Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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Saved by a Mountain Lion ONE morning in their spring vacation Tom and Bill started on a hike. They had just come from the city to visit their uncle ' s ranch in the mountains, so this was their first hike. The trail they took was an old lumber road. Nobody ever used this road except occasionally to hunt, or to look for stray cattle. The boys had gone quite a way when suddenly Bill stopped, and exclaimed, What was that noise? I didn ' t hear anything unusual, said Tom. No? I heard something. Listen, said Bill. As the boys rounded a corner they saw, to their surprise and delight, two little bear cubs playing. The cubs would cuff each other and tumble over each other and yet hardly hurt themselves at all. The boys crept closer and closer, not seeing the mother bear, who was very anxious about her cubs. As soon as she saw them she started to chase them. She chased them until they were about ready to drop from exhaustion, when all at once one of her cubs gave a cry of distress. The bear immediately left the boys and ran to see what the matter was. A large mountain lion was about to spring on one of the cubs. Suddenly a large meteorite made of fur, claws and teeth landed on the back of the astonished lion. A long, hard fight ensued, in which the mother bear finally won. The boys, however, did not stay to see the fight, and it was a pair of tired, scared boys who reached home that night. STUART GRINNELL. UNDER THE SUMMER SKY How blithely the father sings ! As softly the brook does run ; What has the mother under her wings, As she sits in the summer sun? Oh, hush ! See what appears, As father spreads his wings to fly ! The fuzzy heads of five little dears Under the summer sky. ELEANOR CORBETT.

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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.

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A Visit to the Underworld THE old naturalist left his cabin and strolled leisurely along a well- worn path. For twenty years he had lived in seclusion except for his faithful dog, Dannie. He amused himself by reading, catching rare butterflies and by playing the flute, upon which he was quite expert. Saunter-ng along, he arrived at a small cove where, at one side, was the opening of a large cave. Throwing h;mself down upon the grass, the naturalist opened his book and began to read. Thunderbolts are caused by two different clouds colliding, he repeated to himself. Dannie hear- ing his master ' s voice, wagged his ta:l and laid himself at the side of his master. It seems a pity, continued the naturalist, that men at one time believed gods caused them. The naturalist laid his book down and began studying the scenery around h:m. Suddenly he saw a dark shadow hovering about the mouth of the cave. Then the dark mass assumed its form and the naturalist recognized his old enemy — Death! The old natuarlist tried to escape but Death pursued. The naturalist ' s dog stared in bewilderment at his master ' s strange actions. Finally, the naturalist gave in and turned to follow his conqueror. Death led the way, the naturalist following. Through the mouth of the cave they went. The naturalist, looking back, saw his dog stand- ing at the mouth of the cave whining for him. He paused on the way, but Death tapped on his shoulder, so taking a last look at his faithful dog, the naturalist turned and continued his journey. Far into the caves he traveled, never stopping to eat or drink. Suddenly he saw a light far in the distance. Ah, said the old naturalist, at last we have come to the opening. But when he had gone a way he found it was only the brilliant rubies, sapphires and diamonds of Proserpine ' s robes. Finally he was in the presence of Pluto and Proserpine themselves. Then Death spoke. Your Majesty, King of the Underworld, I have brought you here a mortal who dares to say that the thunderbolts are not made by his majesty, Jupiter, ruler of Heaven and earth. Pluto pointed to the naturalist and demanded, And what have you to say, you impudent mortal? The naturalist answered with a quavering voice, Well, your Honor, you see I always understood that thunder was caused by two clouds colliding. What! exclaimed Pluto. This is too much, such ignorance. Don ' t you know that immortals use the cloud form to conceal themselves while fighting? Then Jupiter uses the lightning to find the fighters and the thunderbolt to stop the fight. Now, I ' ll give you just time enough