Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

 - Class of 1933

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An Unusual Ki«|lit J eauty was a riding horse. Her coat was a shiny, mottled gray, but at the time of the story it was covered with dust and sweat. Her home had been on the Texas Plains where Jeanne and John Cowan took turns each day at horseback riding. Some dogs had chased the Cowan ' s pony and started her running miles away from home. She grazed and wandered into New Mexico. Wild horses from the mesa joined her here. The Cowans had looked for her everywhere but without success. An annual event each fall for this family was a trip to the Roswell, New Mexico, apple orchards. Jeanne and John rolled up in blankets and rode in the trailer when they tired of looking at stretches of plains, herds of cattle, and endless sand dunes, which were of little interest to them after hours of riding. On the second day of the trip, they saw Mount White looming in the distance and many, many orchards with the ground beneath covered with rosy, red apples. The camp had been made, and the children were put to bed. In the night Jeanne awoke with a start, sat upright and listened. Yes, it was Beauty ' s familiar call! Jeanne reached over and whispered, " John, John wake up! Beauty is out there. " John rubbed his eyes and answered sleepily, " Leave me alone, I want ' a sleep. " Jeanne realized that she must hurry, and that she didn ' t have time to wake up " Sleepyhead " . She jumped into her coveralls and quietly slipped under the tent into the night. The white moon, the bright stars, and the still night almost frightened Jeanne. Her shadow seemed so large and eerie, but she squared her shoul- ders and peered this way and that. There was a movement. She listened, and then she saw a whole drove of Western ponies with their heads in the air, nostrils dilated, and bodies tense. The unexpected campers had surprised these wild ponies. One movement and they were off, prancing, jumping, snorting, and galloping away. Jeanne started running too. She was soon out of breath. The horses were headed for the mountains. Mount White fairly sparkled in the moonlight. Her breath came fast. She hesitated. She must turn back. She waited for a moment, undecided, and then she resolved to get Beauty. She ran faster and faster, and then she saw that they had already gained their hideout. She was afraid, but she called, " Beauty, Beauty come here. " She looked about her for help and saw only the emptiness of the dark night behind her. In the loneliness of the m ountains she heard the stamping and neighing of horses. Again she called, " Beauty, Beauty, here is sugar for you. " The pony whinnied. To her surprise, something touched her elbow. It was Beauty! Jeanne threw her arms around Beauty ' s neck and wept from sheer exhaustion. She became aware after a little that she did not know her way back to camp. She laid her head against Beauty ' s shoulder because she was afraid of the strange horses, afraid of the lonely night, afraid of some lurking, unknown danger. Beauty lay down and Jeanne dropped on her knees beside the pony and soon was fast asleep. Fitfully she slumbered. The

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The Ken Supreme £ ff the rugged shores of Northern California in the windswept waves sailed a small schooner. The setting sun cast its glorious glow on the worn decks. A man well along in years but of a kind though rugged coun- tenance was at the wheel. He was alone and singing as the seaworthy craft staunchly charted its way towards more sunny lands. A look of anxiety gradually appeared in the seaman ' s face. A change in the wind and ominous clouds certainly suggested that both he and his craft were about to be put through a trying test. Slowly but surely the thunderstorm came upon them. The waves rose high, the wind slashed at the bow. Both captain and ship seemed to be putt ing forth their best efforts to stick to their course, but, as the darkness of night fell upon them, the well-placed markings were lost to sight. Here they were two, old friends alone in the world striving to survive. Softly the sailor said to the Sunny Lee, " We will pull through. Haven ' t we been together for years, gone through all trials and hardships, and been victorious? " Had he figured that they were both getting pretty old? The planks creaked and strained as the driving seas lashed her decks. The old man was not so steady at the wheel now. Too well he knew what it meant to hug too close to the rocky coast. Slowly they seemed to have changed their course. Neither the ship nor he seemed to be able to stay away from a sure fate. Finally the storm was victorious, and the crash on the rocks came. By some miracle the man was swept clear and carried on a huge comber to a nearby strip of shore, but his friend, the Sunny Lee, was dashed to bits. In the morning the old man with tears in his eyes visioned the drift of his wrecked ship. " Well, old pal, " he said sadly, " I was the lucky one this time, but I guess I am too old now. It ' s a land lubber I must be after this. I could never sail the seas with any ship but the Sunny Lee so I know I have taken my last cruise. " Janice Graff. Qolden Qliders These golden, gliding sunbeams come Sliding across my sill To creep beneath my eyelids and To ope them ' gainst my will. Apollo ' s messengers are they Who greet me at sunrise. " Dear Sleepy-head, get up, " they say Their trying, prying opes my eyes. ' Tis Nature ' s xvay. She never stops To rest or waste His time. Indeed, she works and slaves until She wins acclaim from Him Divine Natalie Becker.

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flitting shadows appeared every time she opened her eyes. All was black in this house. No, in this tent. No, where was she? " Mother, Dad, John! Where are you? Can ' t you hear me? " No answer. She was trembling. She looked around. She saw shiny things like shiny stars, like silver and gold, lots and lots of it! Treasure! Golden treasure! Beauty had led her to the golden treasure which her mother and dad had told her about. Where were they? She got on Beauty ' s back and started to find the apple orchards. Miles and miles they traveled. Beauty knew where green, apple leaves were to be found and soon they rode into camp. Jeanne told her night ' s adventure to her mother and father and open- mouthed " Sleepyhead " . Her parents did not hesitate to investigate Jeanne ' s story, and she became not only the finder of Beauty but also the discoverer of Hidden Treasure. Lois Jones. A True Hear Story " h, George, do you think it will be safe? " asked Mrs. Laine fear- W fully. " Why, of course! " replied her husband. " I wouldn ' t think of leaving you here alone if it wasn ' t. " George Laine was a well-to-do, young, busi- ness man, married and with two small children. He was building a sum- mer cabin in the foothills of the Sierras. All was finished now except the windows and doors. He was called away to the city on business before he had had time to finish his cabin. He was leaving his pretty, young wife, Marjorie Laine, and the children up at the cabin. As he drove away, Mar- jorie felt a queer feeling in her throat as if something was going to happen while he was gone. While they were eating that evening, they chattered away as usual, but Marjorie still had that queer feeling. Now everything was still, as it was probably about eleven o ' clock. The moonlight fell in silver patches upon the rough floor through the unfinished windows. Marjorie heard a faint cry and started. In a second she was at the children ' s beds. It was nothing, merely a little dream. She crawled back into bed but couldn ' t get back to sleep. She kept hearing noises that she didn ' t like or understand. She turned over. A half hour passed. She was just dozing off when a scratching noise completely awakened her in a second. She sat up and tried to believe her husband ' s last words about there being no danger. Then a huge, dark figure loomed in the doorway. Marjorie was too scared to move and was actually too petrified with fright to scream. All sorts of thoughts raced through her mind. From around the side of this terrifying, bulky shape came another much smaller. Marjorie then recognized a great brown bear and her cub. The cub started to waddle into the room, and the mother took a few, clumsy steps after it. Marjorie then found her voice and let out a couple of terrified yet lusty screams. The children were awake in a few seconds and joined in the chorus. The cub turned away yelping, and soon both bears disappeared. They did not appear again that night, and I dare say they were just as scared as Marjorie and her little family. Mary Fulmer.

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