Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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to learn something before I call you here for good. Getting up from his throne, Pluto poked the naturalist with his trident, yelling, Return to earth, mortal, and for Hades ' sake learn something before you come here again. The naturalist, seeing his chance of returning to the earth, and prompted by Pluto ' s poke, made a dash for the way to earth. The way seemed longer and colder, so the naturalist lay down to rest, but fell asleep. Upon waking up he found himself in the cove, where darkness had already fallen. RUTH C. MILLER. INNOCENTS ABROAD TO-MORROW was Muster Day and my great grandfather had prom- ised to take Isaac, the oldest of his twelve children, to the village where the Minute Men assembled to tram. Isaac, very much excited, called his two little brothers, Andrew, aged 3, and Albert, aged 2, and told them that if they went to the top of a little knoll, about a mile away, they could hear the music and the cannon. About four o ' clock the following morning, Andrew woke little Albert and the two babies started out. After trudging along in the cold for an hour they reached the knoll. The sound of music was so fascinating that Andrew, taking his brother by the hand, began to walk in the direc- tion of the village. Along about noon, two little figures appeared in the square where the drilling was going on. One was dressed in his little nightgown, dyed with smart-weed, and the other in his everyday clothes. A farmer, strolling past, noticed Andrew and said, Well, if those ain ' t Prescot Young ' s babies. Come here, I ' ll take you to yer daddy. Their father was very much surprised to see his youngsters at the muster and readily gave his consent when the farmer offered to take them home. At length the tired children arrived at the farm, to the joy of their poor mother who had been hunting them all day. She gave Andrew a spanking and Albert some bread and milk. BARBARA YOUNG.

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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

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A Compromise ¥ WON ' T! I won ' t! I won ' t! screamed Peggy, emphasizing each 1 won ' t with the stamp of her foot. Peggy ' s ancestors were from Ireland, and Peggy inherited a temper which the orphan asylum only made worse. You will, replied Miss Preston, tersely. I won ' t, replied Peggy, looking at her with blazing eyes and her two braids sticking out obstinately in different directions. You will go up to your room without any supper. I shall come up later to see if you have changed your mind. Go. Peggy went — as far as the door — then turned around. I ' ll never eat another prune, so there, and she stamped up the stairs into her room. I won ' t! I won ' t! she cried, throwing herself on the bed and punching the pillow at each outburst. The only response was a faint meow. Peggy giggled hysterically. I do declare, she said, I forgot all about you. Come here. The cat came, but not of its own accord, for Peggy pulled it out by one leg. The cat, however, was nothing of beauty, as one ear was gone and its color was white, or maybe, gray; it was such a dirty creature, no one could tell. Thump ! Thump ! Thump ! Some one was coming up the stairs. The cat immediately disappeared into the waste basket, which was the nearest thing at hand, and was covered by an old dust cloth that should have been used to better advantage. The matron appeared at the door. Peggy had expected Miss Preston to come. Well! exclaimed Miss Preston. Peggy said nothing. There was silence for a few minutes. Miss Preston glanced around the room; dust met her eye everywhere. At last her glance traveled to the waste basket. Here, she said, grabbing the cloth, take this — and — her voice trailed off as she spied the kitten. Where did you get that creature? she inquired. That creature rubbed against her in the most sociable manner. Found him, replied Peggy, promptly. Where? Miss Preston was stern. In the alley back of the barn. Take it away anywhere. Get rid of it. It is a pest, commanded Miss Preston, and a lecture on cats followed.