Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

 - Class of 1933

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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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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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exclaim over him. If he were very good and quiet, maybe mommy would hold him on her lap for awhile and give him tiny nibbles of the tea cakes she served to her guests. After awhile Tommy would slip back to Amah and let her tell him little stories so dear to the hearts of all children the whole world over. But after a time the thing that Amah feared came to pass. Daddy received some terrible things called " ORDERS " and they were making him leave China and go to some other place. This made dear Amah cry, and that was enough for Tommy. He couldn ' t seem to understand it all, but he knew enough to know that Amah wasn ' t going too. Mommy would have liked to have taken her, but she would have to pay a lot of money to get her back to the States. So one day Tommy sailed far away from China on a big ship, and Amah went back to her mother ' s home, clutching to her breast the one thing left of Tommy ' s, a little shoe. And that night there were two aching hearts in the big world. One belonged to a little boy on a big boat in the middle of the ocean, but time would heal his sorrow. The other belonged to Amah away in China, and her sorrow would never heal. Cameron Cobb. •lust Jimmy " -2-2-z-z-om, " went a big trimotor airplane as eight-year-old Jimmie Robins sat on the side gate of the Leonard Airport watching his brother take off. Jimmie ' s mother owned the boarding house for the air- port employees across the road. The whole family was crazy about air- planes. Jimmie had asked his brother time and again to let him go on an airplane trip with him, but he had refused every time. The next morning, Ted, Jimmie ' s brother, made ready to go on a trip to Cleveland in his airplane. The baggage was put aboard and the motor was tuned up. Just as Ted was getting into the cockpit of his plane, Jimmie climbed on to the framework of the landing gears. There he held tight till the plane was most one hundred feet overhead. The crowd did not notice Jimmy until the plane was high in the sky. Th en some one yelled out, " Look! there ' s Jimmie. " Then the excitement began! The only one on the field who was a licensed pilot was Bob Dair- dale, the airport manager. He was immediately notified and started his plane at once for the rescue. Bob advancing upward caught up with Ted ' s plane with poor Jimmie still holding on to the landing gears. Signaling back and forth the two finally came to an understanding. Ted was to keep an even speed while Bob would dive under his plane to get Jimmie. Then he fastened his controlling rod. Carefully standing in the cockpit of his plane, he balanced himself in this dangerous position and just man- aged to reach the boy. Their plans worked until Bob was getting Jimmie back into the plane, when Bob felt his plane suddenly drop from under him. It was lucky that he had a parachute. Grabbing Jimmie, he pulled the string on the parachute, and it opened. Sailing down to earth, Jimmie waved good-bye to Ted, as his plane shot through the clouds to Cleveland. Arthur Gravatt.

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