Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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orest Fancies MARGARET was on her way to the Great Forest with the Martins. They whirled along the shady road chatting occasionally, but when they came to the Great Forest they were awed into silence by the grand old guards that had stood for centuries. My, almost whispered Margaret, as they softly sped over the thick carpet of pine needles, my, I would hate to get lost in here. Why, Peggy, exclaimed Merry Jeanne, with a laugh, all you would have to do would be to ask Pan to help you. Don ' t you remember what Miss Riley was telling us about yesterday? Yes, indeed, I do remember, but I do not think I will have to follow your suggestion. How dark it is getting as the trees grow thicker. They went on a little farther into the gradually darkening forest, and then stopped to picnic. After lunch the two girls wandered off and were soon swallowed up by the trees. Oh, Peggy, exclaimed Jeanne, after they had walked some dis- tance, I left my watch with the lunch and it may be thrown away. I must get it! Just go on. I will catch up with you, and she darted away. On and on Margaret rambled, forgetting where she was, so deep was she in her thoughts. Finally, she came to herself with a start, and looking at her watch, exclaimed, Why, she has been gone half an hour, and I didn ' t know it. I had better hurry back, it must be time to start home, and she hurried off in the direction she thought she had come. After half an hour of wandering, completely dazed, she at last sat down, and leaning her head against a tree, closed her eyes wearily. The next instant she started up in surprise. Why, where does that exquisite music come from? she thought. Looking through the trees, she saw the queerest object she had ever laid eyes on — a creature, half man, half goat, dressed in a skin, sat with his legs crossed on a stump, playing on reed pipes. His shaggy bearded countenance looked somewhat familiar. It ' s Pan himself, she whispered, half delighted, half frightened. Indeed, it is Pan, answered that person, removing his pipes to answer her. Won ' t you come and listen to my music? Then he turned, and putting his pipes to his hps, played such exquisite music that even the birds ceased their singing to listen, and at once, from all sides, came floating nymphs and dryads. They came in groups, dancing and swaying, graceful and slender, like flowers in the breeze. F

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investigate the mysterious house, out of whose chimney black smoke was always issuing. At last the time came when no smoke came from the chimney and no lights could be seen in the basement. Next Wednesday the wagon came but returned unemptied, through the village. The postmaster then summoned the London bobbies, who immediately broke in the cellar door. The first thing they saw was the dead body of the old man lying across the prostrate form of a black cat. In the m:ddle of the room was a great clay furnace and back of it were great piles of coffin-like boxes. One or two were broken open, which explained the sounds of splintering wood. Half dragged out of these boxes were forms of what seemed to be dead cats. On all sides of the room were deep recesses which were filled with all kinds and sizes of vases. The old man ' s diary told of the unearth:ng of mummified cats in Egypt. After investigation he had learned that mummified bodies would make a terrific heat when put into a fire. He immediately made arrangements with a museum expedition to send four hundred cats to the house on the moor. He had a new device with which he expected to manufacture a wonderful glaze finish vase. The last few sentences in the diary explained the tragedy: This is my one hundred and fifty-first experiment. If it fails I shall not survive the shock. ... I open the door — . In front of the furnace was a broken vase that had evidently fallen from a nearby shelf. It might have fallen from the furnace door, but this was not the case. Inside the furnace was a rich and expensive vase that was covered with a marvelous glaze worth thousands of pounds. JACK BOEGLE. THE HIGH SCHOOL MAID With a pile of books and a bag of lunch, And a look of Who ' s afraid? She starts away quite early, This little high school maid. With a nod and a smile for everyone, And a hearty shake of the hand. She trudges along quite gaily, This lass of the high school land. ALICE HALL.

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Now, when he had finished, I have played for you, and my little playfellows will help you find your friends. The lovely nymphs crowded about her, and taking her hands, seemed to lead her, calling in soft and sweet persuading tones. She stumbled, and sitting up, found Jeanne shaking her and crying, Peggy! Peggy! in her ear, and there stood Mr. Martin, looking anxiously at her. Come, Jeanne and Mar- garet, he said, we must start back, or your mother will think we kidnaped you. When they were in the machine on the way home, she whispered in Jeanne ' s ear: Oh, Jean, I saw Pan and all of the nymphs and dryads. I wish you could have been with me and seen that all was true that Miss Rily told us about Pan and his music. ELIZABETH BIGGERSTAFF. THE CACTUS PLANTS PEDRO, a little Mexican boy, lived in the desert country of Southern California. His home was m a little two-room hut up a small canyon. It was several miles to the nearest school, so Pedro always rode a donkey. Now, both had bad tempers, Pedro ' s perhaps the most violent. This was a bad combination. One hot afternoon in early fall, when the two were slowly return- ing from school, the Mexican boy seemed especially irritable. It had been a bad day at school for him, and his donkey would not go fast enough to suit. After withstanding several blows, the enraged animal lifted up his hind legs and consequently, poor Pedro was flung into the air. He landed in a patch of prickly cactus. His donkey started off towards home, which luckily, was not far away. As it was fall, the beautiful creamy-yellow cactus flowers were in full bloom. The blossoms on this group of plants seemed to be larger and more satiny than any of the others. Taking no notice of this, Pedro, in his anger, took a stick and beat the bushes all to pieces. He little thought of the damage he was creating. The cactus bushes, being the only ones in that vicinity, were a shelter to many little animals. Thinking the bushes were beaten sufficiently, Pedro sat down to pick the stickers from his trousers. Suddenly, he noticed something kicking. It was a poor little rabbit that he had unkowingly injured with his stick. Pedro lifted the little animal into his arms and started for home. When they arrived, Pedro put the rabbit m a box and fed it.