done 34 THE TARGET The Band much better but the unfortunate loss of Scott Elder, solo cornetist, handi- capped it. The band furnished the music on Lincoln ' s Birthday, and for the plays " Horatius at the Bridge, " " The Burg-lar, " " The Depot Lunch Coun- ter, " " The Last Rehearsal, " and also in the Junior Red Cross parade. It has entertained the Mothers ' Club too. Every Friday the band goes down to the Berkeley High School to prac- tice with the Berkeley School Band. This band of which our boys make a large part played in the Liberty Bond Parade and at the Junior Red Cross Pageant. Our band will ap- pear twice on the program of our annual concert and will give new se- lections — an overture, a march, a gallop and a serenade. THE PIANO CLUB. The first regular meeting was held Wednesday, January 31, 1918. Those who contributed to the delightful program were: Ernest de Reynier, " Evening Star " by Wagner; Engenie Schutt, " Tarantelle, " by Mendelssohn; Maurinne Herrman, " Eventide, " by Carrington; Zylpha Allen " Mountain Stream " by Smythe; Laura Durkes, " Canzonetta, " by Schutt; Alice Ped- ersen, " Dream of the Sheapherdess " by Zabitgsky; Trudie Tolles, " To a Wild Rose " by Macdowell; Roger Segure, " Second Mazurka " by God- arcl. A most enjoyable program was rendered Monday, February 25, 1918 by the following members: Helen Reed, " Buona Notte, " Nev- in; Anna Fischer, " Silver Nymphs, " THE TARGET 35 The Orchestra Heins; Florence Biddle, " Acerzo, " Schubert; Helen Gray, " Chant D ' Amour, " Paderewski; Dorothy Bebb, " Berceuse, " Greeg; Valentine McGillycuddy, " Waltz, " Op. 70, Chop- in; Bernice Medlin, " Scarf Dance, " Chaminade; Helen Merchant, " Valse Abaresque " by Lack. The third meeting of the club was held April 25, 1918. The program was as follows: Barbara Roberts, " Avalanche " by Heler; " Gondolier " by Nevin, played by Gertrude Ken- dall; " Adieu to the Piano, " by Beeth- oven played by Florence Bullard; Helen Darch, " Rustle of Spring, " Lending; Ruth Arnold, " Arabesque " by Chaminade; Margaret King, " May Queen " by Goerdeler; Elaine Ram- bo, " Valse Caprice " by Newland; and Ellen Sharpe played " Melody " by Rackinanmoff, which ended the pro- gram very nicely. The Piano Club ' s fourth meeting took place May 16, 1917. Those who played were: Ernest de Reynier, " " Hungarian Dance " by Brahms; Eu- genie Schutt, " Warrior ' s Song, " by Heller; Florence Biddle, " Conzon- itta, " by Hollaendor; Laura Durkee, " Butterflies, " by Terry; Helen Reed, " Idello, " by Lack; Roger Segure, " Chromatic Valse, " by Godard; Richard Dehmel, " Balanalle, " by Wacks. Russell Calhoun ended the program by playing " Waltze " by Tschaikowsky. This delightful pro- gram concluded the Piano Club ' s meetings for this term. 36 THE TARGET ONE OF MANY Little Rence, in a ruined village " somewhere in France, " had seen her crippled father, her mother and two little sisters killed when their cottage fell above them, knocked to pieces by a shell as if it had been a house of blocks. With her aged gradmother and an aunt she fled to the fields, and spent a night of exposure and misery in a driving rain. Before morning the grand- mother was dead and the aunt died pneumonia soon afterwards. ' Renee herself, who had been slightly wounded, became very ill, and when the crisis of her sickness was over she still hovered on the verge of death. She was a dear little girl, and the nurses in the hospital, to which she had been taken were worried about her. But one day there was a distri- bution of gifts and comforts from America and Renee received a doll. It made anpther person of her; the brightness returned to her eyes, the smile to her lips, a flickering color to her thin little cheeks. " You are really better, Renee, " one of the nurses said to her the next day. " I believe that dolly is going to cure you; she is better than doctors or nurses. We shall be jealous. " " But it is quite natural, " explained Renee a little anxiously, for she did not wish to be thought ungrateful. " Everyone has been kind to me, but I did not belong to anyone any more. I thought I had no one in the world, no family at all, and behold! Here is my little daugh- ter! " LILLIE BAXTER. Lettuce raise cane and squash the Kaiser. THE LEAGUE OF MERCY. He was wounded on the battle field, Amid the shot and shell. His comrades fought on bravely, But many, like him, fell. The summer sun blazed pitiless!} ' , He was hot, his lips were parched. But no one saw the wounded man. As on and on they marched. But soon His ear detects a sound, He ' s carried from the field. Oh! with a Red Cross fine as ours, How can the Allies yield ? EVELYN KEEHNER. A FRENCH PLAY. A very amusing comedy " Les Deux Sourds " was given by the members of the high ninth French class. The several characters were so well interpreted that those in the audience who did not under- stand French could apprecite the humorous situations. Those who took part must feel well repaid for their efforts. The twenty dollars taken in will take care of another French orphan for eight months. There are now three orphans for whom the French classes are pro- viding. JUNIOR RED CROSS BENEFITS. The active interest in Junior Red Cross work among our students so far exceeded the funds available for material that plans were made to increase the sum in the treasury by using the dramatic ability of the school. The artistic and financial success of the play " Horatius at the T H E T ARC K T Bridge, " given by Miss Stearns ' Eng- lish class, was so encouraging that very one carried out the sugges- tions enthusiastically. We can always depend upon the director of our musical organizations to assist us. Miss Ellerhorst and the members of the orchestra and band gave generously of their time and talent. During the last week of April a number of girls in the high eighth class presented " The Burglar " for our amusement. The humorous situ- ations were well brought out and the audience enjoyed the half hour of entertainment. A week later, about forty pupils of the low seventh class carried us to " The Opposite End of the World. " The participants interpreted the spirit of the play in a delightful way and showed the possibilities of Red Cross work in a convincing manner. The boys of the low eighth class were determined to prove that their grade had more histrionic skill than any other. Their two farces " The Depot Lunch Counter " and " The Last Rehearsal " furnished real fun for their guests. Through the efforts of those who took part in these plays and also through the loyal support of the students in the audience, the sum of sixty-one dollars and sixty-five cents was added to the treasury. Treasurer ' s Report of the Willard School Junior Red Cross Society. Receipts. Newspaper sale $ 11.15 Membership dues 144.00 Contributions from pupils 14.92 Contributions from others 1.91 Valentine sale 11.02 School entertainment 32.00 Play, " Horatius " 22.60 37 Play, " The Burglar " ..: 18.65 Play, " The Opposite End of the World " 22.63 Play, " The Depot Lunch Counter " and " The Last Re- hearsal " 20.04 Tag sale for the pageant 600.00 $898.92 Expenditures. Yarn and other material $131.60 One-third of membership dues 48.00 One-third of tag sale receipts 200.00 379.60 Balance 519.32 $898.92 The proceeds of the tag sale rep- resents what can be done when a body of people work enthusiastically to accomplish a worthy task. We went over the top by selling one thousand seven hundred more tags than our nearest competitor. The loyal mothers of our pupils turned in nearly forty per cent of the six hundred dollars. Our thanks are due them for the keen interest they took in the campaign. The proceeds of the plays given during the noon hour indicate an average attendance of about four hundred pupils. The balance of over five hundred dollars will be an incentive to all of our Junior Red Cross workers to " carry on " the work of the worthy cause in which they serve. W. B. CLARK. But a Thrift Stamp — buy again, Show the Kaiser Ave back our men. Little beets and turnips Growing in their bed Wrap their rootlets tightly Round the Kaiser ' s head. 38 THE TARGET Spend a nickel the Kaiser you ' ll tickle; Save a dollar, the Kaiser will holler. We save meat and we save wheat And we conserve on the sugar sweet. OUR JUNIOR RED CROSS. The pupils of YVillard School may well take pride in the interest they have shown in the work of the Jun- ior Red Cross. W hile the ' general planning has of necessity, been left to the faculty committee, the re- sponse to suggestions made to the pupils has been most satisfactory. Miss Fisher and Miss Chevret, both report that their difficulty has not been a lack of pupils to make knitted articles, but a lack of ma- terial with which to supply those who wished to work. It is safe to say that the report on articles made represents only a small part of what would have been done, had the necessary supplies been available. Miss Carpenter also reports that she has had calls for materials, to be used outside of school hours, which lack of funds prevented the commit- tee from meeting. There has been, however, at times, opportunity for pupils to do voluntary work in the sewing department, when requests came from Miss Prentis, who is manager of Junior Red Cross activi- ties for all the schools, for more work than the Eighth grade girls could take care of. In such cases the Seventh grade girls, Low Seventh as well as High, have come to the front in offering to help. Several cases of independent effort on the part of individuals or small groups have come to the notice of the faculty. Among these may be mentioned a sweater, contributed by Maurinne Hermann, to be sent, with socks and wristlets, furnished by Miss Farwell, to Harry Attix, a former pupil at the McKinley School, now in France. The same desire to serve was shown by Cornelia Morris, when she turned in $2.00 earned by knitting a sweater, to the Junior Red Cross fund. Late last fall the present H 8 class, now in Room No. 11 establish- ed a penny fund from which to stamp magazines to be sent to soldiers and sailors. Up to date they have stamped and mailed about one hundred and twenty magazines. Several old Yictrola records were offered by Katherine Cole. As they proved to be too valuable to be considered as salvage she added to the number and sent them to a recreation hut at one of the can- tonments, where they are so much desired. Miss Cowley, who is managing salvage sales for us, reports the fol- lowing: " The salvage work of the Junior Red Cross in Willard School started last fall with a newspaper and maga- zine drive from which we netted $11.15. This spring it seemed bet- ter to add our newspapers and maga- zines to the big Red Cross drive, and our contributions were used in this way. Since last year the matter of sal- vage has become increasingly im- portant, and the Senior Red Cross has established a separate depart- ment to handle the work. Through their Salvage Bureau we ' received suggestions of articles to be saved. A list of such articles was posted in each room, and brought a fine re- sponse from the whole school. As a result of this co-operation our Junior Red Cross has been able to turn in three large packages of old kid gloves. We also have on hand about one hundred pounds of THE TARGET 39 tin and lead foil which we have been holding for a sufficient rise in the price. Early in the spring an urgent call was sent out by the Junior Red Cross of Berkeley for clean rags. Willard School responded with a considerable quantity of such sal- vage. The Salvage Bureau of the Senior Red Cross decided to make salvage boards, by which to inform the pub- lic of the various things to be saved. At their request our school under- took to construct a model for such boards to be used throughout this part of the state. Under the direc- tion of Miss Allen, Rogers Parratt made an exhibit board, on which were fastened samples of valuable salvage material all properly labeled. This model has been approved by the Salvage Bureau. A photograph of it has been taken to be sent to various Red Cross Chapters, and several boards modeled from it are to be placed about Berkeley. " Erna Erbe, Rodgers Parratt, Anita Isaacs, Ancel Keys and Conrad Lut- gen have volunteered to make these exhibit salvage boards. In the series of noon hour plays given by pupils in the French de- partment, and members of the Seventh and Eighth grades, was evi- denced a genuine desire to be of service, not only on the part of the actual performers, but on the part of members of the Student Com- mittee, who were glad to bring these plays to the notice of the various class room groups, either by direct announcement, or by contributing printed posters, or hand made pos- ters. Plans are now being made for continuing our work during vacation. Several members of the faculty have already offered to give assistance to pupils who wish it, and, if the same spirit continues, there will be no break in our active work. Thanks to the May Pageant, we may count our financial support for the coming year, sufficient to pro- vide for all calls, even to the extent of making it possible for every pu- pil, through the Junior Red Cross chaannel to be an active helper in the great " world welfare " cause. Report of Junior Red Cross Com- mittee on knitted articles and gar- ments made from cloth, January to June, 1918: Soldier knitting: Sweaters, 11; scarfs, 20; wristlets, 6; helmets, 11; socks, 30 pair. General knitting: Blanket squares, fourteen. Articles for children: Bootees, 20 pair; bonnets, 24; sweaters, 20; caps, 24; scarfs, 26; baby shawl, 1; bed socks, 1; jackets, 2; blankets, 42. Garments made from cloth: Baby shirts, (flannel), 45; baby shirts, (cloth), 24; capes and hoods, 15; dresses, 41; jackets, 15; bootees, 30; blankets, 42; chemise, 30; shawls (for women), 20; petticoats and waists, 25; all-over-apron, 8; hand towels, 24; patch work quilt, 1. SERVICE. Of all the many things that hu- mans daily eat, It ' s bread and other things made mostly out of wheat. So you ' ll do a splendid service which no one can dispute When wheat foods you cut out and potatoes substitute. SHELDON COOPER. 40 THE TARGET THE WAR IN OUR MIDST. A Bomb — John Fiske, occasion- ally bursting to let out a correct English answer. A Tank — William Reiber, slowly but surely crawling to the land of sleep during recitations. A Submarine — Erato Dehmel, working havoc among all correct algebra examples. Earl Sanford — making History in- teresting by his famous daily gas at- tacks. was the Mr. Beardsley: " What religion of the Pilgrims? " Ernest De Reynier: " Merchants. ' Mr. Beardsley: " What natural barrier stopped Frederick Barbarossa from crossing into Italy? " Catherine Burke: " Oh! It was the Pope. " Mr. Beardsley: " The Scots settled Ireland, the Picts, Scotland, and who settled England? " Helen Heavy: " The shovels, I guess. " Anita Isaacs: " The Chinese built the wall to keep out the tartans " (Tartars). ATTACKS ON UNFORTIFIED DOMES. W hen you have been sent out of the room and you see Mr. Clark coming. When you get up to recite and Erato Delmel grins at you. When you hear the buzzer and you ' re in the midst of an examina- tion. When you drop a crumb. Louise Blake, rushing wildly around: " Oh, where is she? " Laura Durkee: " Who? " Louise Blake: " Ursula ' s lunch. " Louise Blake in Algebra: " Miss Harris, after we get the answer to the third, shall we work it any farther? " Malcolm Stratton, reading the " Odyssey: " " As they who hold open the sky " (meaning as they who hold the open sky). Miss Farwell: " How do you translate the present passive infini- tive of ' teach ' ? " Evelyn Holcomb: " To be teach- ed. " THE TARGET 4i Jiro Uchiyama, reading- in L9 English: " That wild marauding cheese " (chief). Mary Parham, translating Latin: " Marcus saw the moon and stars in his dinner. Anna McLaughlin: " What chap- ter of the ' Odyssey ' are you read- ing? " Mildred Bain: " The tenth. " Anna McLaughlin: " Just wait ' till you get to Hades. " Seen on Zella ' s composition pa- per — - " I can do my bit by keeping the collars flying. " William Walton: " It was bad enough to be in the show this after- noon, but my ma ' s here tonight. " Harold Milnes, translating Latin: " The sailors were dying on the is- land in order that they might catch fish " (meaning delaying). Lillian St. John- in Latin: " The enemy will be on the point of burn- ing the sea. " Mr. Beardsley: " Why was astron- omy and not philosophy practiced by the ancient Babylonians? " Carol Parratt: " Because the land was flat. " Teacher: " Dick, what is an aque- duct? " Dick Cleverdon: " It ' s a thing to batter down walks. " Doris Bridge translating Latin: " I saw Claudia ' s star under the cook ' s basket. " Jean Dupont, going into the Em- porium, " Oh, let ' s go up the Aes- culapius " (escalator). Anita Isaacs in yard: " Everything looks so black after you ' ve been sitting on your stomach a long time reading. " Miss Vassaide in H 9 French: " What did you study for today, Hu- bert? " Hubert Kenny: " I wrote those questions orally. " Miss Fisher: " How would you feel toward the boy who wouldn ' t let you sit on the fence that divided your yards? " Ned Maher: " I ' d feel sorry for him. " Little boy to Louise Blake: " Are you studying Classy Mitts? " (Classic Myths). Daniel Nutting: " Clear the train, the tracks are coming. " Mr. Beardsley: " St. Frances put wood ashes in his food. Now, why did he do it? " Paul Barnes: " He was Hoover- izing. " Paul Albert, phoning to butcher: Have you any hair (hare) left? " Lorna Doughty: " I have a hole in my stocking, darn it. " Theresa Chambers: " You ' d bet- ter. " Mr. Beardsley: " Give a descrip- tion of the capture of Jerusalem in 1099. " Dorothy Belle: " It was in the spring. " 42 THE TARGET Dorothy Sargeant in History: " They were cursing along the coast " (cruising). Georgia Smith, translating Latin: " Today we went into the woods to see the white bear ' s maidservant. " Trammell Rutherford: " We en- countered a wildcat surrounded by her puppies. " Russell Calhoun: " Gargantua was a rabbit with a big mouth. " HOSPITAL NOTES. Mr. William Walton will teach, upon request, the art of laughing and growing fat. William Reiber is in charge of all the rest cure cases. Richard Dehmel will give free in- struction on how to use a desk for a bed, thus saving a needless expense. For the benefit of the conva- lescing, Mr. Lawton Butler will show how to listen to the History and do Algebra at the same time. CAMOUFLAGE. Henriette Zabel: " I can ' t recite, I was absent last Tuesday. Marion J. Smith: " I flunked in spelling Friday because I didn ' t get time to study it. " Miss Fisher: " Norwood, why didn ' t you do your work? " Norwood Nichols: " Because I thoug ht we were to look it over and do it orally in class. Henriette Zabel: " I can spell it but I can ' t pronounce it. " Erato Dehmel: " Ha-ha, he-he, etc. " Robert Dunn: " I almost put that, but I didn ' t. " Catherine Burke: " Oh, I forgot it, I ' ll bring it tomorrow. " Henriette Zabel: " Please just let me see your paper for a minute. — I was absent. " Miss Smith: " John, put away your knitting. " John Bogle: " Oh, just let me finish this row. " Laura Durkee: " I could do better in Latin if I wanted to. " Donald Gubser: " Someone was making so much noise. that I didn ' t hear the question. " Miss Vassaide: " How long did you study your lesson? " Martha Hanna: " I didn ' t look at the clock. " Curtis Wright: " I had a headache when Miss Harris gave us the test. " Emily Brown in History, after someone else has answered the ques- tion: " Oh, I knew that. " Mr. Beardsley: " Tell us some- thing about Philip of Macedon. " Dorothy Belle Tusch: " I can ' t tell you about Philip but I ' ll tell you about Alexander. " Elma Auze: " I know it but I can ' t explain it. " ' THE TARGET 43 Miss Chevret, thanking children for money, brought for war orphans; " I thank you for your five senses " (cents). Conrad Lutgen: " Now, if I only knew where that ball was I could find it. " Miss Ellerhorst: " You held your paws (pause). Miss Atkinson: " North, you ' re fading away. " Evelyn Keehner: " Once we had a mother pig who had eight little pigs and twice she ate them up. " Miss Christy: " Where did Circe tell Odysseus to go? " Gladys Ingalls: " She told him to go to Hades. " Mr. Beardsley: " What kind of people would be found in the cloister of an 11th century monas- tery? " Helen Reed: " Organ grinders with monkeys. " Erskine Fullerton: " I saw a blackbird with red tips on its fingers " (wings). Gene Mclntyre looking at a pic- true of Mt. Fujiyama: " Oh look at Mt. Fujiminy. " Grace Foster: " There was a row of empty children (chairs) beside me. " Lawton Butler: " I know because I heard it with my own eyes. " George Gaw in H 10 Latin: " The Germans all held their shields above their heads and stepped on them. " CASUALTY LIST. Jean Dupont ate some German measle germs. And we though she was French. Teddy Agnew — Fell on his head. Hasn ' t quite recovered. Fred Byers — Suffering from Alge- bra. Clifton Agnew — Hit on the head with a Yi centimeter. Knocked into a thousand pieces (we mean the shell). John Burger — Has the all-fours. Theodore Soo-Hbo — Still buried alive ' neath a mound of books. Isabel Cooper — Still thinks she is sailing through the air on Pegasus. Food for the cannon — Marion J. Smith ' s curls. Counter Attack — When you have a substitute in history and she gives you a test. Deed of daring — When you guess at a definition in English. Hawthorne Grady in H 10 Latin: " There they threw up a great multi- tude of men. " Substitute: " Was Joshua here this morning? " meaning Yoshi. Substitute: " Who sits in that seat? " Marion Smith: " Morris Richard- son. " Substitute: " Is she at the piano club? " Dorothy Ritchie, translating Latin: " They led out the provisions " (troops). 44 THE TARGET Glory Haley, watching a man pass down the street with baby: " Oh, is that the baby ' s husband? " (father). Paul Albert, speaking of Ancel Keys: " He ' s my bosom enemy. " Finette Kelt}-, reading: " The cows (crows) are building nests on the piazza. " Gertrude Kendall: " Don ' t make me laugh, you ' ll make me swallow my gums. " Gertrude Kendall: " I wish I had a permanent chin " (prominent). Miss Allen in Drawing (speaking of Mary Parham ' s head) : " Notice how it foreshortens, just like a block. " Miss Farwell: " How did Caesar dress? " Erato Dehmel: " Well, he had a bald spot on top of his head and tried to cover it up with hair. " Mr. Beardsley: " What did they practice on? " Dewey Chevalier: " Dummies. " Mr. Beardsley: " Who were they? " Dewey Chevalier: " Their oppon- ents. " — Morris Richardson in H 9 Eng- lish: " Elpenor was lying upstairs, drunk, and he couldn ' t find the way down, so he fell out of the window. " Miss Christy: " By what name did Celia call herself in the forest? " Paul Barnes: " A lion " (Aliena). John Gibbs in History beginning to read copy of a letter written to Washington: " To George Washing- ton especially " (Esq). Frances Seymour: " Marrow is in the bones. " Miss Smith: " Especially in what bones? " Frances: " Soup bones. " Miss Vassaide in French: " Who tells the story that we are studying? " Raymond White: " An old fife " (fifer). Chester Winningstad: " With ach- ing hearts I strewed the meal. " Eugenie Schutt: " Straight home to Aegis — bearing juice they went " (meaning Zeus). Miss Harris: " What war work are you interested in? " Fred Byers: " German defeats. " Miss Atkinson in H 10 Latin: " What takes the place of cavalry now? " Carroll Steiner: " Tanks. " Erskine Fullerton in History: " One of the Greek philosophers was Dio- genes the sink " (cynic). Air. Beardsle}-: " Who was Scor- ates ' pupil? " Mariam Winfree: " Pluto " (Plato). Paul Albert: " Six cracks on the head for Roger Seguire. " Scott McKendree: " You can break your hand if you want to. " Mr. Beardsley: " What did the nobles have to eat? " Paul Barnes: " Oh, they had min- strels and jesters. " 1

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