Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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at the florist’s on his way home and bought some red roses for his mother. It was late but he knew they wouldn’t miss him. They would be relieved because he wasn’t there. At last he reached home and walked in. One of his long legs came in contact with the leg of a chair. He recovered himself quickly, and, stepping over to his father’s place, gave him the money he had received from him that morning. He said in a low voice, “I worked today, father, and I am able to return my allowance to you. It is all right, isn’t it?” James turned and ran upstairs. Arriving at his mother’s room he pushed the door open. She started at the forlorn figure standing there holding an armful of roses. She held out her arms. In a minute he was in them sobbing and kissing her, forgetting his dirty hands and uninteresting age. After a long si lence he looked up and said, “It doesn’t matter what people say as long as I have you, mother.” PIERCE HUSSEY. SPRING’S ADVENT The fruit trees all in blossom. The flowers in their bloom. Both say that spring is coming Though without blast or boom. Yet what a change already! The young leaves now appear, And green grass crowns the hilltops — Tis a beautiful time of year. In the blue sky there’s sunshine, Where rain clouds used to be. Even dull, dreary winter thoughts Are changed by spring, you see. “And now,” chirp all the little birds. Who have just come up our way, “We all will be very busy Building our nests each day.” ANONA PICKARD.

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The Uninteresting Age thirteen. You know AMES is at such an uninteresting age they’re men. It’s too bad, isn’t it?” ‘‘My brother is just the same age as James. He’s uninteresting and always in the way,” his sister’s companion answered. James sat on the back step and a deep red flush tinted his face. The answer of his sister’s companion had killed a budding romance that had lately entered his heart. He rose and walked down the path to the street. The words of his sister’s companion came as a climax to an already unhappy week, and mother, his real friend, was sick. He kicked a pebble viciously. Today was Saturday, play day and cake day, when mother was well. That morning he had entered the kitchen and asked Mary when the cake would be done. She had mut- tered something about kids always being ready to eat. Then he had met brother Fred for whom he had a great feeling of admiration. “Hello, sonny,” Fred’s greeting had been. He tried to laugh it off but a small lump in his throat stopped him. Next, he met his father and asked for his weekly wage. His father gave him the money and then said, “Hurry and grow up so you can earn your own money.” He had gone out on the back step when the utterance of his hister’s companion had reached his ear. “Uninteresting.” “I wonder when a fellow becomes uninteresting?” he mused. He started to walk down the street. His allowance jingled in his pocket and with the jingle came a thought. He wouldn’t touch a penny of it. He would earn his own money and buy his mother some roses. Per- haps his uninteresting age wouldn’t affect the grocer when he saw such big hands and willing feet. James reached the grocery store, and went to the proprietor, who knew him. “Do you want a boy to deliver goods?” he asked. “You’re just in time, James. We are short of help. Get on that wagon going out. I’ll pay you 50 cents a day.” James got on and the wagon started out at a terrible pace. After hours of climbing stairs, the day ended, leaving him with tired feet, skinned knuckles, and every bone in his body aching. He stopped

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The Lost Child “This is the tenth time I have gone riding and I can ride pretty well now.” “You can never be too careful, my little daughter,” advised her kind father. “Often the best riders get hurt because they are careless. You had better go now, Elizabeth. John will be waiting for you.” Elizabeth was the young six-year-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Parker, a wealthy couple living in the suburbs of a large city.” “John, the man who cared for the horses and gave Elizabeth her riding lessons, had been waiting and looking for Elizabeth, After a short search he had decided that Elizabeth had started out ahead towards the park, as she had done once before. Therefore he started toward the park on his horse at a quick trot to catch up with her. Soon after John had left, Elizabeth came from the house. When she did not see John or his horse, as she came out, an idea entered her little head. It would be fun, she thought, to ride alone. With a little difficulty she climbed onto her small horse. Soon she was riding away. But not towards the big, beautiful park. She went on the road leading through the open country to the woods beyond. Now John was anxiously searching the whole park. He rode up every road and path hoping that he might find Elizabeth. Where she was he could not imagine. She was not in the park. He went home thinking possibly she was there. But she was not. Her parents did not know where she was. They notified the police of their lost daughter. Soon it was known everywhere that Elizabeth Parker was lost. Her father felt that she must have ridden off alone and fallen from her horse. Mr. Parker was exceedingly angry with John because he did not take good care of dear little Elizabeth. Night drew on and the little girl was not found. Her parents’ worry knew no bound and there was no sleep for them that night. On during the night they searched the city and suburbs. In the morning Mr. Parker returned home with no trace of his daughter. In a short time he and John again set out. Mr. Parker went towards the city. John took the road leading through the country. Along the road John went, inquiring at every house. Bijh no one had seen the little girl. On he went through the country into tn e sg reat woods, calling now and then. I | OOD-BY, daddy, T m going for my horseback ride with John, now.” “Good-bv. dear. Be careful and don’t 20 too fast.”