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

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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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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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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.