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

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10 GARFIELD GLEANER A WISH FOR YOU A bird at your window, to sing you a song, A rose in your garden, to cheer you along, A ray of warm sunlight, to lighten the day. And friends who are smiling to gladden your way. I thought that the day might bring smiles if you knew That these are the things I am wishing for you! Eleanor Wilson, H-9. MEMORIES OF A GRANDFATHER CLOCK .1 have stood on the hall stairs for many a year now and although I am not as young as I used to be, I can tick as well as any clock. I live in an old colonial house nearly three centuries old. The house and I are old friends and at night when everyone is asleep we have many a chat about old times. I was one of the first inhabitants of the house when it was built way back in the days before the Revolutionary War. How well I remember the day that Mr. De Lancy brought his bride into the house he had built for her! Mr. De Lancy, my master, was a very prominent man in the colonies, and he and his wife were very happy. When the quarrel between England and America led to war, Roger, the son of the master, marched away. He was only sev- enteen and how his mother hated to see him go. Mr. De Lancy was an active rebel and one sad day he and his wife were forced to fly for their lives from revengeful Tories. Then the house was closed for many a weary month, and how I longed for some- one to come and set me to ticking again. The house and I talked about the time when our dear folks would return. One night, full six months since I had been left alone, I heard a cautious footstep in the lower hall. Looking down.I I saw Roger. I was so glad to see him and tried to attract his attention, but in vain. He was very weak and could scarcely stand, sway- ing as he walked. He had on an old, tattered uniform, stained with blood. He came slowly up the stairs toward me and just as he reached the landing he dropped down ex- hausted. He fell asleep and I stood guard over him all night. The sun awakened him in the morning and he awoke with a start. He looked bet- ter for the rest, although he was far from well. He stood up and at that instant came a bang on the door. Cries and tumult from outside, then came the order, Bust her in, boys. Roger and I were both petrified, but I really think that I regained my senses first. I released the door of my case and it swung wide. It was Roger ' s only chance and when he saw the open door he hopped in and closed it. We were both as still as mice when the British men finally burst the door open and swarmed in. Well, it was a fruitless search and ne ' er a rebel did they catch. When they had gone Roger stepped out and laying his hand on my, side, said very low, You saved my life this time, old Grandfather. How proud I was. Before he left Roger put a packet of papers in a secret place in my case and told me to guard them until he returned. My memory is growing dim, but I will al- ways remember how Roger came back for his papers, got them to the Rebel army and received for it a captaincy and, most precious of all, praise from General Wash- ington. The happy day when my master and mistress came home. Such celebrating and such happiness! Well, they are all gone these many years, but it seems as though it were yesterday that my mistress said to me, You dear old clock, you saved my son. I still stand on the hall stairs, ticking off the hours and though I may be old, I do say that I can tick as well as any clock. Ruth Holmes, H-9-I. AUTUMN ' S GOLD In ages past, ere white man was seen upon the land, And the Great Spirit watched o ' er many a wigwam ' s fold. The forests and the grain of many an Indian band Were touched, and beautified, by autumn ' s gold. Columbus, the explorer, sailed afar the un- known seas. And his ship o ' er waters unexplored in ghostlike silence rolled, He saw some leaves; the land! The hills; the flowers and the trees! Tinted, glorified, by autumn ' s gold. Years later, by a pilgrim band was held the first Thanksgiving, While their, dead lay ' neath the corn-top and the barley ' s silken fold.

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GARFIELD GLEANER 9 MISS MOSSMAN ' S HIGH 9 BOYS. Miss Mossman ' s class of boys has accom- plished many interesting feats this year. The class team won the school passball championship, which all the boys felt much pleased over. Some of the boys in Miss Riley ' s history class enjoyed a Saturday visiting the mu- seum and other noted buildings in Golden Gate Park. Mr. Rushforth took a group of boys to the California Rubber Co., early in the term and the boys received interesting samples of various kinds of rubber. The most eventful time of the year was the Garfield Sirkus in which Miss Mossman ' s class was fully represented in the play Silly. This show was put over in a fine way. After the sirkus the teachers who had charge of the Silly Show gave a party at Hinkel Park for all the performers. Every- body had an excellent time. We had sup- per at 6:30, afterwards dancing was enjoyed at the clubhouse until 8:30. The three teach- ers, Mrs. Smith, Miss Abbay and Miss Moss- man, deserve much credit for the time they put into the work. The boys of this class wish to show their appreciation to Miss Mossman for giving her time and effort to them during this school term. We all hope to leave this school in good condition for entering High School in the 1924 term. Willard Merrall. Ray Anderson — The class light. Walter Bernard — The class strength. Harold Betz — The class wrong. Franklin Bohannon — The class beau. Edwin Cadogan — The class prize. Donald Chapman — The class Peralta. Kenneth Conway — The class street. Ted Debagh — The class language. Homer Gentry — The class poet. Elton Green — The class colors. Robert Horner — The class music. Henry Hull — The class yacht. Carl Kay — The class letter. Clifford Mattos — The class runabout. Robert McMeekin — The class relationship. Willard Merrall — The class battery. Allen Millman — The class laborer. Raymond Olson — The class fruit. Louis Orross — The class alliteration. Earnest Ranft — The class thinker. Carol Robertson — The class song. Harry Stevenson — The class author. Penberton Tenney — The class weight. Henry Whaley — The large limousine. James Williams — The class testator. Robert Williams — The class hope. Frank McCarthy — The class attitude. MRS. BRENNAN ' S ADVISORY There are eighteen girls in Mrs. Bren- nan ' s high nine advisory class. As the sir- kus we did a great deal to help the school. The day of the sirkus we sold punch and took in $100. Mrs. Brennan is proud of the way the class has helped in making dresses for the social service. A few months ago we all went to Garber Park on a picnic and had a very good time. Every girl invited one other girl to go with her. We had supper there and roasted weenies. We all expect to go to Garber Park again because it is such a wonderful place for a picnic. That is only a few of the things we do, and we enjoy many good times together. Three of the girls in the class were on the winning volley ball team this term. Marion Brownlee, H9. Helen Anderson, she ' s quiet all the time. Mary Barnett, she ' s just so sweet and kind. Helen Bunker, she ' s very studious and mild. Marion Brownlee, was burned out, poor child! Alice Clark loves to tease and fret. Aloha Colen, her hair is black as jet. Nona Donnelly, she ' s pretty if you please. Tessie de Giere, whom everyone loves to tease. Catherine Green, her name ' s green, but her hair is red. Eleanor Hovey, I ' ll powder my nose, she said. Dorothy Lindquist has a dimple in her chin. Olive Main, she ' s nice and neat as a pin. Merle Miller, her locks are black and curly. Gladys Miles, her teeth are white and pearly. Elda MacQuarrie, she chews gum during her classes. Linda Olsen speaks to everyone that passes. Harriet Rose, everyone likes her well. Mrs. Brennan, we ' re sorry to bid you fare- well. Tessie de Giere, H-9.

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GARFIELD GLEANER 11 The harvests and the fields of those that yet were living Were colored, painted bright, with au- tumn ' s gold. Looking back o ' er ages past, we all do seem as naught. As we think of centuries that have ever onward rolled, Yet while we pause; the world, ourselves, and e ' en each little thought Doth shine, in radiance, with autumn ' s gold. Ruth Waldo, L9. FAN, A TRUE STORY OF A DOG Fan was a shepherd dog, and because she was so intelligent everybody wanted one of her pups. One day a man came and asked Fan ' s master if there were any of her pups left. Only two, was the answer, come out and take your choice. Fan knew what happened when anybody handled her pups. The master invited the man to dinner, tell- ing him he could get the pups afterwards. That was the last they saw of the pups. When they came out after dinner there wasn ' t a pup to be seen. Fan was lying where they had left her. They searched high and low, but they couldn ' t find a pup. Finally, as it was getting late, Fan ' s master told the man to come over next day and they would then find the pups. Next day they watched and watched Fan, but they couldn ' t find where the pups were. After many weeks the master ' s son was cutting alfalfa on his farm a half mile away and under a bank, where the irrigating water had washed out a cave were the missing pups, as fat and big as could be. The master had gone over the piece of ground again and again and not a sound did those pups make, so the master said Fan could keep her pups this time. Nancy Campbell, L7. FOUNDING OF JAMESTOWN. ' Twas in 1607, and in May A vessel, came from far away. Went sailing up the Chesapeake Bay. Where now the city Jamestown stands, And many a cargo daily lands, Its folks embarked upon the sands. And mostly gentlemen were they, Who knew less of work than of play, When they came sailing up the bay. But when hunger perished some. And others filled their graves, through rum, Then to the rest did wisdom come. So, led by Smith, their captain brave. They learned to work, their lives to save, And tilled the fields that succor gave. And so the city they did found. And all the colony around Grew prosperous and renowned. Alma Brooks, H7. ACROSTIC ON GARFIELD SCHOOL G is for greatness which we hope to attain, A is for ardor which will always remain, R is for radiant light which we shed, F is for faith, by which we are led, I is for industry, through which we succeed, E is for energy, the one greatest need, L is for labor, by which all is won, D is for deeds which we ' ve nobly done. S is for sunshine it spreads everywhere, C is for courage to do and to dare, H is for happiness it makes us to know, O opportunity it gives as we go, O is for outcome which is bright, as a rule, L is for love which we have for our school. Edith Hebard, H-9. THE BROKEN PIPE He was a queer old one, Frederick Ba- con. There seemed always about him an air of sadness. Perhaps it had been disappoint- ment in love. Still it seemed deeper than that, perhaps some tragedy had come to pass in his life that left him to mourn and smoke his pipe. Never was he seen without this old pipe of a fashion popular about sixty years ago. He cherished it, and it seemed that all his hopes lay in the smoke that curled from the bowl of this old briar. The story of his life came to be known under these circumstances that I am now to relate. The children, of course, were greatly interested in him, as all children are in some unusual person. He was a character to them. This night, as they sat in front of the open fireplace waiting for the usual story to be told to them, they were greatly surprised to hear him telling about his own life. It was about forty years ago, at the time of the Berkeley fire, that I lived in what you now know as the ruins. (This was one of his peculiarities; he refused to clear off his lot and declared that the charred ruins and the chimney must be left standing. He had refused to give any reason for this.) Well, once, well nigh all of Berkeley looked that way. The chimneys stood like tombstones in a graveyard. But there were no dead, said one of the children. Ah, yes, death was there. Tears dimmed his eyes. The room had fallen silent except for the crackling of the logs in the grate. He spoke again, The day of the fire I was in San Francisco, and upon hearing that Berke- ley was being destroyed by fire I rushed home, only in time to see my home begin to flame. They would not let me go inside, but Laddie Boy, seeing that I wanted something, ran inside and soon reappeared at the door. Just as he crossed the threshold the heavy frame collapsed. He was caught beneath it, but in a moment had managed to crawl out from under. He dragged himself to- ward me and fell at my feet — dead. From his mouth there fell my old pipe. But he had done a far greater service. Again silence prevailed in the room. The