Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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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An Episode in a Chinese Port ' that infested the place that Uncle Sam’s ships were to be protected, and also to allow the officers to pay their respects to the mandarin and learn all they could of the port. Of course, the sailors greeted the opportunity to get ashore and split up into small bands to scour the town for excitement. One of the groups met a Chinese priest who had been educated in England and spoke English well. He told the sailors this story: A house which was set back from the road had been considered haunted for many years. None of the superstitious Chinese would go near it at night and most dreaded going by it at any time. Although he did not believe in spooks, nevertheless it was true that at midnight gongs were heard and through the boarded-up windows a dim light could be seen. Some had even gotten so close as to hear muffled footsteps on the uncarpeted upper floors. The sailors were much excited. They got together and elected two officers who got permission from the captain to go into the house that night. About 1 0 o’clock the sailors hid around the house near enough to hear a signal. The young officers with the priest entered the house and sat on a couch which was in the bare hall. They waited impatiently. It was so quiet that the officers were disappointed and they fell almost asleep. But on the hour of 1 2 they were aroused with a start. Gongs were sounding, a yellow light mixed with weird shadows showed down the stairway and shuffling footsteps were heard. The priest rose, took a candle from his pocket, lit it and motioned for the others to follow. When they started up the steep, narrow stairs, all became quiet and as dark as before. When they reached the top, their way was barred by a long, heavy door. The priest paused a moment, tried the door, which opened slightly, and then closed as though it was pushed by a terrible force. They were all pondering what to do next, when a gust of air swept by them, the candle went out, and the priest disappeared. The officers became alarmed and one fired two shots, which was the signal for the house to be surrounded. With guns in hand, they thrust open the door. A candle furnished the only light in the room. On the floor was the priest with a Chinese dagger through his heart. As they looked around, dark Chinese faces seemed to appear, then disappear through the floor near the walls. However, after the first shot was fired at them, they were lost from sight. OME thirty years ago one of Uncle Sam’s war vessels dropped anchor in the Chinese port of Swatow. There were probably no better reasons for stopping there than to show the bandits