Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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A PRINCE THERE WAS Long ago, the minstrel sang, A prince rode out to war; And did great deeds, as I have heard, That ne ' er have been before. He rode far up the dales and down, Upon a great white horse A.nd finally came upon a town, And burst right in by force. And there he found a beauteous maid, With hair as fair as gold; And she upon his neck did fall, And him her story told. And after he had rescued her And taken her to his home, He married her on Christmas Day, Her gown was just like foam. BARBARA KIERULFF. FARM AFFAIRS IT WAS nearing twilight and the large red sun, as it slowly disappeared behind the horizon, changed into many queer and gaudy shapes and forms. Silhouetted on the brink of a low hill, among the waving wheat, which tossed about like a restless sea with each little breath of wind, stood Manual. Manual was the hired farm hand on the Canfield ' s ranch, and owing to his great strength, could do the work of three men. He gazed over the vast fertile valley thoughtfully for a moment and then descended. Follow- ing close behind him with drooping heads and scraggly manes and tails, which waved in the breeze, paced Bessy and Dan. Bessy and Dan were the two large work horses on the farm. Both seemed tired and hungry from a hard day ' s hay bucking, and longed for a good refreshing roll on the soft turf in the corral before retiring. As Manual came sauntering along, whistling the popular tune of that time, We, we Marie, which he often played at the town dances on his harmonica, he was stopped by May Rupe, the red-haired cook, whose pies Manual was always ready to eat.

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manager, Mr. Hayden, informed us that the horse had lived the earlier part of his life on the Arabian desert. Wildfire, so named because of his unusal fleetness, was slenderly built. His small hoofs and tapering legs carried him over the ground with marvelous speed. Large intelligent eyes were set widely apart in his spirited head. His massive neck was arched gracefully. A long, silken mane flowed down upon his shoulder, adding to his beauty. At my first opportunity I went up to Wildfire to make friends with him. I saw from his actions that he was gentle, notwithstanding his noticeable spirit. When I advanced to pat him on his glistening coat he made no attempt to jerk back upon his halter-rope, but leaned toward me and rubbed his nose upon my shoulder in a thoroughly friendly manner. I had candy in my pocket and offered him a piece. He took it from the palm of my hand daintily. After eating it, he stretched his upper lip high above his teeth, causing it to quiver, as if in appreciation of my sweets. I imagined he was taking this horse-fashion of thanking me. All too soon I had to leave him. When I turned away Wildfire whinnied a soft goodbye, regretfully, I thought. But his regret could not have been half so great as mine. A lump came to my throat as I parted with this beautiful and gentle-mannered fellow, the handsomest horse I have ever seen. MARGARET THOMAS. ARROW, MY PONY I HAVE a pony, and his name is Arrow. The reason I named him Arrow is because he is as sharp as an arrow. I mean to say, he is very bright. Every morning, after breakfast, we go out into the yard and have school together. That sounds strange, but it is true. First I say A, and he stands up on his hind legs; that means the letter A. I say B, he turns around; C, he paws the ground three times; for D he shows his teeth; for E he lays his ears flat down on his head; for F he lifts up one little hoof and I shake hands (and hoofs) with him; G, he runs, jumps over a fence and is back again with me; for H he lies down on the ground for one minute; at I he runs up to me, I get him, and we go for a little ride. That is as far as I have taught him. But we intend to master the whole alphabet and then seek more to conquer. MARY BURG.

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She looked upon the powerful form and handsome features of Manual and exclaimed in surprise, Why, Manual Dutro, do ya realize that yer all cut and bruised up. No doubt ya have upset the hay wagon again, and set the Mrs. back another fifty for repairs. Come with me and I ' ll fix ya all up honkey dory, if ya stop that dern whistlin ' . Aw, May, responded Manual in a husky voice, I ain ' t hurt. Bessy wanted to go one way and Dan the other as I was about to cross Straw bridge, and the result was — in the ditch. Most of the hay went one me and a pitch fork insisted on taking a hunk out of my shoulder, as you see. I thing I ' ll pull thru all right, though. That is, if, if — er, you know, those pies you made this morning, May. CURTIS BALL. FLOWERETS See the pretty little flowerets Springing from their seed, See the dainty little dewdrops On their queer-shaped leaves. See the beautiful rainbow colors, So loving and yet so pale, Smell their rich, rich fragrance, Which floats from hill to dale. Pretty little flowerets, It ' s time you were in bed; Close your dainty little cups And bow your little heads, Shut in your glorious color Until another day, And keep your wondrous perfume From vanishing away. MAR JOR1E MITCHELL.