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

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6 GARFIELD GLEANER GARFIELD SCHOOL G stands for goodness. A stands for ability. R stands for reputation. F stands for fairness. I stands for intelligence. E stands for effort. L stands for labor. D stands for decency. S stands for scholarship. C stands for citizenship. H stands for honesty. O stands for originality. O stands for obedience. L stands for leadership. - — Pauline Little, L9. HOW THE NIGHTINGALE GOT ITS WONDERFUL VOICE There was a time when the peacock had both a beautiful voice and feathers. But one day while the peacock was displaying her gorgeous feathers, and singing, a little nightingale flew by and perched itself on a nearby branch. When the peacock saw the nightingale, which had neither voice nor beauty, she began to make fun of it and displayed her feathers and voice with the greatest pride. The goddess, Diana, passing through the woods, hunting, saw all this and felt very sorry for the nightingale. So she took the beautiful voice from the haughty peacock and bestowed it upon the nightingale. Since then the nightingale has been noted for its wonderful voice, but the peacock has only her beautiful feathers. — Ida Koike, H9. UN PEN S AMIENTO EN ESPANOL Naturalmente, la elase que ha de salir pronto de la Escuela Garfield tiene muchas tristezas como una clase y como individuos. Una de mis tristezas mas profundas es el dejar a mi profesora de espanol, la senora Kieeberger. Ella seguramente ha hecho muy interesante el trabajo y he apreciado sus empenos. Estoy segura de que ella es esti- mada muc-ho por todos los otros estudiantes en sus clases, tambien. En el trabajo diario de nuestra escuela hemos subido paso por paso bajo vai’ios pro- fesores, pero la senora Kieeberger ha sido nuestro “todo” en espanol — nuestra madre, y no nos gusta dejarla. — Dorothy Feiter, H9. TALKING IN THE HALL Tommy was a thoughtless boy, And no one knew the cause; He would speak before he stopped to think, That’s the kind of boy he was. Because of boys like Tommy, Who would talk so loud in school, Their principal surprised them, And gave out to them a rule. This rule was very simple, And was followed by almost all, Except one little thoughtless boy Who was talking in the hall. He had to stay and write some words, Three hundred, it is said, ’Cause Tommy was so thoughtless, And didn’t use his head. Zelma Rice L9. THE STORY OF THE SVERNS On a bright spring day in 1892 a little family stood in the steerage of the good ship “George Washington” as it neared the immigrant station. They watched anxiously for their first glimpse of the Statue of Liberty which they had looked forward to so much. They were a middle-aged man, his wife, his aged father, a boy about sixteen and a merry little girl, just five. They had come from Sweden and were farmers. But Mr. Svern and his son had found it too hard to support them in Sweden, so they had come to the “land of milk and honey” to try to find a home in Oklahoma. Soon they saw the Statue of Liberty and even little Gerda was awed by its great size. A little later they landed at Ellis Island; Mr. Svern carrying a little money and a change of clothing for them all, his son John carrying a few farm implements and Mrs. Svern carrying some household goods. After they landed they were separated.

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GARFIELD GLEANER 5 LITERARY f Y A FAREWELL The time is fast approaching when we, the members of the Senior Class, will grad- uate. We will go out, some of us, to one school, some to another, but no matter where we may be, in spirit we will always be true to the standards of Garfield. The three years we have spent here have meant much to us, and we hope that in some small way we may have had a share in the making of Garfield what it is today. We are leaving with many regrets, yet all are anxious to be pushing ahead in the great game of life. Although we may wish to stand still, we cannot, for in life you either go ahead, or go backwards. It is our ambition to go ahead as far as possible. We saw the foundations of our new school laid, saw its walls rise and finally develop into the school you see flow. We will look upon Garfield as the foundation of our lives, and slowly, as we go through high school and college, we will be preparing ourselves for greater and higher things. Though the memories of our later schools will remain with us forever, the one nearest, and dear- est, will be Garfield, our Alma Mater. Josephine Morrish, H9. OUR SCHOOL LIBRARY Although our school library is not yet a year old it has proved to be of great value to the school. From 8:30 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. pupils come in flocks for reference and other valuable material and Miss Patton, our libr- arian, is kept busy helping and supervising the work of the pupils. During the past few months about one hundred volumes have been added, through purchase and gift. These include Compton’s Encyclopedia and a seventeen volume Nature Library which have proved valuable assets. The twenty magazines are in constant use by the pupils for Current Event topics. Children’s Book week was appropriately observed. — Carol Steen, H9. MR. SEAWELL’S CHRISTMAS GIFT Alice was a poor orphan only seven years of age. She was frail but vei’y pretty, and it seemed impossible to think that her only relative, a rich aunt, would forget her in a cold, weary orphanage in the slum districts of the big city, New York. Alice knew that Christmas was coming because Jack Frost was nipping her little nose and the snow was falling rapidly. “Oh,” sighed Alice, as she looked down upon the dirty, narrow streets, “I guess Santa will never remember this part of the world. I haven’t a mother to take me to the big store and tell Santa of what I want.” She was awakened from her reverie when her curls were pulled by an angry matron who shrieked in a soprano voice, “You foolish child, will you ever remember that you must come to eat? Next time you will go hungry!” One morning, several days before Christ- mas, when everything looked darker to Alice than before, she was told to dress her neatest and appear in the reception hall, when called for. Meanwhile, a young and beautiful woman was scanning the somewhat forlorn looking little group of children in the hall. Mrs. Seawell, which was her name, looked at them in quiet disapproval. Finally the matron, seeing her disapprovement, said sweetly, “Mrs. Seawell, we have a very high strung delicate child whom you might like to see, but I doubt whether she will satisfy your ideals.” Alice soon appeared. Her usually pale cheeks were the color of wild roses and her eyes were bright as stars. She had a feel- ing that something wonderful was going to happen to her. At the sight of Alice, Mrs. Seawell gave an exclamation of delight and clasping her arms cried, “Won’t you come and be a Christmas present for my husband, dear? You are the exact image of my little dream child. Won’t you come and be a Christmas present ?” Alice answered with a kiss and there was no happier little girl in New York that Christmas.

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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.