Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

 - Class of 1933

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who had tried to rob her father had run into a tree while escaping and been instantly killed. Johanna was too astounded to speak. All the hurry and bustle of Brekenfeld ' s one street faded from her view. She heeded not the shrill cries of the children or the casual greeting of a passing friend. It was with difficulty that Johanna brought herself back to the vivid world of reality. At last she turned her gaze on the round-faced and affable con- stable. " Andrew, " she said slowly but firmly, " it certainly does not pay to do wrong. In the terms of olden Greece ' the venegance of the Furies has fallen! ' " Jean Barker. llo«| Drops In JpHERE was a light scratching at the door. Old Mr. Roberts put down his book and listened. He seemed annoyed. Again the scratching. Muttering, he went to the door and opened it. " Just as I thought, " he said disgustedly. There was a bedraggled, muddy, little dog who " sat up " at once, barking joyously. His ridiculous, short tail wagged against the floor. " Off with you! " yelled Roberts. He put out his foot to kick him back. The animal paid no attention but kept on " begging " and wagging his tail. Roberts just couldn ' t kick him. He slammed the door shut. " The darn thing can stay there all night as far as I ' m concerned. " He put out the light and went upstairs to bed. It started to rain. It poured! " If I took in every stray dog that came on my porch — ! " He got in bed and turned out the light. It poured harder. " If he hadn ' t waved that ridiculous tail — besides he ' s probably drenched. He ' d drag in no end of mud. Furthermore I destest small dogs. " He turned over, but he couldn ' t sleep. " At that he wouldn ' t stay small. Maybe he ' s not so wet. " It did seem sort of friendly to hear the little snore underneath his bed. He certainly was cute lapping up that warm milk in the kitchen. Roberts slept. Mary Carey. The ' Brook 1 am the brook, and I love to roam. I wander away from my wooded home. I see the elves, the fairies, the bees. I see all that the bluebird sees. By broad, green fields and purple hills, Down past the towns with their humming mills, I sing a song of bubbling glee, I sing as I ripple down toward the sea. Lelia Cayne.

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The Vcii«je;nicc of the Furies jpHE rambling, old farmhouse of Jonathon Bardwell was comfortably protected from the heat of the midsummer sun. A great weeping willow spread its sheltering branches over the roof, petunias and zinnias bloomed in the garden, and hopvines clambered up the poles of the piazza. It was Sunday, and young Johanna Bardwell sat rocking on the porch. Though it was her only day of leisure, she was unhappy. How could she be happy when her father was going to sell the wood-lot, her wood-lot? True the times were hard and money scarce, but — Johanna could restrain herself no longer. She ran along the road and at the gate met Andrew O ' Neil, the friendly constable. At his question as to where she was going in such headlong flight she answered hastily, " I don ' t know, and I don ' t care! " Before she knew what she was doing, she had told him all her troubles. " There, there, " he said comfortingly, " I know just how you feel. Would you tolerate my company for a last, little walk in the woods? " She consented, and they walked along together over the crackling leaves of madrone and tanbark oak and rested by the side of a lively brook. It was cool and restful, and no irritating sounds arrested their ears. Sud- denly, as if out of nowhere, a harsh laugh broke the serenity of the woods. Andrew put his finger over her lips and listened. " We certainly fooled old Bardwell, didn ' t we? " continued the voice. " The price we offered isn ' t half the value of the property, but he ' s hard pressed. " " After all, " spoke another voice, " we aren ' t paying money for it, and we ' ll sell it for a high price to the lumber company. " The voices grew fainter and fainter and at last were gone. Andrew rose and spoke excitedly to Johanna. " We ' ve got to work fast, " he said. " That ' s the pair who are buying these woods, and they are dishonest or I ' m very wrong in judging. You bring your father and a few men to help me. I ' ll follow the rogues and leave a trail of papers. " A crackle of leaves and he was gone. Johanna stood a moment be- wildered and then resolutely set out for home. Half an hour later he re- turned with ten men, armed with rifles. Johanna did not join the pursuit but awaited their arrival in the woods. After about an hour of waiting a group of very hot and disappointed men emerged from the tangle of thickets. " The little divils! " expostulted Andrew, " they wouldn ' t have gotten away only they had one of these high-powered cars and made straight for it when they saw us. Yes, and they say there is justice, " he muttered to himself. " They were as pretty a pair of counterfeiters as I ' ve ever seen! " Johanna consoled the men with the thought that her father had lost neither money nor woodland. The next day Johanna walked to the near-by town of Brekenfeld to get the mail. She unlocked her postoflice box and unfolded the daily paper only to be confronted by heavy black headlines reading, " Daring Coun- terfeiters Killed in Accident! " Just then a very excited Andrew rushed up to her and recounted the whole story, how the very counterfeiters

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Aimili pOMMY ' s daddy was in the Navy and for the past two years Tommy ' s daddy and mommy had lived in China. In fact Tommy had been born in China. Ever since Tommy was a tiny baby in arms, Amah had been with him. Amah meant all that was tender and loving and gentle to Tommy, and in his baby way he loved Amah. He would pat her dark, oval face and smooth her sleek, black hair and plant tiny kisses on her lovely, red lips. But Tommy loved his mommy too. His mommy was tall and slender and blonde and very beautiful. She was always dressed in light, dainty clothes, being very careful about her appearance. At night when Tommy was ready to be tucked in bed, she would come in her lovely evening dress to kiss him good-night, but he must be very careful not to ruffle her perfectly set hair and not to disturb her carefully rouged lips. Tommy thought she was like a lovely fairy, and he longed to throw his dimpled arms around her neck and love her, oh so tight! But Tommy always did as he was told, so he would barely touch her lips, and he didn ' t even dare to put his arms around her neck for fear of mussing her lovely hair. But after mother had gone to her party with his handsome daddy, Amah would come into Tommy ' s nursery. She would tiptoe softly up to his little bed and peek down at him to see if he was asleep. If he wasn ' t, he would hold out his baby arms to her, and she would pick him up. She would carry him over to the little, low, rocking chair by the window, and rock him in her arms. When they looked out of the window, they could see the lights of Hong Kong and the lights of the little Chinese junks on the bay. Up above, the stars twinkled brightly, and the moon sent down shimmering reflections on the rippling water of the bay. Amah would sing little lullabies to Tommy that had been sung to her and her illustrious ancestors when they were Tommy ' s age, and, after a while, Tommy would slip away to dreamland, soothed by the soft lights and Amah ' s singing. But after Tommy had long been asleep, Amah would still sit by the window with him in her arms all the time thinking of the time when Tommy would leave the shelter of her arms. In the morning No. i boy brought up Tommy ' s morning chowchow. Tommy was the pet of all the hotel attendants. Amah had taught him to say, " Thank you, " and, " Please, " in Chinese. No. i always handed Tommy ' s milk and eggs and other chow to him one by one just to hear him say, " Thank you. " When Amah took Tommy out to the park, she carried him on her back in true Chinese fashion. Tommy loved this so much. Amah always carried a bit of bread for Tommy to throw to the swans, and, after Tommy had fed the swans, Amah and Tommy would romp and play till they were both tired and it was time to go home. When Tommy got home, he was given his midday chow and put into his little bed for his nap. When he woke up, he would always find Amah there ready to bathe him and dress him. If his mother was having friends to tea, Tommy would sit on the little stool at his mother ' s feet and listen to the ladies

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