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

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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

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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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10 GARFIELD GLEANER in its cage and close the door. He would then hold the food in front of Polly and say, “Will you have it now, or when I give it to you ? ” Of course Polly would have to wait, sometimes even for hours, while Bill teased her. One day it became Polly’s turn to tease Billy. He was to go to his grandmother’s farm for a Christmas dinner. He got up very early Christmas morning, and found a beautiful gold watch and a number of other things on a chair near his bed. He was wonderfully pleased with his new watch, for there was nothing in the world he had wanted so much as a gold watch. Polly had noticed that Billy was wonderfully pleased with his watch, and as she was out of her cage, she thought that this would be a good chance to get even with him. Billy had laid his watch on the bureau while he was dr essing. Suddenly he looked up and found that his watch was gone! A number of thoughts ran through his head as to who had taken his watch, and he had suspected everyone but the right one. Polly made a noise which had attracted his atten- tion. Looking up he saw her perched upon the electric light shade. “Come down,” yelled Billy, “and give me my watch!” “Will you have it now, or when I give it to you?” asked Polly. She teased him for about one hour. Finally he got a broom and went after her. Polly threw his watch on the floor and flew out of the window as soon as possible. Billy’s heart was broken. Polly had broken his watch and caused him to miss his train, therefore his whole Christmas was spoiled. I think it served him right, don’t you ? — Edith Hebard, H8. HIGHER EDUCATION S aid Johnny: “I’m going to be a rancher, And I don’t need any brains. I’ll just go through the high school, And dust it for the plains.” But Johnny got a letter, From a rancher friend of his It said, “Johnny, don’t be foolish, You need more brains for ranching, Than for any other work. So don’t you stop at high school, Or even think to shirk.” So Johnny went to college, To see what he could do, And Johnny’s now a rancher, That the states all look up to. - — Alan Finlay, L8. G is for Good and Greatness as well, A is Ambition, our Ardor to swell, R stands for Right — this truth we uphold, F is for Faithfulness, better than gold, I is Intent on the goal we would reach, E Education, alertness to teach, L is for “Loyal,” to teacher and friend, D is our Duty, well done to the end. — Bessie Stewart Mathews, H8. A JOURNEY An Allegory of the H8 Class History My friends and I had lived in the Land of Ignorance, when the good ship Garfield picked us up and we drifted through the Sea of Progress, slowly but surely. Our aim was to reach the land of Wisdom and Success. As we went along, the Sea of Progress becoming rocky and uncertain, one of our number was washed overboard and lost, near Port Failure. We were sorry for the poor fellow, but the captain and his officers had helped all they could. One calm and beautiful day our ship stop- ped at the port of Good Work, so that three of our most intelligent could board the train of Advancement, which leads through a higher pass in the Mount of Knowledge. As our ship left the port of Good Work we came upon a Mathematical Shoal, a Channel of Orations and in the distance sighted a Lighthouse of Government. Some of our number were interested in the Latin peninsula, while others saw more beauty in the Point of France. Following in our wake came the Sea Gulls of Science while the typing waves beat on our vessel’s side. The musical winds sang through the sails and we had many a physical frolic while on deck. It took three gloomy weeks to round the capes, Silence and Discipline, before we saw the glistening sands of Whis-per-ing Beach. On the journey, the women prepared gar- ments of white to wear upon their landing,