Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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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I won ' t, replied Peggy, her fiery nature aroused again. Back and forth the battle raged for quite a while, Peggy pleading the kitten ' s cause and Miss Preston loudly declaring it a pest. Tired out, Miss Preston finally said, if you ' ll eat prunes, I ' ll let you keep it. Peggy struggled between her love for the kitten and her hatred for prunes. At last she feebly guessed she could eat prunes. Miss Preston departed wearing a victorious smile. The kitten curled up in its new mistress ' lap and went to sleep. ELEANOR WELLS. THE PINTO PONY SITUATED in a large horseshoe bend of the Yellowstone River is Pompey ' s Pillar, a rocky formation, which rises from the river bottom. On one side of the bend was a slough in what had been the old river bed. Toward the north and a little to one side rose the bad land bluffs from fifty to one hundred feet. The rest of the bend was prairie, dotted here and there with sage brush and clumps of wild grass. It was in this bend that two companies of cavalry, under the com- mand of Captain Baker, had made camp in the late spring of 1 877. It was a year after Custer ' s Last Stand, and the people in that section ot the country were afraid of Indian raids. The wagon trains were at this time bringing provisions to the many mining towns and these must be pro- tected. So the cavalry were out scouting the country. Early one morning the pickets came running into camp with word that the Indians were coming. Instantly every man in camp was astir. The horses were driven among the cottonwood trees that followed the bank inside the bend, for protection against bullets and stampede. The soldiers lay down in the slough With their guns by their side, ready for instant action. Then above the bluffs the Indians appeared, creeping from bush to boulder and firing down on the soldiers. As the fight progressed, the Indians grew bolder. To be brave is part of the Indian ' s religion and the Crow Ind ans were very brave. On their ponies they would come at full gallop down the line of solders for a half or three-quarters of a mile, yelling and waving their war bonnets and guns, then they would disappear behind the bluffs. One Indian, in particular, the white men noticed. He was a finely built brave riding a pinto pony. Twice he had