Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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It Worked pupil until they came to Susan. Buster punched Jimmy and said, “Jimmy, there is Susan powdering again. Aren’t girls the limit?” “They sure are,” Jimmy said. “Look! Mary and Barbara are at it too !” “Girls, this is no place to powder and primp,” the teacher was heard to say sternly, a few minutes later. “I wish you girls wouldn’t bring your compacts to school. I never did when I went to school. I shall have to think of some way to stop this.” At this, Jimmy and Buster began laughing and they laughed so loud and so long that the teacher sent both boys out of the room. When they got outside, Buster gave Jimmy a pinch and said, “Jimmy, I’ve got a dandy idea. Listen here! Teacher said she’d like to think of a way to stop the girls from powdering in school. You know the gir ls nearly always blush at everything we do as if we were a mistake. Well I have it exactly. To-morrow (if the teacher will let us) we’ll bring our fathers’ shaving sets and begin shaving when the girls begin powdering. Then they will see how silly it looks to us to see them powdering.” “That’s a keen idea! Let’s ask teacher if we can do it,” Jimmy replied. “Gee, if it will only work, we’ll tell her it’s both of our ideas,” Buster said. Just then the door opened and the teacher said that the boys might go in. “Just a minute, please, teacher. We want to tell you something,” Buster said. “Well, what is it?” the teacher asked sharply. Buster and Jimmy told her of their idea and nearly fell over when the teacher laughed and said they might try it. At recess the news soon spread around to th e different boys and it was decided that they would all bring their fathers’ shaving sets and see how the plan worked out. Bright and early the next day the boys appeared at school but just as if nothing was going to happen. The bell rang soon and the boys marched into the room. Before the boys got in the room Buster said, S Buster Benson looked up from his book he looked around the room at his different schoolmates and found that Jimmy Black, his chum, was also looking around. Their eyes followed each

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‘Wait,’ he said to the circle of painted wild men, ‘I go get them.’ And making his way through the shouting crowd, he soon found his matches. Striking one and holding it over the barrel of gunpowder, he said: ‘Umph, umph, look, look — drop match — all go up!’ A single spark would have sent us up — or maybe down,” laughed Miss Marjorie, “who knows?” “The excited Indians realized the danger and hurried pell-mell from the store. Once outside they leaped on their horses and were gone. My father felt his scalp and breathed a sigh of relief. “After that we were never again troubled with Indians.” RUTH LYSER. My Favorite Hiding Place der. But look, do you see that branch that brushes against the telephone post? That is the secret. After climbing the post, which is as easy as walking up some stairs, it is a simple thing to grasp a branch and step lightly over on a strong bough. To one unaccustomed to the tree, it would seem a regular network of branches and so high as to make one dizzy. But it is like my own backyard to me. After running along a branch a few yards and climbing up a few feet more, I arrange myself comfortably and draw the branches snugly around me. When I hear the “Ella-ella-ellson-free”, I quickly drop from branch to branch, slide down the mam trunk, jump a few feet and land in the soft earth on all fours. It is a little easier than to go around by the post. After I run into the base, free, everyone wonders where my hiding place is. You see they don’t even suspect “my tree” at all. My tree is on the top of a slight hill and I can get a wonderful view from my little perch. Shrubbery grows all over the ground and I can pass in and out freely by hiding m the underbrush as I run along. At the bottom of the hill is a little brook that ends in a large pond. I can just see the glint of the sun shining on it away in the distance, from my look- out. Opposite the pond is an abandoned schoolhouse with a sagging roof, and an old, moss-covered well. Some windy night this old building is going to blow over and be just a pile of brushwood. OU should see my favorite hiding place. It is a snug little branch away up in a tall tree. No one ever suspects this could be so used because it seems impossible to climb the tree without a lad- ENID KEYES.

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“As soon as the girls take out their compacts I’ll cough. That will be the signal to take out our shaving sets. The boys agreed to this and in a little while were in their seats waiting impatiently for the girls to take out their compacts. A half hour went by and the boys were giving up all hope, when just then they heard Buster cough. They looked around — about six or more of the girls were busy powdering their faces and combing their hair. One by one the boys drew out their shaving sets and slowly started to pretend they were going to shave. The girls looked around in aston- ishment, especially the girls who had been powdering. Susan, who was one of the girls, rushed up to the teacher and said, “Teacher, please make the boys stop that. They embarrass us to death.” At this the boys laughed and, much to the amazement of the girls, the teacher laughed too. She had sided in with the boys. In a little while, seeing that all of the girls had not yet caught on to the joke, she told them of Buster and Jimmy’s idea. The girls took it harder than she had expected, but much to her delight, she didn’t see a girl using her compact in school for a long time. Buster and Jimmy went around as happy as kings. Every time Buster looked at Jimmy he would say, “Gee, Jimmy, it did work!” CATHERINE DAVIES. NIGHT The sun sank slowly behind the mountains in the west; The birds in the trees flew home to rest; A little lake, the mountains cold and gray. Reflected on its bosom as in peaceful rest it lay. No clouds were in the deep blue sky. And evening drew on in the heavens high. Then over the earth dropped the mantle of night Studded with silver stars cold and bright. Night to all creatures brings calm peace and rest If daily they’ve given to God their best. DORIS WALSH.