Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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Billie ' s Golden City BILLI E sat curled up in grandfather ' s big chair, in front of the fire- place, reading from his new story book of the princess and the dragon. How he wished some beautiful fairy would come to h.m and take him to visit wonderland. He wished not in vain, for out of the bright flame appeared a wonderful fairy with long golden hair and so radiant that it almost hurt Billie s eyes to look at her. Her dress was of flame color and she had large beautifully colored wings. Billie, she said, what do you want? Where do you want to go? You have been such a good boy, I will repay you by taking you wherever you would like to go. Her voice was so sweet and mellow that Billie v anted to hear her talk. Oh, said Billie, take me to wonderland to see the little elves and all the pretty things. The next moment he found himself with the fairy in a large city. The gates were of shining gold and shone radiantly. Billie and the fairy entered. The streets were of pure gold and every- thing was shining with diamonds and precious stones. The fairy took him to the palace of this wonderful city and the sight was so magnificent that he could hardly believe his eyes. The castle was as large as two city blocks. Billie entered and was taken to see the king of this wonderland. The king received him hospitably and told him about his wonderful city. He said, Our city is run by love and justice, we have but one law and that is love. Everyone knows the other and helps the other. Oh, cr ed Billie, May I live here? Well, said the king, down where you live is some wonderful trailing arbutus and before anyone can live in this city he must bring some- thing which will benefit or beautify it. This arbutus is way out on the edge of a forest and on the brink of a great precipice. If you can get this you will be justly awarded and be one of us. Billie was overjoyed and said, I will try, and he found himself back in his own land. Immediate- ly he began his search. Far out into the great forest he wandered. Through the great woods he followed the paths until he came to a great precipice and there, quite a way down, he sa w this wonderful arbutus. Oh, I can get that, said Billie, and so he tied a rope around his waist and then securely fastened the other to a tree near by. Just as he was about to grab the large bush of arbutus, he noticed that right in the center of it was a nest of beautifully colored eggs, and then he saw a bird above who seemed to be in deep distress. Billie stopped. This was the bird ' s nest; he couldn ' t take it. No, said Billie, I would love to go to that wonderful city but I can ' t spoil the nest. He pulled himself up, with great tears in his eyes and tried hard to be contented. Just then the fairy

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The Legend of the Three Hills THERE are three hills near the walls of the Alhambra. These h lis were enchanted by a Moorish wizard, who gave the charm, a piece of Moorish money, to the last Moorish king. He must have lost it in his hurried flight from the Alhambra, for although legends told of its magic power, and many people searched for it, never had it been seen. One day Pedro Gill, Son of the Alhambra, was loitering in the garden below the town of Comares, when his eye was attracted by the glitter of some object on the ground under an orange tree. Picking it up and examining it curiously, he found it to be an old Moorish coin. Pedro put the strange money in his pocket. Late that night, returning from Granada, he was about to enter the gate of the Alhambra, when he saw a beautiful Moorish princess. He was surprised and frightened to see her. She told him not to be afraid, but to bring his cart and follow her, and that the coin he had found that day would bring him great riches. But you must not speak a word, for the moment you speak, the charm will be broken, she said. He followed her to the first hill. She waved her hand and a great door opened. Enter, she said, and take all you can carry in one trip. He saw three chests filled with gold. Taking the largest chest, he placed it in the cart. He then followed the Princess to the second hill. She waved her hand again. Enter, she said, and take all you can carry out at one time. He filled his pockets with the jewels and took the largest sack, and put it in his cart. Now follow me to the last and largest hill, and here you may take all the gold and jewels the hill contains, and they are more valuable than the other two put together. She waved her wand, and the huge door opened. The room was filled with the most wonderful jewels, with sacks and chests of gold and silver. When Pedro saw them he cried out, Moorish jewels! Moorish gold! The great door closed. The Princess vanished, and Pedro found himself standing alone just outside the wall of the Alhambra. He thought at first that he had been dreaming, but turning, beheld his cart with the chest and sack of gold and jewels. Rejoicing, he quickly made his way home, and from that night lived a life of leisure, no longer Pedro the Ragged, but Pedro the Rich. BOUCHER SNYDER.

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appeared and said, Well done, you have earned a home in our city. Your sacrifice has been sufficient, your love has proved true enough, and your heart is kind enough to be one of us. Billy was overjoyed. He had been put to a test and passed. His conscience was greater than his wishes, and by thinking more of others than himself he had gamed his long looked-for hope. As Billie stood in utter amazement and bewilderment, the sky opened, and there he saw his wonderful city as the lights flashed, and, lo and behold, he had been dreaming and the crackle of the bright fire in front had awakened him. Billie sat and wondered. What a wonderful dream! And how true it was. If he lived entirely for others while on this great earth, he could be- come a citizen in God ' s wonderful city, which was founded on love and peace. Is it worth it? thought Billie. Oh yes, a hundred times yes. Just think, to be able to live in the Great Golden City, all could be his for mere obedience and love and Willingness to do for others. BRUCE GEORGE. A SEAGULL If I had choice of bird or beast A seagull I would be, On worms and starfish I would feast, And I ' d float upon the sea. I ' d sit upon the dock and sun My feathers clean and neat, I would not like the folks who come And scared me from my seat. In the morning on the sea, On the rolloing waves I ' d rock, And when at last I tired would be I ' d find some wharf or dock. If I had choice of bird or beast A seagull I would be, On worms and starfish I would feast Instead of cake or tea. DORIS ROBRECHT.