Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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No answer came. All morning he rode through those silent woods, look- ing under and around bushes and trees. Finally he came to a cave. He called. No answer. He looked in. He saw nothing but darkness. He went in and called. He heard some- thing move. Then he saw little Elizabeth cruled upon the floor of the cave asleep. It was not she who had moved. He looked about. There in the back of the cave he saw two eyes gleaming. There was no time to be lost. They were in the cave of some wild animal. He caught up Elizabeth. He hurried out of the fearful cave. He put her on his horse. As he did so he happened to see the footprints of a large bear. He waited no longer, but climbed onto his horse and rode away speedily toward home. There the thrilling news was soon spread that Elizabeth Parker had been found sleeping in the lonely cave of a large bear. Elizabeth never wanted to go riding alone again until she was much older. DORATHEA ASMAN. A Story of Pioneer Days lomestead and asking for different things. This particular Indian was a middle-aged man and was making signs with his fingers, carrying them occasionally to his mouth, which showed that he was hungry and wished something to eat. Mr. Reddick had a setting hen which he could not break, so he told the Indian if he cared to catch the hen he could have her. The Indian started after the hen. The chicken led him a wild chase around the barnyard, around bushes and barns, through grass, and over bare soil. Finally she ran up a haystack with the Indian in hot pursuit. Of course the hen flew down the other side. The Indian, being a wicked fellow, had no wings so he was forced to jump down the other side. He had his eyes on his meal and did not see the watering trough at the bottom of this haystack. He jumped and — splash! He found himself rather wet. He stood up and, shaking himself, grunted, “Ugh!” He resumed his chase, and after catching his prey, he went to a sunny spot nearby and, drying himself, calmly enjoyed a chicken dinner. HAT do you wish?” asked Mr. Reddick of an Indian who had come to his farm and was looking around as if he wanted some- thing. Mr. Reddick was accustomed to Indians coming to his BERYL KECHELY.

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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.”

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T WAS Monday, the first day of school. It was also the first day of the circus. Of course the circus was a pleasanter subject to talk about than the school, so on many childish tongues the thrilling word “circus” burned hotly. Now the lot on which the circus was situated lay between the school and the homes of three chums. Bob, Dick and Harry. As it happened, these boys were the chief source of mischief in the fifth grade and they were ready for any unusual sort of plan that would furnish good results. On this particular morning they were passing by the circus when Bob noticed a cage in which was a lion, being drawn into the largest tent. “Say, that looks good!” grunted Bob. “Sure does,” agreed Dick. Harry was deep in thought. Such a wide-awake brain for nonsense and plans as Harry had! He was the smartest of the three. “Say, how’d you like to play hookey? Let’s go and see the circus?” he questioned slyly. “Fine idea if it will work,” assented Dick. “Sure it will, if you’ll do just what I say, ’ said Harry gaily. “Of course, your honor,” laughed Bob sarcastically. “Come on then,” grunted Harry, much pleased with himself. They entered the circus easily, for it had been banking day and each of the boys had a dollar to bank. “Let’s separate and meet here later,” cautiously suggested Bob. “Agreed,” assented Harry and Dick in one breath. Bob wandered among the cages, examining everything he could see. Finally he stopped in front of the before-mentioned lion’s cage. The trainer was polishing the bars. “What’s the lion’s name?” asked Bob. “Fury,” muttered the trainer. “Do you ever go into Fury’s cage, sir?” questioned inquisitive Bob. “Sure, lots of times. Going m now,” said the trainer calmly and briefly. “Do you ever — er — ever let anyone into Fury’s cage?” asked Bob eagerly. “Naw! Why? Do you want to go in?” he said smiling to him- self, wondering at the boy’s eagerness.