Garfield Junior High School - Gleaner Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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8 GARFIELD GLEANER As the lightning flashed, a man could be seen crouching ' under some canvas used as a covering for a large coil of rope. He was smoking a cigarette and seemed very calm amid all the confusion around him. He was a criminal, a stowaway, who had hidden himself on board the ship before it had left England. He would have starved had it not been for a young deckhand who had brought him food. He had planned to start life over again in America, where he had heard about the wonderful opportunites. Coming from under the canvas he made for the nearest lifeboat which was fast being filled, and the only one remaining. Before he reached the boat he felt a touch on his shoulder; turning around he saw the young deckhand with a terrible cut above one of his eyes. He was trying to reach the boat. When he reached the rail, he fainted. The convict looked first at the boat, with only one seat remaining, and then at the boy. Did he not have great hopes of his life in America and wasn’t he going to be a different man? But this deckhand was only a boy, and he had most of his life yet to live and above all he had been an honest man. The convict hesitated, but not for long; then he picked up the boy and put him in the boat. No one saw his act, and no one knew of the sacrifice he had made. Then he lit a cigarette and watched the boat slowly disappear in the gloom. He puffed thoughtfully, as he leaned against the rail in the gathering darkness. Harriet Crutcher H9. OUR CAFETERIA We have a fine Cafeteria, As all school children know, The meat and the potatoes, Always are just so. Mrs. Weidlein is chief cook, And a good one she does make, And you would say so, too, If you ate her pies and cake. The milk is genuine, And comes straight from the cow, We have a big variety, From pie to hash for “chow.” When the twelve o’clock bell rings, There’s a scramble and a roar, For all the children know The good stuff that’s in store. Gertrude Shaw H8. MY TRIP TO PLYMOUTH Last year when we were visiting my grandmother near Boston, we went to visit my aunt. We went to Plymouth with her. The streets of Plymouth were all decorated for the Pilgrims’ Tercentenary. From one side of the street to the other were large signs, each one having a name of one of the people who came to America in the May- flower. Where the rock stood was being leveled over for the stands for the people to sit on. The rock was in a little jail made out of bricks. The bars for the old canopy, which was torn down, were inside, too. A policeman let us in to see the rock more plainly, because we were from Cali- fornia. He said that a man was chipping pieces so it was put in the jail. All the parts to the granite canopy were outside the jail. We then went to Burial Hill where most of the famous Pilgrims are buried. Nearer the paths than the graves are signs telling who are buried there. We went from there to the Forefathers’ Monument. It is a statue of a woman about 150 feet high. About ten feet up from the base are four figures of Pilgrims. Between them are four Pilgrim scenes, one being the Signing of the Com- pact. It was on a high hill from which can be seen the monument on the grave of Miles Standish on another peninsula. The Plymouth Rock is now under a new canopy as near to the original place as possible. Robert Martin B7. WHY THE POPPY CLOSES AT NIGHT At one time there were a number of youths who were in love with Diana, god- dess of the moon. At night they would Avatch her as she droAm her chariot across the heavens. They became so deeply in love Avith her beauty, that they quarrelled over her. At this Venus became very angry, so she went to Jupiter to tell him about the affair. She asked him to change their forms that they might never see Diana at evening again. Jupiter thought the matter over, and took pity on the youths. However, he did not wish to displease Venus; therefore he changed them into lovely poppies, but each night, so that they might not be able to see Diana in her splendor, they A T ere closed, as they are closed to this day as eventide draAvs near. Gladys Bradshaw A9.

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GARFIELD GLEANER 7 First, Mr. Svern had to show that he was not a lunatic or a convict. Next they all had to take physical examinations to show that they did not have loathsome or con- tagious diseases. Had they been a few years later they would have had to pass an educational test. After a few days they were landed at the Battery and were free to start for Oklahoma. THE SCHOOL Our lessons are sometimes hard to get And sometimes the days just crawl, But Dad he says, and he knows, you bet, That school days are best of all. And all have lessons hard to learn, The grownups, too, he says, That we must work for the marks we get And that honest effort pays. And he says if Garfield girls and boys Will learn the golden rule, In life’s relation they’ll live to bless The dear old Garfield school. Arthur Songey L7. GARFIELD’S ROOF GARDEN VISTA A veritable panorama, unexcelled in all the world we can proudly boast, in the fact that with so many varied views of the ocean, bay, mountains, hills and valleys, Garfield’s roof garden is like an artist’s para- dise. Surely the pupils of Garfield will al- ways recall how fortunate they were to at- tend a school so ideally located to inspire one with pleasant memories as years pass on. San Francisco, one of the wonder cities of the world, with its hills and many imposing tall buildings, smoking industrial plants, busy harbor and many great ocean liners from everywhere, can be seen in the far distance. San Francisco Bay, renowned as one of the most beautiful harbors on earth, one sees in all its glory with the Golden Gate, where the ships from every corner of the globe come and go. Marin County, the most picturesque county of all California, sends towards our sky the celebrated Tamalpais in its stately grandeur. From every direction, north, east, south, or west, can be seen beautiful and happy homes in pretty gardens with ever-blooming flowers and acacias, eucalyptus, palms, and many other varieties of trees in abundance everywhere. What impresses us most is the towering Campanile, a pleasing landmark to direct our thoughts to the great institution of learning, the University of California, and I know our fondest hopes are that some day we can benefit by its offerings. Rosa Bloom H7. MYTH BOOKS The High Nine English Class this term accomplished a great deal in the line of Myth Books. The books were very good looking and, in most cases, were the result of very careful work. While the colorful cretonne covers seemed to prevail, a few were made of cover-cloth or entirely of leather. Mr. Hennessey was very much pleased with the efforts and productions of the class. He said “These Myth Books are surely holding their own.” Superintendent Wilson again used them as an illustration of “something worth while” at a principals’ meeting last week. If we may judge from the marks, Mrs. Gray, too, was well pleased with the English work of this term’s gradu- ating class. Hazel Wood H9. CALIFORNIA Where the sunbeams challenge flowers, Where through all your darkening showers Sunshine and her brightness reign supreme, Where bright poppies glitter boldly, Where snows dare not sparkle coldly, And where birds do twitter, twitter on the green. Where orchards bear much juicy fruit, Where all things are just built to suit, Oh! yes, you know what I mean, I’m speaking of California. Jean Pedersen L8. A SACRIFICE Hour by hour the sea grew rougher. The lightning flashed and the rain came in tor- rents. A ship out on the Atlantic was floundering and struggling, with no protec- tion against the storm. It must soon sink. The only chance to save the passengers was to reach the island, and that chance was slim, as only a miracle could save the life- boats on that sea. On board the ship there was panic.

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GARFIELD GLEANER 9 WHAT SAVED PETE EMERY’S LIFE Pete Emery had been ranger in the Sierra Nevada Mountains for two years. There had been exceptionally hard storms both years he was there. One morning, about the first part of December, after a particu- larly hard snowfall, Pete bundled up in his furs and went out to see whether any wires had been broken by the storm. When he got halfway down the hill he discovered that several telephone poles were down and the wires broken. As he started homeward, he happened to look behind him and saw a dark object moving slowly toward him. Be- cause of the distance and the falling of snow he couldn’t make out what it was. “That looks as though it might be some- one lost in the snow. I guess I had better go and see who it is before it begins to snow too hard,” Pete said to himself. But later events proved that it would have been far better for Pete if he had gone back home. Instead he plodded on through the snow. The object was coming nearer all the time, but i t was not yet near enough to dis- tinguish what it really was. Half blinded by the snow Pete did not notice a fallen tree that lay partly buried by the snow, and a second later he had fallen in the snow. Dizzy from the fall, he was unaware of the dark body that was stealthily coming nearer to him. Before he fully realized what hap- pened, sharp teeth grabbed him by the foot. The sharp pain made him suddenly realize that the object he had seen was a wolf. Fortunately the club he canned for testing the wires still lay near him. He quickly grabbed it, and hit the animal, and it soon lay dead in the snow. The wolf had wounded Pete’s foot so that he was unable to walk. He was quite a distance from the cabin and he knew if there was no way of getting to shelter he would freeze to death before night. Pete had a wireless near his cabin and knew that if he could get to it he would be able to send a message, and it might save his life. He tried to get up and walk, but found he couldn’t. He finally managed to pain- fully crawl to it. He was so near dead that he could barely tick off the words, “help — wolf,” before he fainted. Andrew Philps, a young engineer who lived a few miles below the snowline, was listening to a radio concert in California, when suddenly he was surprised to hear a few very inarticulate words cut in, which surely were no part of the concert; but he was unable to understand them. He heard it a second time. This time he heard the word “help,” and knew by the number it came from the ranger. Andrew never heard the rest of that concert, for as soon as he heard the one startling word he de- cided to answer the call for help. When he reached the ranger’s lone cabin he found Pete lying in the snow nearly dead from the cold, but the young man was able to save him. Pete Emery always says that he owes his life half to the radio and half to Andrew Philps for it was these two that saved it. GARFIELD SCHOOL 1 . Where are you going, my pretty maid? “I’m going to the Garfield School,” she said. Where we go to study, day after day, We learn to work and not to play. 2 . We learn to be musicians fine, In Latin and French we rapidly climb, In Science and Art we do outshine Any school that you can find. 3. “Oh! Oh!” the parents say, “Too much work and not enough play.” Then to the gym we all do run, Tumble and Jump, and have lots of fun. 4. We all love the Garfield School, We practice there the Golden Rule. Our teachers are all good and kind — Better ones are hard to find. 5. The boys and girls who go there, Fair wisdom to pursue, Will be loyal to the colors — The red, the white, the blue. — Margaret Swartz, L7. WHEN POLLY’S TURN CAME For his birthday, Billy had received a beautiful red and green parrot. Billy had been very much amused by it at first, but after he had it about two months, the novelty had worn off. He began to treat it cruelly When feeding time came, he would put it